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.