Jennifer's Story

As I watched, Wendell striped off the rest of his cloths revealing a well muscled body. Standing, he towered above me looking like a black version of a Greek god with an incredibly large and intimidating penis sticking straight out.

He reached down, picking me up without effort; he carried me into the bedroom and deposited me on the bed.

Going right to my pussy, he said, "Now let's see what you taste like."

With that, he began running his tongue up and around my already slick slit. I was sure he could smell and taste my excitement. I spread my legs to give him better access.

"Mmmm, this is sweet pussy," he said as he began exploring my clit with his tongue.

"Oh god, that feels so good," I managed to say as he started sucking my clit.

I had one hand on the back of his head as I raised my hips, inviting him to delve deeper into my sex.

With my other hand I realized I was pinching my own nipple.

My breathing was fast and shallow.

He started working the tip of a finger into my ass and just left it there as his tongue continued its magic on my pussy until he brought me to orgasm.

Little pops of pleasure started at my clit and tingled in ripples out through my body.

That orgasm served to increase my arousal.

I craved something inside me.

Sensing my release, Wendell moved up until his still hard cock was brushing against the lips of my pussy.

As he began to position his cock to enter me I caught my breath and said, "We need some protection."

"I don't need protection," he replied as the black head of his cock began to part my pink labia.

"I mean protection so I don't get pregnant," I pleaded.

"That don't bother me none. I love to make babies with white girls," he said.

"Now I'm not wearing no rubber. If you want my cock, we're going to fuck skin to skin.

Do you want my cock, or don't you?" he challenged glaring at me while the head of his massive black tool began to disappear into me.

That taste of penis felt so good; I needed more!

I was desperate, overwhelmed by a mixture of lust and fear.

"Yes, I want your cock!" I blurted out. In five seconds I had completely forgotten the whole condom issue.

"You were getting it anyway," he chuckled as he slowly began to slide further into me.

He entered slowly, backed out a little way, and then entered a little deeper.

I tensed; I felt my vagina stretching, slowly accommodating his girth.

The pain I felt was overwhelmed by an incredible sense of fullness.

I couldn't quite believe that I was accommodating such a big cock.

The sensation of being Soul-Fucked, was overcoming the pain and fear.

Oh Yeahhhh, I was getting into it.

No one had ever moved or touched me that way.

"Unngh...g god! Ahhh slow down, h hur....Ohhh!" I wailed and wailed and was lost in my own wailing,

I did not know what I was screeching about, but I learned what so many white women mean they say you feel "transported".

I could not compare what I felt to the sensuality I have with my husband. There was no comparison because it was so vastly superior and different.

Wendell kept slowly working himself into me until he completely filled my vagina and hit up against my cervix.

"I'm going to love fucking you; you're so nice and tight," he said as he began slowly stroking in and out, thrusting deeper into me than any man ever had before, stimulating all of my vagina with each stroke.

I caught sight of us in a mirror; I saw a little white girl allowing herself to be ravaged by a rutting black man.

I couldn't believe how erotic that vision was at that moment.

"Do you like being fucked by a real cock?" he challenged.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" I yelled.

"I love your cock!" His cock felt so good.

I couldn't remember ever feeling so alive.

Euphoria!

Before long, I was lost in another, stronger orgasm.

I rolled my head, arched my back, dipped and rolled my hips as waves of ecstasy coursed through every fiber of my body.

In the middle of my orgasm, Wendell paused, and I felt his hot cum blast into me as I continued gyrating my hips around his thick rod.

"Yes, finish it, cum in me, you bastard," I found myself saying.

I couldn't believe how aroused I was.

"We've just started," he said through clenched teeth.

I was expecting him to go limp and withdraw, but his cock remained rock solid, imbedded deep in my cunt, prolonging my orgasm as my vaginal muscles contracted, milking the semen from him.

In the midst of my euphoria, Wendell shifted the two of us slightly; changing the angle his cock entered me.

I felt him probing against my cervix until he managed to lodge the head of his penis in the cervix opening and begin to push further into me which caused a sharp stab of pain.

"Wendell, stop, that hurts!" I cried out.

But at the same time, I spread my legs even further.

I had to submit.

I was fully conquered under the spell of that magnificent black man.

I was his to do with as he pleased.

Ignoring my protests, he used his strength and weight to drive his cock head fully into my womb.

"Oh god, no!" I screamed in pain.

I felt as if I had been slammed in the gut.

The pain was paralyzing.

His cock had invaded the very core of my womanhood!

I screamed again and went silent.

My body tensed and then went limp.

I screamed again as my womb and cervix went into spasms around the invading cock. Wendell skillfully ground and twisted his cock, grinding and twisting my cervix.

I fought for breath as the most intense orgasm over took me.

The pain was so great!

I blacked out for a moment only to awake to a continuous orgasm of unimaginable intensity.

Kaleidoscope colors and images raced through my head.

In the midst of my orgasmic hysteria, I heard him say, "Now you know what its like for a little white girl to be Soul-Fucked by a real nigger!"

I continued thrashing my body.

But at times going involuntary going limp with my arms and legs still wrapped around my violator.

I cried!

I screamed in a mixture of ecstasy and agony again and again interrupted by periods of silence.

My womb and cervix contracted involuntarily.

It hurt so much, but it hurt so good!

My womb convulsed painfully and deliciously around an inhumanly large cock buried deep where it didn't belong!

And it was a Negro's cock!

Not the cock of my husband, but the cock of a huge, angry, rutting black man who was about to again spill his seed deep into me!

I was in paradise!

I couldn't stop cumming!

The soul of my womanhood was wrapped tightly and fully around the cock of a man not of my race!

That, in itself, made me glow even brighter!

Wendell tensed and grunted and I knew he was cumming.

He pumped his sperm directly into my womb!

All the while, I thrashed in unbelievable and indescribable ecstasy beneath him.

At that moment, in the brain numbed haze of continuous orgasm, I didn't care if I was being impregnated.

My body trembled occasionally as I came down from my sexual high.

Wendell lay partially on top of me, his cock slowly softening and withdrawing, its slightest twitch causing my cervix to tingle.

I had no concept of time. I had no idea how long I had been in orgasm.

I was ragged, shattered, conquered.

I lay there in pain, sore, but at the same time relaxed and totally satisfied.

The smell of my own pussy cum filled the room.

I realized I still was wearing my stockings and shoes, and I was covered in our mingled sweat and lying in a huge pool of cum.

"Oh shit!" I realized; "that bastard came inside me, at least twice, hard!"

"You're ride's here," Wendell said upon hearing noise outside the bedroom door, which I realized he never closed.

"I need to clean up first," I replied glancing at the mirror and seeing the mess I was in.

"Nah, I'm sending you home the way you are so your husband can see what a whore you are for black cock."

"My husband isn't even home," I shot back.

"So what are you complaining about?"

"My dress is out in the other room," I added already knowing what his response would be.

"Well get it then."

In anger and humiliation, I got up off the bed, flinching at the pain it caused me to stand.

Cum was running down my thighs over my stockings as I walked a little stiffly into what served as a living/dining room of the small apartment.

There I found Sally on her knees sucking on Darnell's cock. I couldn't believe it. His cock looked even bigger than Wendell's.

Upon seeing me, Darnell let loose with, "Whoowee bitch, you sure look like you were used hard."

Trying to ignore what was happening before me; I retrieved my dress and put it on. By the time I found my coat, they were finished and Sally was licking the last of the cum from Darnell's dick.

Nothing else was spoken until we were well on our way home when Sally asked, "Well, how was it?"

"It was terrible," I answered. Then after a short pause continued, "and wonderful. It was such a jumble of agony and ecstasy that I can't stop thinking about it. It was heaven and hell both at the same time."

"No, not hell," Sally corrected. "Hell is when you are at the mercy of a lust filled beast with a cock that size and he doesn't know or care what he does to you with it. Men can get like animals as they approach orgasm, especially when it's a large black man with a struggling, thrashing helpless white girl. If he doesn't make sure you're very aroused and submissive, or if he doesn't wield his tool just right, you'll feel all the pain without pleasure. That's hell!"

"Hell would be living without it," I said, resignedly, still glowing, still transformed so beautifully. "Now that I have been there the bar is too high, I can't imagine being anything but frigid with my husband, or any white guy for that matter."

I saw her shaking her head.

"Just enjoy the afterglow and this great feeling"......I told myself silently.

"Wendell's the best," Sally continued. "Few girls will ever experience what you have tonight. Now there's a unique bond between you and Wendell that you can never experience with Rick and Rick could never understand."

"Next time you see a white woman with a large black man; you'll smile and wink because you know the secret that draws each of them to the other. You might not realize it now, but from the first time Wendell entered you, he changed your sexuality forever. There's no such thing as doing this once; you're already hooked!"

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