Black Stud, Diamond Stud

Black Stud, Diamond Stud by UK Snowy

Yet another English story, no doubt exasperating my US friends. I make no apologies for writing them, it's the world I know and whilst we might share a resemblance of language, many customs and habits are quite different from yours. For instance in this story, you'll note our paper boys actually deliver the papers to your door, instead of throwing them across the porch, or stuffing them in a tube at the end of the drive. Read on - but you might find other little gems to puzzle and amaze you........

As I walked past the front door on my way to the bathroom, looking forward to my first bath in my own, my very own, new ground floor apartment after a weeks travelling on business, the evening newspaper shot through the letterbox, startling me as it landed with a thud on the carpet.

"Shit!" came the expletive, just audible over the sound of my TV and the howling gale outside.

There was no one else in my pad, the TV showed a cookery programme so the sound must have come from outside. I opened the door, not being afraid although it was dark. I'm nearly six feet tall and I work out every day at my company gym. Stooping in my porch, looking extremely bedraggled and hassled was the paper delivery lad.

"Hi! Was it you I heard swear?"

He looked up at me from his stooped position, arms full of soggy newspapers and trying to balance a cycle.

"Sorry. didn't mean to. It's just that my bag split and....."

The wind blew a burst of rain onto me and I covered up, bit not quite quick enough to conceal the flash of thigh he had obviously got, stopping his words. It was freezing cold and I wore a dressing gown and very little else. December in England, Christmas a few days away and the sudden snowfall we had been surprised by in the South had thawed and replaced with wet and windy weather, just in time for the festive season.

"Hey! Don't worry. I'm used to swearing, it just surprised me that's all," I grinned down at him pleasantly.

He shrugged and the glimmer of a sheepish grin curled his big, pink, rubbery lips. I grabbed a long wool coat off the hanger, threw it round me and stepped outside, carefully extracting the door key.

"Looks like you need help sonny," I suggested.

"No no it's OK. These are spares, it's my idea just in case papers get damaged, I bring a few out, you're the last on my round." he told me as I wrestled the cycle from his grasp.

"Well that's very thoughtful and organised I must say, now let me help. Stick your bike there," I told him, shoving it against a wall. "Jeez! its cold out here...and wet. You're soaked through."

I was getting that way too. It was blowing a real hoolie. He muttered something and gathered up the newspapers, trying to hold them together, but failing in the strong wind.

"You know, some lads would have just left them. I'm glad to see you didn't," I ventured, gathering a few stray supplements for him. Then I remembered. "You Syd?" I asked.

He nodded, standing up and I noticed how slight and short he was. He looked about fourteen maybe fifteen.

"Oh I got your Christmas card, but been away on business for a few days. Was going to pop your tip down to the shop," I grinned. "You can save me a trip, want it now?"

It was common practice for the paper boys to slot a card into the customers papers, just before Christmas. They deserve something and I always paid them handsomely. I was loaded and they provided a service. The lad shrugged and then nodded.

"Right come in, bring those in and we'll dump them properly," I gestured at the papers as I keyed the door.

We got into the hall and I bundled the lot up and slopped through to the kitchen utility in my slippers. My feet were freezing. When I returned, Syd was shivering so much he was almost a blur. Water dripped from him, on my expensive carpet, but it could stand rain and I saw that his worn Nikes had the top ripped on one foot. His tight crinkled black hair was a mass of sparkling rain drops.

"Why don't you wear a hat Syd?" I asked ushering him through to the kitchen.

I sniffed the fresh paint and surfaces as I always do when I relish the newness of the place. Syd's ripped trainer squelched with each step. He shrugged, his main gesture obviously.

"Haven't got one."

"Yeah but there’s a hood in here," I argued, grabbing his anorak collar.

He shrugged again.

"Look take it off and your trainers and warm through eh? I'll get you a coffee or something....tea perhaps and you'll get a specially big tip I promise. I appreciate what you lads do for us singles in this world. Go on, I won't bite."

Syd pondered and studied me and I saw his gaze slip to my bare legs. The gown came just above my knees. I waited patiently and as his eyes returned up to my face, instinctively, I pulled the dressing gown, a now scruffy, well worn towelling version from the Ritz in Paris, round my chest.

"Coffee then?" I asked brightly as he slid his wet anorak off.

I grabbed it and hung it over a stool back, then switched on a fan heater aimed towards it. He nodded and grinned and then bashed his hands against his jeans, spraying water over the tiled floor. They were sodden wet too. He stood near the breakfast bar. I poured him a black coffee from the filter and shoved the cream and sugar at him. He took both and held the mug in his hands warming them. I saw the delicacy of his long fingers, black tendrils with almost gaudy pink contrasting beneath. They didn't match the brutal features of his pugnacious negro face.

"Look. I was just going to have a bath and chill out with a pizza. Its been a long week, so while I'm doing that, why don't you warm through down here. Take your tee shirt off and your jeans if you want and I'll bang this heater up real fast and you can sit over it for half an hour. On it if you want," I giggled.

Quite why I had taken this waif under my roof in such magnanimous fashion I don't know. Was it the Christmas spirit creeping in? Up to now I had not been the slightest Chrissmassy. My partner had fucked off two months ago for someone else and it had shook me to the core and I was still mystified as was everyone who knew him.

"Gotta get back," he slurped, the hot coffee burning his lips and he wiped them with the back of his hand.

"OK," I answered. "Up to you, dinner ready is it?"

That reminded me and I turned to my fridge and bent to take a frozen pizza out. It slipped to the floor and I said, "Oh shit..."

I glanced up at the lad who was staring at my legs which had splayed. I knew I wasn't flashing anything but I pulled the gown round me as I gathered up the box and placed it beside him. His coal bright eyes were burning into mine and I turned away. His pink tongue slowly coursed over the mass of bottom lips that sort of hung vacantly loose for most of the time. It was a gesture, an expression I could have expected from someone maybe twice his age and I ignored it.

"My favourite Quattro Stagione, four seasons," I said, breaking the tense silence.

"I know, it's mine too," he answered.

"Have some, part of your Christmas tip. I'll micro it, won't take long," I suggested.

Syd nodded and perched on a stool.

"Better still, I'll stick it in the oven to heat up, you watch it and I'll be along after my bath."

He shrugged again and watched me load the oven, drinking coffee in little gulps. I left him and went to the bathroom. Why did I trust him in the place? Early teens, no cash, poor gear, monosyllabic, black as the night. I threw the gown off and turned the taps. The water gushed noisily, reminding me I needed a piss. It was a relief as my splashes into the toilet echoed the taps. Just finished, I heard a squeal, a loud squeal and dashed to the kitchen. Syd was flapping at his jeans and I smelt singeing.

"Shit! my jeans, they're burning," he cried.

I grabbed them and saw they had a slight mark. It was nothing considering the rough state of the garment already. His tee shirt flapped round his boxers as I pacified him.

"Suppose you had them too near," I suggested.

He nodded but didn't register at my face. He was staring, goggle eyed at me. I should have held his jeans in front of me but didn't and he got full views of my bursting cream silk 38E cup brassiere and matching thong. Our eyes did meet, then the water gushing, seemed to click in my mind and I thrust the jeans at him and shot out to the bathroom. There was no risk of flooding, things had happened too quickly. I turned the taps off and felt a presence. Whirling, I spotted his face peeking at me round the door of the kitchen, along the hall and into the bathroom. He disappeared, guiltily. I marched along the hall to close the kitchen door, the bathroom door was off its hinges due to some warping timber in the new pad. My feet thudded on the carpet in my angry state. I glanced with venom into the kitchen and saw Syd cowering against the worktop.

"How old are you Syd?" I challenged.

"Thirteen," he whimpered.

"Well you're still old enough to know you don't peep on girls, especially those that's being kind to you eh?"

Syd shrugged, but looked suitably chastened, his eyes roving over me and again I realised I was half naked. But then things changed. I noticed changes in him. Jutting his shorts out was the clear unmistakable emerging bulge of his cock. I licked my lips absently and felt flushed. Being very pale, I also blush very easily and maybe the kid spotted this, because the bulge jutted even more. I saw it move. BLACK COCK shrieked at me and I remembered my one and only fuck with one. The holiday in Jamaica that I won for top sales figures two years ago.

"Thirteen eh?" I simpered.

Shit! He was illegal, but he twitched it again. My knees nearly buckled and my cunt started to juice as my mind saw Leroy in Kingston and that ten inch salami he'd rammed into me every day and night for fourteen of the fifteen days. I was so tender, I had difficulty sitting on the plane coming home, the flight being particularly sticky because he'd screwed me in the VIP toilets at the airport with the help of his pal Bobby, who was a cleaner. Bobby had been allowed to peep as a reward from both of us. I'd run for the plane, without time to clean up and for hours his cum had seeped out of me. I must have stunk the 747 out, but didn't care. At 24 years old and racy with it, I could charm any buyer to purchase our software and on 38K plus BMW and Health Insurance, shares etc I was successful. But not in the love game.

My ex - Colin, had fucked off with another guy. Think about it. My man of two years was gay and he could shaft me like Leroy could, although not with the same sized dong. I'd met him soon after Jamaica and it was a blessing to someone on a sexual high and he fitted in beautifully – all three holes and shot gallons of his Irish whiskey flavoured jism down my throat.

Syd twitched his juvenile dick again and I walked towards him, thinking how Colin McMurdy would be probably arseholing his shit hole of a man at this moment.

"And what do we have here Syd?" I asked softly, staring at his crotch.

He whimpered and tried to cross his legs. The last thing he should have done. His knob found the slit of his boxer shorts and burst out, pink ended wet and looking very tasty. I knelt quickly and glanced up at his terrified face.

"You got a girl?" He shook his head vigorously.

"Ever done a girl.. you know - with this?" I continued, cupping my hand round the solid shaft supporting his knob.

"Noooo... "he stammered, his voice wavering pitches.

"You know what to do with it?" I queried, putting my lips about half an inch away from it and pushing the white cotton material back against his belly.

His head nodded and he muttered.

"I think so."

"Want to learn, if you only think so? You've got a beautiful cock Syd...for thirteen, any man would be proud of this."

The lad mewed and twitched it, probably subconsciously as I admired its solidity. It wasn't huge, more chunky than long and he had been cut too although he wasn't too fragrant. I like uncut dicks best, more flesh to play with. I insinuated my hands inside his shorts and grabbed his balls. They were small and hot and I stroked them.

"Like that... and that?" I asked as I rubbed his dick.

His terrified eyes nodded and I again questioned my adult, successful sale woman sanity and the risks of playing with fire. What the fuck was I doing?

"More?" I whispered.

"Mmmm!" he simpered.

I unhooked my bra and let my big tits fall out. He spluttered as they swayed and then I gathered them and rubbed them round his horizontal cock. The whiteness of my boobies against the black of his shaft was startling. I kept focussed on his face and saw the gradual relaxation of the pampered male. His eyes half closed, his tongue hung out and I could smell my snatch. God! It was strong, but I'd been negotiating hard all day, had a long drive home and then done the paperwork before deciding to relax and bathe. Syd's shorts slid down and he stepped neatly out of them, as if it was something he did all the time. His bright yellow socks came off too. I don't fuck guys in their socks. I told him to take his shirt off and he obeyed as I worked on his cock, drooling at the solidity and thickness.

As I said, he wasn't hugely long, say five inches, but it had a considerable girth and when it matured would be quite a weapon for all those foxy chicks he would get. He had a cute little patch of sparse tight curly pubes and I clawed my nails through them. His body was hard, slim and somewhat delicate and shone in the glow of my under cabinet lighting.

"You gonna suck me?" he squeaked audaciously.

I glanced up at his interruption, just as I was about to mouth onto his knob.

"Yeah, got a problem? Don't want me to?"

"It might smell, that's all," he whimpered.

"It smells great Syd, Don't you worry," I smiled and with that I swallowed him whole.

I felt his body shudder as I plated him, licking round the smooth pink dome, under his very cheesy ridge, then up into the slit. My hands went to his butt and pulled him on to me, my head rocking now. I came up for air and spoke.

"You've got a lovely dick Syd. Its one of the best I’ve ever seen..."

I was going to say on a thirteen year old, which would have been so true, but in one pulse and twitch, his knob suddenly fountained his cum all over my face. His phlegm gurgled, his body writhed and his legs buckled as his tight gonads gave up what I guessed was his first blow job induced orgasm. At least, it was the first decent blow job he'd had, I guessed. I mewed and managed to get my mouth round his spurting and swallow as much as I could of his salty sperm until suddenly he stilled and sobbed quietly, repeating the word 'sorry' several times.

I persuaded the last drop out of him, then stood and pulled his wet face into my mountainous tits. I wrapped them round his woolly head and I felt his arms snake round my butt, as he sobbed gently. A good sign, he was comforted. After a while of rocking and cooing, my legs were aching and I prised him away from me. His face stared up with wonder until he smiled broadly and spoke.

"That was cool, thanks. But I didn’t know that would happen so quickly."

I hugged him again and pressed my half inch thick nipple into his mouth. He suckled like a hungry baby as I felt between us and found his flaccidity. He murmured as I clutched it.

"Come on Syd, let's lie down," I suggested.

He meekly followed my lead and I made sure my ass wiggled all the way to the bedroom. My thong would have hidden fuck all of my voluptuous butt and its a sight that gets most of my lovers going. I sat on the bed and patted the spread for him to sit next to me. His dick flopped around deliciously as he moved and joined me.

"Seen a cunt yet?" I asked blatantly.

He shook his head and his eyes widened as I drew off my thong. It took some extracting from my crack and the wave of fanny odour seeped into the atmosphere.

"Phew! You said you might be smelly. I'm the same Syd," I chuckled and he grinned, but stared at my pubes.

They were free growing but light and fluffy and fair like my hair. I hardly ever trimmed them, didn't need to.

"Seen pubes before...no?" I suggested and he told me no.

I lay back and spread my legs, half wondering whether I would frighten him off with my brazen sexuality.

"Well take a look at a cunt with pubes Syd. Feel free to touch. Aren’t you the lucky one to find a sex mistress? Better than your French mistress at school I'll bet."

My boobs slid sideways, nipples as big as Christmas tree bulbs, they certainly felt hot, as I raised on my elbows to see what he would do. He leaned over my right thigh and peered between my legs. Then he placed his hand on my knee and glanced at me. I nodded, my eyebrows raised encouragingly. I raised my left leg and put my foot on the bed, letting my knee drop sideways. That opened the gates for him a bit more and he gasped as he saw my jewel. The jewel in my crown is the single diamond stud in my labia. It's only visible when my pussy is opened. Its tiny, smooth and expensive and doesn't hurt the guys or me when we fuck. I flushed automatically as always when a guy looks at my cunt and I felt and Syd would surely have seen cunt juices seeping out.

"Is that real? he asked, his hand creeping up my thigh.

"Yep! One hundred percent diamond. Don't think about pinching it eh? It'll hurt," I chuckled, keeping the atmosphere light and jokey with the inexperienced youth.

He grinned widely and I felt his fingers trace over my fanny. I shuddered as his black artist's quality digits started to roam, round my mound, into my pubes, over the hood of my clitty and down into the tight vee at the bottom of my gash. I could smell my personal odours so strongly now, so he must have done, but they were tinged with something else and it wasn't his dick, which I'd virtually washed. Suddenly it dawned on me.

"The fucking pizza in the oven," I screeched and knocked him sideways.

I slithered off the bed and galloped, tits lolloping about - dangerously near to door frames and things, to the kitchen. Luckily the smoke alarm hadn't kicked in and I rescued it - sort of. Burnt edges, that's all. I heard Syd shuffle into the kitchen as I surveyed the damage.

"I don't do French at school, but I do like cooking. I'm going to be a chef," he added proudly.

It was a weird statement I thought at the time, but appropriate I suppose in the context of things. There we were, the oddest of odd couples, a twenty-four year old white girl and a thirteen year old black boy, both naked in a very up market kitchen, gazing at a burnt pizza. Well I was, Syd was gazing, no gawking at me and his beautiful dong was up again. Suddenly I had a black sausage to gaze at and slid the pizza into the bin. It was dispensable, but that five inch tool waggling at me wasn't.

"Come here and fuck me Syd," I ordered.

I turned round, spread my legs very wide to lower the point of entry and bent over a stool, my butt high. I arched my back as I felt his hands tentatively rub my sopping twat. Then I felt the tip of his knob enter my cunny lips. He stopped, probably unsure, so I urged him on.

"Push it in Syd, all the way. You'll just love it....."

"I can see your arsehole too," he giggled.

It seemed hilarious to him.

"Yeah! ain't it funny - we've all got one, even girls. Now fuck me OK," I ordered sharply.

He took orders well. He'll make a good chef, but as a student in my college, he made that black sausage partly fill the sweetest pie he will have for some time yet. He thrust and slapped against me and I shunted my buttocks back at him as he fucked me, learning fast. He took longer, but it was only maybe half a minute before Syd started to splutter. I felt him start to pull out and yelled at him.

"Keep it in there Syd. Don't you pull it out. Put all of your stuff in me."

He whined and replied, but did keep fucking.

"BBbbbut...it'll make..bbbaaaa...aaaaarghhhh!"

No more words were formed, just a happy sort of gasping and grunting as I felt the seeds of his youth splatter my love box. He stopped and fell against me and we breathed almost in unison for a while. My legs ached again and I hinted that I needed to move. Syd stepped back, his cock slopped out and I felt the trail of cum running down my inner thighs.

"But it'll make babies won't it?" he asked timidly.

"Hey no. That's OK. I'm big enough to be on the pill. Don't worry, no little black kids going to be running round here Syd," I told him, grinning as I stepped near to him and thrust his head into my heaving tits.

It comforted him again and I hugged him and he hugged me, which was nice. The door bell rang out and we jumped. I wasn't expecting anyone. I don't get casual callers, so I was wary. I went to the front door and peered through the spy hole. There was a small fat black girl, soaking wet and jiggling on the spot as if she was cold. I got my gown from the bedroom and told Syd to get dressed, then I challenged the girl through the door.

"I'm looking for my brother Syd. His bike is here. Do you know where he is?" she replied.

My boy lover heard as he dragged his trainers on.

"It'll be OK, you can open the door," he told me confidently.

I did and the even younger black kid looked at us both without any suspicion. Syd explained he was drying his clothes and getting his tip, which I found in my handbag for him, a handsome amount too. He told me she was Charmaine, his ten year old sister and one of four sisters and two brothers making up the rest of his family. I found this out later, well the next night actually, when Syd delivered my paper personally with a pleasant aura of arrogance and charm, which I liked. He gifted me a sausage too.

Things took a different turn some days later.

I was sure I heard voices, certainly Syd's voice as I eagerly awaited his delivery round. I didn't want to look out of the door for him, his arrival always sparked the flame of excitement and daring that had grown so quickly and naughtily over the last fourteen days. The night was very dark and threatening snow and with no work to do between Christmas and New year I had spent the day preparing for Syd's visit apart from some vegetating, as with the rest of the week.

In the socialising I had done, the gang I go around with had been the usual hilarious mixture of high spending jinks and drunken revellery, but the times I'd spent with Syd had been more looked forward to than the parties. The real downer, after my eager anticipation in getting to the Swiss Alps, was my ski holiday over the New year and after all the millennium hype and excitement and extra costs attached to it, I was now so hot for him on this cold January 4th night. Six nights Sydless was too much, so I do admit to a couple of casual screws in St Moritz. Bigger yes, older yes, he was fiftyfour, rampant, rich and marriageable and I put him on the back burner to see how he would woo me. In the meantime, I was enjoying the most illicit, illegal and taboo affair, never imagining I could have ever got into this dangerous but delightful situation.

The paper was pushed slowly through the door flap and I went into the greeting ritual. I thrust my nearly naked cunt against the roll of newspaper as Syd wiggled it about from outside. I heard him mutter something and was sure I heard another remark, but I had the folds on my clitty now and he was manipulating the Evening News as if it were a cock extension. I didn't care about distractions. My joy, my pupil and myeveningblack sausage had arrived and was making his presence felt in a way we had developed after only six meetings. I sprung a surprise on him. not being able to keep my hands off him any longer. I pulled the door wide, grabbed his collar, but not before his startled expression turned into a quick glance up the path and then the width of his smile shone over my porch. He stumbled in and I clashed the door shut and jammed him against it.

"BBb...but Lis...Lisa," he stammered as I tore at his clothes.

He was like a toy in my hands. I dwarfed and overpowered him easily with my tall frame and strong busty build. He was only a slight, light, five feet tall and I was five ten, 138 lbs.

"No buts Syd. I can't hang around. I want your cock. Christ! What have you got on tonight?" I raged, tearing at his Reebock puffer jacket, his fingerless gloves, his Tommy sweater.

"It's all your stuff," he whined, referring to the Christmas presents I'd lavished on him.

"I really need to speak to you Lisa..." he moaned as I finally got to his jeans and tee shirt. "Anyway its fucking freezing out there...and I need to tell you something," he persisted.

Like the insecure girl I am, my heart suddenly went leaden and I stepped back. He suddenly looked afraid, he'd seen flashes of my temper when he'd told me the day he couldn't visit due to other commitments. One day, the 30^th of December when all the Lawrington family visited their mother's grave and I lost my temper. It was fifty miles away and they went by bus, then having to walk about two miles they were so poor and I was moaning and shrieking at him, because he couldn't shaft me.

"So you're packing me in then, that it?" I challenged bluntly. "The big heave-ho, just after Christmas and all that gear..."

He stepped forward and with great tenderness for one of such youth, he took my hand and shook his head slowly and deliberately, warming me with his sincere gaze. I felt stupid, blushed and turned away. An adult, successful career girl, going up in this increasingly IT world, was fearful of being dumped by a thirteen year old, desperately poor, black ghetto boy. The stranger before Christmas, was now my lover and he spoke.

"I've got a confession, just a little one, that's all Lisa," Syd told me, following me into the lounge.

There I was, swathed in the negligee he had described for me and I had somehow found in a remote undies shop at the wrong end of town. It was his present to me at my expense. It was sheer, pale blue with gaudy lace trimmings. Under it, I had the stockings, the suspenders, the thong and the bra all matching and I looked pretty damn good apart from the tatty gear which was not my choice. I like understated underwear. I gestured he should explain, with a dismissive wave of my hand.

"Well I lied when I first met you," he started. I couldn't contain myself again.

"You're going to tell me you're only ten and I'm deeper in the shit?" I countered.

Syd shook his head.

"No no, you remember you asked me if I'd seen a cunt and I said no." I nodded then gabbled. "Oh that's it, I'm not your first, you've seen hundreds of cunts and fucked them all and it's all a big con..." I ranted, getting more exasperated and at the same time feeling foolish.

He shook his head in his own exasperation and waited for me to pause.

"Will you fucking listen you gorgeous honky chick?" he asked.

I nodded, almost tearful and perched on the end of the sofa. I looked at him as he stood in the middle of my designer apartment, his crude compliment striking a minor chord within. The jeans and tee shirt were his old ones, the trainers were mine - you know what I mean. His long fingered hands grasped each other, they formed a sort of basket shape in front of him as the kid in him stood before the adult sex teacher, but knowing he had the presence at this moment.

I had seduced him when he delivered my daily paper, three nights before December 25th. We enjoyed two hours together the next night, and missed the next one, only because I had a business function to go to at that evening. On Christmas Eve and Day - I had to be with my family and guiltily broke away by lunch on Boxing Day to get home and give the lavish gifts to Syd and screw his balls off. He had told his widowed dad, two brothers and four sisters that he was out and that's all that mattered. The family had nearly fallen apart without a mother’s influences, he was blossoming though, as the only one who took his education seriously and was aiming to be a chef. I'd actually driven my BMW to the estate where he lived and cruised past, wishing I hadn't dared to enter such a forbidding district and dreading a violent holdup. It was frightful. Run down, scruffy, dirty tower blocks dominated the skyline and old cars were strewn, wheel less, burnt even, windowless about the muddy verges.

"Sorry Syd. Carry on," I told him, clutching the negligee round me defensively.

He came to my side.

"I have seen three other cunts - that's all and I never touched or did anything with them."

I gazed up at him, my eyes indicating he should continue.

"One was Shelle's, my sister Michelle's," he explained quietly.

He had told me all about the family including Michelle his fourteen year sister. Apparently she was quite a rebel, often truanted from schooland ruled the other girls who were older.

"Two years ago, her and me and my mates were fucking about, like the Mums and Dad's thing, you know - you show me yours and I'll show you mine. That's all. She and Gloria and Bibby - her mates, showed us their cunts and Col, Courtenay and Ben and me showed them our dicks. Simple as that. We had to give them a smoke each to guarantee their silence..."

"They smoked, you smoked? Shit! She'd be twelve and she smoked," I gasped.

"We all smoked Lisa. It's the street, it’s cool," Syd chuckled and continued. "I packed in. Anyway, I saw her...Oh yes the others too. I saw their cunts and that was that. It’s never happened again see?" he gestured openly with his hands.

"So you saw three cunts Syd and you never did anything?" I asked.

"Fuck! Lisa -You could tell I'd never done anything when I met you before Christmas. I can't fake virginity for fucks sake," he spluttered, somewhat angrily.

"Hey! So you're virgin no longer Syd," I smiled forgivingly and reached for him.

He glanced at the door and then spoke.

"She's outside... Shelle's outside. She made me bring her, she made me. Can you talk to her please?"

I glanced at the door, suddenly thinking about the weather and then I ran to it and opened to the snow, the first of the winter in Southern England. Syd ran past me and I shivered as he went down the path. He dived into the shrubs and emerged with Michelle the snowgirl. I bustled them both indoors and faced up to them in the warm lounge. Michelle stared coldly in every sense of the word at me, my lingerie somewhat out of context suddenly. I stared back at this seemingly pathetic, trembling, shiveringly cold figure, dripping melting snow onto my carpet. It almost mirrored when Syd and I met, except she was frozen to the marrow in her light cheap coat, bare legs and scuffed flat shoes. Her hair was a mass of ice crystals and flakes.

Taking charge, I made her get out of the clothing and dry it, just like Syd had done. Her tiny mini skirt was dry and apart from the thin nylon cardigan with damp shoulders that had seeped through the shoulders of the coat, her tee shirt was dry too. As I wrapped a discarded sheepskin coat round her, I noticed she was much bulkier and taller than her brother. I noticed how little her titties were. She was not going to be a big girl. Mine had started to blossom at ten, She sat near the gas log fire as Syd explained his predicament.

"She got it out of me Lisa...these clothes and things. She knew my story of tips from the paper round didn't work."

I gasped and screeched, "You've told her about us?"

Syd's eyes pleaded with me and I sensed something deeper.

"She says she'll tell dad and the police if you don't give her stuff as well."

"Yeah! See how you like that story in the papers," said a suddenly verbal Michelle.

I gulped. "Bbu..."

"What you got for me then bitch?" she challenged nastily. She came across terribly hard and I perched opposite her, baffled at this sudden intrusion into what I thought was going to be one hell of a fuckful evening. It was stupid, this kid, this fucking, inferior, bolshy black girl was threatening me and I was worried. I glanced at her and saw her eyes feasting on my bulging breasts, held in by the last goosebump to the inside of my cheap bra. There had been a lot of activity since hoisting it round my boobs and it was not the most substantial of garments. I took a bold step.

"What is it you want Michelle?" I queried sweetly, crossing my arms.

My tits rose magnificently, with huge cleavage carving across my upper chest nearly into my neck. She stared back.

"You want this, the bra, you keep staring at it," I challenged, letting my knockers drop.

Syd spluttered as I smoothed my hand over the exposed tit flesh.

"Not much use to you is it? Its a 38E cup, what you got there 30A?"

Michelle frowned and glanced down at her chest. Her chubby knees slid apart and I got a glimpse of knicker crotch, inches up the skirt.

"I'll be big as you one day," she snarled.

"OK take it," I sniggered and unhooked the cheap bra.

"Lisa, you can't..." squeaked Syd, protesting as I threw his supposed present at her.

She caught it deftly and stared back, sneering at Syd who went dumb again. Her eyes slid from my quivering bosoms, now hotted up to fever pitch in the excitement of the moment, to my crotch and I gambled really big stakes.

"Oh! I get it. Underwear, that what you want. Well here take this too," I said vehemently.

The negligee came off and I stood proud, nipples dark brown and gathered like walnuts in my higher state, tits wobbling, thong up my crack and suspender belt taut and silk stockings gleaming in the flickering light from the fire. I kicked the filmy garment across the carpet at Michelle. Syd licked his lips as I glanced encouragingly at him, but he grimaced fearfully.

"If you want my thong, you'll have to wash it of course, but you're probably used to wearing dirty knickers."

Girl to girl, this was getting dirty in its own way and Michelle glared back.

"There's nothing dirty about me," she glowered back.

"Oh no and why does an older sister blackmail her brother and his friends for smokes in exchange for a peep at her pussy?"

The silence was even more deafening as her lips curled and her gaze slowly settled on Syd. My lover boy cowered away.

"You fucking told him that Sydney?" Michelle said quietly.

"So that'll come out in the papers too eh?" I carried on.

"You know nothing honky," she spat.

But I was primed.

"I know that Syd thinks my pussy is the prettiest he's ever seen and I know he's only seen yours and your daggy friends. And he doesn't have to pay me to see it. I pay him and its worth it. Got some nice new gear haven’t you - eh Syd?" I countered, again trying to get her riled.

Syd stayed dumb but It wasn't difficult to wind her up. The low breeding, the street culture, the sheer desperation of the family's plight suddenly burst from Michelle.

"My pussy is the best foxy pussy on the street you honky bitch, but you'd have to pay me to see it, big money," she snarled, standing up, thick pink lips glossed with saliva.

She was a fiesty kid, but an idea trickled through me. It would satisfy her and Syd probably and me for curiosity purposes only. I got my handbag and she licked her lips until I put the proposition to her.

"Let's let Syd decide eh," I smiled sweetly, waving a twenty note at her.

I put it on the coffee table and Michelle's eyes glowed with longing until I stepped in front of it and thrust my hands inside my thong and eased it down about an inch.

"Lisaaaaah..." groaned Syd.

I smiled and nodded gently to him and I saw him adjust his cock through his jeans. Was he getting as excited as I was at the possibilities ahead? I hoped so, because I was ready to fuck the porcelain pastry roll, I kept as a paper weight on the table next to me.

"You can have that bread if you show me and Syd this foxy pussy you're so proud of," I said calmly. "You can see mine for nothing, well you have nothing to pay with, have you?" I added haughtily.

My taunts cut her, but the prospect of twenty pounds weighed on Michelle's mind. She calmly lifted her skirt and thrust down her plain fraying, greying panties down and thrust her rotund black belly forward. Syd squeaked as she stood there, arms akimbo, legs apart, undies at her dimpled chubby knees. I was surprised at the suddenness of her action and then took in the minimal bunch of black curly hair covering the top notch of her slit.

"See!" she exclaimed. "That's one hell of a pussy."

"Hmm! I can see you've got one, can you Syd?" I mocked dismissively.

He was stooping and peering at his sister's crotch with not a little interest and I decided to enter the ring.

"Yes - I s'pose that's a pussy alright, but how does it compare to mine?" I asked, whilst dragging my thong off, flicking it away and putting one foot up on a stool.

Sausage Boy drooled, but kept glancing back at Michelle's. Hmm! I guessed it was a novelty to see your sister's cunt. I played the trump card. I reached down and pulled my labia open as Michelle watched. The diamond stud glittered in the fire light and she gasped. She looked suitably stunned then spoke.

"Is that a?..It it's a st...Shes pissi....fuck look Syd, your girl's pissing herself in embarrassment," she sneered.

For just at that moment, as she caught sight of my labia stud, my juices seeped from my overheated twat and ran down my thigh and collected in a wet trail along the top of my silk stockings.

"Piss?" shrieked Syd suddenly. "Course it's not piss Shelle. Lisa is hot and wants me, you stupid bitch."

I welcomed his sudden support and smiled languidly at the black girl daring to test my sexuality with her street bravado.

"So let's have a good luck at your cunt Lisa. Let her see it too and then maybe she'll shut the fuck up," he continued.

I stepped to the sofa and sat and then stretched back, lazily spreading my long legs and then pulling my pussy wide open.

"C'mon Shelle take a look. That's a real diamond. You haven't got one of those," Syd mocked proudly, getting down on his knees and stroking my thighs and cooing, almost as if his big sister wasn't there.

I wished she wasn't. I needed black sausage in my pie so badly. I glanced at Michelle, who bit her lip, studied her brother's extraordinary behaviour and then she decided. She wound her panties way down and off and approached us with a swagger. She really was a great lummock of a girl, ungraceful and slovenly and even more so in the tasteless way she left her pussy pelmet of a skirt round her hips. Her thick thighs flexed but I had to admit to a slight flicker of interest within me as I saw the black teenager's naked crotch.

Yes she was fourteen only, yes poor and not pretty, but I'd never ever been in a lesbian relationship , not that this was, but to be near naked next to another female and showing off our fannies was strangely exciting. Shelle nudged her brother with her knee and he allowed her to slide onto the sofa, albeit at the far end away from bodily contact with me.

"Take a close look at this, you stupid cunt," she snarled at him.

She spread her legs wide and exposed her minge and I too leaned over to check it out. She had a really big mound, fatty tissue probably, but it made her slit look long and accessible. Her pubes didn't cover her slit and I saw the fine lines of her juvenile labia, disappearing down into her crack.

"Well open it up then," breathed Syd, disturbingly keen to see what she had to offer.

She glanced sharply at him, hating every minute I reckon, compared to me who was loving the challenge and knowing the winner.

"You gonna pay me?" she spat at me.

I hoisted my boobs out of the way and leaned further. This was proving interesting.

"Oh for fucks sake Michelle. Yes take the measly money and get on with it. Come on, 'cos I can't wait for Syd to decide and then fuck the arse off me," I spat back with equal venom.

She grinned slyly and reached into her crotch. She spread her cunt lips wide and it was my turn to gasp. It was really lovely. The coal black skin contrasting against pink and red membranes was truly stunning. Her urethra was very prominent, the piss hole nestling nicely in the plump upper folds within her sex portals. Only a few sparse curly hairs fronded round the bulges of her pubic pouch, held back by her stubby nail bitten fingers. Syd cooed again and I kicked him reproachfully and he grimaced in revolt.

"Hey! Come on Lisa. Its OK yeah?"

"But she's dry for fucks sake Syd," I argued, hurt at his incestual interest.

"Yeah, but you get wet, Don't you?" he looked hopefully at Michelle.

She nodded and grinned.

"Especially wet when I'm fucking," she snickered and continued. "Really really wet Sydney," she said slowly and quietly.

"You shouldn't be fucking Michelle, not at fourteen," I said seriously.

"And neither should he at thirteen, especially a honky white woman old enough to be his mother," she shrieked. "Come on Syd. Who's got the best cunt then?" she demanded cockily as he twiddled at his jeans, probably sorting out his cock and balls which would be bursting by now.

"It's difficult sis. Can I feel?"

I objected. "Syd, stop pissing about..."

Michelle interrupted me and raised her butt, wiggling her bulky ass, still holding her cunt open, as I was. I let mine fold shut as she spoke.

"Course you can bro. Feel me up, go on, get your foxy fingers on it and find out why us blacks can beat white trash any time."

I squealed indignantly and jumped at Syd, tearing at his jeans and shirt. He was naked within seconds and his cock stood magnificently erect. I tried to grab it to pull him towards me.

"Come on Syd darling, stuff it in to me and forget her."

But Syd already had his fingers in her cunt and growled sternly as my fingers scratched his black sausage. I mewed pathetically and studied the scene s she spoke.

"Wanna fuck me little bro?" she asked, an evil glint in her eye aimed at me.

"But you can't, it's your brother....!" I started.

Syd was nodding and grinning stupidly as she countered.

"He can fuck me if he wants, its a family decision," she chuckled.

"Cool!" simpered Syd cockily and already getting up onto the sofa where she'd blatantly laid back. His dick waggled stiffly below him as my boy lover prepared to enter his own sister's twat and I could only watch, stunned, silenced and fascinated. She held his cock almost lovingly caressing it until he budged his glowing wet knob into her. She was still dry, there had been no foreplay, yet she urged him on.

"Stick it up hard Syd. That's the way I like it," she cooed.

I shifted my position and Michelle glanced triumphantly at my gobsmacked face as Syd thrust. Her head lurched, her eyes winced and her big lips fell open with the sudden sharp pain I know comes from a dry pussy and then with the next smack between their incestual bodies came the familiar squelch of a lubricating snatch.

"Syyyydddd," I whimpered.

He grinned at me, his pugnacious face beaming pleasure as he worked into a steady rhythm. I found myself pinching my nipples and hefting my tits, needing some sort of contribution to this sexy scene. Michelle was gasping at the sheer exuberance of his fuck motion and I thrilled knowing he was well taught. Her mouth hung open, her eyes closed, her tee shirt caught tight round her chest, her skirt still rolled round her waist. I took control again. I'd show her what a good pussy was like. I tore her tee shirt off, revealing small lumps of tits, quivering with the action, no bra and no nipples to speak of, apart from a dark circle of areolae. She had no buds, no teats and I slung my heavy bazongers with their huge swollen and aching teats over her and swung them, scraping over her measly black paps.

Her surprise turned to eagerness to lick and I lowered with a smirk and let her suckle like the sex mother I was. God! it was so good to at last get some sex action, regardless of how ugly the evening had started. Syd grinned happily, his face sweating, as he saw my reconciliatory manner. I felt Michelle's hands filter under my crotch and I shifted to kneel and let her search for the pleasure of holding my soppingly superior cunt. It was awkward, so to make life simpler I straddled her face and lowered onto her. Her tongue eagerly roamed and lapped at my secretions, which I knew would fill her foul mouth. Her hands wrapped over my silk clad thighs, pulling me down, so I lowered even further deciding to queen her, let her suffer and seek breath as well as my sweet juices.

Syd lowered his face into my tits and I held them up like two massive cushions for him to bury in to as he rocked towards his cumming. I rocked on his sister's face, hearing her mumble and splutter and I grabbed her little boobies and squeezed them, trying to make the buds pop out. She wriggled and I hoped it was with pain. My delicate pale white skin contrasted bizarrely with the two Lawrington kids and as we worked towards a mutual climax, the whole illegal situation of under age sex screamed across my mind and I ignored it, revelling in the illicit nature of incest and how utterly delightful this evening was turning out to be. Michelle was either one hell of a mean cunt sucker at fourteen or it was just that I was forcing her to learn fast, but which ever it was it was superb. My boy's signs were showing that he was ready to cum.

"Sister fucker," I taunted him.

Michelle mumbled and chewed on my clitty as I ground my mott down on her. I made a point of rubbing my sweaty arsehole over her face too, emphasising my dominance.

"Dirty slut sister fucker," I snarled at Syd, smacking his face with my inflamed and sore tits.

"Lisaaaah," he wailed, not liking my words but he was lost.

His face curled, he spluttered. His cute arse was ramming at Michelle's crotch in a blur as he spent his youthful jism up her hole. He shouted as his body spasmed and I saw the familiar wracking shivers searing through him, knowing she had lots of strong creamy sperm swimming up her vagina. The repercussions hit me and I pondered on her baby and forgot it. Not my problem and equally I was on the verge of cumming. I eased my butt up and heard Michelle cry and gasp for air then stutter words as I nipped her tits relentlessly.

"Syd - my clit, frig it hard...," she whined.

He was wasted, leaning against the back of the sofa, soaked with sweat, panting and useless. I pushed him off and laid down on the ghetto girl's chunky body. My tits squashed grotesquely either side as I dipped my head into the mire of her crotch. Now she was wet, my sofa was suffering, but I didn't care as I licked, sucked and drank at the fountain of her uncouth youth. Michelle started a long drawn out wail as I tongued her clitty, just a little red button, nothing spectacular to look at - was I an expert suddenly? but it certainly brought her to a massive cumming.

God! She stank. Her discharges were strong and tainted with Syd's cum, but her arse odours seeped up at me, but I ignored them. I rubbed my cunt at her as Michelle levered hers at me and the two least likely sisters came together. Syd's eyes glazed open as we screeched and moanedand finally the waves of ecstasy subsided and we fell in an untidy heap.

The evening progressed as you would expect it to, but with obviously more respect between Michelle and I. For me it was an incredible experience to try the lesbian feelings that emerged and be screwed solidly by Syd, have Michelle's hands exploring my crotch while the boy rested after again fucking her. She sucked him of, he sucked me, we all mutually sucked and finally broke and they left together as happy family members, with me already in deep yearning for the next time. The grasping young bitch still took the twenty note and my underwear and as I relaxed in a welcome foam bath, I realised my precious diamond stud had gone too.

END