Heather
Heather's heart pounded harder and harder as she felt Randy's strong, muscular black frame. She giggled softly when he whispered, "You're my little snow bunny." If only her racist boyfriend Justin could see her now, quivering in anticipation while in the arms of this black hunk. As Heather and Randy locked in a long, passionate kiss, she began to get light headed. She'd been with other men before Justin, but never a black man. If their kiss was any indication, she knew that he was about to give her some of the most intense orgasims she's ever experienced. Randy knew how excited she was. He could see her erect nipples, he felt her soaked blonde pussy against his thigh, but he also knew from expereince some white girls can be a little timid during their first time with a black man. As they pulled back from their kiss, the look in her eyes said it all - I want you so bad, but I am a little scared. She didn't have to say the words, but Randy answered her anyway, "That's okay baby girl. Take your time."
"I am just worried about Justin finding out." Heather said.
"Girl," Randy said, "I'll take care of his ass. Besides, he's the one who should
be worried, because after tonight, you ain't never gonna want that white boy's dick again." Heather laughed and tightened her grip around Randy.
She was ready.
Flash forward to around 4 am. Heather and Randy had been going at it all night, with each orgasim more intense than the last. It was also around that time her pussy erupted like a gyser, as she sprayed her love juice all the way up to the ceiling. She never thought she could do that, but Randy's thick black man meat, along with years of her pent up jungle fever desires made it happen. All Heather could do was lay there and shake in a trance like state as her pussy juice rained back down on top of them. For a moment she thought about Justin. Sure he was going to be pissed, but he could never understand the strong sexual nature between black men and white women. Heather realized she didn't even know what real sexual satisfaction was until tonight. And Randy was right, no white boy could ever give it to her like this.
"Will you come with me tomorrow to tell Justin?" Heather asked.
Randy reached over and picked up a small digital camera.
"I got a better idea. Let's show him."
