Growing up in a small Southern town, the hottest topics Were politics, religion and hot sex but not necessarily in that order. My father, Dan Steele, was the local sheriff and biggest bigot in town. Southern towns had taboos about sex....fucking a "nigga" would mean social disgrace for any woman. A Southern man would guard his white pussy and ass like it was Fort Knox. My father was even stricter with me since my mother left us when I was 10. No man wanted to come near me to date me because they feared my father. I'd seen him destroy pastors, wealthy men and women when they crossed him. My future was to be gray , sexless spinsterhood forced on me by my father . I hated my father. I felt trapped in a sexless Life like a cornered coon surrounded by baying hounds.
I had to wear those god awful church lady dresses all the time except when I played tennis. I found a way of finding the shortest, tightest tennis outfits. My father's eyes glazed over when I wore them. My favorite outfit was low cut showing my generous breasts of 42 dd and I always wore black or red lacy panties that showed my pussy. The panties clung and mounded over my blonde pussy hairs. I was wearing it today. I needed to get out of the house, my father had just come home and the scent of the pastor's wife perfume clung to him . Everyone in town knew he made sexual conquests of pastor wives. I had a few half brothers and sisters who were being raised as the children of the pastor.
I walked to the rose garden on my way to the tennis court. Elias, our black gardner, was usually there. I came in part to see him without his shirt on and to his muscular body glistening with sweat. My father hated Elias for some reason. As I came up by the magnolia tree, I saw Elias had his black cock out, as he was finishing up pissing. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. I'd never seen a man's cock.
"Bet you never seen a huge black snake like this before," Elias said as he stepped out of his worn work pants," Come here, girl, it ain't going to bite you. Would you like to touch it?"
I found myself walking towards him. My body was flushed and warm. His long thick cock was nestled in dark black curly pubic hairs. I took it in my hands as I knelt in front of him. It felt hot to the touch. As I moved my hand up and down I felt the thick engorged veins that felt like ridges on his cock.
"now girl, let me see you're pretty blonde kitty and those nice big melons. I want to show you how black heat can melt white ice," He said as he pulled me up and started to undress me. He roughly pulled my tennis outfit off me. My breasts bounced out. The air made my nipples look like hardened pencil erasers. Elias let out a low whistle," No wonder your daddy keeps you away from men. Your body is made for men to get all hot and sexed up. " He ran his rough black hands over my breasts and nipples. I let out a small guttural moan of pleasure. As his hands went down to my panties and he took them off. He laid me back on the tarp he had had spread on the ground. He laid his sweaty black body on top of mine. He started to kiss me deep and hard. I found myself responding to him though I was hearing my father calling me a whore in my mind.
He started to kiss me down my neck and than he began to touch my breasts with his lips his tongue and his rough hands. His expert tongue flicked over my nipples before he started to suck on my nipples and breasts. I felt a heated tingling sensation in-between my legs as my body had its first orgasm. The tarp under me started to become wet with my cum.
