Bria goes black to humiliate Jerry

Bria Jeurgen was relaxing in the hottub one evening, her arms draped on the sides, her head resting back, her usually heavy natural breasts buoyant in the frothing water. She was contentedly considering unfastening her bikini top and freeing her breasts, but got the feeling that she was being watched. She opened her eyes, and sure enough there was her mom's boyfriend Jerry Ross, standing by the back door in his swim trunks. He smiled nervously and pretended that he hadn't been standing there staring at the teenager.

"Oh, hey, Brie," he said casually as he approached the tub. "How's the water?" Then, without waiting for a reply: "Hey, I was just gonna take a dip myself. Mind if I join you?"

"Your tub," she replied, lowering her arms to her sides and rolling her body forward so that her breasts submerged beneath the bubbles. He clambered into the water and positioned himself across from her, and Bria watched his potbelly slip beneath the surface.

"Whew, yeah, that's nice," he sighed as the foam caught in his grey chest hair. He looked across the steaming cauldron at Bria, who was trying to avoid eye contact. "You've got nice hair," he said softly.

"Uh, it's wet," she pointed out, glancing down at the golden strands clinging to her shoulders and chest.

"Yeah, it's blonde, naturally," Jerry observed, catching her eye. "That's rare these days, and getting rarer." The teen nodded silently, rolling her eyes as he continued. "Only Aryans have blonde hair. It's impossible for most people, like Asians. And blacks."

"I know, Jerry," she tried cutting him off. There was silence, and she closed her eyes and tried to relax, but still felt him watching her.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Brie?"

She shifted uncomfortably, and it wasn't just his use of a cutesy nickname for what was already a short name. "Just dating, I guess," she replied, keeping her eyes closed. "Nothing serious."

"What's your type of guy?" he asked.

"I like... hot guys," Bria shrugged. "Tall, dark and handsome, right?"

"How dark?" Jerry persisted.

'It's an expression!' she thought about snapping, but a smile curled across her lips as she sighed. "The darker, the better," she purred, sensing that would aggravate him.

He was silent for awhile, and Bria thought she had stumped him. She could feel the tension melt from her neck and shoulders, even when he spoke again, his voice quivering slightly. "You are a precious jewel, Brie," he told her. "I've seen the way black guys look at you, and I'm sure you've noticed too. They like beautiful little blondes, and they'll take advantage of you if they can. You know for a long time in this country, there were laws designed to keep men like them away from girls like you."

"Um, that was called racism, Jerry!" she pointed out with youthful indignation, silently enjoying the power she had over him.

"Maybe so," he continued, lowering his voice, "but you should watch out for black men, and only date your own kind."

The teen managed to stifle a laugh. After her father left, her mother Tanya started dating again, including black guys. Bria overheard Tanya talking on the phone to a friend once about how nice it was to get some black dick again, and Bria suspected that Tanya was cheating on Jerry with one of them, an ex-football player named Rodney. If Jerry couldn't keep his girlfriend away from black men, what right does he have to lecture her daughter?

Instead she decided to reply with a classic line. "Jerry, you're not my dad," Bria said as she rose out of the water and put a hand on her hip, her revealing bikini clinging to her dripping curves, her nipples poking enticingly through the thin material. "I'm not afraid of black men. In fact, if what they say is true..." and she held her index fingers about a foot apart and winked, "they are definitely my kind."

With that, the blonde climbed out of the tub, grabbed her towel, and with a final mischeivous smirk, stomped into the house. She felt a giddy thrill having so infuriated him, and as she showered and got ready for bed, she fantasized about how it would drive him crazy if she actually did bring a black guy home.

That night, Bria had many lurid dreams in which she savored and worshipped an unrelenting army of big black dicks. Many of them were anonymous, but there were also men she knew: the lowlife ****-dealing brother of the student she tutored at high school, some of the refugee guys from the trailer park, that one politician from Minneapolis she meant at a state function, even the new mechanic who worked at Jerry's car dealership, but most vividly were Rodney and some of Tanya's other boyfriends, all men as old or older than her father.

When she awoke, the teen realized she had never been so aroused in her life. She started to plan to put her interracial plan into action...