Chapter 4 of my hit interracial series "The Fascination of Ashley", all 3 chapters certified "Hot" by Literotica so far, is coming soon!
First, read chapter 1: https://www.blacktowhite.net/threads/the-fascination-of-ashley.94183/
Then, chap 2: https://www.blacktowhite.net/threads/the-fascination-of-ashley-pt-2.94986/
Chap 3: https://www.blacktowhite.net/threads/the-fascination-of-ashley-pt-3.98300/
And now, your chapter 4 preview!
THE FASCINATION OF ASHLEY CHAPTER 4 PREVIEW
Little clicks and chirps sounded from Ashley's phone as she reclined on the bed, fuzzy pink comforter tickling her skin. The evening was hot - even in her short red athletic shorts and tank top, she found her skin becoming mildly flush with a light, barely detectable sheen of sweat collecting softly across her body. Her bare feet fidgeted against each other idly while she stared into the iPhone held in her hands.
Reaching up to brush a long blonde hair out of her eyes, she extended one slender finger toward the screen and pressed the icon for her Facebook app - the young woman's best friend. She had a few notifications, a few messages... nothing too out of the ordinary.
Nothing too out of the ordinary... she let out a slow sigh as she lazily dragged her finger along the Facebook news feed, her disengaged eyes bombarded by photos and advertisements. The day had been anything but ordinary. The number of shocks and surprises she'd had today made the rest of her life up to this point seem utterly boring.
First, she had accidentally seen something she never thought she'd see: her own lily-white mom, blonde and petite like Ashley herself, having hardcore sex with the ripped, black gym teacher Mr. Smith. The sounds of her mom's deep-seated and pleasured groans against the backdrop of Mr. Smith's roaring orgasm were still echoing in her brain, the sight of his dark black cock hungrily diving into her mom's pink velvet pussy lips burning in Ashley's brain.
She wondered if she'd ever recover from that.
Ashley noticed her groin growing hot at the memories, her legs pressing together *******.
Neither was she prepared for what would come next - the discovery that her cute, curvy cousin Jenna - gorgeous smile, sandy blonde hair down to her butt, and boobs that could ******* a man - was dating, Darius, a huge black bastketball player she met at college. This had seemed taboo to Ashley; Jenna was your average white girl from the suburbs. She wore uggs and yoga pants in the cold and shorts with sandals in the heat, wore her hair long when going out and in a messy bun in casual settings, and carried sweet Starbucks frappucinos with her nearly everywhere she went. Some might call her a "basic bitch" - Ashley smiled to herself at the thought. Jenna was no bitch, but definitely might be basic.
Anyway, Darius was... stunning. He had taken Ashley's breath away. His skin was nearly coal black with shining white teeth and small diamond studs in each ear. He seemed to be double Jenna's height and sporting tight, attractive muscles across his body. Ashley couldn't help but be floored by the sight of them together. It was the contrast - his dark powerful frame by her sweet, plush white body and bright smile.
And his voice... oohhh, that deep bassy voice.
Ashley felt a pang of uncontrollable jealousy. But only for a moment.
But then - as if she were living in some kind of scripted story - she made yet another intriguing discovery: her favorite teacher from high school - Mrs. Mandy Johnson, a lovely 20-something brunette whom all the girls looked up to - was apparently married to a black man, if Ashley's sight of them in each other's arms at the beach was any indication. Mrs. Johnson was sporting an enormous, proud pregnant belly under the soft fabric of her sundress, her husband's large dark hands gently extending over it from behind while they looked out over the ocean together. Mrs. Johnson seemed so... Content... in his arms. Looking at them together, Ashley could tell that her man was everything Mrs. Johnson had wanted.
And of course, knowing that she was pregnant... that meant that they were having sex. Well, obviously. But the implication carried such weight. Ashley couldn't help wondering what they must have been like... Mrs. Johnson's long brown hair draped down her naked back, large breasts hanging low as her well-hung black husband slowly but firmly bucked his cock forward into her with true, honest strokes of pipe, the two of them rocking in unison and moaning loudly as they ravish each other's hungry young bodies...
But even all of that, all of the bizarre coincidences regarding ladies she looked up to suddenly being in the romantic company of handsome black men, could not necessarily match the final suprise of the day:
Mr. Smith's ******* Andre - the formerly skinny, goofy Andre from high school - had changed. Back from college for the summer, where he now started on the football team, he had returned the spitting image of how his dad must've looked two decades ago - tall, strong, dark, confident, and very, very muscular.
Yet he was still the Andre that Ashley had known - friendly and outgoing, with a mischievious glint in his eye.
But all boyishness was gone. He wasn't a boy anymore.
He was a man.
And he had asked Ashley out on a date.
Tall, black, athletic Andre, college football star, had come back into town and asked Ashley - normal, neighborhood girl who never really thought of herself as anything special - on a date.
To be continued...
First, read chapter 1: https://www.blacktowhite.net/threads/the-fascination-of-ashley.94183/
Then, chap 2: https://www.blacktowhite.net/threads/the-fascination-of-ashley-pt-2.94986/
Chap 3: https://www.blacktowhite.net/threads/the-fascination-of-ashley-pt-3.98300/
And now, your chapter 4 preview!
THE FASCINATION OF ASHLEY CHAPTER 4 PREVIEW
Little clicks and chirps sounded from Ashley's phone as she reclined on the bed, fuzzy pink comforter tickling her skin. The evening was hot - even in her short red athletic shorts and tank top, she found her skin becoming mildly flush with a light, barely detectable sheen of sweat collecting softly across her body. Her bare feet fidgeted against each other idly while she stared into the iPhone held in her hands.
Reaching up to brush a long blonde hair out of her eyes, she extended one slender finger toward the screen and pressed the icon for her Facebook app - the young woman's best friend. She had a few notifications, a few messages... nothing too out of the ordinary.
Nothing too out of the ordinary... she let out a slow sigh as she lazily dragged her finger along the Facebook news feed, her disengaged eyes bombarded by photos and advertisements. The day had been anything but ordinary. The number of shocks and surprises she'd had today made the rest of her life up to this point seem utterly boring.
First, she had accidentally seen something she never thought she'd see: her own lily-white mom, blonde and petite like Ashley herself, having hardcore sex with the ripped, black gym teacher Mr. Smith. The sounds of her mom's deep-seated and pleasured groans against the backdrop of Mr. Smith's roaring orgasm were still echoing in her brain, the sight of his dark black cock hungrily diving into her mom's pink velvet pussy lips burning in Ashley's brain.
She wondered if she'd ever recover from that.
Ashley noticed her groin growing hot at the memories, her legs pressing together *******.
Neither was she prepared for what would come next - the discovery that her cute, curvy cousin Jenna - gorgeous smile, sandy blonde hair down to her butt, and boobs that could ******* a man - was dating, Darius, a huge black bastketball player she met at college. This had seemed taboo to Ashley; Jenna was your average white girl from the suburbs. She wore uggs and yoga pants in the cold and shorts with sandals in the heat, wore her hair long when going out and in a messy bun in casual settings, and carried sweet Starbucks frappucinos with her nearly everywhere she went. Some might call her a "basic bitch" - Ashley smiled to herself at the thought. Jenna was no bitch, but definitely might be basic.
Anyway, Darius was... stunning. He had taken Ashley's breath away. His skin was nearly coal black with shining white teeth and small diamond studs in each ear. He seemed to be double Jenna's height and sporting tight, attractive muscles across his body. Ashley couldn't help but be floored by the sight of them together. It was the contrast - his dark powerful frame by her sweet, plush white body and bright smile.
And his voice... oohhh, that deep bassy voice.
Ashley felt a pang of uncontrollable jealousy. But only for a moment.
But then - as if she were living in some kind of scripted story - she made yet another intriguing discovery: her favorite teacher from high school - Mrs. Mandy Johnson, a lovely 20-something brunette whom all the girls looked up to - was apparently married to a black man, if Ashley's sight of them in each other's arms at the beach was any indication. Mrs. Johnson was sporting an enormous, proud pregnant belly under the soft fabric of her sundress, her husband's large dark hands gently extending over it from behind while they looked out over the ocean together. Mrs. Johnson seemed so... Content... in his arms. Looking at them together, Ashley could tell that her man was everything Mrs. Johnson had wanted.
And of course, knowing that she was pregnant... that meant that they were having sex. Well, obviously. But the implication carried such weight. Ashley couldn't help wondering what they must have been like... Mrs. Johnson's long brown hair draped down her naked back, large breasts hanging low as her well-hung black husband slowly but firmly bucked his cock forward into her with true, honest strokes of pipe, the two of them rocking in unison and moaning loudly as they ravish each other's hungry young bodies...
But even all of that, all of the bizarre coincidences regarding ladies she looked up to suddenly being in the romantic company of handsome black men, could not necessarily match the final suprise of the day:
Mr. Smith's ******* Andre - the formerly skinny, goofy Andre from high school - had changed. Back from college for the summer, where he now started on the football team, he had returned the spitting image of how his dad must've looked two decades ago - tall, strong, dark, confident, and very, very muscular.
Yet he was still the Andre that Ashley had known - friendly and outgoing, with a mischievious glint in his eye.
But all boyishness was gone. He wasn't a boy anymore.
He was a man.
And he had asked Ashley out on a date.
Tall, black, athletic Andre, college football star, had come back into town and asked Ashley - normal, neighborhood girl who never really thought of herself as anything special - on a date.
To be continued...
