The Black Kid Across The Street: Chapter 2
Confronted to a new truth, a bored white houseband starts to tap inside his insidious hunger for nigger dick. Will he be able to control his cunt or will he lose it all?
Chapter II
After Kwame’s flashing episode I quickly ran home to shake the whole thing off. I could not help seeing Kwame’s giant nigger cock in my mind swinging left to right like a heavy tree branch. Jonas kept chit-chatting to me as we had a look at the rooms of our new house but I could not hear him. He suddenly grabbed my hands to check if I was alright. He started apologising copiously for moving next to a black neighbour. He said that if he had known, he never would have picked this house. He thought I had been terrified of Kwame because the kid was black and promised to keep me safe.
In normal time I would have found his racism sweet but for some reason, it got me secretly heated. This was the day I started hating Jonas with all my heart.
The first night in the house was the worst. I woke up covered in sweat with both my hands between my legs. I had been unconsciously playing with my boi pussy in my sleep. In 8 years of dating Jonas, I immediately understood what was wrong with my body. Something or someone had fucked up my hormones. There was no denying it. I was in heat.
I nervously made my way to the bathroom without waking up Jonas. I took a hard look at myself in the mirror and I looked like a scary mess. I timidly started playing with my ass but soon surprised myself playing the guitar with my cunt like a deranged hormonal whore. I looked around in panick but could not find anything big enough to my liking. In a desperate attempt, I violently snatched Jonas toothpick and slammed it hard in my ass. I immediately throw it against the wall in rage. That thing was too small to ever do anything to my boi cunt. It enraged me so much that I kicked the bathroom door open and made my way downstairs
I was like a feral bitch on the hunt. I had never been so horny in my whole life. Cloth hangers, deodorant sprays, Tv remote… I kept grabbing random object around the house but none of them had the cunt-shattering effect I wanted. I grew so frustrated with each try that I could not control my voice anymore. I kept purring and moaning in a total abandon of lust and rage. Suddenly my mind remembered that Jonas had picked up some giant aubergines on our way here.
I quickly ran to the fridge and picked up the biggest aubergine from the pack. While it was shorter than Kwame’s nigger dick it was thick enough to make my white boi pussy open like a garage. I got so excited at my finding that I immediately ran to get comfortable on the living room's sofa. Without hesitation, I voraciously stuffed the eggplant in my mouth to get it wet. When I was satisfied with how slippery it was, I simply lied down and raised my legs up like a vulgar whore in heat. I punched it all in one go in my harlot cunt.
At that moment I instantly felt at ease. It took everything from my being to not yell like a mentally disturbed person. My eyes rolled back and I instantly started shaking like a little whore. 5 minutes passed then 10 minutes and an hour. I just couldn’t get enough of that massive aubergine rattling my white boi pussy. I surprised myself at how hard I could slam the whole thing in my cunt. As my arm grew sore, I tried to readjust myself but I ended up pressing on the remote control for the TV by accident. It must have been 3 in the morning and MTV was playing on random rap music videos. I usually never listen to this kind of music but I surprised myself twerking like a bitch in heat to the rhythm. Before knowing it I was completely in synch with the rap flow. I could feel a tantric orgasm dangerously building in my core. I knew I was not ready for any of it and I quickly grew terrified of what was to come. I tried to stop but my hands just would not listen to me anymore. I was raping my whore cunt with a giant eggplant while my husband was sleeping upstairs.
My knees hit the remote again and the TV randomly changed to a news channel. I could not grasp the entirety of the program but it was about an alt right protest in Louisiana that had turned violent. The images, while not graphic, sent me in completely overdrive. That’s when I saw Kwame on the screen leading a protest of young black students like him. The news footage had been short but Kwame was seen roaring “black lives matter” while walking a Pan-African flag in the protest. I lost it and got into a violent animalistic horny rage. I spread my ass like never before and started squirting like a public fountain all over the sofa. The orgasm must have lasted at least 10 minutes as I kept rocking back and forth like I was having a seizure. One squirt after the other, I squirted like a dysfunctional whore with no shame. I felt so guilty and disgusted at I had just done that I instantly started crying.
A married houseband fantasising about a kid giant nigger cock. What the hell was wrong with me. I simply could not think of looking at myself. I instinctively ran to the window to close the curtain but I wasn’t at the end of my surprises for the night. In our lawn, Kwame was completely naked staring at the inside of the house. He had seen the whole thing. The horse hung teen had a giant vicious grin on his face. He was holding an anniversary picture of myself and Jonas in his left hand while obscenely massaging his dick in the other.
Kwame threw the picture on the grass and started urinating loudly on the picture. All the time he kept massaging his oversized nigger balls while staring at me. He must have pissed for a good 5 minutes without stopping at all on our anniversary picture. When he was done, he grabbed the picture and hand it back to me with no excuses.
“- I think this belongs to you," he said, "Put it back in your Boyfriend's wallet."
I took the piss soaked picture from his hands and barely muted a “thank you”. Kwame turned his back and slowly started walking back to his house. It was pitch black but it was easy to see that the horse hung nigger was not wearing any clothes at all. I stayed there for a while, struggling to process all that had happened in that first night.
In normal time I would have found his racism sweet but for some reason, it got me secretly heated. This was the day I started hating Jonas with all my heart.
The first night in the house was the worst. I woke up covered in sweat with both my hands between my legs. I had been unconsciously playing with my boi pussy in my sleep. In 8 years of dating Jonas, I immediately understood what was wrong with my body. Something or someone had fucked up my hormones. There was no denying it. I was in heat.
I nervously made my way to the bathroom without waking up Jonas. I took a hard look at myself in the mirror and I looked like a scary mess. I timidly started playing with my ass but soon surprised myself playing the guitar with my cunt like a deranged hormonal whore. I looked around in panick but could not find anything big enough to my liking. In a desperate attempt, I violently snatched Jonas toothpick and slammed it hard in my ass. I immediately throw it against the wall in rage. That thing was too small to ever do anything to my boi cunt. It enraged me so much that I kicked the bathroom door open and made my way downstairs
I was like a feral bitch on the hunt. I had never been so horny in my whole life. Cloth hangers, deodorant sprays, Tv remote… I kept grabbing random object around the house but none of them had the cunt-shattering effect I wanted. I grew so frustrated with each try that I could not control my voice anymore. I kept purring and moaning in a total abandon of lust and rage. Suddenly my mind remembered that Jonas had picked up some giant aubergines on our way here.
I quickly ran to the fridge and picked up the biggest aubergine from the pack. While it was shorter than Kwame’s nigger dick it was thick enough to make my white boi pussy open like a garage. I got so excited at my finding that I immediately ran to get comfortable on the living room's sofa. Without hesitation, I voraciously stuffed the eggplant in my mouth to get it wet. When I was satisfied with how slippery it was, I simply lied down and raised my legs up like a vulgar whore in heat. I punched it all in one go in my harlot cunt.
At that moment I instantly felt at ease. It took everything from my being to not yell like a mentally disturbed person. My eyes rolled back and I instantly started shaking like a little whore. 5 minutes passed then 10 minutes and an hour. I just couldn’t get enough of that massive aubergine rattling my white boi pussy. I surprised myself at how hard I could slam the whole thing in my cunt. As my arm grew sore, I tried to readjust myself but I ended up pressing on the remote control for the TV by accident. It must have been 3 in the morning and MTV was playing on random rap music videos. I usually never listen to this kind of music but I surprised myself twerking like a bitch in heat to the rhythm. Before knowing it I was completely in synch with the rap flow. I could feel a tantric orgasm dangerously building in my core. I knew I was not ready for any of it and I quickly grew terrified of what was to come. I tried to stop but my hands just would not listen to me anymore. I was raping my whore cunt with a giant eggplant while my husband was sleeping upstairs.
My knees hit the remote again and the TV randomly changed to a news channel. I could not grasp the entirety of the program but it was about an alt right protest in Louisiana that had turned violent. The images, while not graphic, sent me in completely overdrive. That’s when I saw Kwame on the screen leading a protest of young black students like him. The news footage had been short but Kwame was seen roaring “black lives matter” while walking a Pan-African flag in the protest. I lost it and got into a violent animalistic horny rage. I spread my ass like never before and started squirting like a public fountain all over the sofa. The orgasm must have lasted at least 10 minutes as I kept rocking back and forth like I was having a seizure. One squirt after the other, I squirted like a dysfunctional whore with no shame. I felt so guilty and disgusted at I had just done that I instantly started crying.
A married houseband fantasising about a kid giant nigger cock. What the hell was wrong with me. I simply could not think of looking at myself. I instinctively ran to the window to close the curtain but I wasn’t at the end of my surprises for the night. In our lawn, Kwame was completely naked staring at the inside of the house. He had seen the whole thing. The horse hung teen had a giant vicious grin on his face. He was holding an anniversary picture of myself and Jonas in his left hand while obscenely massaging his dick in the other.
Kwame threw the picture on the grass and started urinating loudly on the picture. All the time he kept massaging his oversized nigger balls while staring at me. He must have pissed for a good 5 minutes without stopping at all on our anniversary picture. When he was done, he grabbed the picture and hand it back to me with no excuses.
“- I think this belongs to you," he said, "Put it back in your Boyfriend's wallet."
I took the piss soaked picture from his hands and barely muted a “thank you”. Kwame turned his back and slowly started walking back to his house. It was pitch black but it was easy to see that the horse hung nigger was not wearing any clothes at all. I stayed there for a while, struggling to process all that had happened in that first night.
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