Sex Object
by Keith McDougall
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This is a work of fiction and has descriptions of sexual acts between adult over the age of eighteen and over. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional; any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
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A young black man an object of desire for the women around him, quite unexpectedly...
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1
As a young man, Benjamin Britton was shy and quiet. He was a 'mother's boy' really who had lived a sheltered life until his parents went back to live in Guyana, their original South American home, taking him with them.
Everything changed for him then. His old friends had stopped writing him, the Guyanese kids beat him up and taunted him all the time. That was until he met Gloria Fox, a stunning girl from his class at the sixth form college he had just started attending. He was eighteen at the time, still shy and very much a virgin.
Even his young cousins had sex many times by now, taunting him and saying that he was a 'pussy'. Gloria was absolutely gorgeous and everyone wanted her, even two of the girls in his class.
She had such an incredible figure, long shapely legs, taunt firm breasts, round plump little bottom that even the male teachers couldn't take their eyes off of. She had a mouth that made men drool and those big brown eyes could stare right into your soul.
She had stopped traffic a few times, walking down the street in tight black leggings and a pink 'tube' that bulged with her large, very firm breasts. Her body was the kind that would make a porn star jealous.
Some of the teachers 'hit' on her daily, especially Mr Moore, the history teacher. She just seemed to ignore them all, an aloof sneer on her beautiful face as she walked the halls and the street.
Ben had heard many obscene comments said about her, what the talker would do to her if he got his hands on her. He himself had a few ideas himself, the virgin young man wanted to lose his 'cherry' in the incredibly sexy girl.
Everyone believed that the man they kept seeing with her was her boyfriend, the way she cuddled against him whenever he dropped her off at school, though they had never seen them kiss. She herself didn't talk about him or even say who he was.
Ben just didn't think he was her father, there was no resemblance at all whatsoever and all the others in school wanted to know if the man was fucking the girl.
When she came over to him, asking him to draw a diagram of the geological structure of soil layers for her geography homework, he grinned like an idiot. She rarely talked to anyone at all, and here she was talking to him.
The eighteen year old saw the girl's bright smile and felt as if he wanted to piss himself with excitement.
"Well," she asked impatiently, "Are you going to do this for me?"
He nodded and waited for her to give him her exercise book so that he could do the drawing for her. He had been known in the class as a very good artist and drew diagrams for nearly half the class, even though not many of them talked to him socially.
He felt that it was a start anyway, maybe they would want to be friends with him some day.
But this girl had always just stared at him and then ignored him. Now she wanted him to draw something for her and he was so excited that she was even talking to him.
"Yeah, sure!" he grinned like an idiot.
She smirked and handed him a slip of paper with an address written on it.
"This is my address," she told him, "Come here tonight and do the drawings for me and I'll give you a reward for it."
He was dazed, staring at the paper and then up at her as she walked away, her wonderful bum twisting so deliciously that he wanted to bite it. The girl next to him, Monica Robins, stared at the bit of paper in his hand.
"Let me see that!" she demanded, but he folded it and pushed it into his shirt pocket.
"I don't think so!" he said with a smirk, "She didn't say 'show this to everyone in class!', she gave it to me in private."
"I'm gonna tell Dennison, he'll take it from you and beat you up!" she grinned evilly.
Ben was scared of Derek Dennison, the big darker-skinned boy was always roughing him up and hurting him. So at lunch he sat alone in the class, taking the note he had been given and trying to copy the handwriting, writing down the address of that old man with the dogs he knew from the last house he had lived in down Durban Street, Lodge.
It was the house where the dogs ran out and bit you when you tried to call on it, the house was down in the back of the four rows of wooden houses in one of the many rows of alleys.
He placed the real note in his back pocket in his notebook and the forged one in his shirt pocket. He made sure that everyone saw the note in his pocket and when Dennision came and blocked his path, he didn't it give up so easily to make it look good, getting punched in the stomach several times just for Monica's pleasure.
Dennison was her boyfriend and Ben had seen them in the Promenade Gardens not far from the college building, fucking against a tree behind a heavy bush. The brown-skinned girl gasping as he shoved his cock into her, her legs up around his waist.
The bigger boy plucked the note from his pocket and read it, smiling.
"You don't need this!" he said and shoved him aside, grinning as he and Monica walked away, laughing.
He smiled evilly as they walked out of the school gate, Dennison's hand fondling Monica's bum through her uniform skirt. If he went to that house he would be in for a big surprise.
When he got home Ben's parents were rowing about something again, he ignored them and ate something, going to his room and changing into his cream slacks and white shirt, then took his drawing set, running out of the house and going off towards the written address that was not that far from where he lived.
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The house was on the 'back road', just before East Ruimveldt Secondary School and just close to the bend where the road curved towards the his home in Roxanne Burnham Gardens.
It was a big white house built up in the usual normal fashion, on eight foot concrete columns with front and back stairs to get up to the house. There was also a balcony where the girl was sitting, smiling down at him.
"I was wondering when you'd get here!" she said, getting up and going to the front stairs, coming down to the gate where her large dogs were barking and snarling at him.
She hushed them and opened the iron gate, swinging it wide to let him pass and then closing it, leading the nervous boy up the stairs as the four huge dogs followed them, sniffing at his ankles.
"Ignore them, they only bite if I 'hoots' them on you, or if you try to leave without me." she told him as he found himself staring at that awesome bottom almost in his face, the bulbous flesh hugged tightly by the shorts she was wearing.
Her legs were brown and smooth, not a single blemish anywhere on them that he could see and her calves were curved and shapely. The girl's legs were taunt, powerful muscles under the skin that he could see for the first time and he realised that the girl mush be an athlete or something.
"Come in and meet my uncle, he looks after me while my parents are away!" she said, taking his hand and leading him into the house from the balcony.
Inside the man she was always hugging outside their college was grinning at him, coming over and shaking his hand. He was tall and powerfully built, a body-builder or something. But it was now, up close that Ben could actually see that there was a resemblance, particularly around the eyes and the shape of the face.
Gloria hugged her uncle and looked up into the man's eyes with a smile.
"What do you think?" she asked the man.
"Handsome boy!" he smiled down at her, his hand gently stroking her hip, "English you say?"
"Yeah, he's shy and soft, but I like him!" she told the man, making Ben blush with shock.
"OK, well you guys go and do your 'thing' and I'll be back in a few hours. I have to go to the gym and then I'm seeing Claudia for the evening. We're going to the cinema." he said, kissing her forehead and releasing her.
He smiled at Ben, patting his shoulder.
"Nice meeting you, Son. I expect I'm going to see you around here quite a lot." he said, looking at the gorgeous girl and seeing her nod.
Ben felt weird, dizzy. She wanted to have him come there again?
The big man left them and said his goodbyes, then they were alone and Ben was still in shock. She liked him?"
Come on Britton, I want you to do this and finish quick!" she said, leading him to her bedroom and sitting him at the desk inside where all of her school things were strewn.
Ben sat down and realised that he didn't need his drawing case, she had lots of her own high quality stuff. He went to work, drawing from the diagram and shading as he copied the picture on the page into her exercise book.
She hovered over him. Watching as he worked, gasping in delight as the picture started to take shape. Several times he felt her firm breasts pressing against his back as she held his shoulders and looked around his head, making his cock harden in his pants.
She chuckled a few times and pulled back, stroking his back and his short, dark, woolly hair. He managed to finish the pictures in the spaces she had left between her written homework and handed her the finished item.
She grinned as she surveyed the finished work, then she placed it back on the small table, reaching around to hug the boy from behind, kissing his cheek.
"You clever 'English' boy!" she said into his ear, making him tremble, "Ooh, what's this?"
She reached down and grabbed the obvious bulge along his thigh, both of them gasping as she squeezed it in her strong fingers.
"Fuck! It's huge!" she said excitedly as she stroked and squeezed the trembling boy's virgin cock under the thin cloth of his trousers.