Abby Ch. 01

Jake nodded knowingly. "Oh, I do, and don't be too worried about it. You probably grew up around folks who used it. Can't help but pick up some of the attitude. No wonder you never kissed a pair of black lips before. But it also helps explain what happened."

Abby looked up, thankful that he hadn't taken offense. "It does? How?"

"Oh, we see that a lot, too. White women who've been kept away from us for their whole lives. Y'all see us as exotic, foreign, forbidden. The idea of being with a black man, of 'fucking a dirty nigger' touches some deep place in y'all. Not your fault, mind you," he continued when she reacted in shock at the bit about "dirty niggers," you was just brought up to it, to think like that. The disgust you feel only makes us seem, I don't know, sexier."

Abby stood motionless in utter confusion. She'd never had a thought like that before, never thought about black men at all, in any way that she could remember. And yet, what he said felt like it was right, and it did arouse something inside her when he said it, especially that coarse way he'd done it. "fucking a dirty nigger" had elicited simultaneous feelings of revulsion and arousal that made no sense together. But there they were. He was right. She looked up.

"And," she started, her voice low and thick with desire. "And do most white women follow through on that um, attraction?"

Jake gave a half-smile, looked her right in the eyes. "All the time. Some say it helps 'em get past their racist attitudes, others don't care. They just gotta get 'em some black dick every once in a while to satisfy that urge to be bad. You? I think you'd be the first kind, wanting to get over it, though I'm not sure you ever would, not totally. He stepped one step closer.

Abby stepped one step back. "Oh.. I don't know, I don't think I'm really that racist, I mean, I never thought about race stuff much growing up, let alone hear anything about a black man's reputation. What's that about anyways?"

Jake chuckled. "Oh. My. God. You really were a sheltered little white girl, weren't you? You never heard any of your girlfriends talking about how big a black man's dick is supposed to be? How we're all hung like horses?" Abby shook her head in shock, her hand over her mouth. "Yeah, lotta white women come to a black man 'cause she thinks she's gonna get a foot long dick for her pussy as well. That's just stupid. Very few guys that big, or even close. Bigger'n the white guys you've been with? Probably. I mean, I never had any of 'em complain, but not all that horse hung stuff.

At all this plain talk about the size of black men's penises, Abby had turned beet red. She could feel her skin burn, from her chest right to her hairline. "Well, no, I never heard any of that. But.. but I think you were right, about some of that other stuff. I hate to admit it, but when you talked about how some of us just want to do something bad, dirty, and that we're attracted to black men because of it, it, it felt, right."

Jake nodded once, but other than that, he didn't move. Didn't speak. Just looked deep into Abby's eyes, motionless. A black obelisk that could see into her soul. He seemed quite content to let her decide for herself, to come to him on her own. Or not. He wanted her. She could see that, but his patience and confidence were so apparent that in that moment she knew she'd do it. She's sleep with him. Sooner or later, she'd fuck him.

She took one step closer. The corner of his mouth twitched upward, perhaps in appreciation, perhaps in victory. She didn't know, but it hastened the next step, and the next. Then she was back in his arms, looking up at him. At 5'6", Abby wasn't exactly short, but she wasn't tall either. Jake wasn't immense, but he was an inch or two over six feet tall, so her neck bent well back when she reached up to kiss him again.

This time there was no hesitation. When their lips met Abby's mouth opened to his tongue and she tangled hers with it in a desperate dance of want and need. Something low and guttural emerged from her throat, a feral desire she'd never felt before. She had thought she loved her ex. And sex with him, at least at first, had been sweet and caring, but she had never WANTED a man like she wanted Jake in this moment.

Jake, for his part, seemed quite comfortable with what was going on. His hands took a leisurely journey down Abby's back until the cupped her firm bottom and then he pulled her close, pressing her into himself while the kiss went on and on.

When at last they came up for air, Abby was breathless, her face flushed and with a slight sheen of sweat. "Oh, wow, Jake, I don't do this, really, I don't."

He nodded that same self-assured nod. "It's okay. You'll get used to it, now that you know what you want."

"And what do I want?" she asked coquettishly.

"You want a strong black man to fuck you senseless. I know that look." He chuckled.

"It's that common, is it?"

"I don't know about common, but it's not unusual, not in my experience. So now you know. Whatcha gonna do about it?"

Abby stood there in confusion and indecision for several silent moments. The air conditioning came back on and the rush of cool air on her cheek seemed to wake her up. "Should I.. undress?"

"Seems like a good start," he replied, smiling. He leaned his large frame back against a post of her bed and crossed his arms. This was the first time Abby'd gotten a good look at the elongated tent in his jeans. She gasped. "I know, it's bigger, but not some monster cock. It'll fit. 'Specially since you've had a baby."

Abby chuckled nervously and started pulling off clothes. Tee shirt, bra.. her 32c breasts fell free and drew an admiring "mm hmm" from Jake.. then she had to wiggle out of her tight jeans and finally push her panties to the floor.. she stood up and stepped out of them, stark naked. Jake just looked at her.

"Do you... approve?" she asked quietly.

"Oh, yes, very much, I just wanted a moment to soak you in before we get busy. Would you like me to undress myself? Or would you like to do it?"

Abby giggled girlishly "Oh, that sounds like fun, let me do it!" She stepped closer to this man she barely knew, this man whose skin color she knew she should stay away from, and started to push his tee shirt over his broad chest. There was a smattering of tightly curled chest here here and there, but not a lot. His chest was strong, muscular. His abdomen firm, but not chiseled. She kissed his chest while she pushed the shirt over his head.

Then she stood close and looked up at him while she fumbled with his belt, the heavy button on his jeans. Then the zipper. It was so quiet that the sound of it unzipping sounded like it echoed in the room. Abby knelt slowly and hooked her fingers into his jeans and his boxers and tugged them down, down, down until his cock sprang free and bounced off her forehead. She gasped and laughed. "Oh, shit!"

Abby looked up and his eyes were locked onto hers. She wrapped both hands around his thick, long shaft and began to stroke it, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Then she licked it.. Right at the end, the sensitive underside of the head and she felt a thrill when he gasped and tensed, and his cock jumped in her hands. She was enormously pleased to see that she could give him such pleasure.

Though she had to open a good bit wider for Jake than she ever had with her ex, Abby still put this glorious member as far into her mouth as it would comfortably go, and started to suck and bob on it with vigor. Jake was leaning back against the bed again, hands to either side on the bed, watching her enjoy his cock. He noted with approval that she'd taken one hand off his cock and was now furiously frigging her pussy with two fingers.

"Yep, that's good.. get it good and ready for me, Abby. I'm gonna plow that pussy deep in a minute." Abby groaned audibly on his cock when he said it, letting him know how badly she wanted to feel just that. "Of course, I don't carry condoms. Don't believe in "em." "Doesn't matter. On the pill" she blurted out before going back to work on his cock.

This went on for a few more minutes. Abby alternately bobbed and slurped on his cock or just stroked and kissed it while her fingers flew between her legs. When Jake noted that she had started trying to wedge a third finger into her pussy he stopped her.

"Lookin' good, white girl. Get up on the bed, let me make sure you're ready."

Abby scrambled up onto the bed and lay back with her hips near the edge of the bed.. She spread herself wide, displaying to Jake her glistening vulva and the labia between. They shone in the afternoon light, layered with her juices. "Lookin' good and wet," commented Jake.. "Let's see how tight this is going to be." He slipped one finger into her easily.. Moving it in and out a bit to thoroughly moisten it. Then he put two fingers into her while she looked on. His were considerably thicker than Abby's fingers, so where she had gotten three into her sopping cunt, his two fit quite snugly. "Hmm.. yeah.. tight. Don't worry, I'll take my time." and with that, he lifted Abby's ankles to his shoulders and guided the head of his cock to her juicy pussy.

Abby couldn't speak. She just propped herself on her elbows and stared while he began to wedge that fat cockhead into her cunt. She gasped and squirmed and wondered what it must be like to have a cock like this if you'd never had a child. She bit her lip and looked up at Jake sheepisly. "I guess I'm not as um, as opened up as I thought I was."

Jake chuckled. "No surprise. Unless you had that baby real recent, ain't no white dick gets you ready for a black one." He pushed another inch of his swollen member into her. She grunted, grimaced, nodded to let him know she wanted more.

Abby looked down as he worked himself deeper and deeper with each firm stroke. What the hell was she doing. This was a man she'd only known for a day, and a black man at that. Between her legs. Apparently her confusion was visible on her face because Jake noticed it. "Oh, I know, this is where the nice white lady asks herself how she wound up spreading her pretty legs for a black man, a black cock. Well, I fucked enough o' ya over the years, I think I got it figured out pretty good." Stroke, stroke, stroke. He didn't stop, just steadily introduced more and more of her distended vagina. She listened and watched as it clung to his shaft with each out-stroke like it didn't want him to leave.

"Yep, ya'll see us black guys, us "niggers" as like something forbidden, someone your momma would be ashamed of you for fucking. And that makes the fucking a lot better. It's not just fucking any more, it's fucking a black man, a nigger. And that gets you all wet and horny. And ya know, it's about the only time that racist shit works for a black man, but it does."

"It works." As he said that, he buried that last of his large cock into her pussy, pressed himself against her, his balls resting between the cheeks of her ass, his groin pressed against her engorged clitoris. "And now it's gonna work for the both of us." He withdrew himself several inches and with a long even thrust pushed himself balls deep again. "Oh, yes, this is gonna work real good!" he grunted. "This is some real nice white pussy." He chuckled bent over her and started to fuck her, seriously fuck her.

Abby's eyes grew wide, fastened on his as he stared down into her dilated pupils with satisfaction. "Huh, huh, huh," he grunted. Abby chirped in chorus with him, her shrill squeals forced from her with the impact of every stroke. He would long stroke her for a while, rocking the bed as their bodies collided. Then he'd straighten up a little and fuck her harder, faster, only moving two or three of his fat, rigid inches in and out of her, keeping himself mostly inside her, keeping her feeling full.

Her feet waggled in the air, suspended on either side of his head. Her tits bounced up and down over her chest with the violent shaking of her body. It wasn't long before her squeals got louder, higher, longer. When her first orgasm hit her she was barely conscious of thinking.. "I can't do this.. can't cum like this for some black man.." But she did. She came with a spine cracking intensity she'd never felt before. She vaginal walls clenched him ferociously, but still her went on, pounding her cunt with pile-driver blows. When her vision cleared she looked up at him again and saw the wild pleasure etched into his old black face. Then she knew that he too got a special pleasure out of fucking a white woman, maybe like she did fucking him.

He let her legs down off his shoulders. Pulled out completely. Abby groaned in disappointment. "It's okay, I'm on the pill, you don't have to pull out." "No, that's not it. Scoot up on the bed, I wanna be on top of you, wanna cover you up when I cum in ya." He motioned with both hands. Abby moved back, lay back, opened her legs again. When she did, she noticed how puffy and red her labia were, so engorged they looked almost angry. With two fingers she parted them, inviting him in.

"Ohhhh.. god, yesssss." she hissed when he climbed up and pushed his stiff cock inside her again, slowly, evenly until they were belly to belly and she could feel his heat and hardness in her deepest recesses. "I don't know about all that crap you said before, but I sure do know I love the way you feel inside me, the way we look joined together.

Jake nodded. "Me too." Then he propped himself on his fists and lifted his hips. When he resumed fucking her this time it was somehow different. He wasn't just having fun. She could feel it. He was driving toward a goal, a purpose. His expression was edged with a tinge of anger. She felt him mining a lifetime of racial slights and injustices in preparation for their release when he filled her with his black semen. The reality of it shook her. She grabbed him with both hands, pulled him down on top of her. His huge torso pressed her into the mattress, buried her under his bulk while his hips continued to thrust mercilessly into her pussy, driving her into one orgasm, then another. She clung to him desperately, hooking her feet around his legs, her arms around his chest. She buried her face in his shoulder and whimpered incessantly.

As her next orgasm began to blossom she felt his rhythm change, his cock swell even bigger inside her. ""Oh, yes, Jake, yes.. do it.. cum for me, Jake! Do it! Put your seed in me!" she heard herself yelling.

"You want that? You want my nigger seed in your belly?" he grunted.

"Yes! Yes, I want it. DO it!" she cried and came again, bucking uncontrollably beneath him while his magnificent cock gushed hot thick cum into her cunt.

He yelled. She yelled, they thrashed against one another until he'd emptied himself and collapsed heavily on top of her, both of them gasping for breath. Abby felt his cock begin to shrink, to soften while he was still deep inside. As long as his cock was, she enjoyed the sensation for a long time before his limp member slipped from her pussy and his cum dribbled out of her. She shivered with pleasure.

Neither of them talked for a while, but Abby broke the silence. "That was, amazing."

Jake chuckled. "Not bad for an old guy, huh?"

She patted his butt. "Not bad at all." A pause, then, "Uh, Jake, I loved it and all, but I uh. I can't be doing this again. You understand, right?"

Jake's chuckle came from deep in his abdomen. It shook them both. "Oh, I ain't worried. You may be thinking that now, but in a day or two you gonna come runnin' for more. Once a white woman cums like that on a black dick, ain't nothin' keeps her away."

Abby laughed politely. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see about that."

Jake rolled off her. "I guess we just will." He wiped himself clean with the corner of the top sheet. ""I'd best be going. My Beverly's gonna wonder where I've gone to." Abby just realized that, on top of fucking a black man, she'd also just fucked a married one.

"Oh. god.. I. didn't think. I.. I'm sorry."

"You apologize too much. Beverly wouldn't care, even if she knew. I think she's just as glad I don't want to fuck her so much. She don't get off on black dick like you do." He was dressing again, pulling on his clothes as though this were the most normal thing in the world. Maybe it was, for him. "Nah, I just don't want her to worry."

Abby lay on her side, naked and leaking as she watched him leave with a mock salute. "I'll be seein' ya." She didn't say anything, just let him go, then she collapsed into the deepest sleep she'd had in months. And she dreamed of him. And of his cock.