The Turnaround Part 3

"Well, what did he say?" she asked Mary.

"Oh nothing, really. He seemed to be a bit disappointed that you weren't here," Mary answered.

"How long did he stay here with you?" Bridget asked.

"About 15 minutes. We talked for a little while and then he got up and left," Mary answered.

"Oh," she said as she looked at her sister a little more closely. There was something she wasn't telling her.

"What did my boss say when he called?" Bridget asked.

"He wants to speak with you about an urgent matter concerning the office. He wants you to either call him at the office or at home. Your boss sounds fine as hell, Brig. Is he married?" Mary asked.

"No, he's not married but he's involved with someone," Bridget answered a little too quickly.

"Just asking," Mary said as she studied her sister. "Something is up," she thought to herself. She now knew that it wasn't the doctor that had pummeled her sister's asshole. Could it be her boss?

Bridget and Mary spent the rest of the day watching movies Bridget had rented and catching up on each other's lives. Bridget was surprised to learn that her sister was sexually active and as frustrated with the experiences as she had been before she met Tyree. Bridget let it be known that the doctor was not pleasing as much as she needed and that she had recently had an encounter with some new dick and that she was very pleased with it and the owner.

Mary decided to tell her sister about what had occurred between her and the doctor this morning. She thought her sister would be outraged and maybe even throw her out of her apartment. But Bridget seemed mildly amused at the story of the doctor cumming all over her sister's hand before anything could happen between them. She told Mary about her unsatisfying sexual experiences with the doctor and they both laughed.

"I'm going to have to talk to him sooner or later. It might as well be sooner because I don't want him just showing up my apartment unannounced," Bridget told her sister.

"I agree. If he's not doing the job, what's the point in keeping him around?" Mary said.

"I'm going to call him and arrange to meet him tonight so that I can tell him it's over between us," Bridget said.

"Good idea," Mary said.

Bridget called the doctor and arranged to have a quick dinner at a Italian restaurant they both liked. When Bridget went to shower and get ready for her date with the doctor, Mary happened to find Mr. Bradley's home phone number posted on the corkboard beside the phone. What would be the harm in meeting him? She could tell him that Bridget needed to speak with him and could he come over. Once he got there, she could throw on her charm to let him know that she was interested. Bridget wouldn't mind because she didn't really seem to be that interested in the man. Or was she?

Mary called the number while her sister showered. Tyree picked up on the second ring. After asking why her sister hadn't called him, Mary explained that her sister was out and had called her from a pay phone asking if he could meet her at the apartment. Tyree relented and agreed to stop over after he had showered.

Initially, Tyree wondered what had occurred between the sisters in the short time that Mary had visited. Had Bridget grew some balls and told her sister the truth about her life? He hoped that she did. The longer she hid her life from her family, the longer they could exhibit control over her and her actions. He couldn't see anyone voluntarily putting themselves through that hell! You live with your parents, you do as they say. After you leave, do what the fuck you felt like doing in the first place, ya know? He wondered why whites lived under the constant pressure to be better than everyone else even at the expense of their own happiness and peace of mind? In his opinion, many whites he'd worked with and for and had known personally seemed to always place more importance on who they knew, what they had, what places they had been, etc...than how they were doing in the present moment. He sometimes felt that they were in such a rush to be somebody, they forgot to just b!

e. Be happy. Be at peace.

Bridget showered and dressed herself. Just before she left her apartment, she called Tyree to try to arrange a late night tryst at his place, but received no answer. She left a message telling him she had called and would call back once she returned home. She left her apartment smiling and humming a tune that only she knew the words to.

Mary jumped in the shower as soon as her sister closed the door. She had been sitting and lying around the apartment all day and she wanted to be squeaky clean when Bridget's boss arrived. As she washed herself, her hands wandered over her 36DD's and tweaked her pink, 1-inch nipples. She let her fingers glide down and over her already swollen pussy lips. She was wet already and hadn't even seen Bridget's boss yet. She felt confident that Bridget's boss was a lot sexier than the good doctor and if she was right, his dick would also be a lot bigger than the doctors. Mary reached behind herself and massaged her ass cheeks and then her asshole. Her last boyfriend had licked her asshole to orgasm once and she had loved it. She wondered if she was going to have a big dick stuffed in her ass before the night was over. If Bridget's boss, Mr. Bradley, wanted her asshole, she would give it to him. That decision had been made when the sight of her sisters ravaged asshole appear!

ed before her eyes that morning. She shook in anticipation of being the fucked the same way! She couldn't wait until he showed up!

As Mary dressed she began to wonder what she was getting herself into.

"He better not turn out to be another dud like the doctor!" she said to herself.

Mary put on a flimsy halter-top that did nothing to hide the massiveness of her breasts and a tight pair of hip-hugging shorts that showed the outline of her pussy lips. She chose not to wear any panties.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," she said as she fixed her hair in a French braid. She reasoned that if her sister was getting dicked down properly by her white, big-dicked boss, she would to. Why should Bridget have all the fun?

Bridget was in fact having not a bit of fun. The date/dump was turning into a fucking scene. At first, she had wanted to wait until after dinner to discuss their relationship. But Dr. Clark had started whining and pleading for her to be his and only his. He had stated that he wanted to spend MORE time together. He had no idea that Bridget knew about the 4-inch monster's eruption this morning in her sister's hand! As he talked/whined, Bridget thought to herself, "This is a stupid muthafucka! He must think I'm a fucking ditz!"

"Bridget, honey, all I'm saying, is if WE are going to try to make this relationship work, it's going to take the both of us making some changes and committing to those changes," he said.

"Stanley, that's exactly what I had in mind. Changes! I realize that I need to make some changes in my life. Some serious changes," she said.

"See, we agree on something. That's a start. I know we can make it work, baby," he said.

"I don't," Bridget replied with resignation in her voice.

"You don't what?" Stanley replied already knowing the answer.

"This RELATIONSHIP, Stanley," she said as she sighed and rolled her eyes upwards towards the ceiling. "Look, you're a nice guy. For the average girl, you're a great catch, but I'm not an average girl. I'm a unique woman with needs you can't possibly fulfill".

Stanley's posture deflated. He started to say, "Bridget, I don't know what's gotten into y.....

"Stanley, I know about your little accident this morning over at my apartment," she said icily. So let's cut the bullshit, shall we? Like I said before, you're an okay guy. You're a little stuck on yourself but you'll find someone who will be able to deal with that. I can offer you friendship but that's all it will ever be between us, Stan the Man. There has never been any kind of spark between us, ya know?" Bridget said.

Stanley looked at her weirdly, wondering what spark she was referring to.

"If you don't want to be my friend, that's okay with me. I'm moving on. It's time for me to live my life the way I want to and not by the expectations of others," she continued.

"What in the SAM hell are you talking about, Bridget? Have you flipped your wig?" he asked incredulously.

Bridget looked long and hard at the doctor before saying, "You wouldn't know what I was talking about if I told you, Stan."

Bridget slid her chair back, fixed her hair and stood up.

"This dinner is over. I hope you find the ditzy blonde you obviously thought I was. Goodbye, Stanley. Don't bother calling me because I'm not in the least bit interested in what you have to say," she said as she scooped up her scarf and headed toward the exit sign of the restaurant.

Stanley sat and stared as her thick, bouncy ass swayed away from him and said to no one in particular, "What the fuck just happened?!"

As Tyree drove across town to Bridget's, he figured that this visit wouldn't take too long. All he really needed was some signatures on some forms that Bridget had compiled for his report. He figured this was Bridget's coming out party to her sister. What a way to declare your freedom from what others thought of you and your behavior! He laughed as he imagined the look on Mary's face when she opened the door to find him there!

Tyree arrived in front of Bridget's apartment 5 minutes after she had left to meet Dr. Clark. As he exited his car, he was dressed in a tank top, cotton shorts, and sandals. He also carried his briefcase. As he walked, his arm and thigh muscles flexed involuntarily. Tyree was 6'4", 220lbs. of muscle and grace. He walked with a quiet confidence toward the security door of the apartment building. He buzzed Bridget's apartment. Mary answered.

"Hello, who is it?" Mary said.

"It's Mr. Bradley, Mary. Bridget's boss. I just need her to sign a couple forms," Tyree said.

"Come on up," Mary said as she pushed the button that would allow the downstairs door to open.

Mary quickly went to the living room window and looked down at the sidewalk to see if she could catch a glance of Mr. Bradley. She didn't see him but she did see the Mercedes-Benz that had been parked by the curb this morning.

"I see that black guy is back in the neighborhood! It looks like he is parked in a no parking zone. I should call the police because his black ass shouldn't be on this side of town, anyway. Maybe later after Mr. Bradley leaves," she thought to herself.

As Mary waited for the knock at the door, she reached up and began to tweak her nipples. Her nipples were long and thick. She knew Mr. Bradley wouldn't be able to ignore them. Nobody did. Her stomach began to do flip-flops as she nervously waited.

KNOCK-KNOCK!

"Here I come," Mary said as she approached the door.

Mary took a deep breath before she reached the door. She grasped the handle and opened the door with a huge smile. For a few seconds, the smile on her face froze. It then turned into a snarl. She recognized him from this morning.......THE BLACK GUY!

"CAN I HELP YOU?" she asked rudely.

"Uhhh...actually, no. I need to speak with Bridget. I'm Mr. Bradley. I just spoke with you a little while ago on the phone. I need some signatures on a couple of forms. Is Bridget here?" he asked as he took in the vision of loveliness standing before him. He noticed that her nipples were rock hard and seemed to be pointing at him. "Damn, are those real?" he thought.

"You're Mr. Bradley?" she said questioningly.

"The one and only. And you're Mary, right?" he asked.

"Y-yes, I am. But you're BLACK! You didn't sound BLACK on the telephone," she said accusingly.

"What does sounding black sound like, if I may ask?" Tyree said.

"Uhhh...you know...ummmm.....slang...ghetto talk...you know!" she said frustratingly.

"No, I don't. Mmmmm. Let me ask you this. Have you EVER talked with an African-American before? I mean more than just saying hello if you've ever bothered," Tyree asked.

"No, not in person. But you can watch television and hear what others say about black people and figure THAT out," Mary said.

Tyree began to smile and shake his head. "Are we going to have this conversation in the hallway or are you going to let me come in so I can get these signatures because I really need them?" he asked.

Mary looked around from left to right to see if anyone was peeping out of their doors. She looked Tyree in the eye and motioned him inside. As he slid past her, she got a whiff of his perfume and a close-up view of his ass as he walked by her.

"Ummmm, he does smell very nice. And, ohhh, his ass is nice and tight. But he's black," she said sadly to herself.

As Tyree walked past her, he noticed that Mary had a fuller set of breasts than her sister and her nipples were pointing directly at him. Her hips were about the same width as Bridget's. She had full, plump lips and a perky, petite nose. Her eyes were gray. Her red hair was a total fucking turn-on. He had never had a woman with a red-haired pussy before. He'd heard their pussies were the wettest of the wet. But, he reminded himself that he wasn't here for that.

Mary reprimanded herself for feeling slightly attracted to this black man. She had decided to let him in because he was Bridget's boss and she didn't want to end up costing her sister her job. But as she continued surveying Mr. Bradley's body, she found herself becoming intrigued at the possibility of what he had to offer her.

Tyree turned around and looked Mary in the eyes.

"So Mary, getting back to our conversation, you have these beliefs about blacks but yet you've never spoken with a black person before?" he asked.

"Well n-no, I haven't. Back home, there are no blacks that live in our town or near it," Mary answered.

"Have you ever wanted to speak with a black person before about what you've seen on television and what you've been taught about blacks?" Tyree asked.

"Not really. I guess I sort of accepted what I was told and...." Mary started to say.

"You seem a lot smarter than that, hon. I've been told a lot of things about white people but I made it a point to find out if it was true for myself. You know what I mean?" he asked her.

"Yeah. Sort of. Its just that I've never had the opportunity to actually talk with a black person before, that's all," Mary said defensively.

"Well, I'm here. You could talk to me. If you have any questions, you could ask me. I can't speak for every black person on the planet, but I can speak for myself," Tyree said.

For the first time in her life, Mary was about to question what she had been taught as a child. She had been taught that Black men were aggressive and dangerous. She didn't feel the least threatened by Mr. Bradley. She had been taught that Blacks were uneducated and uncultured. Mr. Bradley was certainly college educated and spoke with an air of confidence and experience. She had been taught that Blacks were rude. Mr. Bradley was a perfect gentleman. She had assumed all of these negative traits about Blacks and now there was a perfect specimen of man standing before dispelling all of that nonsense. She felt like a jackass!

"Well?" Tyree asked.

"Uh...I don't know where to start, Mr. Bradley," she said timidly.

"Please call me, Tyree. You don't work for me, your sister does," he said while smiling.

His smile made her relax even more. She walked over to the couch and sat down. Tyree was still standing.

"Well, are all blacks criminals? I mean, that's all you ever see on the news programs are blacks being arrested for drugs and other stuff," she asked.

"I don't think so, but think about this. Blacks make up about 13% of the total US population but are 60% more likely than whites to get arrested. Blacks make up over 65% of the total prison population. Blacks are 90% more likely to be arrested and confined for drug offenses, though there are significantly more white drug users and drug sellers. Plus, police patrol white areas and black areas completely different. I think racism plays more of a part in how blacks are portrayed than anything else," Tyree answered.

"Wow, I didn't know that," Mary said.

"There are a lot of things about blacks that are not mentioned or taught. I'll bet you didn't know that Christianity originated in Africa and then spread to the rest of the world. White merchants who patrolled along the coast of Africa for potential slaves knew that they were taking the original people that the bible spoke of, but in order to justify their actions, they created stories of our inhumanity and made us out to be less than human. All so they could sleep at night while they enslaved us, worked us, separated us, and raped our women," Tyree said.

"The image of black people, particularly black men has been manipulated since African men, women, and children were taken off the coast of Africa. We were brought here to till the land and enrich the coffers of white men and their families because they were too fucking weak to make their money honestly. After generations of our people were worked to death, we still couldn't expect the civilized white race to treat us humanely. We were called savages but we were the ones being slaughtered and hung. We were called rapists and identified as a threat to white women but it was our women who had to endure the advances of despicable, morally bankrupt white men.

Mary sat and listened to Tyree discuss African history, black-white relations in this country, European history and other topics. As he talked, she realized that she knew absolutely nothing of the world she lived in. Her parents and society had always told her what to think and what to feel. Here was a black man exposing all those supposed truths as lies and half-truths. And he did it with an air of dignity, not anger as she expected he might. His intelligence and his overpowering presence turned her on.

"By the way, Mary, is Bridget here?" he asked.

"No, Tyree, she stepped out for a few", Mary said as she averted her eyes from the front of his shorts. She had noticed the size of Tyree's pouch as he talked and she refused to believe what she was seeing. His dick looked absolutely huge! She tried her hardest not to focus on it, but her eyes kept coming back to it, time and time again! She crossed her legs to contain the heat that was building up between her thighs!

Tyree stepped over closer to Mary and looked down into her eyes and asked, "Mary, why did you call me and invite me over here when you knew that Bridget wasn't going to be home? And before you answer, be honest. I've been upfront with you. It's only fair,".

Mary had heard Tyree's question but her attention was on the dick pouch that was even closer to her, now. She could feel heat rising to her neck and face. His pouch was so fucking big! She wondered if she should ask the question that every white woman wanted the answer to! Her nipples were harder than they had been when she answered the door and she knew he could see them clearly.

"I, uh, well first of all, I thought you were white," she said.

"I don't understand what that has to do with my question, but okay, go on...," Tyree said.

"I was planning on meeting and seducing Bridget's boss. When I came in this morning, I saw her spread out on her bed like she had gotten the fucking of her lifetime. I wanted the same thing done to me," Mary said.

"What makes you think that her boss put her in that condition?" Tyree asked while trying to suppress a smile.

"Well, I got a chance to get up close to my sister while she was sleeping and I saw that her asshole looked like a truck had run through it. Plus, you're standing in front of me with what looks like one of the biggest dicks I've probably ever seen and....," she said.