It’s your duty to surrender your virginity to the superior
cock, said the voice in Wendy’s head again.
She spread her legs as Dewey lifted himself off her body with
his strong arms. His cock poked between her legs, his bare cock. “Just promise
me you’ll pull out.”
“I promise,” he said, his cock head rubbing against her clit.
“Oh god,” moaned Wendy, reaching down between their bodies.
She grabbed his shaft and helped guide it to the entrance to her pussy. She
opened her legs as wide as they’d go. She knew this was a huge mistake, but she
wanted Dewey to be the one more than anything else.
Once his cock found purchase, Dewey pushed forwards. The tip
of his cock almost immediately found resistance. With a hard thrust, he broke
through. Wendy gasped. There were tears running down her cheeks. “You okay?” he
asked. She nodded. “Regrets?”
“No,” she said, leaning up and kissing the top of his head.
“I’m glad it’s done,” she sighed laying back down on the sleeping bag. “And I’m
glad it was done by you, Dewey.”
Dewey swelled with pride. “And to think I didn’t even want to
come to the party tonight.”
“I’m glad you did,” she said.
“Cause I saved your life?”
“And because I got to meet Little Dewey.”
“I’m Little Dewey, that’s Big Dewey. Ready?”
Wendy laughed. “Yes, it’s just sore. Go slow. Okay?”
Dewey was patient, slowly working his cock in and out, a
little deeper each thrust. He held still when she seemed to experience some
discomfort. He didn’t want to hurt her and more importantly, he wanted her
coming back for more. Wendy was grateful he was gentile. It was a slow almost
impossible lifting of her hips into his cock that let him know she was starting
to like it.
“Yes,” she whispered softly. Wendy’s strong athletic legs
wrapped around his hips and pulled several more inches inside her. “It so big,
Dewey,” she grunted, surprised her tight pussy was taking so much of his thick
black cock. He was already deeper then walnut balls could have gone.
Dewey felt her pussy, stretching, and conforming around his
cock, reshaping itself to accommodate black dick. He wondered if this was what
the local blacks called, “resizing”. She’d never be satisfied by a white boy
after this. That thought made him glad. He pushed deeper.
“OW!” she grunted. Dewey froze. “That’s it. You just hit my
cervix.”
“Let me show you something,” he said, flexing his cock.
Precum shot out, softening her cervix. It was a trick that Stacy had showed
him.
Wendy groaned, she was humping his cock more vigorously. She
liked him flexing it inside her. “Ow ow OW!” she said again as his cock pushed
through. “It’s in my womb!” she grunted in disbelief.
“Balls deep, baby,” he said proudly, holding his cock buried.
Her pussy embraced every inch of his shaft, hugging and squeezing it. If it
wasn’t earlier, it was surely “resized” now. Suddenly, her vaginal muscles
contracted around his cock, her orgasmic fluids running down to soak his shaft
until it squirted onto his balls. Her body had gone limp and she was staring at
the tent roof like she was in shock. “You ready to fuck?” She didn’t answer,
but he started working his cock in and out anyway. Her body answered for her,
her hips lifted into every thrust. She grunted each time he buried it.
“Fuck me,” Wendy hissed, surprising herself. “Fuck me,” she
said again. “Oh god Dewey, I’m going to cum… again!” Wendy arched her back, her
breasts lifting the black teen up as she squirted all around his cock again.
Yeah, she’s coming back for more, thought Dewey with pride.
He looked down at her. There was one benefit to their size difference. His face
was practically right on her ripe white breasts. He planted his lips over one
nipple while squeezing her other breasts. Her humping got more vigorous. Dewey
took it as the go ahead to fuck her faster. “God, this is one hot pussy,” he
growled, picking up speed.
“Yes, fuck me,” she moaned, thrashing her head back and
forth. “Fuck me, Chaga. Chaga me. Cumming cumming CUMMING!”
He lifted his face out of her breasts when she’d settled
down. There was that word again. “What’s Chaga mean?”
Wendy didn’t know how she knew this, but she answered. “It
means to fuck vigorously.”
“Yeah, I’ll Chaga you.” Dewey held himself up with his arms
and started giving it to her hard. “I’ll Chaga you real good.”
Wendy cried. “I love your cock so much. It’s so much better
then I imagined.” She trembled and exploded again, another orgasm following
close behind that one. “Big Dewey… so good.
Dewey felt the sperm welling up in his balls. “Getting close.
I wanna cum in you so bad. I can’t stop fucking your hot pussy. Can’t pull
out.”
“I don’t want you to,” she replied. Duty… breed… superior
cock.
“Oh god! I’m… cumming,” groaned Dewey.
Wendy Williams squeezed her legs tight around his hips
locking him in just as his cock began its first of a dozen squirts. The second
she felt his hot seed spraying into her womb, she had an orgasm so powerful it
made risking pregnancy worth it. Each time his cock jumped prolonged the
already strong orgasm.
Both lovers collapsed from the intensity of their orgasms
entering a state of semi-conscious bliss. Luckily, Dewey’s head found a soft
cushion in Wendy’s breasts.”
Wendy awoke first. She let her new lover sleep, gently rubbing
his head, sometime running her hand down his back, feeling the taut muscles,
his hard ass. She could feel his cock shriveling inside her. Dewey stirred,
lifting himself up with a groan. He looked sleepy, but he smiled and kissed her
on the nipple before sliding up. Her head rose to meet his and they kissed
affectionately. He slid back, his cock plopping out. Wendy immediately missed
it. “I’m going to want to do that a lot from now on,” she said, a torrent of
semen pouring from her open vagina.
“You want to see me again?” he asked with some surprise, but
also a loof of delight on his face.
“Oh god yes, I want to fuck Big Dewey as often as possible.”
Dewey wanted to see if she really liked him or just wanted to
use him for sex. Not that he’d turn down the latter. “Would you go to the
Halloween party with me?”
“I’d love to, but…” Wendy saw his hopeful expression drop.
“No honey, I’ll go, but we have to meet there. My parents wouldn’t understand.”
“What about at school?”
“Anywhere but home, I’ll date you openly. That is, if you
want to date me?” Wendy wondered if he really liked her or just wanted her body
for sex.
“Damn straight, I want to date you and you know what else?”
“What?”
“I want to Chaga you again.” Dewey kneeled, his penis rising
and sticking out as it swelled. “Are you too sore?”
Wendy thought for a moment. “No, I’m not,” she said genuinely
surprised. Her hips were lifting off the sleeping bag towards his risen cock.
“In fact, I’m horny for Big Dewey again.”
“Get on all fours,” he ordered.
**********
Carol felt like she was going to vomit listening to them, but
her body was also responding to the sex noises between Dewey and Wendy. What
the hell was Wendy thinking having sex with a black man and little Dewey for
that matter? She’d even given him her virginity! Carol had been trying to find
her a real boyfriend for months, but her choices were all intimidated by her
height. After all she’d done for Wendy and the girl had turned out to be a mud
shark. There was no way they could stay friends now. Just the thought of Wendy
with a black man made her angry, really angry, and for some reason, a lot of
that anger was directed at David.
Carol walked around behind the tent listening to the two
rather loud, lovers. She stifled a gasp when she reached the opposite side.
From this angle the fire was behind the tent. The shadows of the two loves were
plain and well defined. Wendy was on all fours, enormous breasts hanging down.
Carol could easily see her erect nipples under the breasts and they almost
touched the ground. What was shocking was the shadow image of the little black
runt. He was kneeling behind her and looked like a midget, but one whose body
rippled with muscles. Sticking out from the runt’s crotch was a massive erect
shadow phallus. Once again, the shadows were so well defined, she could make
out the ridged slope of the head and even ridges along the thick veiny shaft.
“It’s not real,” she muttered in disbelief as he inched forwards on his knees
until the fat head was pressing between Wendy’s thighs.
“Oh god,” moaned Wendy. “Hurry up and fuck me again. I want
your big black cock.”
Disgusting! Sick, she thought feeling ill again. Wendy moaned
loudly as the head of Dewey’s big penis disappeared into her along with several
inches. She’s actually enjoying that filthy revolting nigger’s penis!
“Fuck this white pussy is so hot,” grunted Dewey.
“F-u-c-k,” muttered Carol, falling to her knees as she stared
at the erotic shadow theater playing out on the side of the tent. It can’t
possibly be that big, she thought as inch after shadowy inch blended into Wendy’s
rounded ass. Every other proportion in the shadows appeared accurate. That
would make little Dewey’s penis more than a foot long!
Carol got on all fours in the sandy soil, her head near the
tent. She thought she could even smell the sex coming out of the tent. Dewey
was giving Wendy a good fucking now. Her ex-friend whimpered each time he
pushed it deep. Carol couldn’t take any more of this nauseating behavior. She
turned away, giving one last glance at the tent and froze.
From her position on all fours beside the tent, it appeared
to be her shadow on the canvas of the tent. Eight or nine inches of thick black
shaft withdrew from Wendy and pushed back in. Carol moved forwards as if she’d
been the one being penetrated. She found herself matching Wendy’s movements.
She wished David possessed a cock like the little black man
had. Fuck! She wished David had the stamina the little black man had. David didn’t
last particularly long on a good day and this had not been a good day. Carol
moaned pretending she was getting fucked by a big cock. Her swollen rigid
nipples ached. Surprisingly, they felt cold and wet, covered in dew from the
mist. She noticed they’d become exposed in the dark. Just when she realized
this, her half tee moved up her chest leaving her bare breasts hanging
pendulously down, swaying in time to Wendy’s shadow breasts.
The mist had her panty damp. It tightly hugged her crotch.
They were her sexiest pair and she’d worn them especially for David that night.
What a waste! The shadow man was fucking her better than David. The shadow man?
She remembered her erotic dream from last month. She’d been on all fours just
like now while the shadow man fucked her with his huge dark cock just like
Dewey was fucking Wendy now. He’d been a much larger man than Dewey and bearded
and his cock had fucked her oh so good. “Fuck me,” she whispered, staring at
the tent. “Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock.”
Carol felt her pussy trembling. She felt warm inside. That huge
cock was fucking her… Wendy hard now. “Fuck me,” she moaned with need. “Fuck me…
not her. Fuck me Dewey!”
“CUMMING!” screamed Wendy.
Carol cried out with Wendy as she came. Her already damp
panty turning soaked as she had a bigger orgasm than she’d ever had with David.
It took her awhile to recover. She’d fallen forwards on her
arms, ass raised into the air for her nonexistent lover. “I want to look at
you,” said Wendy inside the tent. Carol moaned listening to them move in the
tent. It took her a few minutes to recover, pushing herself back to all fours before
sitting up on her knees. She matched Wendy’s shadow again. Wendy was bouncing
in Dewey’s lap, his hands kneading her breasts and pinching her outthrust nipples.
Wendy’s hands were holding his outstretched arms, squeezing the large biceps.
Carol began bouncing on her legs, once again matching Wendy’s movements. She
arched her back, angling it so that her breasts were thrust out to match where
Dewey’s strong hands were kneading Wendy’s. She raised her hands, squeezing and
pinching her nipples, trying not to moan to loudly for fear they’d hear, but
they were making more noise than she was.
Carol leaned forwards just as Wendy did though she had no
lover to raise his head to her nipples. Dewey noisily slurped on Wendy’s
enormous bosom. Carol’s nipples throbbed, and she whimpered with jealousy. She
sat up straight again, still bouncing when Dewey’s head fell back. “Getting close,”
he groaned.
“Cum in me,” moaned Wendy and Carol. “I want all your seed,” said
just Wendy. Carol whimpered with jealousy again.
“Here it cums,” grunted Dewey. Wendy lifted high as he bucked
his hips up and held still
“Cumming!,” screamed Wendy. Carol’s need was great again, but
this time she couldn’t orgasm without help. Her hand slipped under her panty.
All it took was the tip of her finger before she joined Wendy in an orgasm. She’d
masturbated before, but her pussy had never felt this hot as it contracted all
around the tip of her finger.
“I love Big Dewey,” moaned Wendy. It sounded like she was so
happy, she was crying. “I love your big Dewey. I love your Dewey.” Wendy fell
forward nearly nose to nose with the little black man. “I love you Dewey,” she
told him. Then they were kissing.
Shaken, Carol rose to her feet. She dusted the sand, dirt,
and twigs off her legs and knees doing the same to her arms. She reached up to
pull her tee shirt down, but the thing had shrunk in the mist. It now only
covered half her areola. They were still kissing as she walked away. “It’s
growing again!” was the last thing she heard.
Disgusted and disturbed by her own body’s reaction, Carol
entered her tent. David was asleep in the sleeping bag. She lifted it up to
join him, looking with disappointment upon the small shriveled white penis
between his legs.
She’d just had two orgasms, but still felt unsatisfied and
she closed her eyes and listened to renewed fucking sounds coming from the next
tent.
Great writing as usual. Keep up the amazing work on CC3/CC4
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