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Kinky Kay and Big Black Ashton
By: KayI grew up in a major city. I went to college in a coastal southern town. And I’ve never witnessed any real racism, despite whatever stereotypes people like to apply to us southerners.
But you know where you will find some real racism? Online. Maybe I should have guessed, based on the comments and responses I see posted on various news stories about the president, but I didn’t really get to see it first hand until I told the story of fucking a black guy and posted a picture to go with it. Some of the responses I got were extremely nasty! But I’m glad they sent them, even if they were horrible. At least it happened before I spent much of time corresponding or even flirting with some insecure bigot!
For the record, I’ve been fucking black guys for a decade. And I imagine I will keep fucking black guys up until the day I settle down and become a one man woman-assuming the man of my choice isn’t black. But don’t think it’s just black guy. I fuck white guys, too. And Indian guys. And Arab guys. And Hispanic and Asian guy.
And guys who can’t be defined with one check box.
And I fuck women, too.
I’m more likely to discriminate on age than I am on race-but if you follow my writing you know that I have no problem getting down with older guys. Look, I just like to fuck. And to be pleased. And anyone who closes their self off to any avenue of pleasure is just foolish. erotic clips interracial
But if you ask my preference-so far, at least-it is absolutely fucking black guys. And it’s not just because of the big thick cocks-which I guarantee is not just a rumor or tall tale. And it’s not because it is forbidden or exotic-like I said, my background is free of that.
I think it’s because I like guys who are ripped and can go all night-and they can more often. And the big thick cocks ARE nice.
Or maybe it’s just because they remind me of my youth. You always romanticize youth, right? You never forget the guys who make an impression. And, wow, Ashton made an impression.
I’ve been a basketball junkie for as long as I can remember. Not that I could ever play-I’m too short and not all that athletic. So maybe it was just the tall, sweaty boys in shorts. I went to all the games from the moment I started high school. When I was a freshman, Ashton was a star.
Boys didn’t really notice me back then. I get looks on the street today all the time. Even dressed conservatively. Guys just have a redhead fetish. Or a thing for fit women with nice tits.
But I was skinny and not popular back then. And Ashton didn’t notice me any more than the other boys-or girls for that matter. I was so shy and into studying that most boys didn’t even catch on when I started filling out. They were too busy chasing cheerleaders or the girls who went to the right parties.
Ashton was long out of school by then.
He was playing ball at a junior college. And, being a fan, I just couldn’t help but go to catch a few games.
Not being a high school boy, social status didn’t matter much to him. He just saw the girl who kept showing up to catch games. The girl with the nice round ass who came alone. He didn’t recognize me when he finally approached. Even when I told him my name and that we’d gone to school together. He pretended to remember, but it was obvious that he didn’t. And I didn’t much care. Nobody remembered me back then. All I cared about was that he was talking to me. Flirting, even. The guy who had been a star for our team a few years later. And he was a star again, even if it was on a team that nobody cared to watch or follow.
A star is a star no matter how small the stage, and Ashton was definitely used to some female attention. He recognized the star struck look in my eyes and new how to play it. I wasn’t a bad girl at all at that point-my sexual experience was very limited. And I’d never thought that he’d try to fuck me. But if I had, I would have admitted to myself that it was something I wanted. Even before it happened.
You keep coming to our games, Kay, he said after a few weeks. You aren’t coming here just to see me, are you?
Of course I am, I said honestly. I loved watching you play in high school.
You loved watching me play basketball? Or you just loved watching me?
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I blushed a little.Both, I guess, I said.
He was still dressed in his uniform, leaning close to me. Sweaty.
Your mama let you date black guys? he asked.
I don’t know, I said. But I don’t ask my mom’s permission for everything I do.
Ashton knew exactly what he had on his hand. Jocks have groupies. Even small time stars. I wasn’t the only girl who’d shown him some attention. Especially back in high school, where the rumor was he’d fucked half the school. I knew I was obvious, but still couldn’t help batting my eyes at him. Just being close was making my whole body tingle. Especially since was looking me up and down. Even though it was the dead of winter I had on a short, black skirt with a black and white silk camisole, and a black cardigan above it.
With my glasses on and my red hair, I hope I was pulling off a bit of a naught librarian look. It was all for him. I always dressed up for the games, hoping he would notice.
So, you want to go out to my ride and fuck? he asked. He certainly didn’t beat around the bush!
I think my jaw must have hit the floor.
Oh, sorry, he said. Too forward? Do you want to go and maybe get a bite to eat or something. We can talk about the weather. Then go back to my car and fuck?
I was a shy girl and a bit of a introvert, but I was also sassy when I had the chance.
How about we go out to dinner sometime and then maybe we can see what happens? If you’re lucky, I said.
Listen, honey, he said. You’re in high school. You are here watching me. It’s not going to go down like that. I’m not Don Fucking Juan. I don’t take girls out to dinner. I don’t want a girlfriend. Especially one in high school.
Well, you seem to be paying me a lot of attention, I responded. I’m sure if you just want any old groupie trash, then you can find that any time. But I’m special.
I folded my arms below my breasts, trying to be discrete, but purposely pushing up my cleavage. I saw him looking at the lace trim on the silky camisole. And the milky white orbs peaking out.
Alright, alright, he said. Let’s go get some dinner.
We rode in his car-a big old white Impala-and went to a local greasy spoon that was popular with students. It was decorated like a retro diner. We sat in a back booth-on the same bench-and eat burgers and fries. Ashton was completely charming and a perfect gentleman. I imagined that no girl had made him work quite that hard for it in a while. He complimented me. Called me pretty lady. Even introduced me when some of his friends came around. I hate to admit it, but that’s all it was going to take. My little silk panties were getting wet just sitting next to him. He’d smile at me and touch my arm and I knew something was going to happen. And, if I was lucky, it wouldn’t just be for one night.
But he kept playing the role of the good guy. Maybe he had another piece of ass lined up later that night. Or maybe he just knew I’d be back and that he should be patient.
He drove me to my car, which was parked in a garage on campus. It was mostly abandoned. We sat talking a bit and I kept batting my eyes. Smiling. Touching him. I was practically leaning my head on his shoulder when he stopped teasing and gave me what I wanted.
Ashton planted a big kiss on my lips. Then his tongue slid into my mouth. His giant hand-which could easily palm a basketball-went straight to my titty. He was a little rough, twisting at it, but I liked it. He kept moving faster and closer until I was on my back on the big bench seat. He slid a hand up under my skirt and pulled my panties aside. And then in slipped two long fingers. I started bucking like a cowgirl while he finger-fucked me right there in the garage. I came hard and quick and the whole car started to smell like my pussy.
I’m not going all the way tonight, I said when he started to go for his pants.
He gave me a look like he was going to die, but then he saw my eyes and knew I wouldn’t leave him hanging. I opened the buttons on his jeans and he slid them down a bit. And then his boxers.
I wasn’t all that experienced at the time, but even then I knew Ashton’s cock was magnificent. It was thick and long. A real monster. I didn’t know how it would ever sit inside me, but for a moment I wanted to give it a shot. But I talked myself out and went back to my plan.
I ran my tongue up and down his thick shaft. He groaned. It was glistening in the lights of the garage. I teased the head with the tip of my tongue. I wrapped a hand around the base-it would barely fit! And I gave it a few mighty tugs.
He groaned louder and I took the head into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around.
Oh. Oh shit! he exclaimed. At first I thought he was excited, but then I noticed the tone. I was worried I’d done something wrong. I started to pop my head up and he quickly put a hand on it.
Cops, he said.
I looked over and saw a patrol car pulling into the garage. Had they caught us on camera? I thought it was probably just a routine check.
Ashton slid down do that his head couldn’t be seen above the seat. My head was still in his lap. He was glancing up in the mirrors as the car circled. I was glancing at that giant cock.
I went back to work.
Damn girl! he said, trying to push me away.
Better stay still, I whispered. Don’t want them to catch us.
Then I went back at it. He groaned louder. He was wiggling in the seat.
It was like trying to swallow a 20 oz soda bottle. He was so thick. But I kept taking more and more. Ashton was now pushing on my head. He wanted me to take it all.
The cop left and he sat back up.
Do you want to do something else to finish? I asked.
Yeah, he said. Fuck!
Not that, I said. But what about…
I took off my sweater and then the camisole. My black lace bra followed. I licked his shaft again. It was good and wet. Then I nodded at my tits.
He got the idea, and in a matter of seconds I was on my back and he was straddling me. I pushed my tits together and he fucked in between them. The tip of his cock found my lips and I kept sucking it while he stroked back and forth.
He was like a goddamn jackhammer, really going at it. In no time he exploded. He gave me a real jizz bath, though I caught most in my mouth.
I cleaned up and we hung out a bit more.
When I got in my car he was the one asking for a date.
Maybe after your next game, I said. Just look for me in the stands.
