Chapter 1

I was introduced to Bill and his wife Cynthia through both Dawg and his little Mexican wife I had already black bull fucked and cuckold.

Being over at Dawgs and Little Momma’s for a bit of a party among their friends that actually was in part a Christmas party for all.

This being the day as it is and having days off now, I decided to write this very story about what took place from that party.

Bill was a top notched local mechanic that worked for a dealership in our small little town, who drank to much at times and had a couple dui’s from that.

He was a very short man and very skinny in size and stature, maybe 5ft 5” tall and didn’t weigh a bit over 110lbs or so.

He could get up and work on anything and get where most other mechanics just could get to with his small hands and his size.

Being the chief mechanic at the local dealership he worked on all our companies vehicles including our diesel haul trucks etc.

His wife Cynthia she was about 5’ft 6” tall and a skinny woman herself, seeing or meeting her you would think she was about half damn starved to death.

She had long flowing light blonde hair that was about mid back length and mostly put in braids as she was a total outright cowgirl of sorts.

By no means was she anywhere near one of those huge breasted women or anything even close or near that at all, actually very small tiny little bumps is what she looked to have seeing her dressed in the cowgirl attire she always wore.

And she had that look of long legs and skinny as can be, which made her look half starved and needed filled out.

But her little tiny bubble butt ass was indeed itself firm and tight as can be in the jeans she always wore, mostly those high end western wear for women ones like rocky mountain jeans etc...

She had been the local towns rodeo queen several times over and was indeed an outright cowgirl in every way possible.

She and Bill married right out of high school and were indeed pretty much sweethearts all through that period of time in all our lives, much like Dawg and his little Mexican wife had been.

Now one thing Cynthia had was those damn sparkling big deep blue green eyes, and small almost pouted looking lips, that stood out more than anything else about her just meeting or seeing her about town.

When you looked her right into those eyes I swear she had that look of fuck me right here and now in them!

She was absolutely shy of being anywhere near me, and I knew and understood why being that in this little town we all lived in racism was rampant among our population.

Her own Mom and Dad were outright racist as could be, so much so in fact they raised hell that I was the only black boy on the local high schools football team, and went and even demanded to the isd that I be separated from the white boys on the team in the damn locker room.

They had always been very verbal about all us blacks in the midst of the white people of this small town.

The mere fact that such a small town school system just could not segregate like many other towns were at that time, there were just to few of us blacks that lived amongst them.

Oh they loved that as a team we won state championships several times over in football, and they tolerated that being in their midst.

And my getting all district honors as a defensive player for the football team led them to tolerate and endure me more than most other blacks in our little town.

Oh it ripped their ass to no end when my dad decided to run for a seat on the city council and won that seat whole handedly and began doing that along with then having just taken his life savings and bought into the local Western Auto of our small town then.

So Cynthia’s behavior around me was not surprising to me at all, nor did I feel remorse or such things as that towards her or anyone at all for that matter.

But this night at that Christmas party Dawg and his lovely little Mexican wife threw for us all, seemed to somewhat break that chain of racist beliefs and thoughts taught and bible thumping preached into her.

Hard to say just what made the change really, being either the fact that I fit right in, was respected and cherished with Dawg and his lovely little wife, and of course fit right in with the other all white male workers from our company.

Cynthia was indeed almost a best girlfriend with Dawgs Little Momma at that time and maybe that factor had some to do with things.

Oh you better believe me that Witchy was at that party with her man that worked with us all, and several times over as I would go make or get me another mixed drink she would make sure to trot off from him and come talk to me.

Now like I have said many times over in my other stories is that I make no bones at all about that sadistic evil woman in the least, she scares the shit out of me!

But I bring that up for the mere reason that being alone and making our own drinks she said this to me in a full total whisper; “Bull you should be able to get you some fine white pussy tonight, these white girls will get happy and loose and you should move right in and take advantage of that!”

And what shocked the hell out of me more than just her saying that to me was the fact that she made not one damn care of mentioning the very white woman she would love to see and know I fucked.

Yes Cynthia Bills wife!

She looked me right into the eyes and I swear it made me shudder like hell seeing her outright sadistic evil intentions in them, as she outright told me she was going to work on that happening tonight!

Going right on to outright tell me that she was going to use her powers to see that I fucked Cynthia, and her little husband Bill would be submissive enough to watch it.

That fucking horrendously evil look in that woman’s eyes had me so damn scared that I shakily made my damn mix drink and got the fuck away from her fast as I could!