When I was only 16 my mom and dad divorced.  I had known that it was inevitable
that they would because they seemed to fight constantly.  I know it was really
hard on my dad when mom demanded the divorce.  She got the house and me, their
only child.

I guess what surprised me most of all was how quickly my mom found another man. 
Within six months she was getting married to my step-dad.  It bothered me a
little at the time because my new step-dad was black.  I know it bothered my real
dad a lot.  But Jim turned out to be a pretty cool guy and he's always treated me
well, if not like a real son.  The only problem was Jim's son from another
marriage, Shaba.  Shaba was 14 years old and was to be my new step-brother.  He
and I didn't get along well from the beginning.

We were a world apart, Shaba and I.  I was a 4.0 GPA student.  I was captain of
the debating team and a damn fine tennis player.  I already had offers from
several prestigious colleges and my future seemed assured.  I was dating the
prettiest girl on campus, Buffy Burke, a cheerleader, from an established family
that dated back to the Mayflower.  Buffy was blond, blue-eyed royalty, with big
boobs thrown into the bargain.  While we hadn't done the big nasty yet we had, on
several occasions, engaged in heavy petting.  We made a handsome couple and were
destined to be married and produce a brood that would set the world on it's ear.

Shaba Johnson was slightly different.  He had been raised on the margins of
poverty.  He listened to rap music incessantly in his locked room.  His friends
were all black and dressed in baggy jeans and wore bandanas on their head.  Red
bandanas, which I surmised meant they were in some sort of criminal gang. Shaba
didn't sit at the dinner table with my mom, his dad and I in the evenings.  He
was seldom home in the evenings.  Shaba had frequent visits from a suited
official that I later leaned was his probation officer.

Shaba and I passed each other in our home without any signs of recognition. It
was as if we were in alternate universes, or ghosts.   I did occasionally detect
a look of what can best be described as contempt from his dark, moody eyes. 
Although several inches shorter than myself, Shaba was wiry and lean. When he
walked around the house in the summer with his shirt off you could see the
definition of his muscles on his skinny frame. And when Buffy visited Shaba would
lick his lips and leer at her in a way that was both obvious and discomforting. 
If she had to pass him in the hall way he would not move and she would have to
squeeze past the shorter, black boy.  His wide nose would flair, drinking in her
scent, and he would absently tug at his crotch. "I don't like him," Buffy told me
one day as we lay on my bed feeling each other. "Aw, Buff, he's my brother.  Sure
he's a little rough around the edges..."I protested meekly, stroking her
panty-clad pussy.  She spread her legs slightly and continued to rub my erection
through my jeans. "He takes liberties with me," she continued. "Like what?" My
interest was suddenly piqued. "Well, a few times he had placed his hand on my
bottom." "He has?  Why didn't you tell me?  I would have given him a round
thrashing." "I know you would have.  I didn't want any violence.  And you're so
much bigger than him," she gazed longingly at the tent in my jeans, "in most
areas, any way." "What do you mean by that?" "Uh?  Oh, nothing.  Never mind,"
Buffy seemed to regret her admission. "No, honey.  Tell me what you meant."
"Well, last week when I came to visit, I had to walk by Shaba in the hall.  He
pressed up against me and took my hand and placed it on his crotch.  I could feel
his...er...organ, and it seemed very large."

I was flabbergasted.  I did not know what to say.  Shaba had assaulted my
girlfriend.

Buffy added quickly, "Only a woman of low class would be impressed by such
things, surely." "Uh, Buff, why don't we ėgo all the way' now?  We've been dating
two years and all we've done is rub each other.  I love you with all my being and
I know you love me.  It wouldn't be a sin."  I was desperate. "Now Jack.  We've
been through this before.  You know I want to save myself for you on our wedding
night.  It's my family tradition and my religion.  You know I want to do it as
much as you but I have to be responsible.  Waiting will make it so much better
for us both, don't you agree?" "Yes.  Yes you are right," I lied.

After Buffy had left for the evening I went into my bathroom and jerked myself
off into the sink while holding a formal picture of her attired in her
cheerleader uniform.  I still had her scent on my fingers and I held them to my
nose and I came copiously into the sink.

I looked at my wilting penis in my hand.  It was about five inches long and
fairly thin.  For the first time a pang of fear hit me.  Wonder if Buffy will be
disappointed in my equipment on our wedding night?  I have heard that some women
find larger ones more to their pleasure, but those are usually low class women of
some disrepute.  My penis was aristocratic, I reasoned, and fully capable of
doing it's job.  It was nestled in a thin forest of wispy blond curls that snaked
their way to my navel.  My scrotum that largely hairless and about the size of a
walnut.  I wondered if it was of a normal size.

A few weeks after Buffy's revelation to me I was at school.  I felt ill and
decided to miss my last two periods (I didn't need them to graduate, at any rate)
and came home to rest.  As I neared the closed door to my bedroom I could hear
moaning.  I listened at my door and decided it was Buffy's voice I was hearing. 
She must to in some sort of pain, I thought, as I flung open my door.

To say that the scene that met my eyes upset and perplexed me is an astounding
understatement.  There, on my own bed, was Buffy, naked, and straddling Shaba,
equally innocent of clothing.  I could see Shaba's unbelievable long and thick
cock sliding in and out of my girlfriend's stretched pussy lips.  They didn't
notice me for a long while and I watched in amazement, mesmerized by the sight.


"Oh God, Shaba!  I never knew it could be like this!" hissed Buffy.

They had not seen or heard me.  I stood stupefied, unable to move, speechless.

My sweet, virginal girl friend was gladly, madly fucking my step-brother!  She
had never been willing to give it up to me, her intended, and now she was riding
Shaba's horse cock.  And she didn't even like Shaba.

An odd thing happened.  I noticed, to my horror, that my penis was getting hard. 
I tore my eyes away from Buffy's cute, stretched pussy and looked at the front of
my pleated slacks.  Yes, there was a small tent growing there.  I couldn't
understand it.  I had seen documentaries on animals on TV, where the dominant
male in a troop of, say, monkeys was mounting one of the females.  The
subdominant males would sit around and watch, all of them sporting chubbies.

Buffy was picking up speed as her twat loosened up.  Shaba was matching her
downward stroked by upward strokes of his own.  His legs were spread widely on
the bed for maximum leverage, and his large balls bounced up and down on his
shaft.  Shaba would hit bottom in Buffy's vagina with a jolt, two or three inches
of unused penis still showing.  With each thrust Buffy would moan. Their fucking
was making slurping sounds.  Shaba's wide, black hands cupped and kneaded my
love's round, white ass.  He dug his fingers into her butt so hard that I knew
she would have bruises tomorrow.  Then he slid one hand around and slipped his
long middle finger into her pursed, pink asshole.  The effect was immediate. 
Buffy began thrashing on his cock, her head twisting from side to side.  Her
whole body appeared to vibrate and she let out a low scream. "Oh, Shaba!  That
was fantastic!" Buffy moaned as she leaned forward, her heavy, full tits smashing
on his thin chest.  I could hear sloppy kisses.  She had stopped her thrusts on
his cock and he lessened his to short jabs into her satisfied pussy. "Shaba. . .I
love you. . . " Buffy said, her voice croaking with emotion.  She slowly moved
her ass from side to side. "God!  You're still hard!"  She exclaimed in
amazement. "I haven't got my nut yet," came Shaba's laconic response. "Wow.  A
long distance runner!" she said playfully, her ass beginning to move up and down
again. "Doesn't that white boy last this long?" Shaba said. "Who?  Jack?  I
wouldn't know.  We've never done anything like this," she said flatly. "You mean
that chump been wit' you all dis time and he ain't even had the pussy yet? 
Shee-it!"

Buffy giggled.  "Pussy," she repeated.  "I love it when you talk nasty!" "Well,
why don't you suck on mah black johnson again?"  Again!  My fiancee had sucked my
step-brother's wanger!?

Buffy unstradled Shaba.  When she was fully off the boy I could see the total
length of his erection.  I gasped in disbelief.  It looked to be eleven inches or
so.  So fat and heavy was it that it leaned over his flat belly, glistening,
black and wet.

Then they saw me. "Shit!" shrieked Buffy, her hands modestly flung up to cover
her pendulous breasts, leaving her thick bush visible.  At the ėV' of her crotch
I could see her pussy lips, red, abused, distended. "Oh Jack!  It isn't what it
looks like!" "Oh?  Just what is it, Buff?  What are you doing?"  I demanded.

"I'm so sorry..." Buffy said, her voice quaking with emotion.

Shaba had sat up on the bed.  "Why don't you run along, white boy.  Me and dis
bitch got some more work to do.  She don't belong to you anymore.  She be mine!"

"You rounder, you!"  I yelled.  "Stand up and take your beating like a man!" I
raised my fists.  I didn't want to hurt Shaba. . .well, yes I did.  I wanted to
redeem myself as a man in Buffy's eyes.  She must have been raped or seduced, I
rationalized, and she wasn't responsible for what I had seen.

Shaba slowly rose from the bed.  His long woodie bobbed in front of his lithe
frame as he approached me.  I rose my fists defensively.  When Shaba neared her
threw a single punch that caught me on the nose.  I fell to my knees like a sack
of flower, my nose running blood freely.  I was dazed, stars filling my eyes.

I could hear Shaba's low laugh and Buffy's scream.

Shaba leaned his hips forward and grasped his massive cock by it's base.  He
began beating me about the face with it, like it was a club.  I could feel his
cock hitting me, hard, hot, heavy.  I tried to protect my face with my hands but
Shaba slapped them away. "Don't hurt him!" Buffy pleaded.  Yet, there was a wild
look in her eyes.  She was digging this! "Lookit!  Jack's got a boner!" Shaba
laughed.  It was true.  My own cock was still rock hard.

Roughly, Shaba grabbed the hair hanging down my forehead and pulled it back so
that my face was upturned to him. "Open yo' mouth, white boy!" he growled.

Without thinking I obeyed.  I only wanted the beating to stop.  My eyes were
blurry with tears of humiliation.  Suddenly, I felt something hot and hard
pushing past my teeth.  The spongy mass hit the roof of my mouth and the smell of
Buffy's pussy filled my nostrils.  I realized, to my horror, that Shaba had
slipped the head of his cock into my gaping mouth!  I sputtered and tried to pull
my head back but Shaba wrapped one large hand around the nape of my neck and
began slowly, forcefully pulling my head onto his organ.  Since my nose had
swollen shut as a result of his punch I found that I could not breath with his
grotesquely large tool filling my mouth to the walls.  I began to gag
reflexively. "That's it!" he hissed.  "I like that feel!"

With his free hand Shaba began jacking that part of his cock that wasn't already
in my mouth.  I placed my hands on his muscular thighs and tried to push him away
but he was much stronger than I had thought possible.  Try as I might I could not
dislodge his prick from my stretched lips. "Stop!  You'll kill him!  Can't you
see he's turning blue?" Buffy pleaded.

I was near blacking out when Shaba suddenly put both of his hands on the back of
my head and began thrusting his hips wildly, forcing the spongy head of his cock
against the back of my throat.  I looked up and saw that his eyes had rolled back
into his head.  All I could see was the whites of his eyes.  Then I felt a large,
hot gob hit the back of my throat.  Then another.  And yet another.  I swallowed
instinctively, trying desperately to keep my airway open.

Shaba's lips were curled into a cruel sneer and spittle was flying from his lips
as he shot wad after wad into my gullet.  I could feel his cock pulse with each
mighty eruption with my tongue, a large knot moving down the underside of his
cock with each shot.  I could feel his sperm burn all the way down my esophagus
to my stomach.  So far back into my mouth was Shaba shooting his seed that I
couldn't taste it.  It had completely missed my tongue.

Shaba's knees were half bent and he kept up an unbelievable thrusting by pivoting
his hips.  He was fucking my skull, his torso finally bending over my head so
that all I could see was his dimpled belly before my eyes.  He was lifting
himself off the ground on the toes of his feet, reminding me of a naughty dog
humping one's leg.

At last his thrusts became ragged, irregular, and then stopped altogether. For
what seemed like an eternity he stayed wrapped around my head, his sweat dripping
and stinging my eyes.  Then slowly, he began pulling that long thing out of my
mouth.  It flopped downward after it cleared my lips and hung heavily, wet with
my spit, over his bloated balls.  I marveled at it still. Even now, deflating,
it's foreskin creeping over the swollen head, it was tremendous.

I looked to Buffy.  Her face was aglow with desire and excitement.  She was
grinning broadly.  Shaba was pulling on his crank, milking it. "Get on dat bed,
bitch, and show me dat pussy!"  Shaba commanded. "Okay!" Buffy responded
gleefully, hoping onto her back on the messy bed and spreading her long, tan,
cheerleader legs.  Her twat was bushier than I had imagined.  Her pussy lips were
still ruby and stretched, sagging in places, no doubt from her earlier fucking. 
Shaba crawled onto the bed between her legs. Between his thighs, below his ass, I
could see that his cock was lengthening again, his heavy black balls slowly
rising and falling.

They were going to fuck like I wasn't even here!  I cleared my voice and rose
shakily to my feet. "Excuse me," I began, "do you mean to engage in intercourse
right now?  With me in the room."

Such was Shaba's contempt for me that he replied without turning, all the while
guiding his cock into Buffy's willing pussy with one hand. "You can leave, white
boy, or yous can stay.  Don't get uppity or this ho' gonna tell everyone one at
that faggity school you go to that you sucked on my johnson and that I turned you
into a punk.  Ain't that right, ho'?" "Oh, certainly!"  Buffy giggled, between
gasps as Shaba's cock cleared her labia.  "I will tell everyone at school, Jack. 
You'll be ruined." "Buff, why are you doing this?" I croaked "Ohhhh. . . Jack,
are you blind?  Shaba's made me feel things I've never imagined.  I. . .ohhhhh. .
. love him and. . .mmmmmm. . .want him."

By now Shaba had begun his slow, deliberate jabs into my girlfriend's womb.  I
could see her hips rocking up and down, her pussy devouring his pole. "I don't
care if you come in me, Shaba.  You can make me a baby if you want too!"

I could stand no more and I left the room.  The sounds of their lovemaking
haunted me and filled my ears long after I was out of rang of his room.