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“Thank goodness it’s Friday”, Tammy said to her self, as she walked into her apartment. After a long day at work, all she wanted to do was soak in a nice hot bath.

As she walked to the bathroom, she began taking off her clothes. She was a pretty woman, 39 years old, 5′2, 195lbs, 38D, and her pussy was completely shaved. She was a BBW, and very proud. If you didn’t like the way she looked, then don’t look, was her attitude.

By the time she got to the bathroom, she was naked. She turned on the water, and plugged the bathtub. She poured in bath salts, to help her relax. Dipping her hand into the water, to make sure it wasn’t too hot, she stepped into the tub.

She lowered herself, and sat down in the hot water. It felt great, and she laid back, and enjoyed the sensation. She closed her eyes, and began to fantasize. She fantasized a lot lately, about rough, nasty sex. Lately her fantasies had involved only black men. For reasons she could never explain, or understand, she felt the need to be used by a black man. She even had visions, of being the center of a gangbang, of all black men. Everyone calling her names, and violating her always wet pussy.
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Lena lay on her back, down on the king-sized bed of the hotel. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. What stared back at her was not what she expected. Instead of seeing a tall, slim Irishwoman with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes, she saw a disheveled woman screaming and moaning like a common whore as a massive black man buried his gigantic cock into her tight asshole. This was a very unexpected position that she found herself in. how did she wind up like this? Now that is quite a story.

Lena was a student at Cadmus college. A budding young feminist from Utah. In her civics class, there were ten women and seven men. One of the men was black. His name was Troy, a linebacker on the school’s football team. Lena couldn’t keep her eyes off Troy. He was a tall, broad-shouldered and quite frankly large black male with dark brown skin and golden eyes. He was simply beautiful. Lena couldn’t keep her eyes off him. She had seen Troy walking around the campus with Eileen, his tall, sexy black girlfriend. They made quite the couple.

Lena couldn’t understand her fascination with the sexy black athlete. He was a smart-mouthed, arrogant and cocky macho man. He thought himself superior to those around him. In many ways, she had to admit that he was. This sexy stud was well-known on campus. He wasn’t just a great athlete. He was also a brilliant student. He was an engineering major. His father was a state representative and his mother was a district attorney. Troy was no common athlete. He came from good stock. Lena was impressed. She herself came from the country and she lived in a small farming town in Idaho. Boston was the furthest she’d ever been from home.
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As he and Jamal waited to see if Jill Freeman would show up, Reggie went back to his video game. He noticed that Jamal had gone to his computer and was furiously typing. Reggie was always after Jamal to spend more time on his schoolwork, so he asked his friend, “you finally doing some homework?”

“No, man, I’m making a list of all these sorority bitches,” Jamal answered. “I’m going to track this shit on the computer.”

Reggie just shook his head and concentrated on his game.

About fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. Jamal jumped up and opened it.

“Hey girl, get your fine ass in here,” Jamal greeted Jill. Jamal kissed her deeply, running his hands over her ass as he did.

Jamal pulled away from Jill and turned toward Reggie.

“Jill, this is Reggie, Reggie this is Jill,” Jamal said, pushing Jill forward so Reggie could get a good look at her.

Reggie recognized Jill as someone he had seen around campus. She wasn’t really his type. She had frosted or bleached hair, wore too much makeup, and dressed provocatively. Tonight she had on a cotton top that showed a lot of cleavage and ended just below her breasts. She had on a short skirt that sat low on her hips, exposing her naval and most of her stomach. Reggie had to admit that she looked hot, even if slutty.
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Jamal Reynolds and Reggie Wilson had been steady friends since the beginning of two-a-days their freshman season at Jackson College. They were seniors, enjoying the last year of a good ride. Having given up all dreams of pro football, they had no pressure and could just enjoy the college life as football stars.

Jackson was a small, religious liberal arts college in rural Alabama. Other than the football and basketball players, most of the 1,500 students were white. The black students were generally well received on campus, and Jamal, Reggie, and the other black athletes enjoyed the revered status customarily accorded jocks in the south. Jackson College played in Division II, and Jamal had been all-conference last year, while Reggie was a three-year starter.

Although they had become inseparable at Jackson College, Jamal and Reggie were different in many ways. Reggie was from a nearby small town, and came from a conservative, religious family, while Jamal was from Birmingham, and was street-wise. Each had influenced the other: Reggie had toned down Jamal’s partying and hanging out a bit, while Jamal had helped Reggie gain confidence with the ladies.

The two athletes really enjoyed the social life on the Jackson campus. There were very few black girls to date, but the white girls seemed fascinated with the muscular, toned black athletes, and violating the social taboo of interracial dating appealed to the rebellious nature of the coeds. Some of the girls wouldn’t necessarily be seen in public with a black guy, but they would throw themselves at them privately.
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Imagine it’s 4am & these are the last 2 black guys to leave the party & she’s been on offer all night!

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