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As I watched my virgin cock sink deeper and still deeper into Miss Paula’s warm, wet mouth I felt my vision blurring as if I were passing out. My young mind raced as the voluptuous 42-year-old blonde neighbor lady deep-throated all 6 inches of my 11-year-old black cock.
It was the beginning of summer 1969, and I had cautiously jumped over Miss Paula’s old wooden backyard fence, and stealthily climbed up into her large Georgia peach tree. As I sat in the tree, happily consuming the sweet stolen fruit, I glanced down into Miss Paula’s rear bedroom window, and received one of the biggest surprises of my young life. I saw Miss Paula completely nude. She was lying on the bed, on her back, with her very shapely and recently tanned thighs spread apart, as she worked an enormous black dildo in and out of her blonde pussy. I sat completely frozen with fear of being discovered as I watched her beautiful ample body shake with orgasm. I later climbed out of the tree in a daze, and went home, as my young mind replayed what I had witnessed, over and over again. That night, I pulled and jerked my young hard cock for the very first time, to the still fresh memories of Miss Paula’s pendulous, tan-lined, 44DD tits and curvy thighs.
The next morning my cock was very sore, and my hand had a cramp in it, from the workout I had given them the night before. I ignored the pain and couldn’t think about anything other than wanting to get back to that peach tree to see more of Miss Paula awesome naked form. Later in the day after swiftly completing all my household chores and yard work, I stealthily climbed into Miss Paula’s peach tree anxiously awaiting a peek at Miss Paula’s delicious tan lines, when I heard a loud angry voice coming from inside the house.
“Twelve days driving truck and I come home to find more of this nigger-slut bullshit!”
Suddenly the back door of the house tore open and Miss Paula’s large redneck husband Mr. Bob exited the house with the extra large black dildo in his hand.
“Stupid whore just won’t learn to keep this nigger shit out of my fuckin’ house!”
Mr. Bob raged as he thrust the black dildo deep into a large garbage can. After he slammed the garbage can lid down, Mr. Bob stood in silent anger, and the thick muscles all over his 6ft. 4inch frame tensed as Miss Paula nervously approached him, her curvaceous 5ft. 10inch figure barely covered by a short white bath robe. Miss Paula quietly spoke.
“Please Bob, there ain’t no harm in it. Nobody knows about it.”
Suddenly Mr. Bob lashed out with a vicious backhand slap to Miss Paula’s face. The blow spun her whole body around making her lose balance and fall to the ground.
Mr. Bob stood over Miss Paula fallen form and yelled.
“NOBODY KNOWS ABOUT IT? You stupid, big-titted cow; every porch-monkey for a ten mile radius can smell the nigger-loving stink on you!”
As Paula lay silently sobbing on the ground, Mr. Bob continued.
“I ought to dig up your dead daddy and kick his fucking sorry ass for getting you hooked on nigger cock.”
“Please Bob…., Daddy was….just trying to provide for his family.” Miss Paula sobbed and slowly attempted to get up off the ground.
“Provide for his fuckin’ family…bullshit. More like he provided 10-year-old wet white pussy on the sly, to any filthy nigger ape with a couple of dollars. He then had the nerve to march around in the sacred Klan robes, pretending to be a morally upright, and self-respecting white man. Goddamn, he must have laughed his ass off when you told him I had asked your slut ass to marry me, him knowing what a nigger loving tramp you are, and what a fucking ignorant fool I was, for not knowing the truth about you. Yeah, I bet a good laugh was had by FUCKIN’ BOTH OF YOU!”
And with those words Mr. Bob delivered a vicious punch to the side of Miss Paula’s head that sent her sprawling back down into the dirt of the backyard.
Mr. Bob then gave a warning, “I’m headed to the docks to get the truck serviced. Get all your shit, and be out of my fuckin’ house by the time I get back. Go find one of your sub-human sugar daddies to live with, and don‘t ever come back!”
With that Mr. Bob stomped around the side of the house to the front, jumped into his diesel truck. As Mr. Bob drove away I sat paralyzed in the peach tree for a couple of minutes as I was in shock of all I had seen and heard. Miss Paula was still on the ground, but she began moving very slowly. As I continued watching her helpless, battered form attempt to crawl in the dirt, toward the backdoor of the house, I found myself overwhelmed by the need to help her, to provide whatever little assistance that I could.
So I cautiously climbed down out of the peach tree, and quickly moved toward Miss Paula. Without thinking or even saying a word I reached down touching her shoulder and arm, trying to somehow help her up off the ground. Suddenly our eyes met and Miss Paula exclaimed.
“Get your black fuckin’ hands off me…. right now!” I immediately jumped backwards at least three feet. Miss Paula who had been crawling on her hands and knees, rolled over onto her back, sat up and spoke.
“What the fuck is your little black ass doing in my backyard?!?” I suddenly found myself unable to speak, and I lowered my gaze toward the ground in fear.
“ANSWER ME!!! Look at me when I’m talking to you, and tell what you were doing here in my backyard!!!”
I lifted my eyes and took in the awesome sight of Miss Paula’s bathrobe which had fallen wide open; her enormous naked heavy hanging white breasts in full view.
“Were you looking for something to steal?!?” Miss Paula demanded to know. I slowly shook my head, trance like, to answer “no” as my young eyes were locked on her awesome white jugs which were capped by large tan areolas, and huge nipples.
“Oh...” Miss Paula said, her voice now real low and lusty.
“Of…course.” “Now I know…exactly what….you were looking for…the same thing all little nigger boys look for……..for this…” And with that Miss Paula, who was still sitting on the ground, opened her bathrobe completely and slowly opened her legs, parting her thighs to expose her married white pussy to an 11-year-old virgin black boy.
To be continued? Let me know at perverts_r_us@hotmail.com