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    Xavier Gave Me His Blackness and Took My Whiteness On Mama's Couch

     

     

     It was rumored, heavily speculated, almost the Gospel, but not for sure, that I dated black guys, since Junior High School. I dated the same white boy, a football player, and class officer off and on, but some would speculate "I say her on Market Street; She was with Darius out at the point; Jamal says he takes her out." Those kind of things ran through school and also around town. The thing was that no one dared ask, even my parents suspected. My white boyfriend, Kent, ran second team on the football team to Darius Watkins, black, alpha, King of the hallways at school, He was going to TSU on a full ride, no way Kent was ever playing, so he managed by staying cool, getting water, and just hanging around.

    The facts were these; I lost my virginity in Junior High to Darius Weir, a black superstar quarterback, that had graduated high school and was in his Junior year of college at Binson State. I lived just outside of town on the East side, and we our bus had to go by the projects on the way home. I knew that I loved black guys since earlier that year, Horse Palmer had me go down on him on the playground. Our kickball had gone into an old clump of trees and brush next to the school playground, and I went in to get it. There was Horse Palmer holding the kick ball and urinating in the bushes with five of his black friends. I froze, but then I didn't, I was stunned at the sheer size of their cocks, especially Horse's. He just stepped over to me, put his hand behind my head and pushed me to my knees. Without a word, he pushed the uncircumcised head of his huge black cock to my lips. His cock was so dark, and so full of veins, and his foreskin was tight, he smelled of testosterone as I opened my mouth. He didn't push his cock in, as one of his black buddies started fingering me, he back handed me across the eye. I winced, and tears came up, but it somehow felt right, and he backhanded me again, harder. I could taste blood trickling from my nose, and my eye was now starting to swell. Then he stuck his cock in my mouth, grabbed my hair, and began to pump his cock into my mouth. He told me to keep my hands behind me, as he stroked his knee length black manhood into my mouth. I felt him tense, and he squeezed my throat, then he unleashed rope after rope of thick cum. I swallowed three times, it tasted so manly, so viral, so black, I loved it immediately. As we came out of the bushes, recess almost over, the black guys told me that they would say it was my idea if I told, so I kept quiet. I checked myself in the bathroom, and I has bruises around my neck, my left eye was black and swelled shut, and my lip was swollen. I put on some make up, and made light of things and went back to class. Horse and I were secretly, not secretly, kind of, did anybody know, for another six years. He always gave me the "love tap" to show ownership, and I had noticed plenty of other white women and girls in town with black eyes.

     

     

    Horse told me to get off the bus in Inman Court, off Market Street. I did. I was ready to have sex with him as I walked up Market Street, I wanted it so badly. Just as I rounded the corner there was Darius Weir sitting outside with a group of college age black guys, all ball players, and all big and bad. Darius took me by the arm, and told me that he knew what I was there for and that young Horse could wait as he led me into his project apartment. I could see the bulge running the length of his thigh as he squeezed my ass as we walked. He was built like a God, 6 foot 2 inches, 220 pounds, muscles rippling, as he had on only shorts and tennis shoes.

     

     

    We came into the living room where a group of black men and women were watching television, and Darius told me to get naked. So I started for the bedroom but he stopped me. No, he meant to get naked there in the living room in front of 8 to 10 black people. I hesitated, and then came the "love tap" this one was hard, a back hand across the side of the head, causing my lip to bleed and swell, and my eye to shut almost immediately. As I stumbled to the floor, I began to pull my t-shirt and bra off and my Jr. High, A-cup breast lay bare. I slid my dress off, then my panties, as I knelt there on the floor. I was naked, all of the doors and windows open, and people inside and out looked on. Darius reached down and grabbed me by the throat, with one big hand, squeezed until I could not breath, and jerked me up from the floor, and we headed to the bed room. He shoved me onto the bed, I must admit that I was soaking wet, and guided himself on top of me. He never closed a window or a door. He was so big, strong, athletic, he was so huge, and his cock was hard now standing out away from his thighs. He was so gorgeous, as he entered me, I lay back and felt his enormous Black God Cock enter me as he pumped into me. I instinctively began to moan, and get with his natural God given rhythm. He pushed until he bottomed out against my cervix, with a good six inches still left to go. He was hard, fast, long, thick, and dominant. His command was not in question as he pulled out and pushed his cock into my mouth. He began to deliver his Manna from Heaven as came in my mouth. I eagerly ate his Black Load, until there was nothing left. After he finished, he told me to go and pour some ice tea, and as I started to get dressed, he stopped me; I was to get the tea naked, and I was to pour a glass for everyone in the living room. I did as I was told. While I was getting tea, Jenny Lynn walked in, she was just about to say something, and Darius backhanded her, and told her she was late, that he had already fucked, while looking at me. He told her to leave, take me home, and that I should be back on Thursday, cleanly shaved.

     

     

    Jenny Lynn was four years older than me, and the most popular girl in school, homecoming queen, head cheerleader, and she dated Bo Smozer. Bo was class valedictorian, headed to The University of The South, would play football there at the all white Division 3 school. What was she doing at Darius' crib. She explained the situation pretty clearly, yes she dated Bo, yes she fucked Darius and other black guys, and Bo knew about it. He accepted it like many other white boy friends and husbands. What choice did he have? Darius could beat the crap out of him at any time, as he did in football practice when he felt like it, so Bo went with the flow. She explained how that this had been going on in our town for decades, and that most likely about seventy five percent of white girls and women in town went to Market Street and worshipped Black Gods. She told me about the Friday and Saturday NIght crowds in Inman

     

     

    Court, where white pussy was taken and given out along with other recreational items, "smoke" and "blow".

     

     

    I got off the bus on Market Street on Thursday, and Horse met me there, not happy that Darius had intercepted me, but not daring to say anything to Darius. Horse and I settled into his parents apartment, in a bedroom that he shared with 4 other siblings. He had earned the nickname Horse honestly, as when he got fully erect he was much larger than Darius. He was big, 15 inches, and girth the size of my forearm. I began to settle under him, as he completely dominated me, and I just reached up and kissed him, he stuck out his tongue, and I began to suck it as he pumped me. He didn't pull out, and his God spunk sank deep into my womb. This would be the first of many date, encounters, secret rendezvous with Horse. As we moved into and through high school, I continued to fuck him while dating Kent. Kent thought that I was a virgin, and would not even approach the subject, being a Southern Mamma's Boy. I can remember watching all 6 feet 4 inches and 240 pound Horse on the football field and basketball court. I would get wet watching him play, and Kent seeing no action whatsoever rode the bench. I would sneak to outside the locker room after the game to a dark place and Horse and I would kiss and make out. Sometimes I would give him head, and be done just before anyone missed us. Kent was so pathetic, he had no clue, that was what made me lose total respect for him.

     

     

    During those years I also learned what Jenny Lynn was talking about dealing with Friday and Saturday nights. Market street was pumping, music blaring, Black Gods doing business, and everybody out in the street. The cops were on station, white guys, they liked the show, and as long as there was peace, they just monitored. White boys would come up to buy "smoke" or "blow", and drop off their white girls. My first time I just tried to do what every other white girl was doing, so I followed. We all got naked, and the cars were coming and going, and white girls would give black guys head from the car window, and the white boys would pay the black dude for it! Some of the time, the white girl would be giving head out of the passenger window, and the white boy would be giving head out of the drivers side. Black Gods were running the entire town from Market Street. White boys had to pay admission to watch us white girls fuck and suck random Black Gods. What was happening on Friday and Saturday nights on Market Street was what made the town run, but it was never discussed Sunday through Thursday. Jenny Lynn had been correct about the seventy five percent white girls gone black as she had explained to me. Every white girl from my cousin to my aunt were there. My white boy cousins, and uncles, and yes I think, no I know that I saw my parents there, and I spotted their car on numerous occasions. So what of the rumors of me dating black guys? It really didn't matter as I was learning.

     

     

    After a Friday night at Market Street, both eyes black and swelled shut, Xavier Duecain gave me a ride home. He was much older having played football at our high school, college ball in Nashville, and had been on the the Practice Squad of two NFL teams. There was no one home, as we made out in Mamma's living room, I knew I wanted him, he was so big, mature, confident, and very commanding. He was a big, handsome, Black God, and I was infatuated with him as he lay me on Mama's couch. He thrust his dominant Black God cock in me with dominance, prowess, passion, and primeval force. As he gifted me with with his Black God Semen, I was already over a month late and wondering how to tell Mama and Daddy that my baby was black and that Horse Palmer was my Baby-Daddy. As Xavier exploded I raised up just enough to see Mama as she slinked away. They had come in without us hearing them, and she had been watching. That would surely make it easier to tell her, and as I watcher her walk down the hallway with Daddy and two Black Gods, it became much easier.

     

     
      Posted on : Mar 12, 2023
     

     
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