It was one of those chance happenings that was destined to have a profound affect on my life. My parents had departed for one of their long weekend trips, leaving my brother, Barry, and I alone to fend for ourselves. Before they departed, dad gave us one of his speeches about the place being ours and to have fun, but not to do what they would not do. Little did I know then exactly what that would entail, but I was about to find out.
Things began peaceful enough, with Barry rushing out, as soon as they left, to spend the evening with friends. With my obnoxious brother not around to annoy me, I curled up in bed with a book that I had started two nights before. It was one of those romance novels, where the heroine has to overcome prejudice and fear before she can be with the man that she loves. Naturally, as with all such stories, their love transcended everything that surrounded them, in this case, racial prejudice.
It was such a moving story that when I finished it, and had fallen asleep, I dreamt that I was that girl, struggling against the taboos of society to get what I wanted. Forsaking everything to be with my black lover. Feeling the forbidden joy as he holds me in his arms, caressing my white body and stirring the passions within me. Ultimately, surrendering myself to him, and reaping the exquisite satisfaction of his offering of love, as it surged into my willing body.
The dream was so vivid that I could actually feel his hardened cock penetrating me, electrifying every part of my being, and driving me ever closer to that moment of sublime rapture. I was swept away by that consummate joy, as breathtaking flames of passion rocketed through my quivering body. It wasn't until the fog of ecstasy had cleared my mind that I was able to comprehend the cause of that delirious emotion. Disgusted by what I had done, I quickly withdrew my fingers from my dripping pussy.
I would have rolled over and gone back to sleep, but the light shinning through the window told me that it was already morning. Since I did not think that my brother would be home this soon, I thought that there would be no harm in leaving my wet panties on the bed. After taking them off, I picked up my robe and put it on over my sheer nightie, as I exited my room.
As soon as I entered the hall, I received one of those feelings that warns of impending doom. This was followed by a sudden rush of terror that swept through me like an electrical jolt, as I imagined that burglars had invaded our home. Frightened and unsure about what to do, I paused and took several deep breaths before an insane compulsion to confront them enveloped me. Cinching the belt of my robe tightly around me, my only protection, I stormed down the hall, ready to unleash my fury on whoever was there, only to be stopped short.
"What the hell is going on here?" I raged, noticing my wayward brother crouched over the VCR. On the other side of the living room, one of his black friends was sitting casually in dad's favorite chair.
"Sorry if we woke you," Barry said with a devilish grin, and moved back to sit on the couch. "By the way, this is my friend Calvin. Calvin, this raging lunatic is my sister, Denise. Don't worry, she doesn't bite."
Calvin nodded, giving me a peculiar look, and then turned his attention back to the movie, which has just begun. Curious about what they were watching, I went around to the backside of the couch for a better look. At first I was unable to recognize any of the actors names, then suddenly the image of a buxom blonde-haired girl came into view. She was not much older than I was, and was wearing a nightie very similar to mine. Just like mine, it did very little to hide the abundant charms of her naked body beneath,
"My God, Berry," I almost screamed. "You know that you're not supposed to get into dad's private cache."
"Come on sis, mom and dad ain't here. Besides, what harm will it do?"
I suppose I should have insisted that they stop. Maybe, if I had, nothing would have happened, but I did not. Instead, I convinced myself that he was right, telling myself that they would probably never know that he had gotten into that private stash of porn, as I headed towards the kitchen.
"Boy, she sure has some healthy jugs," my brother lasciviously said as I poured myself a glass of milk. "She can wrap them around my cock any time."
I stood there staring into that glass of milk, wondering what his fascination with a woman's breasts was. There was nothing special about them, since every woman had them. Sure, some of them had ones that were bigger than others were, but that did not make them exceptional; it was just a quirk of nature.
Suddenly a sense of insecurity came over me. Without thinking, I opened my robe and looked down at mine. They were not as large as the blonde's were, but they were large enough for me. Yet, I could not remember noticing a boy staring at them. This made me even more self-conscious, and mad at my brother for being so self-centered and thoughtless.
As I stormed back into the living room, ready to give them a piece of my mind, I was brought to a halt by what I saw on the screen. For there was a black man with his hands obscenely roaming over the young girls ivory body. The impassioned way that he was pawing her, was just like what my secret lover had done to me in my dream, only on the television it looked more lurid and dirty. Nevertheless, she proudly stood there, her back straight the way mine had been, as if she wanted him to investigate her naked body.
Despite my distain for what I was watching, I could feel my body begin to react to it. It was as if it could feel my lovers hands on it again, roving leisurely over my soft skin like a blind man reading brail. Each touch sending electrical waves of pleasure surging through me.
"What are you watching that garbage for," I said, hoping to quell the fiery passions that were building inside of me. "It's all staged. No girl in her right mind would let someone film her doing that."
"You saying that no decent white woman could ever like a black man? Calvin said somewhat angrily. "I'll have you know that my mother is white."
"I didn't know." I replied, wishing now that I had never said anything. "I didn't mean it that way."
"No I don't. I think that you hate blacks."
"I do not."
"Then prove it. Sit and watch the video with us."
"All right, but that will not prove anything."
When I sat down in the center of the couch I noticed that my robe was hanging open, and remembered that I had forgotten to close it after examining my breasts. Urgently I wrapped it back around me and cinched the belt tight, praying that the boys had not observed my almost naked body. After all, I was not about to expose any part of my body to them, since I was aware of how my dad acted after he had watched one of these videos. I did not want them to get the same lust filled intentions that he got.
By now, the girl was lying on the bed, her legs over the side, stretched wide apart. The black man was kneeling on the floor, his head between them, and his tongue washing her pussy lips. This came as a complete surprise to me, as I had never heard of a boy doing that to a girl before. Yet, as I watched, I could see that it was having a definite effect on the girl. It was so beautiful that I found myself wishing that my dream lover had done that to me.
I was so engrossed in what I saw before me, that I failed to notice Calvin get up from my dad's chair and move over to join us. It wasn't until I felt the couch move, and looked over to see him sitting beside me, that I became aware that both boys now hemmed me in. This caused an instant sensation of apprehension to go through me, and I hastily gripped the top and bottom of my robe and squeezed them together, as images of them disrobing me came into my mind.
"Look!" Calvin exclaimed as the scene before them changed. "Now there is a bitch that knows what is good for her."
"Ya," my brother replied. "I'd say that she certainly knows what her purpose in life is. Ain't that right, Denise?"
I had heard my brother's rhetoric before. He was always ranting about how a girl's only function in life was to give men their bodies. While that usually caused an argument, at that moment, with everything that was going on, I was afraid to defend my gender from such outrageous insults. After all, we were not made for only sex, and there was much more to us than our pussies.
Ignoring the boys, I concentrated on what was happening before me. On the television, the black man was shoving his enormous cock into the young blonde's pussy. It was just like what I had imagined in my dream, especially the way that his impassioned thrusts would cause her to tremble with excitement. I could even see the way his cock glistened with her feminine juices, and that made my own sweet nectar begin to flow. As the depraved thought of having a black cock shoved into my pussy, an intoxicating spark shot through me.
"How can you watch this stuff," I commented, trying to shake off the emotions that were building within me. "It's so fake!"
How would you know? Barry said as he stared at me. "You have to fuck yourself to get your jollies."
