"Damn bitch!"
Mitch gunned the engine and shot his now ex-girlfriend one last dirty look as he peeled away from the curb. He'd been seeing Tina for the last two months, ever since he'd moved back to town, and he'd thought she was something pretty special until tonight. Hell, he'd stayed celibate for two months because the bitch had wanted to wait until "they were really, truly in love" to have sex, and this was how she treated him?
It had all started when he'd picked her up tonight for a friend's party and she'd acted distant and cold as soon as she'd opened the door. Tina was a pretty redhead with a porcelain complexion and a curvy figure straight out of the fantasy edition of Playboy. When they'd met, he'd figured she was just like every other white girl, getting her kicks by slumming with a black brother and he'd been more than willing to oblige, but after a few hours, she'd actually seemed like somebody he wanted to get to know better. But after seeing her wrapped all around her white ex at the party tonight, he couldn't quite remember why he'd had so much faith in her. Looking back, he knew he should have fucked her good and hard that first night and been done with the issue.
For as long as he could remember, Mitch had found a lot of pleasure in the slow, easy seduction of white women, and that obsession had landed him in hot water more than once with their white husbands. The harder they resisted, the more he wanted them, and he couldn't remember one occasion where he hadn't succeeded in sliding his thick, black cock up their lily white cunts, even when they were lily white married cunts. Until now, he silently ammended, wondering if it would be worth it to try with Tina again, just long enough to get into her panties and prove a point.
When Mitch got home, the last thing he wanted to find on his answering machine was a message from his not-so-little sister anymore saying she needed him to come pick her up from a party because she was too wasted to drive. Since Mitch was supposed to be looking out for her while their parents were out of town, he swore long and loud and then drove to the address she gave on the message.
Glory was about to be a senior at the local university, and he couldn't scold her for sowing her wild oates this last summer before entering the real world. But he knew a lot of the guys she'd been hanging out with, and he knew any party they threw would mean trouble for his sister. The last thing he wanted was for her to be knocked up and then married to some ignorant kid with no future. As an after thought, Mitch remembered her best friend Ally was there too. Though Ally was a white girl--the daughter of a prominent judge, no less--she and Glory had been best friends since they were in diapers, it seemed. It had been at least a couple of years since he'd seen Ally, but he'd never forget the little tease. As soon as she'd hit puberty, she'd been something special to look at, and she knew it too. But she'd never given Mitch the time of day. He figured she was even hotter now, and probably fucking every boy at school.
Come to think of it, Mitch wouldn't mind seeing Ally tonight either. In fact, the more he remembered her luscious little body, he was actually looking forward to it. She was no longer jailbait, and he had two months of pent-up cum to release.
When Mitch arrived, he could tell the party was pretty much over. Drunk kids--both white and black--were passed out on the lawn and in the living room, but Glory and Ally were no where in sight.
Mitch knew the kid whose parents owned the place. They were a well-to-do black family with a stuck up punk for a son. The kid's name was Marvin, he was 23, and he had already failed his sophomore year three times because he liked to party too much. Looking around for the frat punk, Mitch realized there was a guest house out back, and there seemed to be a lot of commotion going on back there. Upon closer approach and looking through an open window, he saw a black boy pulling a black girl over to the back of a sofa. Loud music was blaring from an overpriced stereo, so Mitch couldn't hear what they were saying. The kid positioned the limp black girl so that her upper body was braced by the back of the cushions, her plump backside aimed just right for fucking from behind. Another black kid appeared--it was Marvin, he saw--dragging the limp body of a white girl, and he positioned her just the same. Laughing and boasting about what was gonna happen, the two boys undid their pants, shoved them down their hips and positioned each of themselves behind a girl, taking the time to fondle the females through their short skirts before preparing to slide home. One boy lifted a skirt and began rubbing his cockhead against the girl's pussy folds. Mitch might have let them have their fun, but he knew the girls had to be Glory and Ally, though he couldn't see their faces from here. He wanted to save his sister's honor and save Ally's piece of ass for himself. He hated sloppy seconds.
Taking his foot, Mitch waited a beat and then kicked in the door, startling both boys so much they each tripped over themselves scrambling to get away. Mitch was a well-built guy, having spent two years in the Marines, and he knew they'd take one look at his angry face and back off.
"We didn't do nothin', man!" one shouted.
"Get your fucking ass away from my sister!" Mitch warned.
The young men were so cowed by Mitch's presence they even helped him put the women in his car. Mitch told them he'd kill them if he caught them near his sister or Ally again and climbed into the car. Man, Glory was bombed. And Mitch suspected both girls had had something slipped in their drinks, knocking them out for the rest of the night. In the backseat, Ally moaned, capturing his attention. Her long blonde hair was sexily tousled around her face. And her face...! She could have been a model, that much hadn't changed, but he was glad to see she'd filled out her curves just as he'd always hoped she would. Her silk blouse was parted and exposing a glimpse of her silky white bra cupping firm, large breasts. He licked his lips, anticipating peeling that scrap of silk from her body. He felt his cock grow hard just looking at her.
Damn, he was horny, and he'd always wanted to plow into this little tease. Should he?
He remembered back to one time a couple of years ago, when he'd actually decided to make a play for her. She'd just turned 18 and he'd figured, so what if she'd been about 10 years younger than him? He'd wanted her too bad to care. But when he'd made his move, she'd acted shocked that he dare try anything with her. "I don't go for black guys," she'd said with scathing contempt. It didn't seem to matter that their fathers were friends and colleagues, or that Glory--her best friend--was black. She'd made it clear she was saving her precious pussy for the rich white boys in town.
A few weeks later, when Mitch had gotten into trouble for selling some weed, he'd gone before her father in court, and the judge had obviously wanted to put Mitch's ass in prison and throw away the key, but the fact that Mitch's dad was a respected attorney and a friend of the family had helped him get off. But the way the judge had looked down on Mitch--as if he were black scum--had stayed with him forever. Both father and daughter had made it obvious Mitch was beneath their contempt.
So Ally had argued she'd never let his black hands touch her white body...? Shit, she couldn't argue now, he thought with a smile, surveying her laid out body in the back seat. She couldn't argue against much at all tonight.
Hell, she was out, probably wouldn't notice a thing, he reasoned as he drove home. And her parents were expecting her to stay over with Glory anyway...why the hell shouldn't he slide his hard prick up her sweet cunt while he had the chance, get a piece of what all the rich, white boys in town were getting?
When they got to the house, he carried Glory inside first. He left her clothes on and slid her under her covers, then tried waking her to see how out of it she was. She didn't even flinch when he shook her. Just to be sure, he shut her door and propped a heavy trashcan up against it. If she opened the door and knocked the trashcan over, he'd hear it downstairs.