An interracial fantasy created by Julie Van and Curt B later joined by Wunderboi
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Chapter 11 is written by Wunderboi, who traces David's background with his wonderful mother who attended to his every need and offered him wonderful educational opportunities, not the least of which included one of his sexual awakenings.
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David left the chapel feeling partly shocked at his reaction to the special private meeting he had been summoned to with the lovely Clarissa Johnson. 'Partly' because he was not usually aroused by women (but this had been a woman dominating him who had turned him on ever since he was in College which he remembered ruefully had been his gorgeous mother's doing.) Clarissa had dominated him in the Chapel, had told him what to do to become President of the CCC, the venerable Confederacy Country Club in Hawksville, and he was powerless to deny her everything she wanted.
Another element to his being 'partly shocked' was, of course, because he was gay.
The following day David had enjoyed a long uneventful golf lesson. The new assistant pro at the club was a very handsome young black man, and David was turned on slightly by the experience. But he knew he had to be very careful.
He got in the shower and had a long relaxing cleanup. As usual, his fingers and hands took a long time caressing his cock and balls, soaping them over and over and then washing his anal rosebud, allowing himself the forbidden fruit of inserting his middle finger partway up thinking of the handsome young pro doing it to him.
The shower room was divided into about a half dozen individual stalls, and as he exited from his and towelled down, the man in the next stall came out as well and David got a glance at the man's big cock.
The man introduced himself as the Director of Security. David cordially shook his hand but his inner thoughts were anything but cordial. What was an employee doing in the member's locker room (a black man at that)? This was outrageous. The Club's standards were slipping and fast.
The black man sat down at a guest locker and David peeked around the corner and watched him dry off. David was mesmerized by the size of his cock and big balls as he dried himself. The man's cock was flaccid, and as he lifted it, put powder underneath it and then dropped his member David thought, "God, how big would it be when aroused and hard?" He licked his lips at the prospect of getting on his knees and worshipping it and taking it in his willing mouth. He always wanted and fantasized about a black cock but had never followed through on it. His heart was pounding and he tore his eyes away and quickly dressed and prepared to leave. ******
Clarissa took a final look around the chapel and satisfied that everything was in order and in its place, She returned home. She entered the house knowing her husband, Maxwell was, once again, away and that her lovely handsome 18-year-old lover Igoro was waiting for her with dinner ready. He met her in the hallway and they kissed and hugged. She loved having the black horny teenager's tongue in her mouth. He took her hand and led her to through to the Guesthouse which had been transformed from a drab utilitarian space into a lovely suite. He and two other friends from the orphanage had spent all day cleaning, painting and even hanging some paintings he had inherited from his parents.
She was thrilled. Her husband Maxwell had he been there would be too, she was sure of that. Igoro showed her his clothes all neatly hung and placed in the drawers, even his shoes were all lined up, and some new furniture added, again inherited from his parents.
He said "I will never be able to repay you for all you have done for me, Mrs Johnson. I have decided to attend university here in town, and not to go away. I want to be here to help you in any way possible."
She felt tears of joy as she kissed him passionately again.
"My darling Igoro, I cannot believe how sweet you are," she said. "Your parents would be so very proud of you."
He replied softly, kissing her neck, his hands stroking her lovely long blond hair.
"You are my mother now, Mrs Johnson, and I will always do whatever I can to make you happy." His hands cupped her full breasts and he kissed her again, this time long and passionately.
She responded, "Yes my son, that's a good boy; that feels so good, please don't stop. Mommy has had a long day and needs your beautiful naked body on mine, your gorgeous big cock pleasuring me as only you can do. My husband will be very proud to pay all your bills, and we will be secret lovers. I will teach you how to pleasure me in ways only an older woman knows, and I will pleasure you always my sweet."
She thought to herself that here was the son she always wanted, not the wimpy effeminate Herbert, but a strong virile man-boy who could give her what she needed; what a contrast.
They made passionate love in his new bed in the Guesthouse and it was amazing. For an hour he probed his massive cock into her pussy changing positions, talking dirty, fucking, screwing her for all he was worth providing her with orgasm after orgasm. How did he manage his endurance for so long? God, he was perfect. Finally, she felt him about to explode. He cried out: "Yes, yes, yes Mrs Johnson, oh Yes," and he drove his full length as hard as he could deep into her. She felt his sperm filling her with his young black seed as she climaxed yet again.
They lay together quietly catching their breath, holding each other, she loved his black skin and the contrast with her white. His cock lay flaccid but even so it was still big and gorgeous. His phone, the newest Rhino issue was in his hand, she saw its colourful screen swirling a mesmerizing pattern, staring at it for what only seemed to her for just a few seconds, but in fact, was several minutes. His hand holding the phone right beside his cock. Clarissa slid down licked up and down his length then took his black cockhead in her mouth; the phone was inches from her mouth as he started to get hard again. The screen continued to hum an alluring tune, while back at Rhino Industries the techie who was watching his monitor smiled knowing his boss would be pleased because he had recorded the entire extended sexual liaison between the young black man and Mrs Johnson.
Yes indeed, Oskar Botha would be pleased.
They dallied and enjoyed themselves a little longer. After a time they got up and went back to the house for dinner.
Over dinner, he told her that late in the afternoon when he took his friends back to the orphanage he read a poster regarding the Church of The Black Staff's services for that Sunday which would feature the boys and girls choirs from the orphanage. As he was reading it, the manager approached him with the black Pastor Erasmus. Igoro was pleased to meet the famous South African. He told the Pastor that he 'worked with' Mrs Johnson, who was on the Board of Directors of the orphanage.
The Pastor said, "You must bring her along to the 11 am service on Sunday, we would be very honoured to have her with us, we will seat her in the front row, and I will thank her on behalf of all of our worshipers for her volunteer work. Hopefully, I will meet privately with her after the service."
Clarissa was happy to hear the news. It would allow her to ask the wonderful Pastor, in private, about the chapel in the CCC and what thoughts he might have about it. Like most women, her immediate thought was 'what will I wear?' She asked Igoro for his opinion. He suggested a white, conservative dress would be best.