Taking Jenny to the arcade as our first date seemed so harmless at the moment. We would eat something, laugh about our school issues and play some fun games. What could possibly go wrong? The only goal for me was that she had fun. I still couldn´t believe I was on a date with these absolute goddess, so I wasn´t expecting any action, further than having a good time. If I could make her laugh and enjoy herself for a couple of hours, I was certainly going to get a second date. And maybe there, I could have some more ambitious plans.
Jenny was 16 years old like me, and by far, the most beatiful girl on my whole school. Even since she was 14, the older guys were all around her. She really developed fast... and boy did she developed nicely. She was the whole package really: perfect blonde hair, blue eyes, a beatiful face and a gorgeous body. That body... oh my god. Her tits were nice, firm and a decent size. But her ass was really something else. If you saw her from behind, you would think she was somewhat around 10 or 15 pounds above her ideal weight, as her behind was so damn big, round and fat. An enormous ball of white meat, that drove everyone that saw it absolutely crazy. But the best part it was that the weight thing was only an impression you got from seeing her ass. All the fat of her body seemed to be accumulated on that part, because otherwise she was athletic and fit.
How I got her to date me, is a very long story. But to make it short, the key was that we got to work together on a chemistry project, and to my delight, we got along quite well from the start. I was shy and almost never talked to her on class before, as she seemed totally out of my league. Well, I didn´t have a league, to be honest. I didn´t talk to girls, period. Far less to one like Jenny. But she was so nice and friendly, that after a while, I really opened up to her, my walls felt down and I putted all my energy on making myself more likeable. After three weeks of that hard work, I was here, on the arcade with that powerful beauty next to me.
What I really loved about Jenny (other than her entirely body) was how down to earth and nice she was. One would expect the most popular girl on school to be somewhat of a bitch, very shallow or egocentric. But that was not her. She was very intelligent and not only liked to talk about herself, but also listen to me. Always with that beatiful smile and those slightly coloured cheeks. If a 16 year old virgin could create the perfect girl out of his imagination, probably the outcome would look similar to Jenny... only that Jenny´s ass would still be better, because noone could really picture something so perfect.
For the date, Jenny had choose an outfit that made me literally drop my jaw. She was wearing an extra tight jean with a black shirt that not only showed a lot of her lovely cleavage, but also finished right above her navel, so the full size of her booty was exposed with nothing to block the view. And that view, believe me, was majestic.
For the first two hours, the night was going as good as I could expect and everything still felt like a dream. We laughed for 90% of the time, played some pool (she beated me easily) and some bowling (again, she beat me). I was having such a good time (and she too, appareantly) that the idea of trying to kiss her crossed my mind for the first time. Why not? All the signals were there, or at least I thought so, giving my null experience on the theme. What looked like an impossible two hours before, seemed so much possible now. She made me feel like a king, really. For the first time on my life, I had confidence. I was flying above the roof, wishing that night never ended. At that moment in time, I could never thought that the same night would become the worst of my young life.
The downfall started with a stupid and simple game. It was called "Knockout Punch" and it consisted of punching as hard as you could a platform, while using a boxing glove. The idea of playing came from Jenny and of course, I didn´t refuse, even when I was a little worried about having to use force around her. But again, I had all the confidence in the world at that moment, so It never crossed my mind that I was about to be humilliated on the most awful way.
Jenny tried the machine first, giving it a lady´s punch that reached an score of 82. Of course my eyes weren´t paying any attention to the game, but just staring at her behind, with LUST and the ultimately desire. What brought me back to reality was a deep voice coming from my left: "Daaamn boy, look at that fine piece of ass. That white bitch packing". As I look to the voice, I saw a black guy standing just next to me, looking at Jenny the same way I did. "Is she yours?", he asked towards me, talking like he was spitting his words. "She´s just a friend", I replied, feeling a little bit intimidated. The black guy looked about my age or maybe a year younger. He was very skinny and his arms were starting to get full of tatoos. I thought I even saw one on his neck, but again, I didn´t want to look him that much. As a matter of fact, all black guys intimidated me. If I could avoid them, much better. Why? At the time I didn´t know. Or at least, I acted like I didn´t know. The truth was that they intimidated me because they reminded me of everything I was not.
"A friend?", he started laughing and was about to add something else when Jenny turned around and returned to where I was standing. Now It was supposed to be my turn, but the thought of leaving her with that black guy scared me. What if he says something inappropiate to her? Would I have to defend her? I would be too scared to do anything like that... "Your turn", she said, ending my doubts: her voice was a command. I took five steps and when I looked back, I saw the black guy standing direcly behind her, looking down to her ass in the most obvious way. Shit... I rushed myself to the machine, put the glove on and tried to hit the platform as quick and hard as I could. The result? 98 points. 16 better than Jenny. I was pleased with the number, as the most negative pary of my brain kept telling me I would reach a lower number than her.
Well, that was it. Game finished, let´s keep moving and forget about that undesirable companion that just arrived. But sadly, something different happened. "98? That´s nice... Oh look, that guy is about to hit it, let´s see what he does", she said, as the black guy had already the glove on and was preparing to give it a try. Before I could object, something completely shocking happened. That skinny black 15 year old, punched the platform with a force of a truck. BOOM! The POWER and QUICKNESS he showed left both Jenny and me totally surprised. "Oh..." she said after a couple of seconds. We were still trying to came out of the shock, when the screen showed two giant numbers: 197. That had to be a mistake, right? 197 points? Almost a hundred better than me? "197, dear god", Jenny whispered.
After the numbers dissapeared, the screen showed some sort of ranking. A Top 10, asking for the user to add his name. As the black guy wrote "Deshawn", I saw that his 197 points were good to be the fourth best mark. But I saw something else, and I´m sure Jenny saw it too. All the names of the ranking were likely from black guys: there were three entries for Deshawn, four from a guy called Damarius, two from a Marcus (maybe he was white?) and one from a Jaquan.
After that humbling view, I saw Deshawn coming our way with an arrogant look on his face. He looked at me first, and then to Jenny with a smile. And to make things worse, she smiled back at him. Just a courtesy I tried to convince myself. Just a courtesy. As Deshawn passed by, I couldn´t avoid noticing something else: a massive bulge on his basketball shorts. Was he erected or just naturally THAT big? The bulge almost reached his side pocket, and was not only long (really, really long) but also very thick. As he walked, his "thing" balanced from one side to the other, on a dance that made me feel extremely jealous. I was too afraid to look at Jenny and see if she had saw that too.
After that episode, the groove of the night changed. She was much more quiet and inside her head, and my confidence was all gone, so I wasn´t talking that much either. After some small talk, she finally speaked her mind. "That guy was strong, huh? 197, that´s like two times better than we did. And he looked so skinny!". I didn´t know what to answer that. What could I say: Yes, two times stronger and at least three times bigger than me under his pants. I simple replied: "Did he get 197? I wasn´t paying that much attention". She gave me a confused look... it was obvious that both of us had seen his display of power. And she know it.
To be continued
Taking Jenny to the arcade as our first date seemed so harmless at the moment. We would eat something, laugh about our school issues and play some fun games. What could possibly go wrong? The only goal for me was that she had fun. I still couldn´t believe I was on a date with these absolute goddess, so I wasn´t expecting any action, further than having a good time. If I could make her laugh and enjoy herself for a couple of hours, I was certainly going to get a second date. And maybe there, I could have some more ambitious plans.
Jenny was 16 years old like me, and by far, the most beatiful girl on my whole school. Even since she was 14, the older guys were all around her. She really developed fast... and boy did she developed nicely. She was the whole package really: perfect blonde hair, blue eyes, a beatiful face and a gorgeous body. That body... oh my god. Her tits were nice, firm and a decent size. But her ass was really something else. If you saw her from behind, you would think she was somewhat around 10 or 15 pounds above her ideal weight, as her behind was so damn big, round and fat. An enormous ball of white meat, that drove everyone that saw it absolutely crazy. But the best part it was that the weight thing was only an impression you got from seeing her ass. All the fat of her body seemed to be accumulated on that part, because otherwise she was athletic and fit.
How I got her to date me, is a very long story. But to make it short, the key was that we got to work together on a chemistry project, and to my delight, we got along quite well from the start. I was shy and almost never talked to her on class before, as she seemed totally out of my league. Well, I didn´t have a league, to be honest. I didn´t talk to girls, period. Far less to one like Jenny. But she was so nice and friendly, that after a while, I really opened up to her, my walls felt down and I putted all my energy on making myself more likeable. After three weeks of that hard work, I was here, on the arcade with that powerful beauty next to me.
What I really loved about Jenny (other than her entirely body) was how down to earth and nice she was. One would expect the most popular girl on school to be somewhat of a bitch, very shallow or egocentric. But that was not her. She was very intelligent and not only liked to talk about herself, but also listen to me. Always with that beatiful smile and those slightly coloured cheeks. If a 16 year old virgin could create the perfect girl out of his imagination, probably the outcome would look similar to Jenny... only that Jenny´s ass would still be better, because noone could really picture something so perfect.
For the date, Jenny had choose an outfit that made me literally drop my jaw. She was wearing an extra tight jean with a black shirt that not only showed a lot of her lovely cleavage, but also finished right above her navel, so the full size of her booty was exposed with nothing to block the view. And that view, believe me, was majestic.
For the first two hours, the night was going as good as I could expect and everything still felt like a dream. We laughed for 90% of the time, played some pool (she beated me easily) and some bowling (again, she beat me). I was having such a good time (and she too, appareantly) that the idea of trying to kiss her crossed my mind for the first time. Why not? All the signals were there, or at least I thought so, giving my null experience on the theme. What looked like an impossible two hours before, seemed so much possible now. She made me feel like a king, really. For the first time on my life, I had confidence. I was flying above the roof, wishing that night never ended. At that moment in time, I could never thought that the same night would become the worst of my young life.
The downfall started with a stupid and simple game. It was called "Knockout Punch" and it consisted of punching as hard as you could a platform, while using a boxing glove. The idea of playing came from Jenny and of course, I didn´t refuse, even when I was a little worried about having to use force around her. But again, I had all the confidence in the world at that moment, so It never crossed my mind that I was about to be humilliated on the most awful way.
Jenny tried the machine first, giving it a lady´s punch that reached an score of 82. Of course my eyes weren´t paying any attention to the game, but just staring at her behind, with LUST and the ultimately desire. What brought me back to reality was a deep voice coming from my left: "Daaamn boy, look at that fine piece of ass. That white bitch packing". As I look to the voice, I saw a black guy standing just next to me, looking at Jenny the same way I did. "Is she yours?", he asked towards me, talking like he was spitting his words. "She´s just a friend", I replied, feeling a little bit intimidated. The black guy looked about my age or maybe a year younger. He was very skinny and his arms were starting to get full of tatoos. I thought I even saw one on his neck, but again, I didn´t want to look him that much. As a matter of fact, all black guys intimidated me. If I could avoid them, much better. Why? At the time I didn´t know. Or at least, I acted like I didn´t know. The truth was that they intimidated me because they reminded me of everything I was not.
"A friend?", he started laughing and was about to add something else when Jenny turned around and returned to where I was standing. Now It was supposed to be my turn, but the thought of leaving her with that black guy scared me. What if he says something inappropiate to her? Would I have to defend her? I would be too scared to do anything like that... "Your turn", she said, ending my doubts: her voice was a command. I took five steps and when I looked back, I saw the black guy standing direcly behind her, looking down to her ass in the most obvious way. Shit... I rushed myself to the machine, put the glove on and tried to hit the platform as quick and hard as I could. The result? 98 points. 16 better than Jenny. I was pleased with the number, as the most negative pary of my brain kept telling me I would reach a lower number than her.
Well, that was it. Game finished, let´s keep moving and forget about that undesirable companion that just arrived. But sadly, something different happened. "98? That´s nice... Oh look, that guy is about to hit it, let´s see what he does", she said, as the black guy had already the glove on and was preparing to give it a try. Before I could object, something completely shocking happened. That skinny black 15 year old, punched the platform with a force of a truck. BOOM! The POWER and QUICKNESS he showed left both Jenny and me totally surprised. "Oh..." she said after a couple of seconds. We were still trying to came out of the shock, when the screen showed two giant numbers: 197. That had to be a mistake, right? 197 points? Almost a hundred better than me? "197, dear god", Jenny whispered.
After the numbers dissapeared, the screen showed some sort of ranking. A Top 10, asking for the user to add his name. As the black guy wrote "Deshawn", I saw that his 197 points were good to be the fourth best mark. But I saw something else, and I´m sure Jenny saw it too. All the names of the ranking were likely from black guys: there were three entries for Deshawn, four from a guy called Damarius, two from a Marcus (maybe he was white?) and one from a Jaquan.
After that humbling view, I saw Deshawn coming our way with an arrogant look on his face. He looked at me first, and then to Jenny with a smile. And to make things worse, she smiled back at him. Just a courtesy I tried to convince myself. Just a courtesy. As Deshawn passed by, I couldn´t avoid noticing something else: a massive bulge on his basketball shorts. Was he erected or just naturally THAT big? The bulge almost reached his side pocket, and was not only long (really, really long) but also very thick. As he walked, his "thing" balanced from one side to the other, on a dance that made me feel extremely jealous. I was too afraid to look at Jenny and see if she had saw that too.
After that episode, the groove of the night changed. She was much more quiet and inside her head, and my confidence was all gone, so I wasn´t talking that much either. After some small talk, she finally speaked her mind. "That guy was strong, huh? 197, that´s like two times better than we did. And he looked so skinny!". I didn´t know what to answer that. What could I say: Yes, two times stronger and at least three times bigger than me under his pants. I simple replied: "Did he get 197? I wasn´t paying that much attention". She gave me a confused look... it was obvious that both of us had seen his display of power. And she know it.
To be continued
I know I shouldn´t be looking, but I just couldn´t avoid it. This gorgeous young girl was sitting just a couple of inches away from me and while standing, I had a great view of her well developed rack. She was probably 40 or 45 years younger than me, but my eyes and my dick didn´t care about that. I just wanted to look down and feast with those sweet, firm melons.
As I was still trying to look without getting notice, I was pushed from the side and almost ended up on the floor. Just to my left, a black boy was now standing exactly where I was a couple of seconds before. I thought that his push was just an accident, so I stared at him, waiting for an apalogy. It never came. I kept watching him, until he noticed me and give me an intense look that to be honest, scared me to death.
He was young and skinny, but as a white man on my late fifties, I knew better than to start a fight with a nigger. They are very dangerous people, and there is always a chance they have a gun or a knife with them. So instead, I looked down and repositioned myself one seat to the right. From there, I could still see a glimpse of the young girl, but the view was far, far worse. Now the nigger had the previleged spot.
A couple of minutes after the incident, I started noticing something: the boy was moving slowly towards the girl, and was now just a couple of inches away from her. Well, to be more precise, his crotch was just a couple of inches away from her head. She was looking the other way, but I was sure that if she quickly turned around, she would hit her beatiful face against that monster genitals.
The worst part was that I was sure he was doing on purpose. One simply does not stand so close to the seat on a bus that´s almost empty. Well, normal people doesn´t. I really don´t know what if that´s the case with the blacks. They are
