Samson took his eyes off the hot blonde staring at his cock
sticking out for a split second to wink at his brother. Herc gave a little nod.
“Feel free…,” Samson tried to say before he was interrupted.
“Can I touch it?” asked Elin.
“Sure. Touch it all you want,” he said, surprised.
Elin reached her fingers out toward the 12” black cock
sticking out between Samson’s legs. She held her hand a few inches back.
“Sorry, I don’t want to lead you guys on. I just want to test something out.”
“Go ahead,” said Samson, sneaking a glance at his brother
again. Herc just shrugged.
Elin stuck her index finger out and tentatively touched
Samson’s cock head. She yanked her hand away, but nothing happened. More
fingers came out to gently touch the head. She pushed down before pulling her
hand away. The huge penis bent down before springing back up and bobbing.
“Whatcha doin, girl?”
“I was just… I wanted to see if you were going to ejaculate
if I touched it.”
“Shit Elin. It takes a good twenty minutes of hard fucking or
sucking to make that thing blow.”
“Really? My ex-boyfriend couldn’t last more than five minutes
and the last guy I was with… um, squirted right away.”
Herc laughed. “Looks like White Hot Hands fumbles more than
footballs.”
“Who?” asked Elin. Someone had yelled that when she and Todd
arrived at the bonfire.
“Todd,” said Samson. “I’ve always just called him pencil
dick,” he added, feeling bad. He liked Todd, but lately it seemed he was taking
everything that the white boy loved. He didn’t like feeling guilty. On the
other hand, he really wanted to fuck this hot bitch.
“Todd’s not that small,” she argued, defending her new
boyfriend of about three hours now. “Maybe compared to you guys.” Her hand came
out to squeeze the tip of Samson’s cock. “So big. Like a golf ball.” She was
distracted as the second hard cock stepped closer.
“You need a larger sample size,” said Hercules.
Elin didn’t hesitate. She reached out and grabbed the end of
Hercules’ cock, thicker than his brothers and maybe half an inch longer. She
yanked on it several times without letting go. “You’re not going to prematurely
ejaculate either?”
“Nope. It takes…” Hercules smirked over towards his brother.
“A good thirty minutes of fucking or sucking to get that thing off.”
“We should go somewhere brighter, so you can see them
better,” said Samson.
“Okay,” she said, hesitantly. A black man took each arm and headed
her off away from the crowded bonfire. “Just don’t get any ideas, okay. I just
want to examine them some more.”
“Of course, we understand,” said Samson. “You’ve never seen
real men before.”
“Yeah, we understand all right,” added Herc. “Don’t want daddy
or your friends back in Tittsville knowing about you touching two niggas big
black cocks.”
That’s not it,” she lied. Her dad would go nuts if he knew
she was even touching a black man’s penis.
Rumor had it, Tittsville was founded by Coxburg citizens trying
to get away from the growing number of blacks in Coxburg.
“Here we are,” said Samson, leading her into a campsite.
There was a firepit going in the center. The flame helped to keep the mist
away. There were two sleeping bags spread out beside each other. “Can’t afford
a tent.”
“Which one of you owns the Hello Kitty sleeping b… WOW!” she
cried, seeing the two huge black cocks sticking out of their pants in the
firelight. Neither had shrunken in the least.
“Wow yourself, girl,” said Hercules, looking her up and down.
Elin normally didn’t care to be looked at in such a manner by
a black man or two for that matter, but she still felt flattered. She looked
down her body and quickly understood why they were being so bold. She was six
feet tall and long legged with tight form fitting jeans hugging her thighs and
the curves of her ass. They were strategically ripped to show bits of knee,
leg, and thigh. Her tank top exposed her curvy belly which glistened with dew
in the firelight and a blue gem piercing glittered in her navel. The top was
damp already tight before the mist rolled in, now it hugged her ribs and
enormous GG breasts exposing her areola and long pointy nipples. The top was
already low cut to show off her cleavage, but this wet look was sexy even for
the head cheerleader of the Titans. She wished she hadn’t left her bra in
Todd’s car. “I should go,” she muttered, feeling uncomfortable being eyed by
these negroes. Though as far as blacks go, Samson was quite the hunk. His
brother had a more brutish thug look to him, but wasn’t bad looking.
“Soon Tittsville,” said Samson. “But you wanted to get a
close-up view of what real men looked like.”
“Unh huh,” she muttered, staring at them. Once while shopping
in Coxburg, her mom had hurried her past an adult novelty store and there’d
been black dildos on display claiming to be modeled after a Coxville native
adult film star. Herc’s cock reminded her of the oversized dildos.
“Then get a closer look.” Herc put his hands on her shoulders
and pushed down.
Elin fell to her knees on the sleeping bags. Two huge black
cocks were pointed at her face. In the light, she could clearly make out how
big their scrotums were close to ten times bigger than her ex-boyfriend’s or
Todd’s for that matter. She’d fondled his sack while sucking him off earlier.
She reached out and lifted Herc’s cock up to examine the underside. It was
crisscrossed with throbbing dark veins, blacker than his skin. She couldn’t
help cupping his scrotum in her hands. One testicle filled her entire palm. It
was surprisingly heavy. She reached her other hand over to cup Samson’s balls.
They were just as heavy and full. “Bet you guys cum a lot,” she said.
“Shit Tittsville. I can fill a 12oz soda can with one of my
loads,” said Samson.
“Mine fills about a 20oz bottle,” added Hercules one upping
his brother again. “You really should see it.”
“I’d… I’d like to see it.” Elin found these two black cocks
fascinating. Her right hand had grabbed the base of Samson’s rod and was trying
to measure up to the head. Her left hand was squeezing the knobby head of
Hercules’s cock. Even Rock hard, Todd’s grape-sized tip had been spongy. Herc’s
was a solid ungiving mass of hardness. “I want to see it. Could you masturbate
for me?”
Samson glanced over at his brother again. “No Tittsville,” he
told her. Elin sighed and looked crestfallen. “But you can jerk me off if you’d
like.”
She perked up before frowning. “You’re asking me to give you
a handjob?”
“Oh yeah, me too,” added Herc.
“I couldn’t do that,” she argued. Honestly, she’d given
plenty to three ex-boyfriends. Two before she was ready to give up her
virginity just to keep them happy and the last when she was on her period.
“You will if you want to see it cum,” said Samson. “Besides,
you’re practically doing it now.”
“Oh!” said Elin, startled to see the hand holding Samson’s
shaft was stroking up and down his black rod. Her other hand was twisting all
around Hercules’ shaft.
“What’s the big deal?” asked Herc. “A handjob aint sex or
nuthin. You aint fucking a couple of niggas just jerking them off.”
“You can’t tell anyone,” she told them, sitting up on her
knees. “No one.”
“Sure babe. Now spit all over that black cock head.” Samson
looked down as Elin held her mouth over his cock and tried to work some saliva
up. She drooled down over the head and started working it along his shaft with
her hand. It was a big penis, so she added some more spit. Plus, the cock was
helping her, sticky fluid shot out of the head each time her hand tugged on the
tip. She sat back on her heels as her hand started gliding easily along the
shaft.
“You’ve done this before,” said Samson.
Elin blushed. “Yes, but it was nothing like this. They were
like those little cocktail wieners. Yours is a lot bigger, like a salami.”
“I think you’re enjoying this Tittsville.”
Elin had been smiling while watching her hand gliding along
the shaft. The sides of her mouth curved downwards. “No,” she replied. “I’m
just curious how much you cum is all.”
“Come on, you like that big black cock in your hands. Bet you
never saw anything like it before.”
In many ways, Tittsville was far more racist then Coxville
and that was because Tittsville did everything possible to keep blacks out of
town. There were no black students attending George G Titts High School. No
black people owned homes in Tittsville. If Elin never left town, she could have
gone her life never seeing any African Americans except for one waitress at the
diner and the two garbage men, but they came through town so early, she’d only
seen them once or twice. Not having any blacks around meant less open racism.
The first time they’d gone shopping in Coxburg and she’d heard her parents
spewing hate about the worthless niggers hanging about had completely shocked
her and it had rubbed off on their daughter.
She’d believed that blacks were inferior in just about all
respects aside from some athletic skills for her entire life until now when she
found herself holding two black cocks bigger and more perfect then any penis
she’d ever seen on a white man. “I do like it,” she admitted.
“Like what?” asked Samson.
“Your cock… your big cock.”
“What kind of cock?”
“I like your big black cock,” said Elin, her arm starting to
tire, but Samson’s cock was starting to expand even bigger.
“You ever seen a black cock blow?” asked Herc.
“No, that’s why I’m doing this, remember?” she sighed in
exasperation.
“I know,” grunted the bigger black man. “I’m just warning you
it can be messy.” He stepped away and moved behind her. “We don’t want to mess
your shirt up.” He grabbed the hem and lifted up over her head before she could
object. He released it and her top hung off her arm as she had refused to stop
jerking Samson off.
“Damn Tittsville!” said Samson, appreciatively staring at her
breasts. They were as large as Jenny Summers only on a taller, more thinly
built, younger woman.
“Thank you,” Elin replied blushing. “Tittsville girls are
hotter than Cox…AAAAH!” Samson’s cock exploded in her face. She inadvertently
pulled his throbbing cock down and received another splatter of his hot cum
across her tits. “Stop! Stop! You’re cumming all over me,” she cried even as
her hand continued jerking his cock.
Herc grabbed the back of her head and pushed her forwards.
The end of his brother’s cock pushed into her open mouth as she continued to
object. “MMMPHHH!” she protested, her mouth filling with his seed. “MMMmmmm!”
her tone changed as she tasted his semen. It was incredibly good. Elin gulped
it down, swallowing almost too much in one swallow. Her mouth filled again as
she sucked on his cock head, still jerking him off into her mouth. Elin
released his shaft and grabbed his ass, pulling him into her mouth as she
sucked the end of his cock. She stared up at him, her eyes thanking him for
allowing her to swallow his seed.
Elin pulled her head back, staring as Samson’s hard cock
appeared. An hour ago, she would have been disgusted with herself for even
touching a black man. Now, she leaned forwards and planted a thank you kiss
right on the end of Samson’s still swollen big black cock. It was throbbing,
like it was breathing, but it was just his pulse making it twitch. After
kissing it, she stared down his shaft watching it deflate quickly. The head no
longer reared up, but bent down which turned to his cock sticking out angled
downwards which turned to hanging between his legs like a spoiled black banana
that reached nearly to his knees. She pushed herself to her feet. “I don’t
suppose you have any tissues?” she asked, his cum sliding down her cheeks,
chin, and breasts, one large thick clump encircling around her nipple until it
engulfed it. “I need to get going.”
“Here,” said Samson, tossing her a roll of paper towels.
Elin had the feeling the roll was here for this exact
purpose. She tore a sheet off and began clearing his liquefying semen off her
chest and breasts. She was startled by hands on her hips. “You can’t leave me
hanging,” said a deep voice in her ear. Hercules bent down and kissed around
the nape of her neck. If felt good, erotic.
“I need to go,” she moaned, his cock head slid up her bare
back leaving a sticky trail. His hands slid over her belly, fingers fumbling
with the buttons on her jeans. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t want to get any jizz on yo pants, girl,” he whispered
in her ear.
“Oh god,” she moaned, pushing her ass back into his crotch,
feeling his thick erection pressing against her back. “The panty stays on,” she
managed to get out. The fire in her pussy was getting worse. Damn Todd for
leaving her hanging earlier. She’d never been this horny.
“Sure babe,” he told her, stretching the tight hem of her
jeans around her hips. His thumbs hooked into her panty and pulled it down her
thighs with her jeans. Herc stooped, kissing down her back and her ass cheeks
as he pulled her jeans and panty down to her ankles. He grabbed her calf and
pulled it up until she stepped out of them. He pulled her sneakers off too for
good measure before standing back up.
Herc stepped around in front of her. Elin stared down at his
cock sticking out between his legs. She appreciated its size and power even
more now, but looking down as he stepped closer, she also noticed her blonde
pubic strip. She kept if trimmed in a thin line from her clit up. “My panty!”
“Got caught in yo pants,” said Hercules, placing his hands on
her shoulders and pushing down.
Elin Linquist fell to her knees again, staring at the
powerful phallus sticking out towards her face. Why couldn’t Todd have been
this perfectly flawless in the cock department? She reached up to grab it, the
muscles in her arm ached. “My arm’s tired,” she apologized.
“Use your mouth then.” He grabbed the back of her head,
pulling her face towards his cock.
“I can’t suck you off,” she muttered, the head getting closer
and closer to her mouth.
“You were sucking my little brother here,” he reminded her.
“Besides, a blow job ain’t sex. It’s not like we’re fucking. The big brother
should get his too.”
Elin gulped. She’d taken Samson in her mouth only to stop the
never-ending splattering of semen all over her face and breasts. She could
still taste him in her mouth. Her tongue flickered out to wet her lips at
Hercules’ cock. She knew his cum would taste every bit as good as his brothers
had and she wanted more. “Okay,” she whispered.
“Okay what?” he asked, louder.
“Okay, I’ll suck your black cock.” Elin opened her mouth and
placed it on the tip. She stretched her jaw wide and started sucking around
half his glans, bobbing her head until the ridge slid past her lips. She wanted
to gag, but suppressed it, focusing on breathing through her nose as it pushed
down her throat. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, getting into it. Elin breathed in through
her nose, smelling the sweaty musk coming from his crotch. His stink wasn’t
nasty at all, but masculine and virile, what a real man smelled like. Her nose
wanted more, getting closer to his black mesh of pubic hairs with every bob of
her head.
“You’re doing good,” said Samson. “I guess that’s why you’re
the HEAD cheerleader.” She glanced over at him. He was squatting beside her
watching her suck his brother off. His hand came out to pat one ass cheek
congratulating her. It stayed there when he quit patting.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned again. Elin pulled back letting his cock
exit her mouth. She took a deep breath of air noticing that a full half his
giant cock was wet from her saliva. She licked around the head even lifting him
up so that she could lick under his shaft down to his balls. She’d never
suckled on a man’s balls before, but she did it for Hercules, licking and
sucking on them. She didn’t care that they were hairy, she only cared that her
nose could inhale more of his virile man musk. It made her want to suck him
again and she took the head back in her mouth craving his seed.
Elin quickly swallowed it up to the halfway point again. She
didn’t care that Samson was feeling all over her bare ass or that his fingers
were between the cracks of her cheeks. She jumped a little in surprise when his
big index finger found her anus and pushed against it several times. She was
about to object, but the finger slid down, finding the folds of her soaking wet
pussy. She was so hot down there, if there’d been steam coming out, it wouldn’t
have surprised her. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, pushing back into his probing finger.
Hercules placed his hand on her forehead and held her head
still as he pulled his cock out. She stared at the twelve-inch monster as it
bobbed in front of her eyes. A good two thirds of his shaft were wet now.
Hercules let go of her head, but stepped back when her mouth went for his cock.
Instead, he kneeled at the head of the Hello Kitty sleeping bag and sat back so
that his cock was thrust upwards. Elin dutifully fell on all four and crawled
forwards so that she could suck it again. She licked the crown and was about to
swallow him back in when Samson shoved two fingers deep into her. “AAAHHH!” she
squealed almost cumming. His fingers were big, combined as big or bigger than
her white lover’s penises had been. “OH GAWD!” she moaned just as Herc bucked
his hips, pushing the head of his cock into her mouth. She slurped around the
head while Samson finger fucked her, but it wasn’t satisfying her need to
orgasm. He temporarily pulled his fingers out as he adjusted position behind
her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, kissing around the head of
Hercules’ cock.
Elin felt pressure return to the folds of her pussy again.
She began to open for him, wider than she had the last time. She wondered how
many fingers he was pushing in this time. She wondered how he was pushing
fingers inside her when both his hands were on her hips even as her pussy
opened up and swallowed his huge cock head. He quickly started working it in
and out, pushing deeper. “No,” she told him. “We can’t fuck. I can’t fuck…
you,” she finished, but she was thinking that she couldn’t fuck a nigger. She
couldn’t fuck a nigger, but his big nigger cock felt really good in her pussy.
Elin gasped as he pushed in deeper than any white boy had ever gone. “No,” she
whispered in denial even as Hercules’ black cock was pushing against her lips
to get her to start sucking again.
“Want me to stop?” asked Samson, pulling it halfway out and
pushing it in deeper. Elin didn’t answer. She just moaned as he worked it
around inside her, flexing his shaft so that she could feel his size and power.
“Want me to stop?” he asked again. His cock head stopped, pressing against her
cervix. The point where white girls got their pussies resized for good. Still,
she didn’t answer. Samson slowly began withdrawing his cock, her pussy
squeezing and fighting him every inch of the way. “Want me to take it out?” he
asked, just as the crown of his wide cock head appeared hugged by her labia.
“No,” she moaned, planting a kiss on Hercules cock.
“What? I can’t hear you?”
“No,” she whimpered. She was pushing back on her knees,
fucking just his cock head with her pussy. “I don’t want you to take it out.”
“What do you want?” He pulled his cock all the way out, Elin
squealing in desperation for him to put it back in.
“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me,” she begged. He placed the
head against her pussy and pushed in again. She sighed in relief when he
penetrated her. “But?”
Samson yanked his cock back out. “But what?” he growled.
“Condom,” she whimpered. “You need to wear a condom.”
Samson looked down at his throbbing black cock glistening
with her pussy fluids. It jerked, a small jet of pre-seminal fluids shooting
over her pussy lips. “Already got one on,” he lied, shoving his cock forwards
again. Samson hoped to god he’d get a big NFL contract to pay for all the
little black babies he wanted to plant in these white girls. His cock head
rested on her cervix again. He pressed down and pushed as his cock began the
work of resizing her white pussy to service the black man.
“YES! Elin screamed as she took his cock balls deep and she
finally had the orgasm she’d been craving since the mist came up. Fuck that,
she’d been craving this her whole life. A twelve-inch big nigger cock was the
perfect fit for her pussy. The only way she knew to thank him was to give his
brother the best blow job of his life. She returned her mouth to Hercules’
patiently waiting cock and attacked it. She sucked the first third while
jerking the rest of his shaft off as hard as she could with her hands.
Elin’s vocal cords vibrated around Hercules’c cock head as
his brother’s thrusting cock made her cum again and again. Why wasn’t this
acceptable? Black men weren’t inferior at all. More women should be doing this.
All the women of Tittsville needed to experience the superiority of black cock
and Elin Lindquist vowed to make sure they would.
Elin planned to start with her best friend before introducing
the other cheerleaders to black cock. Elin fought not to gag. Her mom too. She
loved her dad and her parents had a strong marriage, but her mom deserved true
sexual satisfaction as much as any woman. She started to choke, and she came to
her senses. Hercules’ cock head was swelling around her tonsils to the point it
was starting to get stuck. She pulled back in fear just as it bucked, her mouth
filling with the delicious warmth of black seed once again. She swallowed,
gulping it down not wanting to spill a drop. The first few wads were tough,
filling her mouth almost faster than she could swallow but she managed to suck
him dry without one drop dribbling down her chin. She sucked him until the
swelling went down when she paused, squeezing his shaft as tight as she could,
pulling towards the tip and her mouth so that the last little pearl of semen
filled her mouth.
Herc groaned as he fell back on his feet and his cock flopped
out, already spent, and falling down, the head resting on the white face of a
Hello Kitty. “I need to piss,” he groaned. The powerful black man seemed spent
as he struggled to stand. Naked, he stomped off into the woods.
“Keep fucking me,” she begged, lowering her head so that her
ass was thrust up.
“Not about to stop now, grunted Samson.
Elin came to a sudden decision. “Wait! Pull it out for a
second.”
Samson wasn’t about to stop fucking her, but his curiosity
got to him. Plus, he was getting close and wasn’t quite ready to cum so giving
his cock a breather wasn’t a bad idea. He pushed his hand against her ass and
slowly pulled his wet steel hard cock out of her.
“I want…” Elin hesitated for just a second. “Take the condom
off.”
Samson looked down at his swollen cock. “You sure?”
“My first real fucking should be bareback.”
“Sure, Tittsville,” he said. “It’s off. Gonna give you what
you want. Better hope this nigga doesn’t knock you up.”
“Just this once. I need to feel it. Next time, you can wear a
rubber.” Elin moaned as he pierced her yet again. “Yes! YES! I can feel the
difference. You feel so good inside me Samson. Gonna cum on your bare cock.
Gonna CUM… CCUUMMMMINGGG!!!”
A scream pierced the forest around them. Samson looked up
from the girl cumming all over his black cock. There was a crashing in the
woods. Kitty charged out of the brush like a maniac. Elin was still cumming as
she looked up in fear at the angry cheerleader. Kitty’s DD’s were bouncing
freely beneath the tight purple top. “BBIITTCCHH!!” she growled. Her boots
brought her closer. Elin looked up in horror as the furious blonde girl leaped
up into the air less like a kitty and more like a tiger, fingers outstretched
like claws to rip into the blonde slut fucking her boyfriend. Elin felt a calm
come over her. She understood now. She understood her rival cheerleader’s
jealousy. She’d react the same way if Samson were her boyfriend. She braced
herself for the impact just as everything went into slow motion like the
instant replay at a football game.
One moment Kitty Summers was flying through the air, the next
a huge dark figure was running up behind her. Like the great football player
that he was, Hercules West grabbed the girl’s waist and tucked her under his
arm as easily as he’d caught many a pass on the field back when he played for
the Coxville Cocks.
Elin’s pussy finally quit contracting around Samson’s buried
cock. She laid there panting watching her angry rival. Kitty Summers was still
struggling, but Hercules had a strong hand on her bare stomach. She was
starting to calm down. He was whispering something in her ear. Her body
relaxed, but she was still staring daggers at Elin. Samson apparently realizing
he was not going to fend off his girlfriend, started working his cock in and
out again.
Kitty’s stance was calm, but her face still looked like she
could erupt at any moment. Hercules was still whispering in her ear, but soon
moved his mouth down to her neck kissing her nape. Her anger faltered a little.
His hand slid up her belly and pulled at the tie under her bosom. The second it
came undone, the shirt loosened up around her tits and his hand slid up. Elin
could see him working on her nipple under the shirt. Kitty’s free nipple was
hardening up, poking at the top. A second later, Kitty’s hate-filled face was
replaced by one of horny lust. She turned her head and kissed her boyfriend’s
lover as he brought both hands up to play with her tits.
What a slut, thought Elin as she watched the Coxville head
cheerleader about to cheat on her boyfriend.
Herc released her breasts and pulled the loose top up over
Kitty’s head, quickly returning to kissing her. Elin had to admit, the girl had
lovely breasts. The full DDs were much better proportioned for Kitty’s teenage
body, then Elin’s larger GGs. Hercules West appreciated them too, his hands
quickly returned to her bosom. Kitty’s swollen nipples ballooned out between
his fingers as he squeezed them.
He released her breasts, his hands slid down to her jean
shorts and unbuttoned them. Kitty wasn’t stopping him either. Elin’s impression
of Hercules as a skilled seducer was shattered when the black man couldn’t pull
Kitty’s shorts down over her hips. Kitty reached down and grabbed his wrists,
pulling his hands up to her waist and leaving them there. She grabbed the hem
of her tight shorts and wiggled her hips as she worked them down. The jean
shorts were so close-fitting that it took the blonde more than a minute to get
them down her thighs. Herc took back over and pulled them down her legs, lifting
her cowgirl booted feet out of them. Kitty was wearing the sluttiest sheer blue
panty Elin had ever seen. Herc planted a kiss on her bare ass before standing
back up. This time he was hunched over and Elin watched his big beautiful black
cock rising between her thighs. They were kissing again with Kitty reaching
down between her legs to fondle the huge knob on the end.
She pulled away and turned revealing to Elin that the skimpy
panty was indeed a thong. Kitty bent and slid it down her legs and stepped out
of it. She was now nude, but for heart earrings, bracelets, a gold heart
pendant, and her calf high cowgirl boots. She stepped into Hercules’ open arms
and the two embraced, the blonde standing on tip toes to kiss the black giant
while his hands came down to squeeze her ass cheeks. Elin had never seen a more
beautiful sight in her life than the nude muscular black man pressed against
the nude white woman. The sight made her even more determined to see all her
friends in Tittsville with black men. The thought had her creaming all over
Samson’s constantly thrusting cock. She closed her eyes and let the orgasm wash
over her.
Elin opened her eyes, but felt empty inside. Samson’s
foot-long shaft was resting on the crack of her ass. He was breathing heavily
through his nose. He’d been close again, but was exercising some self-control
so that he could keep fucking her. Kitty and Hercules were gone. There was a
thud beside her that startled her. She looked over to see Kitty on all fours,
her head inches away. Hercules was rearing up over her rear beside his brother.
“Race ya bro,” grunted Herc.
“UNH!” grunted Kitty as Hercules cock pushed inside her.
“Not fair, asshole,” complained Samson. “I been fucking this
slut hard for fifteen minutes now.”
“I’m not a slut,” said Elin correcting him. “Now hurry up and
put that big cock back in.”
Kitty glared at her again, but Elin didn’t care, twelve
inches of black cock was deep fucking her almost immediately. Kitty’s angry
eyes rolled up as she came all over Herc’s big cock soon followed by another
orgasm from Elin. “Take the reins, bro,” laughed Herc, reaching out to grab a
handful of Kitty’s long blonde hair. He split it into two, one strand in each
hand and started fucking her hard, holding Kitty’s head up. FWAP! FWAP FWAP!
The rhythmic sound of his cock slamming into Kitty. Both her and Herc’s body
glistened in the moonlight, from the mist, or sweat, Elin wasn’t sure, but they
looked sexy as fuck. Elin’s own head was pulled back as Samson grabbed her hair
like reins. FWAP! FWAP! FWAP! Came from her own pussy.
“Ima gonna turn my filly left, bro,” grunted Herc.
“Ima turn mine right,” added Samson.
Elin winced as Samson pulled back on the hair in his right
hand. Her head turned towards Kitty. Her rival looked drunk on the cock fucking
her, but her eyes still managed to turn hateful for a moment. Kitty’s head was
being pulled to the left too. Before Elin knew it, their noses smashed
together. Both women turned their heads away from the pain in their noses. Elin
found her lips pressing against Kitty’s. She tried to keep her mouth closed,
but a strong orgasm had her mouth open in a loud moan. Kitty was crying out
too. Their tongues met half way and before they knew it, both head cheerleaders
were kissing passionately while foot long black cocks constantly pummeled their
pussies.
Elin broke their kiss, eyes crossing as she came hard over
Samson’s cock. She shuddered. “Fucking love this cock,” she muttered, gasping.
“My pussy is yours whenever you want it.”
“That’s my boyfriend, bitch,” grunted Kitty, letting out a
squeal as Samson made her cum.
“And that’s my brother, whore,” said Samson to Kitty. “Unh
shit! Ima gonna bust a nut.”
“Fill me up, stud,” growled Elin, looking hatefully at Kitty.
“Mark your new girlfriend with your seed.”
The Tittsville cheerleader suddenly came to her senses. She
was right between cycles and probably her most fertile. “NO! Wait!” The first
jet of his hot seed filled her womb, triggering her biggest orgasm yet. His
cock was bucking, splattering more cum inside her even as her contractions were
milking his cock for every drop of his seed.
Samson helped too. When his cock quit jerking, he slowly
pulled it out, grabbing his sticky shaft and stroking forwards as he pulled
out, giving her every last drop. He sighed and sat back on his legs, panting
for breath. Elin slowly pushed herself up and stumbled as if drunk over towards
some bushes before squatting to pee. She managed to push most of his sperm out,
but untold ounces were still trapped in her womb.
When she returned, Samson was laying on his back on the
sleeping bag. Hercules’ huge cock was rearing up above Kitty’s ass shooting a
long stream of cum over her back. It shot another wad that formed a pool in the
small of her back. His cock quickly lost its steel turning limp. He grabbed the
base and smacked it against her ass several times, the head dribbling more
semen onto her butt cheeks.
Herc rose up and didn’t go far. He just turned his back and
started peeing away from the fire. Kitty shakily stood and headed towards the
bushes near where Elin had just vacated. Kitty was waddling, sperm leaking out
between her thighs. Elin walked back to Samson. His musculature glistened in
the light from the flickering fire pit. The mist was still present, but it was
dissipating. His black body was magnificent.
The sight of his half hard cock made her pussy tremble with need.
Samson gave a little jerk when he felt someone nuzzling
against his cock. Elin looked up at him as he raised his head to look down at
her. She kept her eyes on him as she licked up his shaft to the head. “I want
you again,” she told him, taking his cock in her mouth. It quickly started
swelling.
Kitty came back and saw what they were doing just as Herc
returned from the bushes. She fell to her knees on the sleeping bag and bent
her neck to suck the tip of the older West brother’s dangling cock. Soon, Kitty
wasn’t’ bending her neck, she was slurping on his cock as it stuck straight
out.
“I need you to cum in me again,” begged Elin straddling
Samson.
“No bitch,” growled Kitty. She leaned over and pushed hard,
knocking Elin off her boyfriend. She left Hercules with a shiny cock bobbing up
and down. Kitty quickly straddled Samson’s thighs. She pushed her pussy down
hard into the base of his shaft, sliding up towards the head.
Elin, her ass and knees now dirty with sand and leaves looked
like she was about to leap on Kitty just as Kitty’s pussy sucked the end of
Samson’s cock into it. Hercules grabbed her wrists before she could strangle
Kitty. “Why you fightin over my bro when you got somethin even better here?” He
placed her hand on his cock. She grabbed it and absentmindedly started jerking
it off while staring daggers at Kitty. He walked back to the sleeping back and
knelt before lying beside his brother.
Elin straddled him, but was still staring at Samson. “I’m
better than that bitch,” she told Samson even as her pussy lips engulfed
Hercules’ cock head.
Kitty snorted. “Better at losing maybe. Just like the Titans
lost tonight to my man here.”
“You wanna bet… Oooo, that’s nice,” she moaned, sliding down
Hercules cock.
“Yeah slut, want to see who can get their man off first? If I
win, you leave Coxville and never come back.”
“And if I win, I get Samson and you go back to white boys.”
Kitty gasped. “Fine,” she said, lying through her teeth. “You
just fucked up big time, slut. I told Samson the first time we fucked that I
could ride better than any girl in school, didn’t I, babe?”
“You sure did, Kitty, Samson replied.
Elin snorted. “I can ride better than any girl in Tittsville,
bitch. Just say when.”
Both women were fully impaled by the West brothers’ foot long
black cocks. Both tried to sit still, fighting off little tremors as well as
their need to feel those same cocks thrusting inside them. “Ready,” said Kitty,
watching as Elin leaned forwards and placed her hands on Hercules’ chest. Elin
ran her palms over his muscles, staring in fascination at his great physique
and the sexy contrast between their skin colors. “Get set,” said Kitty, also
bracing herself. “GO!”
Elin started bouncing. She glanced over at Kitty. Her rival
was like a whirlwind, tits bouncing as Kitty rode Samson for all she was worth.
The little bitch was good at this. “OH GOD,” she cried as she came all over
Hercules’ cock. She kept going. Her breasts were too big. They were weighing
her down, slowing her ability to fuck the huge nigger cock. Kitty was moaning
too, thrashing around from an orgasm for the first or second time. Paroxysms of
pleasure permeated her body centered on her nipples. “NO!” she moaned, looking
down at her nipples, now pinched between Hercules fingers. It felt great, but
was too distracting. Her orgasm slowed her down. Kitty could cum and keep
going.
“Come on, work dat white pussy,” encouraged Hercules.
“Squeeze yo puss like a vice, gurl.”
“I can’t,” she whimpered. “Your too good. Too big. I.. love..
your.. black.. cock..” Elin stopped, staring down at Hercules, wasting valuable
time as she bent down to kiss him. She continued kissing him while working her
pussy over his shaft, slowly at first, picking up speed until she broke the
kiss to sit up again, using all her energy in trying to make him cum, but it
was too late.
“CUMMING!”
Elin looked over in dismay as Samson thrust his hips up off the
sleeping bag, nearly throwing Kitty off him. “YES!” cried Kitty. “SEED ME,
BABY!” The couple settled down, with Kitty slowly working his cock, milking it
for every last drop of his cum.
“No,” sobbed Elin, still trying to ride Hercules.
“You doin great, bitch,” Hercules encouraged her again. “This
just proves I got more stamina than my little brother. Keep going. You need to
finish the race.”
“Need to finish,” she repeated.
“You lose Tittsville,” said Kitty, triumphantly.
“Why don’t you show her your trophy, baby,” said Samson.
Kitty smiled. Elin was slowly riding Hercules now, only able
to move up and down a few inches of his shaft. She was in a constant state of
euphoria now despite losing. Kitty was standing now. She stepped between the
two brothers, turning around so that Elin was staring at her ass. Elin felt
pressure growing in her womb as her eyes traveled down the crack of Kitty’s ass
to the little V between her thighs and the tuft of blonde hair at the apex. A
trickle of seed was dribbling out of the end of the blonde hair.
Kitty bent down, spreading her legs, giving Elin a better
view of what a black fucked pussy looked like. The answer was: Beautiful! Open,
the trickle of sperm turned to a stream. Kitty’s pussy lips were still spread
open, the sperm welling up from the center hole. Her eyes followed Kitty down
as her rival got on all fours, then rested her head on her arms, ass thrust up
under Elin’s gaze just as Hercules sucked one of Elin’s nipples into his mouth,
his own cock exploding inside her womb.
The Damn broke.
Elin screamed, her eyes rolling up in her head as she began
to pass out from the pleasure. The last thing that went through her mind was
relief when she saw that her head was going to hit the soft cushion of Kitty’s
ass and not the heel of one of Kitty’s cowgirl boots.
Elin heard voices as she began to come back to reality a
moment later. “I passed out the first time I rode Samson too,” said Kitty’s
voice. “Whoa! I think she’s sniffing my ass!”
Elin’s nose was by Kitty’s anus, but she wasn’t sniffing her
ass. The smell of nigger sperm filled her nostrils, delicious nigger sperm. She
pressed her lips against it, feeling the warm flow of the black man’s seed
running over her lips, coating her chin. She nuzzled and kissed the warm folds,
tongue flickering out to lap the sperm up.
“Whoa!” said Kitty again, this time with more surprise.
“Is she going down on you?” asked Hercules, trying to see.
“Yeah she is,” said Kitty, her ass starting to hump up into
Elin’s tongue.
“She trying to steal your trophy,” said Samson with a laugh.
“She’s… UH… doing a good job of it,” said Kitty.
Elin was only semi aware of what she was doing, but she was
loving the constant flow of hot sperm down her throat. Her tongue probed
deeper. There was a loud gasp and a large wave of semen filled her mouth.
Finally, satisfied, she kissed the vertical hairy lips, opening her eyes to see
Kitty crawling away from her. She looked around in a daze, her lower face
covered in cum, her pussy still impaled on Hercules’ cock, though it had gone
limp.
Kitty stood and grabbed her clothes. “I’m going to go check
on a few things. Meet me at the car in a few,” she told Samson. She looked down
at a still dazed and confused Elin. “You stay out of Coxville.”
Kitty walked off.
**********
Kitty almost immediately bumped into Todd. He was as pale as
a ghost and looked sick. “Todd!,” she said, surprised. She was still nude, but
for the boots, but she didn’t really care anymore. He’d seen her nude before
anyway. “What are you… Are you spying on us?”
“Uh, no,” gasped Todd. He looked like he was in shock. His
eyes were staring off into the fire. “I was looking for Elin.”
“You brought that bitch here?”
“She wanted to be my girlfriend.” His gaze left the fire
where Elin was still sitting on Hercules and Samson was laying on his back next
to them. Todd’s eyes came back to life with a flare of anger. “But she’s just
another nigger lover.”
SLAP!
Todd looked stunned, grabbing his cheek as Kitty pulled her
hand back. “Watch your mouth white boy unless you want to get your ass beat on
a daily basis.” Kitty slowly grinned evilly. He jumped when her hand grabbed
his crotch. “I think some part of you liked what you saw,” she said, feeling
his erection.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. She snorted. He knew she
wouldn’t believe him, but his erection had come back while walking through the
mist. He wanted to find Elin to try fucking again, but then he saw Elin and
Kitty riding the West brothers. Kitty was fumbling with his zipper. “Kitty?” he
asked, confused.
“I just want to see if it’s really as small as I remember.”
“Kitty?” he asked again. Her hand was undoing the buttons on
his pants. He wasn’t even attracted to her anymore. Seeing her with Samson had
disgusted him, but his penis was aching for attention. She pulled his underwear
down and his hard penis sprang out. Kitty stifled a laugh.
“There’s the little guy. I think it actually got smaller.”
Todd trembled. Her was starting to hate her now, but he still
yearned for her touch. “Suck it,” he pleaded. “Please.”
Her hand came out towards it. “You want me to suck it? For
old time’s sake?” Her finger touched the small grape sized head. His penis
jerked, spewing out a long strand of cum, more than he normally came. Kitty
laughed in surprise and was still laughing as she strolled off.
Todd looked down as his little penis, still bobbing up and
down, squirting his semen onto the ground.
**********
Elin felt some of her strength coming back. She ground her
pussy into Hercules’ cock. Limp and spent, it still felt good inside her. To
her delight, it began to swell, filling her up as it inflated inside her. She
laid down on him so that she could slide her body along his. Her legs, fit and
firm from cheerleading, had little strength left in them to ride him hard.
She leaned down to kiss him, but the black man turned his
lips away. Her feelings were hurt for a moment before she remembered that her mouth
and chin was coated with his brother’s sperm. Hercules pushed her torso up and
started sucking on her long nipples. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks, but his
hands were on her arms holding her up?
Elin glanced over her shoulder. Samson slapped his cock down on
her ass cheeks several times. It was floppy at first, but by the third time it
was a steel hard rod. “Don’t worry, she’s not coming back,” said Samson,
glancing off into the woods like he was the one worried. His hand coated his
shaft with lubrication.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” said Samson while Hercules pulled her all the
way down on his cock and held her still.
Samson West’s cock rested between her ass cheeks. He slid it
down until the head was centered over her anus. Elin jumped when she felt the
pressure pushing down against her ass. She started to struggle, but Hercules
held her still. The pressure grew, her sphincter slowly opening for the hard
golf ball sized cock head. “NO! Not there,” she gasped, her ass was starting to
stretch to the point it hurt. “You’re too big!” Fuck, Todd White was too big.
This was an unnatural act of sodomy.
“Damn, tighter then Kitty,” grunted Samson, giving one hard
push. His cock head got swallowed up by her constrictive anus.
Elin squealed. Her face was red, scrunched up, eyes shut.
Tears rolled down her cheeks from the pain. She was grateful for whatever lube
he’d used as that was allowing him to slide the tip in and out easily. The pain
grew as the thick part under the head entered her. She feared her sphincter
might tear. Spasms of pleasure radiated out from her nipples. Herc was
contentedly sucking one while kneading her other breast, pinching the nipple occasionally.
His other hand still gripped her arm, but the grip was relaxing. Elin whimpered
from the pain as Samson’s cock pushed deeper into her ass. Hercules flexed his
cock, sending more ripples of pleasure through her body. The pleasure grew as
he started bucking his hips to work his cock inside her. Elin moaned, pushing
her rear back into Samson’s cock. The pain was gone. It felt weird now, but
good. “So full,” she groaned. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass.”
It started out awkward at first. The black men were trying to
get themselves off. Elin was too weak to fuck them back. Finally, the new
quarterback showed his leadership skills and took over. He lifted Elin up so
that she was on all fours over Hercules. She didn’t have to do anything but
hold still. Hercules bucked his hips, thrusting his cock up and into her while
Samson pushed his deep in her ass as Hercules was pulling out of her pussy. The
team work and the constant pistoning of two foot-long black cocks paid off quickly.
Elin creamed hard over Hercules’ cock. Her pussy muscles clamped down tightly
over his shaft almost throwing off the West brother’s rhythm.
Elin was grunting and snorting. She came several more times.
The boys were making noises too, speeding up as they began to fuck her harder. Hercules
pushed up and held his cock still. Jets of sperm struck her womb. Elin squealed
as her own orgasm exploded from her, but then Samson’s cock pushed deep in her
ass. His first jet of cum filling her bowels. Her squeal turned to a shriek
that echoed all the way down to the lake mingling with other screams of
pleasure echoing off the lake that night.
Samson pulled out and squeezed some more sperm from his shaft
onto her lower back and ass cheeks. He watched as his sperm began welling up
out of her open anus to run down her crack. It flowed over pussy and the base
of Hercules’ cock. The dark vein was still pulsing as Hercules was still
cumming inside her. Samson pushed off her and stood.
Hercules rolled Elin over and sat up slowly removing his
cock. It sprang up from her pussy shooting a long strand of semen from the
bottoms of her breasts, down her belly, to end in her pubic strip. He stood,
squeezing the sperm out of his shaft and letting it splatter down on her torso.
Elin’s ass and pussy felt squishy they were so filled with cum.
Their seed poured from both holes. She struggled to stand, two streams of white
sperm joining tighter to form a waterfall between her legs. Their mingled sperm
fell to soak the Hello Kitty sleeping bag. Elin spread her legs wider, squeezing
her muscles to force as much cum out as possible to cover Kitty Summers’
sleeping bag.
“Shit, I better meet Kitty,” said Samson.
Elin looked up at the two black men. They were standing nude
on the other side of the fire pit. The fire flickered off their wet muscular
torsos and giant dangling cocks. They looked like black demons at that moment. “I
need to get going too,” she told them. She had a midnight curfew and Tittsville
was over an hour away, maybe more if this mist was thick the whole trip. “I don’t
suppose I could get a lift?”
“Yeah, I’ll take ya,” said Hercules.
“Thanks,” she replied gratefully. She’d been a little worried
that they might leave her stranded or she’d have to go back and tell Todd she
got lost.
Samson disappeared back towards the bonfire and the parking
lot. Hercules got dressed and waited for her to clean off and dress. “You’re
damn sexy, gurl,” he told her appreciatively.
“Thanks,” she said again, this time blushing. He surprised
her by taking her hand as they walked back towards the bonfire. The Coxville
High seniors had all seen her arrive with Todd White and they were about to see
her leave with Hercules West.
“We gonna fuck again, gurl?”
“You know it,” she replied squeezing his hand, happily. She’d
come to Coxville hoping to find a boyfriend and perhaps she had. Her friends were
expecting the handsome Todd White though not some brutish looking nigger. She’d
need to introduce to each of them exactly what her new boyfriend had to offer.
Elin Linquist smiled and squeezed Hercules’ hand again as
they left to take her home.
**********