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Jacuzzi Judas Goat
TJ Ryder
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I was working the weekend day shift at Club Mandingo when a
regular I knew came over with an ingratiating grin and I knew he was
looking for a favor. I am supposed to be one of the beach boys
delivering towels and drinks to the mostly white couples cuz theyr'e
the ones who pay all the bills but on the other hand anything that
gets black cock into white pussy is
part of my job description.
Tyrone waited by the tiki bar until I returned with my empty
tray. He's a big, hung, black bull and usually hangs
with a couple uglier horndogs who use him as point man.
"Hi my man!" he smiled.
"What's up, Tyrone?"
"Well dere's a cute white gal in the family section!"
"Lots of em!" I said.
"Yeah well, speshully this one!"
"I can't give you an introduction because I haven't met her yet!"
"C'mon, ah show you!"
I told the bartender this is business and he scowled but
I walked out with Tyrone which would normally be kind of an odd couple
someplace else. Tyrone being 6-6 and muscled-up with ten pounds of
meat swinging and me being a typical staff sissy which is 5'5, 125
lbs, earrings, eye shadow, maid cap and a plastic chastity ring over
my little penis and balls. Plus
garter belt and hose. A white couple passed us and the woman
gaped and sighed at Tyrone's swinging package and I could have been in
a chicken suit and she wouldn't have noticed.
The family section did not have a bar and had some rules like no
public sex but it was still clothing optional. It
was usually a place to dump the kids while the adults played. As
Tyrone went up a flight of
stairs I asked where we were going.
"From the room balcony!" he said.
Inside the single room his two big buddies waited with grins and
half hardons, both also naked. Brutus was around 30 and had a fat gut
but a huge pair of hairy black balls.
Mustapha was like a tattooed black weightlifter. Of course it was
technically a violation because 3 people aren't supposed to share a
single but they knew I wouldn't say
anything. They called themselves the Three Horsemen cuz they loved
flipping young white virgins to black cock in just one weekend.
Mustapha was peeking through the blinds down
at the pool area. I didn't have to have her pointed out.
An absolutely luscious blonde teenager in a thong bikini
was getting out of the pool, and walking past some other kids and
heading for the jacuzzi.
Tyrone wanted to point her out and I said I knew already.
"Should I even ask if she's legal?"
"Acshually," Mustapha smiled, being the leader, "she is!
Odderwise Ah bring mah fifteen year ol cousin Lamar in but he in juvie
right now anyway!"
"Is she with anyone?"
"White trash parents, they in the swinger section playin dere own
game!"
"So, why am I here?"
"We was checkin her out soons we got here, an everytime
a black buck moves close she just smiles and leaves. We don't want to
waste Tyrone's first move. We need the ole
Judas Goat, boy!" he said with a gold grin.
My shoulders sagged as I sighed.
"It would be better to work an introduction through the parents!"
Tyrone shuddered at that. "She a fat, bleach-blond slag.
Ah cain't even think of fuckin that!" I watched her gorgeous
body slip into the jacuzzi.
"Okay, I'll give it a shot for a little while. But I have to
change my image!" Tyrone was a nice guy but kind of dumb and he asked
why.
"I have to look somewhat like a classmate!" We sissies are usually
ten years older than we look which is convenient, as I went into the
bathroom and slipped off my ear and nipple rings, removed my tongue
stud, washed off my eye shadow, and stipped off my garter belt and
hose and maid cap.
I was about 18 again except for one little thing. Walking back out
I asked Mustapha if he had his burglar kit with him!
He got defensive, asking why, and then smiled as I pointed down at
my chastity cage and its tiny padlock.
As he knelt down and worked on the padlock I asked Tyrone if he had
something I could wear as a bathing suit.
When the padlock was opened, I stood up, automatically erecting
after being restrained, getting snickers and smiles
from the hung studs around me, and I used Mustapha's switchblade to
cut down Tyrone's sheer white speedo into something I could wear. He
didn't like me doing it but didn't say anything. I also took a towel
and put it over my arm.
"How'd you know you ah had a kit?" Mustapha asked.
"It's written all over your back. And by the way, I'm still
an employee of the club, Mustapha!" He really didn't like that but I
like my job here more.
"Dis de one place on de panhandle we leave alone, struth!"
I just nodded, Tyrone said I looked great. I asked him to
walk down with me.
"Look, Tyrone, this calls for slow and easy. If you see me
lay my towel over that chair by the jacuzzi, you come on down
and I introduce you. If she's not interested I'm just coming back up
to get my stuff!" He nodded. Security is real tight at the
Mandingo. The huge, black lifeguard had been keeping his eye on that
girl along with maybe half the staff.
I walked casually over to the jacuzzi, the girl watching out of the
corner of her eye, and smiled finally. I smiled back.
I just gaped at her curves in her tiny thong, and slipped
into the hot water. It felt good, not too hot. I had to make the
first and second moves, but eventually she talked. She was bored and
shy, I could tell right away, and I would have told the guys to forget
it if she wasn't wearing that thong. She was from some tiny southern
town in Alabama, her folks liked clothing optional beaches she
confided.
"So, youv'e been to places like the Mandingo before!"
"'Not so much like this. Since I was small, but well, there aren't
any places in Alabama like this. There are nudist beaches there, but
not much, well," she lowered her voice, "race mixing!"
I smiled. "And your parents are in the club section
now?"
She hesitated, nodding. "Mom's idea, but daddy's gotten to
like it too! They couldn't do this in our hometown!" she explained.
"Your'e the first white boy near my age!"
"Oh I'm a little bit older!"
"Really, I just assumed you were with your parents?" She
was a little puzzled for good reason. She was too shy to explain,
and it brought this pretty blush. She was just
entrancing!
"Are you in the service?" Lots of the young bucks are navy or
army.
"In the service of the Club, I work here! I'm just on break now!"
I half lied. I probably would get docked this
time on my card.
Her small hand went to her open mouth as she gasped and
half smiled. She giggled then. "Oh, that explains it!"
I laughed with her, a little embarassed myself.
She looked at me a little closer then, down to my package,
wearing the kind of bathing suit designed to emphasize either
size or smallness. A half smile she tried to hide.
"I understand your confusion." I said. "I mean, Why would
a white boy who looked like me vacation at a place catering
to white women who come here for black men?" She was surprised
I was so honest, I could see, wondering where this was going.
"I'm surprised your'e so up front about it" she added after a
pause, " All the white boys in my town would just go rabid
if they saw me with a black man!" She paused and smiled, "but your'e
not like any white boy in my town!"
"There are probably white boys in your town, but they have to play
the role, you know. But what I like about the Mandingo is people can
be themselves!"
She smiled, "It's like the commercial about Vegas, then!"
"Yes, a little different maybe!"
"I should have noticed. You have a trace of eye shadow.
and, oh yes, pierced ears, and (giggle) nipples!" She looked
down and bit her lip. "Don't you boys normally wear a ...!"
"Chastity belt!" I smiled, "I took it off for my break!"
"I didn't know you could...where is it? I'd like to see one!"
I wasn't sure where to go with that but decided on a variation of
the truth. "I leave it up in a friend's room
when I go on break!"
"So that allows you, to...!"
"Get a hardon, like you saw me do when I met you!"
She giggled, blushing a little.
"Of course, " she smiled, 'I did, but (giggle) the hardons
Iv'e seen here are a lot easier to notice! Oh, I'm sorry I
said that!" She did make me wince a little but also get
a little pumped.
"Don't be sorry! That's the Mandingo Motto!"
"Thank you, oooh, now that you say it, your'e, well...!"
Looking at her delightful breasts as she turned, and that
incredible white firm butt in her thong, she knew why.
'Just looking at you makes me hard. Of course, you didn't
know a white boy would be down here, so when you put that on
you did that knowing you'd be seeing big black boys, didn't you?"
She bit her lip in a typically girl fashion, half smiling.
We introduced ourselves then, me using my real name and she
was of course Charlene, reminding me of an old flame who went
black of course.
"Well," she confided, pleased at my rampant small erection
in my tiny panties as she deliberately arched her breasts
at me, "I did think, perhaps this weekend, maybe, but,
(lowering her voice) I don't know how to even talk to a
black boy. Iv'e never done it back home!"
"It's easy, just open your mouth and talk!"
"But, theyr'e sooo big, huge, and, well, you know," she
said pointedly looking down at my crotch, "different!" Her
eyes wandered over to a black man walking by naked, his swinging
dick, as she smiled over at her. He didn't come in because he
was checking on his interracial children in the kiddie pool.
"So you need some help?" I said innocently, "I know some
black guys if you want to talk to one!"
"You do?... well of course I guess that's your job, but..!"
I casually folded my towel over the back of the chair.
"Oh sure, my friend Tyrone's coming down pretty soon, you'll
like him!"
"Is he... you know...(smile) nice?" she said.
"Would you stay with us?" she asked. I promised I would.
At least until she took the first black cock, and then it
would be Brutus and Mustapha taking turns on this gorgeous
white teen with those beautiful big swaying firm breasts
and that pert peach bottom.
'Yes," I said honestly, "big, muscular, good looking,
and hung like a horse!" Her hand went up to her mouth
hiding her smile. I saw her nipples stiffen as she shimmied
in the water. I got harder as I thought that in a few hours
I'd be slurping negroe studjuice from her sweet stretched cunt,
and by tomorrow she'd be a three-hole, black-only slut who'll
never look at a white cock for the rest of her life!
continued at midnightx.com/