by Heidi Hunter
I clicked over to the interracial category and sorted the results by date uploaded. I'd watched a lot of the videos on the site multiple times, and I was always looking for a new clip. Thirteen new interracial titles had been uploaded since I was last on. Glancing at the tiny thumbnails and glancing quickly at the descriptions, I chose “Go Black Don't Go Back.” I knew what the phrase meant. Ever since Harley fucked me with his monster cock, I didn't want anything else in my tight pussy.
He filled me completely and made me feel like a sexy woman. Going by the amount of cum he shot into me and on me, I was sure that he enjoyed fucking my small hole that was shaved hairless. As soon as the video started, I was transfixed. I didn't jump forward in the clip. I wanted to watch every single inch of it. As the black man on the screen moved across the couch, I touched myself – down there, my special spot. I didn't want to stop.
I gently pressed my fingers against my slit as the man on the screen undid his pants and out sprang a monster cock. The thin blonde bent down and the camera zoomed in so it was just her mouth around his thick and slick mushroom head. I moaned as I felt all of my worries fading away as I continued rubbing myself. My pussy was so wet. I pictured myself in the clip and pretended I was sucking Harley's big, black dick.
Just then, Harley walked into my bedroom. “You need help, baby girl?”
He sat down next to me on the bed, his powerful hands between my legs. He stuck one finger inside me then another. As he started moving them in and out, I started to melt. He noticed the porn video playing and reached over and stopped it.
“How about the real thing?”
“Please?”
He stood up and took off his khaki pants. I could see his huge package underneath his boxers. As he stripped the rest of his clothes off, I continued playing with my pussy. When he was naked, I rolled over so I was on the edge of the bed. He stepped forward, his dick in his right hand. He held it by the base. A drooping snake, it was my job to make it come to life. I was a charmer, his snake charmer. And I was starting to learn what he really liked, what made him the hardest.
When his cock was close enough, I parted my lips and sucked the tip into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his mushroom head. He was so large I had a hard time getting sucking more of him. His thick fingers around the base, I reached out with my left hand and awkwardly tried to stroke his shaft while I was sucking him. He reached down with his other hand and gently stroked my long, blonde hair. I loved feeling him get harder.
After a few minutes, his cock was long, hard, and ready for action. I was still wet when he repositioned me on the bed so my hips were on the edge. He put his broad shoulders against my legs and pressed them upward as his huge cock found its home. My pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. Then he started pushing in, inch after wonderful inch. He pulled out a few times, not sticking it all in at once, warming me up and getting me ready.
Then he thrust into me all the way, filling me up completely. I moaned loudly as he pulled almost all the way out then slipped it back in. All I could think about was his big, black cock moving in and out of me. I looked up and saw him looking down at me. He was smiling. After my mom had left, he hadn't smiled a lot. But I had him smiling. And he had me about to explode with the biggest orgasm I'd ever had before.
He pulled all the way out and had me kneel on the bed, my ass sticking out. His cock started poking me. I leaned back, trying to get him to put it in me. He felt even bigger when he fucked me from behind. He seemed set on taking his time. I felt his huge cock head rubbing over my pussy lips, making me even more wet. I was so close to coming. The anticipation was driving me wild.
Finally, he stuck it in – just the tip. I moaned and reached up to rub my clit. Then he pushed in deeper, moving my body forward on the bed. His big, black hand came down and slapped my left ass cheek. Then he grabbed both of them as he continued fucking me. I felt complete, like we were meant to be together, meant to be doing what we were doing. He made me feel so good.
My first orgasm hit and he continued fucking me, enjoying me clenching around his thickness. I stopped rubbing my clitoris, but I still felt another orgasm building up. As he pushed into me, I leaned back into him, making sure he got as deep in me as possible. My body started quivering as I felt myself coming again. Then I felt him plunge into me one last time and his cock began throbbing as he filled me with his seed.
“Yes,” I moaned softly, my own orgasm washing over me.
He kept his dick inside me for a few seconds. I almost felt like crying when he finally pulled it out. I didn't want him to leave. I rolled over and he lay down on the bed next to me. I curled up on his hard, muscled chest. I felt safer than I'd ever felt before.
“Thank you,” I said, softly.
“For what?”
“You know.”
We stopped talking and just enjoyed out bodies touching each other. For that moment, it was enough. His seed was deep inside me, but all I wanted was a few more minutes curled up next to him. The present moment was all that existed. We eventually got up and cleaned up. I made lasagna for dinner – his favorite.
* * *
Weeks passed, and I became tired of the routine. Harley didn't want to fool around as he had earlier. It was like after he had me he didn't want me anymore. I'd dyed my hair dark to try to spice up our relationship, but it didn't work. All he wanted to do was sit around and watch television while my idea of a good time was a lot different.
“Come on, Harley. I'm horny now,” I whined, trying to pull his massive arm.
“We can't just fuck all the time, baby girl. I'm getting up there in years.”
“But I want your cock.” I reached for his crotch.
“Stop! I'm done with this. You need to get your shit together and get out of here.”
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'd done everything I could for my step dad. I just wanted to live with him while I finished school. Have I been taking our taboo relationship too seriously? I wondered. When he moved my hand away from his crotch, I knew he was serious. All the power I thought I'd had over him was gone.
After getting some of my clothes together in a suitcase, I left the house without even saying goodbye. I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't want to be in that house anymore. When I got out of the subdivision, I pulled into a shopping center parking lot to collect my thoughts. Flipping through my contact list on my phone, I found Marjorie's number. She was twenty one, a few years older than me.
We'd gotten along okay, but I didn't know if I knew her well enough for her to let me stay with her. Not knowing what else to do, I pressed her number. Listening to the first two rings was nerve wracking. I began to wonder if she would even remember me. On the third ring, she picked up.
“Hello? Marjorie?”
“This is me. Who is this?”
“It's me, Lacey.”
“Oh! Lacey! How you been kiddo? You graduate yet? College has been great to me.”
“Yeah, I got my diploma. I'm going for a nursing degree now.”
“That's cool. What's up? I'm about to watch a movie.”
“I'm sorry, I can let you go if you have company.”
“No, not at all. I'm alone. What's up?”
“Well, it's a long story, but I ended up homeless tonight. Do you think I can crash on your couch for a day or two until I figure out something to do?”
“Sure! Sleepover time!”
Her high spirits were picking mine up. I drove over to her apartment on the edge of campus. She answered the door soon after I knocked, greeting me with a smile and a hug. I lugged my suitcase into her living room and looked around. She had the back half of a hundred year old house, but it was nice. Maybe cozy was the right word. I could see her kitchenette, bathroom and single bedroom all from where I was standing.
“So how have you been? What the fuck happened? I think the last time I saw you was at a party for Billy.”
“Yeah, that was an amazing party. I've been doing pret
ty good. I'm trying to start a nursing career. Then all this happened. The guy I'm with...” I didn't dare tell her it was my black stepfather. “He's a little older than me and we're not really into the same things.”
“You don't have to say anything, sweetie. I have some blankets and pillows for the couch. If you don't mind, I wanted to finish watching my movie.”
“Cool. Which one?”
“You know, that one with the one guy.”
“Oh where he did that thing and ran into that woman!”
“Exactly!” She giggled then headed over to the couch.
The size of her apartment compared to Harley's two story house was dramatic, but being close to Marjorie wouldn't be too bad. I sat down next to her, digging her bohemian college lifestyle. We watched the Romantic Comedy. It had been out a while and I'd already seen it twice, but I didn't mind watching it again. She's already seen it too, so we talked and laughed through the whole thing.
At the end of the movie, she excused herself to her bedroom after getting me a blanket and plain, white pillow. I thanked her again then climbed onto her couch after turning the lights off. In the darkness, I started to think about everything that had happened. Away from Harley, I wanted him more than ever. Was I too rash in bugging him for sex all the time? I feared that he was out of my life forever.
* * *
Two days after I'd started staying with Marjorie, I walked into the apartment after my nursing classes. Her door was slightly ajar, so I threw it open and walking in. To my surprise, she was on her back with her knees bent and her legs spread far apart. A big, black dildo was pushed halfway into her pussy.
“I'm sorry!” I shouted, turning around quickly.
“It's okay. I'm not a prude. Are you?”
“No, of course not.” I turned back around. Seeing the fake black cock made me think of Harley and I started to tear up.
“Hey, why so sad? Is my old woman body that ugly to you? Does Andre the dildo scare you?”
“No, it just made me think of my boyfriend. He had a huge black cock.”
“Get out. Sit your ass down right now and tell me about it.”
“I don't know if I can.”
“It will be good therapy for you. Trust me. I just read about this for one of my psych classes.”
“Well, okay.” I took a step to her large queen size bed and lay down next to her. “Is he bigger than this?”
I looked down at the realistic penis as she pulled it out of her tight hole. She was shaved completely, just like me. I'd never fooled around with a woman before, but I found myself getting turned on.
“The first time I saw his huge black cock, I couldn't believe how big it was and that I had my face just inches from it.”
She moaned and slid the fake cock inside her.
“He had to put it away that first time I saw it, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. I mean, I was dreaming about that marvelous dick. I wanted it inside me.”
I reached up and felt my left breasts through my green spaghetti strap top. I didn't have a bra on, and I could feel my nipples getting harder.
“Not too long after that, I got to see it again.”
As I told her the story of fucking Harley and fooling around with him, I watched as she fucked herself. Before my story was finished, I reached out and took hold of it for her. She looked into my eyes, but she didn't stop me as I pushed it in and out of her repeatedly. Her hand moved to her little clitty and she began rubbing it as I fucked her while telling my sexy story.
She began to scream out in pleasure, her body moving as she came before I had even gotten to the really good part. I slowly pulled the cock out of her and brought it up near my face. Looking into her eyes directly again, I began to lick her juices off of that big black cock. I wished it was Harley's but he wasn't around.
“Let me do you,” Marjorie said. She sat up and slapped her thighs with her hands before reaching for the dildo.
I handed it to her then stripped out of my clothes. I was soon lying in the bed next to her. She crawled down between my legs to make it easier to get to me. My wetness opened up as she ran the tip up and down my lips. Then, gradually, she pushed it in. It didn't feel as good as Harley's cock, but it would have to do. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was him.
Marjorie began fucking me with the fake, black cock even faster. I bucked my hips up to meet her thrusts. We soon had a good rhythm worked out. I couldn't believe how well it felt. Just when it was getting good, she pulled it out. I looked up at her almost immediately, wondering what the hell was going on. Is she teasing me?
“Hold on,” she said the leaned over the edge of the bed. I heard her slide something out. “This will be a little better.”
When she came back up, she had a harness for her cock. I giggled and rubbed myself while she put it on and got the cock in place. Once it was on correctly, she adjusted it once then got between my legs. Holding that wonderful specimen with her left hand, she slid it in again. For some reason, it felt even more natural. Her breasts were hitting mine as she began fucking my pussy – hard.
An orgasm crept up slowly then washed over my entire body. My whole existence was connected to my private parts. My teeny, tiny clitty was all that mattered as waves of pleasure rocked my body. She pushed in and out a few more times then pulled out completely and collapsed on the bed next to me. Reaching down, she stroked her fake cock a few times.
“That was really good,” I said, leaning over to kiss her on the lips. “Thank you so much.”
“Don't mention it. It's nice to have someone else in this apartment.”
We had a great dinner, watched a little television then went to sleep in her bed together.
* * *
Marjorie and I got on famously. I started to forget about Harley as I tried to concentrate on my future and having fun with my new roommate. One of the things I learned about her was that she liked to watch porn too. We were two female renegades, but watching explicit videos really turned us on. The first one we watched together was one of my interracial favorites with huge black cocks and tight wet holes.
We both had our pajamas on – at first. Just a few minutes into the first scene, and she was reaching over and squeezing my tit. I returned the favor, placing my hand between her legs, pressing down on her through the thin fabric. Both of our eyes were glued to the television screen as we sat on the couch. I continued rubbing her outside her clothes then reached up and slipped my hand past her waistband.
She moaned as my fingers founds her hairless pussy. I didn't waste any time, fingering her as we watched a redhead get fucked from behind by a monster black cock. Her hand moved from my breast to my lap and she soon had her hand inside my pajama pants, stroking my pussy. I kept thinking of Harley when I looked at the screen, but I hadn't heard from him in over a week, and I'd almost given up on ever hearing from him again.
When Marjorie stopped watching the video and leaned over to kiss me, I forgot about him, about becoming a nurse, about everything except what was happening. We were soon ripping off our clothes. She wanted to use the strap-on on me again, but I convinced her that we should sixty-nine and try to come at the exact same time. We didn't reach our goal, but it wasn't because of lack of trying. We actually came close twice before giving up for the night.
* * *
Life went on as normally as it could for someone like me. Nursing school was going good. Then I had a shock. My period was two days late, something that had never happened to me before. I was always right on time. I didn't want to tell Harley until I was sure I was pregnant. He was the only one who had cum inside of me, and I knew it was my step dad who impregnated me.
The only question if I was preggers was what I was going to do. I didn't look forward to dropping out of school. I was doing really well. I was in the living room crying about it while Marjorie was in class one day when my phone rang. I was surprised to see that it was Harley's number. I didn't want to seem too anxious, but I couldn't wait beyond t
he second ring.
“Hello?” I kept my voice neutral.
“Lacey? How are you?”
“I'm fine. What's up.” I was an Ice Queen.
“I just wanted to say I'm sorry, baby girl. The house just isn't the same without you around. I miss you a lot.”
I couldn't believe the words I was hearing. Does he mean it? I didn't know for sure, but I liked hearing him say he was sorry.
“Yeah?” I wanted to milk this for all it was worth – just like his big, black cock. “You think you can make it up to me?”
Am I going to tell him the news? I have to tell him I'm pregnant. I didn't look forward to telling him what had happened.
“Name it. I'll do anything. Just come home. I'm lonely.”
“I'll be over in half an hour.”
I left Marjorie a note, telling her I was very sorry and that I'd be back to talk to her. I decided not to give her a lot of details. She didn't even know I was pregnant. I was planning on telling her, but Harley wanted to see me, and I knew I had to tell him what was going on – even if he didn't want to be with me after he knew. That was my biggest fear.
When I got to his house, it felt weird pulling in the driveway again. I still had a key, but I knocked on the front door. He answered it wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt as usual. I smiled when I saw him, rushing forward and giving him a hug. I'd missed him too. My arms barely made it around his huge frame. I couldn't believe I'd had him on top of me before.
“Come in, come in,” he said.
Once inside, we headed to the living room. We were both quiet, making the situation a little awkward. I finally broke the silence, saying, “I've missed you too.”
He stopped, turned and smiled at me.
“There's something I have to tell you.”
“Go ahead, baby girl.”
“I'm...I'm pregnant,” I said, my voice low, almost hoping he didn't hear me.
He heard me loud and clear. “Are you sure? Are you okay?”
“Yes and yes.”
