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Subject: Story Title: "Leslie And Bob"
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"Leslie And Bob"
>From the casual observer, Leslie and Bob were the perfect couple.
Leslie was a natural blonde classic beauty. Her supple body was just
blossoming at age seventeen. Her pert young breasts seemed to be in
constant conflict with the tight restricting blouses and halters she
insisted on wearing. She was more than a flirt; she was what is
commonly referred to as a prick teaser. Her attire was always the most
provocative and she enjoyed immensely teasing the young and immature
boys to erection and then leave them to their own devices. Although she
was very inexperienced sexually; the outward appearance sure betrayed
that fact.
Her steady boyfriend for the last three years was the popular
basketball star Bob Caseyy. He was a senior at the suburban high school
and would be more at ease as the cover story on Seventeen magazine. His
long wavy blonde hair was what all the teenage girls at the large high
school wanted to run their hands through. He had the perfect physique
with one small flaw. His chest was covered with light brown matting
tapered to a thin waist and powerful legs. Unfortunately for both Bob
and Leslie he was gifted with a less than massive four and half inch
cock. He had been able to insert the small organ into the pretty and
desirable Leslie no less than six times.
Although a virgin during her first sexual act, she was left a little
less than thrilled with the quick and rather uneventful affair. Rather
than the screaming orgasm that she had pictured in her mind, she was
left with a dribbling softening version of manhood. Leslie allowed Bob
to try again on five subsequent occasions but had yet to reach her own
release. It seemed to Leslie that Bob was just barely adequate to pop
her heretofore precious cherry.
In addition to thinking of himself as the ultimate pleasure giver to
the girls who flocked around him, Bob also felt he was without equal as
a basketball player. During a pickup game, a black twenty year old drop
out challenged him to a game the next week-end. Each was to supply a
supporting cast of three players and the winner would take home a pot
of five hundred dollars. The game was to be played at the high school
gym since there was no school activity planned and the gym would be
deserted.
Jerome, the black, was a very savvy street wise operator. He had egged
the young and stupid white boy on, in front of his extraordinary
beautiful girlfriend. It did not take the conceited Bob long to accept
the challenge. Little did Bob know that the challenge he accepted would
include far more than the five hundred dollars.
The black was only six feet tall but had massive shoulders and arms and
was all black. His often used manhood stretched to over nine inches and
its width was enough to make even the experienced black girls shy away.
Leslie came to the game and sat alone in the bleachers to observe the
sporting event. Leslie was wearing a bright red halter top without a
bra and the shortest white hot pants ever produced. Since the hot pants
were tight enough to be painted on Leslie chose not to bother with
panties. Being daring, she applied an overabundance of make up that
drew a short retort from her steady boyfriend. Her long blonde hair was
tied in back with a bright red ribbon. To set off the perfectly
proportioned long tanned legs she wore four inch white patent heals. As
the fast paced game seemed to get rougher and rougher, Leslie became
more and more aroused just looking at the lean and mean Jerome. He was
inflicting both physical pain and mental anguish on her steady
boyfriend. His quick and decisive moves to the basket, left poor Bob
standing flat footed. When Bob tried to change the level of
aggressiveness of the game, he rapidly discovered he was totally out of
his league in that respect also.
At half time, Jerome stripped his cut off sweatshirt and revealed the
most perfect chest that Leslie had ever seen. His muscled chest rippled
and as the sweat rolled off his shoulders and washboard stomach Leslie
was becoming far more aroused that a "decent white girl" should. Even
more embarrassing was the fact that every time Jerome punched the
basket home, he would turn and wink at her as he raced down the court.
His intentions, of course, were to get the young white girl interested,
and secondly to stick it to the arrogant loser white boy. The first
team to reach fifty was the declared winner. The five hundred dollars
were put in Leslie's purse and she was supposed to deliver the cash to
the captain of the winning team.
On the final basket, Jerome stuffed the basket over the tired and
defeated Bob. As he came down, he applied a massive hit with his elbow
just to crush the arrogant white face. His elbow smashed into the
perfect upturned nose and as it shattered, it spew blood all over the
sweat soaked clothing of Bob. As Bob, his face cradled in his arms, was
writhing on the floor Jerome casually walked to the locker room. Leslie
observed the final insult and knew she should scurry to her boyfriends
side and help him soothe his damaged face and crushed ego.
Watching the other team members drift away, Leslie glanced to the
locker room where the magnificent black had just departed. Her battered
sex partner was attempting to get his bearings.
Leslie sauntered down the bleachers being careful to not lose her
balance. As she carefully stepped from one level to the next her pert
young breasts bounced freely inside the tight fitting halter top. The
cool gym; the brutal game and the perfect unobtainable black stud made
Leslie's nipples harden with each step.
She quietly entered the locker room and roamed through the long rows of
lockers looking for the black animal. At each turn, her nervousness
increased and she became more anxious about finding him. At the end of
the last row of lockers, she turned and saw him sitting on the bench
next to the lockers. He still had his shirt off; his massive chest
covered with the clean perspiration that comes with a hard and grueling
work out. He was softly sucking on a joint and his eyes followed Leslie
as she approached. He made no movement to get up or approach her and
she walked to him until she was only a foot away.
Smiling seductively she looked down at the relaxed and confident black
and used her often used flirtatious sweet voice, "You played a
marvelous game. You seemed so confident and sure that you would win. I
bet you win at just about everything you do."
The black, experienced in the ways of naive, nervous, young white
princess's, knew the game the beautiful seventeen year old was playing.
She wanted to play at being the seductress and then at the last minute
rapidly leave, pretending to herself that she had been wronged. He
could sense that the white girl was sexually frustrated; probably at
the inept hands of the sobbing and broken white boy still cowering in
the gym.
Sitting up, he smiled as he answered the nervous white beauty, "If you
want something I would suggest that you ask for it, or more
appropriately BEG FOR IT."
Shocked at the directness of the sexual black animal only inches away
from her precious and awakened sweet white body, Leslie was becoming
aware of the isolated locker room. She had originally intended to only
tease the black stud and slip away long before he actually made his
move towards her cherished virgin like marbled body.
"Did you bring me something sugar?" questions the black.
Up until the direct question, Leslie had completely forgotten about the
five hundred dollars in her small purse. Letting the purse slip from
her shoulders she unzipped the top and took the roll of bills and
handed them to the calm black stud. When he reached out to retrieve the
bills, he took the small soft hand into his own.
The hot contact seemed to sear Leslie's small hand and she tried to
reprieve the offered hand.
When the black wouldn't let go, she looked down into his dark and
menacing eyes. "You came here to play a little prick tease. You may
play your coy little games with that limp dicked piece of shit crying
out on the floor but you best not play that game with a real man; a
real BLACK MAN. You try and play that game with me and I'll stick my
BLACK COCK so deep in your lily white cunt hole that my BLACK SEED will
drip out your ears."
As he let her hand go he gently reached up and placed his long fingers
on the inside of her left leg. The long black fingers felt like they
were sticks of fire on Leslie's cool upper leg. The contact was only
several inches away from her treasured love mound and her tight nipples
thrust against the restricting red halter. The black gently stroked the
upper leg while at the same time gently speaking the language of
seduction, "Doesn't that finger feel good against your cool skin. I
will stop if you don't like how it feels."
Leslie gently swayed against the gentle circular strokes that the black
was applying to her upper thigh. Each stroke became more and more
daring and ever and ever closer to the hem of the short white hot
pants. Her love mound, begged for attention. The initial stirring of
heavenly dew started forming in the deep recesses of her cringing woman
hole.
Leslie could not look at the manipulation being performed by the black
and sensuously let her head drop back. Her eyes closed and her tongue
slipped out and caressed her bright red coated lips. As the gentle
stroking continued, Leslie gently swayed against the pleasure giving
digit. She let out a silent gasp as the long black index finger reached
the hem of the white hot pants and gently stroked the pliable outer
folds of her mound. The stroking immediately caused the moist inner
tunnel to fill with woman juice and the sticky liquid dripped down the
chute and started coating the crotch of the white hot pants. Leslie's
gentle swaying became more urgent as she propelled her crotch against
the teasing black finger.
"Oh please, it feels so good," sobbed the increasingly aroused young
high schooler. She finally opened her eyes and looked down at the
rapidly hardening black manhood. Only the very tip of the massive organ
was in view as it slid down the black man's inner thigh and exposed
itself from the leg of the loose fitting gray cotton gym shorts. Leslie
mentally compared the massive black prod against her only real sexual
experiences. Bob's diminutive male organ was like a noodle compared to
the one rapidly growing before her unbelieving eyes. "Have you had the
privilege of being black fucked?" questions Jerome.
"Oh god no. I've only been with Bob. Please, you must stop before he
comes looking for me," moans the ever increasingly aroused young white
princess.
As she softly moans, Jerome inserts his finger into her love tunnel and
is immediately treated to an immersion of girl crème. His finger, then
his two fingers slide up the petite girl's chute and as each micro
thrust is made against the delicate nerve endings his fingers are
coated with the sweet nectar of her inner being. She frantically squats
on his hand trying to get more of the incredible appendage to enter her
precious, docile woman chamber.
Jerome continues the increasingly aggressive insertion trying to raise
the young white girl's craving.
Micro seconds before her first ever intense orgasm, the jilted lover
stumbles into the locker room. His enraged scream makes Leslie turn
toward her boyfriend and lover.
"Leslie, what the hell you doing letting that guy finger you?" comes
the outraged question.
Leslie turns and tries to say something to her stunned suitor. The
black, unperturbed continues the manipulation of Leslie's tortured love
mound. Leslie does not choose to move from the intense pleasure that
she is receiving and anxiously watches as Bob walks towards the couple
joined by Jerome's finger insertion into his girlfriend.
"Leslie, please come here. Don't let him finger you," Bob almost
whines.
The black finally looks up and makes eye contact with the outraged,
bruised and bloodied white boy. "Sit at the end of the bench limp dick.
I'm going to show you how a REAL MAN; A BLACK MAN can fuck your
girlfriend. By the time I am finished with your girl she won't be able
to stand to have a piece of shit like you even touch her. NOW SIT
DOWN!!!"
Bob is uncertain what to do. He knows he is not able to take his
girlfriend away from the black. He sits on the end of the bench.
Humiliated by the intimidation he becomes awed by the masterful
manipulation of his former lover. He makes one final attempt at
regaining his seventeen year old lover; "Leslie, please leave with me,"
he begs in a whining voice.
The black looks up to Leslie's face and asks her a simple question, "Do
you want to leave with limp dick?" he asks.
Leslie, looking down at him and still thrusting against his sweetly wet
hand states the obvious, "I don't want to go with Bob. I want to stay
with you."
As his beautiful lover makes her confession Bob is struck by the
contrast of the black's fingers rapidly thrusting into Leslie's still
hot pants covered woman hole.
"Unbutton your halter for me sugar cheeks," the black orders.
Leslie quickly complies, untying the unneeded covering and letting it
drop to the locker room floor.
"Tell me about the last time you were fucked?" continues the black.
"Bob and I fucked last Saturday. Oh god, it wasn't nearly as good as
you make me feel," moans Leslie.
"You let that limp dicked white boy have your precious pussy?"
continues the black's questioning.
"Yes, I'm sorry....." moans Leslie.
Leslie is truly sorry as she sees that the black is agitated at her
admission. She continues to thrust against his hands. The constant
pleasure giving that his fingers spawn make her want the black even
more. As she stares at his huge cock she is almost overcome with the
anxiety that the huge member is causing.
Removing his hand he orders the homecoming queen to peel the hot pants
down. Obeying his order she quickly pulls the hot pants down leaving on
her white patent pumps. Nervously she stares at Jerome uncertain of his
next move.
"Any bitch that allows a slack ass white boy to fuck her requires a
solid ass whipping. Lay your worthless ass on the bench, facing fuck
face there," orders the BLACK MASTER.
Straddling the bench Leslie looks up into the broken and humbled white
boy. Bob stares into the eyes of his seventeen year old girlfriend and
sees the intense burning sexual desire.
The black moves to the side and applies a series of vicious slaps to
the upturned marble cheeks. The sudden and swift punishment stings the
privileged white girl. Her cheeks redden immediately and she seeks to
evade the ever more powerful whacks.
"Tell me why you are being punished sugar buns," questions the black.
"You are spanking me because I let Bob fuck me," answers Leslie
honestly.
"Will you ever fuck Bob or any other worthless white boy?" Jerome asks,
as he applies another brutal slap.
"Oh god noooooooooo. I will never let another white boy fuck me.
Bob doesn't mean anything to me. Please stop. Please fuck me. I want
your black cock. I need your black cock!!!!" screams Leslie.
Bob, staring at his lovely girlfriend is more humbled. His girl is less
than a foot away and is screaming to have a black fuck her. Telling him
that she will never allow another white boy the entitlement of being
able to enter her perfect body.
After the constant spanking her ass cheeks are red and swollen. The
intense spanking has made her hole gush with woman juice. It coats the
lacquered bench. Jerome ceases the spanking and gently, softly, rubs
the swollen ass cheeks. The contact causes Leslie to slide forward;
avoiding even the slightest of touches.
"White boy; get your ass over here. Someone needs to pull my shorts
down if I'm to fuck this white bitch," commands Jerome.
Bob, in total awe of the situation that has developed before his eyes
meekly gets up and walks the several paces, stopping in back of Jerome.
"Take them down white boy!!" commands Jerome.
Bob, his hands at the top of the elastic gray cotton gym shorts gently
slides them down the muscular black thighs. Jerome steps out of the
discarded shorts. Bob in a kneeling position looks up to the massive
nine inch uncircumcised black cock. The head looks more terrible that
Bob can imagine. He has no concept of the size compared to his puny
member.
"Is this the black cock you want to fuck your girl with?" continues the
ridicule.
Still kneeling in admiration of its size; its hardness; and its'
ability to inflict incredible pleasure Bob meekly answers, "Yes. I want
you to fuck my Leslie."
"Peel back the foreskin. Kiss the head!" orders Jerome.
Hesitantly, he reaches forward and peels back the loose skin covering
the dark purple cock head. Mesmerized by the astonishing male organ he
tilts forward and kisses the BLACK COCK HEAD. Pulling back, the sticky
pre cum forms a long line to his white lips.
Leslie, who is looking over her shoulder, is becoming increasingly
aroused by the act of submission of her former lover. Her woman hole is
a raging torrent of girl juices and she scoots her reddened ass
backwards attempting to get into position to accept the honor of BLACK
MANHOOD.
"Put my black cock into your girl white boy," commands Jerome.
Respectfully, Bob aims the black pole to mate with his girl. The
contrast of the huge black manhood easing towards the redden asscheeks
of his white girlfriend causes Bob's puny cock to dribble his
discharge. The white cum drips from the head of his cock as he inserts
the head of the SUPERIOR BLACK MALE into the waiting receptacle of
lust.
At first contact Leslie thrusts backward trying to engulf the entire
length. Her total abandonment when coupling is achieved makes Bob
massage the black manhood as it enters the deep dark woman hole of his
young white girlfriend.
Jerome starts slapping the redden ass cheeks which increases the
longing deep inside his newly acquired white fuck bitch. Thrusting
against the kneeling black she buries the black manhood deep into her
pulsating love mound. Her final surrender comes as the entire nine
inches are firmly implanted into her womb.
She wishes the slapping of her ass cheeks would cease because of the
pain but the pain is what produces the intense burning need.
Her orgasm comes first. Screaming she clinches the huge member begging
for its quenching hot cum to complete the mating. The orgasm continues
for an extended period of time. However she cannot force the black to
release his life giving white fluid.
Jerome is still firmly implanted into the tight girl channel. He is
still rock hard and still fully extended. After allowing the young
woman to recover from her first BLACK CLIMAX he commences his ass
slapping. The tender red cheeks clinch at the start of the next
session.
"You are to milk my cock. You will have to learn to satisfy a black
man. A BLACK MAN is not like these inferior white boys that you allowed
to fuck you. A BLACK MAN'S thruster needs to be milked. Clinch your
worthless cunt muscles to milk my BLACK MANHOOD. I intend to continue
your spanking until you have satisfied me."
Leslie, marshaling all of her body to accomplish her ordered task
clinched her inner cunt muscles and milked the precious BLACK SEED from
her lover. As the huge volume of man liquid poured from his precious
girlfriend's overworked girl hole Bob kneeled and licked around the
outer edges of the black girl servicer. When at long last Jerome
withdrew his manhood the BLACK SEED escaped like a torrent. The sudden
opening allowed the fluid to flow down the inner thighs and come to
rest on the lacquered locker room bench. Immediately Bob, showing his
subservience dropped to his knees in order to lick each of the droplets
up. After cleaning the bench he licked the woman creme off of Jerome's
still erect BLACK MANHOOD.
Only when that task was completed was he allowed to have Leslie sit on
his face so that he could clean his girl for the next BLACK SEXING that
both Bob and Leslie longed for.