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Trudy: an excerpt from Chasing Fantasy

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Can you show me how?” Of course she’d been more subtle than to ask her Uncle a question like that outright.

He’d told her she was too young to do that kind of grown-up things.

“Besides, those boys will wind up giving you a baby or a disease, or something.”

“One of my girlfriends says a girl can have sex with an older man and he won’t give her babies. If you and I did it, would we have a baby?

Poor Uncle Ned turned all colors of red, a female more woman than girl now, asking him questions about the two of them having sex. Of course she knew the answers to what she was asking anyway. It’s just that she had chosen this older man to be her FF (first fuck), and already was setting the stage.

It wasn’t that she was all that inexperienced. Up till now she’d limited her sexual experiences to blow jobs and pussy nibbling. Oral sex with boys or girls, wouldn’t that make her ‘bi’? Most other girls her age were now doing it ‘all’. The big ‘F’, fucking, and she’d learned that girls could do it with older men and not get into trouble.

***

Her Uncle wasn’t too swift when it came to the ‘Brains Department’, but her questions and his answers seemed to make a real good case for him going along with what she wanted him to do anyway.

“I know you’re lonely since Aunt Nettie passed away. I can tell you think I’m pretty, the way you stare at me all the time.”

Of course she knew dear old Uncle Ned didn’t look upon his niece as a little girl, not anymore, he didn’t. To nullify any ideas like that, she’d taken pains to dress a part that made her appear like one of those young female singers, who could resist the physical charms of one that looked like Hanna or Paris Hilton or?

Short-shorts, bare navel, pierced belly button, nice little boobies under see through things that let the nipples peek through. Jeans she’d take out of the washing machine and let dry on her nymphet body, shrinking until they were like second skin.

No sir; and this little ‘pony show’ Uncle conveniently arranged. Who did he think he was fooling, anyway? It affected him just as much as it did her watching that brood pony getting fucked. And, why was that big bulge in his coveralls showing if he was interested solely in teaching his young mentor moral values and good conduct?

Wait until marriage and finding the man of your dreams before you give up your virginity. Why, it’d be years before she finished school and got her degree. And, Uncle was looking at her with lustful eyes a year ago, but had been too puritanical to help a girl in distress. She’d done plenty to change his mind, but none of her whiles had been temping enough. Well, his Little Lolita wasn’t going ‘without’ any longer. He wanted her and she wanted him.

There wasn’t a single reason he shouldn’t be happy to comply. They couldn’t have a baby because he was ‘fixed’, he’d said so himself. He didn’t have to worry about her telling on him, either.

“You’d like having me for a girlfriend. I may look a little young, but I’m really a lot more grown up than you think.”

“Don’t you think I’m grown up enough to do......,” she’d let the question hang in the air for just a moment, “thing’s?” She asked, provocatively, her eyes shining with naughty promise.

To add emphasis to a question she already had the answer to, she’d puffed out her nicely developing chest while wiggling curvaceous hips provocatively.

Who did the old fool think he was fooling anyway? Why did Uncle Dearest feel compelled to discuss things like fucking with a supposedly ‘too young’ girl if he wasn’t planning to go along with such a horrible ordeal anyway? You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know Uncle ‘Pervert’ was the same as ‘in the bag’ already.

***

It’s evening, the chores are done and they’ve eaten supper together. The anxious ‘seductress’ has taken her shower and is sitting on the couch brushing long, blonde strands while waiting for Prince Charming. He’s entering the room.

“My God, Trudy, cover yourself up, girl.”

Provocatively she’d looked up at him, purposely arranging herself in a way that showed even more of the naked view that was peeking immodestly out from under that short little robe.

Trudy didn’t have dark pubic hair like many of the girls in her gym class. In fact, being a ‘natural blonde’ gave the appearance of no hair ‘down there’ at all. But, that little fact sure didn’t bother Uncle Ned, no, not in the least.

“You think I’m old enough now, don’t you Uncle Ned?”

“I’m too old to spank for being naughty, what are you going to do to punish me, darling Uncle?”

With her giggling and kicking in his arms, he’d carried his ‘too young’ niece up to his big bed. She wasn’t even scared when he exposed himself. Still, there was great satisfaction in making her ‘puppet on a string’ dangle a bit before she submitted to his ‘evil’ desires. There was devilment dancing in her eyes.

Trudy lost that little robe she was wearing and now was as naked as the day she was born. They both were. Her hand covering her bald little birdie, she’d let it remain: teasingly moving fingers around the outer lips of her vagina, caressing the groove.

She’d known something about erections from ‘girl talk’. Uncle was ready to do her bidding. She’d thought he was ready before, but like that pony, Blaze, when he was ready to fuck his pony mare, uncle’s erection was growing before her very eyes. The more her hand fluttered over her ‘privates’ the larger his ‘big thing’ seemed to get.

Poor uncle looked like he was about to have a heart attack or something. He couldn’t take his eyes off that naked girl and what she was doing. His eyes were bugging so far out of his head Trudy didn’t even think about the fact that he intended to put that big thing of his way up a pussy that never had experienced anything like that in her entire lifetime.

Still, she couldn’t resist the impulse to string her ‘fish’ along a bit.

Are you sure we should be doing this, Uncle Ned? You’re going to show me how to fuck now, aren’t you? Bad man, you told me I was too young and now you want to go ahead and fuck me anyway.”

But, Uncle wasn’t answering, not anymore. They were both naked and he was on top, wedged between her skinny legs. For a little while Trudy wasn’t sure they’d get it done. His lips tickled as he kissed her shoulders and neck. She was proud of how he admired her breasts and the earring in her bellybutton as he worked his way lower.

Now he was nibbling at her inner thigh. Her youthful legs were spreading wider, just like a butterfly taking wing. Wouldn’t Uncle Dearest be surprised to know that a boy her age had gotten this far? But, teasingly, her older man was moving past what she was anticipating. Down one thigh, then behind the knee and down the lower leg, what he was doing was tickling, but the girl, not used to this kind of attention, fought to suppress a giggle. Who’d expect an old guy like this would be so good at making out?

This time he’d done exactly what Trudy hoped for when he was at the same place minutes earlier. Well, actually, this time she’d left the old tease no choice but to do her bidding. Reaching down between her widespread legs with both hands, she was holding his head where he intended to put it anyway.

Her voice was throaty.

“Be naughty, Uncle Ned. You know what I want you to do now.”

“And, man did he ever. The old fart was a pro at eating pussy.”

“OH, my, yes, yes.”

His lips were nibbling at his niece’s clitoris, then the outer lips of a vagina that had never been teased with such intensity. Then his tongue, if she’d spread her legs any wider to give the man better access, she’d have split in two. She was perilously close to cumming.

“I want you to fuck me, Uncle Ned. Do IT, do it now.”

***

But, she was too tight and he was too big. This wasn’t feeling good anymore. It felt like she was being turned inside out. For a moment she’d panicked.

“You’re hurting me, Uncle Ned. Maybe I am too young. I don’t think we’ll be able to do this.”

“Sure we can, Trudy. Be patient, we’ll try something else.

“Get on top, honey,” “That’s it baby. Now, grab a hold of it and let yourself down,” That’s it, OH God, real slow.”

“Ah, perfect sweetie, you’re doing just perfect, Trudy.”

There had been continued resistance at first, but her vaginal membrane preventing sexual intercourse was beginning to yield. A brief moment of shredding discomfort, a little gasp, and then, with hands on Uncle’s hairy chest for support, momentarily she paused her descent. Her hymen a thing of the past, physically Trudy was now a bon a fide grown up woman.

His hands on breasts she wished were as big as some of her girlfriends, Trudy was sitting upright on him now. That big thing, his cock was all the way into her vagina now. Up and down, IN, the full, tight feeling, OUT temporary relief; settle slowly down again.

If his cock felt so damn much better when it was partially out, why is it she’s constantly seeking that same tight feeling over and over again? The answer to that inward question made her dizzy with the naughtiness of it.

‘Once you get started fucking it feels so good you can’t quit. You forget the hurt and just keep going.’

He’s groaning and playing with breasts she was afraid at first he would think were too small. His eyes are lustfully appraising what he’d been reluctant to have before.

With intensity, Uncle’s ‘too young’ girl is fucking harder now. Deep and tight is feeling better and better. Uncle is enjoying her even more now too. His eyes aren’t focused on anything anymore, and he’s groaning like he’s in pain or something.

The old dummy thought she was too immature for what they were doing. He sure doesn’t think so now, does he?

Whatever Trudy wants, Trudy gets. That’s the way its working out now, isn’t it?

Her ‘puppet on the string’ is totally under her control. When she draws that big thing of his nearly out, he’s pushing his body up to meet hers. Who’d have thought a girl half his size and age could dominate a man like this.

***

He’d been watching the expression on her face when, with one hand grasping his bursting erection and the other on his chest for support, she first started easing her tight vagina

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Another excerpt from Chasing Fantasy

It was Liz who’d presented the wish to Vicki about getting even with her boyfriend for his sick fantasies. Hubby Dearest already took care of fantasy number one. If the boyfriend couldn’t believe he’d been his proposed fiancé’s one and only lover, Liz wouldn’t have to ‘pretend’ anymore. Even though her second lover actually came after the first, he’d been real too, not some made up fantasy to placate an evil mind.

Imagining his fiancé being screwed by some black guy she went to school with, wouldn’t it be great if she could help her girlfriend find a way to make that evil fantasy actually come true too? Back then neither of them knew that Vicki would be stumbling onto the ideal prospect. And, once that light bulb moment flashed in her head, she wasn’t about to let this dark skinned ‘critter’ get away.

Mr. Deliveryman would be a natural, a man to satisfy both women. Black cock, white pussy, once the blonde gives him a glimpse of her ‘junior’ body she’ll have him eating out of her hand, everywhere else too, for that matter. Then, to get even with her husband for daring to think he has exclusive rights on a girl his wife lined him up with, she’ll present his new flame with a man who’ll fuck deeper, tighter, and longer than anyone she’d ever experienced up to then.

***

“Oh, God,” The thought of what she was about to make happen was setting Vicki’s pussy on fire. “What do I need to make me feel right again?”

Of course, she already knew the answer to that one. The brakes were squealing on his truck as he pulled up into her driveway all over again.

“Brown truck, black man, big cock, we’re all going to be happy when I get done with you.”

***

Byron Green was pissed.

A few minutes, indeed, did those ladies in their fancy houses think all a working man had to do was cow-tow to their bossy whims? Didn’t Rich Bitch know slavery died out a century and a half ago? It wasn’t Byron Green’s fault some somebody from Illinois got the bright idea to send that hoe a package and the timing just happened to coincide with his schedule to run this snobby route. Getting dressed indeed! He bet that fat broad probably would have trouble getting into her clothes. She didn’t sound either fat or old though, just mean.

If Vicki Lambert, that’s the name on the package, if she’s so lazy that she’s just getting out of bed at half past ten, he bet she’d take a while to get ‘presentable’. She’ll probably get mad all over again once she sees his black ass up on the porch making her sign for something that most drivers would just leave at the neighbor’s. But, being black he was especially cautious, especially with members of the upper crust like these. It’s easy to blame a ‘niggah’ deliveryman if something turned up misplaced’, although they’d probably never use the ‘N’ word out loud.

Of course maybe this ‘old bag’ will attempt to give him a two bit tip. Worse yet, maybe she’ll be one of those ‘rejects’ ignored for years by a husband who favored the seasonally replenished supply of female recruits into the corporate world , fresh new college grads who find it was easier to fuck your way to the top than compete in more conventional ways.

It was embarrassing, a passed over wife trying to make moves on this ‘shy’ black man who fate bought to her lonely door, and him having to lie and tell the two-bagger he really did find her attractive,

“It’s just that there’s a wife and two little babies at home and I’d never want to take a chance on losing that, no matter how alluring the lady.”

Besides, how could a happily married man ever explain a romantic encounter, even a brief one like was so generously offered, to his priest come confession time?

***

It wasn’t that Vicki had to do a complete makeover to be ‘presentable’ enough to accept a delivery. She’d just clean herself up a little ‘down there’ and then put back on those ‘baby doll’s’ she’d worn with the half-hearted thought maybe her husband could be tempted into noticing her a second time while they were talking over breakfast.

When the doorbell rang again, she’d wrapped a pink terrycloth robe around that skimpy sleepwear and opened the door.

She knew Mr. Deliveryman was ‘hooked’ by the way he reacted as her robe caught a breeze. What he was staring agape at wasn’t simply naked flesh; this female could have been a Victoria’s Secret model wearing the sexiest sleep thing she owned. The petite blonde looked so damned young, like maybe the daughter of the house or something.

“Is the lady of the house home?” He’d added, “I have a package for her that requires a signature.”

“I guess that would be me, Mr. Deliveryman. Just bring it on in and I’ll sign for you.

Smiling at his confusion, Vicki apologized for her abrupt earlier behavior.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were some of those religious phonies who are always coming around at the wrong time. I was tempted to come down just the way I was and see if I was pretty enough to give one of those prissy-assed do-gooder’s some carnal thoughts.”

Deliveryman was busy looking at the bare skin showing, her flat tummy and pierced navel, those skinny legs and almost pubescent body. And, there was that long, blonde hair brushed soft and loose, hanging nearly to her waist. It was impossible not to stare at those apple sized breasts, the nipples peeking through that sheer material.

Byron Green had to shake himself back to reality. White ladies didn’t look like this, not the ones he’d been delivering to, anyway. He’d been aware of her appraisal of him, hoping that she wouldn’t take offense at what was beyond hiding. His erection, large by anyone’s standards, was simply bursting at the seams, almost begging to be noticed by this little doll with a body any Southern born colored man would be willing to die for.

“Can you cumm inside.” Her eyes and body language implied a totally different meaning, but what he guessed she was asking him was to carry the package inside.”

Of course he’d comply with anything this little white girl wanted from her submissive black ‘boy’.

God, could a woman who looked like an angel really be talking like she is now?

“Yeah, those religious fuckers, the way they talk so high and mighty, but have their minds in the gutter like they do. It makes me sick the way they preach their self-righteous bull shit and then get all gaga anytime they see a young woman who looks halfway good.”

He’d had his own answer for that.

“Any man would have to be half dead not to be tempted by a woman as beautiful as you, Mrs. Lambert.”

And, she’d looked him up and down again in searing detail.

“Vicki to you, nice man,” she’d corrected him. “You don’t look so bad yourself, honey,” she’d laughed flippantly. “Makes me wonder if those things I’ve heard about black men are really true.”

To Byron Green, the facts were undeniable. This lovely blonde, her x-ray vision was focused on his crotch.

There now, she’d gone and said what he’d been hoping for. He wondered if he could get by with IT; satisfy this rich bitch’s curiosity. Would someone catch them at IT, he with his pecker eight inches up this Cinderella’s tight little snatch? The husband, maybe the father if she was as young as she looked, a neighbor snooping to find out why the truck was parked so long in the driveway?

He took the package into the living room and placed it where she pointed. Like a dutiful puppy dog he’d sat on the davenport when she’d said to. He’d have taken his pants off right then too, if that’s what she’d suggested. She was sitting close, real close.

He’d started to hand her the clipboard for signature. Leaning across his body, her arm brushed his lap.

“Where do you want me to sign…right here?” Leaning half across him Blonde looked up into his eyes.

Of course Mr. Deliveryman was thinking of things like perfume and soft hair, the strands that were tickling him, the scent of her gorgeous, freshly washed body Sweating profusely by then, he was wondering if her hand was where it was by accident.”

“Damn, I dropped the fucking pen.”

Her voice was slurred like maybe she’d started drinking too early or been smoking something she shouldn’t.

Rich Bitch was acting peculiar, no doubt about that. She was retrieving the pen from the floor, dropped it again, and, on her hands and knees, was crawling towards the white bearskin rug where it wound up now.

My God, the girl was totally naked under those baby dolls. It’d been obvious she didn’t have a bra on. But, on hands and knees like she’d been, there it was, her little bird, staring out. She had to be a real blonde, those pubic hairs so light it was like she didn’t have any at all.

There on the white royal throw, the blonde seductress rolled over on her back. In her hand was the pen. Her blue, green eyes shimmering in their passion, her legs parted slightly, she looked up at him.

“If you want this fountain pen back, it looks like you’re going to have to come down here and take it away from me.

Her black stud was on the blonde housewife in an instant. Seconds later and he was balls deep in the best fucking he’d ever had. Twenty minutes later he was wiping the cumm from his cock and her inner thighs with a clean handkerchief retrieved from the pocket of his still half down pants. A few minutes later and Mr. Deliveryman’s out the door and driving down the street to make the rest of his deliveries.

***

She was glad her newest ‘subject’ didn’t take time for words or unneeded preliminaries. This hurried sexual intercourse may have had something to do with the way she’d spread her thighs as he lowered himself to her. With no panties to slow him down, it was easy for her to help unbuckle his pants and slip them over his dark hips.

“Oh, hurry, I have to know what you’ll be like. You have to be quick so’s someone doesn’t wonder why a handsome colored man is spending so much time in my house.”

It was her soft, white hand that reached between their bared bodies and guided his thick cock to exactly the right spot. Was it the black in the white that made this so much better? Each of them was wondering exactly that as she wiggled and he pushed that big thing of his exactly where it belonged.

Ah, where have you been all my life, big man?

***

His erection was hotter and harder than Jonathon’s, although not much longer than her husband’s. But ‘his’ was so stiff, no bend with what men usually found so tight and difficult to penetrate. Black cock in white pussy, it had been so wonderfully tight, yet so easy going in.

Opening her thighs even wider to accommodate her black man’s predictable tightness, her greenish eyes were focused on his face as his heat was slowly penetrating.

“Oh God, there’s so much of you, you’re going so deep.”

The wet, slippery heat, Black on white, God really did make the races different, sin without end, amen.

“Ah! Do it, DO IT!” and then he was all the way in. all of him was having all of her.

“Oh, God,” she was babbling Oh, my God! Fuck me! DO IT”

Interracial sex was forbidden, wasn’t it? Maybe that was what was making this so damn good.

“Black Cock,” with each of her lover’s ecstatic thrusts she’d babble out her appreciation. “Black Cock”, and then, “White pussy”, her verbiage was keeping perfect time with Mr. Byron Greene’s enthusiastic efforts.

White slave, Negro master, all she could do was cling to this dominate male while he took from her what he wanted. He was so strong, so rough and eager, not at all gentle like her lover Jonathon. But, unlike her insensitive husband, he was going to make her cumm.

In fact, her black lover had her there already, swept the blonde, white girl through that colossal event and kept right on going.

***

Byron’s dark love had been all the way into his white woman when she’d made him stop while she helped him undress his upper half. With him languishing in her saturated heat, her hands on his hips holding him as deep and motionless as she could, his first white one was talking, cooing out her praise, how handsome her ‘colored’ lover was, how he was making her feel soo good.

“Oh, honey, hold real still, for a minute. You take my breath away. I can’t believe how good this is, how good you make your mama feel.”

And, then after catching her breath from such an abrupt penetration, it was she who was digging her fingernails into his now flexing hips. And, reading his woman’s appreciative signals, her black man was vigorously thrusting, his dark hips keeping perfect time to her clutching fingers.

***

Initially comparing, she surmised this one wasn’t quite as large as Jonathon, so all those innuendoes about race, “try black and you’ll never go back,” weren’t entirely true. Oh, she’d put Mr. Green near the front of the line, that’s for sure, maybe ‘number one’ this time just to be able to say she was an “equal opportunity fuckee,”

Her black man was everything a girl could expect, and then some.

Short little jabs at the fringes of her thickened pubes, then all the way in. Now his black cock is slowly withdrawing nearly all the way out.

“Oh, hurry, fuck me, fuck me good.”

Accommodate the white Lady? He’s not concerned with what she’s sayin or wantin. Whether looking down at what he’s fucking or just appreciating in his mind’s eye the view he had that started this all, a black man could never appreciate what he was having more than this lucky niggah. A girl with a figure like this reminded him of those snooty white middle and high school girls who used to lord it over him how much better they were than the dirt poor black kid in their school.

***

He’d snuck off into the bushes with one, a girl that could be a dear ringer for this one he was having now. Back in their pine shrouded hideaway she’d undressed first. She’d been a couple of years younger, just developing nicely, small tits, slightly rounded butt, short and skinny, maybe not even full grown yet. It’d been hot that day, but still early enough in the year that the first crop of bugs hadn’t made their appearance yet.

He never did find out her name. They were sitting on his jacket, thrown carelessly on a brown bed of fallen pine needles in that secret place she’d led him to. It was evening, nearly dark back there in those dense pines, but he could sure see that girl all right. A little Cinderella white girl, pale skinned, blonde, blue eyes, she was watching as he was undressing.

“You ever done IT to a girl before, Byron? You ever fucked before?”

He’d have lied and said he had, but she seemed to know the real truth anyway. It’s probably easier for a girl to admit virginity than a boy. This one was experienced, claimed to have been taught by an adult man.

“I’ve done it lots of times. It was a grown man too, lots older than you, even. He said I was a ‘natural learner’. I can show you how to feel real good too.”

She’d laughed at him then.

“Take your shorts off, silly. You can’t fuck with your clothes on.”

Then she’d had him lay down next to her. He was real scared, so didn’t have a boner like he did when he’d imagine doing something like what was appearing would happen real soon now.

“You ever kiss a girl, Byron, a white one?”

Well, he hadn’t, but that one sure made up for lost time. It kind of bothered him at first, her tongue in his mouth and her hand where it was. But that white hand on his pecker and doing what she was, his hard-on was bigger than it’d ever been when he’d jacked off, fantasizing something like what was happening now.

“Kiss my titties Byron, put one in your mouth and suck it.”

He’d put a finger in her bared ‘thing’ and moved his hand back and forth just like she’d said. Her pussy, that’s what she called it. Her pussy was getting all sticky and warm. Her legs were squeezed together so tight it made his hand hurt, and she was moaning like she was real sick or something.

“Put it in, Byron, put your big ‘thing’ in me and do IT.”

But, she wasn’t waiting for him to do what he wasn’t sure was supposed to come next.

She’d put her pale hand on his dark peter and pulled him over on top of her.

Her skinny legs were real far apart and he remembered thinking that, unlike his older sister who had dark hair between her legs, this light haired one didn’t have hardly any hair down there at all.

She’d been surprised at how big his pecker was now, so young yet so big too. She wasn’t sure if they could it at all. His was soo big. But, she was determined, and so it was actually happening.

Black boy, big cock for someone so young, but he sure was old enough for what she was teaching him to do.

***

Watching his ‘thing’ going in, he’d thought something like this would happen anytime now, especially since he’d developed that perpetual hard-on. But never in his entire life did he think he’d be doing IT with a pampered little blonde, blue eyed white girl. She was young, even more so than him, but she’d said she knew how to fuck and was going to be his ‘first’. But now, after how she was acting he wasn’t so sure.

The girl had been whimpering, telling him to stop, that they couldn’t go on he was hurting her soo much. But, where he was, on top of her mostly naked body and his peter most all the way in now, he just had to go on. And, it worked out all right too, his not quitting. She wasn’t whimpering and carrying on, not anymore. They were fucking, actually fucking.

The more he was enjoying, the more concerned she’d become.

“Don’t you cumm in me, Byron.” But, he hadn’t learned yet how to delay what was inevitable. And, he didn’t understand her trying to push him off and quit what was becoming so sensational.

“Pull out Byron, Pull out before you cumm.”

Sure he’d heard her, but, it’d been too late. How can a man quit something like he was doing on command? Balls tightened in their sack, the sperm propelling up his shaft, that’s the way Mother Nature meant it to be. The white girl; the one who was a bit younger than him, but a whole lot more experienced, had sure been pissed. She’d wiped her pussy on his shorts then thrown them at him.

“Don’t you know where babies come from, you stupid boy? If I get pregnant, I’m going to tell everyone you raped me. They won’t believe you either, me a lot younger than you and a white girl at that. Your goose is cooked Mister, doing a girl like that.”

Well, thank God he’d been shooting blanks and hadn’t knocked that uppity bitch up. But, she’d done plenty of blabbing to all the other girls in that school, so that was the end of poontang for him with the white hoes. But, God, just think what he’d been missing.

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