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As a black girl, born and raised in Louisiana, I have always kept
white men at a distance. Like my mother, I am very shapely, (some say
thick, some say voluptuous) and very black. Through out childhood I
would see white men stare at my mother in her designer dresses and
fine jewelry, (my father was a civil engineer) and then I would hear
them make racists comments; usually comparing her to a monkey or
simply calling her an uppity-nigger. But the lust in their gaze was
raw and unvarnished. I grew up hating them all.
When I was 14 I was sent to Houston to live with my aunt in order to
attend the High School for Health Professions. It was a gateway to
most of the better medical programs in the south. I hoped of getting
into LSU's Pharmacy program. My parents also wanted to round-out my
experiences as I had associated only with blacks and would not
entertain or educate whites; male or female.
That's when I found that racism comes in all packages and colors. Once
I had learned, (the hard way) to dispense with the trifling-assed,
thug-wanna-be niggas, I found that my selection fell into three
categories.
One: the urban-professional, looking only for the
light-bright-next-to-white, thin as a chicken-wing, woman that will
enhance his image. He would fuck me, but only recreationally.
Two: the thick-ass, connoisseur. I could be purple with no teeth and a
foot for a nose and this sick mother fuck would try to fuck me or
anything else for that matter.
And finally, Gran'pa, the old freik that is just looking to see if
that rusty ol' thing still worked. Oh, yes, there was one more, the
true brotha; the one who is true-blue-into-you. Dedicated and devoted,
hard-working, and down to be down with one girl. But that is just as
hard to find in black as it is to find in white; if not a little
harder.
So I'm 16, at the end of a rough year. My aunt suggests a
summer-med-program at University of Houston. I agreed and ended up
setting next to this tall-assed Viking, named Jan. He was right out of
the Air Force and working on a pre-reqs to be-you guessed it- a
Pharmacist. He sat next to me every morning, after he had worked all
night, worked out, and showered. He always smelled sooo good.
Sometimes he would fall asleep and his leg would slump next to mine;
we both wore shorts so his hot, tanned, muscular, legs would warm my
cool, soft, black skin. This and some shameless flirting, went on for
a week before Jan, (not knowing how old I was) finally asked me out.
Even though I was surprised to be into him, as almost a reflex, I
turned him down, cold and hard. I think I even said, "I don't date
outside of my race."
At first Jan looked shocked, and then he dropped his eyes, his face
turning dark red. We did not speak again that summer. He sat on the
other side of the class and when I caught him looking at me he dropped
his eyes and acted embarrassed. On the last day of class I tried to
apologize, but he cut me off.
"When I was in the Air Force, I was stationed in Alabama." Jan said,
"A friend of mine was harassed because he was black and dating a white
woman. I testified on his behalf at his detachment hearing, but I will
never forget how all of a sudden I was white and he was black and we
were different. I never meant to offend you and I never want to feel
like some white-asshole again."
Then he walked away. Two months passed and I was at the University
library researching a project for school. It was early November in
Houston (that meant 70-degree days) after midterms; so the fifth floor
was near-deserted. I turned a corner and walked right into Jan. He
looked as good as ever, short blond hair, close cut goatee and 'stash,
green eyes, and sparkling teeth. I felt self conscious in my kaki
skirt and frumpy sweater. Plus I was a little heavier, for winter of
course. But Jan's face lit-up as usual when he seen me.
I would not let him talk until I apologized at least six times amid a
mad garble of my life story. When I finally allowed him to speak, he
just smiled leaning in close in his warm teddy-bear-way softly
muttering something about missing me and the feel of my skin next to
his. I couldn't resist reaching up to kiss him, but what I had
intended to be a soft touch on the lips turn HOT. I pressed up against
him and he pressed back. I could feel his strong body and I was
engulfed with his soap and water, clean smell.
I never thought of getting caught, making him stop, or anything other
than his large, manicured hands roaming my body and squeezing my ass.
He could have bent me over a table, in front of the elevators and I
would have given it UP. He guided me into his 5X10 study corral and
boosted me up on the small desk. I kissed him so hard, I bruised his
lower lip. I squeezed his massive pecks, biceps, and nearly tore the
shirt off of his hard belly. Before I knew it he had my sweater up and
my purple-lace bra split in his rush to grope my big tits. Jan gripped
fist fulls of my jiggling tits and licked/suck around my black
nipples. I frantic to unfasten his belt and the snap of his pants. His
cock was worth rushing for. I won't do anything as stupid as to
approximate inches, but it was perfect in length and it was massive in
diameter.
Jan held me close pinning me to the desk, saying how he wanted to suck
on my big lips forever. I got wet at the sound of his voice getting
racial. Finally I pushed him back and dropped to my knees; I had never
EVER performed oral sex before and I'm sure it showed. I fumbled with
the tip of his cock until he jammed it in my face. I LOVED him
aggressive. After a while of face-fucking me, gagging me, and
molesting me Jan grabbed me by my thighs and slammed me back onto the
desk. My little girl began to burn when he snatched the purple lace
panties from the crack of my ass. When he noticed that I shaved my
pubic hair I was so glad that I read about it in Cosmo and decided to
try it.
The sight of his white hands on my black thighs was almost too much,
but the feeling of his fingers simultaneously strumming my clit and
exploring my asshole was waay too much. I began to have soft little
waves of orgasms as Jan wrapped my legs around his waist and leveraged
his cock into my damp pussy. His eyes glazed over as he entered me and
I thought I would cry because he was so big and I was sooo tight, but
I mean cry in a good way. Jan made minutes of soft, shallow thrusts
before he pulled my legs up to his shoulders and began to pump me
deeper. My orgasms ebb and flowed, and I said something I never
thought I would say.
"Call me a nigger," I husked. "Use me like a nigger-whore."
"You filthy bitch," he replied; it was music to my cunt. "You
black-assed, nigger. I been wanting to fuck your stuck-up nigger ass
for months."
"Don't stop," I hissed. But he did, jerking me from the desk and
picking me up to put me face down, over a chair. I was now facing the
grated door of the corral anyone walking by would see us; the thrill
was electric.
Jan plunged into my pussy and it felt like he had stabbed my womb. His
thumb invaded my ass and my waves became tidal. I was trembling and
ready to cry out.
"I want that nigger ass," he spat. "I been watching that round ass for
months and I want to fuck all over it."
I wasn't down for that one. My friends had been hurt and they told
horror stories enough for me to know that I was not ready. But before
I could say so, Jan spit into my asshole, smeared it with his thumb
and eased his big boi on in.
"Mother-fuckin' tight nigger slut. You fine, fat, little nigger
bitch."
I was ready to scream that I couldn't take it; then he stopped. He had
impaled me on his cock and now he was caressing my clit again. Then it
felt as if he might pull out but he only pulled back to pump it in
again. Then he began to pump, harder and harder. Whispering in my ear
a stream of sweat obscenities and racist slurs he raped my ass. My
waves broke over me as he broke my ass. Finally, he jerked me around
by the hair of my head, fucked my face two-strokes and then came in my
mouth. I gagged and swallowed a lot by reflex, but most dripped off my
face and down my tits.
We both sunk to the floor and sat there for a while in stunned
silence. Then we got up, cleaned up in the restrooms, and went for
coffee. Slowly we talked; both awkward about how depraved we were.
Finally we exchanged numbers and parted, but we never called each
other.
Epilogue:
Shortly after I gave this story to Madchem I was served with divorce
papers and I was very upset. I was left with a three year-old-girl to
raise and a lot of bitterness. But six months latter I ran into Jan at
a Pharmaceutical conference in Atlanta. I am grown now and able to
deal with what "gets me off." And he has made peace with his feelings
of guilt. I don't know how we will do or how far we will go, but as
equals we are sure having a lot of fun getting there.
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