All characters 18+, some light raceplay if you don't like it, don't read
Emily Jorgensen was a classic beauty of pristine Nordic stock; at least that's how she thought of herself. An impossibly leggy 5'10" volley-baller was drop-dead gorgeous with an athletic figure, bright green eyes, and long blonde hair that ended just about her ample rear. At 18 years old, the recent high school graduate was constantly chased by the guys around town, though she hadn't found any of them up to her standards.
Her most recent boyfriend, Jimmy, the best-looking boy in her class, a tall, blond-haired jock, had dated the slender athlete for a year. The tall blonde smirked when she remembered prom night when the dashing white boy pulled down his pants to reveal his weak 5-inch pink weenus. As she jogged along, she thought, God, I hope the boys in college come more well-equipped. Her firm young C cup breasts bounced along with her cadence as she recalled that night as she faked her orgasm just to get Jimmy off of her. Emily broke up with him the next day and hit what her friends called her "ho phase," though try as she might, she couldn't find a peckerwood in town with more than a 6-inch penis, and not a single caucasoid lasted in her tight pussy for more than a few minutes.
A girl like me needs size, she thought to herself as she stopped to take a rest, stretching her long legs and her tight running shorts, showing off the pale curve of her ample-fit buttocks. Having finished her first 3 miles, the prom queen panted as she slowly stretched and began to look around. When it hit her, she had made a wrong turn.
The road sign she noticed said "Mile 48," which meant she had wound up on what her friends called the "dark side" of town. While not officially segregated, the white and black population pretty much lived on different sides of Burt's Gulch, Emily's small home town in deep rural Georgia. Racism was alive and well in this part of the south, and Emily realized she should head back home, especially once she realized she had worn her favorite Confederate flag t-shirt her bigoted father had bought her.
An overt racist and secret Klan member, Emily's father, Bob, had raised his gorgeous ******** to never even talk to black folks. In her high school, it wasn't too hard to follow Bob's racist rule since there was only one black kid in the whole establishment, Reggie James, the star running back who was granted a scholarship to give their lily white football team a chance against the superior black schools in the district. Reggie had a reputation, and Emily avoided him entirely, which wasn't hard since various other white girls always seemed to be following the muscular stud around.
As Emily turned and started walking away from the Mile 48 marker, she thought of her best friend Bridget, who had to drop out of her senior year because of Reggie. Bridget had disappeared from school just days before graduation, and rumor had it that Reggie had knocked her up at a party. Poor Bridget thought the blonde having a mixed baby wasn't going to go over well in this town, she mused as she scrolled through her playlist. Despite her racist beliefs, she still liked a lot of hip-hop and rap music, even though a few of the artists were attractive. As she scrolled through the list, her eyes stopped as she saw one particularly dark and tatted young black rapper, but going a little further, she saw a file she had never opened, one that came from Bridget called "The best night of my life—give it a try." Emily had forgotten the video file as her father forbade her to have contact with Bridget due to what he called her "mongrel" baby. Emily hated that word.
Still tired from the three-mile run, the teen's body dripped in sweat. Her white shirt and spandex shorts clung to her fit young body, her C-cups stretching out the Rebel flag festooned across her chest. Her big blue eyes widened as she pressed play on the media file. The video opened with a date, which was just two months ago. Suddenly, her friend Bridget appeared on the screen, sitting on a large bed in what looked to be a motel room.
Bridget was a cherubic cutie, very blonde, tanned, and curvy with heavy double D's and a thick white ass highlighted by the tan lines she earned from spending long days on the beach teasing the white boys in school. She had been black only since her freshman year, and everyone knew it, but the pin-dicked honkies still tried, but the 5'1" trollop spent her free time past Mile 48 with what Emily's father called "The Darkies." Emily thought about all the times her bestie had told her about how much bigger and better Blackcock was compared to the wimpy white bois at their high school. Oh my God, thought the tall, leggy blonde. Is this some sort of sex tape? Her now stiffening nipples pushed out against the Confederate flag stenciling on her shirt.
Her question was soon answered as her BFF began to disrobe, quickly seeming very excited, tearing off her shirt and pants to reveal a matching purple bra and panty set that struggled to hold all of her ample curves. Emily worked hard to keep her body fit, but she was always jealous of her smaller friend's large breasts and plump asses. After the 18-year-old senior had gotten down to her bare minimum, she sat back on the bed, spread her thick, tanned thighs, and began playing with her fat pussycat through the sheer purple thong.
Without realizing it, Emily had frozen on the side of the dirt road as she watched her estranged friend play with herself. Despite being what she considered straight, she couldn't help but get turned on as she listened to Bridget's little moans as her tight young twat warmed up. While the thickly built teen began to pull her pants to the side for better access, Emily realized she could take a shower in the room as well, which turned off just as Bridget began inserting her little fingers into her dripping bald cunt. With three fingers in the plump teen, she began to buck her fleshy hips as Emily admired how stretched out her friend's little pussy had become while noticing her cunt juices begin to flow as well. Emily looked around and, finding herself still alone, began to rub her hard pink clitoral area through her own sweaty tight shorts, mutually masturbating with Bridget.
A door opened off camera, and Emily heard, "Yo, what the fuck bitch, get those big ass titties out!"
The horny prom queen recognized the voice as none other than Reggie James. Oh my gosh, is this the night that... Her thoughts raced as her long fingers pawed at her swelling pubic mound. Bridget's large, already slightly saggy breasts dropped out of her big bra as she slipped the last clasp with a sigh. "Yeah, bitch, you know what I like." Reggie said as he moved into the scene, his taut, muscled frame glistening from the shower and completely nude as he joined Bridget on the king-sized bed.
Emily was now oblivious to the world around her as she had settled under a tall oak transfixed by the stunning example of black masculinity. A fair amount of time had passed as the sun had begun to set, but the inexperienced and sexually frustrated blonde continued to diddle herself with the black stud on her phone. Holy sh*t, is this what I've been missing? She thought her body was responding to the flawless man that Bridget was enjoying.
The eager plump blonde moved from the bed to the floor, kneeling before the onyx-colored King, and when she positioned Reggie toward the camera, it was the first time 18-year-old Emily Jorgensen saw a black cock, and...she came. Right there on the side of the road is Mile Marker 48. All her white boyfriends and fuck buddies couldn't make her fertile young twat cum, but just the sight of Reggie's Coke can's thick 9-inch rod made her cunt spasm something she couldn't control. Her little fingers kept going as Bridget began to run her little pink tongue along the rock-hard fuck stick, flicking over the impossibly large mushroom tip of Reggie's circumcised black meat. Bridget's big eyes gazed up at her dark lover as she spit on his drooling piss slit and commenced to make the magnificent black rod wet to facilitate fellatio.
Bridget's little fingers could even fit around the ridiculously thick African cock on Emily's phone screen, so she pumped away at it with both hands, only able to fit the first 3 inches of the football star cock in her mouth. CACCK-COUGH! was the noise as Reggie tried to force his amazing tool down the tanned white teen's throat, her pouty red lips stretched to their limits as she recoiled away from the prodigious member's spittle and his thick gooey cum spattering on her hanging titties, running down across her saucer-sized nipples onto her naked lap.
SMACK Reggie hit Bridget quite firmly on the side of her pretty face. "Bitch, how the fuck can you still suck dick?" he demanded as the spit-covered white girl looked down in shame.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpered as he positioned his massive dong back toward her pretty young mouth, which immediately opened for the bulbous purple cock-head.
"Get it right this time, hoe!" Reggie grunted as he began to face fuck Emily's preppy friend, her makeup now running and what seemed like gallons of drool and spit slid down the hard shaft as Reggie took control of the submissive blonde. Emily was nearing her second orgasm when she heard a horn and looked up to see a beat-up truck she hadn't even noticed had pulled up next to the oak she had stopped under. A pang of fear racked her brain; she was a white girl on the wrong side of town.
"A-YO, what are you doing over there, girl?" came a voice she didn't recognize. The truck headlights have her at a loss, as she can't see who is in the cab of the rusted-out Ford. As the lights shut off and her eyes adjusted, she realized she didn't know the driver, a fat older black man of maybe 50 years, but to her shock, she did know the passenger, and it was none other than Reggie James.
Quick as a flash Reggie was already out of the truck as Emily fumbled around with her phone and tried to hide the flag on her shirt in her haste. She dropped her smart phone, and the headphones came out just as Bridget was penetrated by Reggie's king-sized hog. Her screams of "OH MY GOD, REGGIE, GO SLOW DADDY!" rang through the empty fields as the older black man, who turned out to be Reggie's uncle Gil, waddled up to the oak, laughing.
"Oh damn nephew, this little white hoe watching your greatest hits," the balding man laughed as he arrived next to the confused, horny teen. "You know I taught him that shit right darlin?" he asked playfully.
"Gil shut yo ass up!" the younger stud replied as the two settled on each side of the sweaty blonde. Looking her up and down, they had both noticed the racist flag on her tight, wet t-shirt. "Ohhhh yeah, I heard about you, Em, yo daddy that racist ass cracker works at the mill, huh?" he asked.
Emily looked away, trying to compose herself and leave, but as she passed Reggie, she felt a large vice of a hand grab her arm. "I asked you a question, you racist bitch," he said with a terrifying seriousness. "Yo daddy that racist fuck? Kinda guy who wouldn't want you hanging around with a couple niggas, eh?" Gil smiled over at his nephew, knowing they had this pretty white girl in a bad spot.
Cornered, Emily sank back onto the tree trunk and got her first really good look at Reggie's face. Oh, wow, he's... handsome, she thought, her nipples still straining against her almost see-through shirt. Pulling her arm away, she admitted yes, her father was a known racist and had warned her against associating with black people, especially young black men.
Reggie clicked his tongue against his perfect white teeth and looked at his 53-year-old uncle. "Got us a problem here, huh, Gil?" The younger man said as the pudgy Gil moved closer to the tall white teen, his fat, dirty finger reached up and ran through her damp, sweaty blonde hair as she pulled back.
"Hoe, you better settle down, 'fore we go have a talk to yo daddy," the muscular black stud ordered as Emily's big blue eyes looked on in shock. "Yeah, that right bitch, we caught you at mile 48 playin with yo stank ass pussy. How bout we can always just take a ride and drop you off all tell yo pops we tore yo lil white ass up... or..." Emily's eyes softened at the suggestion of options, as she didn't want to get into trouble.
"Or..." Gil continued, "We can go to my place just up the road, fuck that racism right out of you, and drop you off in a spot where yo daddy doesn't have to know," the older King suggested. "Cuz you come around here wearing this bullshit." he said as his sausage-like finger ran across Emily's eraser-sized right nipple, and that cursed stars and bars to her chin, forcing her to look at him. There was no way around it. Gil was ugly, with only three teeth and one lazy eye, but Emily was incredibly turned on by his domineering nature.
"Tik tok you racist bitch, you either get caught by that Klan member piece of shit daddy of yours or you be nice to me and my UNC, up to you." said the arrogant Black Adonis. Emily looked at both the large black men and realized they weren't kidding. Reluctantly, she agreed to go with them to Gil's house, which was just a half-mile away. During the trip, Reggie placed Emily's pale hand on his crotch, letting the white teen feel his growing black manhood. Instinctively, the blonde began to rub the swelling love muscle. "Mmmmhmmm yeah, bitch, I know what all you horny ass white girls want," he teased. "I know yo daddy said don't fuck with nigga, but you want it, don't you?" he asked. Emily stared down and didn't respond; she just continued to grind her digits into the now fully erect but restrained Blackcock. SMACK Emily had received the same slap Bridget had in the video, followed by "Bitch, I asked you a question: you want this nigga dick?" Reggie asked with an underlying rage below his voice.
"Yes, Reggie, I...I want your black cock." the racist white blonde finally answered with shame. The years of her father's advice and teaching were washed away by her animalistic lust for Reggie's amazing black phallus as the rickety old truck came to an abrupt halt. Emily hadn't even felt the vehicle move; she was so hypnotized by the impressive organ in the footballers shorts.
Reggie again left the car quickly and motioned for Emily to exit as well. The whole truck leaned to one side as Gil got out last. Emily could see him fidgeting with his crotch as he smiled and waddled up to the door and unlocked it. The house was modest and clean, not at all the way Emily's father described how "those people" lived. Before the nervous teen could even get settled, Reggie threw her down on the front room couch. "Take that Gotdam shirt off, bitch!" he demanded as he began to remove his own clothing, revealing his chiseled 6' frame. On the other side of the room, Gil struggled to even get his boots off as the more fit young teens ripped off their clothes with the quickness of youth.
Emily was now down to her pants, just plain cotton briefs, while the imposing black athlete before her stood, his 9-inch cock fully engorged, peaked out of the bottom of his too-tight briefs. Gill had taken a seat and had just gotten his boots off. "Go on, get her ready, Nephew, imma, get to it when I can." the pudgy older man laughed as he began to remove his shirt. He was more muscular than Emily expected and clearly a powerfully built man, though not the absolute stud Reggie was. His body is perfect, and... that cock... the blonde girl thought as her pants began to soak. Despite decades of training against miscegenation, she knew she was about to break every promise she made to her big-toed old man.
"Getcho ass over here and suck my cock you filthy racist bitch, we gon teach yo ass today," Reggie ordered as Emily immediately obeyed. Her pink nipples were diamond hard as even just the heavy night hair made the tingle, which seemed to make her pussy drip even more. As she moved off the couch, she removed her sweaty, juice-soaked pants without being told to as she settled on her knees in front of Reggie.
"Oh shit, we ain't even have to ask; she came out of them draws fast as fuck," he chortled as Gil finally made it to the party. The older bad was clinically obese, his immense gut hanging over the waistband of his striped boxers.
"Yeah, nephew, these white girls are all the same; they act like they don't want nigga dick, then they can't get enough." he laughed through panting. It had taken much effort for the chubby black man to catch up to Reggie's play. Looking down past his heaving brown gut to the perfect blonde-haired vision in front of him, the 53-year-old black man said, "OK slut, what are you waiting for?"
Emily gulped and knew she had to comply as she slowly pulled Reggie's briefs down, only to be slapped in the chin by his 9-inch monster. The teen blue eyes drank in the magnitude of African meat right in her face when Uncle Gil smacked her blonde head with his already hare 8 incher. Turning around and looking up at the ugly older black man, Emily's eyes showed her reluctance but Gil just looked down and ordered her to "Suck on it, you racist cracker bitch. Suck that nigga cock." he ordered.
Emily held her breath, stuck out her rather long pink tongue, and tasted Gil's 53-year-old uncut black baby maker. The old black king had a small reservoir of cum in his foreskin, and to her surprise, the old man's pre-jizz tasted sweet and simultaneously made her tight young pussy drip in anticipation. Not quite as thick as Reggie. Emily figured she could get most of the older man's African fuck rod in her young mouth, and with the sweet taste of his sticky jizz, she desperately wanted to try. Despite her years of racist upbringing, young Emily Jorgensen began to open her pink mouth and take in as much of Gil's dark side as she could. "Oh my... oh shit you dirty white bitch..." the old black man groaned as the slender white girl, 30 years his junior, took half of his twitching pulsating organ into her wet mouth, swirling her young eager tongue against his sensitive glands, then pulling back with a wet PLORP, and her spit and drool rolled down Gil's full and rather low hanging black balls. Emily almost got whiplash as Reggie turned her head, jealous of the sloppy blowjob his uncle was receiving.
The blonde teen was now in a state of supreme lust as she spat Gil's cock snot and her own saliva onto Reggie's plum-sized purple dick head, her mouth stretched to its limits, reminding her of the problems Bridget had throating Reggie's much too thick black dick, her big blue eyes welling up with tears, fearing another slap as she got a good 5 inches into her mouth before gagging up drool and spitting onto Reggie's cock and balls. Undeterred, the blonde used that natural lube to try again, and feeling the footballer's powerful hand on her head, Emily closed her eyes and relaxed her throat, slowly inching down the slimy black shaft until her pretty little nose just brushed Reggie's pubes, and she pulled back with a loud GUH-YACK, her C cups now covered in a deluge of cum and spit, strings dripping onto the floor, but... she had done it! She had somehow deep-throated Reggie James' Godcock! A strange sense of pride came over her, and she smiled up at Reggie.
"Don't you look up here at me all happy, you racist bitch, bend over, we're bout to fuck that hate right out of you," Reggie commanded as Emily quickly complied, moving her tight young ass toward Reggie, her face now eye level with Gil's drooling, uncut monster. Emily smiled up at the ugly old black man as she grabbed his low-hanging black ballsack in her little white hand, massaging each cum-filled teste as she flicked her young tongue over his hooded head, pulling back his dripping foreskin and sucking out the fresh pool of Africanized cum as the younger Reggie positioned his throbbing black rod at the edge of Emily's dilated and wanting pink pussy.
"OHHHHH GOD! OH MY...OH MY FUCKIN GOD!" the naïve racist teen yelped out as Reggie's thick game-changer defiled the young blonde, just half way in and already further than any white pud had ever been, her walls stretching, conforming to his superior Black cock, ending years of racist brain-washing with a few deep initial strokes.
"Nah hoe, not God," Gil laughed as his nephew continued to bore out the young white girl's fuckhole for the first time in her short life. "That ain't God bitch, that grade A nigga dick and its all you gonna want from now on you... hear... me... hoe?"
With every word, the older man throat fucked the gagging, mewling blonde as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her young body, her tight white buttocks tense as she came on Reggie's impossibly large cock. She had never been so full; its all she had ever wanted, and she knew Gil was right. She was never going to fuck another honky, sorry ***. Reggie kept pumping her pussy as she looked up at GIl, who began jacking his black cock off while the blonde sucked at his sperm-filled nuts. "Oh shit, I'm fixin to come bitch!" the older man groaned. "Open yo mouth hoe." he ordered as the sweaty teen did just that, moaning as rope after rope of sweet thick gooey cum showered her pretty white face. Gil sat back down on the couch as Reggie continued to give powerful back shots to the young white teen, who was now face-down ass up on the shag carpeted floor.
"Dis what you wanted, hoe?" Reggie would ask with each thrust of his thick shaft. Emily would answer yes.
"You ain't going to fuck them white boys anymore, right?" he asked.
The slutty white girl yelled "NO DADDY I...IM NEVER FUCKIN A WHITE BOY AGAIN!"
"You black owned now, right, bitch? Nigga owned? You only want this nigga dick, yeah?" the dominant black stud asked as he slapped her firm ass very hard.
Another orgasm hit Emily as she yelled, "YES, DADDY! I'm black-owned, NIGGA-owned! I don't want anything else from now on." she began to almost whisper, her young body almost fully spent.
"You having my babies, huh, bitch? No college for you, just like your friend. I'm going to put it all in you like it or not, and yo daddy's going to have some mixed grandkids, huh? SAY IT!" Reggie yelled as his already insanely think cock began to swell inside Emily Jorgensen's airtight white cunt.
"YES, BLACK DADDY! YES REGGIE! IMMA HAVE YOUR BABIES! PLEASE DADDY COME IN MY WHITE PUSSY! FUCK MY FUTURE! FUCK MY RACIST ASS DADDY, THIS NIGGA DICK OWNS ME! FLOOD IT DADDY, FLOOD MY WHITE PUSSY PLEEEeeeeease!" she yelled one last time as her pussy spasmed around Reggie's exploding black organ, filling her fertile womb with copious amounts of thick, potent African seed.
Panting and still shaking, Emily slumped to the floor, completely fucked. Reggie was entirely dominant in a way she was sure no white boy could manage.
Laughing, Gil slapped her right butt cheek with his dirty calloused black hand and said, "That's a good white hoe." as he finished cleaning his deflated black cock off with the racist shirt her peckerwood *** had given her. The old man then threw the Confederate cum rag to Reggie, who did the same as Emily lay face down on the ground, completely motionless as Reggie tossed the shirt onto the sweaty blondes naked back.
"Aight, get dressed, hoe, gotta take yo ass home... and who knows, might just swing by and say what up to yo racist ass daddy." Both black men laughed and bumped elbows as Emily remained motionless on the floor, trying to wrap her little white mind around what just happened and what it meant for her going forward.
Still a little rough. I'm going to add to it and do some edits later. All feedback is welcome.
Emily Jorgensen was a classic beauty of pristine Nordic stock; at least that's how she thought of herself. An impossibly leggy 5'10" volley-baller was drop-dead gorgeous with an athletic figure, bright green eyes, and long blonde hair that ended just about her ample rear. At 18 years old, the recent high school graduate was constantly chased by the guys around town, though she hadn't found any of them up to her standards.Her most recent boyfriend, Jimmy, the best-looking boy in her class, a tall, blond-haired jock, had dated the slender athlete for a year. The tall blonde smirked when she remembered prom night when the dashing white boy pulled down his pants to reveal his weak 5-inch pink weenus. As she jogged along, she thought, God, I hope the boys in college come more well-equipped. Her firm young C cup breasts bounced along with her cadence as she recalled that night as she faked her orgasm just to get Jimmy off of her. Emily broke up with him the next day and hit what her friends called her "ho phase," though try as she might, she couldn't find a peckerwood in town with more than a 6-inch penis, and not a single caucasoid lasted in her tight pussy for more than a few minutes.
A girl like me needs size, she thought to herself as she stopped to take a rest, stretching her long legs and her tight running shorts, showing off the pale curve of her ample-fit buttocks. Having finished her first 3 miles, the prom queen panted as she slowly stretched and began to look around. When it hit her, she had made a wrong turn.
The road sign she noticed said "Mile 48," which meant she had wound up on what her friends called the "dark side" of town. While not officially segregated, the white and black population pretty much lived on different sides of Burt's Gulch, Emily's small home town in deep rural Georgia. Racism was alive and well in this part of the south, and Emily realized she should head back home, especially once she realized she had worn her favorite Confederate flag t-shirt her bigoted father had bought her.
An overt racist and secret Klan member, Emily's father, Bob, had raised his gorgeous ******** to never even talk to black folks. In her high school, it wasn't too hard to follow Bob's racist rule since there was only one black kid in the whole establishment, Reggie James, the star running back who was granted a scholarship to give their lily white football team a chance against the superior black schools in the district. Reggie had a reputation, and Emily avoided him entirely, which wasn't hard since various other white girls always seemed to be following the muscular stud around.
As Emily turned and started walking away from the Mile 48 marker, she thought of her best friend Bridget, who had to drop out of her senior year because of Reggie. Bridget had disappeared from school just days before graduation, and rumor had it that Reggie had knocked her up at a party. Poor Bridget thought the blonde having a mixed baby wasn't going to go over well in this town, she mused as she scrolled through her playlist. Despite her racist beliefs, she still liked a lot of hip-hop and rap music, even though a few of the artists were attractive. As she scrolled through the list, her eyes stopped as she saw one particularly dark and tatted young black rapper, but going a little further, she saw a file she had never opened, one that came from Bridget called "The best night of my life—give it a try." Emily had forgotten the video file as her father forbade her to have contact with Bridget due to what he called her "mongrel" baby. Emily hated that word.
Still tired from the three-mile run, the teen's body dripped in sweat. Her white shirt and spandex shorts clung to her fit young body, her C-cups stretching out the Rebel flag festooned across her chest. Her big blue eyes widened as she pressed play on the media file. The video opened with a date, which was just two months ago. Suddenly, her friend Bridget appeared on the screen, sitting on a large bed in what looked to be a motel room.
Bridget was a cherubic cutie, very blonde, tanned, and curvy with heavy double D's and a thick white ass highlighted by the tan lines she earned from spending long days on the beach teasing the white boys in school. She had been black only since her freshman year, and everyone knew it, but the pin-dicked honkies still tried, but the 5'1" trollop spent her free time past Mile 48 with what Emily's father called "The Darkies." Emily thought about all the times her bestie had told her about how much bigger and better Blackcock was compared to the wimpy white bois at their high school. Oh my God, thought the tall, leggy blonde. Is this some sort of sex tape? Her now stiffening nipples pushed out against the Confederate flag stenciling on her shirt.
Her question was soon answered as her BFF began to disrobe, quickly seeming very excited, tearing off her shirt and pants to reveal a matching purple bra and panty set that struggled to hold all of her ample curves. Emily worked hard to keep her body fit, but she was always jealous of her smaller friend's large breasts and plump asses. After the 18-year-old senior had gotten down to her bare minimum, she sat back on the bed, spread her thick, tanned thighs, and began playing with her fat pussycat through the sheer purple thong.
Without realizing it, Emily had frozen on the side of the dirt road as she watched her estranged friend play with herself. Despite being what she considered straight, she couldn't help but get turned on as she listened to Bridget's little moans as her tight young twat warmed up. While the thickly built teen began to pull her pants to the side for better access, Emily realized she could take a shower in the room as well, which turned off just as Bridget began inserting her little fingers into her dripping bald cunt. With three fingers in the plump teen, she began to buck her fleshy hips as Emily admired how stretched out her friend's little pussy had become while noticing her cunt juices begin to flow as well. Emily looked around and, finding herself still alone, began to rub her hard pink clitoral area through her own sweaty tight shorts, mutually masturbating with Bridget.
A door opened off camera, and Emily heard, "Yo, what the fuck bitch, get those big ass titties out!"
The horny prom queen recognized the voice as none other than Reggie James. Oh my gosh, is this the night that... Her thoughts raced as her long fingers pawed at her swelling pubic mound. Bridget's large, already slightly saggy breasts dropped out of her big bra as she slipped the last clasp with a sigh. "Yeah, bitch, you know what I like." Reggie said as he moved into the scene, his taut, muscled frame glistening from the shower and completely nude as he joined Bridget on the king-sized bed.
Emily was now oblivious to the world around her as she had settled under a tall oak transfixed by the stunning example of black masculinity. A fair amount of time had passed as the sun had begun to set, but the inexperienced and sexually frustrated blonde continued to diddle herself with the black stud on her phone. Holy sh*t, is this what I've been missing? She thought her body was responding to the flawless man that Bridget was enjoying.
The eager plump blonde moved from the bed to the floor, kneeling before the onyx-colored King, and when she positioned Reggie toward the camera, it was the first time 18-year-old Emily Jorgensen saw a black cock, and...she came. Right there on the side of the road is Mile Marker 48. All her white boyfriends and fuck buddies couldn't make her fertile young twat cum, but just the sight of Reggie's Coke can's thick 9-inch rod made her cunt spasm something she couldn't control. Her little fingers kept going as Bridget began to run her little pink tongue along the rock-hard fuck stick, flicking over the impossibly large mushroom tip of Reggie's circumcised black meat. Bridget's big eyes gazed up at her dark lover as she spit on his drooling piss slit and commenced to make the magnificent black rod wet to facilitate fellatio.
Bridget's little fingers could even fit around the ridiculously thick African cock on Emily's phone screen, so she pumped away at it with both hands, only able to fit the first 3 inches of the football star cock in her mouth. CACCK-COUGH! was the noise as Reggie tried to force his amazing tool down the tanned white teen's throat, her pouty red lips stretched to their limits as she recoiled away from the prodigious member's spittle and his thick gooey cum spattering on her hanging titties, running down across her saucer-sized nipples onto her naked lap.
SMACK Reggie hit Bridget quite firmly on the side of her pretty face. "Bitch, how the fuck can you still suck dick?" he demanded as the spit-covered white girl looked down in shame.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpered as he positioned his massive dong back toward her pretty young mouth, which immediately opened for the bulbous purple cock-head.
"Get it right this time, hoe!" Reggie grunted as he began to face fuck Emily's preppy friend, her makeup now running and what seemed like gallons of drool and spit slid down the hard shaft as Reggie took control of the submissive blonde. Emily was nearing her second orgasm when she heard a horn and looked up to see a beat-up truck she hadn't even noticed had pulled up next to the oak she had stopped under. A pang of fear racked her brain; she was a white girl on the wrong side of town.
"A-YO, what are you doing over there, girl?" came a voice she didn't recognize. The truck headlights have her at a loss, as she can't see who is in the cab of the rusted-out Ford. As the lights shut off and her eyes adjusted, she realized she didn't know the driver, a fat older black man of maybe 50 years, but to her shock, she did know the passenger, and it was none other than Reggie James.
Quick as a flash Reggie was already out of the truck as Emily fumbled around with her phone and tried to hide the flag on her shirt in her haste. She dropped her smart phone, and the headphones came out just as Bridget was penetrated by Reggie's king-sized hog. Her screams of "OH MY GOD, REGGIE, GO SLOW DADDY!" rang through the empty fields as the older black man, who turned out to be Reggie's uncle Gil, waddled up to the oak, laughing.
"Oh damn nephew, this little white hoe watching your greatest hits," the balding man laughed as he arrived next to the confused, horny teen. "You know I taught him that shit right darlin?" he asked playfully.
"Gil shut yo ass up!" the younger stud replied as the two settled on each side of the sweaty blonde. Looking her up and down, they had both noticed the racist flag on her tight, wet t-shirt. "Ohhhh yeah, I heard about you, Em, yo daddy that racist ass cracker works at the mill, huh?" he asked.
Emily looked away, trying to compose herself and leave, but as she passed Reggie, she felt a large vice of a hand grab her arm. "I asked you a question, you racist bitch," he said with a terrifying seriousness. "Yo daddy that racist fuck? Kinda guy who wouldn't want you hanging around with a couple niggas, eh?" Gil smiled over at his nephew, knowing they had this pretty white girl in a bad spot.
Cornered, Emily sank back onto the tree trunk and got her first really good look at Reggie's face. Oh, wow, he's... handsome, she thought, her nipples still straining against her almost see-through shirt. Pulling her arm away, she admitted yes, her father was a known racist and had warned her against associating with black people, especially young black men.
Reggie clicked his tongue against his perfect white teeth and looked at his 53-year-old uncle. "Got us a problem here, huh, Gil?" The younger man said as the pudgy Gil moved closer to the tall white teen, his fat, dirty finger reached up and ran through her damp, sweaty blonde hair as she pulled back.
"Hoe, you better settle down, 'fore we go have a talk to yo daddy," the muscular black stud ordered as Emily's big blue eyes looked on in shock. "Yeah, that right bitch, we caught you at mile 48 playin with yo stank ass pussy. How bout we can always just take a ride and drop you off all tell yo pops we tore yo lil white ass up... or..." Emily's eyes softened at the suggestion of options, as she didn't want to get into trouble.
"Or..." Gil continued, "We can go to my place just up the road, fuck that racism right out of you, and drop you off in a spot where yo daddy doesn't have to know," the older King suggested. "Cuz you come around here wearing this bullshit." he said as his sausage-like finger ran across Emily's eraser-sized right nipple, and that cursed stars and bars to her chin, forcing her to look at him. There was no way around it. Gil was ugly, with only three teeth and one lazy eye, but Emily was incredibly turned on by his domineering nature.
"Tik tok you racist bitch, you either get caught by that Klan member piece of shit daddy of yours or you be nice to me and my UNC, up to you." said the arrogant Black Adonis. Emily looked at both the large black men and realized they weren't kidding. Reluctantly, she agreed to go with them to Gil's house, which was just a half-mile away. During the trip, Reggie placed Emily's pale hand on his crotch, letting the white teen feel his growing black manhood. Instinctively, the blonde began to rub the swelling love muscle. "Mmmmhmmm yeah, bitch, I know what all you horny ass white girls want," he teased. "I know yo daddy said don't fuck with nigga, but you want it, don't you?" he asked. Emily stared down and didn't respond; she just continued to grind her digits into the now fully erect but restrained Blackcock. SMACK Emily had received the same slap Bridget had in the video, followed by "Bitch, I asked you a question: you want this nigga dick?" Reggie asked with an underlying rage below his voice.
"Yes, Reggie, I...I want your black cock." the racist white blonde finally answered with shame. The years of her father's advice and teaching were washed away by her animalistic lust for Reggie's amazing black phallus as the rickety old truck came to an abrupt halt. Emily hadn't even felt the vehicle move; she was so hypnotized by the impressive organ in the footballers shorts.
Reggie again left the car quickly and motioned for Emily to exit as well. The whole truck leaned to one side as Gil got out last. Emily could see him fidgeting with his crotch as he smiled and waddled up to the door and unlocked it. The house was modest and clean, not at all the way Emily's father described how "those people" lived. Before the nervous teen could even get settled, Reggie threw her down on the front room couch. "Take that Gotdam shirt off, bitch!" he demanded as he began to remove his own clothing, revealing his chiseled 6' frame. On the other side of the room, Gil struggled to even get his boots off as the more fit young teens ripped off their clothes with the quickness of youth.
Emily was now down to her pants, just plain cotton briefs, while the imposing black athlete before her stood, his 9-inch cock fully engorged, peaked out of the bottom of his too-tight briefs. Gill had taken a seat and had just gotten his boots off. "Go on, get her ready, Nephew, imma, get to it when I can." the pudgy older man laughed as he began to remove his shirt. He was more muscular than Emily expected and clearly a powerfully built man, though not the absolute stud Reggie was. His body is perfect, and... that cock... the blonde girl thought as her pants began to soak. Despite decades of training against miscegenation, she knew she was about to break every promise she made to her big-toed old man.
"Getcho ass over here and suck my cock you filthy racist bitch, we gon teach yo ass today," Reggie ordered as Emily immediately obeyed. Her pink nipples were diamond hard as even just the heavy night hair made the tingle, which seemed to make her pussy drip even more. As she moved off the couch, she removed her sweaty, juice-soaked pants without being told to as she settled on her knees in front of Reggie.
"Oh shit, we ain't even have to ask; she came out of them draws fast as fuck," he chortled as Gil finally made it to the party. The older bad was clinically obese, his immense gut hanging over the waistband of his striped boxers.
"Yeah, nephew, these white girls are all the same; they act like they don't want nigga dick, then they can't get enough." he laughed through panting. It had taken much effort for the chubby black man to catch up to Reggie's play. Looking down past his heaving brown gut to the perfect blonde-haired vision in front of him, the 53-year-old black man said, "OK slut, what are you waiting for?"
Emily gulped and knew she had to comply as she slowly pulled Reggie's briefs down, only to be slapped in the chin by his 9-inch monster. The teen blue eyes drank in the magnitude of African meat right in her face when Uncle Gil smacked her blonde head with his already hare 8 incher. Turning around and looking up at the ugly older black man, Emily's eyes showed her reluctance but Gil just looked down and ordered her to "Suck on it, you racist cracker bitch. Suck that nigga cock." he ordered.
Emily held her breath, stuck out her rather long pink tongue, and tasted Gil's 53-year-old uncut black baby maker. The old black king had a small reservoir of cum in his foreskin, and to her surprise, the old man's pre-jizz tasted sweet and simultaneously made her tight young pussy drip in anticipation. Not quite as thick as Reggie. Emily figured she could get most of the older man's African fuck rod in her young mouth, and with the sweet taste of his sticky jizz, she desperately wanted to try. Despite her years of racist upbringing, young Emily Jorgensen began to open her pink mouth and take in as much of Gil's dark side as she could. "Oh my... oh shit you dirty white bitch..." the old black man groaned as the slender white girl, 30 years his junior, took half of his twitching pulsating organ into her wet mouth, swirling her young eager tongue against his sensitive glands, then pulling back with a wet PLORP, and her spit and drool rolled down Gil's full and rather low hanging black balls. Emily almost got whiplash as Reggie turned her head, jealous of the sloppy blowjob his uncle was receiving.
The blonde teen was now in a state of supreme lust as she spat Gil's cock snot and her own saliva onto Reggie's plum-sized purple dick head, her mouth stretched to its limits, reminding her of the problems Bridget had throating Reggie's much too thick black dick, her big blue eyes welling up with tears, fearing another slap as she got a good 5 inches into her mouth before gagging up drool and spitting onto Reggie's cock and balls. Undeterred, the blonde used that natural lube to try again, and feeling the footballer's powerful hand on her head, Emily closed her eyes and relaxed her throat, slowly inching down the slimy black shaft until her pretty little nose just brushed Reggie's pubes, and she pulled back with a loud GUH-YACK, her C cups now covered in a deluge of cum and spit, strings dripping onto the floor, but... she had done it! She had somehow deep-throated Reggie James' Godcock! A strange sense of pride came over her, and she smiled up at Reggie.
"Don't you look up here at me all happy, you racist bitch, bend over, we're bout to fuck that hate right out of you," Reggie commanded as Emily quickly complied, moving her tight young ass toward Reggie, her face now eye level with Gil's drooling, uncut monster. Emily smiled up at the ugly old black man as she grabbed his low-hanging black ballsack in her little white hand, massaging each cum-filled teste as she flicked her young tongue over his hooded head, pulling back his dripping foreskin and sucking out the fresh pool of Africanized cum as the younger Reggie positioned his throbbing black rod at the edge of Emily's dilated and wanting pink pussy.
"OHHHHH GOD! OH MY...OH MY FUCKIN GOD!" the naïve racist teen yelped out as Reggie's thick game-changer defiled the young blonde, just half way in and already further than any white pud had ever been, her walls stretching, conforming to his superior Black cock, ending years of racist brain-washing with a few deep initial strokes.
"Nah hoe, not God," Gil laughed as his nephew continued to bore out the young white girl's fuckhole for the first time in her short life. "That ain't God bitch, that grade A nigga dick and its all you gonna want from now on you... hear... me... hoe?"
With every word, the older man throat fucked the gagging, mewling blonde as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her young body, her tight white buttocks tense as she came on Reggie's impossibly large cock. She had never been so full; its all she had ever wanted, and she knew Gil was right. She was never going to fuck another honky, sorry ***. Reggie kept pumping her pussy as she looked up at GIl, who began jacking his black cock off while the blonde sucked at his sperm-filled nuts. "Oh shit, I'm fixin to come bitch!" the older man groaned. "Open yo mouth hoe." he ordered as the sweaty teen did just that, moaning as rope after rope of sweet thick gooey cum showered her pretty white face. Gil sat back down on the couch as Reggie continued to give powerful back shots to the young white teen, who was now face-down ass up on the shag carpeted floor.
"Dis what you wanted, hoe?" Reggie would ask with each thrust of his thick shaft. Emily would answer yes.
"You ain't going to fuck them white boys anymore, right?" he asked.
The slutty white girl yelled "NO DADDY I...IM NEVER FUCKIN A WHITE BOY AGAIN!"
"You black owned now, right, bitch? Nigga owned? You only want this nigga dick, yeah?" the dominant black stud asked as he slapped her firm ass very hard.
Another orgasm hit Emily as she yelled, "YES, DADDY! I'm black-owned, NIGGA-owned! I don't want anything else from now on." she began to almost whisper, her young body almost fully spent.
"You having my babies, huh, bitch? No college for you, just like your friend. I'm going to put it all in you like it or not, and yo daddy's going to have some mixed grandkids, huh? SAY IT!" Reggie yelled as his already insanely think cock began to swell inside Emily Jorgensen's airtight white cunt.
"YES, BLACK DADDY! YES REGGIE! IMMA HAVE YOUR BABIES! PLEASE DADDY COME IN MY WHITE PUSSY! FUCK MY FUTURE! FUCK MY RACIST ASS DADDY, THIS NIGGA DICK OWNS ME! FLOOD IT DADDY, FLOOD MY WHITE PUSSY PLEEEeeeeease!" she yelled one last time as her pussy spasmed around Reggie's exploding black organ, filling her fertile womb with copious amounts of thick, potent African seed.
Panting and still shaking, Emily slumped to the floor, completely fucked. Reggie was entirely dominant in a way she was sure no white boy could manage.
Laughing, Gil slapped her right butt cheek with his dirty calloused black hand and said, "That's a good white hoe." as he finished cleaning his deflated black cock off with the racist shirt her peckerwood *** had given her. The old man then threw the Confederate cum rag to Reggie, who did the same as Emily lay face down on the ground, completely motionless as Reggie tossed the shirt onto the sweaty blondes naked back.
"Aight, get dressed, hoe, gotta take yo ass home... and who knows, might just swing by and say what up to yo racist ass daddy." Both black men laughed and bumped elbows as Emily remained motionless on the floor, trying to wrap her little white mind around what just happened and what it meant for her going forward.
Still a little rough. I'm going to add to it and do some edits later. All feedback is welcome.
