Afrikanos Kappa Gamma 
An E&I University story 
Copyright 2004 by Aurachaotic

Stormbringer’s Note: This story was the most popular piece of
fan fiction set in the E&I Universe. It was originally released
in 4 parts. I combined them into one to go with my new story
format.

October 2001


Kendall Lewison was one seriously hot bitch.  Literally -
incredibly hot, and very much a bitch.  The most feared queen bee
of the most highly prestigious and selective sorority at Long
Island University, Kendall was famous for her super-model looks,
notorious for her superheated temper.

"Roll call!" she yelled at her latest batch of victims (read
"pledges"). The freshmen girls snapped to attention.  Lining up
on the sidewalk in front of the Kappa Gamma sorority house, they
tried their best to smile and look pretty.

"Too fat," thought Kendall as she surveyed the line, "Too thin...
 too much makeup...  not enough makeup..."

This year's batch was even lamer than last semester.  There were
maybe three girls who met her high standards this time around,
and still only maybe...

"Nikki Haber.  Kappa Gamma rules!" Nikki was a little on the
short side, but it was difficult to ignore her trim body.  Tight
abs, firm ass and pretty big breasts.  Nikki had a perfect tan,
an outgoing attitude and golden hair framing her soft smiling
face.  She could maybe be Kappa Gamma material.

"Stacy Becker.  Kappa Gamma rules!" Stacy sounded off less
enthusiastically than her friend Nikki, but was every bit as
attractive. Long brown hair, combed straight past her shoulders,
and sharper features, deep brown eyes.  Stacy was the only
daughter of one of the wealthiest men in New York, and might have
been dressed more expensively than Kendall. Somewhat jealously,
Kendall assumed Stacy's father had likely paid for a boob job as
well.

"Faith Jones.  Kappa Gamma rules."

"I can't hear you!" yelled Kendall at the shy and sheepish Faith.

"Kappa Gamma rules!" tried Faith, still much softer than any
other girl in line.  Ridiculous, thought Kendall, Faith needed a
serious attitude adjustment, and some better fashion sense.  It
was possible the leggy blonde was the hottest pledge in years
(after Kendall herself, of course), but she was always wearing
those worn out jeans and big ugly sweaters, as if she was ashamed
of her hourglass figure and swelling breasts.

She might do well in Kappa Gamma though.  Perhaps Kendall would
take Faith under her wing, putty to be fashioned into the
ultimate sorority cock tease.  Kendall did love taking control of
things.

 "Alright you sorry whores!  Pack it up and don't forget your
alphabets!" the girls scattered and Kendall couldn't help a
small, malicious grin. Despite that this year had been going
badly for a start, there were at least some things still running
smoothly.

In truth, Kendall's current state of frustration was actually
helping her drill sergeant act, though it was doing murder on her
academics.  A small, clearly paranoid part of her brain kept
telling her it was the new dean's fault, and maybe all the black
guys on campus these days. But no matter how much Daddy had
bitched about a black dean taking over his daughter's university,
she couldn't really believe Dr.  Mfune was actually responsible
for her constant state of horniness or her boyfriend Joe's
impotence.  That would just be ridiculous.

 ****************

 "And all the dorms' water lines are tapped with Xcite?" Jubal
Mfune surveyed the main quad of LIU from his wide office window
while Desiah, his assistant, nodded.

 "Plus every frat house and sorority, the white ones anyway.
Bottled waters in the food courts are coming straight from our
plant in Stony Harbor, and we've given out coded instructions to
our enhanced students as to exactly which fountains and coolers
to avoid."

 "Excellent." Chimed Jubal, to himself as much as anyone.  He
grinned as his sharp eyes picked out one particular white girl,
looking a little flushed as she trudged across the quad.

*****************

Kendall was definitely Kappa Gamma material.  Brown hair to her
shoulders, coifed and highlighted just the right way to bring out
her creamy complexion and ruby red lips.  She wore tight DKNY
jeans that accentuated her perfect ass.  And a silky white blouse
from Dolce & Gabbana, jiggling full of her big natural breasts.

 Just like her mom had before her, Kendall had always known
growing up that she would attend LIU, the school where her
parents met.  But speaking of meeting, where the hell was Joe? 
She had told him to meet her on the quad at three o'clock sharp.
"That sorry son of a bitch," she thought.

 Hearing a low whistle behind her, Kendall glanced back at a
group of black boys, lounging on the park benches, leering at her
body. She gave them a look of pure reproach before turning her
nose up.  God there were a lot of them around this year!  They
had even built an entirely new dorm just for black kids.  She had
heard of affirmative action but this was ridiculous.  Kendall
didn't think many of them were really smart enough to be at LIU.
She didn't consider herself racist, but they never had any
answers in class, and she could've sworn the first week out she
had spotted a prison tattoo on one boy's bicep.  It had been
faded, though. And she hadn't seen any similar tattoos since.  It
was still very weird.

 "They can look all they want," she thought to herself as she
started away.  "That's all any black man will ever do to Kendall
Lewison." It was almost a thought of reassurance though, as she
fought the urge to glance back and see if they were as muscular
as every other black man on campus. Kendall had a thing for
muscles.  Joe was on the lacrosse team and she had always liked
his stocky shoulders and thick arms.  But the ebony musculature
around school lately was like nothing she had encountered before.
 The black boys had muscles on muscles.  Like professional body
builders.  She felt a twinge in her horny pussy and shook her
head to clear the images of black deltoids and pecs.

 "Joe..." she muttered angrily and flipped open her cell phone.

  "Uh, hello?"

 "Where the hell are you!" she yelled in her bitchiest tone of
voice.

 "Aw shit Kendall, I'm sorry!  Coach made us practice extra, I'm
not ready yet." Kendall sighed.  She had been hoping to go out
and have some fun tonight, but Joe would be sweaty and
unpresentable for the next two hours.  And if precedent held up,
a total wick prick in the sack.

"Forget it." she said, "I still have pledge planning to do
anyway."

 "I thought you were almost done."

"I was until my stripper cancelled.  Do you forget everything I
say?" Every semester the new Kappa Gamma pledges were inducted
with a major girls-only party.  Cocktails, hors d'ouvres and a
well-hung male dancer.

 "Could one of my brothers fill in?" Joe was a member of the
cousin fraternity to Kappa Gamma.  Kendall scoffed.

 "Not unless you know for sure one of them has a big dick."

 "Maybe I could do it." guffawed her dumbass boyfriend.  Joe
actually did have a big penis, seven and a half inches long,
pretty thick too, but every girl in the Greek world knew that was
strictly Kendall's property. Secretly, she enjoyed that her
boyfriend had a big dick, that she had that fat thing on a leash.
 She enjoyed the size of it like she did big muscles. Or least
she used to - before this semester.

 "Shut up Joe." Just thinking about it made her angry.  The exact
time Joe had learned some self-control (too much), Kendall had
become hornier than she could ever remember.  Usually it was his
dumb dick that always wanted to fuck.  Now he wasn't even up to
bat.

 "Maybe you could ask one of the black guys around campus." Joe
chuckled again.

 "Didn't I just say shut up?!"

"Hey, I'm only kidding!  Besides that's all a myth anyway. Listen
babe I gotta change my ice.  Love you."

 "Whatever." She hung up abruptly, turned on her heel and ran
directly into wall of black muscle.

Kendall went sprawling.  As usual, her mouth was ahead of her
brain. "Goddammit you stupid ni-" she barely caught herself as
she looked up into a brutish black face.

 "I'm sorry.  I didn't expect you to turn so fast." The black man
offered her a huge hand, grabbing her books up in one smooth
motion. "I'm Derek."

Derek knew exactly what she had been about to say.  But his
enhanced ears had also picked up every word of her phone
conversation and he saw in the beautiful brunette an opportunity
too good to pass up.

"Thanks." She said shortly, dusting herself off.

 "No problem.  Are you alright?"

 "Nothing you can help with." she said.  Kendall took her books
from the black boy, unable to keep her eyes from lingering along
the muscles bulging in his arm.

"Actually," said Derek, startling her from her eye candy, "I was
wondering if I couldn't help.  I thought I heard you say you
needed a dancer."

"What?" said Kendall.  She could've sworn no one was in earshot
of her phone conversation.

 "It's just I actually worked one summer as an erotic dancer.
Place called the Zebra Club, you ever hear of it?" Kendall shook
her head, brow furrowing at this black boy who had knocked her
over.  "Well, I could help you out for cheap if you want."

"Uh...  no, I don't think so..." Kendall couldn't help herself as
her eyes flickered down to his crotch.  There was a sizable bulge
there.

"What, is it 'cause I'm black?"

She was again jump started from her staring.  She backpedaled
quickly. "No, it's just....  you'd...  have to audition."

"I can do that anytime.  You said you wasn't busy right now,
right?"

Kendall wasn't sure if she had said that.  Not to him.  But there
was something about Derek that made it difficult for her to
remember.

Difficult to concentrate on anything but Derek's various bulges.
In his arms.  In his pants...

"You got a single I could show you at?"

Kendall nodded.  This day had just gone from bad to worse.  Now
she had to watch a stupid black boy dance so he wouldn't call her
a racist.  But her frustration was masking a fear inside her.  A
fear of actually being alone with one of these muscle-bound black
men. *****************

"In here," nagged Kendall.  She pulled Derek into her room and
shut the door before anyone came around the hallway.  The last
thing she wanted was anyone to know she had a black boy in her
room.

"Nice place." said Derek as he shucked off his backpack and sat
down on her bed.  Kendall's nose wrinkled slightly.  Her room was
a princess' sanctuary.  Prim, proper, everything in its place. 
And a lot of pink... Pink bedspread, pink throw rugs pink drapes,
which she drew quickly across her window before flipping on a
pink lamp.  "Kinda pink..."

 "I know," said Kendall, still with an attitude.  She was digging
around in her closet.  "You'll have to try this on." She said,
coming out with a pink G-string, it bore the Kappa Gamma
insignia.  "It's kind of tradition..."

 Derek took the tiny garment and chuckled to himself.  "For
real?"

 "Yes.  What?" she didn't care at all for the smirk on Derek's
face.  Nor for the way his cheap jeans were mussing up her
bedspread.

 "Well, I might should supply my own.  This clearly wasn't
designed for black dick."

 The suggestive tone Derek took offended Kendall.  And his
blatant arrogance about his penis frightened her a bit.  She
wasn't the kind of girl to show she was rattled.  "Yeah?  The
last three guys have used that same thing.  They were all pro
strippers and not exactly 'little'."

 "Were they white?" Again, his smile had her stomach quivering.
And now that she was in a closed room with Derek, she couldn't
help but feel a quiver between her legs as well.  He was staring
at her chest. Kendall realized with a nervous pang her nipples
were scraping against her blouse. She crossed her arms over her
breasts, almost wincing at their sensitivity. She wished she'd
worn a bra, even if it did cinch up this blouse a little...

 "Look.  If you want to audition, that one will have to do, okay?
 You can change in my closet."

 "Alright, alright." said Derek as he got up and headed to the
corner door.

Kendall waited until it closed to step over to her vanity mirror.
 It was good sized, as Kendall liked to look at herself.  Quickly
she tried to loosen her blouse and hide her confusing arousal. 
"He's black Kendall! Get a grip!" She sucked in a quick little
breath as she accidentally pulled one of her nipples.  The blouse
was just too tight.  She usually liked it that way, giving boys
just enough to get them hard.  but the idea of Derek staring at
her nipples, getting hard right now, right here was kind of
terrifying.

Derek watched from the crack in the closet door as the girl
checked her breasts in the mirror.  This was gonna be real
sweet...

 "All set!" Derek stepped out of the closet and Kendall had to
cross arms over her breasts again, certain now he had gotten a
look as they swelled and fattened at the image before her.

 Derek was as perfect a specimen as she had ever seen.  That
included magazine covers.  The muscles on his chest matched those
along his arms, with granite pectorals and a washboard abdomen
that stretched beyond a mere six-pack.  Then just beneath that...

The traditional thong was stretched out so thin she could hardly
make out the logo.  What she could make out were an enormous set
of genitalia. It looked as if he had stuffed a snake and two
oranges into the tiny briefs.

"You just wanna stare or play me some music to dance to?" Kendall
snapped out of it, turned away and pressed play on her stereo.
Loud dance music started blaring from the hi-fi system.  She
regained her composure and sat on her bed.

 "Yeah, just show me your basic routine."

Derek started to move, hips gyrating and muscles flexing
everywhere. Kendall sat raptly, crossing her legs now as she felt
moisture building, undeniably aroused.  He had begun moving
closer and his crotch drew her eyes like a magnet.

 "You like?"

 Kendall found herself following his motions, like she was in a
trance. "You're an okay dancer..."

 "I was talkin bout the g string." He bumped his hips and the
jostling effect it had on his genitals almost made Kendall yelp.
"Like I said, huh? Definitely not built for black cock."

 "You mean not built for 'your'...  dick." she said, still
following its every move.  It seemed impossible but she could
have sworn it was actually getting bigger.  "Everyone knows that
black thing is a myth." She put as much of her drill sergeant
into those words as possible.  Kendall wanted desperately not to
look or sound anything like she felt - small, feminine and horny.
 "You are a stripper, anyway."

 "Yeah.  A black stripper.  Like you said, three white guys wore
this thing fine.  But my cock's 'bout to bust this thing any
minute. Plus I bet they didn't have you starin like you are right
now..." he was getting closer still.  Kendall could almost smell
the bulbous flesh behind that lycra.  Hot, masculine and musky. 
"I guarantee if you got some of this black dick in yo pussy you'd
agree right quick with what I told ya."

 His words snapped her partially from the trance of his penis.
She looked up right into his eyes, the old Lewison fire burning
up behind her pupils.  "Look smartass, first off that's never
gonna happen. Ever.  And secondly, if you don't stop mouthing off
about your 'big black thing' you're never gonna get this job,
which would frankly be a dream-shot for a 'thug' like you,
because dancing for a bunch of pretty white girls is about as
close as you'll ever get to-"

 Derek bumped his hips forward and the lycra ripped at the seams.
 His big black snake leapt straight out and SMACKED Kendall
Lewison across the face.

 She was so shocked it took her a second to yell.  "You...  you
black bastard!  Who the hell do you- glllmmphh...  umff..."

 "Ahh." said Derek as he pushed the head of his thick black cock
between Kendall's pretty red lips.  "Quiet at last."

The beautiful sorority queen tried to pull away from it, but
Derek put a strong hand on the back of her head.  She couldn't
budge an inch.  She tried pushing at his waist, but it was like
pressing against steel.  The smell was overwhelming now.  Filling
her whole head with a spinning sensation.  Her fingers ran across
the ridges of his abdomen. Like steel. Another quiver hit her
pussy.  Her crotch was so hot.  The cock in her mouth was so hot.
 She stared cross-eyed down the length of it. More cock than she
had ever seen was sticking out of her mouth.  And the head was
pushing against her throat.  It had to be at least a foot long.
And so damn thick...  her lips felt stretched around it.  T stark
need that had been building in her loins all semester began to
surpass her fear as she looked with wide eyes up into Derek's
smiling face.

"Not so sure now are we?  Now that you see it live.  Now that
you's tastin it." She felt his hands deftly undoing buttons on
her blouse.  Her pussy spasmed as his thick strong digits scooped
her big breasts up to spill over the top of the silky material. 
It was only then she realized he wasn't holding her head anymore.
 She still didn't move, except to squirm as he tweaked her fat
red nipples.  "Maybe there's somethin to black cock after all,
huh?"

 Kendall might have agreed if her face hadn't been stuffed with
black dong.  "Well come on, bitch.  It's a cock, not a tongue
depressor.  Start suckin." More swiftly and obediently than she
had ever followed any order in her life, Kendall began sliding
her tongue around Derek's massive black cock.

********************

 Faith paused outside her big sister Kendall's room.  She thought
for a second she had heard a slap and some yelling.  But now all
she could make out was the dance music Kendall always listened
to.  Knowing how angry Kendall got when she was disturbed, Faith
crept slowly back down the hall.

*******************

Kendall's sorority offered unofficial training for sisters who
wanted to give good blow jobs.  They used carrots at those
semi-secret meetings, bigger than most average dicks.  By the end
of four years almost any Kappa Gamma could give world class head,
and Kendall considered herself a cut above most other girls.  But
with Derek's big schlong in her mouth, she felt like she was in
high school again.  Lost in uncharted waters and desperately
hoping for direction.

"Don't worry 'bout it, slut.  I don't s'pect you to be any good
at it. Just get me all the way hard." Kendall didn't know what to
make of that at all.  First off he had called her a slut.  But
what bothered her more was his dismissal of her skill.  Also,
wasn't he all the way hard already? Then she was suddenly
worried.  What else would he want to do with his hardon if not a
blowjob?  "Enough."

Derek pulled his cock out of her face with a *plop*.  Working her
jaw a little, Kendall got her first good look at it.  Only the
head and a few inches after that glistened with her saliva.  She
hadn't even gotten a quarter of it in her mouth.  Standing out
straight at iron hard attention, it looked as thick as her
forearm.

"Thirteen and a half inches." said Derek as he gripped it by the
base and slapped her against the face again.  The derisive
gesture didn't bother Kendall at all now, she was so in awe of
his cock.  She was practically terrified of it.  "Now come on
girl." He stood her up and then turned her around.

 "W..  wait..." said Kendall, voice quivering as Derek positioned
her on all fours.  Quickly he began to peel back her expensive
designer jeans, inch by inch unwrapping a delicious white ass. 
Her breasts still plumped up out the top of her blouse like over
baked bread.  Now she was naked, essentially, on her hands and
knees before the black boy.

Derek found her pussy, pink and smooth-shaven lips throbbing.
"Goddamn that's nice." he said, fingering the slippery slit and
pushing panties and denim down under her knees.

 "Derek..  what..." she tried weakly, shivering as his fingers
probed deeper.

 "You wet as hell for this cock, huh?" Kendall felt her whole
body blushing as he tweaked her pulsing clit - she felt her
arousal making his fingers slippery.  "Aw yeah..."

 "Wait..." she pleaded once more.  "Please wai- aa aahh...  "
Derek had knelt behind her and begun rubbing his big cock head
against her entrance. It felt so good Kendall lost the power of
speech for a moment. Little moans escaped her throat as her eyes
were drawn to her vanity mirror.  She had a clear view of them in
profile.  Derek's muscular form crouched behind her on the bed. 
His big hands on her pert white ass.  And his huge black cock
poised to defile her white "Ooh ooh ooh..." Kendall watched every
second the expression shifting on her face.  It grew more and
more wide-eyed with each inch of thick ebony to disappear inside
her. Her mouth seemed to open more in awe as her pussy stretched
wider and wider around Derek's shaft.  Her face looked exactly as
one could expect any girl's face to look as her twat got stuffed
like a thanksgiving turkey.

 "OOH!" Kendall yelped as he pushed into virgin territory,
lurching forward just a second before Derek's strong arms pulled
her back onto his cock.  The slight pain brought some of
Kendall's fear back.  This shouldn't be happening.  She was
Kendall Lewison!  But then it was happening. Kendall Lewison was
right there in the mirror, getting penetrated in doggy by a big
black bull cock.  "Wait...  stop!"

 "Slut what'd you say?  You want me to stop?" His tone frightened
her even more.  Powerful, commanding.  "You want me to take it
out?"

The sensation in her pussy had Kendall's brain running in
circles.  She had been craving something big and hot and hard so
long without any satisfaction.  She just couldn't bring herself
to tell him to take it away. "N..  no..." Kendall was ashamed of
herself.  She looked away from the mirror.

"Then what's the fuckin problem?"

"You're too big...  I'm all filled up..."

 "Slut, what you know 'bout big cock?" Derek began working his
hips, small circles that made Kendall feel like she was about to
burst.  "The way this pussy's suckin mah schlong I know you ain't
had nuthin close to no black cock before.  I'll stop when I know
yous full." He thrust forward then for punctuation.

"Gawwwd..." mewled Kendall.  She knew there were five whole
inches left, and felt like he'd split her in two if he put them
all in.

Derek was relentless.  He'd push forward then work his hips some
more, then pull almost all the way out, her insides closing up
after the big cock, only to split wide open as he slammed it all
back in. Kendall began to feel it working, began feeling even
more full.

"God!" she moaned once more as he pounded another inch inside.
She buried her face in her pink bedspread, knuckles whitening as
she clenched the material.  Derek shoved his cock in and out
three more times, the last with a grunt of approval as his big
testicles slapped her thighs.

 Kendall whimpered a bit as Derek worked it around some more. She
couldn't believe how much cock was in her.  "What'd I tell ya
slut? Another white pussy resized for black cock."

 "Oof...  resized?"

 "Hell yes bitch.  Ain't no white boy gonna get this pussy goin
again. You got a boyfriend?"

 "Yes..."

 "What's his name?" Derek jerked his cock inside of her.

 "Unh..." even the slightest motion seemed to make Kendall's
pussy quiver. She tried to concentrate as Derek squeezed her
rounded butt cheeks. "I don't remember his name." She said
finally.

 Derek chuckled.  "Doesn't matter anyway.  You my slut now, ain't
ya?" Derek began pulling his cock out.  The movement made
Kendall's pussy cream immediately.

 "Ahh ahhhh..." Soon his entire length had slid out and back into
her uppity sorority pussy.  His thickness probed every depth she
never knew she had, stimulating every nerve as she came even
bigger than before.  "Oh!" Derek started to fuck her.  Slowly at
first, picking up speed.

"You my slut now ain't ya?"

Kendall looked back at the mirror.  No longer seeing the crown
princess of LIU's Greek system.  She saw a little white slut with
her tits hanging out, pushing her ass back as she got pumped full
of black cock. She saw herself nodding...

"Can't hear you."

"Yes...  I...  oooh I'm your slut!" And that was when the fucking
really began.

It seemed to last forever.  Derek's cock became a jackhammer in
her pussy, blasting in and out at a rate that should have had him
cumming immediately.  Instead the only one who kept cumming was
Kendall. It felt like she was having one long, gigantic orgasm. 
Kendall watched herself in the mirror until her neck was a little
sore.  It was almost like an out of body experience, seeing the
black cock fuck her.  Watching the flesh of her ass and breasts
jiggle everywhere as Derek pounded her from behind.

Dusk waned to night beyond her pink curtains and Kendall thought
she would pass out from the pleasure.  Finally Derek slammed his
girth inside her with a deep bellow.  Suddenly, Kendall felt like
a fire hose had gone off inside her, one that sprayed her insides
full of hot semen. Part of her brain worried that she was totally
unprotected.  But it was so primally erotic being seeded by such
a big cock, Kendall was overcome with her biggest orgasm yet. 
Now she did black out, waking up a minute later on her back.

 Derek was up digging through her dresser.  Kendall watched his
taut ass, the powerful muscles in his back rippling as he
searched.  She also spotted his big banana cock, dangling between
his legs, only somewhat deflated from its recent action.  Kendall
looked down along her own body.  All her clothes had been
removed, she saw them in a heap on the floor. She leaned up on
one elbow to see her pussy, Derek's words echoing in her mind.
"resized for black cock"

Indeed, where it had once been a tight little plum, Kendall's
pussy seemed a bit loose, a hole the size of a quarter very
slowly closing as it oozed thick sperm.  There was already a ton
of cum already soaking into her bedspread too.  Kendall looked
back at Derek's huge balls and figured he must have cum half a
liter inside her.  Derek sensed her stirring and leered back at
her while she fingered her new pussy.

"Where you keep the lotion?"

"Bottom drawer on the right.  Why?"

"You ever had cock in yo ass before?"

"No..." Kendall looked past her pussy, moving her finger to her
tight little anus.

 "Then we definitely gots to get started." Derek grinned as he
pulled out a tube of lubricant.  "Hoist that butt in the air
girl." Kendall moved to do as she was told.  She didn't know how
on earth Derek would get his big black cock in her ass.  But she
didn't care, either.  Finally she had found a man manly enough to
tell her what to do.

Before long Derek was plowing huge black cock into the famous
Kendall Lewison's butthole.  "Owwwww..." she whimpered.  Derek
laughed.

 "Just think.  A few hours ago you said I'd never even fuck you!
Now you're gettin ya white ass reamed."

 "Ow...  oh!  I...  guess so..." she said.  Had it only been
hours?  It felt like years.

 "You know better now, huh?"

 Kendall nodded.  "You're incredible.  Your cock is incredible."

 "Because?"

 "Because it's black cock.  I love your black cock."

"Higher learning," chuckled Derek.  "Gonna spread the word.  By
the end of the month every white pussy in this house'll be hooked
up with black cock.  And you're gonna help me, ain't ya slut?"

"Yes..." moaned Kendall, amazed to feel an orgasm building.  The
cock in her tight virgin asshole felt good.  "Anything you
say..." And as Derek got eight inches in her butt, Kendall came
up with the perfect girl to start with...


Afrikanos Kappa Gamma: Part 2


Faith Jones was nervous.  It wasn't an unusual thing.  Since the
first days of first grade, when Faith had been chubby and
bucktoothed and all the boys had made fun of her, the young girl
had been shy and withdrawn. In the fifth grade she had to wear
headgear and braces through junior high.  And like so many
forgotten girls her growth spurt had come late in life, not
stretching her chunky frame into a voluptuous hourglass until
almost her senior year.  When her breasts had come along with her
height, she had feared they would earn her even more ridicule and
did her best to cover them up in sweaters and granny bras.  It
wasn't until her teeth were straight and her reclusive study
habits had earned her a full scholarship at LIU that Faith Jones
realized she might have changed just a little bit since first
grade.

The first day of classes was when it happened, when a senior
sister of Kappa Gamma had approached her.  The girl had been
gorgeous, the epitome of what Faith idolized in her Cosmo and
People-zines.  She had invited Faith to her first ever house
party, and it had been wonderful.  Older girls trying to be
friendly to her, girls her age who seemed just as apprehensive as
she was, and boys.  Boys that didn't completely ignore her, some
of whom even scurried to get her refills for her drinks.  Faith
had blushed and giggled the whole night through, delighted by the
prospect of friends and parties and cute guys waiting on her, she
had agreed to pledge the next morning.

Faith swiftly realized the niceties were mostly part of the
recruiting process, suddenly having to memorize greek alphabets,
run menial errands or take verbal abuse from her big sister
Kendall (who hadn't been there that first night).  But over and
over again Faith relived that party where she had been part of a
real group, not a total stranger, and she knew she would do
almost anything to get into Kappa Gamma.  Her stomach quavered as
she approached the dining table with her lunch tray.

"Hi guys, can I join you?"

"Faith!  Absolutely!" Nikki Haber smiled broadly for the nervous
girl, clearing a space for Faith's tray.

 "Hello Faith." Stacy Becker was not smiling broadly.  Faith
didn't like Stacy nearly as much as Nikki.  She could always see
something familiar in the way the beautiful brunette looked at
her, much like they had looked at her in high school.

Stacy was not fond of Faith Jones, even though all the other
pledges seemed to be pulling for her, perhaps because all the
other pledges were pulling for her.  What was so special about
the girl anyway?  She was kind of cute in a homely sort of way,
but clearly those loose jeans were hiding a flabby ass, and that
long blonde hair probably frayed everywhere if she ever took it
out of that pony tail.  She didn't wear make up, her clothes
always looked cheap and she had to be stuffing her bra.  Faith's
breasts looked like the biggest in the pledge class.  Stretching
out even those large loose sweaters, they seemed even bigger than
Stacy's, and Stacy had D-cup implants.

 "There y'all are..." Lucy Keller swayed up to the table and sat
down across from Faith, erasing the mild tension in the air.  "I
am just steamin up today." Each girl nodded in agreement.

 "I don't even know if it's so much the heat either.  Humidity
maybe?" Nikki chimed, trying to spark conversation.

"It isn't that humid.  And I should know I'm from Atlanta." Lucy
smiled and sipped her mineral water.

"She's right.  The dew-point was only thirty-six today." All
three girls stopped to stare a moment at Faith.  She looked away
quickly, kicking herself and realizing she had just come off
trying to sound smart again. Sometimes Faith hated her brain.

"Well..." Lucy's drawl broke the quick spell of silence, she
smiled slyly.  "Myself I can't help but wonder if my own
dew-point is of the sexual frustration sort..."

 Nikki giggled.  Stacy had a sly smile of her own.  Faith only
blushed and kept staring at her food.  "But honestly!" Laughed
Lucy, "Where're all the cute boys this year?"

 "Mine's in Manhattan." said Stacy.  Nikki rolled her eyes.  She
had known Stacy since high school and still found her a little
too haughty for the greater good.

"I'm sure we'll all get to meet tons of boys when we make Kappa
Gamma. Be fighting them off with sticks!" Said Nikki.  She poked
Faith for punctuation, drawing an actual smile from the shy girl.

 "I gots a stick ya won't fight off." The ghetto speak cut
through the girls' fun like a knife.  They all turned to see a
massive black boy walking by, tossing and catching a basketball.

 "What!?" said Stacy with real force.

 "Kappa Gamma rules..." he said, grinning and grabbing his
genitals suggestively as he kept walking.  All four girls could
not help but spot something big moving behind the crotch of his
warmups.  They all shifted slightly on their dewpoints.

 After a moment - "Negros..." said Lucy in her soft, southern
accent. "Put in a black dean and they all think they own the
place." Stacy nodded. Nikki seemed to miss the comment, still
watching the boy disappear around the corner.

Lucy's words caught Faith off guard.  Not spoken with malice so
much as common use, they still seemed strange coming from the
amiable, affable belle.  That boy was certainly a jerk, but he
probably shouldn't get lumped in with every other black boy in
school, nor the dean, who seemed quite respectable.  Faith
crossed her legs and drank some more of her water. There had been
something strange in the way he'd said the name of their pledged
sorority.  Like he knew something.  But what could some random
black boy really know about the most respected sorority on
campus?

*******************

"Oh god, Kendall!  It's stretching out my ass!" A tough thrust
sent another inch of black cock into the girl's pink asshole.

"Oh I know, sweety." Kendall spoke gently and ran a hand through
the girl's hair.  "Just try to breathe and relax.  You'll really
learn to love it."

"Damn straight." said Derek as he squirted more motion lotion on
his shaft.

 "Uhhhnnn okay..." Jeri, the Kappa Gamma social chair whimpered
with the pressure, but tried to do as her sister advised.

As Kappa Gamma's practical second-in-command, Jeri hadn't seen
anything strange in Kendall's asking her help selecting a
stripper for the pledge party.  Auditioning a boy from school,
that was a little strange, but not out of the question.  Going to
Derek's dingy dorm-room for the audition was definitely strange,
even more so as it was in the new all-black wing.  Jeri couldn't
help notice the wing was now the entry path for a girl's hall she
had once lived in as a freshman.  Upon their arrival and after
introductions, Kendall had remembered an errand she needed to
run, and left Jeri alone with the black boy.  Fifteen minutes
later, Jeri had found herself stark naked, kneeling on the dirty
floor and sucking on the biggest, blackest cock she'd ever seen.

 Kendall had returned in time to watch Derek shoot half his load
into Jeri's belly, and the other half onto Jeri.  Afterward,
Kendall had been the one to fit Derek's cock head into the
entrance of Jeri's pussy, for its first-ever fucking from an
unprotected penis.  Now, cum-bathed, pussy-drilled and quite
possibly impregnated, Jeri had Derek's black cock in her ass, and
could barely comprehend the last four hours of her life.

"Guh...  how much is in there?" she whimpered.

 "Only four inches girl.  You sho is a tight one." Derek
chuckled. Kendall giggled and Jeri hated her for a moment.  The
deadbolt in the door turned and the entrance swung open.

"Ohmygod close the door!" yelled Jeri.

Taking his time in the entryway was Derek's roommate, tossing a
basketball to himself and grinning.  Out in the hall, Jeri caught
sight of two white girls.  They were stopped, staring with jaws
on the floor at the image of Jeri, naked, bent over the edge of a
mattress with a huge black cock coming out from between her butt
cheeks.  The door finally closed and Jeri buried her face amid
the bed sheets in shame.

   Derek's roommate tossed the basketball onto some laundry.
"That look I'll never get tired of." he laughed.  "These the
sorority bitches you was tellin me about?"

 "You know it.  Breakin this one in." Derek slapped Jeri on the
ass.  She whimpered and shuddered and tried to breathe deeply. 
"Jeri here's the Kappa Gamma social chair.  Kendall is the
president."

"Not bad.  Hey madam president, come over here and get my cock
out."

"What?" said Kendall, not having expected the visitor at all.

"Ain't you got ears, bitch?" Derek snorted as Kendall cringed.
"Go drain my boy Jeffry's balls like a good slut while I finish
up with ya friend.  And get the fuck nekked while you at it,
huh?"

"S..  sorry..." stammered Kendall as she started pulling off her
clothes. Once they had joined Jeri's garments on the floor,
Kendall knelt in front of Jeffry and began getting his cock out
like a good slut.  She was pleased when she pulled it out of his
warmups.  It looked to be as big as Derek's.

 "What, you surprised, slut?" said Jeffry, leering down at her as
he eased back onto his bed.

   "It's..  only my second..."

"Well get used to it, bitch.  Suck me hard, then I'm gonna fuck
yo pussy."

 "Whatever you say." said Kendall, as she licked her lips and got
to work on the hardening black shaft.

 "Oh hey brotha." Derek tossed the motion lotion over to Jeffry.
"Get some grease in her backside fo me.  Figure we'll teach these
bitches the 'two on one' theory tonight."

 "No sweat." said Jeffry as Kendall sucked his cockhead into her
mouth. The girl had pretty remarkable enthusiasm.  "You love
black cock, Kendall?"

"Mmmm hmmm..." she mumbled with her mouth still full.

 "And what about you Jeri?" asked Derek with a chuckle.  "Do you
love black cock?"

"..yes..." came Jeri's muffled reply from within the bedding.
Both the boys laughed out loud.

"Kappa Gamma rules, girls." said Jeffry as he grabbed Kendall's
hair. These ladies had a long, hard night ahead of them.

******************

Derek had consulted with Dean Mfune himself on the topic of Kappa
Gamma. Dr.  Jubal had congratulated the youth on his conquest of
such a prominent campus personality as Kendall Lewison.  He had
then outlined the best plan of action.

"Get control of the institution itself first.  Then use the
leaders' persuasion to corral the entire membership into one
spot.  I'll make sure you have the necessary resources and
manpower when the time comes.  Don't hesitate to ask if you want
me to call a specialist for any 'particular' girls."

Jeri had been the first logical step.  Over the next three days,
Kendall would lure the rest of the Kappa Gamma leadership out of
the house and onto a black cock.  Girl by girl, pussy by pussy,
LIU's top sorority was getting its doctrines rewritten.

 "Also Derek." The dean stopped the younger man before he left
the office.

 "Yeah Doc?" That got a grim smile from Mfune.

"Re-educate the top line of pledges as soon as possible.  Get the
new batch started early and often?" Derek grinned back with
understanding. Initiations were gonna be very different this
semester.

 *****************

 Faith was in fairly good spirits as she was headed back to her
dorm room. She had just gotten her first midterm returned and
aced it.  Her marks were looking to stay as high as they'd been
back home. Unlike back home though, Faith now had a clique she
hung out with.  Stacy, Lucy and Nikki were just about the closest
to good friends Faith had ever had.  It really seemed Kappa Gamma
could be the best thing that ever happened to her.

 Making way through the new dorm wing towards the girl's hall,
Faith heard the standard thump of omnipresent rap music through
closed doors. She could never help thinking it strange that the
whole floor would be segregated like that.

Although she had met one black boy who didn't live here, he had
been very different from the others she encountered - thin,
quiet, bespectacled. Very different indeed, thought Faith as one
of the doors ahead of her opened inward, a loud spike of the
urban hip-hop flowing out into the hall. The muscular giant
grinned at her unsettlingly as Faith hugged her books to her
chest and scurried on by.  Had Faith been in less of a hurry, she
might have glimpsed the Kappa Gamma treasurer (a brunnette named
Debra) being laid down naked with a black boy between her legs.

   Faith found a surprise waiting for her regardless when she
reached her own room.  "Hello Faith." said Kendall with a smile.

 "Oh, hi!" said Faith, trying to look perky.  Kendall had told
her first week of pledging she needed to look less 'dead'.  "How
are you?"

"I'm good, thanks for asking." Kendall was still smiling.  Faith
had noticed like the other girls this past week a sudden
improvement in Kendall's general disposition.  Although Faith
herself couldn't help but think it was some sort of red herring.
"I was hoping we could have a big sister, lil sister talk."

********************

 "I really think Kappa Gamma'd be good for you Faith.  And a lot
of the other sisters are pulling for you." Faith nodded as
Kendall rubbed her on the back.  "It's just, if you got
membership, you'd become a representative of Kappa Gamma and... 
there's a certain, grooming standard associated with our little
society."

 "Oh..." said Faith glumly.  She was already feeling a bitter
taste of rejection.  Could this really be over already?  She felt
like she might start crying.  "I don't...  I...  what can I do,
Kendall?"

Kendall practically bounced up and down.  "I'm glad you asked!
Two things, which will dramatically improve your stock.  First
off, your clothes."

"My clothes?" Faith looked down at her baggy sweater and
second-hand jeans.

"They're just not stylish enough." Faith had genuinely never even
thought about her clothes.  They were just what she wore.  But
suddenly, they did look ratty, and horrible sitting next to
Kendall's ensemble.

"Oh...  but, I really can't afford-"

"Didn't I tell you there were some sisters in your corner?  Just
go talk to Debra, she's our treasurer do you know her?" Faith
nodded.  In fact, hadn't she just seen Debra recently?  Faith
couldn't quite remem- "Tell her it's for project 'Deep, Dark
Secret'.  She'll totally hook you up."

 "Oh my gosh, thank you!" Faith was practically glowing.  She
couldn't believe it but suddenly felt like Kendall was just her
best big sister.

 "Easy, easy!  The sorority expects you to help out a little in
return, okay?"

 "Absolutely, anything." Faith was rapt with attention.

"Kappa Gamma isn't just the best because we have the best looking
girls. We also know you're smart Faith.  I was thinking you could
apply that brain of yours to some of our social work." Kendall
took out a pink notepad and started scribbling down some digits.

"Social work?" Faith wasn't sure what that meant.  Were her
smarts about to finally come in handy?

"We do all kinds of charity of course.  I want you to be one of
our tutors." Kendall tore out the notebook scrap and handed it to
Faith.  "Help out an LIU athlete with his trigonometry while
you're at it. Think you can handle it?"

Faith had aced trigonometry, much like everything else.  She knew
she could handle it.  "Definitely, Kendall." Faith smiled.

 "That's my little sister!" said Kendall giving her a quick hug.
Looking at the paper, Faith found a dorm line phone number and
the name 'Jeffry' written in Kendall's perfect cursive.

*****************

Faith checked her watch.  Jeffry was almost a half-hour late. She
wondered if he hadn't heard her correctly over the phone.  A loud
rap tune had been blasting in the background of his room.  Faith
had recognized it from a number of her trips through the
all-black hallways. Basketball player, rap music, she was fairly
certain Jeffry was black.  But Faith didn't care really, she just
wanted this to go well.  She had already visited Debra at Kappa
Gamma, who had reacted immediately when Faith said the words
'Deep, Dark Secret'.  The girl had just loaned Faith one of her
credit cards for the weekend, no strings, and Faith couldn't wait
to head out on her first genuine shopping spree.

 "'Sup girl, you Faith?" Faith looked up from her dreams of fancy
clothes. She almost bit a hole in her cheek.  Jeffry was the
unbelievably rude boy from the lunch commons, his basketball
still in hand. "Well?"

 "Um, yes.  You're late..." she blurted, immediately wishing she
could have her last two words back.  Jeffry had a shaved head and
harsh African features.  His sudden scowl made them even harsher.

 "Had practice late.  You gonna be my tutor you gonna have to get
used to waitin sometimes."

 "Right.  I'm sorry, I forgot..." There was something more now.
Besides her memory of his being a jerk and his deep look of
distaste. Besides her memory of something large beneath his
warmups.  There was something about Jeffry that made Faith want
to just agree with him and move on.

 "We have to study here?" Jeffry scanned around the library.
Faith had set them up at a table in the middle of the resources
section. Other students were glancing their way as Jeffry still
spoke loudly and tossed his ball.  "Don't think I could
concentrate with all these bookworms watchin."

 "Well uh..  there's closed study rooms but you need to get on
the waiting list and get a key and-" Faith gestured at the main
desk.  Jeffry was already walking over, and Faith watched him
demand a key, get handed one, and meander on back to her.

"Let's go girl.  Ain't got all night."

*******************

Faith had had to scramble to pick up her books and notes.  She
finally caught up with Jeffry as he opened the bolt to their
study room. As she set up on the table, Jeffry turned the bolt
again and lounged into the chair across from her.  The way he was
looking at her now, Faith was suddenly a little uncomfortable
being in the closed off room with the black boy.  It was a great
space to concentrate.  Locked door, no windows and very quiet,
probably sound-proofed.

"You sure you in Kappa Gamma?" he said finally.

"Um, I'm actually a pledge.  Wh-why?"

"You just don't look all dressed like a sorority bitch." Faith
winced. Both at his using the word 'bitch' and his noticing her
clothes.

"I'm just new to the laundry cycle." after this weekend Faith
would have her sorority wardrobe.  This guy would be none the
wiser.  Jeffry shrugged at her as if to say 'whatever', once
again kind of ticking her off.  "Would you like to get started?"

Once they actually got to studying, Faith quickly realized why a
boy like Jeffry would have trouble with trigonometry.  He seemed
entirely incapable of maintaining his interest, like he hadn't
come here to learn at all.  It was frustrating, and additionally,
it was hot inside the small space.  Or at least Faith was getting
hot.  She chalked it up to Jeffry's difficult nature and tried to
press on.  They hadn't been at it twenty minutes before Jeffry
leaned back from the books and sighed.

"This ain't workin, girl.  Can't you explain shit more simple?"

"Well, it's trigonometry..."

"Last girl tutored me didn't give me no trouble." This sent a
nervous shock through Faith.  Was she really bad at this?  "I
think I'm gonna go ask yo sister to stop sendin me pledges."
Jeffry started to pick up his notebook.  Faith suddenly heard
Kendall's disappointment in her ears.  If she let her down, would
it mean no more sisterly help?  No shopping?  No Kappa Gamma?

 "Wait!  Wait, listen.  I really know this stuff Jeffry.  I think
if we just concentrate some more..." Jeffry was already standing,
heading towards the door.

"Concentrate?  Girl my jimmy's been a rock the last fifty
minutes.  Only thing help me concentrate right now is release."
Jeffry grabbed his crotch and Faith's memory snapped back one
week.  She had seen something big between Jeffry's legs that day
at lunch.  It looked even bigger now.  In shock, she covered her
open mouth with her hand.

 "Oh my...  my lord..."

"Aw don't look all surprised bitch.  S'yo fault anyway.  Look at
dem titties!  You been thinkin bout my cock since I got here."
Faith pulled her wide eyes away from Jeffry's groin to look at
her chest.  Her nipples were hard as walnuts and poking through
the material of her sweater.

"Ohgosh." she quickly pulled her sweater front forward to hide
her apparent arousal.  Jeffry laughed.

"Aw damn!" the laughter was like needles in Faith's poor ears,
dredging up memories of grade school, braces, cruelty.

 "What?  What's so funny?" she said, feeling her throat tighten
and her stomach quivering away.

"You really had no clue!  That shit is funny!" Jeffry sat back
down as his mirth subsided.  Faith tried to calm down.  "You must
want this sorority thing bad, huh?"

 Still hot under the collar (though she wasn't entirely sure it
was all shame and anger), Faith nodded slowly.

 "Well, Faith.  You are a really shitty tutor.  But I'm gonna
give you another shot."

"Really?" he was such a jerk, but this act of semi-leniency gave
her hope.

"Yeah.  I'll even tell yo big sisters you did a good job.  All
you gotta do is gimme that release I's talkin about." The
butterflies flooded back into Faith's abdomen. "You...  you want
me to...?"

"Get me off.  Yeah." Faith thought she was going to throw up. But
a part of her couldn't help but consider...  "C'mon girl, we're
as alone as it gets.  Who's gonna know?  Just come over here,
stroke my cock some so I can concentrate.  Then I won't even care
how my test goes.  I'll still tell your house you was the best
tutor ever.  Bump yo stock up a notch." Something about the words
Jeffry used set off a small alarm in the back of Faith's brain.

 But she was feeling desperate.  Inadequate.  And her nipples
were throbbing now, pulsing against her wrists.  A far bigger
part of Faith's brain was also curious, to see what a penis
looked like. Particularly one she could almost make out clearly
through Jeffry's simple warmups.

"What do I do?" asked Faith, trying to sound calm.

"That's more like it.  Get over here on yo knees." Faith was
again compelled to listen to the big jerk, even though she found
the command presumptuous and in truth, the act itself demeaning.
She got up, pushed a chair out of the way and knelt before the
black boy, noting vaguely the irony that she was about to become
the pupil.

"Now just pull out mah johnson." Faith's hands trembled visibly
as they reached for Jeffry's waistband.  For your sisterhood... 
she thought, trying to steel her nerves.  Gripping the elastic
material, Faith pulled down.  Jeffry lifted his hips to help her.

 She got the pants down almost half of his thighs, and was
greeted with a truly shocking image.  Between the boy's
muscle-bound legs, a solid ebony shaft seemed to be laying in
wait.  It was thick, like a snake. And long. So long it couldn't
escape yet from the warmups.  Jeffry grunted at her as she
stared, and Faith pulled the pants down over his knees.  The
snake leapt up to life.

It was huge.  Bigger than she had ever imagined a penis could be.
 How? How was this thing supposed to function?  To enter a girl's
tiny vagina? Faith let out a small gasp and inhaled.  He smelled
of sweat from his recent practice.  But there was something else
to the pungent aroma.  It was manly.  Manly and intoxicating.

"Damn girl.  Look like you never seen a dick before."

"I...  haven't..." Faith stammered.  Jeffry grinned.

"Well shit.  Talk about gettin started right.  You've heard black
cock is bigger than any other kind?" Faith had heard that,
somewhere. She nodded, still staring at her lone specimen.  "Well
now you know it's the truth." Right then and there, Faith had to
agree.

Jeffry's penis...  cock, she decided was actually the better
term... looked to be just over a foot long.  It was
uncircumsized, she noticed, the extra foreskin just shucking down
from the enormous black cockhead.  There was a fluid leaking from
the pee slit...

  "Is that...?"

 "Precum." said Jeffry, "You gonna use that to jerk me off.  Go
on and grab it." Faith couldn't help the enthusiasm with which
her hand came up to grip her first cock.  And a huge black one at
that.  The thought gave her chills as he fingers closed around
the rubbery steel of the shaft.  She got another small surprise
as she realized he might not be entirely hard yet. He was still
so thick that the fingers of her little white hand couldn't close
around the girth of it.  Looking at her pale hand holding the
ebony cock, Faith couldn't help but think it appeared natural.

 Jeffry allowed her to toy with it a few moments as Faith brought
up her other hand, feeling the head, pulling at the foreskin and
lifting the whole thing up to get a look at his big balls. 
Weighing one, Faith felt a twinge deep inside herself.  His
testicles were like two tangerines in a wrinkled black sack, and
she swore she could feel a huge amount of sperm boiling inside
them.  Potent.  Unbelievably potent.

"Alright, enough show and tell.  Start strokin, slut." Faith
hardly noticed being called a slut.  Jeffry was definitely a big
jerk, but holding his erection in her hands gave Faith a new
understanding for the word 'cocky'.

 "How do I-"

 "Work some of the precum on yo palm," said Jeffry, anticipating
her question.  "Then slick up the shaft." Faith began working at
the cock head as he continued his instructions.  "That's it.  Use
both hands or we'll be here all night before I cum." Faith
nodded, she wanted him to cum.  Wanted to see the big thing
squirt.  "Oh and that reminds me, you might should take off that
sweater."

 "What?" Faith had begun coating the shaft with slippery precum.
The sensation as she tightened her hands had her wondering about
her earlier thoughts.  This cock was so slick and streamlined,
practically gliding between her small fingers.  Could it actually
squeeze some of itself into her tight little vagina?  He had said
something about her sweater.  "Why?"

 "S'for y'own good.  But, whatever girl.  Just keep strokin."
Faith couldn't really fathom what Jeffry was talking about.  She
saw no reason to let him see her in her bra though.  This handjob
was almost certainly as far as she wanted to go for his vouching
on her behalf.  Minutes ticked by.

 Faith thought she'd heard boys were supposed to come quick.
Jeffry seemed to show no such signs, and her arms were getting
tired. The repetitive motion of jerking him off spun her mind a
moment of clarity. What was she doing here?  An hour ago she'd
never seen a penis, let alone a black cock.  She was servicing a
black boy so he'd do her a favor.  Didn't that make her some kind
of prostitute?

Faith's pusssy twitched then.  Remembering how he'd called her a
slut. A part of her was enjoying this.  Was she behaving like a-?
 "I think she likes it..." drawled Jeffry.

Faith blushed violently.  "I...  I dunno really..." she kept her
eyes away from his and concentrated on his cock.

 "Y'know if you want to speed things up girl, you could take this
opportunity to bone up on your oral."

 "Oral?" repeated Faith, working some more jiz from his pee slit
and playing with the foreskin some more.  "You want me to... 
to-"

"Suck on my cock.  I can tell you kinda want to.  'Sides, any
self respecting sorority slut should know how to give good head.
And like I said, ain't no better learnin tool than the kind you
got in yo hand."

 Somehow, Jeffry's words were making sense to Faith.  Suck on a
black cock?  Her tongue licked out subconsciously over her lips.
"Go ahead and suck on it Faith.  I'll tell Kappa Gamma you the
best damn tutor on Long Island." Jeffry's strong hands found the
back of Faith's head, twining in her blond ponytail as he pulled
her face closer to his cock. "Just lick it."

 The smell coming off Jeffry's cock seemed to intensify as Faith
got closer.  It felt as though she had to lick it.  Faith stuck
out her tongue and tasted black cock.  It was just a quick lick,
like a lollipop.  She had lapped up some of the precum and now
ran it all over her taste buds.  It was a powerful taste, like
the powerful cock in her hands.  Faith stuck out her tongue
again, this time sliding it all around his cock head.

 After a moment of her tonguing, Jeffry eased his hips up and
plopped the tip of his black cock inside of Faith's virgin mouth.
 He held her head still, but the girl didn't struggle at all. 
Faith continued stroking his shaft, and now began sucking on him
- working her tongue and cheeks, trying to stretch her lips down
past his cock head.  Jeffry grinned, let go of her head and
watched as her ponytail started to bob.

 As soon as Jeffry's cock had entered her face, Faith lost
herself in the worship of his big, ebony stick.  Sucking and
stroking away, his instructions began to grow distant.  She
forgot about trigonometry, about clothes and Kappa Gamma.  This
was where she belonged, kneeling with her mouth around black
cock.

Before long the head hit the back of Faith's throat.  She tried
to swallow it into her neck, gagged and then tried again.  She
had to keep trying.

 Forty-eight minutes from the moment Faith had pulled out
Jeffry's cock, the black man began grunting and thrusting his
hips.  Faith redoubled her efforts, and actually managed to get
the head down into her throat.  It wedged there as Jeffry groaned
and his balls tightened, powering a wave of hot sperm up his
shaft and into Faith's stomach.

"Aw shit yeah!" he bucked his hips again and his cock head got
loose back into Faith's mouth.  Two loads shot quickly and Faith
was caught off guard by the sheer volume.  She tried to swallow
but almost instantly her cheeks filled up and popped, her lips
flying back off Jeffry's cock, sputtering thick semen as it
flowed out her mouth and down her chin in one big glob.

Jeffry's schlong kept firing its pudding; hot goo going
everywhere as Faith tried to breath.  One strand leapt out onto
her eyes and she barely got them closed.  Some more splattered
her lips and got up into her nose. Trying to redirect his shaft
only shot three more wads all over her sweater, particularly the
heave of her bosom.

 "Aw damn girl.  Not bad!" said Jeffry once it was finally over.
He took her hand and squeezed the last few drops of cum from his
shaft into her palm.  Faith finally caught her breath.

 "It's...  it's all over me..." she said, eyes still glued shut
and strands stretching over her lips as she spoke.  Jeffry
chuckled.

 "Yeah, I thought you was gonna swallow.  Guess I shoulda known
you couldn't handle it.  But I did warn you to take off that
sweater." He started to pull up his pants.  Faith wiped her eyes
clear with her uncoated hand.  Looking down at herself, she
gasped.  Her sweater was absolutely riddled with his sperm.

 "Does this stuff come out?"

"In a washing machine yeah.  Not in here though.  You'll probably
have to wear it inside out.  The rest you can at least lick up
like a good slut." Faith licked her chops, finding it actually
better than his precum. But, couldn't he have warned her?  Or
fired somewhere else?  He was such a jerk!

"Maybe you'll listen to a brother next time, huh?" Next time?
Thought Faith.  She licked the cum out of her palm.  Jeffry stood
up and went to the door.

"You're..  not leaving me here like this?" she said it with her
mouth still full of cum.

"Hey slut, honest I might stay all night if I didn't have
practice tomorrow mornin.  You got yo second chance, I'll see you
next week.  Maybe teach you a few more things to do with a big
black cock?" Seeing he was about to open the door, Faith
struggled to get her sweater off. Jeffry stopped long enough to
see her uncover her bra-clad breasts.  His eyebrows went up a
little at the sheer damn size of them.  That sweater had been
concealing a serious fuckin rack.  "Mebbe sooner..." he mused,
opening the door just as Faith managed to wipe up what cum had
transferred from her sweater to her face and shove it into her
mouth.

   Faith swallowed as he left, staring after him, appalled.  What
had she just done?  That boy was a total asshole!  And black... 
and hung like a stallion.  That twinge in her pussy started up
again, as Faith realized - sucking Jeffry's cock had made her
horny, the horniest she'd ever been. She could feel Jeffry's
sperm seeping through her bra, slick against fat nipples.  She
squirmed, then, realized some people were starting to notice.

   Quickly, she shook her head and stood to gather her notes.
Heading out of the library Faith tried to remember the exact
chain of events that had made her suck on Jeffry's cock.  In her
ponderings, she noticed a boy glance at her crotch.  What's his
deal?  She thought, glancing down there herself.

A sizable strand of Jeffry's cum was stuck to the crotch of her
jeans. Faith almost screamed.  Then she had to fight an urge to
scoop up the goo and suck it off her fingers.  Taking a deep
breath, Faith cast her eyes to the floor and huffed out of the
library as fast as she could, rock-hard nipples leading the way.

******************

That whole weekend, Faith couldn't get her mind off of Jeffry's
black cock.  Even shopping for her new clothes, Faith found
herself replaying Thursday's events over and over in her mind. 
Every time she did, she felt her almost constant state of arousal
begin to heat up even more.

 The distraction had almost been disastrous.  Faith had gone from
shop to shop picking out new outfits and just handing over the
credit card.  It wasn't until she headed home that she actually
looked at the receipts.  How had she had spent over eight-hundred
dollars?

Handing them to Debra on Sunday she tried to apologize.  "Happens
to the best of us, Faith.  I heard you did real well on your
tutoring assignment." Faith should have been relieved.  But she
felt somehow cheapened by the whole thing.  She had practically
sold sexual services for her new, fancy clothes.

By Monday, she was feeling a little better.  Especially after
she'd gone out in her new favorite ensemble.

"Oh my gosh I love it, Faith!" Nikki's excitement was like a shot
in Faith's arm.  She smiled again, realizing she hadn't done so
in three days.

"Very debutante!" chimed Lucy.

"Is this D&G?" said Stacy, somewhat tartly.  Faith nodded.  Stacy
couldn't understand how Faith had gotten funds and a fashion
sense.  Nor how she fit those enormous breasts inside that tight,
pink top. Faith's midriff was bared six inches now and curved
with definite sex appeal.  The new jeans she was wearing were
tight like a second skin around Faith's high ass, seat faded to
draw attention.  Stacy Becker couldn't help it.  She was jealous.

 Faith could sense it.  And felt she liked it, at least coming
from Stacy. Her girlfriends hadn't been the only ones to notice
however.  At least twenty boys had stopped to stare at her on her
walk across campus. Faith was beginning to realize why Kappa
Gamma girls had their grooming standards.

Arriving back at her dorm in high spirits, Faith found a message
blinking on her answering machine.  The deep drawl made her
freeze and forget her day's fashion achievements.

"Yo Faith.  S'Jeffry.  I'm gonna need an extra session tonight.
Meet me at the library six thirty, aight?" Thursday came flooding
back to her. Searing embarrassment and the taste of hot cum.

Faith shook her head and checked the time.  Jeffry would be at
practice still.  Too late to cancel.  What would he expect of
her?  It doesn't matter.  She thought to herself.  She was
supposed to tutor him, after all. And she had her official
sorority uniform now.  Faith felt up to the challenge of being in
the same room with that jerk again.

*****************

 "I really don't see why you can't take care of it yourself..."
Faith mumbled as she pulled out Jeffry's cock.  She wasn't sure
exactly when her composure had left her, or how she had ended up
kneeling between the black boy's legs again.

 "Quit makin like you whinin girl.  I bet you been thinkin bout
that cock all weekend." Faith blushed as she wrapped her fingers
around his big black snake for the second time.  "I like them
threads girl." Faith also wasn't sure how Jeffry's little side
comment on her outfit could warm her more than all her friends'
gushing compliments.

 "Thank you." Then she remembered.  "Oh, you, hafta tell me when
you're going to cum this time.  I still haven't gotten it all out
of my sweater, and these are dry-clean only."

 "Don't always have control over that stuff, girl.  You oughta
take my advice and get yo top off."

 Faith couldn't help think about it.  If he exploded all over
her, she could just wipe the sperm up and lick her fingers clean.
 Her tongue was suddenly eager for the taste of his sperm.  "I
guess, that does make sense." she gave his fattening cock one
more squeeze before she stood up and started to undo the ties on
the back of her shirt.

 Jeffry grinned as she peeled off the tight material.  The bra
she had on was a laced pink to match the top.  It seemed a little
tighter than the granny number she'd been wearing last Thursday,
and her breasts seemed ready to burst free at any moment.  Faith
reached back, undid the clasp and they did.

The bra came off in a shot with the release and the big boobs
tumbled into open air.  Faith quivered before him, anxious to
read the expression on the face of the first boy to see her
topless.

"Gat damn girl.  Look at dem titties!" The things were just so
damn big. Easily the largest Jeffry'd ever seen, and he'd seen a
few, they almost looked cartoonish on the girl's small body. 
These were surely the biggest, roundest breasts in Kappa Gamma,
possibly an 'F' cup or something, with light-colored nipples that
looked so engorged, the entire silver-dollar-sized areola were
swollen.

   Faith couldn't help a smile at his praise.  She had long
thought her breasts would be a source of embarrassment, but they
seemed more and more to be a real blessing.  She folded the top
and set it well away from their work with her bra.  Faith was
about to kneel and get back to his cock when she remembered
something else.

"Y'know.  you also got some on my jeans." She thumbed at the
denim on her hips.

 "Take them off too then." Faith was hesitant.  "Aw come on,
girl. You've had my dick in yo mouth.  What's my seein yo
panties?" It did make sense.  Faith started to undo her zipper,
eager now to get back to his cock.

As she pulled the jeans off her hips, she realized she'd
forgotten to kick off her shoes.  Faith bent over to undo the
laces.  There was a *whoosh* of air before Jeffry's hand smacked
soundly against her ass cheek.

 "Oh!" Faith yelped, almost falling over.  She looked back and
remembered she had had to buy a thong to squirm into the new
jeans.  A big red handprint began glowing on the surface of her
left buttock.

"Couldn't resist." Chuckled Jeffry.  Faith smiled half-heartedly.
 There was something very submissive about his having just
spanked her. It sent that tingle back into her pussy.

Finally, Faith had her jeans off and folded.  She knelt back down
on the floor of the study room, in nothing but a thong.  She
reached for Jeffry's cock.  She wanted to get straight to sucking
it today.

With Jeffry's help, Faith managed to swallow six whole inches
this time. He taught her how to bob her head up and down his
girth so it wouldn't make her gag every time it hit her throat. 
Jeffry would occasionally grip the sides of her head and control
her pacing, saying things like, "Good slut." and "that's it
bitch."

About fifteen minutes into the blowjob he reached down and
started fondling her breasts.  Faith had to stop bobbing her head
for a second as he tweaked and pulled her nipples.  A low moan
hummed out of her throat with the spike of intense pleasure.  If
Faith thought she'd been horny last week, it was nothing compared
to now, with his hands actually on her.  Part of her thought it
was stepping out of bounds for him.  Another part knew it felt
too good to tell him to stop.

"That's it slut.  Suck on that black cock." Kneeling practically
naked before this powerful black man, giving him head even though
she didn't really like him, Faith did feel kind of slutty.  The
feeling was cemented as Jeffry grunted and his big cock exploded.

The head was in her mouth this time.  Faith still wasn't adept at
swallowing and almost immediately had to release him and come up
for air. She couldn't be sure, but his load seemed even bigger
today than it had last week.  Cum practically coated her face,
her neck and her breasts.

 "Open up, bitch." Faith opened her sticky mouth and Jeffry
pushed his cock head back in.  "Always give a man's cock some
post-cum head." He instructed.  Faith nodded and sucked the last
ounce of sperm from his pee-slit, surprised that his spent cock
didn't feel too softened against her tongue.

Faith went about the business of licking his semen off her body.
She found her breasts were big enough to just lift them and slurp
up the cum directly.  Once she was fairly certain she'd scooped
up every wad, she looked up and smiled.  "Did I get it all?"

She noticed Jeffry had taken off his shirt.  Then she realized
with a shock, he had another erection.  "Oh my gosh.  I thought.
I thought we made it go down."

 "Truth is Faith, it ain't likely to go down at all anytime soon.
 Not with yo hot naked self here." Faith couldn't be sure if that
was a compliment.  He was just as hard as he'd been thirty
minutes ago!

"But.  I don't get it.  how are we going to study?"

 "Faith.  You about to get a lesson in ignorance." With that he
hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her up to stand. 
Faith then gasped as he gripped her bare butt cheeks and lifted
her ass onto the edge of the study table.  Jeffry hooked thumbs
in the string of her thong and pulled it up Faith's legs, away
from her tight, virginal vagina.  Her soft blond curls waited
with her pounding little clitoris, untouched by the hands of man.
 Jeffry tossed her thong with her other nice clothes and spread
her legs wide around his waist, exposing her completely.  "I
passed trig in high school, bitch.  Only one here to learn was
you."

Faith was flabbergasted, short of breath.  She looked down over
her heaving breasts and saw Jeffry's big black cock pointed
straight at her white pussy.  "Oh god." she gasped.

"I'd say you've learned a lot, huh?" Jeffry moved forward, cock
like a guided missile as it made a beeline for her entrance. 
Faith moaned out loud as she watched the head stretch her out and
push inside her.  She was so wet, she could feel her juices
running into her butt crack. "You've learned what a cock looks
like, how to give head.  And you learned you ain't so smart as
you think, huh?" He chuckled, watching the expression of
amazement and shock on her face.  "What else you learned, Faith?"

Staring at the black rod sticking out of her, Faith stammered.
"I. learned black men have huge cocks." Jeffry pushed forward a
little.  She inhaled sharply, feeling his cock head against her
cherry.  "I learned. ooh! I learned I'm.  a slut." Jeffry smiled.

 "Doin good so far.  Anything more?" Faith nodded, remembering
her first time jerking his cock off.  She timidly put her arms
around Jeffry's shredded, muscular shoulders and looked up at his
smiling face.

"I think.  I think I'm about to learn that a big black cock can
fit in my pussy."

 "Straight 'A's slut." Jeffry thrust forward and made Faith Jones
a woman.

Faith's hypothesis proved correct.  She had been horny long
enough and had her pussy wet enough that with about an hour's
worth of patience and whimpering, Jeffry stuck in all thirteen
inches.  Stuffed full of black cock, Faith felt more complete
than any sorority could ever make her.

 Her white pussy spasmed around the enormous invader.  Jeffry
jerked his cock inside her and Faith came in a shockwave.  Jeffry
started fucking her. He fucked her like a prize stud.  He made
her huge breasts shake everywhere. He fucked her so hard the
table creaked and croaked and snapped. Faith thought they should
have gone tumbling but Jeffry just grabbed her ass and held her
in the air like she was nothing, never losing a stroke as she
moaned and mewled and kept cumming around his shaft.

Finally Jeffry yelled triumphantly, turning to press Faith
against a wall as he slammed his cock in deep and shot his load
into her womb.

After a while, Jeffry pulled out and set Faith down.  Cum from
both their orgasms trickled down her thighs.  "Get dressed girl."
Said Jeffry as he pulled on his warmups.  "We're goin back to my
place."

Faith nodded and wobbled over to her clothes.  She didn't care as
their juices got on the inside of her jeans.  She didn't care as
people stared at her and the huge black boy leaving the study
room with its broken table. All Faith cared about was getting
back to Jeffry's room.

*****************

When they arrived, Faith couldn't decide how surprised she was to
see Kendall there.

"Little sister!  How'd it go?" Kendall was entirely naked,
straddling a boy Faith assumed to be Jeffry's roommate.  His big
black cock was spearing its way into Kendall's pussy.

"Well.  good I guess." said Faith.  There was another black boy
to the side of the action.  He was stroking his big cock,
squirting some kind of lotion on it.

"Outstanding!  I love those new clothes." Faith watched as the
second boy got up on the bed behind Kendall, spreading the
sorority sister's butt cheeks.  It was remarkable to Faith how
the cock pushed into Kendall's ass almost as easily as her pussy.

"Clothes look better on the floor, slut." Jeffry spanked Faith's
ass again as he began to undress himself.  Faith took the hint
and started pulling off her pants.

"Oof, by the way Faith." Said Kendall, her voice becoming a
little labored as the cock in her ass started moving.  "Welcome
to Kappa Gamma. ah ahhnd project Deep Dark Secret."

Faith nodded in sudden recognition.  It was almost too obvious...
 she really wasn't as smart as she thought she was.  "Look at
these titties, bros." Jeffry said as Faith unsnapped her bra. 
Both boys fucking Kendall looked over and grunted their approval.

"Gonna have to fuck those later tonight." Said the one in
Kendall's ass. Faith envisioned the cock in her big sister's
sphincter sliding between her boobs and nodded.  She loved that
they all liked her breasts.

"Go ahead and bend over the edge of the bed, Faith.  Gotta make a
phone call." Faith did as she was told.  Jeffry dialed then
picked up the lubricant the other boy had been holding.  He
squeezed some onto his cock, and Faith watched as he spoke on the
phone and oiled his shaft. "Yo Brandon, we need a fourth.  Damn
straight, she's fresh - blonde, titties like you won't believe."

 Jeffry hung up.  He got up and got behind Faith's ass.  She
shuddered as he pushed a beefy finger against her anus.  Covered
in the lube, it pushed inside easily, despite Faith's tensing -
she let out a low mewling like an animal in pain.

"Sounds like bitch is gonna get pretty loud, J.  Hit the stereo
on." said Derek.  Faith felt the head of Jeffry's cock come to
rest against her butthole.  It shifted just slightly as he
reached over and pressed a button on the nearby sound system. 
She recognized immediately the loud rap music she'd heard a
hundred times walking up and down this hall.  Now that she was in
the same room with it, she could make out lyrics about black cock
and white bitches.

 "Any pointers for the pledgy, madam president?" Jeffry grabbed
Faith's ass cheeks, kneading them and spreading them apart.

 "Ooh!  Faith baby." Kendall moaned as she started cumming around
the two big cocks inside her.  "Just try to relax and.  breathe."
she yelped the last word as the boy in her ass thrust forward
with a laugh. "You'll really learn to.  ohhh! ..to love it!"

Faith looked over her shoulder at Kendall as Jeffry pushed
forward. Trembling as her last virginal hole got black cock
pushed into it, Faith wondered how long it'd be until she was
just like her big sister, getting skewered by two poles.

"Let's hear that slogan, Faith!" Jeffry laughed behind her.  He
meant the same slogan he'd jeered at her and the other pledges in
the cafeteria two weeks ago.  Two weeks it had taken Jeffry to
get his black cock in Faith's ass - to the beat of offensive hip
hop no less.  Were the other girls next?  Was Faith just the
beginning?

"Kappa Gamma rules..." she groaned, the pain in her butt getting
intense. The door opened and Brandon came in - another huge black
guy. Faith would be like her big sister soon.


Afrikanos Kappa Gamma - Part 3


Lucy Keller was horny.  Hornier than she'd ever been.  Sitting in
a stall of the girl's lavatory the hot young southern redhead was
trying to relieve some of the pressure.

"Unh... c'mon..." she said under her breath, hoping no one was
around to hear her frustration.  Her pussy was dripping against
her fingers.  Smoothly shorn and slick as oil, her clit was rock
hard and she should have been cumming like crazy.  But the last
few days had been a reaching point.

Since after the first week she had checked into the dorms at Long
Island University, Lucy had needed to masturbate.  Daily.  She'd
always been a strongly sexual girl, losing her virginity at
sixteen and having her first orgasm with a boy when she was still
in high school.  But this sudden onset of arousal was unlike
anything she'd ever experienced.  Every inch of her pure-vanilla
flesh seemed to have become an erogenous zone.  The touch of her
own elbow or the brush of her own knee could start her pussy
tingling. Watching herself naked in the mirror one morning she
had witnessed first hand the transformation.

Just brushing her red hair back had gotten her going.  She'd felt
her heart quicken, then literally seen her own blood rising. 
Down the length of her sculpted legs, over her tight round ass,
across her smooth flat tummy and all through her bulging breasts.
 Her skin was catching fire, making the entirety of her pale
white body glow pink.  Lucy had then stared in awe as her bright
red nipples stiffened of their own accord.  Her breasts were a
good-sized d-cup, both the size of big Georgian grapefruits.  Her
nipples were big to match - fat-tipped buds with areola that
filled the palm of her hand.  They had always been sensitive, but
now they looked ready to burst - the entire red center of them
puffed out and hard as walnuts.

Writing it off as a hormone thing, Lucy had dressed and gone out
for the day.  But the feeling didn't leave her.  In fact it only
seemed to get worse.  Finally in the middle of the afternoon, in
an act her southern upbringing considered truly reprehensible,
Lucy had ducked out of class, gone into a public restroom and
masturbated.  She had intended to go home, she kept telling
herself.  But the need in her had mounted so powerfully, and just
the swish of her legs as she walked seemed to stimulate her.  She
didn't know if she could have made it to her room before cumming
and soaking her panties.  Closing the stall and shucking off her
underwear, Lucy saw her panties were already soaked.

"Good lord almighty..." she breathed as she pulled up her dress
and sat on the toilet seat.  With urgency she wet two fingers in
her mouth and plunged them into her pussy, realizing immediately
she was so wet she didn't need saliva.  Rubbing her thumb against
her slippery clitoris she had let out a little moan.  She was
lucky this first time was during class for most students.  Lucy
made a fair number of noises in the bathroom stall that day.

Loving the relief and getting down to business, Lucy had drawn
upon her then-favorite fantasy boy, Guy Ayken.  Imagining herself
and the cute southern pop idol making pure, sweet love - she came
almost immediately, and then she had really moaned. The intensity
and suddenness of it shocked her, even scared her a little.  Her
orgasms in high school were nothing compared to this one, sending
shakes and chills all through her feverish body.  And it had
happened so quickly, so easily.  She would find with an even
bigger shock, she still had more orgasms in her.  Four cums later
Lucy had forgotten all about high school.


Thinking such an intense self-session would last a girl for
months, Lucy was alarmed the next morning as she brushed her hair
and got horny. The feeling hadn't left her.  In fact it seemed to
be getting worse. Lucy found herself thinking about sex all the
time.  In class, at lunch and at her Kappa Gamma pledge meetings.
 Masturbation became a ritual for her, then an obsession, then an
addiction.  And like all addictions her need was starting to
grow.  Her hand could barely keep up with her.

She did try to find an alternative.  She started to hope one of
the sorority functions would have some boy tool there she could
grab hold of, get private with and fuck her cares away.  But such
functions were stilted lately, the big sisters insisting that all
funds and planning were being focused upon their pledges
induction gala.

Two nights ago she had gone out boy-hunting with her friends
Nikki and Stacy.  They had invited Faith Jones as well, but the
shy girl had been out, possibly studying for midterms.  The three
young, hot pledges had found a house party easily, charmed their
way through the door and begun a tiresome search.

Stacy had stayed out of the proceedings, referring still
constantly to her affluent boyfriend uptown.  Lucy had been
getting more annoyed with Stacy of late but had her own matters
to attend to.  The boys at the party were cute enough and
plentiful enough, but the lovely redhead didn't feel she was
getting a response from any of them.  She flirted for drinks,
flipped her hair, laughed at jokes and even danced with a few
guys.  Finally she had had to whisper her plan directly in a big
lacrosse boy's ear.  She nodded a farewell to her friends as he
pulled her off to his place.

Giddy with the prospect of sweet, hard relief, Lucy had jumped
all over the boy once they closed the door to his room.  He then
came down immediately with a sharp case of impotence.

"You gotta be kiddin me..." she had whined in her southern drawl,
squeezing and tugging on the limp white dick, wondering if the
guy even had a heartbeat.

"S..sorry.." said Joe, trying to chuckle it off. "You're real hot
but... my girlfriend just dumped me.  I guess I just need-"

"Whatever." she'd cut him off and gone back to pull her dress on.

Now she was back in the bathroom, trying to masturbate before
anthropology. As the weeks had piled up, her fantasies had begun
to wear thin. Guy Ayken wasn't doing it for her anymore.  It only
made it more difficult to push herself over the brink, and when
she did her pussy still wanted more.  More than she could give. 
At this exact moment her fingers were getting sore and she was
fighting off thoughts of Joe's limp penis.

Just then a disturbing image flashed into her mind.  That of a
black boy who had grabbed his genitals in front of her and her
friends a few weeks ago.

"Oh gawsh..." Lucy felt a spike of sheer adrenaline and pleasure
go through her.  About to explode, she yanked her hand from her
clitoris and tried to calm down.  It felt like she was going to
die of sheer need.  She took a deep breath.   It would be a true
loss of dignity for her to cum over thoughts of a negro.  She
checked her watch.  She had to get to class anyway.

Striding out on the quad, trying to ignore the pulse in her
loins, Lucy spotted something strange.  Faith Jones had become a
topic of real conversation between Lucy and her friends.  The
quiet blonde had undergone some sort of revolutionary makeover,
her looks suddenly those of a campus queen instead of a mousy
freshman.  Faith had also become extremely close with the older
Kappa Gamma sisters.  It was almost as is she were already a
member.  But right now Faith was talking to a black boy.  Another
one of those muscular negro monsters who had been so prominent
around school.  Lucy wrinkled her nose and wondered why on earth
a girl as pretty as Faith would even talk to a black.  She almost
lost her lunch as the big brute laughed, lunged and grabbed Faith
Jones up onto his shoulder.

For a second Lucy saw a living image of the sketches her father
had always drawn of black men.  Big, hulking, subhuman creatures
intent on stealing the virtues of white women.  The look on
Faith's face as she was being carried away wasn't exactly sheer
terror, but it was certainly a little surprised. Lucy stood
rooted to the spot as her fellow pledge was toted around a
corner.  The act was strangely familiar, and definitely
disturbing to the Georgian belle's mindset.  But what most
disturbed Lucy about what she had just witnessed, was that her
pussy had chosen this exact moment to cream itself.

The orgasm sent fresh fluid oozing down Lucy's thighs.  She
scurried for the nearest restroom.  She would have to miss
anthropology.

****************

"I caught this one tryin to go to class!" laughed Brandon as he
heaved Faith Jones onto the couch.  The once decadent living room
of the Kappa Gamma sorority house had become something of a pig
sty.  A pig sty covered in cum stains and lubricant.  Jeffry,
Derek and three other black boys chuckled heartily as Faith
blushed.

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"Shut up and get that dress off."  Faith immediately started
peeling off her white skirt and top, looking around as she undid
the tight buttons across her breasts.

Over the last month all thirty-two live-in members of Kappa Gamma
had been 'reeducated'.  One by one, Kendall and the other leaders
had spirited their sisters out to the all-black dorm wings.  One
by one every girl's white pussy was stuffed and stretched with
big dark meat.  Since then the house had become another
headquarters for project Deep Dark Secret. The single rooms and
meeting halls were kept pristine, but the living room had been
shut off to visitors.  Only house live-ins had access, and an
unofficial doctrine now required at least two live-in sisters to
be naked and waiting inside at all times.  Their charge was to
open up the room's back door to any black man who came knocking -
then drain his black balls like a good slut.


Right now there were five girls, including Faith.  Debra the
house treasurer was naked on her back, moaning on the floor as a
black boy fucked her slowly.  Faith didn't know the boy's name,
but had sucked his cock off once. Caitlin and Chrissy, two
brunette sophomores, were kneeling in front of a love seat, both
slurping on Derek's huge erection as two other boys Faith didn't
know fucked them from behind.  Jeffry was busy with Jeri, the
social chair.  The pale, petite blonde was still having trouble
taking more than nine inches of cock in her ass.  Jeffry looked
determined to break that record as he rocked back and forth,
making Jeri gasp with the pressure of every motion.

Faith could already take a whole foot of cock in her ass, a fact
she remembered as she finished undressing and pulled out
Brandon's schlong. Another twelve and a half inch black monster
and the second cock in her life to fuck her.  She had first
sucked it as Jeffry was introducing her own butt to black dick. 
Now Faith licked her lips and got on her knees to suck it again.
Brandon sprawled out on the couch as she got it all wet with her
tongue.

"Rub them titties around it, slut."  Faith had become quite good
at titty fucking, pressing her huge breasts around Brandon's cock
and remembering to suck and lick the head of it with each
upstroke.  He grunted his approval and ran a huge black hand into
her blond hair.  "I think I figured out which one's next."  Said
Brandon, over his shoulder to Jeffry.

"Yeah?"  said Jeffry as he thrust forward suddenly.  Jeri yelped
and squirmed but she was propped up solidly, her stomach against
the edge of a fancy ottoman.

"That redhead we was talkin about?  Saw me grabbin this one.
Looked at us funny."  Brandon pushed his hips up a bit, poking
Faith in the nose as he readjusted.

Faith looked up at Brandon as she licked precum and swallowed.
"You mean Lucy?  She'll never do it."

The look Brandon gave her reminded Faith why she didn't talk
much.  "The fuck would you know about it slut?" He said darkly.

Faith wished she could just stuff her mouth full of his cock and
forget about it, but she knew he expected an answer.  "I think...
well... she's from Gerogia... and she's kind of..."

"Racist?" Faith would have expected this to anger Brandon.
Instead his eyebrows arched curiously.

"Now that's fuckin funny." Faith heard Derek say.  Out of the
corner of her eye she saw him getting up from between her two
sisters and heading in her direction.  She had started sucking on
Brandon again as she felt Derek kneeling behind her.  He was
rubbing his cock against her ass crack.  "Did you always know you
were a slut for black cock, Faith?"

Faith shuddered at the now familiar feeling of her anus accepting
a black cock.  Brandon pushed her face off him so she could
answer. "Ooh... I... " Faith tried to remember herself three
weeks ago as Derek pushed past the halfway point.  She had been a
virgin.  She had never even seen a penis. Now she could take a
whole foot of black cock in her ass. "No..." she mewled, licking
Brandon's balls as the feeling in her butthole intensified.

"Your friend Lucy doesn't know it yet either.  But she will."
Brandon found some resistance at the tenth inch, but pushed ahead
anyway, knowing the little freshman could handle more.  "You're
gonna help her learn."

"unh.." Faith didn't know when it had happened, but Kendall had
been right. Faith had learned to love getting ass fucked, had
learned to love giving up her tightest hole to the biggest
blackest cocks on earth.  She looked over her shoulder, at the
fancy furniture and fine carpet, stained all over with sex.  She
looked at Jeri and Debra, Caitlin and Chrissy - each white girl
moaning with a huge black cock inside her.  They had all learned
to love it.  Every single one of them.  And as Derek stuffed her
bowels to capacity she became quite certain, racist or not,  her
friend Lucy would learn to love it too.  "Ooh fuck my ass..." she
begged, pushing her butt back and slobbering all over Brandon's
cock.  "I'm gonna help her... help her learn..."  Faith started
to cum, the image of the amiable redhead getting gangbanged
flooding her mind.

"Ten inches!" shouted Jeffry across the room.  Jeri was pale as a
ghost, wearing a half-hearted smile.  Only three inches of black
cock were still waiting outside her unreasonably tight white ass.
 "Have you up to eleven by nighttime girl."  Jeri's smile faded
as Jeffry squirted more lube on his cock and began rocking once
again.

"Damn straight." said Derek as he watched the once virginal Faith
start wriggling her own ass along his cock like a true slut.  He
thought about what she had said about Lucy.  And about what Dean
Mfune had told him.  A specialist might be just the ticket.

*****************


"Well I'm officially failing anthropology." Lucy huffed as she
flopped onto the grass next to Nikki and Stacy.  The girls had
been chatting it up in the sun and now looked at her with some
genuine concern.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Luce."  Nikki said with a warm smile,
"Are you alright?  You look a little flush."

"I'm fine, I guess."  Lucy wasn't fine.  She wasn't a little
flush.  She was horny as hell.  Anthropology hadn't helped.  They
had watched film of baboon mating rituals.  The sight of apes
screwing had made avoiding sexual thoughts impossible.  She'd
left halfway through in disgust.

"Could I maybe guess you're still having that 'frustration'
you've been nagging about the last two weeks?"  Stacy said this
with a chill.  But then Stacy said everything with a chill.

"Lord yes." moaned Lucy, not caring.  "And I see no light at the
end of the tunnel."

"What about that lacrosse player of yours?"  Asked Nikki.

Lucy laughed ruefully, "Let's just say he plays short stick.
Short, soft stick."

"How harsh..." said Stacy with a wry smile, "Still I guess that
explains your growing absence from our little get togethers. 
Certainly more so than Faith's."

"Oh my gawsh I almost forgot," Lucy realized and sat straight up.
 "You wouldn't believe what I saw the other da-"

"Hey girls!"  the sound of Faith's voice cut Lucy's gossip short.
 The now bombshell blonde sat down in their circle, all smiles
and sunshine, as if on cue.

"How nice of you to join us, for once."  Stacy said, lowering the
outside temperature one or two degrees.

"Geez I'm sorry guys, I've been so lost in classes and sorority
stuff." Faith used to be bothered by Stacy's attitude, now she
just shrugged it off.   "Are you alright Lucy?  You look a little
flush."

"I'm fine..." said the redhead, tired of hearing the word.

"Well that's good!  I just ran into Kendall and she said she
wanted to see you at the house.  Around eight tonight."  Faith
kept wearing that smile. Stacy and Nikki turned surprised eyes on
the southern girl.

"Me?  Just me?"  Lucy was suddenly nervous.

"Yup. No clue, don't ask me.  Somethin secret maybe?"  Faith
giggled at her dramatic whisper but Lucy felt a pit in her
stomach.  What could Kendall want, from only herself?  Was this
how they cut people?  "Oh and I dunno, maybe you should stop and
shower before heading over?  You do look a little tired."

"Thanks..." mumbled Lucy as she gathered her things and headed
for the dorms.

Faith turned her bright demeanor on the other two pledges.  "So
what's up guys?"

*****************

Lucy took Faith's advice - showering and shampooing and getting
generally primped before heading out.  She had no idea what this
special meeting was going to be, but felt she had to look her
best.  She pulled on her favorite dress, a light green and fairly
lacy material that set off her hair.  Her bright, beautiful red
hair, which she barely got through brushing.  Her nerves were now
compounding her arousal.  Lucy pressed some more base onto her
makeup to try and hide her pinkness.

She did look very nice when she arrived at Kappa Gamma.  Hand
shaking a little, she knocked on the fancy front door.

"Lucy! Come on in!" Kendall said as she opened the door.  "Right
on time, that's great!"  Lucy couldn't help but compare Kendall's
smile to the one Faith had been wearing that afternoon.  It
looked even less natural on the former sorority drill sergeant. 
Kendall closed the door behind them.  And something black covered
Lucy's hazel eyes.

"Calm down Lucy!"  said Kendall as the redhead yelped with
surprise.  "It's just a blindfold.  Part of what the Greek world
calls hazing."

Lucy felt gentle hands on her shoulders, she reached up to feel
what was blotting out her vision. "Don't take it off, whatever
you do." another girl's voice instructed. Lucy slowed her hand
but still felt the smooth silk of it. It wasn't really a
blindfold, but an old-fashioned eye cover, the kind people wore
to sleep. She heard something like masking tape tearing, then
felt stickum on her temples. "Take off the blindfold and you fail
the test."

"All... alright then..." stammered Lucy. What was going on?

"Silence until you're told otherwise Keller. Girls? Let's go for
a ride." Lucy shut her mouth as she was turned around and led out
the doorway of house Kappa Gamma.

Lucy knew they put her into the back seat. Probably Kendall's
explorer. She felt the engine start and the transmission shift
and the stops at every red light. She felt the vehicle pick up
speed. Heard the hum of a freeway. They stopped after a good
twenty minutes and pulled her out of the car, she could still
hear the traffic.

"Go get the room set, girls. I'll give her the rules." Kendall's
voice. A room? Lucy heard footsteps on asphalt. "Here's the deal.
There's a man in the room. He's wearing a blindfold just like
you. It's got masking tape on it, just like yours. The point is
anonymity. You can talk to him but never mention your name. This
is double blind, we bring the girl, our choice of fraternity
handles the guy. You're to go in, and give him a blowjob."

Lucy must have started swaying. She felt Kendall grab her arm to
keep her from falling over. "Easy Lucy. This is a show of faith.
You do this and prove you trust your sisters' choice in men."

"But I... I just..." this was certainly outside the bounds of
southern dignity. Was this even legal? Did every pledge have to
do this? The whole thing was so elaborate Lucy couldn't help a
paranoid feeling that this was constructed specially for her.

"Come on, be a big girl. You just go in there, get him off, go to
sleep on a big comfy bed, and wake up a Kappa Gamma. Like I said,
it's totally anonymous, the lights are off and those blindfolds
are the security. We cut the tape so it'll rip if you take the
eye-cover off. You hear the boy's tape rip? You just holler the
safety word, 'Oklahoma' and it's over. He gets ejected, you get
Kappa Gamma. Works vice versa. We find your tape broken? You fail
the test. You lose your pledge letters. Make sense?"

It didn't entirely make sense, actually. "You guys leave? How
will you hear me if- ?"

"The frat brothers are in the next room. Thin walls so they can
hear a good shout. Remember, you're anonymous. Oklahoma."

Lucy took a moment. Then slowly nodded. She couldn't help but
notice her nipples were hard again, and the feeling between her
legs suggested it wasn't entirely on account of apprehension. A
part of her brain knew it, she had been looking for a cock for
two weeks. Maybe her prayers had been answered.

She was led up two steps and walked down a long cement stretch.
There was a railing on her right and she could only surmise she
had been driven to some sort of motel. Her sisters placed her
hand on a doorknob. Kendall whispered in her ear. "Go right in.
Good luck."

With a deep breath Lucy turned the unlocked doorknob and stepped
into the room. She could hear her own heartbeat as she turned and
closed the door, backing up against it for the solidity of place.

"Hello?" she realized as she said the word it would be a good
idea to try and hide her accent. Speaking in her best Yankee
impersonation, she tried again. "Are you there?"

******************

Wearing the fancy eye cover, there was no way for Lucy to know
that the room's lights were not off. Nor that Mustafa was not
wearing a blindfold. The brutish black gardener grinned as the
white girl stepped into the room. Hearing the twang in her
greeting he had to suppress a chuckle as she closed the door. He
now had ea fair understanding why the dean thought he would be a
nice touch for this southern belle.

"Over here..." he said, trying to pitch his voice a little
higher, miming her own speech as he took the drawl out of his
words. He was standing entirely naked, next to a mirror that had
a camera behind it. The motel was owned by E&I enterprises, and
Mustafa had used this room before. He watched with glee as the
redhead stumbled in his direction.

She was a vision in pure, pale white, clearly gorgeous beneath
the blindfold. Big breasts filled the green lace of her dress out
nicely. The material also seemed to accentuate her ass, stopping
halfway down the thighs of those long, slender legs. It matched
perfectly with the bright red of her hair and he felt his black
cock stiffening. With his apish looks and her assumed racist
qualities, he would never have had a chance with a white girl
like this. But with the blindfold on and the task set before the
girl, it was only a matter of time.

"Um, keep talkin so I can find you..." Lucy was having trouble
controlling her words. She was just so nervous. And horny.

"I won't move. I'm standing somewhere in front of the bed."
Mustafa almost laughed again as the girl caught her knee on the
corner of the king-size.

Lucy stumbled a bit, but got her balance back and stretched her
hands out in front of her. As she walked blindly forward, the
first thing she touched was his chest. She thought she'd grabbed
another piece of furniture.

"There you are." said the voice as a big hand got hold of her
wrist.

"Oh!" she said in surprise. Her other hand found his abdomen and
she still couldn't believe it was a person. The muscles on this
chest were like steel. Ridged and defined like nothing she'd ever
felt before. The touch sent a shockwave through her loins. It
wasn't just the muscles, though. She could smell this boy. He
smelled one hundred percent like a man. Like a male. Fully grown
and powerful. Her pussy was dripping, she could feel it. Some
instinctive curiosity sent her hands trailing up over his pecs,
towards his face. He grabbed her wrists once more.

"Careful, the blindfold." he said. His voice seemed deeper just
then. Commanding.

"Right. I guess we should just..." he was guiding her hands back
down his abs. She felt pubic hair. Then she felt something
impossible. "Oh my lord..." Lucy couldn't hide her southern
accent one bit as her hands wrapped unknowingly around black
cock. Mustafa had spaced her grip out so that one hand was at the
base and the other was near the head, five inches from her
stomach. Lucy gasped as she realized her fingers couldn't touch
around its girth. She took a deep breath as she felt the length
of it. It wasn't real, she thought. It was too big, too hard. It
was some sort of joke her sisters were playing on her.

But it was hot to the touch. And as she felt the head of it her
fingers slipped in a little precum oozing from the end. She gave
it a good tug and realized it was definitely part of this man's
body. But just like his muscles, just like his scent, his cock
was a powerful specimen of testosterone.

"You alright?" asked the voice again as Lucy detected a strange
leftward curve in the shaft. Maybe he wasn't entirely perfect?

"I'm fine. It's just, bigger than I expected."

"That's not a problem is it?" Mustafa put on an air of concern.
This was turning into one of his more interesting performances.

"I don't think it is..." said Lucy. But remembering what she had
to do here tonight, she wasn't entirely sure. This cock was
bigger than any she'd ever imagined. Could she even fit it in her
mouth?"

"Alright then." Lucy felt hands pressing down on her shoulders
and she let her knees bend until she was kneeling before the man.
She felt the pressure was presumptuous, but also felt a quiver in
her pussy. She licked her lips and stuck out her tongue and
leaned forward with trepidation.

The camera behind the mirror had a perfect view of Lucy as she
took the black cock in her hands and leaned forward to lick it.
It captured the strange look on her face as she lapped up some
precum, tasted it in her mouth, and carefully went back for more.
It saw her bright red nipples, straining against the green lace
of her dress. It filmed the unerring way the smell of Mustafa's
cock soon had the girl wrapping her lips around the enormous
black head of it. Apprehensions fading fast.

Lucy stretched her jaw and took the head of the thing in her
face. She ran her tongue all around it and found it big and hard
as a golf ball. The huge shaft of it waited just beyond, she
could feel a greater thickness in it under her lips beneath the
helmet. She pushed forward and sucked in about three inches.
Already her jowls felt full - this was going to be a challenge.
But then she realized something peculiar. A familiar heat, rising
in her genitals... Mustafa watched as the redhead began to move
her lips with a little gusto.

Lucy had never minded giving blowjobs too much. But this one she
was actually enjoying. She thought it might be the strangeness of
the situation. Blindfolded and shanghaied to some random motel
room. It might have been her unending arousal, now pulsing
through her veins, stronger than ever. But she knew at least a
small part of it had to do with the cock in her mouth. She hadn't
felt a hard penis in months. Now what she believed to be the
biggest cock on earth was throbbing between her lips and sliding
against her tongue. She worked her hands down along what she
couldn't suck on, still amazed at the girth and the length
sticking out of her head. Her fingers reached the base of him and
felt his testicles bump her palm. They felt big. Weighing his
sack in her hand confirmed the suspicion. They had remarkably the
same leftward slant as his shaft, his left ball bigger and
heavier than his right. They were hot, boiling. The masculine
odor was even stronger here in his crotch, and it was going
straight to her brain. The sensation went over Lucy Keller in a
rush. Blindfolded, kneeling and sucking a huge black cock - the
Georgian belle's horny pussy quivered, clutched and came.

"Mmph! Mmm!" she had to take her mouth off him a second to moan.
"My gawsh!"

"Somethin wrong?" asked Mustafa with a sneer.

"No... no I'm fine..." said Lucy, accent drawling away. She
wasn't sure she cared if he ever recognized her voice again.
Maybe she'd suck his cock again. Maybe more. Could she do more
right now? Even as her orgasm subsided she knew her pussy was
working on another one. "Do you... know how much time we have?" A
terrifying thought had fleeted into Lucy's mind. It wouldn't go
away until she'd asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. You're just lasting a long time." In truth Lucy
realized she had been sucking on this cock for awhile. It had far
outlasted her other blowjobs. But that wasn't why she had asked.
Mustafa could read the hesitation on her pretty, blindfolded
face.

"Well, y'know my brothers said we have the place until morning.
You don't have to go any farther than a blowjob I think but if
you wanted me to hang around and have some fun..."

"God yes." breathed Lucy, both happy he had read her intentions
and nervous at where they were headed. She could barely suck
three inches of this cock into her mouth. How would her tight
little pussy fair? Lucy didn't care anymore. She had been
crawling the walls with arousal for a month. The smell of this
boy and his muscles and his cock were assaulting all her logic
centers. She only knew she needed release and felt almost certain
this big cock could give it to her. "Would you maybe be ready
right now?"

"Sure, just stand up and we'll try to get the bed."

Lucy couldn't believe she was about to fuck a total stranger in a
motel. She stood up shakily and felt strong hands beneath her
arms.

"Probably have to get this off..." said Mustafa as he fingered
her material. Lucy nodded and started tugging at her dress.
Blindfolded and lights off, she thought. This was kind of like
the ultimate in casual sex. It was a little thrilling and made it
easier for her to pull the green dress over her head.

Mustafa took in every inch of Lucy Keller as she stripped. The
girl was so purely cream-colored she might have been a whipped
dessert. The big grapefruits of her breasts were capped by
swollen strawberry nipples. The sculpted globes of her ass cheeks
were bared nicely inside her thong. He put hands on her slender
waist and she flinched as she shed the dress. He ran his ebony
mitts up and squeezed both big breasts firmly.

"Ooh!" she yelped, surprised by the contact.

"Oops. Thought you were wearin a bra." He didn't take his hands
off, and continued massaging her bosoms.

"That's... that's okay..." said Lucy, melting under his touch as
he pinched her puffy nipples. "Lord yes..." she whispered. She
could see the light at the end of her tunnel now.

"Panties?" he asked matter of factly.

"Um... yes-" before she had fully answered she felt his hands
squeezing her ass cheeks. Again the touch was intoxicating. "Um..
a thong though."

"Oh, gotcha." said Mustafa with a smile. He hooked his thumbs in
the waistband of her underwear and pushed the thong down over her
hips, he had to peel the soaked crotch away from her pussy.

Now that her sex was in the open air, it was all Lucy could do
not to rip off her blindfold and jump on the boy's cock. But she
remembered the masking tape. She could have the cock and her
sisterhood too. She only had to be patient.

Mustafa was inspecting her shaven pussy for evidence of a true
fire crotch. She probably waxed but he felt certain she was
indeed a natural redhead. He started to pull the panties around
her ankles when she stopped him. "Wait, lemme get the shoes.
There's a buckle..." Mustafa stood well away as she bent over and
started to take off her heels. Lucy lost her balance suddenly and
went sprawling on the floor.

Mustafa tried desperately not to laugh. He still let a little
guffaw out as he asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Just lost my balance. The bed's right here, can you
find it?"

"Yeah I think so." the black man sneered. As the naked eighteen
year old crawled up onto the mattress, Mustafa got on and
shuffled on his knees to poke her in the face with his cock.
"Whoops. That you?"

"Yeah. Yeah it's alright though. Um, how'd you wanna..."

"Get on all fours. Be easiest that way."

"Sure." said Lucy, finding herself already following his
suggestion. She wasn't especially fond of doggy style. She found
the position somewhat demeaning, another thing on the fence of
her southern ideals. Still he was right. It might be the easiest
way in their blinded condition. Getting to where she thought was
fairly centered on the bed, she stuck her bare ass up in the air
as the frat boy groped along her body to get behind her. She
couldn't help the sensation that he was copping a few extra feels
in advantage of the situation, but she didn't care. She just
wished he'd hurry up so she could finally get good and fucked.

"Okay, turn around a little, I don't have enough room on the edge
here." Mustafa had set up behind the girl's pure white ass and
now repositioned her so the camera would have a clear shot of the
action. He noticed where his hands touched her skin it turned
instantly pink. She was even hotter than the usual white slut.
"Alright, there." he said as he found the sweet spot and pressed
his beefy fingers against her pussy.

Lucy shuddered in pleasure. Finally, she thought. Finally. "You
ever had one this big?" asked the boy behind her.

"No.. but I'll tell yoOH!" Mustafa had pressed the head of his
huge black cock into the mouth of Lucy's pussy. The camera in the
mirror saw everything, and the camera in the ceiling fan had a
clear, overhead view of the white girl being penetrated. "Lord
that's big!" she said, accent on full force as Mustafa began to
push forward.

The girl's pussy was world class. Hot as a furnace and just tight
enough. He had a feeling the pledge could handle all thirteen
inches. Although since she was a racist he intended to give her
the full length, regardless of how ready she was. He pushed in
the thick part under his cock head.

"So hard..." Lucy mumbled as she felt her pussy stretch wider
than ever before. The sensation was weird but altogether
pleasurable. Being blindfolded she felt her other senses were
heightened. She could still smell his musk, making her head spin.
She could hear the soft squishing sound her pussy made as his
cock kept working deeper. "It's HUGE." she moaned as Mustafa
pushed in five inches. For a moment, Lucy worried her moans could
be heard by the frat brothers in the next room. But then she
remembered she was anonymous. She could make all the noise she
wanted.

Of course there were no frat brothers in the next room. Lucy was
not anonymous. And the thick cock tunneling into her belonged to
an ugly black gardener. Mustafa shoved in six inches, then
started to work his big dick in circles. The girl moaned and he
felt her pussy spasm.

"Ohhh! YES!!" Lucy whined as Mustafa gave her the biggest cum of
her life. It washed straight through the southern girl, finishing
in her pussy which ballooned up and tried to squeeze the
monstrous cock inside her. "Yes gawddamn..." she was taking deep
breaths and trying to recover. And he was still just pushing it
in!

"Like that girl?" if Lucy hadn't been in the throes of such a
powerful orgasm, she would've noticed the boy's voice seemed
deeper. As it was...

"I luv it..." she cooed as Mustafa pushed past the halfway point.
Now seven inches deep, he started working his cock around again,
trying to loosen her up some more.

"Like that big cock in you?" He got in the eighth inch, now
starting to meet more serious resistance.

"Yeeesss... I love your big cock..." Lucy now felt completely
stuffed to capacity. She also felt another orgasm building.
Suddenly she was glad to be getting fucked in doggy - getting
mounted and studded like an animal on her daddy's ranch. The
position fit perfectly with the horse-cock filling her insides.

If only she could've seen the black monster spearing into her.
Could've seen the way it was splitting her white pussy wide open.
Mustafa could see it, and it was a beautiful sight to see. "More
where that come from, slut." And with that he pushed in the ninth
inch, feeling Lucy's pussy spasm once more around his girth. The
girl moaned before his comment even registered and, sensing the
size of her orgasm, Mustafa grabbed her hips tight and shoved his
whole black cock in.

"Yes! YES! I- !" Lucy's orgasm caught sharply in her throat, the
intense pleasure had been suddenly spiked with an unbelievable
pain. "ahhhhhg..." she whimpered as her pussy finished cumming
and then tried to make sense of the enormous cock throbbing
inside it. The thing was all in her. That monstrous thing she
could barely fit a piece of in her mouth was buried completely in
her body. She could feel the leftward curve of it now, pressing
against the walls of her tunnel. She could feel his two huge
balls against her thighs - the one on the left a bit heavier.
"it's all in me..." her brain made her mouth say with a definite
sense of awe.

"Guess so." said Mustafa, holding himself deep inside her to let
her pussy get used to the size. He reached down to press fingers
against her clit, making sure she stayed hot as she took her deep
breaths and adjusted. After about five minutes Lucy still seemed
somewhat frozen. Mustafa shrugged and figured it was as good a
time as any.

Lucy had been two steps shy of yelling 'Oklahoma', having still
not a clue that it would have made no difference. He had timed
his final thrust perfectly with her orgasm, taking just enough
edge off the pain that she was really more surprised than
anything. Though Lucy's biggest surprise still had yet to come.

Sliding his hands up her back, Mustafa grabbed the elastic band
of her eye cover and snapped it apart like taffy. He then ripped
the blindfold, tape and all from her face.

"Wait! What're you doin?!" Lucy's first horror was that he had
violated the rules. Her blindfold was off and she could be
expelled from Kappa Gamma. Her second realization came as she
blinked and squinted in the well-lit hotel room. Every single
lamp was on. She had been had. Some kind of frat prank. There was
no way Lucy Keller, however, could have expected the imag that
greeted her as she looked over her shoulder, mostly to see if the
well-hung frat boy still had on his blindfold.

Mustafa winked at the girl's staring face and jerked his black
cock in her pussy. The slight shift gave the redhead her biggest
orgasm yet. Lucy gasped in pure pleasure. Her brain burned and
danced in shock.

*****************

Lucy was a peach, a beautiful Georgian peach - glistening with
morning dew on the high boughs of her tree. An ugly ape came
swinging through the leaves, making her quiver on her stem. The
ape's dirty hands plucked her roughly from her branch. His
crooked teeth bit sharply into her flesh.

The baboon ate every ounce of Lucy, then spat her out as a pit.
It swung away and left her, soaking in his smelly saliva. He had
ripped her from her high perch. Consumed all of her beauty. But
Lucy felt deep down this was somehow her purpose. She dried in
the dust feeling both ruined and fulfilled.

*****************

Lucy snapped back to reality. There must have been something
funny about her face, because the black man behind her was
smiling.

He was a portrait of every bad thing her father had ever said
about Negros. He was ugly; nappy haired, big lipped, a jutting
jaw, and a sloping forehead. He was enormous; every muscle on his
chest looked as impressive as it had felt. He had an animal's
lust in his eyes, and a look that suggested he was determined to
steal the last ounces of her dignity. But most importantly,
perhaps, he had a freakishly huge black cock. A black cock that
was already balls deep into Lucy.

"Y.. yer black..." she said stupidly, still coming down from her
latest orgasm with a negro.

"No shit. Did you think a white boy had a cock this big?" Mustafa
leered and began pulling his big cock outward. Lucy shivered
again.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to struggle. She was too in
shock to do either - still too high on adrenaline and sex. "This
can't be happenin..." she drawled through the long outstroke of
his schlong.

"Can and is." he said matter-of-factly, "What's yo problem? You
love black cock." He pulled out until his cock head was at her
entrance.

"I..." Lucy felt empty all of a sudden, felt her familiar need
rising. Somehow her pussy still wanted another cum. It wanted his
big cock back inside it.

"You said it ten minutes ago." Mustafa started teasing the lips
of her slit, rubbing his cock head up and down the length of
them. "Hell, you coulda just sucked it but you got one taste and
had to try it in yo pussy."

Lucy couldn't help but notice this was true. She had actually
moaned out loud that she loved his big cock. It had made her cum
like nothing else. Even just sucking on it had gotten her off.
She had asked for it in her pussy.

"You seriously gonna tell me to stop?" Mustafa sneered once more
and Lucy had to look away. She tried to concentrate, to gather
her willpower. This was wrong on so many levels. But as she
turned her head she caught a glimpse of herself in a dress
mirror. Pure vanilla on all fours, with a black giant rubbing at
least a foot's length of cock against her loins. She was glowing
pink in places. The pinkish hue of a peach. "Well you just tell
me when, slut."

Lucy watched just long enough to see Mustafa slide his entire
black cock in her pussy. She then shut her eyes tight and turned
her face back forward. The apelike black man started fucking the
southern belle.

Mustafa made his first strokes slow, letting the girl's next cum
build. It had been some time since he'd stretched good teenaged
pussy and he intended to savor every second. "All up in ya girl.
Thirteen inches, you know that? Tell me you don't love this big
black cock."

Lucy wished the whole time she could have her blindfold back. She
wished she could take back the knowledge that the cock inside her
was black. But she couldn't. It was. And as her pussy spasmed
once more in orgasm, she couldn't stop lying to herself. She did
love his black cock.

The insistence of the black man's voice made Lucy want to answer
him. "Th... thirteen?" she finally said, the number amazing her
even as it filled her up again. Mustafa began picking up speed.

"Hell yes, slut. You love every inch, too."

Lucy groaned as he developed a rythm. "It's so big in my pussy...
i can feel all of it..."

"Betcho daddy warned you bout big black cocks." Mustafa felt his
ardor rising as the gorgeous redhead nodded. "Now you know why
slut. One hour with a black man and you got my cock in yo pussy."

His arrogance should have made Lucy angry. Instead it turned her
on. "Yes..." she moaned. Her pussy had just quivered in a
miniature orgasm. Soon she was having them every third stroke,
and something big was still building beneath the surface.

"And you love it way better than any white boy you've had."

"God yes..." she moaned again. The black man was taking her to
heights she'd never even imagined with Guy Ayken. She was
beginning involuntarily to thrust her own hips backwards.

"What's that?" his big balls were starting to slap her thighs
with real force. Each thrust sent her Georgian grapefruits
jouncing forward. He had reached a pace that should have had him
cumming in seconds. Lucy knew instinctively that wouldn't be the
case.

Her dignity crumbled at the thought and she let the truth slip
out. "I love your cock..."

"My thirteen inch black cock?"

"Your huge black cock... I love your huge black cock..." Mustafa
needed no further invitation to fuck the living daylights from
the girl. His strokes reached an insane speed. His pounding wore
out Lucy's arms and she fell forward on her face, her big breasts
mashing into the cheap motel bedspread. Showing no mercy, Mustafa
pulled apart her alabaster ass cheeks and pressed a big thumb
against Lucy's anus.

"Oh!" she yelped in surprise. Then, "Ooohh!!!" in sudden
pleasure. The sheer alien feeling of having her butthole invaded
had burst the bubble inside her. Lucy's vision tunneled and she
feared she might pass out as her entire body throbbed and shook
with release. As she recovered Mustafa was still hammering her
pussy and his thumb was still in her ass. The mini orgasms
started back up immediately and so began work on yet another big
one.

Finally, Mustafa let out a roar and Lucy felt his cock jerk deep
inside her. She felt semen flood into her womb and she came once
more as she thought of those giant black balls, pumping her full
of hot sperm.

Once his shaft quit squirting, Mustafa took his thumb from Lucy's
ass and shifted to pull out his cock. Lucy's pussy seemed to
cling to the still-stiff member, not wanting to let it go. It
eventually plopped out with a soft *squish* and Mustafa got off
the bed and clambered towards the bathroom. Lucy remained with
her butt up in the air, listening to sounds of the black man
taking a piss.

Part of her tried to think about what she'd just done. How it was
wrong and cheap and beneath her. But the one thing Lucy couldn't
deny, her pussy finally felt satisfied. She had been looking for
cock the last two weeks, she should have been looking for black
cock all along.

Mustafa returned and sat up against the headboard. He clicked the
TV on and spanked Lucy on the ass. "Get up here, slut." Lucy
rolled over, feeling his cum flow plentifully from her pussy.
"Don't worry bout that." he said as he put a huge hand into her
fiery hair and guided her face back towards his crotch. She
couldn't say she was surprised that he had a fresh erection
growing. "Finish that blowjob you started."

Mustafa helped Lucy lie down on her side, slapping his cock
against her face as she got into the proper position. Lucy found
herself aligned once again with the dress mirror, and enjoying a
cool breeze from the ceiling fan directly above her. The mirror
image before her seemed somehow correct now as she took the black
cock back into her pale white mouth. It was natural for her to
service this enormous appendage - the organ that had changed her
attitude about black men forever. A thought occurred to her.

"Who are you?" she asked timidly.

"Mustafa. Your sisters knew you needed an attitude adjustment."
The information might have been a little strange, but Kappa Gamma
was far from Lucy's mind just then. All she could think of was
pleasing Mustafa.

For the next half hour, Mustafa watched TV. Lucy sucked his cock
and watched herself giving head in the mirror. She found it was a
little easier with her eyes open, though still a challenge to
swallow into her throat. From time to time Mustafa would play
with her breasts, tweak her nipples or run a hand along her
flanks. About halfway through he had opened the nightstand
drawer. Next to the bible in every E&I motel room there was
always a fresh tube of motion lotion. Lucy couldn't help a little
apprehension as he squirted the stuff on his fingers and reached
over for the crack of her ass.

He had cum finally in her mouth, his second load just as big as
the one still soaking her pussy. Lucy had choked up for air
immediately and let sperm fly everywhere. On her face, in her
bright red hair. She licked up what she could, loving the tangy
taste. Then she squirmed a little at the feeling building up in
her ass. Over the last fifteen minutes Mustafa had pushed two
greasy fingers into her butthole. He pushed them in further as he
pressed her gooey face back to his cock. "Keep suckin."

Lucy did as she was told again and again the black cock got hard.
"This a virgin asshole?" asked Mustafa with a grin. Lucy nodded
with his growing shaft against her tongue. "Not for long." He
pulled her mouth off his dick and slapped her on the ass again.

Hearing her own heartbeat, Lucy followed Mustafa's prodding and
squatted with her white ass hovering over his big black crooked
cock. Again the mirror provided her a visual aid as she lowered
her asshole towards the end of the giant shaft. She didn't think
it could fit. But she had felt the same way about her pussy a few
hours ago. She never considered protesting. She'd do anything for
the cock that had helped her find her purpose.

Forty-five minutes later, Lucy's soft creamy ass cheeks came to
rest on Mustafa's hips - her butthole fully impaled on the
enormous black cock. Even the veteran gardener had to arch his
eyebrows a little. "Not bad..." he said still casually. Lucy was
staring in amazement at her ridiculous anal feat. She felt like
she was going to explode. "Go on and start ridin girl." ordered
Mustafa as he reached around and tweaked her nipples.

Lucy was a natural at ass-fucking. She immediately loved the
sensation of being crammed full of cock, of working her sphincter
up and down a steely shaft. She came three times before Mustafa
pumped her bowels with sperm.

He came in her twice more before daybreak. Lucy didn't sleep a
wink as Mustafa worked her pussy in every possible position. On
the floor, against the bed, against the wall - by the end of it
she actually thought his cock was a little spent. The black man
left her lying naked and exhausted, soaking in his cum on the
stain-covered king-size. He shut the door behind him without even
a 'see you later'.

Mustafa was gonna want a copy of this tape. He and the redhead
had just logged about an eight hour porno. It hadn't been easy
coming up with ways to fuck her in front of every hidden camera.
One of his best performances ever. And that anal! He might have
to ride out to LIU later in the week and get some more of that
Georgian vanilla ass.

*****************

"Hey Luce..." said Faith, looking up from her people magazine.
Faith was glad to see her sister come in the door. She had read
this mag twice through already and most of the articles had dried
cum all over them.

"Hey Jones." Lucy closed the door to the living room behind her.
She pulled her shirt off and unzipped her jeans. Once naked she
curled up on the couch across from Faith who was also innocent of
clothing. "Howsit been?"

"A little slow. Just two this morning. Caitlin handled them
mostly."

"Do you mind if I take the next one? I just woke up horny again
this mornin." It had only taken two days after her initiation
with Mustafa for Lucy's condition to return. Fortunately she now
knew its remedy.

"Not at all. I think Brandon's coming over soon and he's all
about the new girls anyway." A sharp knocking punctuated Faith's
sentence.

"Speak of the devil..." smiled Lucy as she got up and opened the
door. "Heya boys."

"Hey yourself." said Brandon as he came in with Derek. "Grab that
ottoman, red. Gonna get in that ass I heard so much about." Lucy
smiled and complied, kneeling on the floor and pressing her
bosoms against the footrest that had become most popular for anal
intrusion. Something about the way it propped the girls up kept
their asses firmly in place.

"Just fluff him up, Faith." said Derek as he waved the stacked
blonde aside. Derek had brought in a video camera and was setting
it up near the ottoman.

"Ooh, are we makin a movie?" said Lucy with a giggle. Behind her
Faith had knelt in front of Brandon and started sucking his cock
hard.

"Damn straight. Gotta find out how many of you girls is film star
material." Derek knew Lucy was already a shoo-in. Her webcam
marathon with Mustafa had already made E&I ten thousand dollars.

"Lube up your girlfriend slut." said Brandon as he pushed Faith
off his cock and went to check out Derek's shot.

Faith grabbed the nearest jelly tube and squirted some against
Lucy's asshole. As she worked her slick fingers into her
redheaded friend's butt, Faith couldn't help a swell of arousal.
A week and a half ago, Lucy had been a racist. Faith had helped
change that. Guiding Brandon's big black cock into Lucy's anus,
Faith knew it wouldn't stop here.

"Y'know who is just dyin for some black cock in her ass?" said
Lucy softly. Faith made sure Brandon's cock was well inside her
friend before moving to perch her own breasts on the opposite
side of the ottoman.

"Who?" she asked Lucy, watching the Georgian's face scrunch up a
little as Brandon began working in deeper.

"I'll give ya a hint. She has a boyfriend in Manhattan." Lucy
smiled slyly and Faith couldn't help her own giggle.

"Both of you shut up. Start makin out." Derek ordered
nonchalantly. Faith leaned forward and locked lips gently with
her friend. She had done this with Kendall a bunch of times. Once
with a cock in her own ass. Faith felt a quiver in her pussy and
wished Derek would stop taping and fuck her. Lucy was a really
good kisser, and with the smell of black cock in the air Faith
was getting awfully hot.

There was a knock on the door and Faith bounced up to answer it.
"Hi Jeffry." she said, quite glad to see him.

"Grab the ottoman, girl." said Jeffry as he shucked off his
pants. Soon both sisters had a black cock in their ass.



Afrikanos Kappa Gamma - Part 4



Stacy Becker was rich.  Or at least her daddy was.  Just walking
out on the LIU quad she was a specimen worth literally thousands.
At the moment, Stacy was dressed in what she considered casual
wear.  This despite the fact that her wardrobe was practically a
tour of Europe.  But for people as well off as Stacy, Gucci did
make casual wear.  So did Fendi, so did Versace plus a few select
shops in Paris.

Then there was grooming, if it could still be called that.  Was
it grooming to get three manicures a month?  Pedicures too?  Or
highlights for her shoulder-length chestnut hair? It was always
the right shade of chestnut.  A thousand dollars a styling
session, they’d better get the color right.  And then plucking
and playboy waxing, plus ointments to make her smooth skin glow.

Grooming or no, the money didn’t stop outside of Stacy’s skin.
This was the twenty-first century.

Stacy had gorgeous breasts.  Big, full, perfectly up-thrust. They
had cost ten grand apiece.  They were specially tailored silicone
implants, the latest plastics had to offer.  The world’s top
surgeon had had to perform the procedure twice (so four times
altogether).  But dammit one could be squeezing the things and
still need superhuman senses to even guess the D-cups weren’t
real.

As it happened, Brandon was at that moment trying to determine
their realness from a distance.  The enhanced black student had
had his superhuman eyes on the girl for a while.  Her big,
bouncing titties had been what caught his attention in the first
place.  And while they were a little large for her, they sure
seemed to bounce just right.

The riddle was making his big cock bigger, along with the way the
girl strutted with her nose up.   Sickeningly wealthy.  Haughtily
beautiful. Real or fake?  Brandon intended very soon to figure
out firsthand.

*****************

Stacy hated walking home.  She hated a lot of things about
college.  Walking home, walking to class, sitting in class etc. 
Her list of hatreds had been growing since the second she set
foot on campus.  They were made worse by a powerful restlessness
that had gripped her about a month ago. Stacy couldn’t put her
finger on it, but had a sneaking suspicion that it was because
she couldn’t get a Pellegrino anywhere at LIU.  The only bottled
water around was the cheap stuff shipped in from Stony Harbor!
Stacy shuddered and looked up at her destination.

Low-grade water aside, living in the dorms was the absolute
worst.  Stacy wasn’t sure she’d ever forgive her daddy for not
finding her an apartment. Sharing a room, a small, cramped room,
was practically intolerable.  Even though her roommate was her
best friend Nikki, Stacy needed more privacy and at least three
times more closet space to function.

Reaching the outer entrance Stacy swiped her ID in the scanner.
The door clicked open and she stepped inside, taking a deep
breath to steel herself. As if there weren’t enough black boys
running around this school, somehow the entire hallway leading to
the girl’s section of the dormitories was inhabited by black
athletes and ‘gangsters’.  Strolling back to her room was always
something of a gauntlet.

“Just a few more months” she told herself, trying to ignore the
rap music, thumping through closed doors.  Stacy had every
intention of finishing the school year as a member of Kappa
Gamma.  Then she could move into the sorority house.  The fancy,
maid-tended sorority house, where she was certain no black boy
would ever set foot.

Of course, Stacy had no idea that black men had done much more
than get their foot in Kappa Gamma’s door.  In fact they had
gotten big black cock into a large number of Kappa Gamma pussies.
 Stacy also had no clue that the way she walked was making
another black cock stiffen only forty feet behind her.  She
rounded the corner, obliviously, and headed to her dorm room.

*****************

“Hey Stace…” chimed Nikki, who was reading on her bedspread.
“Steve just left you a message.”

“Was he at the office or at home?”  Stacy’s boyfriend, Steve, was
22 and the youngest partner in her daddy’s venture capital firm.

“He actually didn’t say-“

“Well shit Nikki, which was it?  I can’t call him back if he’s
still at the office.”

Nikki was used to Stacy’s diatribes.  The cheerful blonde just
shrugged and smiled, “I heard a lot of bustling, he was probably
still at work.”

Stacy let out an exasperated sigh, dropping her prada backpack to
the floor.   “Try to figure out for sure next time?”  Stacy had
been hoping to schedule some time with Steve later this weekend.
He was a great guy, tall and handsome.  And his standing at the
company would mean she’d be in money well after daddy stopped
paying the amex bill.  But then he was always busy, and not being
able to call him back she might not see him another week.

The busty brunette flopped into her chair, squirming a bit with
the contact.   Aside from a good wax and smoothing gel, Stacy’s
pussy hadn’t had any attention in over fourteen days.  It felt
like her loins were getting hornier with every hour of neglect.

Stacy remembered something just then.  How their fellow Kappa
Gamma pledge, Lucy had been complaining of exactly the same thing
not more than two weeks ago.  And where had Lucy been lately? 
The Georgian redhead used to hang out with them all the time. 
Lately she’d pulled a disappearing act of sorts. Missing class. 
Missing lunch.   It was the same thing that had happened to
Faith…

But Stacy hadn’t minded Faith’s absence.  She hated that little
know-it-all.   Especially since Faith’s “big makeover”.  Stacy
couldn’t STAND that the brainiac had gotten as pretty as her. 
Ten grand a piece and still that blonde slut had breasts to rival
Stacy’s.

She was getting really heated just as the telephone rang.
“Steve!” said Stacy, snatching the receiver, thanking god he’d
called her back.  The voice that greeted her through the earpiece
was the last thing she wanted to hear.

“Stacy!  Hey it’s Faith!”

“Oh…” Stacy answered, ice running off her tongue.

“I have a message for you from el presidente…” Faith’s words
froze Stacy up.

“Kendall?”  What could Kendall want right now?

“Yep!  Says there’s a package waiting for you downstairs in the
mailroom. Good luck!”  and Faith hung up, leaving Stacy first
confused, and then quietly fuming.

“What’s going on?” asked Nikki.  Stacy ignored her friend and got
up and left to find out.

*****************

Faith clicked her phone off and dialed the next number.  It
picked up immediately.

“She’s on her way…”  she said sweetly.   The line hung up as
quickly as it had answered.

*****************

The “package” waiting downstairs for Stacy was a basket full of
girl’s clothes.  A note on a pink post-it and written in perfect
cursive read, “Dear Pledge, I find myself busy.  Why don’t you do
my laundry? Have it done by midnight, and don’t forget the fabric
softener!”

“That’s tough.” Said the loser mail-clerk.

“Shut the hell up.”  Stacy grabbed the basket and trudged off in
a huff.

Stacy couldn’t stand this shit.  She’d grown up in the lap of
luxury. Having to service big sisters with ridiculous, menial
labor never failed to drive her crazy.  If she weren’t so keen to
move into the sorority, Stacy would’ve told Kendall to fuck off,
and fuck the fabric softener.

“Uh oh.” Said Nikki as she saw the brimming basket.  “I’m sorry
baby, that sucks.”

“I know it sucks, alright Nikki?”  Stacy snapped as she set down
the basket and started pulling off her top.  She’d be damned if
she’d handle more dirty clothes wearing her high-end casuals. 
“Just please, please if Steve calls back, tell him I have to talk
to him.”  Stacy pulled on her laundry scrubs, still not even
close to low-class.

Tight, grey, Abercrombie sweat shorts that hugged her firm, round
ass.  Then a small white t-shirt from the Gap that left her
midriff bare. Her big, expensive breasts bulged tautly against
the cotton.  Stacy tied her silky brown hair up with a clip and
grabbed the basket.

“Nikki?” she repeated.

“Honey I’ll find out where he is, what he’s doing and schedule
you a power lunch if that’ll make you happy.”  Nikki smiled. 
Really, Stacy being made to do laundry was pretty damn hilarious.

“Ha ha.  Just tell him.” And with that, Stacy plodded out the
doorway, supporting the heavy basket.

*****************

The laundry room for the girl’s hall wasn’t near any actual
rooms.  A trash chute, utility closets and breaker boxes made up
its neighbors. It was a bit inconvenient, especially when
carrying an overflowing laundry basket. Stacy had to keep
switching arms because her breasts were too big to hold the
basket in front of her.  She wished she had more time.  She
could’ve just driven the dirty clothes home and had Ermilinda
wash it.

Another girl came round the corner, where the laundry room door
was set.  “I think the laundry room’s locked.” She said, trying
to help.  It only pissed Stacy off.  She hadn’t lugged this load
this distance to get turned away by some maintenance screw up.

“What?!”

“Sorry.  I just couldn’t get in. Try it if you want.” The girl
walked off in her ugly sweat suit.  Stacy glared and dropped the
basket in front of the door.  She had to try, anyway.

Pulling out her ID card, Stacy swiped it in the electronic
scanner.  The light turned green and the latch clicked open.  She
pushed the door in easily.

“That bitch…” she mumbled.  Either the girl had been retarded or
was trying to hog the washers.  Either way, Stacy had won.  She
lifted the basket and backed in through the doorway.

Stacy turned inside and froze.  “OH!” she yelped, as the door
nipped her butt and swung closed.  She dropped the basket,
clothes spilling everywhere – she went back to being frozen.

Standing before her was a naked black boy.  He had just pushed
‘start’ on a washer.  Brandon grinned as Stacy’s eyes fell down
to his big swinging cock.

*****************

Before King Industries had picked Brandon out of juvenile hall,
the boy had been running credit scams with his gang outside of
Harlem.  LIU’s electronic id cards weren’t too different from
bank mag-stripes.  Actually they were simpler.  And following
Stacy around for a while, he’d figured out how to get her pin
from any scanner she’d just used.  After that it’d been a piece
of cake to get this room’s e-lock to accept just two cards;
Brandon Thomas and Stacy Becker.  The brunette looked to be in
shock.

*****************

Stacy Becker was very shocked.  The black boy was simply huge.
The laundry room wasn’t very big, with only four washers and
dryers.  He was only about two yards away, and his enormous,
ebony frame seemed to fill up the entire, clean white space.

At least 6’5” and bound with muscles that Stacy had never
imagined before. She couldn’t help glancing at his crotch, and
noticing his genitals were sized to match.  In fact, as big as
this black boy was, his black penis still looked too big on him.
It looked bigger than any penis Stacy had ever seen before.  And
it was dangling.  Dangling thickly, down close to his knees –
still soft and still the biggest penis she’d ever seen.

Stacy realized her glance had almost turned into a stare…

“The hell you starin at?” Brandon finally said, letting her get a
good look before interrupting.

“You’re… naked.” Was all Stacy could muster.  She should’ve been
pissed. She should’ve been offended. Instead she was just in awe,
and suddenly very hot.  Nervously, she breathed in deeply,
detecting a scent unusual from detergents and softeners.

“This is the girl’s laundry room…” she tried to say more
strongly.  She tore her gaze up from his groin and looked into
his eyes. Immediately, she wished that she’d kept staring at his
cock.

The white eyes in the black face were fierce and intense and
seemed to see right through her.  “I just got back from practice
and all the boys’ washers were full.  Hell I’s just savin a trip
and throwin in my last pair of shorts.  Act like you’ve never
seen a guy nekked before…”

“Well not… I mean…“ she barely caught herself.  But his eyes kept
boring into her.

“Not a black guy?” he actually chuckled.  “Guess a girl like you
would be shocked to see a real man.”

What the hell did that mean?  Stacy could feel some of her
haughty anger rising.  “Well you don’t just walk around in public
naked, civilized people don’t anyway.”

“You callin me uncivilized?”

“God, just go…” she said.  Stacy knelt down to pick up Kendall’s
clothes from the floor.  Her eyes became level with the black
boy’s crotch as she did.

He had just bent over, his powerful buttocks rippling.  Stacy
suddenly felt a deep thump in her heart as his testicles swayed
into view. The things were gigantic, hanging heavily between his
legs.  They looked like two oranges in a thick black sack. 
Suddenly, she saw his burning eyes, looking right back at her. 
The brunette flushed violently, he had caught her checking his
balls out.

Brandon grinned, broadly, unsettlingly as he rose and shook his
head. “White girls all the same…”

Stacy frowned.  She was about to say something especially biting
when the boy pressed ‘start’ on the second of the room’s four
washers.

“Hey wait!” She whined, as Brandon moved over to a third machine.
 “I need two machines.”

Brandon laughed again, “Hell no.  I beat you to the punch, girl.
You just have to wait.”

Stacy checked the clock and began more hurriedly gathering
clothes.  “But I need them now!”

“Then you’re shit outta luck.” He grinned even more broadly,
obviously enjoying this.  “I told you the rest was full.”

Stacy thought he might have been bullshitting her.  But if so,
why was he doing his laundry all the way down here?  The
neighboring dorm wouldn’t take her ID card.  And even so she
needed time to wash and dry and fold these things.  Time she
couldn’t spend lugging the enormous basket through miles of
hallway.

“But you’re not even supposed to be here!” she bitched.

“Shit don’t matter, girl, I got ‘em.  And yo tone don’t make me
wanna give em away.”

“You can wash your clothes anytime!  I need to clean these
tonight!”

Brandon had his finger over the ‘start’ button as he looked over
at the girl and smirked.  “You really need ‘em?”

“Yes!” said Stacy, suddenly hoping he was going to cave.

Instead his eyes seemed to dance with glee,  “Why don’t you take
your top off?”

“What?!”  said Stacy, truly stunned.  Her stomach did a flip at
the mere notion of his words.  “I am not… taking my top off…” she
stammered, standing to feel less small.

“Hey girl, you seen me nekked.  And ya ain’t exactly been
discreet.  You need a washer?  Take off that shirt and maybe I’ll
consider it.”

Stacy was about to pop.  This was extortion.  This was… well it
was extortion for sure.  “I…”

“Suit yourself…” he twitched his finger.

“Wait!” she said, pleading.  Stacy needed Kappa Gamma.  She
couldn’t ever live in the dorms again.  She had to get this
laundry done, and this black boy had her machines.

“I’m waiting…” he said, and folded his arms.

Hating him.  Hating Kendall.  And also hating herself a little.
Stacy grabbed the hem of her shirt and started pulling it up over
her head.

Brandon felt his cock twitch as her bra came into view.  At last,
he thought, acquiring visual.  Stacy pulled the tee from her hair
and held it down at her side.  Her breasts were indeed quite
large.  Proud and haughty just like their owner inside the fine
white cups.

“And the bra…” he ordered.  Stacy had expected that, and it was
somehow a little easier to reach back and undo the clasp, freeing
two of the most valuable breasts on earth.

Brandon decided if they were fakes that they were well worth any
fee.  They were perfect, pale, big and round, and didn’t look at
all bolted on.  They hung just right, sloping nicely above her
smooth, white tummy. She had big red nipples and they were
fattening quickly, which Brandon had expected as his pheromones
filled the room.  Stacy, however, was surprised to find herself
aroused as she exposed herself - to a hung black giant.

“Are you happy?” Stacy said tartly, feeling those eyes on her
breasts. Knowing he could see how hard her nipples were.

Brandon shrugged, “Not bad.”  In truth he was fighting to keep
his cock down, to keep from just jumping on top of the girl. 
“Now the shorts.”

“Oh come ON!” she whined.

“You seen a nekked black man.  I see a nekked white girl.  Tit
for tat…” he grinned, ogling her breasts still.  Brandon had seen
a hundred naked white girls, but Stacy didn’t know that. 
Groaning angrily she decided just to get it over with.  Before he
wasted more of her time.  Hell, before someone came in…

“Hell yes…” he muttered as Stacy pushed her shorts and panties
down as one over her hips.  She couldn’t believe she was doing
this.  She couldn’t believe that she, Stacy Becker, of the grand
Park Avenue Beckers, was being treated like a stripper in a
small, smelly laundry room.

But as she stepped out of her sandals and sweat shorts and pulled
her feet out of her panties, Stacy found it hardest to believe
that her well-groomed pussy was dripping.  The crotch of her
panties was soaked with moisture. She felt some trickling down
her thighs.

Oh god, she thought, he sees.  Those eyes of his see everything.
And now they leered, knowingly at her smooth, sopping pussy. 
Knowing that her sex was wet and aroused in addition to her fat
red nipples.

“Can I have the machines now?” She felt like sobbing and tried
not to look at his crotch.

“Load em up.” He grinned, popping the third door open, pulling
out some pungent sweat socks.  “Do it naked.” He said, as Stacy
was about to pull her top on.  She only groaned and tossed her
clothes and grabbed as many of Kendall’s as she could.

It was difficult to maneuver around the black boy, the room so
small and his body so huge.  Her bare ass bumped into his and she
had to suppress a gasp as she stuffed clothes in the washer,
knowing that now he was watching her buttocks as she bent over
and they rounded up.  When she went back for the rest of the
first load she knew he took a good long look at her breasts
hanging, jiggling as she grabbed the clothes.

As she came back over he sighed, “Lemme help you.”  He squeezed
behind her as she finished loading.  This time she did yelp as
what had to be his cock brushed her thigh.  Big and heavy and
dangling.  He had just been behind her as she was bent over.  All
lined up to… she shook her head and looked up as Brandon grabbed
the second load of clothes in one, enormous armful. “Scoot…” he
said, and she did.

Brandon shoved the last of Kendall’s clothes into the last washer
and then hit both start buttons.  “Soap’s already in there.” He
grinned.

Stacy didn’t like the way he smiled.  Quickly, she looked at the
floor.  “My scrubbies!” she cried, like a kid who’d lost a toy. 
Brandon had just tossed her clothes in with Kendall’s!  She
grabbed at the washer door, but it had locked as the basin
flooded.

“Looks like you in the same boat as me, girl.”  Brandon’s eyes
were dancing again.  He’d planned it, throwing her clothes in. 
He hadn’t been helping her at all.

“But I can’t go out there naked!”

“So stick around.”  He chuckled.

“You son of a bitch!” she yelled, explosively.  Stacy stood
straight, hollering right up into his face.  “Who the hell do you
think you are? You stupid blac-“

Stacy’s words caught in her throat as Brandon pinched her
nipples.

“ahhh… huh…” it wasn’t intensely painful, just two sharp little
stings, but the shock of having his digits on her, the way he had
just gone ahead and grabbed her.  Her anger scattered and she was
suddenly so vulnerable, standing naked in front of this black
giant.  He was staring into her eyes again - she couldn’t look
away.

“ooh!” she yipped as he gave her nipples a twist.  She made a
tiny sound in her throat.  Somehow being clamped like this was
making her pussy drip again.

Brandon spread his enormous black hands and they engulfed Stacy’s
big white globes.  The brunette moaned as he massaged her bosoms.
 As his strong fingers squeezed deep into their firmness,
kneading and squashing them and driving her crazy.

She was terrified.  She was soaking wet.  She was still locked
into his gaze.

“These are fakes, aren’t they?” he grunted with a smile.

It took Stacy a second to process the simple question.  Then she
nodded, slightly and mutely, not daring to break their eye
contact.

“Must’ve cost a fortune.  Damn things feel real.”  Brandon cupped
her left tit so its big red nipple was bulging.  He leaned down
without hesitation and sucked the puffy, scarlet flesh into his
mouth.

“Ohhh!” Stacy whined as he sucked and chewed her teat.  Her left
hand came instinctively to the back of the nursing head.  She
closed her eyes, tilted her head back as the sensation flooded
her body.  If she thought she’d been aroused before now, then she
had been sorely mistaken.  It felt like her breasts were on fire,
and it was swirling into her loins.

Brandon released her and she let out a little gasp.  “Them
nipples are still pretty sensitive.” He said before switching and
sucking on her other boob’s tip.

Stacy nodded as her left nipple became chilled and quivered wetly
in the air.  Ever since the operation her areola had been a
little delicate. Clearly the black boy knew this as he gave her a
heart-stopping nibble.

“Gahhwad!” she warbled, her eyes snapping open.  She was looking
at the ceiling and looked back down, hardly recognizing the
surroundings.  How had she ended up stripped stark naked with
this black boy in the laundry room?

Rational thoughts went running as Brandon grabbed her free hand
and tugged it to his crotch.  “Stroke it.” He said around a
mouthful of breast as Stacy’s elegant fingers brushed black
cockmeat.

“I…” she hesitated as the contact made her pussy twitch.

“Stroke it.” He commanded, standing up straight and glaring at
her.  He brought both hands up now to knead her wet, white
breasts.

Stacy looked down past her chest to see her little white
manicured hand weighing the enormous black schlong.  It was, as
she had guessed, heavy. And thicker than she had realized.  She
squeezed it surprised at the girth. Her fingers couldn’t get
around it.  And she could feel its pulse now, throbbing into
steel against her soft, pale palm.

As it grew, she started to stroke it, amazed as it kept getting
bigger.  She found there was extra flesh on this cock, that the
black boy was uncircumcised.  Gripping the foreskin and pulling
it back revealed the head of it was bigger than she’d thought. 
Nearly the size of a plum.

The cock began to rise up powerfully, so hard she couldn’t bend
it down. Finally the cock head poked her navel.  Stacy shook as
it oozed some precum onto her smooth, white belly.

“Whaddyou think girl?”

“It… it’s huge…” she said in astonishment, now more focused on
his cock than she was on the sensations in her nipples.

“Twelve and a half inches.  Little bigger than your average black
cock.”

“I didn’t know they could get this big.” Said Stacy, wondering if
what he said was true.  Were all black boys hung like this?

“Well if you only seen white dick that’s just to be expected. I’m
probably twice as big as anything you ever seen.”

Bigger… thought Stacy.  Steve’s dick was barely six inches.  This
black one was over a foot – and much, much thicker…

“Go on and get a closer look.” Said Brandon, sliding his hands
from her glowing breasts, up to her shoulders and pushing down.

Stacy followed his instructions, both verbal and physical.  She
knelt before him on the laundry room floor, her knees coming to
rest in a pile of his dirty sweat socks.

Stacy didn’t notice.  All she noticed was his cock – looming
gigantically in her vision.  It looked even bigger down here. 
Seeing his big black balls, hanging ponderously in his sack, she
brought her other hand up to feel them.

Brandon would never get tired of the way first-timers played with
his cock. Stacy Becker was no exception as she worked his balls
and played with his foreskin – all with a look of awe etched onto
her pretty face.

“You like that big black cock princess?”

Stacy nodded yes.  She had been fascinated with it since the
moment she’d seen it swinging.  “It’s unbelievable…”

“Try sucking on it.” Said Brandon, running fingers into her
chestnut hair, pulling her face in closer.  He saw she was
hesitant and pushed her head beneath his shaft, rubbing it along
her cheek as he pushed her nose into his balls.

Brandon let Stacy get a concentrated whiff then pulled her head
back and repeated, “Suck it.”

Stacy’s head went spinning as her lips touched the big black
balls.  Her nostrils flooded up with his musk and as she came
back up she didn’t think for a moment of not doing exactly what
he told her.

She wanted to suck it.  She wanted the ebony in her palm to slip
deeply in her mouth.  Stacy opened wide, pulled the foreskin back
and sucked the head between her lips.

Immediately Stacy loved the taste of thick, black cock.  Some of
his tangy precum squeezed onto her tongue.  She loved the taste
of that too.  And she had never been keen on blowjobs.  Steve
hardly ever got oral, unless Stacy wanted something.  This black
cock she felt she could suck for hours.  Hours of her own
enjoyment.

Why did it have to be black?  Why did it have to be attached to
this low-life?  This jerk who’d taken her washers and made her
strip for him. Who had stolen her clothes and audaciously tweaked
her nipples.

Stacy felt a trembling in her pussy, and tried to get her lips
down more of his black behemoth.  She realized this was turning
her on, more than any other experience ever had.  That she, the
wealthy, beautiful white girl was being made to kneel on the
dirty floor and suck black crowbar cock.

“That’s it princess…” said Brandon, guiding her head.  He watched
her face as his cock head touched the back of her throat and she
gagged. Holding her head firmly, he kept her lips on his shaft
and began pushing his cock in her face again.  “Daddy’s little
princess, buck nekked and suckin black dick.”

Stacy moaned around his cock as he summed up her predicament in
those vulgar words.  The brunette redoubled her efforts,
swallowing the enormous cock head in her throat and getting down
five inches of dick.

She lost herself in sucking him.  She thought only of pleasing
his cock. Stacy ran her tongue against it, she sucked fervently
on its flesh.  She stroked what wasn’t in her mouth and kneaded
his balls with her hands.

After what felt like an eternity, she had managed to suck down
eight inches of cock.  She wasn’t certain if she could ever
handle more, but before she could endeavor to try, she felt his
giant balls clutching.

“Oho, here it cums princess…” said Brandon with a groan.

The first wad rocketed right down her throat.  Stacy had never
swallowed sperm before.  But then again she had never sucked a
huge black cock before either.  Now she felt another gout of the
hot fluid stream into her stomach.   The sensation was strange,
truly alien and she tried to back away from his cock.

The next shot fired got strung inside her neck.  She could feel
the thick gunk hanging from her tongue down into her throat.  But
she didn’t have time to gag as another wad flooded her mouth. 
Her pale cheeks bulged and it was more than she could hope to
swallow.

The thick shaft finally popped out of her mouth followed by a
slobber of sperm.  Free and rampant the big dong fired its next
shot all over Stacy’s face.  Choking she tried to lean back
further and inadvertently aimed his last three giant squirts
downward.

Hot cum flung everywhere, on her neck, her shoulders and
especially her chest.  Stacy could feel it splattering, slopping,
running all over her affluent boobs.

She finally swallowed the cum that was filling up her mouth.  She
flickered her eyes open and looked up at the giant black boy
above her.

Brandon was grinning.  The girl was coated, like a frosted, nasty
cake.

Stacy hadn’t taken her hands off his cock and balls.  It seemed
his last few drops of semen had been squeezed out onto her wrist,
running down her arm. She knew she was covered in the hot goo. 
Its smell was assaulting her mind, just as, if not more, arousing
than the black boy’s heavy musk.

“Not bad, girl.  For your first time.”  Brandon crouched to eye
level with Stacy.  He picked up one of his dirty socks and wiped
the cum off her face with it.

Stacy nearly retched with the smell of his sweaty feet, but
somehow his ill treatment only seemed to make her hornier.  The
washers buzzed. One by one, cycles running out.  Stacy realized
after a second, those washers ran for forty minutes.  She had
just sucked him for over half an hour!

“Why don’t you put them clothes in the dryers.  I’m gonna go take
a piss.” Brandon stood and nonchalantly walked out the laundry
room door, grabbing nothing but an ID card as he left her all
alone.  Stacy cringed at the chance that someone would see her
kneeling, naked, covered in a black boy’s sperm.  But the door
closed and no one came in.  He had told her to start the dryers…

Stacy tried to wipe up all the sperm from her breasts and neck
before starting.  Not wanting to rub the socks on herself again,
she ended up scooping cum on her fingers and sucking it into her
mouth.  She really did like the taste, she decided.

In a daze then, Stacy unloaded the washers and swiped her card
for the dryers.  After a moment’s hesitation, she loaded
Brandon’s things as well. She didn’t know why exactly.  She hated
doing laundry.  It was beneath her.

Like sucking a stranger’s black cock and letting him cum all over
you? Stacy began to wonder exactly how things had gone so far. 
She had a boyfriend.  She had standards.  Why had she done what
she did?

Stacy was three seconds away from grabbing her wet scrubs from
the dryer - tugging them on and running, sopping wet back to her
dorm room.

The very next second, Brandon pushed the door in, carrying
another sack of dirty laundry.  “Brought this for you too.” He
said, still completely naked.   Stacy couldn’t fathom his nerve,
strolling through the dorms like that. She also couldn’t fathom
his cock as it slung back into view.

Now she had a memory of why she’d been on her knees before him.
Just his entering the room again filled her with a sense of his
masculinity.

“For me to… to what?”

“To clean y’idgit… you’re still stuck here.  Do some more of my
laundry.”

“What?  Look… I don’t know why I just… y’know… but-“

“Because you never seen black cock before.  Because I told you to
because you were bein a bitch.  And if you’d done a better job, I
mighta let ya be. Instead I wanna see you do my laundry.”

“But…”

“Just do it.” He said, “Or I’ll go tell some of yo friends that
you need help in the laundry room.”

Stacy winced.  He had her again.

“Start up them washers girl.”  Brandon handed her the sack of
laundry and slapped her on the ass to get her going.

Stacy jumped to it as Brandon watched and tugged his cock.  He
watched her load and stuff the machines, her big tits swaying as
she did.  He watched her rump stick out behind her and the sight
made his cock rock hard again.

He had turned the snooty rich bitch into his own stark-naked,
housemaid. All in just over an hour.  And there was still much
more to come.

Stacy could feel his eyes on her and was getting a little
frightened.  A small part of her brain kept screaming at her to
run.  Run before anything else could happen.  Anything else with
that big black cock.

But he had just cum ten minutes ago.  In forty-five minutes her
dryers would be done and she could leave with her clothes on.  It
always took Steve at least a few hours to recharge.  This was
demeaning, but it wasn’t likely anything could happen in such a
short amount of time.

Stacy began filling the last washer with a load of Brandon’s
sheets.  As she did she felt a creeping sensation all up her
spine.  The sheets were covered in stains.  Countless stains of
sex and sperm and even a wad of what looked like Vaseline.

Even as much as the black boy had cum, it would have taken a lot
of fucking to stain so many sheets this badly.  Stacy suddenly
felt that she should leave the room very quickly.

She hit ‘start’ on the last washer and turned right into
Brandon’s body.

“Oh god…” she said as her hands came up to his chest.  It was
like rippled steel.

“You forgot the softener...” Brandon’s hands ran down her back,
grabbing both her buttocks.

Stacy looked down at his cock. There was nothing soft about it.
The thing was completely hard again, pressed to her stomach and
poking her boobs.  She couldn’t believe it, he had an erection. 
It simply wasn’t possible.  Wasn’t natural.  Wasn’t normal.

But that wasn’t a normal cock squeezed between their bodies.  It
was a black cock.  A big black cock.  And Stacy felt herself
rising into the black boy’s frame, mashing her breasts against
his amazing muscles with the thought of what he intended.

“Oh no…” she gasped as he lifted and set Stacy Becker’s ass on
top of the washing machine.  It was cold as ice against her pale,
smooth cheeks.  She shuddered – chilled, worried and horny.

She had forgotten how horny her pussy had been.  The well-waxed,
well-cured tight lips of her sex were still sloshed with arousal.
 She felt the trickle of her juices again, shaking with need as
the vibration of the machine went through her.

Brandon spread her legs.  He hooked her ankles around his waist.
Stacy leaned back so she could look past her heavy breasts. 
Brandon was positioning his twelve and a half inch black cock
outside the entrance to her tight white pussy.

“Oh god…” she moaned, as it hovered there so huge.  So dark
contrasted to her palest flesh.

“You ready, princess?” Brandon grunted reaching for her breasts
again.  She cooed as his fingers sank into them.

“Ooh… I don’t…”

Brandon leaned forward and his cock head pressed her slit.  Stacy
gasped - then shut up and let him do whatever he wanted.  She
wasn’t disappointed as he rubbed his cock up and down her pussy.

“Aw, princess…” he said with a smile, pushing forward and
watching her eyes as she watched him squeeze inside her.

Her lips spread wider than they ever had before, impossibly wide
around that plum-sized cock head.  Stacy had thought it might
hurt.  But she was so wet there wasn’t really pain.  It just
felt… big.

“My name is Brandon, by the way.” He said as he pushed the head
of his cock fully inside her vagina.

“hoo…. sta... Stacy…” she managed, unable to believe what was
happening.

“I know, Stacy.”  Brandon pushed forward again, the first inch of
his thick black shaft sinking into the wealthy white pussy.

The strange words made the brunette look up at him.  “What?”  He
was grinning, eyes on fire again.

“Stacy Becker.  I been seein you strut around for weeks.  Wearin
all them fancy clothes.”

“oh… oh!” she gasped as he pushed in the next two inches.  She
glanced down again, seeing there were still over eight sticking
out of her. Was it possible…?

“I said ‘that girl is daddy’s little princess.  must get
everything she wants.’”

Stacy watched Brandon pull out a little, then push forward again.
 Five inches… maybe a little more.  She was starting to feel a
bit stuffed. “yess…” she heard herself say.

“I knew before the semester was up I was gonna hafta get you
outta them fancy clothes.  Get you naked and hook yo rich pussy
on black dick.”

Stacy was just then entranced by the sight of her rich, pearly
pussy, splitting around his big ebony shaft.  “hook me?  Hohh…”
she had to pant a second as Brandon worked his boner in a circle.
 “huh.. hook me? on black dick?”

“You got a boyfriend, Stacy?  Some rich snob who don’t pay
attention to you?”

Stacy tried to think about it.  It was difficult as Brandon moved
around in her.  It was like he was trying to loosen her up.  “I…
sorta…” she said. And it did sort of sound like Steve…

“By the time I’m through with yo pussy, you ain’t even gonna
think about him no more.  Look how much bigger my cock is…”

Twice as big, remembered Stacy.  Bigger.  And just having it in
her was driving her wild – his thickness letting her feel him
throb against the walls of her tunnel.

“It’s black cock Stacy.  And no matter how rich she is or how
nice her clothes is, a white girl gets nekked with a black cock
and she’s gonna be a slut real quick.”

Just then the washer finished soaking and went into a spin cycle.
 “Oh! Ooh!!!” Stacy moaned.  The washer was shaking.  His cock
was vibrating inside her.  Brandon pushed forward.  Stacy
couldn’t help it. With a squeal she came like a cheap slut all
over a huge black cock.

“Oh yes…” she mewled, as the biggest orgasm of her life slammed
through her stretching pussy.  Everything Brandon had said was
true.  He had gotten her naked with black cock and now Stacy
Becker was just a slut.

That’s why she’d enjoyed being pinched and fondled, enjoyed
getting down on her knees.  That’s why she’d enjoyed her cum bath
and would like to swallow more of his sperm.

“Fuck yes…” said Stacy the slut, trying to grind her hips up into
him.

Brandon hunched forward and grabbed her left nipple in between
his teeth again.  Stacy loved it and wrapped hands around his
shoulders, pulling him more tightly to her.

She could no longer see his cock fucking into her, couldn’t know
just how much of the black monster she’d taken.  Stacy did know
it was a lot – a lot more cock than she’d ever had before.  Stacy
knew it felt incredible.

In fact she had eight inches of black cock in her pussy.  She
came again, violently, bigger than the first one as the machine
kept shuddering and Brandon pushed forward.

She had just taken ten inches and it was starting to hurt through
her ecstasy.  Brandon didn’t give a fuck and really neither did
Stacy.  With a grunt he pushed forward and yanked her hips,
powerfully against his crotch.

Just over a foot of thick black cock thrust all into Stacy
Becker.  Brandon held it in there and let the machine keep her
horny as she adapted.

Stacy had closed her eyes again, whimpering a bit with his size.
She could tell he had given her all of it.  It was what she had
wanted. What she had needed.  The pain began to fade.  She felt
him let go of her nipple.

“Now who’s yo daddy, princess?” whispered Brandon in Stacy’s ear.

She didn’t have time to tell him he was her daddy.  Brandon began
pulling his cock outward and the sensation was almost too much
for her.

“ah… hahh… OH!” she cried as he shoved the whole thing back in.
He did this twice more, each time bringing her to the brink of an
orgasm. The third time he switched his angle so the top of his
broad cock rubbed all the way down her clit.

Stacy came like mad and tensed and thought she might pass out.
Brandon bent his knees for some serious leverage and started to
fuck the rich girl stupid.

The vibrations of the machine were nothing next to this.  His
cock was like a pile-driver, blasting into her loins.  He set a
pace at which a normal man would’ve cum immediately, but Brandon
was a not a normal man.  He was more like an animal, an alpha
male - taking her pussy and fucking to breed her, dominant and
primal.

The thought of breeding made her remember his balls, and how much
cum they discharged.  Now with each, incredible thrust those
colossal testicles were slapping her ass.  A powerful, swatting
reminder of what fucking was meant to do.

Stacy wore a diaphragm with Steve.  She wasn’t even sure a
diaphragm would work with a cock as big as Brandon’s.

“You like getting fucked by that big black cock slut?”

“Ooh!  Godyeesss…” she moaned, her voice shuddering with his
incessant pounding and the chugging of the washing machine
beneath her.

“You a slut for black cock, princess?”

Stacy came as he said ‘princess’.  She was cumming like crazy
now.  Multiple orgasms firing off every four or five strokes of
his jackhammer cock.

She lost it, thrashing and squirming.  They were making the whole
machine shake.

“Yes!  Fuck yes!  I love that black cock daddy!” her fine nails
dug into his back.  Somehow, he fucked her faster.  “GOD Daddy! 
Give me black cock!”

The way she whined and begged for it was enough to finally make
Brandon cum.   He bellowed mightily and made his thrusts sharper.
 He felt his balls well up and open fire.

The first shot flooded Stacy’s white pussy, she could feel it
pumping on her insides.  The ooze made her cum so fiercely that
she did black out for a moment.  She snapped awake as more
followed and began to get creamed around the sides of Brandon’s
dick.

Stacy didn’t care about diaphragms then.  She loved the feeling
of his hot sperm, churning in the depths of her womb.  A part of
her even hoped he’d knocked her up.  A part of her wanted his
baby.

Brandon kept his cock in her as it finished squirting.  Stacy
took his hand and sucked on his fingers, just wanting to touch
him with her mouth.

She realized it was an act of submission.  But Stacy felt more
than submissive.  Sitting there, in a laundry room, full of black
cock and sperm - Stacy was feeling owned.  Much like she owned a
pair of shoes, Brandon could now wear Stacy’s pussy on his dick
any time he wanted.

“Fuck yeah, girl.  Fucked you up.”  Brandon’s free hand pawed her
tits some more.  He owned those as well.  He owned all twenty
grand’s worth of Stacy’s big white perfect breasts.

“I love your cock…” she mumbled, still mouthing at his palm.  The
washers buzzed.  He’d just fucked her for forty minutes.

Brandon pulled out, her pussy was a mess.  Dripping sperm and
much less tight than it had been an hour ago.  “Do your thang
girl.” He said, slapping Stacy on the thigh.

Stacy unglued her sweaty ass cheeks from off the top of the
washer.  With a definite waddle to her walk now, she emptied the
dryers, switched the loads from the washers and then started
folding at the small folding table.

“Y’know princess, you ain’t bad at laundry.” Said Brandon as she
smoothed his shorts.

“Our maid taught me…” said Stacy, continuing through his clothes,
still naked.

“Good for you.  Because you gonna wash my clothes for the rest of
the semester.”

Stacy nodded.  She would like that.  Especially if it meant she
could get on his cock some more.

When she was done, Brandon pulled on his shorts.  She thought it
was a crime to cover his dick up.

“Keep an eye on my dryers.  I’ll be right back.” Said Brandon. He
grabbed his own basket and left her again.  Stacy waited and
folded Kendall’s things.

She looked at the clock.  It was eleven thirty.  If she hurried
she could still make her deadline.  But then she wasn’t sure if
she cared anymore or at all about Kappa Gamma.  Why would she
want to move into the sorority when Brandon was right down the
hall?

The door opened and Brandon came in, his laundry basket now
empty.  Except for one item.  A long tube of KY jelly.

Stacy stopped folding and watched intently as he pulled off his
shorts and took out his cock.  He tugged it a few times and it
sprang fully hard again.   Stacy’s eyebrows shot up as he
squirted jelly all over his shaft.

“No stay where you are, girl.  Keep foldin them clothes.”  Stacy
did so, facing the table as Brandon came up behind her.

She felt him part her ass cheeks, then shivered as cold jelly
spurted into her crack.

“Unh!” Stacy found it tough to keep folding as Brandon pushed a
thick finger up her cornhole.

“Easy slut…” he said deeply as he worked the big digit around.
Stacy’s white butt was tensing with the invasion.  But her pussy
twitched and her nipples were rocks again.  She was being treated
like a slut. And again it was turning her on.

After a minute with one finger, Brandon pushed at her anus with
two.  After working them in circles inside her he began to push
them in and out.  She tensed again, immediately.  But he kept his
strokes steady, until her pink asshole got a feel for something
black inside it.

Brandon removed his fingers then and Stacy felt him set up behind
her.  She gasped and dropped the shirt she was folding as his
cock head split in between her ass cheeks.

“Don’t stop what you doin on my account.” Ordered Brandon while
grabbing her hips.

Stacy picked up the shirt again, “I… I’ve never had it there
before…” she said.

“Well you gonna, Stacy.  Gonna get it there right now.”

Stacy jumped forward as the black cock head pressed against her
puckered anus.  “AHHhh!” she cried, bending her waist at the
tabletop, her breasts mashing into the laundry.

She felt the tip of it, pushing inside her.  It hurt.  A lot. And
Stacy didn’t think it could fit.  But Brandon owned her.  He
could do as he pleased.  Even shove his massive black cock into
her pale opulent ass.

Another good push and the head was in.  Brandon started work on
the shaft. It wasn’t the tightest backdoor he’d run on, but it
was still a damn snug fit.

Stacy actually tried to keep folding laundry.  But the pressure
was too intense.  Brandon kept pushing forward relentlessly.  
Seeing how much she could take.

She bottomed out at seven inches, his thrusts only jerking the
folding table forward.  He held it in and started playing with
her pussy. Before long she was feeling pleasure with the pain,
and as he started to work his cock in and out, she actually
thrust her hips back a little.

“God… fuck my ass…” Stacy got three cums before Brandon pumped
her bowels with sperm.  He finished cumming, pulled out and
slapped her ass.

Stacy took the hint, took a deep breath and started folding
again.  It had taken some time to open up her asshole.  The
dryers were finished.  She’d missed her deadline.  She finished
Kendall’s stuff and got to work on the rest of Brandon’s.

Brandon left to take another piss.  He returned and Stacy handed
him his laundry.

“When will you need me again?” she asked.

Brandon chuckled, “Oh I’ll be set for a while.”  Stacy felt her
heart sink. “But don’t worry, you ain’t gonna go to waste.”  With
that Brandon grabbed his basket and opened the door.

Two more huge black boys stepped in with sacks of laundry. “These
my boys Jeffry and Derek.  Make sure they get the same quality
service.”

Stacy stared dumbly as Brandon left.  Derek and Jeffry both
tossed her their laundry.

“Go on and get them washers started, girl.”  Said Jeffry, taking
off his shirt.

Stacy gathered their dirty things.  About six loads - and a lot
of it was more sex-soaked bedding.  She watched as the two boys
stripped and revealed two more gigantic black penises.  Brandon
hadn’t been lying, all black guys were studs.

Stacy poured the detergent and shivered in erotic anticipation.
Daddy’s little princess was about to get royally gangbanged.

*****************

Stacy got back to her dorm room just a little before 2am.  Not
killer late by college standards, but the brunette looked like a
train wreck.

“Oh my god, Stacy, are you alright?”  Nikki looked very
concerned.

Stacy’s cheeks were all puffy, and her eyes were a little red.
Her chestnut hair had gotten loose from its clip – stringy, wild,
sweaty… and in some places looking gunky…  And the rich girl
smelled kind of pungent.  As if she’d done a whole sports team’s
laundry instead of just Kendall Lewison’s.

“I’m fine,” lied Stacy, sitting down gingerly, like her bottom
had just been spanked.

Nikki’s look became confused, “Steve left you a message.  He says
call anytime.”

Stacy looked off in a daze.  She was remembering how Derek had
fucked her ass while she took Jeffry’s cock in her pussy.

“Who?” she said finally.

“Steve?  Your boyfriend on Wall Street?”

“Oh.  I don’t care about him anymore.”  And she didn’t.  She had
forgotten all about Steve - between so many loads of laundry, and
so many loads of cum… She had experienced two black cocks at
once.  Her body was the property of black cock.  What could she
care for a white wall street wimp?

“Are you serious?” asked Nikki, sensing something very strange in
her friend.  Stacy was spaced out again, thinking about all the
black boys down in the very next hall.

The phone rang.  Stacy got it.

“Stacy?”  it was Kendall.

“Yes…”

“How did you like black cock?”

Stacy was a little thrown.  But all she could think of was the
truth.  “I loved it…”

“Knew you would!  You just made Kappa Gamma!  Bring my stuff to
the house living room tomorrow and we’ll work on hooking you up
with more black guys.”

“Really?”  Stacy wasn’t certain what was going on exactly, but
more black cock sounded good to her.

“Yup!  Just don’t tell Nikki.  We like to make it a surprise.
Project Deep Dark Secret.  See you tomorrow!”

Stacy hung the phone up slowly, then stood and stretched
drowsily.  She’d figure the rest out tomorrow.

“Who was that?” asked Nikki.  Stacy only had to tell the truth.

“It was Kendall, she wants her laundry back.” Said the brunette
with a smile.

Nikki didn’t care for the look Stacy was giving her.  It was a
knowing look, and a little cruel.

“what?”  asked Nikki finally.

“I’m gonna go shower.” Said Stacy, grabbing a towel and heading
for the hall.

As she did she was thinking not only of the monstrous fucking
she’d just received.  Her worn out pussy actually twitched again
as she thought of her friend getting fucked by black cock.  Maybe
she’d have someone helping her do laundry for the boys down the
hall.  By the stains on those sheets and the size of those cocks
Stacy figured there was plenty to go round.


Stormbringer’s note: Sadly, this is where the story ended. The
author never got around to writing Nikki’s story.