Big Black Seduction (Interracial Anal Erotica) E-Book

Jane Snow

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Stephanie returns home to meet her new stepdad. Her mother has seemingly gotten over her racist behaviors after her divorce, though her new husband is still white. However, Stephanie is surprised to see how friendly she is with the new neighbor, a large hulking black man named Leroy, and his tiny petite white wife Cassa.

After she goes out with her friend, she returns home to find no one home. She's locked out and hears a strange noise coming from Leroy's house. When she peeks her head in to see the source, she's stunned to see the two going at it like rabbits. What's more amazing is the sheer size of Leroy's manhood.

She hurriedly tries to get back home but Leroy and Tina see her on their driveway. Stephanie isn't sure if they caught her peeking but they invite her in when they learn she's been locked out. Cassa has errands to run but has Leroy watch over Stephanie. Stephanie is unable to think about anything other than Leroy's monstrous rod. She decides to do something about it but does she manage to seduce the big black man?

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Big Black Seduction

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I looked around in wonderment as I drove through my old neighborhood.  The last time I'd seen the place was four years ago, before I headed off to college.  There were large mansion like homes nearby now and a small shopping center off the corner where a field used to be.  Like the neighborhood, my life had changed quite a bit as well.

My parents had split up and my mother remarried, to a man I had yet to see.  All I knew was that his name was Paul, and he was supposedly the tall, dark man of my mother's dreams.  I had also heard that there were new neighbors that had moved in, an interracial couple, which was strangely ironic for me as my mother used to be quite the racist.

I turned another corner and smiled at the thought.  Come to think of it, bits of my mother’s racism were inside me.  I'd always avoided people who weren't white, I could count the number of non-white friends on one, two-fingered hand.  To add, I'd never dated or hooked up with a black man, always figuring they were some thug types.  I finally turned and pulled to a stop on my old driveway.

Memories flooded me as I stared at my old house.  It looked exactly the same as when I had left.  The pristine grass, neatly trimmed bushes, and the large brick house in the middle of it all.  I hopped out of my car and headed to the trunk of the car.  A loud squeal caught my attention and I saw my mom running over to me.

"Lori!"  My mother shouted as she gave me a big hug.

"Mom!"  I shouted and hugged back.

My mother looked younger and slimmer than before I had left.  I had to do a double check, looking up and down at her.  She was a striking image of me, just with a few more wrinkles.  Like me, my mother had a small oval face, nearly symmetrical, with deep set blue eyes, a sharp pointed nose, slight bits of freckles on her rosy cheeks, and lightly pouted, rounded lips, all surrounded by flowing blonde hair.  Below were her lean shoulders, leading down to her rounded breasts atop her fairly small waist which fed down to her long legs.  The only major differences were the slight wrinkles around my mother's eyes, the bits of white hair and that I was a bit slender and taller.

"Wow mom!  You've... wow... you look great!"  I blurted out.

My mother blushed and lightly tapped me on the shoulder.  "Oh shut up.  I'm the same."

I moved back and raised an eyebrow.  "No, seriously, you look amazing!  You didn't get surge-"

"What?!  No!  It’s Paul.  He's a total gym fanatic.  He's been really helping me workout."  My mother cut me off sharply.

"Amy!"  A low booming voice called out.

My mother turned and I looked up at the house.  To say I was shocked was an understatement.  A large hulking white man, with fiery red hair made his way out of the house, his muscular frame nearly covering the entire door frame.  He was only wearing sweatpants, his pale, but neatly tanned, sculpted body glistening in the bright sunlight.  He looked like an ancient Roman statue come to life with his large bulging muscles and chiseled abs.  It was quite the stark contrast from my father.

"Mom..."  I whispered.

My mother turned to me, her face a bit flushed.

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