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The NBA Must Wait
By Arc Light (no address)

***

A potential basketball star learns that, "no he can't 
do whatever he wants and get away with it," not when 
Mrs. Fisher has any say about it. (MF, nc, bd, sm, 
intr, tor, mutilation)

***

Jerome Washington, Six Foot Eight inch center of the 
Southern Alabama screaming eagles was just coming off 
an unprecedented ten game scoring and rebounding record 
season. The arrogant, obnoxious superstar also 
considered himself very much the stud on the southern 
campus. Alumni, teaching staff and of course the coeds 
of the school held him in great regard. He had put the 
small school in limelight; and that had put himself in 
the spotlight.

The stud had caught the eye of the wife of the ever 
successful coach also. Mrs. Fisher was the sultry and 
typical southern lady of elegance on the surface. Under 
the surface; under the covers Mrs. Fisher was the 
hottest woman on the campus. Besides her husband there 
were many in the small community that on various 
occasions received pleasures from the beautiful blond 
vixen.

On this hot summer night her husband was attending one 
of the many alumni get together to ask for and receive 
generous sums of money to pay for the pampered athletes 
under his control. Although many of the alumni did not 
appreciate the color of the athletes; the success they 
exhibited on the basketball court and the national 
attention that success brought the small southern 
school made up for their short term displeasure's.

The huge black walked up the door expecting to see his 
coach and his weekly "allowance" that he and two other 
stars felt they were entitled to. After punching the 
doorbell with a short right jab he assumed the stance 
of the typical street wise black. 

When Mrs. Fisher opened the door it took "Mr. Arrogant" 
by surprise. The delightful Mrs. Fisher was attired in 
a short white dress which stopped four inches above her 
tanned perfect legs. The top of the dress revealed the 
beginnings of a white lace bra that barely held her 
ample charms. Her proud lips were coated with a fire 
engine red lipstick and her tongue seemed to play with 
the lips as she asked the cock sure athlete; "Yes."

Jerome, his eyes traveling from top to bottom, and then 
back again could barely suppress his pleasure at 
seeming such a succulent sight. His dick had already 
started to harden as he slurred; "I'm here to get my 
weekly allowance from your old man, ma'am."

Janet let her tongue play with the beautiful lips 
before asking the arrogant and surly superstar into her 
home, "Won't you please come in. My husband is not home 
yet but I would be happy to get you something cold; for 
this hot summer night."

The black slid in with an easy glide thinking to 
himself how perfect the coach's wife looked and how 
good she would look on her knees servicing his manhood; 
her dark green eyes searching for his ever erect cock.

As Janet walked away his eyes followed each step; a 
hardness suddenly overcoming his crotch. The gentle 
swaying of her perfect ass, the long legs covered by 
white silk hose, the six inch black patent leather 
pumps were all having a very intoxicating effect on the 
star of the most dominant basketball team in the 
southern part of the United States.

The black man settled down in a cushioned easy chair 
waiting for the white southern lady to return with his 
drink. She walked back into the room, her high heels 
making a distinctive knock on the hard tile floors as 
she came towards the leisurely lounging black. His eyes 
met hers as she handed him the large iced tea glass. 
She then turned and settled herself on the sofa facing 
the black, letting her long beautiful legs slide apart. 
Sipping her iced tea she looked over the glass to the 
confident stud facing her with a sneer on his face.

"My husband tells me that you're quite good. Are you as 
good as he thinks you are?" asking the question so that 
he will give the man an extra degree of confidence.

"There are many who say that I am very good. Course 
most of them saying that are the young white coeds on 
campus," brags the black man as he leisurely sips his 
iced tea. "Maybe you would want to see how good I 
really am?" asks the stud.

Janet says nothing but sensuously lets her legs fall 
further apart. As he stares at the beautiful legs his 
eyes follows the silken thighs up the long legs until 
he can see the white wisp of panties at the top of the 
silken hose.

Janet notices that there is a definite rise in the hard 
cock of her guest. The athlete is only wearing red 
sweat pants with nothing underneath and the tempting 
sight that she is allowing him to observe is having a 
very profound effect on his virile manhood. Janet lets 
her legs drift one final time exposing the white 
triangle of silk cloth before violently jumping to her 
feet and covering the several feet separating the two 
catching the black totally off guard.

"Who the hell do you think you are you insolent 
nigger!!" shouts the young beauty.

Caught off-guard, and then becoming enraged at the 
insult the black starts to get up. Anticipating his 
move the housewife uses her leverage and pushes the 
athlete back down to the chair.

"What do you think my husband would think if he came 
home and seen one of his team spread out in his easy 
chair with a ten inch hard on with his wife. I think 
what he would think is to throw your black ass off his 
team. It would be a shame if you couldn't continue; 
there wouldn't be that big chance with the NBA if your 
black ass is charged with attempted rape. Attempted 
Rape by a nigger of a respectable white woman in 
Southern Alabama. Why your black ass would be black 
balled forever. You wouldn't be allowed to wash jock 
straps. What do you think of that big man?"

Taken totally off guard the black is totally taken 
aback; he was not used to being talked to in this 
matter, especially by a white bitch like the one 
hovering over him. All he could manage was, "I'm sorry 
ma'am."

"Sorry isn't good enough black boy. What I think you 
need is a little old fashioned punishment" coldly 
stated the white housewife.

"Get that sweatshirt off and stand up when I'm talking 
to you, you insolent bastard," continued the coach's 
wife.

Although Jerome was extremely mad he was smart enough 
to know that what the irate housewife was yelling at 
him was true. If he was caught alone in the house of 
the beautiful white woman his dreams of a NBA contract 
would be long gone. Therefore he meekly replied to her 
orders shedding the red sweatshirt and standing before 
the petite white woman with his bare chest showing and 
the tight hard stomach pointing to the extended probe 
directly below the drawstring of his sweatpants.

She moved up to him looking his straight in the eyes. 
She took her fingers and squeezed his hard breasts 
causing tears to come to his eyes. "You like looking at 
my legs; at my breasts, don't you black boy?"

Avoiding the white vamp's eyes Jerome mutters, "Yes 
Ma'am."

"You would like for me to unbutton my blouse wouldn't 
you black boy?" 

"How about if I took my skirt off so you can see my 
garter and hose. Would you like to see my panties? The 
way your mouth is watering I bet you would like to 
stick that long tongue between my pussy lips. I bet you 
would like to suck on my hard little nipples wouldn't 
you black boy?" 

The beautiful white women was enjoying humiliating the 
dominant black basketball star. Here he was standing 
bare-chested in front of her with his nine inch cock 
sticking straight out making a tent out of his red 
sweatpants.

As the humiliated and frustrated black stood at 
attention before the tormenting white beauty she 
stepped forward and let her hands drop to his cock. The 
petite manicured hands firmly stroked the rock hard 
cock as she sneered into his face; knowing he would 
not; could not do anything but stand and endure the 
pleasure she was giving him.

After what seemed an eternity she turned and sexily 
strutted away from Jerome as he looked hungrily after 
her. She then abruptly turned and walked back towards 
the cowered basketball player and slipped her fingers 
into the waistband and dragged the pants to his ankles. 
Looking him in the eyes she placed her next demand; 
"There is a pair of handcuffs on the desk by the front 
door. Go get them. I might let you service me; but I'm 
the one that will remain in control."

The huge black started to reach down and pull up his 
pants. Before he could stoop over the next order came, 
"Don't pull up your pants black boy. You shuffle to the 
front door with them around your ankles. It makes you 
look like the clown that we both know you are. Now get 
your ass in motion or I'll take the belt to your black 
ass."

Jerome shuffled to the desk by the front door with his 
sweatpants binding against his ankles. Jerome knew he 
looked like a complete idiot shuffling to the desk and 
then back again, all the while his rock hard nine inch 
cock swaying with each step.

He finally completed the journey and humbly handed the 
handcuffs to the smirking blonde honeypot.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

The black did as he was told, but not without a great 
deal of apprehension. He realized that with each step 
he was getting into deeper and deeper trouble. He was 
now wishing that he had not came over to the sexy 
coach's wife's home; at least not alone.

As she secured the black's hands she bent over and 
pulled the extra large dog collar from the night stand 
by the easy chair. Before the black could comprehend 
what was happening the blonde had put the collar around 
his neck. He started to say something but then looked 
at his sorry situation. Here he was, standing with his 
shirt off; his pants around his ankles; his cock 
standing at attention with his hands handcuffed behind 
him and a dog collar around his neck. Jerome Washington 
was in deep shit and he knew it.

As he silently contemplated his situation the blonde 
reached up and attached a chain to the dog collar and 
started walking to the formal dining room pulling the 
helpless black man along behind her. He could hardly 
keep up with his pants binding around his ankles.

Although it was only a short distance he was breathing 
hard by the time he was next to the dining room table.

"Mount the table you piece of shit. You give me any lip 
from your insolent mouth and I'll break every tooth out 
of your miserable mouth" came the direct order from the 
temptress.

With great awkwardness Jerome managed to climb on the 
dining room table. Once on the table the blonde beauty 
pulled the chain towards the floor and attached it to 
the leg of the table forcing his face over the side of 
the table. His black ass shined in the light as it was 
pointing up in a very venerable position.

Mrs. Fisher stood in front of the helpless black and 
slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. Sensuously she 
let her fingers slide each button out of the button 
hole smiling at Jerome as each one slipped out of its 
constricting holder.

As she finally reached the last button hole that wasn't 
tucked into the tight skirt she pulled the blouse apart 
showing the lacy bra. She let her hands dance over the 
tight bra rubbing her tight hard nipples between the 
fingers. Closing her eyes as she manipulated her 
nipples she let the pleasure engulf her tight body as 
she rocked back and forth with each wave of pleasure.

The self manipulation was having an equally telling 
effect on poor Jerome as he stared at the beautiful 
sight standing but feet away from him. Straining his 
neck so that his eyes could take in all the beauty 
unfolding before him he felt the rock hard manhood 
tighten even more.

"Do you want me to take off my skirt?" questioned the 
young woman.

"Oh god, please. You are so beautiful. I'm going to 
come just watching you. Please take your skirt off. I 
have to see your lovehole," moaned the agonizing bound 
black.

Laughing at the helpless creature before her Janet 
pulled the blouse from the constricting skirt. Gently 
swaying with her own emotions she seductively pulled 
the tight skirt over her firm hips, leaving the black 
to stare at her garter belt, hose and lacy underwear. 
Letting his tongue slip from his mouth he tried to 
scoot forward so that he could taste the honey pot only 
inches away. Her tight hard stomach, her beautiful love 
box, her long tanned legs encased in silk was something 
that Jerome was having a hard time controlling.

Janet stepped out of the skirt and leaving the blouse 
on walked to the other end of the table. Straining to 
follow her with his eyes Jerome failed as he couldn't 
turn his head.

In an instance he again felt the soft touch of the 
dancing fingers as she softly took his manhood again in 
her hands. She gently stroked the long hard cock and 
the pleasure that it was sending to Jerome's over 
heated and taxed mind was beyond his wildest dream.

"Tell me about your last bus trip home Jerome. I heard 
that you had quite a ride" questioned the blonde 
housewife and she continued to stroke his nine inch 
cock from the base to the tip.

Unable to focus his overheated mind the memory of the 
bus trip slowly came back to him. It was a very 
enjoyable trip as he had enjoyed the tight pussy of a 
virgin cheerleader in the back of the bus while his 
teammates watched with envy.

"Tell me about your last trip Jerome. You're not too 
modest are you. I heard that you were quite the stud" 
probed the coach's wife.

"We made the white boys on the team ride back on the 
equipment bus. There was the rest of us; nine brothers 
with a brother driving the bus. One of the cheerleaders 
had come to congratulate me on the game and the bus 
started back before she could get off. I took her to 
the back of the bus; told her it would be more quiet 
back there." Jerome stated.

Janet's hardened her grip as she continued to stroke 
his rock hard cock. "Don't be modest. Did she want to 
go to the back with you?" Janet continued to question.

"No. She was very scared. She was alone among us 
brothers. She was very scared and wanted to get back to 
her bus but it had already started back to the campus. 
One of the brothers had a quart of Jack Daniels and was 
pouring her triple shots with coke to calm her down," 
Jerome continued.

"Did you kiss her? Did you stroke her breasts? Did you 
play with her pussy? Come on Jerome, you can tell me" 
Janet asked.

"After she had drank two or three drinks she was 
getting very tipsy. She could hardly keep her eyes 
open. I started to kiss her on the lips but she 
struggled; she didn't want me to kiss her. She kept 
trying to slide away from me but there was no where to 
go. I had my arm around her and was playing with her 
nipple through her blue cheerleader's vest. 

"She was getting more and more scared as I French 
kissed her. She didn't like me putting my tongue into 
her mouth. She didn't like my fingers pinching her 
nipples but I didn't care. I was going to fuck her and 
there was nothing she could do about it. The brothers 
thought it funny the way she struggled to get away from 
me. All of them was gathered around looking at me play 
with her. They liked it as much as I did."

Jerome was getting very aroused telling the white woman 
about his conquest; and by the fact that Janet's magic 
fingers were having a very decided effect on his cock. 
Janet's other hand was stroking and squeezing the golf 
ball size nuts of the star while the other was rapidly 
stroking the length of the rock hard cock.

"Tell me about Jennifer's pussy, Stud?"

Unable to think, but still wanting to impress the woman 
with his dick in her hands Jerome continued; "I was 
getting more and more aroused as she struggled against 
me. She kept trying to turn her head away and I was 
getting mad at the bitch. I unbuttoned her vest against 
her will. She tried to stop my hands; she tried to pull 
them away but I was too strong. When I got her vest 
unbuttoned I pulled her bra down and viciously pinched 
her nipples. It brought tears to her eyes but all the 
brothers were really eating it up. I told her to kiss 
me or I would twist her nipples off. 

Although she didn't want to she turned her face towards 
me and I stuck my tongue in her mouth. She stopped 
trying to resist but I could tell she still didn't want 
me to kiss her. After several minutes she started 
swaying against me; I think she was getting aroused. 
After several more minutes I reached down and rubbed my 
hand along her leg. She tried to grab me hand but I 
wouldn't let her.

I started rubbing my hand against her blue cheerleader 
panties. She didn't like it but there wasn't anything 
she could do. I was too strong for her."

Jerome was trying to concentrate on his story of 
conquest but Janet's petite hand was bringing him 
rapidly towards his needed release.

"Don't stop now stud. It sounds like its getting 
interesting. Did you like stroking her pussy. What was 
Jennifer's pussy like?" Janet asked.

Jerome was a little disturbed that Mrs. Janet Fisher 
knew his victim's name but the braggart in him wanted 
to continue. He wanted to tell this white bitch how he 
stuck it in poor Jennifer's virgin cunt.

"As I was sucking on her tongue I let my hand stroke 
the inside of her thighs. She tried to keep them tight 
but I was persistent. I was stronger; and she was 
drunker. Besides I could tell her resistance was 
weakening. Eventually her thighs drifted apart. When I 
felt her surrender I slipped my finger in her panties 
and started stroking her pussy lips. 

"She kept saying no; that I should stop. Jerome wasn't 
about to stop when I could feel that tight pussy. After 
a short time I inserted my finger into her canal. 
That's when I discovered that this little brunette 
bitch was still a virgin. Once I found her little hymen 
intact there was no way that bitch wasn't going to get 
my black dick. She was squirming; trying to get away 
from me but I stuck my tongue down her throat and my 
finger up her cunt."

"After a long time she was too tired to struggle any 
more and I pulled her blue panties down her legs. I 
pulled them over her tennis shoes while she was moaning 
that she wanted me to stop. I laughed in the bitch's 
face. Her pussy was going to get my black dick and 
there was nothing she could do to stop it. All the 
brothers were egging me on; telling me to stick the 
bitch. As I climbed over her she tried to force herself 
into the seat. I used my knees to pry her legs apart 
and she started screaming for me to stop. As I put the 
end of my cock into the opening of her precious pussy 
she was begging me to stop. 

"I enjoyed being in control of the bitch; I inched my 
cock into her a little at a time. She was sobbing and 
crying and I stopped when my cock rubbed up against her 
precious hymen. I just let it rub against the precious 
barrier while she tried to pull away from me. The more 
she pulled away the more I put pressure on. After what 
seemed an eternity for me she started swaying her hips 
and sucking my tongue. I knew I had the bitch when she 
started enjoying my love muscle. 

"At that moment I buried my dick to the hilt and she 
screamed like she had just been stabbed. The warm blood 
coating my dick sent me in orbit. I looked down and her 
blood was running out her cunt and I thrust like I was 
driving a pile hammer. On every movement that my dick 
struck her cervix she screamed. I fucked that bitch for 
over twenty minutes as my bro's shouted at the bitch to 
fuck me. They weren't very kind in their remarks; the 
bitch was trying. 

"After long last I let the bitch have my come. It 
exploded in her cunt and she was soaked by discharge. 
She kept fucking me long after I was spent; kept 
begging me to make her cum. I laughed at the bitch. I 
got mine. She struggled to throw her hips to capture my 
cock; wrapped her legs around me; but when I'm done I'm 
done. As I pulled out the blood and cum flowed from her 
ravaged cunt," bragged Jerome; conqueror of virgins.

"What happened next Black Boy?" mocked the coach's 
white wife.

"When I pulled out I looked at the other bro's. As soon 
as I stepped away another brother climbed on the 
bucking bitch. After he had shot his load the next in 
line fucked her. By the end of the trip all nine of the 
players and the bro driving the bus had fucked the 
bitch silly. After each got off they made her drink 
some more whiskey to keep her drunk," Jerome continued 
to brag.

Janet continued the long hard strokes on his dick; and 
massaged the massive cum filled balls with her left 
hand. She knew that he thought he was something with 
the way he was bragging about the ravishing of the 
young and innocent virgin. What Janet knew and the 
black braggart didn't was going to change his whole 
life very shortly.

"You are almost there, please go on. I want you to tell 
me how you and the blacks on the team shoved it to the 
white virgin. Tell me more Jerome, you big stud," 
coaxed Janet.

"After the last one fucked the little cheerleader we 
all started over. I don't remember how many fucked the 
little bitch twice; I do know that the cum was 
literally flowing from her cunt by the time we got back 
to the campus. I told the bitch I was keeping her blue 
cheerleader panties so I could remember her cherry by. 
What the snotty bitch didn't know was that the bro's 
video taped her entire cherry breaking. She was so 
drunk and tired she didn't even know why the lights 
were always so bright," continued Jerome as he rushed 
forward in his orgasm.

Janet again questioned the arrogant bastard, "What 
happen when you got back at campus?"

"That was the best part of the trip. We let her leave 
the bus first. She got out the same time that the 
equipment bus with the white boys got there. They just 
stood there looking at the cheerleader stumbling out of 
the bus. Her make up was all smeared and the cum and 
cherry blood was streaked and running down her legs. 

She could barely stand and as she was trying to walk 
away I called for her to stop and come to me. She was 
totally humiliated but she came back to the door of the 
bus. I told her that I wanted her blue bra to go with 
her panties in from of the white boys on the team. 

Although she protested and begged to not have to give 
it to me I told her she didn't have any options. I made 
her take off her blue cheerleading vest and take her 
bra off in front of the white boys and the bros still 
on the bus. The domination was complete; the 
degradation was complete. The bitch was mine forever," 
continued the black son of a bitch.

As he finished his story Janet stuck her tongue up his 
ass and gripped his huge black dick with both hands; 
the pent up cum shot out the end of the massive black 
club. Janet had put a dish under his dick and the dish 
caught most of the man cum as it squirted almost 
forever in the dish. Jerome's pleasure was complete; 
his orgasm had shuttered throughout his entire body. He 
couldn't stop trembling. The man-juice continued to 
shoot from his black cock. 

He had never experienced a tongue up his ass; 
especially by such a beautiful woman as the coach's 
wife. The pleasure was such that his mind couldn't 
comprehend his good luck, or at least what he thought 
was his good luck. What he still realized was that he 
was naked except for the sweatpants around his ankles 
and that his neck was still tied to the leg of the 
table.

As his eyes again refocused he looked up. Although he 
could not raise his eyes his eyes focused on a pair of 
black leather knee high boots; black hose extending 
upward to a thigh high black leather skirt. His dog 
collar would not allow his eyes to get above the bottom 
of the leather skirt.

As he tried to look up Janet grabbed him by his now 
limp cock and pulled him over the edge of the table. He 
struggled to regain his breath as the dog collar and 
chair nearly strangled him as he fell over the edge of 
the table. He rapidly scooted back against the table 
leg to relieve the pressure on his neck. From his prone 
position he looked up. The startled expression on his 
face amused the leather clad vixen. The petite brunette 
decked out in a complete leather sneered down at the 
prone struggling black.

Jerome's face turned to a mask of fear as he realized 
that the beautiful leather-clad vixen standing above 
him was the petite cheerleader that he had just spoken 
about. He looked at the two women towering above him 
and attempted to regain control of the situation. 
Unfortunately for the star basketball player his hands 
were still shackled; his legs were effectively bound 
and he was still attached to the table leg by the chain 
and dog collar.

"Spread your legs you black piece of shit" came the 
short and curt command from Brenda, the leather clad 
cheerleader.

Wanting to become insolent; but knowing that he was in 
a very uncommanding position he pulled his legs apart. 
Although his ankles were still attached he did manage 
to spread his long legs. Kneeling down the brunette 
produced a large bowie knife. The sharp knife slit 
through the red sweatpants like they were butter. The 
terror in Jerome's eyes said it all. He was at the 
mercy of the two beautiful white women; and they had 
complete control.

When she stood again the same command was uttered; 
"Spread your legs."

Trembling, he slid his legs apart. As he did she 
stepped between them forcing them further apart by the 
sharp toed leather boots. The muscles in his legs ached 
as his legs were forced apart at an extreme angle. As 
he kept his eyes focused on the vixen standing between 
his naked thighs Janet walked around his backside. 

In the next moment she emptied the dish with his white 
sticky cum over his bald head. As the gooey liquid 
dripped down his face the two women laughed at the 
ludicrous site. As Jerome started contemplating his 
situation Brenda drove the toe of her boot deep between 
his legs. The pain was instantaneous and massive. He 
started to look up again and she kicked him again. He 
tried to move but couldn't. The third kick was even 
more vicious and drove his nuts deep into his being. At 
that point he passed out.

He awoke as a bucket of cold water was thrown in his 
face. He tried to orient himself; it was difficult. He 
was hanging by his feet; his feet separated by a five 
foot long steel bar. He was completely naked and the 
floor was mud and dirt. It appeared that he was in the 
basement of some older home. Trying to regain his sense 
of equilibrium his eyes finally caught sight of the 
black leather boots as they made their way across the 
dirt floor.

"My boots are dirty. Clean them black boy" Brenda 
stated as she raised her legs so that the boots would 
be level with Jerome's face.

Having no alternative he stuck his tongue out and 
started cleaning the boots. She turned and walked away; 
the back of her black nylons and tight black leather 
skirt causing a slight hardening of his long black 
cock.

When Brenda reached the door to Jerome's make shift 
dungeon Janet appeared in red leather hot pants and a 
white blouse opened to the middle of her beautiful 
tight stomach. She wore no bra and she and Brenda 
embraced in a deep French kiss; each tongue dueling 
with the other. 

They held each other tight and explored each other's 
tight and succulent bodies. As they rubbed against each 
other Janet grabbed Brenda, the smaller of the two 
beautiful women and pulled her tight against the 
inseparable bodies. They continued to tongue each other 
while using their hands to excite each other.

All Jerome could do was observe. His inverted position 
caused the blood to run to his head and he was feeling 
faint. After an eternity both woman looked over at the 
suspended black athlete and smiled. His large cock had 
started to harden and they walked to where he was tied 
to the steel bar. Janet went around the back of him 
while Brenda walked up to where he was straining to see 
the Lesbian love scene.

Jerome's head was at the same level as Brenda's fiery 
cunt. All that separated the two was the leather skirt. 
When Brenda was directly in front of him she coyly 
asked, "Would you like to suck my Pussy Black Boy?"

Jerome, fighting to remain conscious, merely shook his 
head.

Brenda, ever so slowly tugged the tight black leather 
skirt up. Jerome's eyes became very focused and he 
anxiously awaited the beautiful sight that was nearing 
his sight of vision. As the black leather crept up the 
succulent legs the partially shaved pussy lips came 
into view. They were even more delightful than Jerome 
remembered them in his memory bank the night that he 
raped the then innocent young white woman.

When Brenda had pulled the skirt high enough for the 
black to begin his tongue bath she stepped forward and 
instantly the black's tongue darted forward to taste 
the delicacy awaiting it. The fragrance was fresh and 
the dew tasted like honey. The black eagerly sucked on 
the tender young pussy lips.

Behind the licking black Janet had taken a small dildo 
from the back pocket of her red leather hot pants and 
slowly inserted the tip into the asshole of the hanging 
arrogant black man. Jerome was startled at first but 
slowly the gentle insertion brought an unknown pleasure 
to the big man on campus.

What Jerome could not see was the xacto knife that 
Brenda had hidden in her bra. She took the razor sharp 
knife from its sheath and handed the deadly hobby knife 
to her lover, the vivacious Janet Fisher, wife of the 
most winning coach in the South. After handing the 
knife to her lover she grabbed the long black shaft 
that was at her eye level and slowly stroked the 
massive weapon that took her maidenhood. As the large 
club became hard she put the tip between her pert and 
proud lips and sensuously kissed the massive organ. 

The sensation was almost more than the hanging black 
could stand. His head throbbed from the invert position 
and the sensations of his cock being stroked, kissed 
and sucked along with the whirring dildo in his ass was 
bringing the heretofore insolent black to a near 
orgasm. As the pleasure increased he sucked harder on 
the moistening pussy lips and the rock hard clit 
guarding the precious passageway.

As the organ became blood engorged Brenda retrieved the 
xacto Knife and rubbed the sharpened tip along the hard 
cock. Jerome could not identify the pleasurable 
sensation at first; the upright position had caused him 
untold anguish.

Brenda continued to rub the razor sharp knife along the 
shaft. The sharp tip was breaking the outer layer of 
skin and a thin line of blood flowed from the small and 
thin cut. Once she had traveled the entire length of 
the nine inch cock she started back at the base and 
continued to drag the knife the entire distance letting 
it slide over the thick layer of skin before preceding 
to the tip. The tip was far smoother and Jerome started 
screaming in agony as the blade cut small incisions 
into the sensitive head of the massive man weapon.

As Jerome continued to scream Brenda stepped closer so 
that her cunt could muffle the screams of agony while 
she continued her task of filiating the cock of the man 
who had taken her womanhood.

Her accomplice; the sensuous Mrs. Janet Fisher had 
replaced the small pleasure giving dildo with a massive 
dildo with sharp steel studs on it. She did not slowly 
insert the larger dildo but drove it home in one quick 
sharp movement.

Jerome had never felt such pain. Jerome was never 
before in the position of being on the receiving end of 
such treatment. The agony continued until the blood was 
streaming down the chest of the severely wounded man. 
At this point the blade was being inserted about one 
eighth of an inch; the agony unbearable.

On the moment that Jerome lost consciousness Brenda 
reached her orgasm from the screaming and biting 
prisoner of her revenge.

Stepping backwards Brenda collapsed in the dirt and mud 
and fell backward into the muck. Her legs had grown 
weary from the orgasm and the tautness while she 
completed her revenge; and was rewarded by the orgasm 
that she so desperately sought.

Mrs. Janet Fisher looked over the crushed testicles of 
their victim at the beautiful brunette laying in the 
dirt and the mud in front of the swaying black man; or 
at least what used to be a man.

Janet was aroused at the petite brunette dressed in 
black leather. The skirt pulled up to her waist 
exposing the neatly shaved pussy framed by dark hose 
and garter belt. The black leather boots pulled up 
nearly to her breasts.

The night was young; and so was Brenda. 

Jerome was found outside the team's dorm the next 
morning. He dropped out of school and was never seen 
again around the classic Southern Campus.

Mrs. Janet Fisher still has season tickets. She is 
partial to the cheerleaders.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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