*The Chronicles of Javonte, a young, hung, black male who enter the lily-white suburb of Greenbrook. These will be the stories of his life as a young black bull in a world of soft white submission. These are meant to be fun! Don't expect 'War and Peace'. Just gonzo interracial sex!*
YOUNG, BLACK, AND HUNG
The Javonte Chronicles
Hannah frolicked in her driveway, washing the family SUV in the midday sun while Drake blared loudly on a nearby boombox. Her ivory skin shone brightly, contrasting sharply against her black bikini and sunglasses. Her breasts bounced happily as she stepped around the car, eager to spot-clean every last square inch. She gripped the hose tightly, squirting waters all over the car with a healthy backsplash landing on her supple young skin.
Catching a quick glimpse of her own reflection in the car's black paint, Hannah turned slightly and examined her round booty: perky, luscious, and very wonderful. She giggled as she arched her back slightly and flicked her head back, sending her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder.
Hannah knew that she had a rocking body. She'd been a center of attention since her high school years, boys gawking at her wherever she went. Now in her first year at the local college, she had recently begun hitting the gym on a regular basis, her body starting to become even more tight, more curvy in all the right places. Her breasts hung teasingly from her slender frame, her precious mounds of ass jiggling healthily as she walked. She was a catch, and she knew it.
And she loved getting out in her bikini so the whole world knew it.
But most especially so Aaron knew it, the boy a few houses down. He had been the “big man on campus” in high school, the football team quarterback and very cute. He was moderately bashful, which girls always found adorable about him. Hannah had a thing for him for the past year or two, but couldn't make a move because he was dating someone.
But Aaron's girlfriend had moved away, and they broke it off. He was free property now. Hannah smiled with wicked intentions as she thought about what she hoped he would do to her supple female form. She was in her sexual prime and seriously needed a guy to just bend her over and teach her EVERYTHING. She wanted every last bit of her to get owned by a hot and horny stud. She spent many long, wet nights rubbing her swollen and yearning clit, thinking of hot guys grabbing her hungrily and spreading her legs out of their own will, eagerly diving into the fresh ass and pussy below. Ooohhh God, she wanted that.
Hannah smiled to herself as she bent down at the knees, her barely-covered ass getting low to ground. This upcoming summer was going to be one that the 19-year old would remember forever... she just knew it.
Meanwhile, across the street and slightly down the block, a new family had moved in. For the past week, a constant barrage of moving trucks had occupied space on the street, moving in furniture while the family inside unpacked boxes. And now, the job was complete.
From the second floor window facing the street, a pair of eyes watched Hannah wash her family car. He watched her precious white booty jiggle and shine in the light. The droplets of water on her skin only served to accentuate her youthful vitality, the glorious curves of her body. She turned and bent over to dip her sponge in the bucket, her young white breasts hanging down as if they were exotic fruits. He imagined the feeling of those soft mammaries in his strong hands, how she would mewl and writhe under him while he expertly tweaked her nipples with his probing fingers.
He narrowed his eyes as he gave himself a cocky grin. He had decided. She would become HIS. Or rather, he would make her his. Before long, she would eagerly present her young white booty to him, her strong black bull. She would plead for long black cock to part her pussy lips, to separate the inner walls of her temple and fill her with 9 black inches of raw hungry manhood – black as night and ripped as fuck.
Javonte Jones was the 18-year old ******* of the new black family that had moved into Greenbrook subdivision – the first black family to move into the idyllic community of mostly wealthy and affluent white folks. As they'd driven in and exited their car, Javonte had felt the stare of a woman next door. He turned to spy an attractive white middle-aged lady wearing a sundress and large hat, having been out working in her garden. She seemed taken aback by the new presence – perhaps suspicious, even. Javonte especially had the air of a dangerous young man – not in a thuggish sense, but in an unpredictable sense. There was a powerful air to the 6 foot 4 inch built black male as he returned the woman's gaze, directly into her eyes.
She turned with a shudder. Oh my. Where was the neighborhood going?
Javonte smirked as he watched her walk away, her ass swaying seductively in her summer dress. He could already tell; she would fall soon enough. Her legs would spread before long. He could already imagine her flabby white husband, lucky enough to have a stellar trophy wife but uninterested in anything that didn't involve money or college football. He could imagine the neglect, the lack of desire. A woman like that needed to be sexually dominated, to feel her special places used for the pleasure of a strong male. Her pussy would literally melt in his hand.
Javonte would seek out her weak spots. He would pursue her relentlessly, hungrily. Hr dress would end up on the floor, her naked body sprawled out on a deck chair. And he would plant his young black cock into her soon enough.
Not “if”. “When.”
And as Javonte stared at the beautiful white girl across the street, his cock twitched. He chuckled to himself as he reached down, his large hand slowly enclosing around his thickening black shaft. He stood naked in front of his window, the blinds open for the world to see. If anyone looked up, they might see something shocking. He didn't care. Let them ogle. The tightly-buttoned whites in this neighborhood would learn the truth about “black pride” soon enough.
He began to stroke his 9-inch black piece slowly, careful to milk sufficient pleasure out of every stroke. He watched the strawberry blonde across the street play around with her car wash in her bikini. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply as he imagined how it would feel when he finally claimed his prize, picking her up in his arms and slowly sinking her little pink pussy onto his long black cock. He would pump her slowly at first, building into something quicker and more fevered. Her puss would cream around his ebony shaft, eager to feel his ownership of her vagina and to feel him explode with a proud yell into her womb, coating her with spurt and after spurt of hot African seed.
Javonte opened his eyes and looked downward. There, near the end of the street, was a young mom he'd spied earlier. She had to be in her mid-twenties, he figured, with two *******. Wide hips. Full breasts filled with milk. Brown hair. Skin, white as a fresh lily.
He grinned to himself at the analogy. She was a flower, indeed. Begging to be pollinated yet again. He could see the stress in her movements, the need for sexual release in her eyes. This was a women who needed to just have at least one wild, sex-filled orgasmic romp with a hung black stud who would fuck her relentlessly on her knees, gripping her breasts tightly while he plunged in again and again with reckless abandon. He would make sure his huge black balls slapped her wet clitoris with every pump of cock, unlocking in her the maximum pleasure and turning her into a flowering sexual goddess for the evening in submission to hard black cock.
Javonte smirked as he picked up pace, now tugging his cock quickly. It took nearly 2 seconds for his hands to make a full back and forth even when moving quickly; a testament to just how big and long his young black cock really was. He could feel warmth welling up in his balls, the urge to nut growing inside his large, healthy testicles. It was a feeling he knew well.
This entire neighborhood was going to submit to the arrival of black cock. He could feel it. Young women eager to explore themselves sexually, MILFs who need stress release and to feel nothing but orgasm for hours straight, and older wives who needed to come under the control of a powerful male who would show them the secrets of sexual wonders that they only ever dreamed of – secrets their little white hubbies never had a clue existed.
“Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhh.. AHHHHHhhhhhhhh!” Javonte closed his eyes and groaned loudly as his balls exploded with black seed, spraying against a sock he quickly picked up and held against his cock tip. He shuddered as his groin muscles milked his balls, feeling every last drop of semen ooze out of his black manhood.
Javonte held his head skyward before looking back down out of the window, eyes falling on the different white women he saw below. He continued to stroke his cock slowly, as if reaffirming his mission to himself.
Yes. He would present the power of young black cock to the white women of Greenbrook. They would come to understand the power of a cocky black bull on the prowl, the untold depths of sexual nirvana that he could unlock for them. He knew that when they finally saw him naked, sculpted and muscular with 9 proud black inches of hard cock pointing out toward them, they would submit.
Javonte stepped backward, chuckling to himself knowingly as disappeared into the darkness of the room. Only a matter of time.
To be continued...
YOUNG, BLACK, AND HUNG
The Javonte Chronicles
Hannah frolicked in her driveway, washing the family SUV in the midday sun while Drake blared loudly on a nearby boombox. Her ivory skin shone brightly, contrasting sharply against her black bikini and sunglasses. Her breasts bounced happily as she stepped around the car, eager to spot-clean every last square inch. She gripped the hose tightly, squirting waters all over the car with a healthy backsplash landing on her supple young skin.
Catching a quick glimpse of her own reflection in the car's black paint, Hannah turned slightly and examined her round booty: perky, luscious, and very wonderful. She giggled as she arched her back slightly and flicked her head back, sending her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder.
Hannah knew that she had a rocking body. She'd been a center of attention since her high school years, boys gawking at her wherever she went. Now in her first year at the local college, she had recently begun hitting the gym on a regular basis, her body starting to become even more tight, more curvy in all the right places. Her breasts hung teasingly from her slender frame, her precious mounds of ass jiggling healthily as she walked. She was a catch, and she knew it.
And she loved getting out in her bikini so the whole world knew it.
But most especially so Aaron knew it, the boy a few houses down. He had been the “big man on campus” in high school, the football team quarterback and very cute. He was moderately bashful, which girls always found adorable about him. Hannah had a thing for him for the past year or two, but couldn't make a move because he was dating someone.
But Aaron's girlfriend had moved away, and they broke it off. He was free property now. Hannah smiled with wicked intentions as she thought about what she hoped he would do to her supple female form. She was in her sexual prime and seriously needed a guy to just bend her over and teach her EVERYTHING. She wanted every last bit of her to get owned by a hot and horny stud. She spent many long, wet nights rubbing her swollen and yearning clit, thinking of hot guys grabbing her hungrily and spreading her legs out of their own will, eagerly diving into the fresh ass and pussy below. Ooohhh God, she wanted that.
Hannah smiled to herself as she bent down at the knees, her barely-covered ass getting low to ground. This upcoming summer was going to be one that the 19-year old would remember forever... she just knew it.
Meanwhile, across the street and slightly down the block, a new family had moved in. For the past week, a constant barrage of moving trucks had occupied space on the street, moving in furniture while the family inside unpacked boxes. And now, the job was complete.
From the second floor window facing the street, a pair of eyes watched Hannah wash her family car. He watched her precious white booty jiggle and shine in the light. The droplets of water on her skin only served to accentuate her youthful vitality, the glorious curves of her body. She turned and bent over to dip her sponge in the bucket, her young white breasts hanging down as if they were exotic fruits. He imagined the feeling of those soft mammaries in his strong hands, how she would mewl and writhe under him while he expertly tweaked her nipples with his probing fingers.
He narrowed his eyes as he gave himself a cocky grin. He had decided. She would become HIS. Or rather, he would make her his. Before long, she would eagerly present her young white booty to him, her strong black bull. She would plead for long black cock to part her pussy lips, to separate the inner walls of her temple and fill her with 9 black inches of raw hungry manhood – black as night and ripped as fuck.
Javonte Jones was the 18-year old ******* of the new black family that had moved into Greenbrook subdivision – the first black family to move into the idyllic community of mostly wealthy and affluent white folks. As they'd driven in and exited their car, Javonte had felt the stare of a woman next door. He turned to spy an attractive white middle-aged lady wearing a sundress and large hat, having been out working in her garden. She seemed taken aback by the new presence – perhaps suspicious, even. Javonte especially had the air of a dangerous young man – not in a thuggish sense, but in an unpredictable sense. There was a powerful air to the 6 foot 4 inch built black male as he returned the woman's gaze, directly into her eyes.
She turned with a shudder. Oh my. Where was the neighborhood going?
Javonte smirked as he watched her walk away, her ass swaying seductively in her summer dress. He could already tell; she would fall soon enough. Her legs would spread before long. He could already imagine her flabby white husband, lucky enough to have a stellar trophy wife but uninterested in anything that didn't involve money or college football. He could imagine the neglect, the lack of desire. A woman like that needed to be sexually dominated, to feel her special places used for the pleasure of a strong male. Her pussy would literally melt in his hand.
Javonte would seek out her weak spots. He would pursue her relentlessly, hungrily. Hr dress would end up on the floor, her naked body sprawled out on a deck chair. And he would plant his young black cock into her soon enough.
Not “if”. “When.”
And as Javonte stared at the beautiful white girl across the street, his cock twitched. He chuckled to himself as he reached down, his large hand slowly enclosing around his thickening black shaft. He stood naked in front of his window, the blinds open for the world to see. If anyone looked up, they might see something shocking. He didn't care. Let them ogle. The tightly-buttoned whites in this neighborhood would learn the truth about “black pride” soon enough.
He began to stroke his 9-inch black piece slowly, careful to milk sufficient pleasure out of every stroke. He watched the strawberry blonde across the street play around with her car wash in her bikini. He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply as he imagined how it would feel when he finally claimed his prize, picking her up in his arms and slowly sinking her little pink pussy onto his long black cock. He would pump her slowly at first, building into something quicker and more fevered. Her puss would cream around his ebony shaft, eager to feel his ownership of her vagina and to feel him explode with a proud yell into her womb, coating her with spurt and after spurt of hot African seed.
Javonte opened his eyes and looked downward. There, near the end of the street, was a young mom he'd spied earlier. She had to be in her mid-twenties, he figured, with two *******. Wide hips. Full breasts filled with milk. Brown hair. Skin, white as a fresh lily.
He grinned to himself at the analogy. She was a flower, indeed. Begging to be pollinated yet again. He could see the stress in her movements, the need for sexual release in her eyes. This was a women who needed to just have at least one wild, sex-filled orgasmic romp with a hung black stud who would fuck her relentlessly on her knees, gripping her breasts tightly while he plunged in again and again with reckless abandon. He would make sure his huge black balls slapped her wet clitoris with every pump of cock, unlocking in her the maximum pleasure and turning her into a flowering sexual goddess for the evening in submission to hard black cock.
Javonte smirked as he picked up pace, now tugging his cock quickly. It took nearly 2 seconds for his hands to make a full back and forth even when moving quickly; a testament to just how big and long his young black cock really was. He could feel warmth welling up in his balls, the urge to nut growing inside his large, healthy testicles. It was a feeling he knew well.
This entire neighborhood was going to submit to the arrival of black cock. He could feel it. Young women eager to explore themselves sexually, MILFs who need stress release and to feel nothing but orgasm for hours straight, and older wives who needed to come under the control of a powerful male who would show them the secrets of sexual wonders that they only ever dreamed of – secrets their little white hubbies never had a clue existed.
“Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhh.. AHHHHHhhhhhhhh!” Javonte closed his eyes and groaned loudly as his balls exploded with black seed, spraying against a sock he quickly picked up and held against his cock tip. He shuddered as his groin muscles milked his balls, feeling every last drop of semen ooze out of his black manhood.
Javonte held his head skyward before looking back down out of the window, eyes falling on the different white women he saw below. He continued to stroke his cock slowly, as if reaffirming his mission to himself.
Yes. He would present the power of young black cock to the white women of Greenbrook. They would come to understand the power of a cocky black bull on the prowl, the untold depths of sexual nirvana that he could unlock for them. He knew that when they finally saw him naked, sculpted and muscular with 9 proud black inches of hard cock pointing out toward them, they would submit.
Javonte stepped backward, chuckling to himself knowingly as disappeared into the darkness of the room. Only a matter of time.
To be continued...
