The New Tenants:
The white couple sat next to each other in their small economy car as it rumbled down the highway toward their new lives. They had left behind their small, entirely white hometown, bound for the legendary progressive haven that was Black Pine. They looked at each other and smiled. After nearly two full days of driving their tiny car packed with all their belongings, the GPS on the phone at the front of their car now showed less than 20 minutes left until they reached the new apartment they had scouted out online.
In the passenger seat, the petit yet curvy brunette wife Jennifer Casey was nearly bouncing with excitement. Her light, almost reddish brown locks, which would otherwise reach to the small of her back; were tied above her head in a messy bun which wiggled in time to her head bobbing along to the hiphop beats flooding the car. Though the relaxed and chill woman hardly wore makeup except for the most important occasions, her gently curving face with a smattering of freckles could still easily pass for a model or actress. Underneath her long, dress-like band t-shirt she wore a bra that struggled to contain her large breasts and a pair of loose black shorts hugged her round, rap-video worthy booty. Though she her favorite hobbies were smoking weed and gaming, she freauently visited the gym and had an incredible slim-thick hourglass figure that made instagram models jealous.
Her phone was connected to the car bluetooth, and through the speakers poured her favorite selection of classic hiphop and gangsta rap. While both of them had grown up in a shelgered white suburb, she was like most progressive white girls her age absolutely enthralled by rap abd urban culture. As she bounced in time to the beat, she shot a conspiritorial glance left to the driver's seat and turned down the music momentarily.
"Hey baby, why don't we light up one more cone for the road before we get to our new home?"
Glancing up from the road, her devoted husband Elliot nodded in quick agreement. As the thin blonde man with youthful features and sandy blonde hair past his ears cracked the windows of their packed economy car, Jen reached into her purse to withdraw a small, sealed plastic tube.
Popping open the container, Jennifer used her long, pointed emerald nails to pull out the thick pre-rolled joint within. They had been saving this hash-infused delicacy since their only visit to California. But now that they were about to reach the legendary progressive stronghold they figured it was the perfect time to celebrate.
Jen lit the joint as she held it against her plump, full lips as she inhaled. As she felt the familiar high return she closed her bright green eyes. The pungent scent of marijuana immediately filled the small car, and as the beatiful wife blew her cloud out the window she passed the joint to her left. Elliot took a hit, and within minutes the joint had completely disappeared and the couple were very stoned for the remaining few miles of their drive into their new home town.
Through the haze in the car, Elliot's mind drifted back to his past with the gorgeous woman sitting beside him. By all rights, the curvy nymph in his passenger seat was way too hot for a scrawny, nerdy guy like himself. They had grown up as neighbors, and Jen was a year older than him. Ever since they first met, Elliot had been hopelessly in love with her. She had played several sports throughout Highschool, and always had tons of guys guys chasing after her. It had crushed Elliot to constantly see her on the arms of the most popular jocks in school, but everything changed in the summer after his Senior year.
That summer, Jen returned from college with a new passion: Cannabis. Fortunately for the nerdy blonde boy, he had a connection to a friend he had met at summer camp who supplied him. Suddenly Jennifer and Elliot began spending all of their time together. Jen soon found she loved talking with the enthusiatic younger boy, and after weeks of talking late into the night they began dating.
All through college, they had been completely in love. They went to the same school, where Jen studied Psychology and PoliSci while Elliot majored in Graphic Design. Every day they would go to campus together, return and do their homework together, then smoke pot and relax for the rest of the night. They shared a fun and playful relationship, with Jennifer as the clear dominant as she was always teasing him and playfully giving commands. This continued when Jen graduated a year before Elliot. With her free time she decided to stream herself playing video games from their shared apartment near campus. She quickly developed a small but devoted following on a few streaming platforms.
After Elliot graduated and had a quick civil marraige at the courthouse, he and Jen decided to move somewhere more liberal than their small, mostly white suburban town. After much research on Twitter and Tiktok, and looking into some suggestions by her streaming fans, Jen became convinced that Black Pine was where they needed to be. As a proudly progressive couple, she explained to Elliot that it was their duty to embrace new cultures and new ideas. White guilt had been thoroughly ingrained in both of the impressionable young adults, and while they had never left their sheltered home town they felt a deep affinity for the oppressed Black culture. So now, with Elliot age 22 and Jennifer 23, the young couple had decided to move to the famously equitable Black Pine to experience a new way of life.
As they finally curved off the highway and onto the off-ramp, they finally saw with their own eyes the city that would become their new home. Tall, clean government buildings stood high above the streets, projecting power and authority. They passed by a gorgously decorated stone courthouse, sleek glass and metal office buildings, and fancy sportscars parked by the street. As they passed by the tallest building in the downtown, the stoned Jen looked up starry-eyed at its' sleek silver surface and sign reading "Black Paradise Hotel", with a jet-black, rearing lion beside it.
As the GPS continued to guide them, the buildings they passed became more and more run down. It seemed as though they were heading away from the wealthy downtown into a more industrial area, and their phone navigation confirmed they were leaving the so called 'Civic District' and entering the 'Brickyards' neighborhood where their new apartment building was located. For a second Jennifer's upper middle class upbringing felt a flicker of concernation, but she quickly pushed this down as a priveleged microaggresion.
Finally, the GPS pinged as they reached the destination of their long drive. The young married couple turned off the road into a parking lot of cracked asphalt. The half-full lot was next to a small, somewhat decrepit brick apartment building.
"This area is called the Brickyard..." Elliot began to explain, "... and these apartments are rent-controlled." In fact, the Brickyards was a rapidly expanding hub of urban culture in Black Pine.
"It looks fantastic!" The bubbly young woman cut him off, her high and excitement to experience new cultures overcoming her earlier hesitancy. "I can't wait to see our place!".
Happily surprised by his wife's reaction, the young white man was pleased they had gone through the rigourous application process. Most whites moving to Black Pine crowded into the Black Pine Gardens trailer park or one of posh primarily white neighborhoods.
Wanting to fight against gentrification, the white couple had to apply specially to get a spot in their new minority-dominated apartment. Their application with the movement that owned the building had included various questionairres about their political beliefs, ****** and religious backgrounds, and feelings on Black culture and interracial relationships. The movement even demanded complete access to their social media pages and lists of contacts, to which they willingly agreed. The two had found it a little odd when they were both requested to provide full-body photographs, but had dutifully complied. They would do whatever it took to show that they were ready to live by their progressive values.
Elliot turned off the car and texted the landlady he had emailed with to come let them in. After just a few minutes, a Black woman in her 30's came to the door of the small apartment complex. The young white couple hurried up to meet her, and the woman introduced herself as Imani.
Imani was a curvy yet taught black woman, her skin a deep black and her hair was in tight braids and tied back, while a colorful and loose-fitting dress hid most of her figure. Thanks to the dress, the white couple could only just make out the curves of her full chest and round hips, and it was also obvious that her stomach was toned and flat underneath. In her African-style shoes she was easily 6'1", several inches taller than either of the new arrivals. Although to the younger couple she appeared maybe 30, her true age was actually 38. As she welcomed her new tenants, they detected a slight Kenyan accent that the first-generation immigrant retained even after moving to Black Pine as a teen.
After the introductions were complete, Imani ushered the young married couple inside of the apartment building. She turned sideways in the narrow entryway with her back against the door, taking stock of the two whites as they squeezed past her inside. Elliot was the first to pass by, meeky averting his eyes downward from her gaze and then hurriedly looking aside so as not to look down at her volumtuous cleavage. The short, stacked brunette was next, sliding in past the older Black woman. As she passed, Imani could feel the younger womans' pert, firm boobs press against her upper stomach. Out of the corner of her eye, Imani caught the sexy wife looking straight at the round, dark melons which were straining at the landlady's top mere inches from her face.
As the couple entered the narrow hallways, Imani pointed them up a small staircase to their left. She followed closely behind the two, looking up the stairs at them from behind. She could see Jen's round, pale ass cheeks jiggling at under her small black shorts. Each cheek was ar least the size of a basketball, at the end of her thick and curvy thighs with an alluring gap between them. The skin of her legs was completely smooth flawless, as white as milk and totally unblemished. Her shirt was riding up slightly, giving Imani a peek at the pale small of her back. The older African woman smiled; in her minds' eye she could clearly picture spreading the pale orbs of that phat ass and running her tongue slowly from the top of the white girl's pussy to her ass.
Shaking her head, she glanced past the white woman at her young husband leading the way up the stairs. From behind his blonde hair covered his ears, and he two was wearing shorts but with a much tighter t-shirt which hugged his slemder chest. Just looking at his outline, Imani could already tell he would not be much of a challenge. With his narrow shoulders and thin frame, along with the meek look in his eyes when they met, she knew he certainly was not the kind of Alpha male who would live up to her standards. However with a second glance at his narrow waist and small bubble butt, the African woman realized she definitely could find a use for him.
As the couple slid past, she detected a slight skunky odor, causing their dark-skinned guide to silently rejoice inside. Knowing that these two were already open to black culture by their habit, the wheels began turning in her mind of how she could use this to bring them under black control.
Imani was still licking her lips, images of Jennifer and Elliot flicking through her mind when the group arrived at the second floor. She directed them to the end of the hall, where another stairway led to the third floor. As they walked down the hall, the group could tell at least some of the tenants were home.
They passed the first door and they could hear the heavy, urban beats of hiphop music from the apartment within. They couldn't recognize the lyrics; but an aggressive sounding, accented black man could be heard rapping along to the track. Still feeling the buzz from their joint in the car, Jen began to bob her head to the beat almost unconsciously.
As they passed the second door the music was slightly drowned out by the increasingly obvious sounds of sex from within. A woman's high pitched moaning and whimpering could be heard through the door, along with an occasional deep manly grunt and groan. and the rythmic squeaking of bedsprings and the pounding of the headboard only confirmed the passerby's suspicions. Ever the more sexually adventurous, Jennifer shot a wink at her nerdy husband and watched him blush. Behind them Imani didn't seem to react at all, suggesting this was not unusual for the apartment building.
The group approached the final door in the hallway, the door suddenly opened. Along with a small billow of pot-smoken into the hallway stepped a beautiful black woman. She looked to be in her mid-30s, but with her athletic figure she could easily pass for a cheerleader. With a half annoyed look on her face she called back into the apartment before turning around.
"Just don't get too crazy while I'm gone Terrance! I'll be back from the boutique soon!"
Before this new woman had a chance to look up, "Aaliyah!" exclaimed Imani.
The landlady slid briskly past her new tenants, throwing her arms around her friend as they chattered about going out that coming Friday night. Aaliyah soon excused herself though, saying she needed to run some errands. As she squeezed by the couple in the tight hallway, Jen couldn't help but feel a bolt of excitement as their breasts pressed together for the briefest second. On the way out her gaze caught Elliot's; in her eyes he could see a look like a hungry lioness that made him shiver before she disappeared downstairs.
The group finally made their way up tbe last set of stairs. The first door on the third floor led to their apartment, and Imani led them all inside and handed them each a copy of the key. The rent was due at the beginning of each month she sternly reminded them, before finally leaving them alone in their new home.
After a moment of silence, Jennifer and Elliot embranced esch other hard. They kissed happily, and looked around the apartment. While not large, it had bedroom, livingroom, kitchen, and bathroom. To the young couple, this was paradise! They made several hurried trips up and down the stairs, carrying the boxes of their belongings from their car. They didn't encounter any neighbors on any of those trips, though when they passed by they could tell that loud sex was now occuring in both the second and third rooms of the second floor. The two giggled quietly at each other and hurried past.
As they set down the last of their boxes, the couple now found themselves alone for the first time since they started their move. Without hesitation they came together, kissing passionately. Jen was without a doubt the dominant partner, holding Elliot by the head and leading them as they made out. The gorgeous woman ran her hands all over her slender husband's body as they kissed. While she sometimes missed feeling the hard, fit bodies of the jocks she dated before him, she loved her husband and found him absolutely adorable, and even hot but in a different kind of way from the burning heat she felt with those dominant men. Jen placed a hand on Elliot's slender chest and pushed him backwards until the two fell on the bed that came furnished with the apartment.
As their kissing grew more intense, Jennifer began to writhe and hump with arousal. Her body undulating like a belly dancer ontop of him as their tongues danced. As she began to shed one clothing item at a time she huskily ordered her husband to strip. In seconds he laid naked next to her, while she remained in her underwear and reclined on the bed like a goddess. Wearing a matching light lacy blue bra and thong set, Jen looked like a Victoria's Secret lingere model to the young man. Her lace-edged top struggled to contain her firm, pale breasts, and the soft white curve of her hips were mostly left uncovered by the lacy thong.
Making eye contact with her husband, Jen reached behind her back and with one smooth motion let her bra fall away. Her big, double-D cup breasts bounced just a bit, seeming to defy gravity as they stood there. Within seconds if feeling the cool air, her pale pink nipples began to harden.
As her husband watched, his pale, white penis began to rise to attention and in moments he was fully hard. Jen saw it and couldn't supress a small smile. She had been with plenty of guys before her husband, enough to know that his meager four and a half inch penis was certainly nothing exceptional. However this had never been much of an issue for them, since she rarely even attempted to use it for her own sexual pleasure. Instead, she pulled Eliot in for a passionate kiss in what was the start of their nightly ritual.
The kissing of the two became more intense, their tongues swirling as ther began to dry hump against each other. Jennifer guided one of Elliots hands to her breast, where he meekly rubbed and massaged it tenderly. Jen's exploring hands were running all over the whiteboi's body, caressing his back and thighs, grabbing his ass cheeks and tweaking his nipples. Every movement she made caused very unmanish gasps and squeaks to escape his lips, much to Jen's satisfaction. She always loved seeing him so under her thumb, it gave her a tingling thrill to have him helplessly under her control. After long minutes of build up, Jennifer broke their passionate kiss, grabbing her husband lightly by his hair and pushing on the top of his head.
"Honey... you KNOW what I want..."
Nodding, Elliot kissed his way down Jen's neck, across her chest, only briefly licking one of her pink nipples, before kissing down her stomach. As he began slowly pulling down her lace thong, Jen got out her phone. She put one hand on top of her husbands head, she started to search with her other. This was Jennifer's guilty pleasure: she loved watching porn while Elliot went down on her. Scrolling through her favorites, she found what she was looking for. Ever since she was a teen she had been addicted to watching women strip online; despite this she hated the idea of Elliot watching porn and demanded total abstinence from him except for her attentions.
She shuddered as she felt the pale boy between her legs begin to tentatively lick the outer folds of her pussy. On the screen in front of her face, two strippers were grinding against each other. One white woman, the other black. Both were wearing only thongs, and the black strippers large breasts were crowned with gold piercings. Jen gasped, focusing on the black stripper's tits as her submissive husband got into rythm flicking her clit.
After a few minutes, she was panting and moaning, grabbing Elliots hair and grinding against his face. On screen, a black stripper had blonde white stripper bent over on her knees on the stage. It was clearly some kind of club which primarily catered to thuggish black men. Gansta looking guys whooped and hollered while the black stripper teased the white girl's pussy from behind.
Jen moaned loudly, humping against her husband's face as he kept a steady pace with his tongue. She couldn't help but imagine herself in the pale stripper's place and felt herself gush at the idea of being so exposed on stage. The video rolled into another, this time of a pale redhead and a stacked latina, the two grinding on each leg of a hugely muscular seated black man. The wife let out a high pitched whine as she noticed the long bulge in the mans sweatpants between the two gyrating asses on his lap.
This was her other secret. In the last year she had been a twitch streamer while her new husband finished school. She had a lot of time on her hands, and one of her new hobbies was watching online porn for hours a day. In recent months, she had fallen down something of a rabbithole. Increasingly, she began to include 'Big Cock' along with her usual 'stripper', 'big titty', and 'black girl' tags.
Now as Elliot began to suck her clit into his mouth and swirl his tongue around it, Jen shivered and watched the girls on screen bend over at the waist, pointing their thong-clad asses and barely concealed slits to the camera before slowly sliding to her knees. While she watched, her husband increased his pace on her clit. After years of going down on her nightly, the clumbsy formerly virgin Elliot had at least become quite good at providing her oral pleasure. She huffed and cursed as she watched the strippers slowly peel their dripping wet underwear off, and finally they began to reach for the waistband of their audience of one.
Through the apartment's thin floor, the sounds of hard sex became more audible and distinct. The whimpering female moans reached a fevered pitch, as though a woman was having a constant orgasm. The crashing intensified, and suddenly a deep male grunting could be faintly heard. For Jen, the voyeristic sounds of another couple only increased her excitement.
Finally the sweatpants began to slide downward. More and more thick, dark black shaft was exposed as Jen gasped along with the girls on screen. After what seemed to her an impossibly long distance, the huge black cock sprung upward between the two naked girls smiling faces. At this image Jennifer completely lost it; she clamped her thighs tightly around Elliot's head as she felt an orgasm overcome her. He continued to lick and suck on her clit to prolong her pleasure until she pushed him away from her spasming loins.
As Elliot climbed up the bed beside her, she drew him in for a passionate kiss. As they made out, Jen noticed her husband's pale pink stiffy, pointing longingly up into the air. Barely over finger-length, she chuckled inwardly at it. Since her husband had given her so much pleasure, she decided tonight would be perfect to reward him with sex. Kissing her way down his neck, she stopped to lick and suck on Elliot's bare nipple. He let out a whine; his nipples had always been sensitive and she loved to tease him.
After a few seconds, Jen could contain herself no longer. She needed a dick inside her! And while her husband had never been able to scratch some of her deeper itches, she decided it was worth it to try. Kissing quickly downward, she moved to lick up Elliot's meager shaft. Looking up into his eyes, she slowly lowered her mouth completely over his small dick.
Jen had had plenty of practice with the boys in their home town, so she had no problem easily deepthroating his short dick. She actually considered herself something of a blowjob expert; and while she would never have described herself as slutty, she had definitly sucked a few men off. The largest of them had told her he was 8 inches long, but she believed he was probably closer to 7 and a half inches. Whatever the case, she figured that was pretty big. Only the BBCs she had occasionally seen in porn could top that, but surely men in real life weren't equipt like that.
Jen tucked her hair back and began to move her head slightly back and forth n stroking her lips up and down the thin pink penis in her mouth. After only two strokes, Elliot was moaning uncontrollably. The thought flashed throug her head that he probably wouldn't last long; and before she had time for anything else her prediction came true. Only two more pumps and the skinny white boy stiffened and shook. She felt him grow slighty and begin to throb in her mouth. Eliot let out a high pitched moan as four small watery spurts shot into his wife's suckling mouth.
Jennifer was both satisfied and disappointed. She was glad to have one again demonstrated her sexual abilities, yet disappointed by the empty among in her vagina. She swallowed her husband's tiny load before pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
He didn't resist; for their entire relationship she had often kissed him after swallowing his cum. Their tongues danced together sharing his thin, watery, slightly sweet and salty juice between their mouths. They broke for only a second to both swallow before they returned to kissing. This was how their sexual life almost always occured: he would eat her to one or multiple orgasms, then if he was lucky she would give him a quick blowjob or allow him to masturbate to her naked body. This only happened sometimes, as they both also shared a fetish for tease and denial and she would often have him pleasure her without any relief for Elliot.
They both lay panting, looking up at the ceiling of their new home. After a few minutes of quiet pillow talk, Elliot upacked a box to get out their shared bong. The two smoked a bowl of their hometown weed, leaving them with only a little bit in their stash. They snuggled together, ready to sleep. Elliot had a new job starting in the morning, and was totally exhausted from the trip. Jen was still achingly empty, and the weed only made her hornier. As her husband slept next to her, she turned on her phone and silently masturbated again before also falling into a deep slumber.
In her own apartement on the first floor of the rent-controlled brick building, Imani was having a very different sexual experience. The fit African woman was completely naked, perched up on the bed with her feet on either side of her to hold het up more than a foot off the bed. She was sitting astride the lap of a powerful black man with her ass to him, her beatufully manicured hand reaching down between her spread legs to steady his forarm-long and wrist-thick coal black shaft. Rubbing his plum-sized purple head between the soaking lips of her dark pussy, she could feel herself growing wetter by the second as his tip teased her slit.
"Fuck Nasir... Gimme that big fucking dick already! 'Been craving this thing all day!". She gasped out as his thick tip found her sopping pussy and began to push undeniably against her entrance. "Fffuuucckk!" The experienced black woman exclaimed, feeling his girth as she began to put her weight down and his domed head stared to push her open. As his huge black cock started to sink into her, Imani sat upright in reverse cowgirl. She started to really push down hard, feeling inch after thick inch pushing into her. The stretched, impossibly full feeling made her feel at ease and fullfilled.
The curvy black woman began to slowly bounce up and down, feeling more and more of her lover's huge cock inside her. After several minutes of bouncing, she could feel the round globes of her big dark brown ass hitting against her man's hard stomach. He grabbed her hips, guiding her up so that at least 8 inches of dick was withdrawn before sinking her all the way back down in one smooth stroke. Imani moaned loudly, bouncing again and again until after a few minutes they were fucking at a steady pace. Nasir groaned, watching her thick black booty clap against his lap and feeling her silky vagina massage his length.
"Oh my Gawddd!" Imani screamed loudly, feeling her pussy clench uncontrollably in a mind blowing orgasm. She rolled off of Nasir, immediately sucking and slurping happily on his 11-inch monster. "Bend over girl..." Nasir growled, showing unusual sexual restraint for his character because of his respect for this Ebony queen. As she got on all fours, the proud Black Power Movement activist took a second to admire the perfect roundness of her jiggly ass. Clapping her cheeks with one hand, he guided himself back into her hungry slit with his other.
Both lovers gasped in pleasure as he once again sank deeply into her. The superior black lovers rejoyced, with Nasirs long uninhibited strokes hitting the spots in Imani that only a true African King can reach. The fit black woman arched her back, making her booty pop even higher and her cheeks to make an audible *clap* as they bounced together. His heavy, swinging balls slapped in a continuous rythm against her sensetive clit. For a second Imani imaged how many white women those massive balls had impregnated, and the thought sent a white hot orgasm flashing through her body. Really, nothing got Imani hotter than the idea of conquoring white people, making them pay reparations, and then breeding them out of existance.
Nasir slowly withdrew as Imani continued to cum, and she squirted as he finally exited her. Not one to waste time when his balls needed draining, he quickly flipped her onto her back and pushed her legs over his shoulders to fuck her in missionary position. Nasir's huge cock pistoned in and out of her, over and over until she exploded in passion again. He was breathing heavily through gritted teeth when finally the experienced ebony woman could tell her lover was about to erupt.
With a final roar, Nasir finally pulled his obscenely long and thick black cock from Imani's tight snatch, stroking furiously with his right hand. She fell to her knees before him, her mouth open and tongue extended. Finally his dick hardened even more and began to pulse. Jets of thick, pearly sperm covered Imani's tongue and pooled in her mouth. She pushed her huge dark breasts together to make an even bigger target, but as he continued to spurt she was still suprised as always by the sheer volume Nasir could produce. It seemed he came for a solid minute, and she counted ten huge squirts before it became a steady flow. He absolutely coated her face, neck, and boobs!
As the dark-skinned couple showered and kissed, Imani told Nasir of the newly arrived couple. As a high-ranking BPM activist, he was naturally excited at the prospect of a new couple to introduce to black supremacy. However he trusted Imani's judgement, and would let her take the reigns on this project. Asleep upstairs in their bed, the naive white couple had no idea how far they were about to fall. It was only a matter of time before the Black Power Movement would have another pair of devoted followers.
The white couple sat next to each other in their small economy car as it rumbled down the highway toward their new lives. They had left behind their small, entirely white hometown, bound for the legendary progressive haven that was Black Pine. They looked at each other and smiled. After nearly two full days of driving their tiny car packed with all their belongings, the GPS on the phone at the front of their car now showed less than 20 minutes left until they reached the new apartment they had scouted out online.
In the passenger seat, the petit yet curvy brunette wife Jennifer Casey was nearly bouncing with excitement. Her light, almost reddish brown locks, which would otherwise reach to the small of her back; were tied above her head in a messy bun which wiggled in time to her head bobbing along to the hiphop beats flooding the car. Though the relaxed and chill woman hardly wore makeup except for the most important occasions, her gently curving face with a smattering of freckles could still easily pass for a model or actress. Underneath her long, dress-like band t-shirt she wore a bra that struggled to contain her large breasts and a pair of loose black shorts hugged her round, rap-video worthy booty. Though she her favorite hobbies were smoking weed and gaming, she freauently visited the gym and had an incredible slim-thick hourglass figure that made instagram models jealous.
Her phone was connected to the car bluetooth, and through the speakers poured her favorite selection of classic hiphop and gangsta rap. While both of them had grown up in a shelgered white suburb, she was like most progressive white girls her age absolutely enthralled by rap abd urban culture. As she bounced in time to the beat, she shot a conspiritorial glance left to the driver's seat and turned down the music momentarily.
"Hey baby, why don't we light up one more cone for the road before we get to our new home?"
Glancing up from the road, her devoted husband Elliot nodded in quick agreement. As the thin blonde man with youthful features and sandy blonde hair past his ears cracked the windows of their packed economy car, Jen reached into her purse to withdraw a small, sealed plastic tube.
Popping open the container, Jennifer used her long, pointed emerald nails to pull out the thick pre-rolled joint within. They had been saving this hash-infused delicacy since their only visit to California. But now that they were about to reach the legendary progressive stronghold they figured it was the perfect time to celebrate.
Jen lit the joint as she held it against her plump, full lips as she inhaled. As she felt the familiar high return she closed her bright green eyes. The pungent scent of marijuana immediately filled the small car, and as the beatiful wife blew her cloud out the window she passed the joint to her left. Elliot took a hit, and within minutes the joint had completely disappeared and the couple were very stoned for the remaining few miles of their drive into their new home town.
Through the haze in the car, Elliot's mind drifted back to his past with the gorgeous woman sitting beside him. By all rights, the curvy nymph in his passenger seat was way too hot for a scrawny, nerdy guy like himself. They had grown up as neighbors, and Jen was a year older than him. Ever since they first met, Elliot had been hopelessly in love with her. She had played several sports throughout Highschool, and always had tons of guys guys chasing after her. It had crushed Elliot to constantly see her on the arms of the most popular jocks in school, but everything changed in the summer after his Senior year.
That summer, Jen returned from college with a new passion: Cannabis. Fortunately for the nerdy blonde boy, he had a connection to a friend he had met at summer camp who supplied him. Suddenly Jennifer and Elliot began spending all of their time together. Jen soon found she loved talking with the enthusiatic younger boy, and after weeks of talking late into the night they began dating.
All through college, they had been completely in love. They went to the same school, where Jen studied Psychology and PoliSci while Elliot majored in Graphic Design. Every day they would go to campus together, return and do their homework together, then smoke pot and relax for the rest of the night. They shared a fun and playful relationship, with Jennifer as the clear dominant as she was always teasing him and playfully giving commands. This continued when Jen graduated a year before Elliot. With her free time she decided to stream herself playing video games from their shared apartment near campus. She quickly developed a small but devoted following on a few streaming platforms.
After Elliot graduated and had a quick civil marraige at the courthouse, he and Jen decided to move somewhere more liberal than their small, mostly white suburban town. After much research on Twitter and Tiktok, and looking into some suggestions by her streaming fans, Jen became convinced that Black Pine was where they needed to be. As a proudly progressive couple, she explained to Elliot that it was their duty to embrace new cultures and new ideas. White guilt had been thoroughly ingrained in both of the impressionable young adults, and while they had never left their sheltered home town they felt a deep affinity for the oppressed Black culture. So now, with Elliot age 22 and Jennifer 23, the young couple had decided to move to the famously equitable Black Pine to experience a new way of life.
As they finally curved off the highway and onto the off-ramp, they finally saw with their own eyes the city that would become their new home. Tall, clean government buildings stood high above the streets, projecting power and authority. They passed by a gorgously decorated stone courthouse, sleek glass and metal office buildings, and fancy sportscars parked by the street. As they passed by the tallest building in the downtown, the stoned Jen looked up starry-eyed at its' sleek silver surface and sign reading "Black Paradise Hotel", with a jet-black, rearing lion beside it.
As the GPS continued to guide them, the buildings they passed became more and more run down. It seemed as though they were heading away from the wealthy downtown into a more industrial area, and their phone navigation confirmed they were leaving the so called 'Civic District' and entering the 'Brickyards' neighborhood where their new apartment building was located. For a second Jennifer's upper middle class upbringing felt a flicker of concernation, but she quickly pushed this down as a priveleged microaggresion.
Finally, the GPS pinged as they reached the destination of their long drive. The young married couple turned off the road into a parking lot of cracked asphalt. The half-full lot was next to a small, somewhat decrepit brick apartment building.
"This area is called the Brickyard..." Elliot began to explain, "... and these apartments are rent-controlled." In fact, the Brickyards was a rapidly expanding hub of urban culture in Black Pine.
"It looks fantastic!" The bubbly young woman cut him off, her high and excitement to experience new cultures overcoming her earlier hesitancy. "I can't wait to see our place!".
Happily surprised by his wife's reaction, the young white man was pleased they had gone through the rigourous application process. Most whites moving to Black Pine crowded into the Black Pine Gardens trailer park or one of posh primarily white neighborhoods.
Wanting to fight against gentrification, the white couple had to apply specially to get a spot in their new minority-dominated apartment. Their application with the movement that owned the building had included various questionairres about their political beliefs, ****** and religious backgrounds, and feelings on Black culture and interracial relationships. The movement even demanded complete access to their social media pages and lists of contacts, to which they willingly agreed. The two had found it a little odd when they were both requested to provide full-body photographs, but had dutifully complied. They would do whatever it took to show that they were ready to live by their progressive values.
Elliot turned off the car and texted the landlady he had emailed with to come let them in. After just a few minutes, a Black woman in her 30's came to the door of the small apartment complex. The young white couple hurried up to meet her, and the woman introduced herself as Imani.
Imani was a curvy yet taught black woman, her skin a deep black and her hair was in tight braids and tied back, while a colorful and loose-fitting dress hid most of her figure. Thanks to the dress, the white couple could only just make out the curves of her full chest and round hips, and it was also obvious that her stomach was toned and flat underneath. In her African-style shoes she was easily 6'1", several inches taller than either of the new arrivals. Although to the younger couple she appeared maybe 30, her true age was actually 38. As she welcomed her new tenants, they detected a slight Kenyan accent that the first-generation immigrant retained even after moving to Black Pine as a teen.
After the introductions were complete, Imani ushered the young married couple inside of the apartment building. She turned sideways in the narrow entryway with her back against the door, taking stock of the two whites as they squeezed past her inside. Elliot was the first to pass by, meeky averting his eyes downward from her gaze and then hurriedly looking aside so as not to look down at her volumtuous cleavage. The short, stacked brunette was next, sliding in past the older Black woman. As she passed, Imani could feel the younger womans' pert, firm boobs press against her upper stomach. Out of the corner of her eye, Imani caught the sexy wife looking straight at the round, dark melons which were straining at the landlady's top mere inches from her face.
As the couple entered the narrow hallways, Imani pointed them up a small staircase to their left. She followed closely behind the two, looking up the stairs at them from behind. She could see Jen's round, pale ass cheeks jiggling at under her small black shorts. Each cheek was ar least the size of a basketball, at the end of her thick and curvy thighs with an alluring gap between them. The skin of her legs was completely smooth flawless, as white as milk and totally unblemished. Her shirt was riding up slightly, giving Imani a peek at the pale small of her back. The older African woman smiled; in her minds' eye she could clearly picture spreading the pale orbs of that phat ass and running her tongue slowly from the top of the white girl's pussy to her ass.
Shaking her head, she glanced past the white woman at her young husband leading the way up the stairs. From behind his blonde hair covered his ears, and he two was wearing shorts but with a much tighter t-shirt which hugged his slemder chest. Just looking at his outline, Imani could already tell he would not be much of a challenge. With his narrow shoulders and thin frame, along with the meek look in his eyes when they met, she knew he certainly was not the kind of Alpha male who would live up to her standards. However with a second glance at his narrow waist and small bubble butt, the African woman realized she definitely could find a use for him.
As the couple slid past, she detected a slight skunky odor, causing their dark-skinned guide to silently rejoice inside. Knowing that these two were already open to black culture by their habit, the wheels began turning in her mind of how she could use this to bring them under black control.
Imani was still licking her lips, images of Jennifer and Elliot flicking through her mind when the group arrived at the second floor. She directed them to the end of the hall, where another stairway led to the third floor. As they walked down the hall, the group could tell at least some of the tenants were home.
They passed the first door and they could hear the heavy, urban beats of hiphop music from the apartment within. They couldn't recognize the lyrics; but an aggressive sounding, accented black man could be heard rapping along to the track. Still feeling the buzz from their joint in the car, Jen began to bob her head to the beat almost unconsciously.
As they passed the second door the music was slightly drowned out by the increasingly obvious sounds of sex from within. A woman's high pitched moaning and whimpering could be heard through the door, along with an occasional deep manly grunt and groan. and the rythmic squeaking of bedsprings and the pounding of the headboard only confirmed the passerby's suspicions. Ever the more sexually adventurous, Jennifer shot a wink at her nerdy husband and watched him blush. Behind them Imani didn't seem to react at all, suggesting this was not unusual for the apartment building.
The group approached the final door in the hallway, the door suddenly opened. Along with a small billow of pot-smoken into the hallway stepped a beautiful black woman. She looked to be in her mid-30s, but with her athletic figure she could easily pass for a cheerleader. With a half annoyed look on her face she called back into the apartment before turning around.
"Just don't get too crazy while I'm gone Terrance! I'll be back from the boutique soon!"
Before this new woman had a chance to look up, "Aaliyah!" exclaimed Imani.
The landlady slid briskly past her new tenants, throwing her arms around her friend as they chattered about going out that coming Friday night. Aaliyah soon excused herself though, saying she needed to run some errands. As she squeezed by the couple in the tight hallway, Jen couldn't help but feel a bolt of excitement as their breasts pressed together for the briefest second. On the way out her gaze caught Elliot's; in her eyes he could see a look like a hungry lioness that made him shiver before she disappeared downstairs.
The group finally made their way up tbe last set of stairs. The first door on the third floor led to their apartment, and Imani led them all inside and handed them each a copy of the key. The rent was due at the beginning of each month she sternly reminded them, before finally leaving them alone in their new home.
After a moment of silence, Jennifer and Elliot embranced esch other hard. They kissed happily, and looked around the apartment. While not large, it had bedroom, livingroom, kitchen, and bathroom. To the young couple, this was paradise! They made several hurried trips up and down the stairs, carrying the boxes of their belongings from their car. They didn't encounter any neighbors on any of those trips, though when they passed by they could tell that loud sex was now occuring in both the second and third rooms of the second floor. The two giggled quietly at each other and hurried past.
As they set down the last of their boxes, the couple now found themselves alone for the first time since they started their move. Without hesitation they came together, kissing passionately. Jen was without a doubt the dominant partner, holding Elliot by the head and leading them as they made out. The gorgeous woman ran her hands all over her slender husband's body as they kissed. While she sometimes missed feeling the hard, fit bodies of the jocks she dated before him, she loved her husband and found him absolutely adorable, and even hot but in a different kind of way from the burning heat she felt with those dominant men. Jen placed a hand on Elliot's slender chest and pushed him backwards until the two fell on the bed that came furnished with the apartment.
As their kissing grew more intense, Jennifer began to writhe and hump with arousal. Her body undulating like a belly dancer ontop of him as their tongues danced. As she began to shed one clothing item at a time she huskily ordered her husband to strip. In seconds he laid naked next to her, while she remained in her underwear and reclined on the bed like a goddess. Wearing a matching light lacy blue bra and thong set, Jen looked like a Victoria's Secret lingere model to the young man. Her lace-edged top struggled to contain her firm, pale breasts, and the soft white curve of her hips were mostly left uncovered by the lacy thong.
Making eye contact with her husband, Jen reached behind her back and with one smooth motion let her bra fall away. Her big, double-D cup breasts bounced just a bit, seeming to defy gravity as they stood there. Within seconds if feeling the cool air, her pale pink nipples began to harden.
As her husband watched, his pale, white penis began to rise to attention and in moments he was fully hard. Jen saw it and couldn't supress a small smile. She had been with plenty of guys before her husband, enough to know that his meager four and a half inch penis was certainly nothing exceptional. However this had never been much of an issue for them, since she rarely even attempted to use it for her own sexual pleasure. Instead, she pulled Eliot in for a passionate kiss in what was the start of their nightly ritual.
The kissing of the two became more intense, their tongues swirling as ther began to dry hump against each other. Jennifer guided one of Elliots hands to her breast, where he meekly rubbed and massaged it tenderly. Jen's exploring hands were running all over the whiteboi's body, caressing his back and thighs, grabbing his ass cheeks and tweaking his nipples. Every movement she made caused very unmanish gasps and squeaks to escape his lips, much to Jen's satisfaction. She always loved seeing him so under her thumb, it gave her a tingling thrill to have him helplessly under her control. After long minutes of build up, Jennifer broke their passionate kiss, grabbing her husband lightly by his hair and pushing on the top of his head.
"Honey... you KNOW what I want..."
Nodding, Elliot kissed his way down Jen's neck, across her chest, only briefly licking one of her pink nipples, before kissing down her stomach. As he began slowly pulling down her lace thong, Jen got out her phone. She put one hand on top of her husbands head, she started to search with her other. This was Jennifer's guilty pleasure: she loved watching porn while Elliot went down on her. Scrolling through her favorites, she found what she was looking for. Ever since she was a teen she had been addicted to watching women strip online; despite this she hated the idea of Elliot watching porn and demanded total abstinence from him except for her attentions.
She shuddered as she felt the pale boy between her legs begin to tentatively lick the outer folds of her pussy. On the screen in front of her face, two strippers were grinding against each other. One white woman, the other black. Both were wearing only thongs, and the black strippers large breasts were crowned with gold piercings. Jen gasped, focusing on the black stripper's tits as her submissive husband got into rythm flicking her clit.
After a few minutes, she was panting and moaning, grabbing Elliots hair and grinding against his face. On screen, a black stripper had blonde white stripper bent over on her knees on the stage. It was clearly some kind of club which primarily catered to thuggish black men. Gansta looking guys whooped and hollered while the black stripper teased the white girl's pussy from behind.
Jen moaned loudly, humping against her husband's face as he kept a steady pace with his tongue. She couldn't help but imagine herself in the pale stripper's place and felt herself gush at the idea of being so exposed on stage. The video rolled into another, this time of a pale redhead and a stacked latina, the two grinding on each leg of a hugely muscular seated black man. The wife let out a high pitched whine as she noticed the long bulge in the mans sweatpants between the two gyrating asses on his lap.
This was her other secret. In the last year she had been a twitch streamer while her new husband finished school. She had a lot of time on her hands, and one of her new hobbies was watching online porn for hours a day. In recent months, she had fallen down something of a rabbithole. Increasingly, she began to include 'Big Cock' along with her usual 'stripper', 'big titty', and 'black girl' tags.
Now as Elliot began to suck her clit into his mouth and swirl his tongue around it, Jen shivered and watched the girls on screen bend over at the waist, pointing their thong-clad asses and barely concealed slits to the camera before slowly sliding to her knees. While she watched, her husband increased his pace on her clit. After years of going down on her nightly, the clumbsy formerly virgin Elliot had at least become quite good at providing her oral pleasure. She huffed and cursed as she watched the strippers slowly peel their dripping wet underwear off, and finally they began to reach for the waistband of their audience of one.
Through the apartment's thin floor, the sounds of hard sex became more audible and distinct. The whimpering female moans reached a fevered pitch, as though a woman was having a constant orgasm. The crashing intensified, and suddenly a deep male grunting could be faintly heard. For Jen, the voyeristic sounds of another couple only increased her excitement.
Finally the sweatpants began to slide downward. More and more thick, dark black shaft was exposed as Jen gasped along with the girls on screen. After what seemed to her an impossibly long distance, the huge black cock sprung upward between the two naked girls smiling faces. At this image Jennifer completely lost it; she clamped her thighs tightly around Elliot's head as she felt an orgasm overcome her. He continued to lick and suck on her clit to prolong her pleasure until she pushed him away from her spasming loins.
As Elliot climbed up the bed beside her, she drew him in for a passionate kiss. As they made out, Jen noticed her husband's pale pink stiffy, pointing longingly up into the air. Barely over finger-length, she chuckled inwardly at it. Since her husband had given her so much pleasure, she decided tonight would be perfect to reward him with sex. Kissing her way down his neck, she stopped to lick and suck on Elliot's bare nipple. He let out a whine; his nipples had always been sensitive and she loved to tease him.
After a few seconds, Jen could contain herself no longer. She needed a dick inside her! And while her husband had never been able to scratch some of her deeper itches, she decided it was worth it to try. Kissing quickly downward, she moved to lick up Elliot's meager shaft. Looking up into his eyes, she slowly lowered her mouth completely over his small dick.
Jen had had plenty of practice with the boys in their home town, so she had no problem easily deepthroating his short dick. She actually considered herself something of a blowjob expert; and while she would never have described herself as slutty, she had definitly sucked a few men off. The largest of them had told her he was 8 inches long, but she believed he was probably closer to 7 and a half inches. Whatever the case, she figured that was pretty big. Only the BBCs she had occasionally seen in porn could top that, but surely men in real life weren't equipt like that.
Jen tucked her hair back and began to move her head slightly back and forth n stroking her lips up and down the thin pink penis in her mouth. After only two strokes, Elliot was moaning uncontrollably. The thought flashed throug her head that he probably wouldn't last long; and before she had time for anything else her prediction came true. Only two more pumps and the skinny white boy stiffened and shook. She felt him grow slighty and begin to throb in her mouth. Eliot let out a high pitched moan as four small watery spurts shot into his wife's suckling mouth.
Jennifer was both satisfied and disappointed. She was glad to have one again demonstrated her sexual abilities, yet disappointed by the empty among in her vagina. She swallowed her husband's tiny load before pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
He didn't resist; for their entire relationship she had often kissed him after swallowing his cum. Their tongues danced together sharing his thin, watery, slightly sweet and salty juice between their mouths. They broke for only a second to both swallow before they returned to kissing. This was how their sexual life almost always occured: he would eat her to one or multiple orgasms, then if he was lucky she would give him a quick blowjob or allow him to masturbate to her naked body. This only happened sometimes, as they both also shared a fetish for tease and denial and she would often have him pleasure her without any relief for Elliot.
They both lay panting, looking up at the ceiling of their new home. After a few minutes of quiet pillow talk, Elliot upacked a box to get out their shared bong. The two smoked a bowl of their hometown weed, leaving them with only a little bit in their stash. They snuggled together, ready to sleep. Elliot had a new job starting in the morning, and was totally exhausted from the trip. Jen was still achingly empty, and the weed only made her hornier. As her husband slept next to her, she turned on her phone and silently masturbated again before also falling into a deep slumber.
In her own apartement on the first floor of the rent-controlled brick building, Imani was having a very different sexual experience. The fit African woman was completely naked, perched up on the bed with her feet on either side of her to hold het up more than a foot off the bed. She was sitting astride the lap of a powerful black man with her ass to him, her beatufully manicured hand reaching down between her spread legs to steady his forarm-long and wrist-thick coal black shaft. Rubbing his plum-sized purple head between the soaking lips of her dark pussy, she could feel herself growing wetter by the second as his tip teased her slit.
"Fuck Nasir... Gimme that big fucking dick already! 'Been craving this thing all day!". She gasped out as his thick tip found her sopping pussy and began to push undeniably against her entrance. "Fffuuucckk!" The experienced black woman exclaimed, feeling his girth as she began to put her weight down and his domed head stared to push her open. As his huge black cock started to sink into her, Imani sat upright in reverse cowgirl. She started to really push down hard, feeling inch after thick inch pushing into her. The stretched, impossibly full feeling made her feel at ease and fullfilled.
The curvy black woman began to slowly bounce up and down, feeling more and more of her lover's huge cock inside her. After several minutes of bouncing, she could feel the round globes of her big dark brown ass hitting against her man's hard stomach. He grabbed her hips, guiding her up so that at least 8 inches of dick was withdrawn before sinking her all the way back down in one smooth stroke. Imani moaned loudly, bouncing again and again until after a few minutes they were fucking at a steady pace. Nasir groaned, watching her thick black booty clap against his lap and feeling her silky vagina massage his length.
"Oh my Gawddd!" Imani screamed loudly, feeling her pussy clench uncontrollably in a mind blowing orgasm. She rolled off of Nasir, immediately sucking and slurping happily on his 11-inch monster. "Bend over girl..." Nasir growled, showing unusual sexual restraint for his character because of his respect for this Ebony queen. As she got on all fours, the proud Black Power Movement activist took a second to admire the perfect roundness of her jiggly ass. Clapping her cheeks with one hand, he guided himself back into her hungry slit with his other.
Both lovers gasped in pleasure as he once again sank deeply into her. The superior black lovers rejoyced, with Nasirs long uninhibited strokes hitting the spots in Imani that only a true African King can reach. The fit black woman arched her back, making her booty pop even higher and her cheeks to make an audible *clap* as they bounced together. His heavy, swinging balls slapped in a continuous rythm against her sensetive clit. For a second Imani imaged how many white women those massive balls had impregnated, and the thought sent a white hot orgasm flashing through her body. Really, nothing got Imani hotter than the idea of conquoring white people, making them pay reparations, and then breeding them out of existance.
Nasir slowly withdrew as Imani continued to cum, and she squirted as he finally exited her. Not one to waste time when his balls needed draining, he quickly flipped her onto her back and pushed her legs over his shoulders to fuck her in missionary position. Nasir's huge cock pistoned in and out of her, over and over until she exploded in passion again. He was breathing heavily through gritted teeth when finally the experienced ebony woman could tell her lover was about to erupt.
With a final roar, Nasir finally pulled his obscenely long and thick black cock from Imani's tight snatch, stroking furiously with his right hand. She fell to her knees before him, her mouth open and tongue extended. Finally his dick hardened even more and began to pulse. Jets of thick, pearly sperm covered Imani's tongue and pooled in her mouth. She pushed her huge dark breasts together to make an even bigger target, but as he continued to spurt she was still suprised as always by the sheer volume Nasir could produce. It seemed he came for a solid minute, and she counted ten huge squirts before it became a steady flow. He absolutely coated her face, neck, and boobs!
As the dark-skinned couple showered and kissed, Imani told Nasir of the newly arrived couple. As a high-ranking BPM activist, he was naturally excited at the prospect of a new couple to introduce to black supremacy. However he trusted Imani's judgement, and would let her take the reigns on this project. Asleep upstairs in their bed, the naive white couple had no idea how far they were about to fall. It was only a matter of time before the Black Power Movement would have another pair of devoted followers.
