A Blossom…in The Sun By: Cy Black free porn video

A Blossom…in the Sun- By Cy Black

Kipper stood outside the housing project and took a long slow pull from his liquid strawberry flavored; THC vape device. He held the intoxicating vapors in his lungs for a second and exhaled thoroughly as he noticed two street-tough k**s as they approached.
“What’s up…faggot?” One young man called as he passed.
Although the statement was said as an insult, Kipper answered confidently. “Pretty good, and you?”
He took another pull from the device and kindly held the entrance door open for two elderly ladies who openly gossiped about the Wednesday night church service. In spite of his kindly act, he expected nothing in return, yet he ignored their curious and judgmental observations and heard one utter, as she giggled, “Limp wrist sissy,” beneath her breath.
“Have a pleasant night.” He called seemingly unphased by the derogatory remark simply because he’d grown accustomed to hearing and seeing the slings and arrows fired his way by those who chose judgment and condemnation over compassion, but that was their issues and not his.
Perhaps it was his tight shorts, that clung to his bubble -butt, his shapely girly legs, small ankles, and wrists, small waist, and an hourglass figure that disturbed the old women or maybe it was his below shoulder length, strawberry colored red hair which extended below his black wool knit cap, that sparkled along with his hazel eyes. His honey-baked reddish-pink skin, full pinkish lips, long nose, and almond-shaped eyes annoyed them or perhaps it was just the fact that he was a proud confident sissy that pissed them off. Whatever it was that disturbed them was their problem. As far back as he could remember, there were those quick to pass judgment, ridicule, and even sent hostility his way, but he soon learned early in life that it was far better to face the slings and arrows and be what you are than to suffer in silence and in darkness while trying to be what you are not.
With the early fall sun low in the sky, Kipper felt a cool breeze as it blew beneath his over-sized baby blue, tight tee-shirt that matched well with the blue-based with white striped shorts. He decided it might be time to assume his usual position inside the building.
He entered the lobby with a sexy swagger and walked across the floor with powerful confidence. He quickly glanced over to the security desk and pretended not to notice the moderately tall and well-build black security guard stationed behind the desk. Kipper could feel his eyes as he scanned him, and he put a little more swivel in his hips as he entered the elevator. He quickly spun around, flashed a cute smile, and then mouthed the words, “Same time, same place,” just as the doors closed shut.
The effects of the vapors soothed the smooth-skinned young femboi along with the subtle vibrations of the elevator’s ascent allowed his mind to mellow as he recalled how he arrived at this present moment.
Months Earlier…
“I’m a woman who brings aid and comfort to men who are in need and for this comfort, I will get paid. It’s my job, and I am neither proud nor embarrassed by it. It is how we pay the rent, pay our bills, and put food on the table. If you have a problem with that, then when you’re older, perhaps you can get a job and help out, but right now your job is to listen to me and follow my instructions which is to go down to the 3rd-floor washroom closet. Mr. Foxworth the janitor took off the lock, so you can stay there for two hours while I handle my business at night, and then I’ll come down and get you.”
While Kipper’s mother may have chosen a very controversial career, she was at the very least brutally honest with her son. Her harsh yet honest answers burned into his mind and as the years went by, he came to not only to respect but admire her strength and conviction to live life as she chose. He came to understand that when a white Irish, Scandinavian woman marries a dirty black cop and who is sent to prison for life after he’s convicted of murder, options are slim to almost none. Public assistance is but a band-aid, or a job at Burger King isn’t enough to get by, so she turned to the quickest way to earn a buck, and she did what she had to do by using what she had to get what she needed.
Usually on Friday, Saturday, and Wednesday nights he sent most of his time, between 8 till midnight, out on a park bench just a few yards away from his building and on cooler nights in a janitor’s slop room closet. For this cooperative act, he was paid with video games which he played and a MacDonald’s meal, and or a few dollars.
On one particular night, the comforts of the closet and video games weren’t enough for Kipper, so he ventured out to the park where he found a pack of cigarettes and like magic, suddenly he drew the attention of men who thought he was older and who openly flirted with him. This attention gave the biracial youth a sense of empowerment and inflated his confidence. Soon he wore tighter clothing that revealed more and more of himself. while he had a natural feminine appearance, Kipper discovered with just a little subtle effort he had the power to excite and arouse men and particularly black men. When he reentered his building, he locked eyes and shared an unspoken moment with a young, well-built, and ruggedly handsome guard.
An hour later, Kipper ventured back outside, not necessarily because he wanted to smoke but to lock eyes and share another moment with the handsome guard. Much to his disappointment, the guard was not at the desk. He slumped his shoulders to convey his disappointment as he ventured back to the elevator and as he pressed the button, he heard a strong voice behind him.
“You’re a little short in the tooth to be smoking.”
With a quick wit, Kipper fired back. “Aren’t you a little short in the tooth to be a toy cop?”
The much larger male laughed humorously as he returned the volley. It’s Wednesday night, shouldn’t you be home by now?”
“Shouldn’t you be annoying someone else?”
“You got a fresh mouth.” The guard whose name tag read, ‘Dickerson’.
Kipper’s first instinct was to fire off a quick counterpoint but when his eyes glanced in the senior man’s eyes, his heart fluttered, and he quickly lost his train of thought.
“Does your mother know you smoke?”
“What, are you auditioning to be my daddy?”
The question was perhaps too honest because the thought seemed to stifle any response and for several seconds the two people lost themselves in their imaginations. Like two mannequins they simply stared at each other until the elevator doors opened.
Kipper nervously jumped in but continued to stare at the well-built pecan colored skinned man.
As the doors slowly closed, Dickerson stated, “I got my eyes on you.”
Kipper responded and gave the curious guard a flip of his middle finger.
Minutes Later…
Kipper sat cross-legged, on a large pillow his mother purchased for him, in the janitor’s closet, with his digital pad in his lap, as he created a story he’d been working on for several months, but thus far unable to come up with a plausible storyline, when he heard someone just outside the door. He slowly climbed to his feet. It was Mister Foxworth’s night with his mom, so he ruled him out quickly and since there were no apartments at this far end of the floor, he concluded whoever it was had to be lost or…”
His heart raced as he saw the doorknob as it twisted quickly then stopped. He decided to confront whomever it was, so he grabbed the doorknob and yanked the door open. he glanced up and outside the door and into the long dimly lit hallway and was relieved when he saw no one was about. He was about to step back inside and close the door when he found that it would not move. Then suddenly the door was yanked open and there stood Dickerson.
“What the hell is going on, don’t tell me you’re living here?” He asked.
“What business is it to you?” The young man challenged as he wiped his strawberry colored hair from his face.
“I’m security in this building, and loitering is not allowed on the premises, so let’s start here. Do you live in this building?”
“Yes”
“What’s your apartment number?”
“None of your business. I just come down here once in a while to study and concentrate, is there a problem with that.”
“You’re a sassy little sissy, aren’t you, well, my job is to observe and report, and right now I’m about to report that I have someone i*****lly loitering in a city building unless you cooperate and answer my goddamn questions.” Dickerson snapped.
“No, wait…this is all a misunderstanding sir.”
“Oh, so now you’re calling me sir. I vaguely remember only minutes ago, you called me a damn toy cop. I might not be a real cop, but that’s only because I’m off-duty and this is my part-time job. So, get this, with one call, and I can make your life very hard, so I suggest you cooperate, do you understand?”
“Yes, yes…sir.” Kipper answered meekly.
“Good, that’s more like it. What’s your name?”
“Kip…Kipper…Kipper Foxworth,” he lied.
“Really, the janitor on duty is named Foxworth, are you related to him?”
“Yes”
“Is he your father?”
“Yes, in a way.”
“In a way, or either way,” Foxworth is a friend of mine and I know for a fact, he’s not married and doesn’t have any k**s, so whatever bullshit you’re trying to pull, is not working. Now, I’m going to ask you again and if I catch you in a lie, I’m calling the cops. Do you live in this building, Kipper?”
“Yes sir, I live in apartment 10C.”
“Oh, yeah…okay, now tell me why you’re mom allows you to stay out so late, smoke cigarettes, and hangout in a broom closet?”
“I stay here while she’s working.”
“Working, why can’t you stay home when she’s at work?”
“Because she works from home.”
“What, she works online?”
“No”
“Then what the hell does she do?”
Kipper was slow to answer which only angered the powerfully built man who barked loud enough that his voice echoed about the hallway. “I asked you a question boy and I expect answers…now.’
Kipper swallowed hard as he looked down, gathered his courage, looked into the eyes of the guard, and proclaimed. “My mother is a paid whore, a prostitute, she gets paid for sex, okay, now you know.”
The taller man seemed stunned by the powerful response and quickly dialed back his tough cop persona.
“Damn, that’s…that’s raw. So, she makes you stay down here while she works?”
“That’s about the size of it, sir.”
Dickerson placed his hand on the younger man’s chest and forced him back into the closet, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him.
“You realize from what you’ve told me, I could bring a lot of trouble down on you and your mom, right?”
“Yes sir, but she’s just trying to earn a living, she’s not trying to hurt anyone.”
“Bullshit, she’s hurting you for starters.”
“She’s doing what she can do to take care of us.”
“Really, having you spend your nights inside of a damn closet is not exactly what I’d call good parenting 101.
“You don’t understand, my mother’s doing the best she can.”
“Maybe, for herself, but not for you. Listen to me, Kipper. You’re very cute, your body is…beautiful, and how long do you think it’s going to take before men start making moves at you, especially the way you dress.”
“What’s wrong with the way I dress?”
“You look like a slut, I’m surprised guys, or should I say men haven’t tried to snatch you up.”
“Men like…you?” Kipper asked as she locked her eyes on the slightly older black hunk.
“I…uhh, that’s not what I meant.”
Kipper could sense the guard’s vulnerability then pushed back harder. “Is that why you can’t take your eyes off me?”
“Alright, let’s not go there,” Dickerson replied and threw his hands in the air to signify his innocence, however, the feisty young femboi wasn’t convinced as she stepped closer and stated boldly.
“Daddy, we’ve been there from the moment our eyes met. So why don’t you stop pretending?”
“Nah, this doesn’t work for me. You need to step back and don’t make this any worse.”
“What are you going to do Officer Dickerson, beat me with your big black club.”
The sissy’s words sent a hot to cold jolt right through the black security guard who felt his cock come to life.
“So, you said your job is to observe and report?” She asked.
“Exactly”
“Good, then observe this.” Kipper declared as he spun around, shook, and jingled his well-rounded booty at the stunned security guard. “…and report this.” She stated and in one swift motion, spun back around, extended her hand and took hold of the huge bulge in the officer’s pants, and squeezed firmly.
“Sssss…come on Kip, is this what you’re mother’s been teaching you?”
The crafty young sissy leaned forward and planted a kiss of adoration in the center of the black man’s steely hard buffed chest and continued to squeeze his equally steel hard cock.
“We…we can…can’t do this, I could lose my job over this,” Dickerson whined.
“I’ve been chilling out in this closet for months and you’re the first person who’s caught me. No one comes down this way, except the janitor and I’m sure right about now, he’s in the middle of a pink dream.
Kipper’s hand slowly slid about the pecan colored chest, then pinched the nipples of her captive’s chest before she stated, emphatically.
“God, you feel so…so, tensed daddy, let me help you to let go of all that stress. Just relax Officer Dickerson and let me help you.”
With that said, the cunning little sissy, dropped to her knees and gently kissed the large mound that stretched the fabric of the guard’s pants.
Dickerson looked down and saw the pretty femboi as she flickered her tongue about his imprisoned cock and snarled with hot lust.
“Awww fuck, I…I can’t fuckin stop you.”
“Good daddy, cause that’s all I needed to hear,” Kipper remarked as she worked quickly to liberate the big black dick from its fabric cell, and slid it right inside her warm, moist mouth.
In less than a minute after he felt the wet, sultry mouth wrapped around his big cock, Dickerson knew this wasn’t just someone who wanted his cock, this was a true cock worshiper who either had extensive experience or spent a great deal of time practicing her skills.
“Look at you, hmmm, just look at you with all that black dick going in and out of your mouth…fuck, you’re just a slutty girl…you know that?”
“Anything for you daddy.” Kipper moaned as she literally slobbered and adored the big hard Johnson between both her hands and lips.
The hard-black man snatched off Kipper’s black wool cap, then snapped. “You little slut…I don’t know where you learned to suck like this, but you’re going to pay for making me so fuckin hot,” Dickerson growled, palmed the back of the sissy’s head and pumped his enormous hard flesh in and out of her mouth.
A warm slimy mixture of precum and saliva dripped down the long, dark brown cock and dripped about his ballsack and finally down and drenched Kipper’s shirt.
“Suck that cock you little freaky slut…suck that…suck that dick…daddy is going to coat your fuckin throat with ma African man juice.” The hot and horny security guard declared as he fell back against the door and felt himself weaken by the tenacious oral attack on his big black cock.
Dickerson pushed the sissy slightly away and his cock twitched rapidly as he saw the long, thin, strings of precum, saliva which connected his cock to the Kipper’s mouth, then slid his large dark, vascular hand up the length of his Herculean tool, and cock smeared it about her face and hair.
Kipper nursed yet attempted to strangle the long, thick, vascular black cock with one hand as she licked, smooched, and rotated her tongue about the uncut crown. Her heart raced joyfully with lustful excitation to reflect the sheer adulation she had for the hard sex tool. She moaned softly and sensuously.
Dickerson growled and his thrust both arms out on either side of him and slammed his fists into the walls. The sight of the cock hungry sissy lovingly frolicking about his cock overwhelmed him as he rose up on his toes and his powerful cock ejaculated his hot Nubian seeds into her mouth, which she joyously swallowed every drop.
“Oh baby, where’d you learn…learn to suck cock like that?” A stunned Dickerson asked as he pressed his back tightly against the door to keep him on his feet. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and delivered a stern slap to the sissy’s face.
“Shit…I should’ve been back at the front desk. I gotta run.” Dickerson declared as he pulled up and adjusted his pants and reincarcerated his semi-swollen prisoner.
“I hope you’re a man who finishes what he started,” Kipper announced before she slid her finger into her mouth and bit down gently under the powerful and intense gaze of her first black daddy.
She swallowed hard as the big jock diesel hard man glanced down at her and suddenly, she felt so vulnerable and inferior. She wanted to crawl over and kiss his feet to display her utter and complete submission to his dominant presence.
The Nubian hard guard rushed over, snatched, lifted Kipper into his arms, and delivered a deeply passionate, breathtaking kiss that curled her toes.
“I’ll be back, give me ten minutes and you’ll get that answer. I plan on fucking your pretty sissy ass…senseless.” He snapped as he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him.
The hot-blooded strawberry haired, big bubble butt sissy, anxiously awaited her black king and used that time to contemplate exactly where she wanted him to take her, breed, and seed her for the very first time.
The second Dickerson pushed open the door, Kipper launched herself into his strong muscular and arms and they kissed with a deep hot, urgent passion.
She pushed away, fell to her knees liberated his cock from his pants, and sucked his big black Bozack with every fiber of her being. She took the large plushy pillow, placed it on the edge of the slop sink, climbed on top of the pillow, and threw her ass back as she moaned.
“Take it, daddy, take my ass-pussy, I give it all to you. Do whatever you want to me. I won’t fight you…I promise.”
“Shit, you’re talking as if you had a choice. From now on bitch, this ass belongs to me.” He declared as he squatted down, spread Kipper’s ass cheeks apart, and slobbered about her ass-pussy like a bloodthirsty shark. Once he felt Kipper’s body and booty as it shivered beneath his large hands. He spanked her until she moaned and cried out in ecstasy.
Kipper felt something cool and thick as it splattered over her butt cheeks but was unable to figure exactly what it was. She attempted to look behind her, however, what she saw was her black daddy as he slid his hand along the 18’ baton and wore a very deviant grin on his face.
“Anybody before me been up in this ass faggot?” He asked.
“No daddy, you’ll be the first.” She moaned in heat.
“Okay then, I’m gonna start you out nice and slow with this,” He slapped the baton in his open hand,” and once I got you all warmed up, you’ll get the real thing.”
Kipper closed her eyes and hoped the hard-wooded club wouldn’t be too painful, however instead of pain, the insertion of the stiff wood brought her body to life as she bucked up, down, and outward to meet the stiff, black stained tool.
“Oh daddy, daddy I’m ready for you now, please don’t tease me, don’t make me wait, fuck me, daddy, take this ass and fuck, fuck it…pleasssse!”
“Is that what you want, huh sexy little bitch, you want my black dragon to stretch out your pretty candy pink hole…huh, is that what the fuck you want bitch…huh, then beg for this black dick.” He snapped as he felt his level of hot lust go right off the chart.
In spite of her plea, the heated friction of the warm, and enormously, hard, long, thick cock pressed into her sphincter made her scream out, then bit down into the pillow as she experienced an orgasm that nearly robbed her of her consciousness.
“Ohh god, it’s fucking…fu,fuc…fucking…HUGE!” Kipper cried as inch by long, thick, black, inch, the African flesh spear penetrated deep into her body.
Like a true experienced Bitchmaker, Dickerson slow and methodically fucked his young sissy until she caught his rhythm and pushed back. That’s when he knew he had her. Dickerson slyly lifted his sissy up off the pillow, then quickly slid the hard-black baton just beneath the fibromuscular mass of her perineum pressed down her lower back and commenced to fuck Kipper with the force of a fleshly jackhammer.
The intense inner-and outer stimulation of her prostate sent the neophyte sissy into a wild, freakish wave of assgasms that soon coated her lover’s huge cock with a frothy, white foam. She felt her consciousness as it slipped away.
The next time Kipper opened her eyes, she immediately fell back into a rush of hot passion as her body convulsed wildly. Tears fell from her eyes as she bit down into the pillow. She felt her black lover’s sweat covered bare chest as it dripped profusely down on her. She cooed softly as she felt so safe with large, vascular hands easily gripped her tiny waist.
Dickerson looked down and growled like a b**st as he saw his new sissy’s back was coated with the frothy mix of hot foamy sex nectar.
“Oh, fuck baby, you’re so fuckin sexy, you’re so fuckin sweet, you’re the perfect slutty bitch I need…yeah…yeah…fuck yeah. Daddy’s gonna breed you all…fuckin…night!” he snapped and drill-fucked the tight underused booty. He leaned over and wrapped his arm around her throat as he felt his cock explode and gushed a colossal load of baby-making batter inside Kipper’s pretty pink but battered hole. She slid her hand down about clitty as she recalled her new black daddy who fucked her almost every night he worked at the project building.
Back to the Present…
The elevator doors slid opened and Kipper’s mind returned to reality. With her anal cavity practically on fire, she darted down the hall, rushed into the closet, and pressed her back against the door as she nervously bit down on her bottom lip. She fought to regain control of her senses as she heard footsteps in the hall which grew louder, and louder.
Quickly she positioned the plushy beige pillow on the slop sink, climbed up top, and pushed her ass out for her black daddy.
“Please daddy, I’ll suck you as much as you want but please fuck me first…god…I’m so hot…ooo…ssss…my ass-pussy is itching and it’s so hot for your cock, please fuck me raw!”
Kipper’s eyes grew wide as she felt a cock unfamiliar to her ass-ring. This cock seemed to have a more pointed crown, and then expanded and became massively wider.
“Ohshit,” Kipper screamed, then looked back, covered her mouth in shock as she saw the face and body of the janitor Mr. Foxworth.
“Oh, oh no…Mister…Mister Foxworth, what about my…my mother!”
“Don’t worry about your mother pretty little one, your mother has taken a lot of my money, and now it is time, you earn some of it as well.” The brutishly built, the short stocky black man declared as he slowly pried the bewildered sissy’s ass-pussy open.
By the time the big dick black bull’s cock went 7½ inches down Kipper’s ass shaft, any resistance and or reluctance she might have held toward this undesired act had faded as the massively thick tool stretched her ribbed inner walls far apart and gave her prostate a firmly frictional charge.
“Ok…okay mister…mister…please god, I feel so full of dick,” Kipper whined as the strong man dominated her like a rag doll. Foxworth slapped and pinched her ass globes and easily grabbed her waist and lifted her off the pillow to deliver his back-shots with more intensity. Frantically, the overwhelmed femmie clutched at the faucet and handles as if to escape the relentless attack on his raw ass, however, the brutish black bull, displayed his own athletic ability when he hopped up, place one foot against the door and the other directly on Kipper’s head.
Kipper managed to catch a blurry glimpse of the man in action within the limey filmy reflection in the steel handle and it sent her right over the edge into a powerful assgasm. Kipper was overwhelmed by the black bull’s sexual hunger and managed to glance far enough around the see the rich, shiny skin of the black man as every muscle in his body was not only highly visible but glowed with a thin shiny coat of sweat.
“Your ass-pussy is so sweet young one. I will breed you well.” Foxworth announced as he snatched his fuck-puppet’s hair and brutally fucked her until he blasted two intense orgasms for him and three assgasms for her. by the time the senior man stepped back, Kipper’s body along with the pillow slid down to the floor.
“You’re a nasty little, slutty girl and I will fuck you again. I suggest you keep this a secret between you and me and keep this from your mother. You deserve to earn a living too.” He suggested as he thumbed through and removed three twenty-dollar bills from his wallet and then tossed it down onto an exhausted sissy.
With her mind in a daze and her ass-pussy gaped, Kipper attempted to jump to her feet as someone entered the room and slowly closed the creaky door behind them.
“Da…daddy, is that you?” Kipper called.
“So, you like cheating on me…huh bitch?”
“No, daddy, it’s…it’s not what you think.”
“Don’t lie to me bitch. I was standing right outside the door. I know what Foxworth did to you, nasty pretty bitch and now it’s time to pay. With his large dark hand, the powerful security guard administered a harsh spanking and brought the sissy to tears.
“Are you going to betray me again whore…huh…huh?” Dickerson barked and Kipper sobbed as her ass ached and yet apart of her was overjoyed with the knowledge that her daddy cared so much to keep her in place.
“Come with me cock hungry faggot. It’s time you get an upgrade.”
“Okay daddy, just let me put on my…”
“No slut, no clothes for you. It’s time you came out the closet…literally.” He chuckled humorously.
“But daddy what about my mother, what if…someone sees us?”
“Don’t fuckin question me bitch, now let’s go.’ Dickerson demanded.
“Daddy please, I can’t…”
Before she could finish her statement, the tall security guard swept the sissy off her feet, and over his shoulder, then brazenly carried her down the hall. As they passed the elevator it slid open and three heads quickly poked out.
Although she kept her head down, Kipper could hear the loud reaction of her audience.
Dickerson carried her down a flight of stairs, down another hallway, and kicked open the door to apartment 9G.
“Get out here bitch…now.” The black stallion barked and seconds later an elderly woman appeared from one of the back rooms. Fix this bitch up for me old woman, and send her to me in the bedroom.” Dickerson ordered as he snatched a beer from the fridge and walked away
45 Minutes Later…

Kipper stood before a full-length bathroom mirror and could barely believe her eyes as she looked upon a reflection of a person, she’d always knew was there but never believed it was just a personal dream locked away in the halls of her mind, an unreachable fantasy.
Her strawberry colored hair combed to the back and hung in a loose ponytail, clipped together by a large silky white ribbon. Her makeup made her look a shade lighter but contrasted well with her hazel eyes, and hair and gave her a strikingly hot appearance. Her full-lips coated with a candy pink lipstick that matched her finger and toenails. She had a regal yet slutty look about her. Her hands slid along her torso as she felt the lacy smooth texture of the hot pink satin lace-up corset dress, with a split on either side of her legs. She glanced down at her 2¼-inch transparent heels and she couldn’t help but be ironically tickled pink.
“Yes, Cinderella, you are indeed ready for the ball.” The elderly lady exclaimed as she slid on a pair of school-boy glasses over the bridge of Kipper’s nose. “Now you look like an educated, cerebral slut.” The lady laughed.
“I have to admit, I feel so, beautiful.”
“Yes, and now you look the part.”
“Who…who are you?” Kipper asked curiously.
“All you need to know, is that I was you, nearly forty years ago. I was about to enter college, he had just been drafted into the NBA, and we were in love. It was very different back then. He used his signing bonus money to pay for a trip to Vegas. He bought me a beautiful wardrobe and then we got married, well, of course, it wasn’t recognized across the country, but we didn’t need a paper to tell us we belonged together. We had our honeymoon in Aruba. It was by far the most beautiful time anyone could imagine and I…was in pure sissy-heaven.” She paused as she drifted away down memory lane until her young hosts asked.
“Well?”
“Well, what?” The beautiful elderly black transgender woman asked.
“What happened, are you still together?”
“Oh, well…as he became more successful in his career, the money grew and so did his ego. He left me with the excuse that he wanted to explore more of himself, alone. It broke my heart, especially because he was my first, he was the one and only. It wasn’t till his final days that when he summoned me to his eventual death bed, that I learned he cheated on me with someone with the virus and left, to spare me the same fate. I spent practically every one of his remaining moments with him. He remains in my heart as the finest man I’ve ever known and there are many times I have wished he’d share his burden with me but it was a sacrifice he chose to bare alone.” The long gray dreadlocked transgender woman shook her head rapidly as if to clear her thoughts and then reexamined the woman she tended to.
“Please forgive this old woman for drifting on her memories, but when you reach my age sweetie, memories are all you have left.” Her voice cracked, then she quickly refocused.
“Your daddy is going to enjoy you. Once he lays eyes on you, he’s gonna murder that ass-pussy.” She smiled
“Oh god, just the thought has my toes curled,” Kipper declared.
“One last thing Kipper.”
“What’s that?”
“Exactly, what the hell is a Kipper? It sounds like the name of some reject superhero side-kick. No, baby, you need a name that reflects the real you. Do you have any in mind?”
“I always thought Kipper, was kind of cute, but why do I have the feeling you have something in mind, already?”
“I sure do, when you first walked through or was carried through my door, you looked like a pretty little flower, beat up by nature, and now…oh now you are a beautiful Blossom.
“Oh wow, that’s a beautiful name. Thank you…uhhh, what’s your name?”
“You can call me Ms. Rose. As you might’ve guessed, I have a thing for beautiful flowers, and my c***d you are there.” She chuckled. “Now that’s enough talk, you got a daddy in there, that has been patiently waiting so I suggest you get that ass in gear and take care of your alpha.
Blossom turn and hugged the senior lady, glanced one last time into the mirror, and proudly made her way to the bedroom. She snatched opened the door and smelt the strong aroma of marijuana, but what really shocked her was the sight of her daddy whose god-like physique was stretched out on the king-sized bed. His humongous black uncut cock behaved like a snake as it bounced up and down about his tight, well-defined abdomen, but still, that shock paled in comparison to the sight of the equally powerfully built body of Mr. Foxworth who also occupied a space in bed, and still, that paled completely as the sight of his mother who laid sandwiched between the men.
“Oh…oh my god…no…no…NOOOOOO!” Blossom screamed and attempted to flee the room, but apparently Ms. Rose had locked them in.
“Please…please I can’t do this!” Blossom cried as Dickerson jumped out of bed and snatched the shocked sissy into his arms.
“Come on baby, don’t run from shit just because it’s different. Try seeing things from a broader perspective.
“What if that were your mother in that bed?” Blossom fired back.
“My mother kept her freaky shit away from me.”
“That’s right baby, I’m a whore and you’ve known that for a very long time, I never kept that fact from you. There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s how we’ve been taught to view it, Blossom.” Her mother interjected.
“Wait…huh…Blossom, how did you know that; did Ms. Rose tell you that?”
“Yes, she ran the name by us, and we all agreed that it name fit you well, but we left the final decision up to you.”
“Oh shit…wait, I…I don’t understand, what’s this all about, please, somebody help me make sense?” Blossom cried as tears fell slowly down her cheeks. “Was this some kind of, plan all along?”
“In a word darling, yes. I knew all about your affair with Officer Dickerson and I saw how confident you became after you spent time with him. That’s when I knew we shared a deep passionate lust, insatiable hunger for black men and especially big black men with big black cocks. It was then that I requested and arranged for Mr. Foxworth to take you into the closet. It was all a part of a plan to free the sissy within you and here you are, a beautiful black cock loving sissy ready for breeding by this magnificently handsome black hunk.” She stated as she strolled over to her femmie daughter and gently massaged the humongous cock of Dickerson who stood beside her.
“If you want to run and pretend, you’re not a freak for black cock, It’s okay. We won’t judge you, but we all know your true nature, our true nature.”
With that statement made, Blossom’s mom walked back across the room, climbed back in bed, then leaned over, took hold of the Jurassic cock of her daddy, Mr. Foxworth, and slid it deep inside her mouth.
“So, was this just a game to turn me out?” Blossom cried as she searched Dickerson’s eyes for clarity.
“You spend too much time thinking about what others might say. Here’s all you need to know.” The tall strappingly hard man declared as he swept the gorgeous sissy off her feet and carried her over to the bed.
Throughout the night the hot quartet fucked savagely, and unleashed their deepest most unbridled sexual hunger in an orgy of lust, cock, and assgasms and by dawns early light, Blossom opened her eyes and felt her expanded, overstretched ass-pussy as it continued to throb and pulsate from the intensity of the action early that night. she stared into the early morning sunlight and smiled as she declared as a storyline finally came to her imagination. She even knew the title of her story and recited it repeatedly first in her mind then finally aloud.
“I’m a Blossom…in the Sun.”