Intro to Interracial Relations Pt. 01

"Now it's my turn," said Cecily, her own hands diving beneath the blanket as well. "You know how father has told us our whole lives what our duties are, right?" said his sister and the blanket above her crotch started shifting gently.

Arthur was confused. "Ummm, yeah?" he didn't see what this had to do with the matter at hand (so to speak).

"You are supposed to pass on the ancient family name, and carry on our proud traditions," said Cecily, with a strange sneer on her face. "While I am supposed to be perfect marriage material to make a connection with another family. Real medieval shit."

Arthur had stopped jerking his cock. It was all true. It was the sort of thing their stuffy, old-fashioned father was obsessed with.

"My whole life I've been like this perfect little apple tree daddy has been watering and pruning, walled away from the outside world so that someday our father can sell off my perfect forbidden fruit to whoever he wants," said Cecily, a strange, angry light shining in her eyes.

Arthur grimaced. Surely it wasn't that bad. True, Father had once or twice cut off one of Cecily's relationships when he thought it was getting too serious and he disapproved of the match. But that was just the way things were. He would say yes one day when Cecily started dating in the correct social circle. He wasn't 'selling her off' or some nonsense like that.

"So that's my kink brother," said Cecily with a vicious smile. "I want someone that would terrify Father to pluck my forbidden fruit and take a big sloppy bite. I want a strong, handsome black man to hold me down and fuck away all of the supposed value Father sees in my perfect, untouched pussy." Arthur's hand had begun moving again as he came to understand what Cecily was saying. It was twisted and wrong, but he had to admit it was hot.

"And that's not all, Artie," said Cecily wickedly, a certain breathiness creeping into her voice as the blanket draped over her legs shifted more and more rapidly. "You know that "ancient, pure bloodline" Father is always going on about?" Arthur's breathing and the speed of his hand increased in time with his sister's.

"I want to add a little... color to that gene pool," she said, and paused a moment to give a little moan. "I want father's first grandchild to be a black bastard. I want to be thoroughly blacked and knocked up." Cecily grinned in triumph as she saw that Arthur was getting close.

"Now cum, loser! Cum as you imagine him conquering my snobby, upper-class cunt! Cum as you imagine me moaning beneath him, begging for his jizz until he paints my fertile womb with his potent black seed. Fucking cum, white boy!"

And Arthur did, filling his sister's panties and making a whining unmanly sound that harmonized perfectly with his twin's slutty moans.

When they had finally come down from their high, Cecily stretched luxuriously.

"That was fun! We'll have to do it again sometime. Keep the panties. I'm not sure I want them back at this point, and I'm sure you'll find some use for them," she gave him a dirty wink and stood up, crossing the room unselfconciously to retrieve their shorts, giving her shocked brother a view of her naked lower body.

As she bent down slowly to grab the garments, exposing her still dripping pussy to her brother's fascinated gaze, she looked over her shoulder with a glimmer of triumph in her eye. "Oh, and Artie. I want you to make me dinner tonight. Food's in the fridge."

Arthur did as he was told.

...

Miles Huntly had a bit of a complex about his penis. It started when he and the other boys went through puberty. In the changing room there were certain things Miles couldn't help but notice. Like how other boys get bigger and bigger every year.

While he stayed the same.

Of course, size wasn't everything. Lots of people said so online, even lots of women. But still, it was hard not to worry that his inadequate cock would be a deal breaker with potential lovers. It had caused him enough anxiety that talking to women made him nervous, and at the age of eighteen, Miles was still a virgin.

His cock was one of the many reasons why he had struggled to ask Rosemary Yates out. Miles knew that Rosemary was far, far more experienced than him. At their old school it was even whispered that she was a bit of a slut. Miles didn't see her that way. She was perfect in her eyes. If he attracted girls the way Rosemary attracted boys, he was sure he would be just as experienced as her. Miles didn't hold it against her in the slightest. But it did mean that Rosemary would compare him to the guys she had been with in the past, and Miles wasn't sure he could measure up.

When Miles had laid out his deep insecurities to Dr. Cherry, her only response was a sad shake of her head, sending an icy spike of terror through Miles's heart. His only prayer, the therapist explained, was to completely devote himself to Rosemary. To become a "truly pathetic simp" in her words. Some women liked that. If he tried hard enough to submit to her every whim, Rosemary might be able to overlook his pathetic excuse for a penis. It was the only chance he had.

So he had begun offering to carry Rosemary's bookbag for her. Paying for her lunch every day. Buying her flowers and chocolates. Sending her fawning good morning and good night texts every day.

It seemed like it was working! Rosemary was happily smiling at him all the time nowadays. True, they still didn't hang out very often one-on-one, but Miles felt like he had made very good progress. And the most recent homework assignment gave them the perfect excuse for some alone time. Maybe this was finally when Miles could ask Rosemary about taking their relationship to the next level.

Rosemary Yates yawned and stretched. Her feet were in Miles's lap, so the movement put uncomfortable pressure on his crotch for a moment, making him squirm uncomfortably. Rosemary was wearing tight grey leggings and a white camisole today, showing off her wide, shapely hips and magnificent breasts. There were many qualities that Miles loved about Rose, but at the risk of being shallow, he had to admit that her incredible curvy body was high on the list.

"This is a little boring, Miles," said Rose sleepily. "Can we just talk for a bit? It's been too long since we talked."

Miles eagerly bumped the volume down on movie and turned to Rosemary, face lighting up. This was exactly what he'd been hoping for. "Yeah! I love talking with you Rose! How have you been?"

"Awwww!" said Rosemary with a sunny smile, "That's so sweet! I love talking with you too, Miles. Things have been really stressful with the beginning of school, but I have to say, you have been a real bright spot. I just want to let you know that I appreciate you!"

Miles felt a warm glow through his whole body. It sounded like Dr. Cherry had been too pessimistic. "It's my pleasure!" he said sincerely. "There's no one who deserves it more than you, Rose!"

Rosemary's eyes were shining warmly, and she was coiling a lock of her luscious auburn hair around a finger. "Which brings me to something I've been meaning to ask for a while. You have been so great to me that I feel like maybe we could be even more than friends, don't you think?"

Miles could almost have cried with joy. He couldn't believe that this day had finally come. "I.. I feel the same way, Rose!" he choked out in an emotion-filled voice.

Rosemary clapped her hands and drummed her feet in joy, making Miles shift gingerly to prevent her heels from injuring him. "That's great Miles! I'm so glad that I finally have a best friend!"

Miles's joyful expression froze and soured. Oh. So that's what she meant. Miles tried to control his disappointment. The phrasing had been a bit cruel, but it was clearly inadvertent. Being a best friend was a victory, he tried to tell himself. Maybe he could parley it into something more down the line.

"Seriously!" said Rosemary, raising her eyebrows at him, "Sometimes I feel so left out! Juno and Cecily include me, but they're each other's besties." Her expression sparkled with barely held-in excitement. "Now that we are best friends, I have something I can't wait to tell you about!"

She leaned forward with a big grin and whispered conspiratorially, "I met a guy! His name is Desmond!"

Miles's internal world crumbled as he struggled mightily to keep a smile on his face. This was the worst-case scenario.

"And we just started having sex this week!" squeaked Rosemary, her fists balled up with excitement.

Miles corrected himself. Now it was the worst-case scenario. He recalled how Rosemary had stopped responding to his good night texts about a week ago. And how she hadn't responded to any of them since... Miles knew what he should do. Rosemary would be upset that he couldn't do the "best friend" thing she was expecting, but trying to talk with Rosemary about the sex she had been having with someone else might scar him for life.

Dr. Cherry's voice came to him, as clear as if she were right next to him on the couch: "You have to do everything to please her, Miles. No matter what. It's your only chance." Miles's brain and stomach churned. If he hurt Rosemary now by turning his back on her offer of friendship, that was it. There would be no chance in the future. He had to play the long game.

"Oh. That's really great, Rose," said Miles with a pathetic attempt at enthusiasm. "Was, uh... Was it... good?" he added with a cringe.

"Oh my God Miles!" said Rosemary dramatically, putting a hand on her chest and rolling her eyes back. "Better than good. Fucking amazing. It makes me wet just to think about it! I'm going back over to his place right after this. I just can't get enough!"

Every word felt like a shard of glass grinding into Miles's heart. If Rosemary noticed his discomfort, she didn't give any indication. "That's great, Rose," said Miles painfully. "I'm really happy for you!"

Rosemary suddenly snapped her fingers. "Oh I know, I was going to give you the play-by-play, just like I did for Juno and Cecily, but you know what? Fuck them! They aren't my besties, you are! So I'm going to show you something even they didn't get to see!"

She eagerly pulled out her phone and swiped something onto the screen, thrusting it into Miles's shaking, sweating hands. Behind the play button, he could clearly see the blurred outline of a pale figure with reddish hair kneeling in front of a large brown figure. Miles's heart beat so fast he thought it would explode.

"Desmond's friend Jules always records us when we fuck and sends me a copy. I thought it was a little weird at first, but I am starting to think that those boys have the right idea. Sometimes I stay up all night masturbating to the videos. See for yourself!" She gestured eagerly to the paused video on her phone. For a second, Miles thought he saw a glimpse of a cold cruel light in the eyes of his new best friend, but the moment passed in an instant and then there was just eager excitement there again.

Just one press of his thumb. He would see what he had dreamed about for so long. Rosemary Yates's fully exposed naked body. And, as if a cruel genie had granted the wish, she would be getting fucked by a big black cock.

He tried to resist for a moment, to tell himself that by watching it he would be debasing Rosemary and himself, but he knew he was doomed from the moment Rosemary had put the phone in his hands. If you put a poisoned glass of water in front of a man dying of thirst, he'll eventually break down and drink it. Miles took a deep breath and pressed his thumb down, starting the video.

Rosemary Yates's deliciously curvy pale body knelt humbly in front of a massive black cock. Although the angle wasn't incredible to see them clearly, her massive tits looked just as hot as Miles had imagined them, tipped with big beautiful pink nipples that stood at slutty attention from their owner's submissive arousal.

Her face looked almost innocent as she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the tip of the drooling ebony dick, all wide-eyed eagerness.

"Suck it slut," came a deep, hard voice from near the camera. Rose obediently did as she was told, sinking the huge dick deep into her mouth, letting it stretch out her glossy lips. Soon she was making gentle wet sounds as she worked her little mouth up and down the huge pole, fiercely determined to pleasure the black cock. Miles felt the pain and humiliation and arousal soak deep into his soul as he watched his secret crush of many years sucking a cock with a look of intense pleasure on her face. His cock stirred in his pants, directly beneath Rosemary's feet.

"It's soooo incredible Miles," said Rose dreamily, smiling at his absorbed face as he watched the filthy home video. "The feeling of weakness... of humble submission when you get dominated by a cock that big. There's nothing else like it in the world." Like never before in his life, the tiny excuse for a cock in his pants felt like a crushing source of shame. He was a quarter of the size of Desmond's dick. Maybe even less. The deep humiliation of the moment should have turned him off, but horrifyingly, it didn't. He was harder than he had ever felt in his life.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," said the arrogant voice from the video. A large black hand descended and gripped a handful of Rosemary's lovely auburn hair, pulling her and forcing her to crawl, naked and dripping with arousal, alongside what must be Desmond, whose massive muscular frame was finally shown in the video.

Rosemary giggled, wiggling her feet in his lap. "Ooooh, I feel something happening down there, you naughty boy!" she said with a wicked grin. "Does someone have a little half-chub from seeing their bestie get face fucked?" What she described was indeed happening on the screen. Rosemary was laying back on the bed, her head hanging off the side, her big tits wobbling as Desmond thrust deeply into her throat.

"Well, I can't blame you I guess," said Rose gleefully. "I get wet every time I see the video! You know what, I have a special surprise for you! Why don't you get your cock out?" she pulled back her legs to let him obey. Miles turned white. Letting Rose see his penis, moments after saying that big cocks were her favorite was the last thing in the world he wanted to do.

But would she get mad if he refused her "gift"? With shaking hands, he pulled his pants down, making his humiliatingly small penis bob and bounce and it was freed.

Rosemary sat in silence, simply staring. Miles swore he could feel the burning weight of her gaze on his dick.

*Snort*

Rosemary involuntarily spasmed, throwing her hands up over her mouth as her body doubled over. Finally, she gasped, letting a burst of incredulous laughter bubble out, tears forming in her eyes as they stayed fixed firmly between Miles's pale legs. "I can't breathe! " she wheezed, wiping her eyes.

"I... I'm sorry Miles, dear! I know I know, I'm being really mean! It's just..." She leaned over and held the well-manicured pinky finger on her right hand up to Miles's cock. The comparison was apt. The humiliation was so massive that at first Miles couldn't even feel it. Like when you touch something so hot that your brain can't register the pain right away. He just stared stupidly at the girl he admired most in the world as she struggled and failed to stop laughing at his dick.

"I mean, look at the video, bestie!" said Rose, still choked with laughter. On the phone, Desmond thrust deeply into Rose's throat, drawing deep guttural sounds from the exploited woman. "I... Jesus Christ... I don't even think it would be physically possible... ha... hahaha... for you to deepthroat a woman."

Miles felt like he would pass out. For some insane reason, his erection wouldn't go down at all, even in the face of this crushing blow to his ego.

Finally, Rosemary got a hold of herself, breathing deeply and dispelling the last few chuckles. "I'm soooo sorry, Miles!" she said, redfaced. "It really wasn't my intent to laugh at your cock, I swear! I just wanted to do something nice for you, since you've been so sweet!"

She reached down and peeled the socks slowly from her feet, first one and then the other. "I mean, obviously I can't suck your dick or even touch it with my hands. That's not what friends do!"

Miles stared without comprehension as Rosemary's feet were slowly revealed. He couldn't even respond at this point, he wasn't sure he would ever be able to feel like an equal person in front of Rosemary ever again.

"Buuuuttt," said Rosemary with a cheerful grin, "I think there is a way I can give you a little love." she stretched her feet back out into Miles's lap. Miles felt a jolt of red-hot adrenaline as one of Rosemary's sweaty feet made contact with his cock, her sole rubbing up and down its short length.

"See?" said Rosemary excitedly. "This way, you get a little motivational friction, but it is so far beneath actual sex that it doesn't even count, right?"

"Y-yes, Rosemary," responded Miles meekly as his crush sandwiched his throbbing cock between her two soles, moving them up and down slowly, allowing them to get lubed up with Miles' dripping precum.

Miles had never been aroused by feet before, but the deep inferiority he felt towards Rosemary right now, his absolute worship of her, and his desperation for even the most humiliatingly small scrap of affection from her made the pity footjob unbearably erotic.

In the video, Desmond was now looming above Rosemary's prone figure, his massive cock positioned perfectly to deeply penetrate her. He held Rosemary by the throat and called down to her. "Tell me what you want, white girl."

"F-fuck me, master! Fill me up with your big black cock!" came Rose's slutty moaned reply. Miles couldn't help but watch as the cameraman changed angles, capturing a perfect view of the massive black cock sinking slowly into Rosemary's tight pink pussy. Rose's slippery feet rubbed all over his tiny cock, providing incredible sensation, but drawing a horribly sharp contrast with what she was willing to give to other men. The Black cock went deeper and deeper, stretching Rosemary's wet pussy as it went, drawing a deep animal moan from her submissive mouth.

"Ooh, pay close attention to this part, Bestie!" said Rosemary, recognizing the section of the video by sound alone, her eyes growing misty with remembrance. "When he held me down and fucked me like that... I swear sometimes I feel like his cock and my cunt were made for each other. He fills me completely and perfectly, like a hand in a glove."

Miles almost sobbed as his eyes watched the huge phallus, shiny with Rosemary's love juices, plunge in and out of her eager pussy. This was her ideal size, the type of cock that filled her perfectly.

Rosemary must have caught Miles' humiliated, devastated expression, because she hurriedly said, "But don't worry, honey! I'm sure one day you'll find a girl who will feel exactly that way about you! And look!" She said with a giggle, "There's one place that you will be a perfect fit on most women's bodies!" She spread out her toes and slid Miles's cock between her big and second toe, clamping them together and sliding her foot up and down to jerk him off. "See! A perfect fit! It's like your dick was made to go there!"

It was too much. Miles squirmed in pleasure and emotional agony, holding the phone in front of his face. On the screen, Rosemary was letting out deep moans and pleading for her master to fuck her harder as her tits bounced and jolted from the strength of Desmond's thrusts.

In real life, Rosemary's expression of cruel mockery went unnoticed by Miles as she used her toes to humiliate and tease her new "best friend."

On the Screen, Desmond withdrew his moist cock, from the orgasming bitch beneath him, moving on his knees to aim his cock at her pretty face, jerking rapidly. At the last second, Rosemary pulled her feet away, leaving Miles's cock twitching uselessly in the air as it fired spurt after spurt of shameful jizz onto his belly, his eyes and heart filled with the view if Rosemary's slutty face being painted with sperm on the tiny screen in front if his eyes.