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Class 5t

By: dnchapman



I see him across the room on this, the first day of college. Black hair, messy, slight bruise to his cheek (knees scuffed, too: he'd fallen over, I guess); a click with his tongue when he's distracted; mark on his bottom lip from biting it; stubble; large hands. He doesn't look like he especially knows anyone and I certainly don't recognize him from school or around here. He is vaguely paying attention to the guy, a new headteacher, introducing us to the wonderful world of college, but only vaguely. Tongue click, eyes darting, hands rubbing knuckles (raw from the falling over). Hair just that bit too perfectly ruffled to be natural bed hair, right?

And me: grey eyes, blond hair, no beard, tubby without being fat, jeans too small and top too big, and already that whisper of regret: why had I not dressed better for the first day? Why was I here and not working? I'd been offered full-time work at my dad's place, so...

But not for now. Thoughts put away as we walk to our first classes and he walks my way, just ahead, casually scanning numbers on the doors to make sure he's going to the right place. We get there in the end, and he strides in with me close behind. The only one behind in fact, as I discover when I enter the room, too.

It's dark and no-one is there but us. He is sat at a desk about halfway back in the classroom, and I follow suit, taking one a few places down to the left from him. I put my bag away under my seat and go to make small talk (why? I *hate* small talk!) when he whips out his phone and starts playing with that. It's cute, the way he bites his lip as he scrolls whatever it is he is reading, and I pretend to have not noticed, busying myself with putting pens, paper, that sort of stuff onto my desk. It takes me about five times longer than usual as I am trying to think of a way to get a conversation started as I do it, but nothing pops into mind.

He's cute though. Like, cuter than any boy I think I have seen before; certainly than any at school had been, or at least cuter than those out. The closets had been nervously obvious once you looked closer and that could be fun: the rush of danger when you were sucked deep on the school field, or making out in the changing rooms' showers just before the other boys returned from their sports lesson. But then it would never be mentioned again, upon very explicit threat of harm, or just not even talked about, and they'd be there with girls who doted on them, eyes wide with mascara and lips wanting to take them deep as I had just hours before. Or maybe that was just me, seeing the tartan skirts and making assumptions. My older brother, straight, was into that sort of porn: needy college girls, all white shirts with few buttons and short, tartan skirts just begging to be hitched up, but I was always looking at the men with their hairless chests and the fact they had way more fun than the women ever seemed to. Porn was fucked up, I knew that much.

Five minutes? Ten minutes? More? We seem to have been sat here for a while now, and still no teacher. He puts away his phone, sighing and absently rubbing the bruise on his cheek and resting his hand over his trousers. I try not to look, but it's hard (and yes, I mean that in both senses).

"You here for German, right?"

He sounds thinner in his voice than I expected, which probably makes no sense, but whatever. He's pushing that hair back out of his eyes and looks uncertain.

"Yes," I say, my own voice sounding deep and steady despite my chest contracting. "Ja." A beat. "Erm, yes."

"Right." He looks back to the front of the class. "Wonder where she is?"

The teacher, he means. Frau Schenteur, the sort of person you thought you'd only see in old films about college but there she was, twinset and pearls and bad teeth. Really, really bad teeth.

"I dunno," I said. "She's normally on time." He looks confused. "I had her last year of school, she moved with my class."

"Ah," he says. "I'm new here. Moved over the summer with Dad."

I knew I hadn't seen him before. I'd have remembered.

"It's okay round here I guess," he continues. "Cinema's alright. City's okay."

"Yeah, it's okay," I nod. I've only ever lived here, but sure. It's home, and that's alright. I don't want to stay here forever though. My dad and mum were born here, lived here since then, but I want to... go. To live elsewhere, one day. There is more to life than just one place, but try telling them that. It's all raised voices and disappointment and my dad saying I'll find a nice girl around here, and my mum wincing as she makes eye contact with me across the dining room table and we share the knowledge, secretly, that it's not a girl I want to be finding, and not necessarily a nice boy, either. Just one who does the right-slash-nice things in the right-slash-nice places.

And here I am, thinking on that and not even noticing as he is looking straight at me and smiling a bit.

"Clubs are shit though," he says, almost challenging me.

He's right: two nightclubs, full of underage drinkers and smokers and virgins craving that first hit of sex, and music they may as well be streaming straight from the radio. All straight, of course.

"All straight, of course," he sighs, and I blink as I realize he's echoed my exact words from my head. It's unnerving. I must look shell-shocked because he mouths: "Yes. I'm gay."

I go to answer, when the door opens and a confused man pops in: "Oh, sorry, I've booked this out? Room 5t, right?"

"Oh!" Cute boy (Correction: cute *gay* boy!) mutters. "Sorry, I got the wrong room."

We leave, find 5v, and so the class begins with an angry Frau Schenteur. If I didn't know what "late" was in German before, I was going to be well informed very shortly, I suspected.

*

The morning is dull and long, the afternoon duller and longer, as introductory class follows introductory class. We are given huge heaps of paper outlining our courses and what to expect, and a couple of teachers give us homework, which creates much groaning from us and much anger from them ("If you can't hack it this early, shut up and get the hell out of my class," as one of them puts so eloquently).

I'm not going to lie here and say that I had almost forgotten about Cute Gay Boy by now, as he's been dotting in my mind's eye ever since we spoke earlier, but sure, he has been pushed back slightly and I am trying not to get too excited. Just because we're both gay, it doesn't mean anything. So are other boys, and they're mostly not into me, though there are a couple I rather fancy. Maybe a boyfriend for one, though the other? Just fun.

I'm not thinking about him as I go to walk home, t-shirt slightly damp with the heat, rucksack slung over one shoulder, when I feel a tap on my other shoulder. I swing round, and it's him.

"Hi," I say, and he says nothing, but smiles and holds my eyes as he walks away. He turns away and I'm just left there, slightly baffled, when he turns his head back and smiles a smug grin then walks off, and I can tell he wants me to follow him now. 

And so I do. Of course I bloody do, because fuck, look at him.

He walks to the classroom from earlier, 5t, and knocks. No reply, so he slides in and I follow, dumbly, confused as to his aims but hopeful of his purpose. I'm known as out, so maybe he's heard? God knows.

Once I'm inside the class, I can't see him, but then hear him from behind, clicking shut the door and locking it, making certain the blinds are down and that no-one can see inside.

"Good," he says, and sits on a desk, "now we can talk."

I awkwardly sit on a seat and stare up at him, like a pupil before a teacher: "We can?"

"This is how it's going to work. You and me? Not a relationship, no way, no how. But. Fun, right? We can do that."

"I..." But he holds up a finger and shushes me.

"No, no talking." He holds up three fingers and slowly ticks them off. "One? Yes, I know you're gay, you're about the only decent-looking out one here. Two? You can say about this, you can tell about this, you can brag about this afterwards, but it doesn't mean I'm going to fuck you again. But it also doesn't mean I won't. Three?" His finger hovers over the last remaining one he has hovering in the air. "Three? Have fun."

It feels like I've just blinked before those trousers of his are off and I can see a thick, tight bulge beneath faded-black boxer shorts. I must just be staring, because he rolls his eyes: "Well go on then, take the fucking initiative!"

I almost nod apologetically, but walk over, eager, and go to bend down to touch him, when he pushes me away: "Like fuck you can have me just like this. You need to wait, you little shit."

I look a bit wounded, or I guess I must anyway as he blows me a kiss and pushes me back again, standing up now and taking off his top in one, practiced move, and then sliding a hand down his boxer shorts, eyes closing and lip bitten as he groans theatrically and I can see the outline of his shaft grow fatter and thicker.

I go to touch myself, but almost with a sixth sense he moves over and slaps away my hand: "No. You don't get to yet."

He sits down in front of me and peels his boxer shorts off, his fat cock thudding on the floor. It's not the biggest I've ever seen or taken, but it's smooth, clean, healthy-looking head and neatly trimmed with just the right shaped balls for sucking. He spits on his hand aggressively, and slowly stands to massage his shaft, stroking up and down rhythmically whilst keeping his eyes on me.

It's fucking hot, and I can feel myself grow harder and harder as his strokes up the pace and his face changes from acting horny to definite enjoyment and for a moment, he loses himself in the wank.

I go again to play with myself, when he darts another, angry glance at me: "Don't you fucking dare." And his head pulls back and the Adam's Apple in his throat bobs and he wanks his cock harder and faster now, firmer, leaving imprints on that perfectly dark skin of his, his chest tightening as his breathing increases and those first waves of wanting to release pass over him.

His breathing is heavier now, and I feel myself growing frustrated and aching to touch myself and wanting to take him. He is lost in himself now, and his masturbation and moaning and that slap of wet spit and damp skin as he wanks his cock harder still.

"Mmmm," he teases. "I mean, this feels fucking good. I don't think you know how good it is."

"It looks..." I pause, waiting for the command to be silent, but none comes so I carry on. "It looks hard. And hot." His eyes close again and his strokes quickly; this is turning him on, I can tell. "Look how fucking hard you are," I say, growing bolder. "Look how hard your fat, wet cock is. Look how fucking hard you are; how much you want this. Look at your dick, achingly big and just wanting to shoot its hot, sticky load all over your body and chest and skin and hands. How much you want to fucking cum for me." His lip is bitten again. "You like me watching, do you? You like me watching as you stroke that hard, fat cock of yours, eh? As you ache to cum hard and show me how fucking hot you can be? Is that what you—"

But I don't get any further as, horny as hell and possessed almost, he arches up now and crawls over to me, roughly pulling down my jeans and pants in one, swift move, and without waiting for permission, he pulls up my erect cock and takes it deep into his mouth, wet and covered in heat as he sucks and fucks it with his tongue, his lips, his spit.

And it's fine. It's okay. It's... nice? Sure. But not amazing; not mind-blowing or outstanding. It's just okay. But he can do better, and I know that I can. I grab his shoulders roughly and push him deeper onto me, making him take that cock of mine further into his mouth and throat. I jerk him forward and back, fucking his face with my dick and shaft, and I see his eyes turn from confused to aroused. This is a new one on him, I can tell.

Good.

I push him back now, my cock literally dripping with spit, and see him laying on the lino floor, curious. Animal-like, I growl and push him down again, then start to wank that cock of his, firm in my hand and hard, and then I go on: my mouth, taking it deep and applying hard, heavy pressure.

"Fuck!" he says, loudly, forgetting himself, and I smile that sickly, smug grin of mine as I start to jerk the base of his shaft with one hand, whilst my mouth and tongue go to work on his head, flitting his slit so I can taste his sweet precum, easing the motion of my head and tongue to focus more on his tip, sucking it hard and wet, teasing out those waves of desire that his clenching hands tell me he's feeling.

I move quickly, in a flash, to his balls, and play with them in my mouth, sucking them individually and licking around them whilst a free hand jerks his cock still, slower now as I suck his balls harder and tighter and his whole chest judders. I move back to his cock and bob my entire head over it, taking it deep and hard and firm and fast and wet and hot and, fuck, he's swelling before my very eyes and he looks surprised that I have the control now.

I pull of it and wank it hard, rubbing spit off my chin: "You fucking like that, don't you? You're going to give me your fucking cum, all over my tongue." And that's that: declared now, an intention, and I know it won't be long.

I put my mouth over it again, pushing and pulling hard on his cock head, fat and firm and ready, and my tongue and heart both quiver as I sense it swell and grow harder, so I increase the speed of my strokes and the tightness around his cock with my fingers, and then he is moaning and his entire body arches up and he pauses, a breath stuck in his throat, before...

... yes. He cums, hard, needy, coating my tongue and lips with fat, white globs of spunk which I greedily swallow, arching back onto his cock to suck him more, teasing out even last drop, draining his balls, making him swear loudly with intensity as my tongue plays with his slit, so sensitive and wet.

Once I'm done and I've pulled back, I notice how still he is on the ground, staring upwards and blissed out.

"Good?" I ask.

He tries for the right words, and just laughs: "Christ! Fuck! Yes!" He laughs again. "I'm so fucking glad that I knew 5t was free!"

"Oh?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I did earlier, too," he confesses. "I just wanted to scope you out." He smiles. "I know every damn schedule here for us to fuck. My dad's the new headteacher."

I blink back surprise and laugh: "Clever sod."

He pulls me to him now, and tender almost, kisses me: "I taste good," he remarks, and we kiss again, softer, longer, tongues exploring. He pulls back and stares straight into my eyes as his hand searches up my top and scratches down my skin: "I reserve the right to change my mind about the boyfriend thing."

"Permission granted," I agree, wondering when Class 5t will be free again...

Class Act



Valerie hurried into the back hall and stopped short. There was a line. The receptionist checked her slip of paper and motioned for her to stand behind five other girls going to detention. She had been running late, as usual, but apparently she wasn't the only one who bungled the rules. This school was much stricter compared to the public school she had been expelled from. And they had uniforms. How archaic she thought as she studied the height, shape, hair color, and skin color of the girls ahead of her. Each one unique except for her clothing. Just as she realized that was the point, the door ahead opened. Her heart raced until she saw the lead girl crane her neck in, then calmly go ahead. The door promptly shut.

The line puzzled her. Why not let them all sit in the classroom? Perhaps they had to check ID's. She sighed. More red tape. Her attention drifted to the small square of paper in her hand. She held it up and read through the column of boxes. The list included boxes for being disruptive, discourteous, without uniform, and improper undergarments. She crinkled her nose at the last. How would they know? The one with the word "Tardy" next to it had a bright red checkmark. 

Valerie had just started school here today and now, right off, she was going to detention. She assumed it was like her old school where they sat quietly at desks working on homework. The door at the end of the hall opened again and the girl in front of the line went in. Why was this taking so long? Just standing around waiting was worse than sitting quietly. A few minutes later the door opened once more and the next girl disappeared. Two more to go.

Valerie studied the girl in front of her. She was attractive, exotic. Perhaps from India or a neighboring land. A few inches taller, the girl's mocha skin was a stark contrast to her white blouse and Valerie's own Midwestern pale. It appeared smooth as soft leather. Her hair was jet black and straight to her shoulders. Valerie's was "you betcha" blonde. The only commonality they shared was the way the other girl's plaid skirt draped over her prominent rear. 

Curious, Valerie leaned forward. "What's your name?"

"Shhh!" The girl turned her head back a quick moment. "You'll get us in trouble." A moment later, her head turned again, a bit further. "Trina." 

A wry smile lit up Trina's face but quickly disappeared when the door opened again. The girl ahead of her went through and Valerie caught a glimpse of a woman's arm reach out as the door closed again. Trina turned quickly and rolled her eyes. She stifled a quick laugh and turned forward, serious again. A current of mischievousness crackled and Valerie stepped forward and poked Trina with her finger. Trina's hand swatted behind her but Valerie was out of reach. Another poke. A pair of giggles and Trina spun quick enough to capture Valerie's finger. Just then the door opened. The girls froze. A prim, stern woman with a tight bun and wearing a woolen dress suit and serious heels glared from the doorway. She pointed at Trina and summoned her with the same finger. Trina gave Valerie a worried look and went past the woman. "You too." She said to Valerie.

A knot tightened in her stomach. "Why did I do that?" Valerie chided herself. "Always causing trouble." Looking around the new room, she had expected to see the other girls busily employed at their desks. But there was only a chair in the middle of the room occupied by distinguished, gray-haired man in a dark suit. The Principal, Valerie deduced. So the woman at the door must be his secretary. So where were the other girls? As her gaze landed on a second door in the opposite corner, the Principal summoned Trina to his side in a deep-throated voice. "Paper please."

Valerie watched with fascination as he glanced at the form and shook his head. "Lift up your skirt, young lady."

"Sir?"

"Were my words muddled?"

"No, sir." Trina took the hem of her skirt in her fingertips and lifted it a few inches.

"Come on now. All the way."

Trina slowly raised it above her waist as she looked up at the ceiling. Valerie saw she was biting her lip and began to tremble.

"What is that you are wearing?"

"My uniform." 

The principal's hand lashed out and struck on the side of her thigh. "Don't be dim. Your knickers are most assuredly not 'uniform.'" Trina tilted her head just enough to see Valerie's eyes. And winked. Valerie eyes widened, then felt bony fingers clasp her forearm.

"I'm going to take care of you...troublemaker." It was the secretary. Close-up, she towered over Valerie by a good foot. "Give me your slip."

Valerie handed over her paper. Then she heard the Principal say, "These have to go." And looked over in time to see him pull Trina's red lace panties down to her ankles. "Alright then," he said. "Over you go." She was pulled over the Principal's lap by the wrist and he propped her plaid bottom prominently atop his lap.

"Hey!" Valerie yelped when she felt her own wrist grasped again. In the blur that followed, she saw that the secretary had pulled out and sat on another chair and was now being roughly positioned over the woman's skirted thighs. Valerie tried to wriggle loose, but was pinioned by the strong arm around her waist. She felt cool air as her skirt lifted to unveil her upturned bottom. She heard a smack and looked over to see that the Principal's meaty white hand was swinging up and down in quick cadence. 

Fingers grabbing at her waistband distracted Valerie and she felt her regulation white cotton panties slide to her knees. She felt the first smack a split-second before she heard it, then truly felt it when the sting spread quickly from the impact. That sensation was immediately interrupted by another smack on the other cheek. Within moments, Valerie lost track of the array of blossoming prickles erupting across her backside. The spanking quickly became nearly unbearable and she felt a rising panic with the sudden need to break free.

She pushed off the floor with her arms, twisted her hips, tried to push away with her feet, but it was no use. The secretary had Valerie where she wanted and there was no escape. Valerie gritted her teeth and pushed her mind into a place that wasn't hurt by the sting but rather nourished by it. When she got there, she instantly felt her throat tighten and a warmth wash over her. Just as her eyes began to blur, though, the spanking stopped. The abrupt silence felt like ringing in her ears. Valerie became aware of the secretary's warm hand gently circling over her tender bottom and felt her eyes well a little again. She exhaled deeply then remembered Trina and looked over. Trina also wiped at her wet cheeks. Their eyes connected and that wry smile flashed again, followed by a wink. Valerie reciprocated. Valerie noted with some surprise, and intrigue, how red the girl's dark skin had become.

Gently, Valerie was let up by the secretary, who helped pull up her panties. After friendly embraces from the Principal and his Secretary, the two girls exited the room to join the party out in the ballroom, now in full swing. Over two hundred people from around the country had descended on Las Vegas for the annual gathering.

"Wow, that was awesome," Trina said as she drank a tall glass of water. "Better than any fun house I've ever experienced."

Valerie nodding eagerly. "I know. I tried to get completely into the role. That made all the difference. I'm tempted to get in line and go through it again. I wouldn't mind seeing how stern that principal really is."

"Are you going to try the prison scene? That ought to be a trip."

"Yes, I rented a uniform for that one too, but I might have to wait until tomorrow," Valerie said, rubbing her bottom. "Especially if I go back to school! We've got all weekend right? I may need to give my tush a chance to recover. I also should find my husband. See what kind of trouble he's getting into."

"I saw mine heading for the chapel scene an hour ago dressed as a priest. God help yonder sinners."

They both laughed and collected their things. Valerie touched Trina's arm. "Hey, maybe we could play later tonight. With or without the boys."

Trina's broad smile returned. "Room 303," she said. "We're free at 11:00. And I'm freer at 9:00." She slapped Valerie hard on the bottom and, with a wink, headed toward the prison scene.

THE END



Class Act



John Palmer was sitting in Room 806 of Lanner Hall with Jenna Michaelson and Nicole Wilson. It was just weeks away from the end of spring semester, and all three were reminiscing about freshman year.

John, Jenna and Nicole had been classmates at Excelsior Academy, a prep school north of the city. John had a huge crush on both girls going back years, but he never let either girl know: their social circles didn't exactly overlap. John was with the supernerds, while Jenna and Nicole were two of the most popular girls in the entire school. John also figured that if he ever tried to ask either one of them out, they'd turn him down. He was surprised they even let him into their dorm room; he couldn't imagine that happening a year ago.

As John looked at Jenna and Nicole, he marveled at their beauty. Jenna had long, golden-blonde hair, hazel eyes, a smattering of freckles and a lightly tanned complexion; her cheeks were adorable and full, and John imagined kissing them. Nicole was an even more striking beauty: long dark-brown hair, green eyes, alabaster-pale skin and an upturned, regal nose. 

John was a skinny, soft-spoken black kid with curly hair and chocolate eyes; his hands were filled with energy. He was nicknamed "Michael" by some of the kids at Excelsior because of his resemblance to a teenage Michael Jackson; John hated the nickname until he heard through the grapevine that some of the white girls liked him because of his resemblance to the singer. John never found out if that rumor was true; he was way too nervous, way too scared of rejection, way too cautious about what would happen.

Jenna and Nicole couldn't get over the vast differences between senior year at Excelsior and freshman year at Sutton College. John told the girls he was also struck by those differences-though he didn't want to say that he thought the girls here weren't as hot as the girls at Excelsior...especially the two girls right next to him.

John looked over at Room 806. The walls were covered in liquor ads pulled from magazines; Jenna and Nicole were still 19, two years away from the legal drinking age, but they both joked that they were "looking forward to it!" John looked at their clothes scattered over the floor, including their underwear; he imagined himself sniffing their panties. Then he saw a familiar blue book.

"Is that the yearbook?"

"For Excelsior? Sure!" Jenna replied.

John walked over to retrieve it. He had destroyed his own yearbook; he couldn't bear to see the faces of all the cute white girls he could never work up the courage to approach.

"Let me see it," Nicole said, and both girls placed the book on Jenna's bed.

"Boy, I missed that school, don't you?" Jenna asked.

"Kinda."

"Betcha really missed the girls, too," Nicole responded, prompting all three to laugh. "Which girls did you like?"

Oh God, John thought, don't ask me that question.

"Well, uh..."

"Come on, Johnny, out with it," Jenna replied.

"Well..."

"Come on!" said Nicole.

"Oh, wow..." John sighed. "Well, let me see..."

Jenna and Nicole giggled. Why are they doing that, John thought.

John scanned the photos. "I liked...I liked Madison, uh...McKayla..."

"Yeah, all the Ms," Nicole replied.

"Uh...Michelle...Allison..."

"Wow, you liked Allison?" Jenna replied, looking at the photo of the gorgeous redhead.

"Yeah...let's see...Zoe, Taryn, Cynthia, Trish, Melinda, Caity, Sophia..."

"Go on," said Jenna, "I'm impressed by your list!"

"Uh, Annie, Tracy, Hannah...uh..."

John paused. He couldn't go on.

"Who else?" said Jenna.

Goddamn it, John thought. I can't lie to them.

"Go on, who else?" said Nicole.

"Uh...uh...Jenna and Nicole."

Jenna and Nicole's eyes flashed. "See, I told you," Jenna said, giving Nicole a friendly elbow. The two girls laughed.

"Uh..." John was extremely nervous and embarrassed. "Uh...you know, maybe I should leave now." His dorm, Turner Hall, was just a block away; maybe I could masturbate my embarrassment away, he thought. 

"Maybe you shouldn't," Jenna replied, smiling, her cheeks more beautiful than ever.

"We always knew you liked white girls," Nicole replied.

"How did you know?" asked John.

"Let's say it was obvious," Nicole giggled.

"You mean..."

"Your pants," Jenna replied. "Every time we saw you around a white girl-Nicky and me included-we'd see your big thing sticking through your pants."

"Oh boy," said John, feeling super-embarrassed now.

"How come you never approached any of them?" said Jenna. "A lot of those girls thought you were cute."

"And very sweet, and kind," added Nicole.

"Uh..."

"You didn't think Daddy would like it if their daughter brought a black guy home? That's what we figured," said Nicole.

"Uh, yes," said John. "I've heard stories...you know...about dads flipping out if their daughter starts dating black guys..."

"Well, that's not everyone," Jenna replied. "Did you know my aunt is married to a black man? They have two daughters, and they look amazing. They could be models."

"Wow, no..."

"And my mom loves Denzel," said Nicole. "My dad's a big fan, too. Some people are grown up about that sort of stuff..."

"I see..."

Jenna and Nicole smiled. "You mean," Jenna replied, "you liked both of us all this time and you never let us know?"

"No."

"Well, we know now," Nicole replied. "Stand up."

"What?"

"Stand up! Come on."

"Oh boy."

John stood up...and the bulge in his crotch once again gave away how he felt about these two gorgeous girls. 

"Impressive!" Jenna said.

"Thanks."

"Can we see it?" Nicole replied.

"Nicky!" said Jenna in mock surprise.

"Seriously," Nicole responded. "Can we see it? We know you want to fuck us with it."

"Oh, my God, Nicky," Jenna replied, smiling.

"Oh boy, uh..."

"Well, fuck it," said Nicole, reaching over to remove John's belt. He offered no resistance as his pants fell to the floor. Nicole hesitated before removing John's boxers, however.

"Watch this," said Nicole. "This will get him super-hard."

Nicole removed her shirt and jeans, exposing her lovely pale skin to John. Her breasts were ready to spill right out of her bra, and he could see her brown pubic hair poking out over her panties. Jenna quickly followed suit, and John marveled at Jenna's gorgeous tanned skin and legs, and the loveliness of her pink lace bra and panties.

Nicole elbowed Jenna, and the two girls reached over to yank down John's red boxers. His black cock, hard and shiny, sprang out, causing Nicole and Jenna to jump back in delighted shock.

"Fuck it," Jenna screamed. "You've got a cock like a porn star!"

"No, I don't," John responded. "It's...it's..."

"It's beautiful," said Nicole. 

John came closer to both girls, and placed his hands on their waists. "Ooh," Jenna and Nicole said simultaneously, marvelling at the sight of John's black hands on their lovely white bodies.

"We want to suck your cock," Jenna and Nicole again said simultaneously. 

John nodded, and the two girls kissed him and knelt down.

John was stunned by the energy of his two classmates: how they licked and kissed his cock-head and shaft, how they fondled his balls, how they eagerly took turns sucking him. As they sucked him, John thought of how awesome it would be to have a threesome with Jenna and Nicole, how great it would be to kiss their stomachs and backs, stroke their long hair, and sink his gigantic black cock into their pink pussies and virgin asses. The thought of fucking them made him ever harder, and it wasn't long before streams of cum piped right out of his cock onto their faces and chests. John liked the sight of his cream landed on their bras; he hoped they would give their bras to him as a souvenir, or keep them as a memento of this night.

"God, you cum a lot," Nicole said, as Jenna scooped some of John's cream off of her cheeks, placed it into her mouth, and swallowed. 

"Yeah," said John, now on his knees as well.

"Tell you what..." said Jenna. "Nicky and I, we wouldn't mind having a threesome with you."

"Yeah, totally," Nicole added.

"How about if you run across the street to Stark's, get some condoms-jumbo-sized, obviously-and meet us back here?"

"Sure!" said John, quickly putting his boxers and pants back on.

"We'll be waiting!" said Nicole.

As John crossed the street to head over to Stark's, he looked back at room 806. Jenna and Nicole were staring out the window at him; they had now removed their bras, and John smiled at the sight of their exposed breasts. "Don't be too long!" yelled Jenna through the window. 

John was happy to see that condoms at Stark's were buy-one-get-one-free this week. He smiled and bought two packages. As he left the store and walked back to Lanner Hall, he grew ever more excited; it wouldn't be long before his fantasy came true, and his horny black cock pleased their beautiful white pussies.



Class Canceled



My late class was canceled. I headed home 3 hours earlier than usual. I pulled up in the driveway and was surprised to see no one home. I went to the kitchen to get me some sweet tea. There was a note on the fridge from my mother. She was going to Birmingham and wouldn't be back until about 11 o'clock tonight. My daddy was out of town on business as usual. My horny little bother moved in with a friend. They had an apartment in town. So here I was with nothing to do, all alone for a least 10 hours.

I decided to call my boyfriend Carl. The phone rang and on the second ring my Carl answered the phone. 

"Hello" he said.

"Hey Carl, whatcha doing?"

"Oh hey Stephanie. I was just leaving."

"Where are headed?"

"My parents are forcing me to go to my Aunts house in Nashville. Why?"

"Well I am home all alone and I thought we might be able to spend some time alone. I miss you. It's been almost 24 hours since I had some of your cock in me."

"Damn it Steffy, don't do this to me. Why ain't you in school?"

"Old man Petersen called off class due to an illness or some shit. I don't really know. I do know how horny I am right now." 

"Shit, I don't know when you ain't horny. I can't make it today. I'll be back tomorrow and I'll take real could care of you. I've got to go my dad is hollering for me."

"I guess I'll just have to take care of myself tonight." I pouted.

"Bye Steffy and behave." Carl hung up the phone.

Well I was horny. I headed up to my parents room to get a porn movie to watch. My parents kept them in the bottom drawer of their night stand. I tried pull the drawer open but it was stuck and would only open half way. I wiggled and pulled until it finally sprang free. I pulled the drawer all the way out and found that it was hung on another layer of DVDs. These were all home made. There was no label, just a number 1 through 15.

I took them all to my room to see what was on them. I undressed and put on a long t-shirt and my panties. I lay on my bed and hit the play button on the DVD player. My parent's room came up on the screen. My mother came in and lay on the bed. She was wearing a black teddy with a black thong. She crawled up on the bed exposing her ass to the camera. She leaned her head to the mattress. Her hand came up between her legs and she started rubbing her pussy. The camera zoomed in on her panty-covered crotch. Her fingers were rubbing the fold between her lips. She pulled her panties to one side. Her pussy was wet and fingers glistened as she inserted each one of her fingers.

I was rubbing my own pussy as I watched her pleasure herself. Her pussy was covering every inch of the screen when a mouth appeared on the screen. The mouth stuck out his tongue and shoved it up in mom's pussy. Mom spread her pussy wide for this mouth to give her full pleasure. 

I then noticed something strange about this mouth it was covered in lipstick and it had makeup on. My mom was getting head from another girl or so I thought.

The camera panned out and that's when I got a look at my moms' lover. My little brother smiled to the camera with mom's pussy juice and his lipstick smeared all over his made up face. The camera was moved to a tripod showing the whole bed. Mom rolled over on her back and removed her panties. My brother climbed on the bed and got into a 69 with my mom. That's when I noticed the little shit had my cheerleading outfit on from high school. He didn't have any panties on and his pubic area was clean-shaven. The camera zoomed in mom's mouth sucking on Ray's balls. My dad came into the picture then. He started eating Ray's ass out. 

I had never seen any thing more erotic in my life. Mom was sucking Ray's cock. Ray was eating mom's pussy and daddy was eating Ray's ass. Daddy was working a finger in and out of Ray's ass. He worked on his ass until he was easily shoving four fingers in and out of him. Ray turned around lifting his head from mom's pussy and beg daddy to fuck him.

Daddy pulled his hand from him. His cock came into the screen. Daddy was huge. There was no way Ray could take him in the ass. Daddy had to be 12 inches long and at least 4 inches around. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen.

Daddy rubbed his shaft up and down Ray's crack. Then in one swift motion his cock was gone. He had sunk it all the way in Ray's ass. He slowly pulled out until just the head was inside him. Ray's ass stretched around daddy's cock. Daddy eased himself back in. Daddy fucked him slowly for about 5 minutes and then daddy answered Ray's pleas and started fucking him faster and harder bouncing his balls off of Ray's.

I had all ready cummed twice watching my family's sex orgy. I came for the third time as daddy shoved his cock into Ray and threw his head back and announced to the world that he was cumming. Daddy slowly pulled his cum covered cock out. Ray and mom got on their hands and knees and started cleaning daddy's cock.

For the next 8 hours I scanned through all fifteen DVDs and they were all of my parents, Ray and some of my mom and dad's friends fucking and sucking. 

I had a lot of questions: How long had this been going on? How long has my brother been crossdressing? And my main question how come I haven't gotten a chance to join in?