BRENBLK3.TXT Brenda Gets Blacked! Brenda's Enlightenment Chapter 3 I guess that you can tell by what my husband Bobby has written that I had him well on the road to servitude. That was my intention from the first day I met him. Marry him, then make him my slave! I just didn't think it would be so easy, I mean, it took less than a week. What a wimp! Pretty soon after we started going out I could tell that he was one of those white guys that was insecure about his sexual abilities (because of my looks, men have been continually coming on to me since I was thirteen, so a girl like me gets pretty good at sizing up a mans psychological profile -- not to mention sizing up other things). I tested my theory of Bobby by seductively flirting with aggressive black men in front of him and his reaction was always the same -- my wimpy white boyfriend became a pitiful, whiny submissive. I knew then that this was a boy I could find a use for. I married him a few months later. It would be fair to say that I'm a very sexually active young lady, though most of the men I service would say that I'm just an insatiable slut. I grew up as the youngest child in a large family (five brothers) that was very strict morally and very protective of me since I was the only girl. All the moralizing pressure they applied toward me must have backfired because I always had this overwhelming desire to be shamefully naughty. I was always sneaking peeks at my brothers penis's when they left the bathroom door ajar while taking a piss and I would take several of the neighborhood boys behind the school to play show and tell. By the time I was thirteen I was quite well developed, physically, and discovered that even adult men were now drooling over my appearance. I began to spend my free time around the activities center of the local university and from there my sexual life took off in a big way! There were always lots of university boys around to flirt with and it was about this time I discovered the scrumptious joys of prick teasing. All I had to do was find some excuse for bending over while wearing a short skirt and I had every boys undivided attention. Or I would inadvertently brush my hand over a crotch. I especially liked this maneuver because it allowed me to size the boy up. My favorite trick was to stare at a boys bulge, as though in a daze, while licking my cherry-red lips and watch his bulge grow in his tight jeans until he began squirming uncomfortably. Pretty soon I was leading boys off to some hiding place to see their cocks; hold them in my hand and even practice learning how to properly suck them. Back at my own school I got my kicks by teasing some of my male teachers by wearing short skirts with no panties, sitting on the front row and occasionally spreading my legs just enough for them to get a glimpse. It satisfied me to discover that I gave them hard-ons as well. By the time I graduated high school, I thought that I was an expert slut on the subject of cock sizes. Little did I know that a whole new level of comprehension was just over the horizon. That summer I took a bus into the city to apply for admission to the downtown university. It was much larger and more cosmopolitan than the college in my neighborhood and, by living in the dormitories, it offered me a chance to get away from my family. They had heard rumors of my sexual exploits and had become impossibly oppressive. My brothers followed me everywhere in order to "protect" me. Once I arrived near downtown, I had to transfer to the subway, which was jam packed! I managed to squeeze in next to this muscular black hunk. He gave me a smile like I'd seen a thousand times before and I felt a familiar little tingle between my legs. I ignored it though and turned my thoughts toward my day ahead. After all, he was a black man and I was a white girl and white girls just shouldn't be interested in black men -- at least that's what my daddy and my brothers always taught me -- rather emphatically now that I think about it. The subway car stopped at another terminal and even more people crammed themselves in and I found myself pressed tight against the tall, black buck. My face was actually pressed against his broad chest and I felt his muscular hardness while inhaling his musky, masculine aroma. I also noticed another hardness when I became aware of the fact that the palm of my hand was pressed into his crotch. My first reaction was that he must have had something very large in his pocket, like a summer sausage. But then I thought,'how could he keep it so warm?' A few moments later while I still pondered this question, I suddenly gasped in shock -- Not only was that summer sausage getting bigger, it was actually throbbing!! I instantly knew what had to be true, yet I still resisted. 'No way', I frantically thought, 'no man could be this big. I should know! I've felt hundreds of crotches and none of them, not a single one, was even half this much!' I glanced up with my baby blues to find out if this was for real and the confident gaze that met mine removed any doubt. This stud wasn't faking it! The subway car arrived at the university and the crowd began to exit the car. I copped a few more squeezes on that incredible monster while the black stud leaned over and squeezed my buns before disappearing into the crowd. I was left to sort out what had just happened. Everything I thought I knew about cock size had to be reassessed. This was my first black encounter and by far the largest cock I had encountered -- did this indicate that... no, surely not. My father and brothers had told me a number of times that "those niggers aren't any bigger than any other man. That's just an old wives tale you heard." After what had just happened I wasn't so sure anymore and I began to question why the men in my family were so bigoted. What were they really afraid of? I knew that was a question I just had to find out for myself!! I took care of my business at the administration office then spent the rest of the morning strolling around the campus in a daze wondering how long that black man was, what it would feel like in my mouth, how it would taste! My mouth started watering and oooh, there was that delicious tingle again. My only regret about the subway experience was that it didn't happen someplace a little more private where I would have had the nerve to pull that big, black babymaker outfor a closer inspection. Oh wow, but I was getting extremely horny!! I noticed, among the countless students, that there were a lot of handsome black men hanging around the student activities center between classes. Perhaps I should try my routine on one of them to see if that subway guy was just a fluke. I selected one particularly tall and muscular stud for the very reason that he was eyeing me as though I were the only girl in the building. I went through my always successful tricks (bending over, brushing my tits against his arm, leaning into his crotch, etc...) and pretty soon I had him leading me too a semiprivate place he knew of (it turned out to be a storage closet). With countless students passing by within just a few feet of us, that black stud grabbed my petite body with his powerful black hands and pulled me into the massive bulk of his chest. I never felt more powerless or more turned than I was at that moment. Pulling my hair, he forced me too look up and his thick lips then pressed to mine while his tongue worked it's way into my mouth. I lost all control and began to suck on the black mans tongue as though it were a cock -- it was in fact as big as any cock I had ever sucked. Instinctively, I reached for his bulge and was ecstatic to find it was as big as the subway guy's had been. I was frantically fumbling with his button-fly when my stud told me to let him undo it. I breathlessly fell to my knees, whimpering and swallowing a lot, while I watched a masterpiece unfolding inches in front of my face. When that monstrosity finally sprang free I let out a gasp so loud I feared the students just outside must have heard me. At first, I couldn't comprehend what I was seeing! There was nothing in my lily-white past that was even remotely comparable to this black horse-hung cock. ..............to be continued in BRENDA GETS BLACKED! CH. 4 .