Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2016 17:18:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Going Black (Lesbian/Interracial, oral, anal, F/FFF

Warning:

Interracial, oral, anal, F/FFF

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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                     Going Black

                        By
                       Jan

      My family came from small town that was almost
exclusively white families that were from northern
European countries.  The kind of community where
the captain of the football team marries the sexiest
blonde right out of high school, and when he flunks
out of college he comes home to pump gas at the local
Chevron gas station, and his wife has four children
and winds up weighing 250 pounds.

      The only exposure to minorities I had was TV
news stations, and our social studies classes.  I was
totally ignorant when it came to understanding what
it was like for Mexican and the black communities.
They didn't mean anything to me at that time.

      I was dissatisfied with my prospects, and didn't
accept my parent's beliefs, which led to a lot of
arguments.  Upon graduation from high school I
couldn't get away fast enough.  I was so naive that I
didn't understand how hard it would be to find a job
in the big city without an education,

      I didn't have much money in my checking account,
so as soon as I got off the bus I looked up the
location of the nearest Young Women's Christian
Association (YWCA).  As soon as I got a room I used
the local paper to look for both a cheap apartment
and a job.

      It took longer than I anticipated before I found
a menial job working in a pickle factory.  Most of the
works were black women with white male supervisors.
My job was to stand next to a conveyor belt and look
for defective pickles and remove them.  My salary
was just minimum wage.  I did my best to save as
much money as I could.

      The rent for apartments was high, so I had to
look for the cheapest one I could find.  When I had
enough money set aside to pay the first month's rent,
cleaning fees, and get the utilities turned on I
contacted the manager of an apartment close to the
where I worked.  I was living on two meals a day just
to pay the rent on a small single apartment.

      I eventually learned that the area in was living in
was virtually a black ghetto.  Riding busses and
shopping in the area I was exposed to the lascivious
advances of black males that thought that any white
woman in the area was a whore.  They thought they
were irresistible and would try and pick me up.  It
was difucult to deflect their advances without pissing
them off.  Occasionally an older black man or woman
would come to my defense.  Even the white line
bosses thought they could make physical advances up
on any of the girls on the line including me.  I did my
best to never be in a situation where I would not be
alone with any of the males.

      We had a clean lunchroom but I had to live on a
limited budget, so I brought meager paper bag
lunches.  There were a few women that I became
friends with.  They told me their stories during lunch
break.  There was one 40-year-old woman that
became my best friend.  Her name was Pearl.  She
was stocky woman about five-feet seven tall, 150
pounds.  Her body was the color of light milk
chocolate.  Her hair was coarse, and she used
something straighten it.  The color of her hair was a
brick orange color that nature had never created.

      She had a hard life!  She was raped by an uncle as
a young girl, and gang rapped by a bunch of high
school boys when she was only thirteen.  She married
a lazy drunk at sixteen.  She was spared having
children because the gang raped had scarred her
cervix in such a way that she couldn't conceive
naturally.  When she got tired of supporting the
drunk-bastard she kicked him out and divorced him.

      One evening after work she invited me to have
dinner with her.  I had been living the life a celibate
because I really didn't feel safe outdoors after dark,
so I accepted.  We took the bus to her apartment.  It
was not much different than mine, but she had
personal touches making it her home.  She invited me
to make myself comfortable while she changed
clothes.  When she emerged from her bedroom she
was wearing a silk dressing gown and slippers.

      Pearl set about heating up a dinner she had
obviously prepared earlier.  She was a good cook and
the apartment soon smelled of a delicious meal.  We
talked continuously while she cooked and set up the
dinette.  We sipped red wine until dinner was ready.
The meal was so delicious and I wouldn't refuse to eat
seconds.  Afterwards she made me sit in the living
room while she cleaned up.  When she joined me on
the couch we talked about ourselves until we knew a
lot about each other's life.

      Pearl asked me if I would like to join her in
smoking a little pot.  I had never done anything like
that before, but I wondered what it would be like, so
I agreed.  She opened a small box on the coffee table
that contained a little pipe with a small bowl, a plastic
bag containing a small amount of greenish-brown plant
material, and a cheap 'Bic' lighter.  She filled the pipe
and hand it to me, while I took the bit into my mouth
she held the lighter to the bowl, and she told me to
inhale the smoke and try and hold my breath as long
as possible.  When I did as told she took a hit on the
pipe, while I sat there unable to keep from sputtering
until I had to exhale.  We each took a couple of hits
before the tobacco was burned up.

      I sat there thinking that something was wrong,
because I didn't feel any different for a while.  I
don't know how long it was, but eventually it felt like
the lights had been turned down.  It was like the 120
watt bulbs had been changed to 10 watt bulbs.  Then
my body felt as if I was detached from it.  When
Pearl took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth
it felt exciting, but almost as if it was happening to
someone else.

      I felt a rush of emotion for her, and returned the
kiss.  We were sucking each other's tongue as we
kissed.  Then I felt Pearl's hands on my breasts.  It
was another forbidden thrill.  When she started
undressing me it was as if it was happening to another
body.  When she exposed my breasts she molded one
tit with her hand while sucking on my other tit.

      I had masturbated to orgasm many times, but I
had not felt anything like what Pearl was inspiring in
me at that moment.

      I don't even remember her removing all of my
clothes.  One moment my dress was around my waist,
and the next moment my naked butt was sitting on
the rough weaved material of the cheap couch.  Pearl
put her hand on my pussy and stared finger fucking
me with her thick fingers.  When I closed my eyes
there was a moment of blankness but when I opened
my eyes Pearl was on her knees between my legs.  Her
orange hair obscured the view of my pussy.  She was
clinging to my hips while she ate my pussy.  It felt
like a lifetime before I had an orgasm that felt like it
would never end.

      When I slowly returned to normal Pearl pulled me
to my feet and guided me to her bedroom.  She
placed me in the middle of her bed and removed her
dressing gown.  I was impressed with the size of her
breasts.  They sagged a little without support, and
her large areolas and nipples were a much darker
chocolate brown.  Her tummy bulged a little, but I
was looking at her vulva.  She had shaved all of her
pubic hair off.  I had never seen a woman with a
clitoris like hers.  It stuck out from between the
valley of her cunt.  Her labia minor were a darker
brown and the exposed clit was a pinkish-purple.

      I had seen pictures of black men's cocks before
and Pearl's clitoris looked like a little version of a
black penis.

      When Pearl mounted the bed I closed my eyes
again and there was another moment of oblivion.
When I opened my eyes I was looking up at Pearl's big
wet pussy with the penis like clit, and I could see her
dark brown asshole.  I could smell her womanly odor,
as she lowered her cunt to my mouth.  At the same
time I felt a mouth claiming my pussy.  It was like
two separate events.  I eventually had another
orgasm that was like a blackout.

      Pearl turned around and covered us with her
sheet and blankets, as she cuddled against my body.
She wrapped her legs around my right leg.  We fell
asleep clinging to each other.

      In the morning the smell of the room woke me up,
and it took me a moment to remember where.  The
room didn't smell like my bedroom, and there was the
heat of the naked woman next to me.  Then two
things occupied my brain.  First I needed to empty my
bladder, and second I felt like I was starving.

      I tried to disengage myself from her body, so
that I could make my way to her bathroom.  Naturally
my movement woke Pearl up.  She kissed me on the
mouth.  As her face came close I could smell her
morning breath, and knew mine wasn't any better, but
when she kissed me I couldn't smell anything.

      I pleaded, "Please...I have to pee badly!"

      Pearl chucked, "You and me both!"

      We untangled our bodies and headed for the
bathroom.  Pearl insisted on me peeing first.  While I
sat down to pee Pearl brushed her teeth.  It was
embarrassing for me to listen to my pee splashing
into the toilet bowl water with Pearl standing right
next to me.  When I finished and wiped, we changed
places.  I used her toothbrush while she peed.

      Normally I would have been self-conscious about
being naked in the presence of another naked woman,
but this morning I couldn't take my eyes off of this
woman.

      Then my stomach reminded me how hungry I was.
When I told Pearl how hungry I was Pearl laughed,
"Honey...we have the munchies.  That is one of the
after effects of smoking pot!  I will make us
breakfast right away!"

      It didn't even dawn on me to get dressed after all
we had done the night before.  I followed her around
the small kitchenette while she made a large country
breakfast.  I'm talking poached eggs on toasted
English muffins, sausage patties, covered with
generous portion of white gravy.  We ate the
breakfast like it was our last meal and washed it down
with several cups of black coffee.

      She put the dishes in the sink to soak, while we
lounged around.  We cuddled together on the couch.
This time when we kissed I tasted coffee.  I wanted
to please her the same way she had pleased me last
night.  I lifted one of her breasts and sucked on the
dark nipple.  She stroked my hair, and told me how
much she envied my soft hair.  When I felt like I had
sucked on her tit long enough, I slid off the couch to
the floor between her legs.  This time I didn't miss a
moment of what was happening.

      I didn't want to ever forget the smell of her
pussy and what it taste like.  She had a very wet
pussy.  I buried my face in her pussy while sucking on
her clit again.  It was strange looking up at her brown
eyes over her tits.  I was rewarded with a mouth full
her juices when she cried out that she was cumming.

      Just when I thought we had done everything
possible, Pearl had me get on my hands and knees with
my head resting on the arm of the couch.  I had no
idea what she was planning to do until I felt her place
her hands on my butt and spread my ass open.  Then I
felt her warm breath on my puckered asshole.  I
couldn't believe it when she kissed my asshole and
proceeded to lick my asshole and stick her tongue
into the hole.  She used her finger to tickle my clit at
the same time.  It came as a surprise when I actually
had an orgasm from her rimming my asshole.

      Pearl didn't ask me to do it to her, but she did
turn around and cross her arms over the other
armrest and kneel on the couch.  Her big butt was
right there in front of my face.  I had to at least
check out what her asshole looked like up close.
When my nose was close enough smell her asshole I
found that it actually smelled sweeter than I would
have though.  I ended up actually enjoying rimming
her asshole.  The rest of the weekend was spent in
the nude repeating every sexual act we could think
of.

      We spent so much time at each other's apartment
that we finally agreed to move in with each other.
Pearl had a nicer apartment so I moved in with her.
For two nights the sex was unbelievable.  Then on the
third night there came a knock on the door.  It was a
nice looking black woman no older than me.

      There was that pregnant pause when we
recognized that we were both lovers of Pearl.  The
woman said, "That explains why you haven't called me
lately!"  She turned away and stormed off in a huff.

      Pearl sat me down and told me that she had
always been a lesbian.  That girl had been her latest
lover.  It bothered me that Pearl had discarded a
lover so casually.  I had to admit that sex with Pearl
was the strongest attraction.  I asked her how many
other women she had made love to.  Pearl couldn't tell
me how many other's there had been.  She simply told
me that it had all been good.

      It would take me awhile to process the
information.  I could end our relationship or I would
have to accept the fact that Pearl was going to
someday be unfaithful to me.

      By bedtime I had decided to enjoy the sex, and
didn't stop Pearl when she started feeling me up.  I
even participated in a mutual pussy eating before we
slept.

      The next weekend Pearl asked me if I would like
to go to a party.  I had not socialized with a group of
people in ages, so the prospect of getting out and
meeting other people was too good of an opportunity
to pass up.

      We spent Saturday morning getting ready for the
party.  I put on my best party dress, and Pearl even
wore a nice dress and plenty of makeup.  We took the
bus to the row buildings known as the projects.  We
had to walk up three floors, because the elevators
were out of order.  We could have found the party
simply by the noise, and smell of booze and cigarette
smoke.

      As we entered the apartment the smell off cheap
perfume and sweat was added to the mix.  Pearl
introduced me to the birthday girl.  She was another
full figured tall black woman.  Her hair looked like a
male Lyon's mane.  She was already pretty drunk.

      The party was in full swing, and I notices that
most of the party goers were females.  There were
some that were very feminine and others that were
dressed more like men.  No woman would have to
worry about the males at the party hitting on them
because they were obviously gay.

      Pearl and I were drinking a little more than
necessary.  Pearl stared hitting on a couple of sexy
tarts, while the birthday girl was hitting on me.

      When she whispered in my ear that she wanted to
take me to bed, I accepted.  She took me by the arm
and ushered me to another apartment on another
floor.  We took each other's clothes off, and got on
the bed.  This woman didn't shave any pubic hair off.
It had been a warm night and the added proximity of
so many women in a small apartment had caused her
to sweat profusely, as a result her underarms had a
strong aroma.  She proudly lifted her left arm and
pressed my nose against her underarm.  I was forced
to smell the pungent odor.  It turned me on, and I
licked her sweaty underarm.

      She was a light colored back women, so the
contrast between her flesh and her areolas and labia
lips was significant.  Her whole body smelled of sweat
and perfume, but her cunt was particularly strong
smelling.  That didn't stop me form really getting into
eating her pussy.

      When we finished and got dressed we returned to
the party.  The party was beginning to come to an
end.  Most of the party goes had already left.  The
remaining women were pretty drunk and were making
out with each other.   I'm talking about more than
necking.  They were sucking tits, and eating pussies.
Pearl was obviously looking for me.  When she saw me
she could tell that I had been with the birthday girl.
She was pissed.

      We hardly talked on the bus ride home.  When we
were behind closed doors she confronted me, "Why
the fuck were you having sex with that bitch?"

      "You were busy flirting with those other girls.  I
saw you sticking your finger into that young girl's
pussy, so why shouldn't I go to bed with a woman that
showed an interest in my ass?"

      She complained, "You smell of her pussy, sweat,
and perfume!  Take a bath before coming to bed."

      "We better both take bath, you stink of pussy
too."

      We couldn't stay mad at each other while we
washed each other.  We went to bed naked and ate
pussy most of the night.  We came to an arrangement
that night.  We would have sex with other women
together.

      The first test of our new arrangement came when
a young girl barely out of her teens.  Pearl called
her and explained to her in my presence that she was
living with another woman, but if she didn't mind
having sex with two women, she could come over.

      It was only about an hour before there was a
knock on the door.  I was standing next to Pearl when
she answered the door.  The girl had the figure of an
athlete.  She had small breasts and her hair was close
to her head or nappy looking.

      The look on her face told me that she didn't
expect that Pearl's new girlfriend would be a white
girl.  She got over the surprise quick enough.  We
retired to the bedroom, and I found out what it was
like to have my pussy sucked while I was eating pussy
of a third person.

      It was only a few months before I was totally
into partying with groups of black women.  When we
were at a party I met another white woman, and we
agreed "When you go black, you never go back!"



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