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Peach Johnson smiled as he strutted across the yard. Niggas, Beaners, & Honkies were all checking him out in his pink leggings with a white thong peeking above the waist line. The 22 year-old had his platinum blonde hair in pigtails. A few catcalled as the barely five-foot tall femboi sashayed. He went inside to the commissary. There, he winked at the big dark brute, Janard. “Sup sexy,” the thug asked. “Not much!” “You ready to let me fuck that sissy pussy?” “Didn’t you just fuck my brother?” “You ain’t mad is you?” “No. I’m good.” “Then give me some.” “Sure thing. Later?” “Yeah. I’ma b… Read more

Abby was a member of the itty bitty tittie committee. She loved letting the hulking married brown-skinned man fuck her asspussy. Darnell knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but the 16 year-old trap with long blonde hair and raven roots was just too fucking pretty. The squat, broad-chested brotha nailed Abby’s pink hole with his fat 8¼-inch dick. “So much better than my wife,” he grunted. “You like my young tranny pussy,” she asked. “Shit yeah, gurl! It’s so tight,” he leaned down to kiss her. “Fuck me with your big Black cock, Daddy!” “Yes, li’l girl,” the high school JROTC instructor grinned.… Read more

The lithe bottle blonde’s massive silicone tits shook wildly as the deep-brown-skinned businessman thrust his 8-inch cock in and out of her tight pink asshole. She played with her small limp penis as he pounded her tranny pussy with incredible brunt rigor. “Fucking slut,” he yelled. “Mmhmm,” whined the transwoman. “Love this white pussy. Take this big Black dick, bitch!” “Oh my god, Darnell! Fuck me!” “Yeah, baby! Take Daddy’s big dick!” Darnell grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs behind her head. He banged with every bit of his might. After nutting like crazy, he got in his SUV. He dro… Read more

Rone looked down at the luscious, cherry-shaped, light-brown ass as he long stroked the sissy boi. “Look at that,” he exclaimed. “My big Black dick goin’ in and out yo’ faggit pussy! You like us dark-skinned niggas, don’t cha?” “Mmhmm,” moaned the femboi. “You taking this dick!” “Yes, sir,” the punk with a long, honey-blonde weave wailed. “Fuck me!” “Hell yeah!” Rone spanked the succulent round cheeks as his 8½-inch dick invaded the fag’s booty hole. He gripped the firm yet pliable globes. His large hands squeezed. The sissy whined. “Fuck me!” Rone would enjoy this. Till he went back to wi… Read more

“Fuckin’ perfect,” exclaimed the stocky Negro. “Look how flat it is,” he admired the work. The camera flashed as he snapped a picture. “I love this shit, sissy!” He captured more images. Then he had the slender, deep sepia-toned femboi get on all fours. He took a close up showing his pet’s cute, cherry-shaped bottom, her tender brown hole, and her dangling caged clitty. “You not having balls anymore is sexy as shit!” “You like that, Master,” inquired the chastity locked 20 year-old. “Absolutely,” the former Marine Corps sniper confirmed. “I’m so fuckin’ glad I met your li’l faggot ass.” “Like… Read more

Sky lay there with his head, chest, and knees resting on the mattress. His adorable, dainty rear-end was exposed off the edge of the bed. “Owwwww,” he wailed as he felt his lengthy microbraids being pulled. “Oh shit, nigga,” whined the effeminate bottom with a mocha complexion. “Take this dick, faggit,” roared Dennard. “Yes, sir! Fuck me! Fuck this boipussy!” “Hell yeah,” the Goliath motherfucker boomed. “Give Daddy that boipussy!” “Oh my god, baby!” “You take dick better than yo’ cousin,” remarked the copper-skinned man. “My pussy’s better?” “Hell yeah! She lazy!” Sky whipped his head aroun… Read more

Christina Zavala walked up the stairs to the area where Ashanti and Gavin had bedrooms. She became irritated at the disarray of the built-in computer desk on the landing. But, she pushed it out of her mind. There was much to be done. It was the day of the quinceañera. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” she said gingerly shaking her daughter. “Mahhhhhhhm,” groaned Ashanti. “Come on and get up. We got a lot to do today.” “Five minutes.” “Fine. But don’t make me come back up here.” Christina exited the room and woke her son as well. Ashanti had to get her hair styled and makeup applied. The birthday girl… Read more

Christina Zavala drove her mother to the senior center where she spent two days a week socializing with others in her peer group. This enabled the part-time registered dental hygienist to get some alone time although she sold it to her husband and Nanna Noemi as a chance for her forge connections and practice her English. She helped Nanna Noemi inside and returned to her behemoth SUV. She placed a call to her mother. “Hey, baby,” the woman sounded exhausted. Christina regretted it before saying, “How are you?” “I don’t know. My arthritis is flaring up. And you know we gotta fly soon.” “I kno… Read more

Dr. Jose Zavala kissed his wife when he entered the kitchen. “Buenas, mama! Buen dia, k**s,” he greeted his family in his version Spanglish. “Hey, papa,” Ashanti smiled. “Papa! Can I get $20,” Gavin asked. “For what?” “I wanna buy this old game from Tyler.” “Sure,” Jose pulled out his wallet. “What about me,” Ashanti glared at him. “What about you,” the father chuckled. “I want some,” she held out the palm of her hand. He gently slapped it with his. He grinned. “You’re so mean,” she hissed. “Really now?” “Yes, really.” “Ashanti, calm down,” chided her mother. “Your dad and I spending quite… Read more

In a single-wide manufactured home, Jordan Bowling lay back on the bottom bunk of the twin-over-full combo. The metal unit had a pewter color. It came from a big-box store - the inhouse brand. Jordan’s phone told him it was 12:19 a.m. He could hear his younger brother snoring from up above. He would’ve preferred his own room, but that honor was given to his sister. Jordan thought about Ashanti. His loins ached as he envisioned her round bubble butt and supple budding breasts. He liked her lips too. Her loved the way she smelled. His cock grew. Now, it was throbbing at full mast - all 7⅞ inche… Read more

Ashanti snuck a peek at her cell phone. There was a message from Jordan. ‘Look. I know I’m the hottest guy in the world, but I know I look better than Mase. Do u not like me like I like u? U r way outta my league for sure, but I thought I had a shot. Hope I still do. I’m not mad. Just want u to know I think ur special.’ Ashanti replied with ‘face blowing kiss’ emoji. Jordan sent back ‘thumbs up’ emoji. “Miss Zavala,” the literature teacher screeched. “Yes, ma’am,” the freshman cheerleader smirked. “Don’t let me see it again.” She nodded and slipped the device into her Tory Burch purse.… Read more

Dr. Jose Zavala sat at the kitchen bar drinking black coffee when his daughter descended the stairs. “Feliz cumpleaños,” he smiled and pushed a cupcake across the counter. “Gracias, papa,” she beamed. “How does it feel to be quince?” “The same I guess,” she shrugged her shoulders as she opened the fridge to get orange juice. “They all feel the same until you’re my age,” he chuckled. Ashanti rolled her eyes at her dad’s corniness. “Are you looking forward to the party this weekend?” “I am,” she smiled. “Your mom said the dress looks great.” “I love it, papa!” “What’s the most interesting t… Read more

Meet Ashanti Zavala. She’s your average spunky, sweet, social media obsessed Gen Z female. She’s slightly spoiled and sometimes rude to her younger brother, Gavin. She’s preparing for her quinceañera. Come along to see how this trans-youth’s journey into womanhood goes through a series of flash fiction vignettes. ========== Christina Zavala turned her blue 2015 Infiniti QX80 into the driveway of her two-story, 4-bedroom, 3.5-bathroom, southwest territorial-style home. She began to speak, but decided against it when she glanced to the right and in the rear view mirror. Both of her c***dren ha… Read more

Shit was breaking down all around Eric Wienke. The 43 year-old midwestern farm boy did his best to put it out of his mind. He pushed his tuxedo black 2011 Ford F-150 4-door pickup to 80 miles an hour. He couldn’t get out of the small town where he grew up fast enough. Eric resided at the pinnacle of success by the small town Iowa standards. He grew up with a loving mom and dad. He had two younger sisters. Eric made the ‘A-B’ honor roll every semester all through middle school. In high school, he made the occasional ‘C’ because he did not fully apply himself. But, the stocky, cornfed dude play… Read more

Someone paying close attention might have noticed. But everyone else was focused on the high school rivalry football game taking place. The crowd roared. Cowbells rang. Over the loudspeaker a man announced, “Number 24. Brockton running back Jovany Williams for the touchdown.” The massive yellow school bus was rocking slightly and no one was the wiser - except for LaRon Scott and Khai Gray. Both men were drivers for Brockton City Schools. LaRon belted, “Dis why I like fuckin’ you better than anybody else!” “Why, daddy,” inquired Khai. “You be throwin’ dat ass back hard!” LaRon slapped the gen… Read more

“Hello,” answered the advertising media salesperson. “What you doin’,” asked the deep voice. “Just working.” “You can’t meet me real quick?” “I could. Where are you?” “Come to Beaumont Mall. I’ll be the in family bathroom by the main entrance.” “Okay. It’ll be about 20 minutes.” “Cool. Hurry up, fag!” Cortney Walls rushed out of the office to his silver 2012 Volkswagen Passat. He drove toward the mall. The svelte effeminate bottom had a thin, well-built body with a rich brown skin tone. He let Stephon McSwain know he was outside. He walked through the entrance and found the family restroom. H… Read more

“Get dressed,” Shasta threw down a bundle of clothes. He whispered . “Turn yourself in. Use this burner to get an Uber there. Dump the phone before you get to the police station.” Tiara unfolded the mass in front of her. She examined the content. She put on the yoga pants and long-sleeved T-shirt. She slid her feet into a pair of flip flops and pulled up the ride share app. The sexy tranny went outside and waited for the silver Chrysler 200. The driver was a good-looking bearded dude. The destination address was 22 miles away. “Hi,” Tiara said sliding into the backseat. “Hello!” “What’s y… Read more

Tiara began to cry. Her Surge was probably one of the three people killed. She truly did love that man. Her friend, Shasta, consoled her. “It’s okay,” the five-nine, slender chocolate femboi offered. There was a knock at door. “Hang on,” Shasta said. The apartment lessee stood up from the futon and went over to the air conditioner unit. He opened the temperature control flap and extracted a Cobra CA380 handgun with a five round magazine and two-point-eight-inch barrel. It had a pink grip. Shasta held onto the weapon and walked to the door. Shasta looked through the peephole. It was FIsheye… Read more

Big Al opened the can. “Like I was sayin’. I want summa dat!” “Spaghetti’s for everyone,” Tiara informed him. “Hell, I mean yo’ cute li’l ass, baby! I could get us a room.” “But I love Surge!” “I know. I ain’t tryin’...” A loud, ear shattering pop cracked the air. Tiara’s body stiffened. Her eyes widened. “Da fuck,” mouthed Big Al. “Get down!” The 42 year-old gangster pulled out his gray frame finish Smith & Wesson 9-mm handgun from the back of his waistband. A frantic female voice yelled, “Where’s your sorry ass at, Big Al?” Surge started down the stairs slowly to avoid creaking fl… Read more

“Oh shit, nigga,” shrieked Tiara. “Yeah, bitch! Take dis big dick,” howled the could-have-been linebacker. “Fuck my pussy!” “Damn! Yo’ pussy wet as fuck!” “Give it to me, nigga!” Pfffffffftttt. Tiara’s tranny pussy farted loud. The cheap metal bed frame squeaked with each thrust the 26 year-old man gave. His hefty 9-inch dick gaped open the trap’s butt hole. “Fuck,” barked Surge as he nutted and collapsed. The body man for one of the head honchos of the The Onyx Crosses rolled over and took a half-smoked cigarillo from the flimsy nightstand covered with ashes and cup stains. “You gon’ cook,… Read more