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Thanks for stopping by, the very pretty black woman, my new nextdoor neighbour, smiled, inviting me into her new home... the former home of my best friend whod moved to Oklahoma for family reasons a couple weeks ago. No problem, I smiled warmly, hoping she was going to be someone nice and worth getting to know. This was a gated community, and the majority of the women living here were stuckup bitches who wouldnt give me... and now her, I was certain... the time of day. Most women here had never worked in their lives, because they came from very rich families. I, on the other hand, had ended up living in this pretentious community after working my whole life as a secondary school teacher and receiving a surprise inheritance from a student Id taught years ago. I was her home room teacher for all four years, which meant that officially I was also her counselor, and shed taken full advantage of my services. Not that Id minded, the poor thing. Her parents divorce in her freshman year had devastated her, and her fathers death a year later had crushed her spirit all over again. To make matters worse she was a lesbian, and that was still pretty much unacceptable in the late eighties and early nineties, especially in the conservative south crazy how little its changed since I left over twenty years ago. But shed graduated and moved on to far better things, until after a couple decades she passed away unexpectedly from an aneurism. At least shed gone quickly, and her abdominal pain at the end was brief. Wed kept in contact a little during those twenty years, and shed once sent me a very moving and rambling letter of gratitude, describing my support of her during her tough high school years, and how much it still meant to her in her opinion, if not for my loving support and my wise counsel her words, and my shoulder always being there for her to cry on, she might have committed suicide at several points so she felt she owed me her life. I always thought she was overstating my virtues, but her gratitude was sincerely meant, which meant a lot to me. After acing college shed gone on to create a few medications that were key breakthroughs in cancer treatment her dad had died of cancer during her challenging high school years... alone after the divorce since she lived with her mother... all of which broke her heart, but also provided her with a fierce dedication to her cancer research, and she became very rich. She didnt marry. She didnt have kids. Her mother had passed a few years ago, and she was an only child. So she left me with a rather large inheritance... five million dollars. But since mine wasnt family money, most residents of the stuckup community saw me as beneath their notice. I didnt care I didnt want to be anything like them anyways. However, I soon did attract the notice of my snobby neighbors, but not in a good way in fact they were mortified. My scandalous crime was that I continued working, finished my Masters in psychology, and now had the affrontery to conduct sessions from my home... and thereby was committing an additional offense by welcoming socalled undesirables into this rich utopia. They had taken legal action... twice... to try to stop me from conducting such a seedy business counseling in the community, and Id recently heard they had hired a big time lawyer to see if the third time was indeed a charm. That said, I was already considering moving away from here. My daughter was eighteen and leaving for college in Cambridge Massachusetts after the summer holidays, and I was thinking of following her there. There would be nothing left for me here. My daughter gone. My husband having passed away eight years ago from a heart condition he didnt know he had until it was too late. Which was ironic, since my friend and benefactor had died more recently in such a similar way. So, yes, I was rich. I was also frugal with my money, and had invested well and almost doubled my money in the last few years. My primary goal was for my daughter never to be in need. She also had inherited a nice chunk of money when she turned eighteen from a trust fund her father had set up for her, that would easily pay for all seven years she planned to attend Harvard. True, she had a full ride scholarship, she was a very smart girl, but the living expenses in Cambridge were crazy high. Anyways, my new neighbor I was visiting asked, Can I get you a coffee Yes, please, black, I said and then paused awkwardly. Its okay to have your coffee black, she smiled, dressed very elegantly in a flowerpatterned lightweight dress because of the heat wave we were suffering through, and surprisingly considering the weather, mocha coloured hosiery that I had to admit made her black legs shine. She added, oddly, in a tone I couldnt understand the purpose of, All things black are delicious. I thought of dark chocolate, which was the colour of her skin, and had to agree. Did I mention she was the first black woman in this gated community Ever It was scandalous. There goes the neighbourhood, and other offensive sentiments were being bandied about the community. She was also the youngest resident ever. Twentyfive. Her husband was a highend lawyer. Her family fit the financial level requirement of the community, but not the unwritten and fortunately unenforceable racial one. She, on the other hand, was a masseuse and, like me, would soon be polluting our pristine community with the undesirables such as middleclass people patronizing her home business. Thanks, I laughed awkwardly, Im afraid Ive been living in this 1950s suburbia too long. She smiled, There does appear to be a lack of colour here. Including you and your husband, there are two. And in case it needs saying, Im delighted youre here. Thanks its good to be among friends. By the way, my name is Kimberly, she said, offering me her hand in a normal way, unlike the dainty pinkyfinger bullshit of the community. Im Fran, I responded. Nice to meet you, she said. You too, I said, feeling something about her that made me comfortable. She wasnt pretentious. She was just a plain folks woman, like me. Youre the first one to stop by, she said, as she poured our coffees. No one from the welcome wagon I asked, even though it didnt surprise me. Theyd come to me reluctantly with a standard goody basket, set it down on my porch, rang the bell and left, but I was at least white, so I was better than Kimberly and her husband. Not unless youre the welcome wagon, she shrugged. More like a fellow pariah, I joked, but also wanted to give her a warning. My husband and me because were black and Im young, and you because you dont come from family money, she described our situations correctly. Yep, I nodded. Even though Hamilton and I earned our money. Scandalous I said mockingly. I hope you havent told anyone I know, she laughed, and I felt an instant connection and knew I had a new ally in my fight against the aristocratic bullshit of the community. We went outside to sit under an awning and to dangle our feet in her pool because of the heat, chatted like old friends and from that day on started getting together out there for daily coffees. A few days later she surprised me by asking who were the most racist women in the community. I rattled off the top five, not even needing to think about it, and she jotted them down. I wondered why and asked, What are you planning to do Start a revolution, she answered, which was about as vague an answer as one could give. I also met her husband Hamilton and he was a very good looking, friendly man, the word affable described him well, but it was pretty clear early on that Kimberly wore the pants in the household... although she never actually wore pants. What she did wear, always, were very lightweight summery dresses that allowed the cooling breezes through. What those breezes also did very frequently was to drape the fabric of her dresses closely against her curves, revealing that she never wore a bra. I tried not to notice, but with her voluptuous curves, that wasnt always easy. However, it was a good idea, and since it was just the two of us, I began going braless myself, and enjoying the cool breezes lightly wafting across my bosom. Kimberly was an amazing woman, but it was obvious she wasnt someone you wanted to fuck with unless you did it literally and then it would probably be fabulous. Shit, why was I thinking like that We were having cocktails in the early afternoon by her pool a couple weeks later when she asked, So, can I ask you a personal question Sure, I shrugged. Have you gotten laid since your husband died I choked on my drink. Out of all the personal questions she might have asked, this one had never entered my head. Sorry, Im a very blunt woman, she said, as she tinkled a summonyourservant bell, which I imagine shed learned from her appraisal of some of the other women in the community. No, I havent, I answered, as I encountered the first of many shocks that would occur over the next hour. Yes, Madam a beautiful blonde in a maids outfit approached Kimberly from the house. Please bring my friend a drink, Kimberly ordered. Yes, Madam, the maid nodded and turned to me. What may I get for you, maam A lemonade, please, I requested, still shocked at what I was witnessing... this upsidedown authority would rock the community to the core if it was known about. Make it a hard lemonade, Kimberly amended on my behalf. Yes, Madam, the pretty, modellike blonde nodded before walking away. Her skirt was so short, the entire lace tops of her thigh highs were in plain view. Do you know who that is Kimberly asked, once the maid had disappeared. I have no idea, I said, even as I wondered if any of the other women in the community knew about this. There were at least a dozen black maids in this community, also some Asian, Spanish and a few Pilipinos... but no other white maids at all, and this race role reversal would be the biggest scandal ever. She lives in this community, Kimberly hinted, smiling deviously. Then it hit me. She was Addison James daughter. No way, I gasped. Yep, Kimberly nodded, the revolution has begun. Which revolution is that I asked, curious as hell. The one I mentioned before what it consists of is turning all these white bitches and their daughters into sluts for me, Kimberly explained succinctly. No way, I repeated, both shocked by her plan, yet also turned on. The idea of these white... yes, bitches absolutely... being turned into pussy munchers to a black woman was way too delicious pun intended. Oh yes, that Addison bitch was on her knees begging to service me in under fifteen minutes, Kimberly revealed. How did you pull it off I asked, completely compelled by the notion. Id watched a fair amount of porn in the last few years, it was my release. Sometimes it was romantic porn, but mostly it was either lesbian Id be lying if I said I wasnt bicurious, interracial black cocks look so inviting to us white bitches, and this time I mean bitches in a sexy way, and gangbangs I know, Im pretty prim and proper, Ive only fucked one man in my life and none at all for eight years, but my deep dark fantasies frequently get that dark. Most white women cant resist chocolate, she answered vaguely, as the maid returned. She handed me the drink, and because of her demeanor and the sexy way she was dressed I said, Thank you, pretty girl. Thank you, maam, she replied with a little curtsey, not at all ashamed to be dressed in such stereotypically racially motivated attire. The flip of her skirt as shed curtseyed had given me a glimpse of her smooth mons and also given me the knowledge she had no panties. Things were getting very interesting, and I wondered if I should remove my own panties just to be polite. At least Id be a bit cooler. Do you want Abagail to eat your pussy Kimberly asked out of the blue and rather casually, surprise compounding surprise. Interesting had been an understatement What I asked, even though Id fully comprehended her words. Shes a fullservice maid, Kimberly explained. She cleans, she serves, she massages my feet, she eats pussy, sucks cocks, and takes whatever I want to give her into her cute little hole and then thanks me for it. Isnt that right, Abagail Yes, Madam, Abagail replied, a girl I now recalled had attended Harvard this past year. Do you want to eat my friends pussy Kimberly asked her politely. Id love to, Abagail replied, turning towards me and asking politely. May I please I was stunned. I was also horny. Eight years of fingers and toys are not the same as a real cock or tongue. Here Now I asked. Sure, Kimberly replied, standing up. Why not Its a little unorthodox, I pointed out as the prettiest girl Id ever seen face to face was now on her knees before me wearing not much more than a hopeful expression. The fact shed been offered to me in a sexual capacity appeared to be a signal that her dress code had been altered, for she had stripped off her dress. Her lightly tanned and slightly sweaty breasts were lovely. I want you to be my partner in crime, Kimberly told me. Together were going to own this community. Really I asked, as I parted my legs, effectively giving the blonde permission to dig right in. She reached her hands under my skirt and pulled down my panties, thus making my previous unvoiced offer irrelevant. They were quite moist because of the heat, but also because of the other reason. Yes, were going to turn every woman here into our pussymunching, cocktaking, submissive sluts, she declared. Mom loves your cock, Abagail gushed, as she tossed my panties aside. Now youve ruined my surprise, you dumb slut, Kimberly sighed, slapping the teens bare ass rather hard and making a loud smacking sound. Sorry, Madam, the blonde apologized, before she leaned between my sweaty legs and began licking. Your... cock, she said I asked, with a moan as the first tongue in eight years made contact with my wet, needy pussy. Yes, my late husband Jim was the kind of wonderful man who loved dining on my sushi. So I guess the secret is out of the bag, she sighed as she pulled her dress over her head to reveal a massive pair of tits and an equally impressive and massive cock where her pussy should have been. Oh my, I said, staring at the eightplusinch ebony cock jutting from between her toned and also sweaty legs. Thats what that Addison bitch said just before I face fucked her in front of her help, Kimberly bragged, as she stroked her glorious cock into its full hardness. Its so big, I said, in awe of both the teen doing a number between my legs and the massive black cock presenting itself between Kimberlys legs. Its a gift, she shrugged, as she walked over to me... her massive, I guesstimated nineinch cock now right before me. Figuring that nudity must be de riguer by now, I pulled my own dress over my head, revealing my sweatdrenched body, and feeling a trickle of perspiration running down between my breasts. In fact all three of us were shiny with sweat, and the now unobstructed breeze against my entire body felt marvelous. But there was also something else on my mind Kimberlys cock. I had to have it. A cock. Her cock. Her black cock. Right before me. A real, live BBC. Something Id fantasized about interacting with on many occasions but never had. I asked, as I reached out to stroke the thick cock, May I Certainly, if you wish, she said, looking down at me in a friendly fashion. Its been a long time, I said. How long Eight years, I answered, my eyes glazing over in a hypnotic daze at the perfection immediately before me and now blessedly in hand. Oh my God, she gasped. You poor thing. I know, I sighed. Thats an eternity, she said, mortified at my answer. It certainly felt that way, I laughed, but now... before opening my mouth and taking it in. Well, wed absolutely better make up for lost time, she declared, as I tried to get used to something so thick and long in my mouth. This cock was substantially bigger in both length and girth than my late husbands cock. I slowly bobbed, taking not even a third of it in my mouth as it completely hardened. It was indeed a majestic cock. Thats it, Fran, Kimberly moaned softly, get it nice and hard for that sweaty wet pussy of yours. That she was promising to fuck me with this perfect cock had me instantly on fire... well, and the nearnaked teen lapping away at my longneglected pussy. Well, and the hot, humid day. I responded by bobbing faster. Oh yes, you want my big cock, dont you Fuck, yes, I responded quickly, wanting her to know my urgency before devouring her cock again, although my body language was probably also rather clear. After another thirty seconds of sucking that majestic cock, Kimberly pulled out and said, I want you. Come ride me. Fuck, yes, I agreed eloquently as Kimberly lay down on a chaise. I literally pushed the pussypleasing pet away and scurried over to the huge, vertical cock saluting me. Everybody else in this neighbourhood will have to beg for this cock, Kimberly said, as I straddled her hips so I was facing her. But you, my dear friend, will get to use it anytime you want. Then no one else will ever have a chance to use it, I smiled playfully, as I lowered myself onto the big black cock and lay down on top of her, breast to breast and mouth to mouth. Oh, I have an amazingly quick reload, Kimberly said as I took her cock in my needy cunt. Oh fuck, its so big, I moaned, as I now enclosed nine inches of heaven. As my arousal combined with the ambient temperature to bring me to a boil. Its Gods gift to me... and now to you as well, Kimberly shrugged. Then Id better worship it properly, you lovely black angel, I countered as I began riding her. You may go and clean the kitchen, slut, Kimberly said and added, you may remain unclothed if you wish, as I was so obsessed with the cock within me Id forgotten a teenager was watching. Yes, Mistress, the teen said. And thank you. But with that lovely air conditioning inside, I think Ill put my dress back on. Kimberly replied with a silent wave, indicating the girl was at liberty to do as she wished in that respect. Soon every bitch wife and dumb daughter around will be our playthings, Kimberly declared as I tried to get into a rhythm. I wasnt the most coordinated woman ever, and I was struggling to get into a smooth flow. It didnt help that my sweaty body was slipping and sliding all over hers. I cant believe youre turning these pretentious bitches into your cock sluts, I marveled, loving the image... it was the perfect revenge upon the pretentious, rich, racist bitches of this community. And its so easy, Kimberly said, as she squeezed my tits. Really Then I want to watch you turn one of them, so I may learn from my new guru, I said, the visual so fucking hot. Pick the next bitch, and Ill make her and her daughter, if she has one, into your twentyfour seven playthings, Kimberly offered. Good help is easy to turn. So many choices, I smiled lasciviously, thinking of Josie Winters, the gossip queen, who had eighteenyearold twins Cameron Walters, the one whod hired the lawyers in an attempt to put me out of business, who only had sons I wondered if she fucked boys too... then I wondered did she fuck her husband or the bitch across the street who glared at me every fucking day. Her daughter was as dumb as a rock, likely dumber. They will all fall, Kimberly proclaimed, before adding, they always do. I cant wait, I said, pondering which bitch I could have as my own... the offer seemed too good to be true... yet I knew it was a sincere offer, and because of Abagail I knew Kimberly could deliver on her promise. Anytime, Kimberly smiled, before adding, but first, let me fuck you now. Im out of practice, I worried. And slippery. Watch your step I joked. Well, practice makes perfect, she said as I climbed off her. Along the way, I couldnt stop myself from dropping back down and sucking my wetness off her cock. Partly because I wanted that cock back in my mouth. Partly because Ive always loved the taste of my pussy on a cock, this proclivity today having doubled to two cocks in my lifetime. Youre insatiable, she moaned, as I bobbed like the hungry slut I currently was. After a couple dozen bobs, I explained, Its been a long time. Plus, this chocolate cock of yours is completely irresistible. Ive heard that before, she said as she stood up, but thank you for reiterating the sentiment. I got on all fours, wanting to be mounted like a bitch in heat, which this time seemed an appropriate simile for two reasons, and I turned my head to watch as she moved behind me. What a nice ass, Kimberly complimented, caressing it. Thanks, I said, wondering if it would be humanly possible to take that cock in my ass... something else Id never done, but had often fantasized doing since reading so much erotica in the past few years. That looks like a virgin hole, she said as she rubbed her cock up and down my pussy lips. Which one I joked with a moan. Both, I guess, she laughed, as she continued teasing me. Please shove that big dick back in my pussy, I begged. I need it so bad. She slid it in with one deep thrust and holding my slippery hips, really began to fuck me. Oh yes, fuck I moaned, as I got the fucking Id been craving since Id first seen her cock and wondered how Id possibly gone eight years without a real dick in me. Such a tight pussy, Kimberly purred, as she fucked me hard, perspiration from her chin and breasts dripping onto my back. Oh fuck, was all I could muster as the heat and the pleasure consumed me. Im going to be fucking this tight white cunt a lot, she informed me, which was music to my ears. Eight years of celibacy was eight years too long, and I was hoping to make up for lost time. I moaned, In between turning white bitches into submissive sluts. Well, of course, she laughed, as she fucked me better than my husband ever had sorry Jim. My orgasm built in record speed, and I babbled, Dont stop, Oh, God, fuck, So good, Pound me harder, and So close. Come for me, Fran, she said, never slowing down, her nine inches sliding in and out furiously and reaching depths I didnt know existed. And for some reason the saunalike air around us was energizing rather than enervating. Oh yes, God, fucking, fuckety, fuck, fuck, fuck, I screamed incoherently, as my orgasm ripped through me. You look so hot while youre coming, she said, as she kept fucking me, although more slowly now. So good, I said weakly, as pleasure consumed me. So fucking wet, she said, as she pulled out a minute later. Everywhere, she added with a chuckle. I want your cum, I said as I turned around and took her cock, dripping with my own cum, into my mouth. Oh yes, suck my cock, you eager little slut, she moaned. At the moment all I wanted was to be a slut. A slut for her. A slut like in the stories I read. I moaned in response as I bobbed, determined to get a full load of her cum. Im close, Fran, she moaned a couple minutes later. If you want a facial rather than a beverage, youd best back off. In reply I bobbed faster, desperate for her cum. Desperate to feel her warm load explode in my mouth. Oh yes, youre a great cock sucker, Fran, she said just as she grunted and deposited a load of creamy cum into my mouth. I swallowed it all, getting a massive rush from this unique beverage. When she pulled out I asked, looking up hungrily, So how long to reload She laughed, For a proper reload, maybe an hour or so. Why dont we go inside and plan who to seduce next And why dont you call over Addison so I can sit on her face That way she cant look down her nose at me, I requested, already getting greedy for revenge. I can do that, she smiled, pulling me up and kissing me. So a full hour I asked, with a smile thinking I was going to make up for eight years of no cock with a lot of cock. ONLY THE BEGINNING... maybe.