Perverts 'R' Us

The Shopping Trip

By Alan ( M+/F, M/g, ir, gb, mast, pedo )

Sari was young when she had Anne. She is only 20 now. Anne is 2 and she is her whole life. Ever since her husband left her, she has had difficulty in finding the right person for her and Anne.

As Sari put Anne to bed, she would read through stories on the internet and work herself up into a frenzy until she came on her fingers. The most erotic stories she liked were with a young girl, pre-teen, being taken by a group of black men or women being abused by black men. Black men are one of the main parts to the stories.

When Sari was out shopping, she knew that she turned heads as they watch her hips swing and tits jiggle up and down. She often wore jeans as her pert bum was encased in a material that accentuated her shape. In the hot weather, she tended to wear a cropped tee shirt and jeans that were cut low to show enough flesh to excite anyone. She knew if she bent over her thong strap showed at the back, which excited her as much as the men looking at her.

She often wore one top that was so short that it often showed the lower part of her tits. She knew she was provocative and she was careful not to push it too far with the men who watched her. Well she hoped she did, anyway.

As men watched her push her buggy with Anne, they often wished they were the ones who fucked her first.

Anne had met some lovely girls and had some sexual experiences with them. She found the girls were much softer to be with than most men, but she still loved the feel of a hard cock - large enough to stretch her open and force its way up her cunt until she nearly passed out with the intensity of her orgasm.

One time when she was by herself in bed, she got to daydreaming and finger-fucked herself until she wet the bed with her juices running freely from her cunt.

Most days, Anne slept in the afternoon after their daily walk. On this particular day, her life was near to changing for good. It was her choice.

She was walking through the shopping center when she noticed a black man watching her. She stopped and looked in the shop window to look at his reflection. It seemed as though he knew what she was doing as he openly rubbed his crotch.

He was about 37 or 38 years old. Still quite good-looking, but it was the fact he had very dark black skin. The white shirt he was wearing gave him a striking comparison of the two colors. She hadn't realized, but she was standing there for a long time looking at him. He wore tight black leather trousers that showed the outline of his growing cock.

Sari realized it was her teasing that made him feel this way. As she bent down to lose his gaze, her long blond hair covered her face and deep blue eyes. She turned and walked off without looking back. She had no idea if he was following her or not. She got to her car, got Anne into her baby chair and packed the car and was off. She checked her rear mirror, but couldn't see anyone following.

She couldn't believe the state she was in. She looked down to check she didn't have a wet patch on the front of her jeans, she felt so wet. Her thong may look good, but they were no use when you are so wet with juices.

Anne was asleep as Sari got home. She picked her up and put her to bed, then emptied the car of shopping. After making a drink, Sari sat down in front of the computer.

She searched through thumbnails for images of black men fucking young white women. They were good images, but not the right ones for today. She was looking for an image of a young white girl and an older black man. She was looking for an image of her and the older black man. She wanted to imagine him fucking her cunt and arsehole.

Really, Sari was too scared to meet a black man. Maybe it was the size of their cocks that scared her or it could just be meeting another man.

She flicked through her favorite story site, Perverts R Us. She searched through until she found an old story she had read before. As she read through it she realized it wasn't the story she thought it was.

The story was about a girl called Sari. She wondered how many women called Sari could there be. As she read on, the character had a daughter who was fucked by her black boyfriend. This was too much of a coincidence. "Who knows me well enough to write a story about me?" she wondered.

Sari read on and got more excited as it went on. Her jeans were too tight, so they hung around her ankles. Her tits in the material confines heaved up and down with her erratic breathing. She wasn't wearing a bra this particular day, and the material was rubbing her nipples painfully.

She pulled the tee shirt off, roughly tearing the material. This was discarded along with her jeans that she kicked off. He eyes hadn't left the screen as she undressed and tore her clothes off her body. As it got the part where she was fucked by the black man, she took her black dildo out of the drawer next to the computer. This was one day she didn't need lubrication as she slipped it up her cunt.

It was as wide as her wrist, but today it was up her without any pressure. She pushed it as far as possible until it hit her cervix. As she pushed it hard up against her cervix she imagined the black cock was taking her virginity. She closed her eyes as her first orgasm raked through her body.

A breeze was coming through the open window. In her imagination it was his hot breath on her neck as he fucked her from behind. With the black dildo embedded, she played with her arsehole and slipped a finger in and fucked herself.

The story went on with her 11-year-old daughter being fucked by two old black men who were very rough with her. Sari came again, but this time it was so forceful it washed the dildo out. As it fell on her leg it brought her back to reality. She finished reading the story and played with her clit with her experienced fingers.

The story came to an end and Sari felt shattered. She slumped in an arm chair by the desk. She idly let her hand play with her clit as she lay there daydreaming. Her nipples needed some attention as well. With one hand between her legs and the other abusing her own nipples, she couldn't believe she was so rough with herself.

She needed to use the toilet and got up with wobbly legs to climb the stairs. She needed to use the banisters to steady herself. She used the loo and washed her hands. She walked past Anne's room and looked in. As she stood there she could see the outline of her daughter's cotton panties. She was beautiful and Sari knew she would break some hearts in her time. She hoped it wouldn't be hers that was hurt.

Sari was still naked, her nipples still hard and pointed, and her cum was dripping and running down her legs. As she got to the bottom step, she brushed her hair out of her eyes and in front of her staring through the window was the black man from the shopping center.

Sari was too shocked to cover herself and he smiled at her. She sat on the stair until the doorbell rang. She didn't move. After a moment she heard a voice tell her he wanted to speak to her and would she open the door for him. If he had watched her fuck herself there was no way he just wanted to speak to her.

She thought for a moment that maybe he did want to speak to her, but tell her what he wanted to do to her. The voice of the black man told her that he didn't want to wake her daughter, so just open the door.

Her house was off the road and she knew no one would hear him banging. As she stood by the door, he said he had seen her with her black dildo and what she did with it. He told her he could get rid of the itch between her legs without the dildo.

Sari could hear Anne wake up. He heard her as well and spoke softly. He told Sari that he would be back with a friend who loves little girls and he would look after the little girl.

His voice changed and it became softer, but more demanding. He told her that he loved her body, blond hair, and beautiful eyes. He thought she was the most beautiful girl he had seen. He just wanted to look at her and then he would leave her alone.

He then added he would wait and phone his friend to look after the little girl. Sari opened the door slightly. She asked him to please leave, and then Anne spoke in her sleep. "OK" the black man said, "I will call him." Sari opened the door and he stepped in.

He walked past Sari and into the front room. He sat down and told Sari to stand in front of him. She did as she was told.

He said his name was Pete as he opened his leather trousers and fished his large cock out. Without being told, Sari bent down and sucked his cock. It was nearly too large to fit in her mouth. As she sucked him, there was a knock on the door. She was told to open it.

Standing in the doorway was another black man and a white man. They walked in past Sari. Pete told Sari that the black man enjoyed little girls and would look after her if he needed to. The white guy just enjoyed fucking whores.

Pete called the white guy Keith. As Pete had his cock sucked, Keith pulled her hips up and slid his cock along her very wet slit. His cock head found her hole easily and he was banging away with little effort. With each thrust Keith pushed Sari onto the cock in her mouth, making her gag.

Keith pushed deeper until he was banging against her cervix. Sari came, making it easier for him to push into her womb. Keith held her hips and fucked her hard, his balls banging against her clit to bring her to another orgasm.

Keith pulled out and found her arsehole. As he leaned over her back, he held her behind the knees and picked her up, his cock still deep in her arsehole. As Keith held her with her legs splayed open her cunt was in open view for Pete to fuck. He slipped in easily and they both fucked her hard until she past out with another orgasm. They fucked her until they cum, she was pushed onto her back as she came around.

Keith and Pete cleaned their cocks on her torn tee shirt. Sari looked around to see where the other black man had gone. She heard him coming down the stairs, in his arms was Anne.

Anne had a glazed look on her face as he sat down in a chair opposite them. Sari noticed he had his hand between her legs. A finger was up her small, undeveloped cunt and his small finger up her arse.

He smiled at Sari as he pulled his finger out and handed her Anne. Sari held her as she watched the men leave.

She knew she should be more careful about the way she dressed, but it shouldn't mean she had to endure being abused and fucked by strangers.

Any comments please alan.brody@yahoo.co.uk