My Sister's Black Boyfriend

My Sister's Black Boyfriend My Sister's Black Boyfriend

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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When my younger sister and her boyfriend come to visit, they are not the only ones to come.

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When my younger sister and her boyfriend come to visit, they are not the only ones to come.

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Submitted: November 14, 2015

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Submitted: November 14, 2015

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~~My Sister’s Black Boyfriend


When my sister, Wendy, who was away attending college, called me about visiting for the holiday, she asked if she could stay at my apartment. “I’m dating a black guy and Mom and Dad are being so racist, I know they would be horrible to us if we stayed there.”


“We?” I asked. “You’re both coming to visit, then?”


“Yeah, is that okay?” she asked tentatively.


“Sure; it’s okay with me,” I replied. “I’ll give you guys my master bedroom so you’ll have more room and I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom, no problem.”


“Thanks, Ben. You’re going to like Jackson, he’s so good to me,” she gushed. “I think we might get engaged by the end of the year.”


I had already cleaned my two bedroom apartment when they arrived and the master bedroom was ready for them. Jackson was a foot taller than Wendy with broad shoulders and a shaved head. His hand dwarfed mine when we shook and Wendy clung to him like a hungry puppy.


We had a nice lunch and conversation that gave me a chance to get acquainted with Jackson. He was articulate with a great sense of humor, and he had a vision for their future together. I liked him right away.


That night after we had all retired, I awoke when I heard some moaning. Sitting up in bed I knew what it must be; Wendy and Jackson were having sex. The bathroom in my apartment is large and connects the two bedrooms. The door on their side of the bathroom had been left ajar and my curiosity got the best of me. I snuck in and peered into their bedroom.


My sister had always been afraid of the dark, and just as she always did, she left the lamp on by the bed. Jackson was on his back with his head on the corner of the mattress and Wendy was facing me, sitting on his face and squeezing her tiny breasts. She was looking down at him as he was obviously bringing her to orgasm with his mouth. She was moving slightly on his face and suddenly she nodded to him.


He had his arms looped around her upper thighs and he pulled her harshly down onto his face. She put one hand over her mouth as she came to stifle her moans. Based on how long she kept her position, I guessed that she had two orgasms. I had not paid attention to it, but Jackson’s cock was not only erect, it was HUGE.


Wendy worked her way down his body, but not until she had kissed him voraciously. Soft moans emanated from her as she obviously tasted her own wetness in his mouth. When she finally positioned herself over his erection, I thought it would be impossible for her to fuck him. She mounted him but, as I expected, could not get much of his cock inside her, even though she was obviously very wet.


She barely took half of his cock, and I knew it must be stretching her, but she worked it as best she could. She put her hands on his chest and began rising and falling carefully on his shaft. I sleep in my boxers and I was embarrassed to feel my cock growing as I watched my young sister fucking her boyfriend. The contrast between her small white body and his black cock, too long for her to take it all, aroused me as I watched her obviously enjoying being filled.


They had done this before, it was obvious. There was a certain chemistry between them as she made love to him. He toyed with her hard nipples and she bit her lower lip, half smiling, and half wincing under his touch. She fucked him for what I estimated was a good twenty minutes, during which I decided I would treat my cock to a soft hand job.


Then he reached up and slipped a finger into her mouth and she eagerly sucked it like a tiny black cock. It must have been a communication between them; she got off him and sat on the end of the bed. He got up and stood in front of her, his hands on his hips. She took his gigantic black cock in her tiny hands and slipped her mouth over the end of it. Her mouth could not consume any more than her pussy had, but she wrapped both her hands around his shaft.


What her mouth could not cover, her fists did, and she twisted them back and forth as she stroked his cock, her mouth moving with her hands. He gently caressed the far side of her face as her mouth made love his cock. Her eyes were closed and she seemed lost in a world of lust and passion.


It seemed forever before he placed both hands on top of her head, probably as a warning. She paid no attention, continuing her slow rhythmic movements with her hands and mouth, relentless in her obvious pursuit. The sight of that huge black cock invading her tiny white face was so arousing that I put more emphasis on my hand working my cock.


When Jackson, came, Wendy seemed oblivious, her mouth and hands slowly working his cock. White cream bubbled from the corners of her mouth endlessly, dripping down her chin and onto her erect nipples. I had to quickly slap one hand over my mouth to keep from groaning as my cock erupted quicker than I expected. I tried to turn away from the sex scene in the bedroom and my cock sprayed an arc of cum everywhere.


It was over quickly for me, and I took a quick look into the bedroom. Wendy was licking her lips and wiping her cheek with a finger, sucking it clean. “I’d better go wash up,” she whispered. FUCK! I ran out of the bathroom and shut the door behind me and climbed into bed quickly. My heart was pounding out of my chest.


The bathroom light came on and I heard the water running for a few minutes, then the toilet flushed, and while I waited for a chance to go back in there, I fell asleep.


The next morning, Wendy and Jackson were at the breakfast nook table having coffee when I came in. “Good morning!” I beamed, trying to put last night’s images out of my mind.


Jackson smiled, “Good morning, Ben; sleep well?”


“Yes, I always do,” I answered.


Wendy did not look up but her words were meant for me. “There was something slippery on the bathroom floor last night, but I cleaned it up for you,” she said with a knowing voice.


“Yeah, um, I may have spilled some shampoo, I think,” I said, “Thanks for cleaning it up.”


“Oh, it wasn’t shampoo,” she said looking up at me. “I know because I tasted some on my finger,” she said with a wink.


I quickly turned around to get a cup of coffee and to hide my reaction. BUSTED!

 


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