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Born For It

By: BornForIt



I, like most Americans, have an obsession with black men and their mythically large cocks. Yes, believe it or not, America has entered into a communal subconscious frenzy for black men. I am just one of the few, but ever growing, number of people who have begun to admit it. But even that is a bit of a lie. Most of my family and friends don't even know my "dark" secret, clueless to my addiction. It is not difficult, but only a few women open themselves up to the raw power of black men. If you are reading this, I am probably correct in assuming that you are one of those people. The story I am going to tell you is all true, even the names are unchanged. I am proud of what I am doing, and I hope you enjoy my story. 

Let me start at the beginning. My name is Katherine, but everyone calls me Kat. It was one and a half years ago when I started on my new life, and I have not looked back since. I was 18 years old and a senior in high school. I attended an affluent suburban high school outside of Atlanta. I was your average, all-American girl next door. My parents were divorced, and I lived with my recently remarried mother and her new husband who had a daughter of his own. Her name was Britney, and she was 22, and was absolutely the wildest girl I have ever known. In comparison to her, I was a successful model younger sister. I had good grades, was popular and involved in cheerleading and other sports, and I had a squeaky clean reputation. But I was not as sweet and innocent as I seemed.

For the longest time, I had been obsessed with black men. Lean muscular gods carved from ebony. Some of my earliest memories of sexual awakening were attending games with my father to cheer on the predominantly black football and basketball teams of Atlanta. These events were intensely sexual to me, watching the muscular, physically perfect black athletes compete against each other on the field. I, like so many Americans, was entranced by the power of the black form.

And it was everywhere to see. Black rappers flaunted their overwhelming sexual appeal as much as their lifestyle. You had only to listen to the music, watch the games, or look through a magazine to be affronted by the powerful erotic taboo of the black man. And I, my mind an eager sponge, sucked it all up.

I had harbored my urges since the earliest days of puberty, when my body was awakening to its growing sexuality. The idea of submitting to a strong black man was ever-present, but frustratingly elusive. I knew I was quite attractive, 5'8 and 120 pounds, sexy blonde hair and a tight body honed by my own athletic activities. You see, I was quite keen on sports throughout school, especially basketball and cheerleading, as it allowed me constant proximity to sexy, sweating, muscular black men in prime physical condition. I would always steal glimpses across the gym into their open dressing room, catching flashes of strong ebony backs and taught, muscular abs. I imagined their long cocks hanging under their towels, swaying as they walked. When I would stand close to some of the players, I found the urges and steaming sexuality to be almost intoxicating and overwhelming. I had become hopelessly obsessed with black men, and I knew it would only make my life more complicated.

Part 1

I was getting dressed as fast as I could. I was sitting in front of my vanity, hastily applying makeup. It was Friday night, I was a senior in high school, and spring was in the air. I was upstairs in my large bedroom in my parent's home, and in a matter of hours I would be light-years from this protected world of pink sheets and teddy bears. As I was tracing my full lips with a dark red lipstick, my cell phone rang. 

"Um, Hello?" I asked, distractedly, trying to finish my makeup.

"You ready yet Kat?" My best friend Brandy asked me. I could tell she was in her car, driving. 

"Yeah, just getting my lips done." I replied, smacking them in the mirror as I closed the lipstick.

"Good. I'll be at your place in 5 minutes." She told me. 

We were headed to a party that promised to be one of the coolest of the year. Erin Davis was throwing a huge bash with drinking and everything. So many people were going to be there and I definitely wanted to make a splash. I was wearing a pair of tight black pants and my butt had never looked better. My white top was sheer and silky, and pulled my firm breasts high and showed a great bit of cleavage. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail, except for some golden strands that hung down the side of face. I was so proud of how I looked. I had a passing premonition that tonight could be the night my dreams came true. 

Brandy showed up and she was also dressed in her best. She had on a shimmering, revealing black club shirt and a pair of tight jeans that showed off her curvy ass. She had dark brown hair, also pulled back. She looked great. We piled into her BMW and headed to the party. As we pulled out from my driveway, I knew this would be a night to remember.

Brandy had her music up and we laughed and talked with giddy excitement as we headed toward the party. Brandy was usually wilder than I was, and had hooked up with a couple of different guys on other occasions. 

"So are you gonna get laid tonight or what?" She jokingly asked me over the bouncy hip-hop beat coming from her stereo.

"You think I'm some sort of slut?" I asked in a mock defensive voice. 

"I know you are. I think Andre and the rest of team are going to be there, so maybe you can finally do it tonight."

Brandy was the only person I had told of my fascination with black men, and especially Andre. He was an offensive lineman for the football team and absolutely the hottest, sexiest black guy at our school. I had always been fascinated by him, even in Middle school. Now that we were seniors in high school I knew my time was running out. Maybe Brandy was right...

"I don't think so. I was drunk when I said that, I didn't really mean it." I lied to her. I had meant every word of it. But I felt funny talking about it, even with Brandy. I felt like I should be ashamed of it or something, but deep down I knew it was who I was. 

We arrived at Erin's house and the party was just picking up. I was happy to see so many people there and I and Brandy got a lot of attention when we walked in the living room. We made for the kitchen to grab some drinks, stopping to talk to people along the way. There were lots of drinking and all kinds of smoking going on. The living room was dark except for a strobe light, and the expensive entertainment system was pumping out dance music. I didn't see Andre anywhere, though there were some other football players there. Maybe he was on his way.

I quickly got caught up in the party and stopped looking for him. Me and Brandy chugged our hunch-punches quickly and got more, and we were soon feeling pretty great. I took a hit off a couple joints that were being passed around, and I was soon in the living room dancing to Outkast. I was having a blast. I was dancing with Brandy, and the room was packed. I was facing Brandy, and I felt someone press against my back. I instinctively pressed my ass back into their crotch, grinding with it to the music. I closed my eyes and breathed in as my hips traced the beat out on his crotch. I couldn't help but bite my lip and smile when I looked back to see who my new partner was. It was Andre.

I gave him a wink and took another step back away from Brandy and into him towering frame. His arms came around my shoulders and hooked into my belt. His crotch was completely pushed against in my ass and his firm grip guided me in the music. I was in heaven. I spun around and pressed my chest against his torso and continued dancing and grinding with him. His hands moved down and gripped my ass as he stared down into my eyes. His gaze was dominating and expressionless, his lips slightly twitched up in a seductive sneer. He was wearing a tight white wife beater undershirt, revealing his bulging ebony arms that are covered in ink black tattoos. Deep inside myself I could feel my body crying out for his; I would do anything to have him fuck me.

When the song ended I stepped up on my toes and whispered in his ear. "Can we talk?"

He looked at me and nodded. 

"I'm going to go upstairs to Erin's little sister's room. Wait a minute and follow me."

He nodded again. I backed out of the room, refilled my drink, and headed up the steps to Erin's little sisters room. Fortunately it was empty. I sat down on her bed, which was covered with dolls and lacy pillows. The room didn't look much different from my own from 6 years ago, before I changed forever. I sipped my drink to steady my nerves. Maybe it would finally happen....

I looked up when I heard the door shut and lock. Andre stood in front of it, a drink in hand and a large blunt in his mouth. He smiled at me. 

"So what did you want to talk about?" He asked casually, blowing smoke out of his mouth. He offered me the blunt. I took it and took a hit.

I all of a sudden felt very bold and relaxed. I leaned back on the bed confidently, holding myself up with my elbows and crossing my legs as I looked at him. 

I wet my lips before I spoke. "You know, just wanted to catch up." I said innocently.

He took a seat next to me on the bed and I passed the blunt over to him. As he took a hit from it and slowly exhaled, I got up on my knees behind him and begin to massage his dark muscular shoulders.

"Your muscles are so tense, Andre"

"Yeah, we had a 4 hour practice today. Coach was wearin us out." He took a pull off of the smoldering blunt and held it up for me to take.

Keeping my hands on his shoulders, I leaned over and put my mouth to the blunt. My silky blonde hair slid across his strong black shoulder and my breasts pressed down on his back. My nipples were rock hard and quite visible through my shirt. I took a hit and leaned back, inhaling it deeply. 

Andre leaned forward and tossed the still burning blunt into his beer cup. It went out with a hiss. I lay back on the bed and exhaled the hit. My head was spinning a little and began to relax. I had gotten really stoned. Warmth flowed through my body, and I felt my senses heighten as the atmosphere grow more sensual.

He stood up, keeping his back to me, and pulled his tight shirt off over his head. He dropped it on the floor and turned back to face me. I took a deep breath when I saw his sexy black abs and his rippling arms. They were beautiful specimens of flawless black muscle. They were covered in the flowing, dark black lines of tattoos which gave him a primal sexual power that my body immediately responded to. I instinctively licked my lips and gazed, spell bound by his physical perfection. He smiled at me.

"you know I always had a thing for ya, Kat" he said, staring directly into my eyes from his standing positing at the foot of the bed.

I nodded, a little dumbstruck, and couldn't think of anything to say.

He was wearing sagging denim jeans that hung well below his boxers. His abs were strong and muscular, a display of a perfectly toned six-pack. He slid a hand under his boxers. My eyes widened as I imagined his swinging ebony cock coming to life behind his jeans. My eyes widened and he motioned me towards him with his other hand. Spellbound, I leaned forward and crawled towards the end of the bed. My firm breasts hung low, and swayed gently with each move forward. I could feel his eyes on me and I sensed his desire building. 

I bit my lip as I came to stop in front of him. The party downstairs was a distant memory. His invisible scent filled my brain as my eyes traversed his flawless form. I slid to my knees and my hands instinctively reached to undo his belt. All of my anxiety and fear had vanished as I pulled his belt off. A hand slid past my ear and grasped the back of my head, my golden blonde hair swirled around his strong black fingers. My hands trembled as I unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. A lifetime of wanting and desire was about to be realized. I prayed I wasn't dreaming. I prayed for my fantasies to finally come to life. Andre pulled his hand out of the top of his briefs and reached down into the front of them. With a flourish, the biggest, thickest, blackest, most beautiful cock I could have ever imagined swung into my view. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped. My dreams had come to life.

It floated on air, its length and girth seemed to defy gravity. It pulsed with life just inches from my drooling mouth. There seemed only one thing to do. I leaned down and tentatively licked the round head and down the side of his beautiful prick, breathing in deeply the strong musky scent of his manhood. I immediately knew that the awesome power of a hard, enormous, black cock was something I would never tire of for the rest of my life.

He looked down at me with a playful smile. "That's it baby; I always knew you wanted this right here."

I smiled and took his penis into my hands. I gave it a good rub and then wasted no time in taking it into my mouth. For a moment I heard the thump of music downstairs and worried that we might be discovered. As soon as his beautiful cock into my lips, all of my fears disappeared, pushed into a distant corner by my overwhelming lust. His grip tightened around the back of my head as I began to inch my way up and down on his thick black shaft. The sounds of my slurping blowjob filled the room. My ass wriggled in the air, and I could feel my lacy pink panties getting soaked through by my dripping wet pussy. I pumped his saliva lubricated cock with both hands as I snaked more and more of it down my throat. As I pulled his delicious ebony shaft down, I sucked in my puffy cheeks and large lips around his pulsing meat. He let out a soft moan as I sucked him off, his fingers digging into the back of my head. 

"Fuck baby, you are a natural..." He whispered as I went further and further down on his rock-hard black cock. I took my left hand off of his shaft, slid it into the slit of his briefs, and took hold of his balls. They were a large handful, and jostled them in my palm as I continued by dedicated blowjob. His hips bucked forward, pushing his fat cock deep into my throat. I fought down the urge to gag, and relished the feeling of his ebony prick working its way inside of me. I locked eyes with him and he smiled down at me deep-throating his cock more than anyone had ever before. I slowly pulled myself away from him, savoring every backwards inch. His cock was rock hard as it popped out of my mouth and instantly swung up to point at the ceiling. I kept my hands on his balls and gently kneaded them as I rubbed my comparatively tiny hand up and down his glossy prick. I licked my lips as I looked deeply into his dark brown eyes.

"I love sucking your big black cock, Andre." I whispered. 

" Wait till you fuck it, baby." He responded in a low seductive voice. "Freaky white girls like you always appreciate what it can do." 

I leaned back on the small bed, spreading my legs before him. My soaked panties were visible as my tight short skirt opened before him. I reached back and unzipped it, tossing it to the side. The outline of my swollen cunt was clear to see as my soaked Victoria secret panties clung to its shape. 

Andre dropped his pants to the floor and got onto the bed, up on his knees and his legs spread wide. His cock was perfectly erect and looked like polished marble as it glistened from my saliva. His heavy sack hung enormous, brimming with his potent seed. I wanted every drop.

I pulled my tight top off over my head and threw it on the floor. My firm breasts strained against the matching pink bra I was wearing. They rose and fell with my heavy breathing, my eyes transfixed on the black monster that my entire body was crying out for. Never had the urge to do anything been so great, our dripping organs radiated an inescapable gravity that could not be defeated. If ever two people were built to fuck, it was me and him, right there and then.

My left leg fell over his strong black shoulder as he moved in closer and closer. He leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth with his large mouth and lips. I felt his stiff cock sliding against my belly as he did so. His hand reached down and rubbed my drenched pussy through my panties, and I arched my back and let out a moan as the first rush of contact with my extremely aroused vagina. He softly pulled my panties aside as he kissed me on the neck, and swiftly slid one of his big fingers inside my hot little box. I pushed myself down against his hand, driven wild by the initial feeling of penetration. His skilled finger quickly located my clit and the first brush with it. He was pressing down hard on me, my leg still draped over his shoulder. I yearned for his hard black dick to be inside me. I closed my eyes and drank in the stimulation, my fingernails digging into his back as he rubbed my sensitive clitoris. 

He broke off the kissing and leaned back from me. He lifted my right leg up in the air, exposing my steaming pussy to the air. His dick still floated in the air, as hard as the moment I had lovingly taken it down my throat. He pulled my panties aside with one hand and lined his ebony spear up with my pulsing box. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip in anticipation.

To describe the feeling is impossible. My pussy was absolutely soaked but was still very tight. The first inches were slow and grudging, but already the feeling was overwhelming me. I arched my back and moaned loudly as a felt his fat black cock push inside of me. My hands gripped the sheets of the little girl's beds we were on as I moaned in the ecstasy of my first black man. He held my leg in the air as he entered me slowly. 

"Fuck baby, your shit is tight." He said, his eyes closed and his body tensed as he forced his manhood inside of me. I barely heard him through. I could feel my first orgasm growing from the depths of my being. In a moment that I will never forget, his prick halted it's seemingly interminable advance. He was inside me. Completely. My tight snatch pulsed around his ebony manhood, accommodating and molding itself to his rock hard black cock. The moment, truly, was the calm before the storm. 

In a blinding instant he was gone and then back, withdrawing and thrusting his dick back inside of me faster than I could comprehend. I let out a scream as the first of the unbelievable volley of impaling thrusts penetrated inside of me. My body has no sooner reacted to the first as the third was falling, such was the speed and power of his magnificent invading black prick. I grabbed on to my breasts and squeezed them together as my back arched my flat stomach curving up as he pounded me down into the bed. I could not control my screams and moans from escaping as his ebony cock passed over every nerve inside of and setting each of them on fire. 

I looked up at him as fucked me. His dark, cut body glowed with steamy perspiration from his increasingly successful effort to fuck my brains out. He lifted my other leg onto his shoulder, putting my expanding vagina dead center for his black dick to ream even harder. I was approaching sensory overload as he ceaselessly pounded into me, my body was awash with feelings of deep carnal satisfaction and unbridled lust for more.

I felt my body lifting as he rose up on the bed, pounding downward into my raised hips. His intensity only managed to increase with each thrust. I could feel juices running down my crack as he stuffed me with his enormous black manhood, each new penetration resounded by a sordid squishing of my flowing juices. 

With a concentrated growl he abruptly pulled his cock out after a mighty thrust. I exhaled deeply as the new sensation of an empty canal rushed over me. I wanted more. 

"I ain't through with you yet baby." He said, answering my fears. His chest glistened with sweat as he stroked his massive dick in one of his hands. "Get up on your knees."


Born For It Ch. 02



After my experience with Andre at the party, I knew that my life had irreversibly changed. My lifelong obsession with black men had finally been realized and I knew that there was no going back. It was what I was born to do, and I was going to do it no matter what. There were many risks, but they seemed insignificant compared to the primal satisfaction that Andre’s pounding black cock had satisfied. 

I spent the weekend recovering from the party and the brutal fucking my body had received. But by Sunday, I knew I was ready for more. I wondered what school was going to be like on Monday, if anyone had seen us or any rumors were spreading. I figured we were pretty safe, but I was still a little worried that someone had noticed us disappearing together, or perhaps walked by the bedroom as I cried out as he impaled me on his hard black shaft. 

Just thinking about the experience got me aroused, and masturbation only dulled the cravings temporarily. I had spent virtually the entire weekend after the party in seclusion, reliving the experience again and again in my head. It was mind-blowing. I had never been so satisfied, felt so self-indulgent, so confident in what I wanted. Giving myself to a black man was something I had wanted my entire life. To finally have it was absolutely electrifying. I wanted more. Lots more.

By Sunday evening simple masturbation was no longer enough. I had spent hours fingering my horny little pussy to images of black men and their big, swaying cocks. I envied every white woman I saw getting slammed by a nice fat cock, I wanted to lick the black cum from their faces, and I wanted to feel a black cock sliding up my ass. Andre, in satisfying my lifelong desire, had completely lit a fire inside of me. I knew what I had become. An absolute slut for black dick.

Sunday, 7:43 PM

I was sitting in front of my computer, checking through some email, when my phone rang. I looked onto the caller ID but I didn’t recognize the number. 

“Hello?” I answered politely.

“Hey girl.”

It was Andre. I was so glad to hear his voice; my body immediately responded to the sound of its master’s voice. 

“Oh hey Andre. I’m so glad you called.” I replied. I was very nervous. I hoped he wanted to see me again but I didn’t want to sound too slutty and scare him off.

“How you doin, girl? I ain’t heard from you since the party.” He said in a joking voice. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know if you wanted to talk to me after that…” I fumbled. I was surprised how eager I was to please him.

“Hell na girl. I want you to come talk to me right now.” He replied in a suggestive tone. 

“Um, ok. Where are you?” I asked. God I hope he wants to fuck me.

“The gym at school, working out. Everyone else has left.” 

“Yeah, okay. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” I replied without hesitation. 

I quickly changed out of lounging clothes and into my workout clothes. I often went to the gym to workout on the weekends for cheerleading, so my parents wouldn’t really suspect a thing if I went over there right now. I squeezed into my sports bra & training shirt and into a pair of running shorts. I rushed down the stairs and was headed for the door when my mother called out to me.

“Kat, where the hell are you going?” She yelled from the den where she was watching television. 

“I’m just going to go workout. We have the competition next week and I need to get in shape.”

“Okay sweetie, just don’t stay too late.”

I rushed out of the door and into my car. I sped all the way to the school, and was delighted to see an empty parking lot outside of the gym. Taking my bag, I walked across the warm spring night and into the gym. The lights were bright, and much to my surprise, down on the court there were 2 people playing basketball. 

Andre looked up at me from the court and waved. His friend, Marquis, did the same. Marquis was Andre’s best friend, and they had been so since elementary school. Marquis was the point guard for our basketball team, and was an absolute stud. 

Neither Andre nor Marquis were wearing shirts, and their toned black chests glistened with sweat as their muscled rippled with their dark seductive power. 

“Meet me in the weight room.” He yelled up to me, pointing to a side hallway off the court that a staircase behind led down to. I nervously walked down the steps. I hoped this wasn’t going to be difficult. I wanted to fuck him, but I didn’t know how to just come out and say so. 

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I turned onto the hallway he had pointed at. I realized instantly where I was. The boy’s locker room was immediately to the left. I had stood in this same spot many times, stealing glances at the hot young black athletes dressing and undressing, their thick cocks swaying behind towels and baggy gym shorts. I realized, with growing hunger, that one of my lifelong dreams was about to come true.

Marquis appeared from the door leading to the changing room. My body awoke as I took him in. Tall and strong, his black muscles shone with the glow of sweat. 

“Hey Kat.” He said casually. “Did you need to get in the changing room?”

“Um, yeah.” I stammered. I didn’t know what to say.

“Well they locked the girl’s side. We got a private changing stall in our locker room you can use.” He offered, staring right into my eyes. I could feel him seeing right through me. He knew what I was and how I deserved to be treated. His flinty eyes looked down on me with a knowing gaze. 

“Show me.” I said sweetly, smiling and batting my eyes. I knew I had a nice smile. My large puffy lips had always gotten men’s attention and right now I wanted all the attention I could get. Marquis had always gotten me wet, and I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to play with the promising bulge that was appearing in his sagging gym shorts. 

He turned and walked into the boy’s locker room. As I followed him in, my body immediately responded to the invisible odor of the male body that permeated the room. I felt light headed as the pheromones of sweat and raw energy swept into my brain, stimulating all the desires that they should. Marquis glanced back and smiled knowingly. We both knew what was about to happen. I immediately realized that this was certainly part of an understanding Marquis and Andre had come to. Apparently Andre had declared open season for me with his friends. For a moment I was horrified at the prospects, but not for a second did I consider turning around and walking away from Marquis and his hot black cock.

Marquis led me through the shower room and around a corner. Their, built into the walls, was a number of “private” changing rooms. About as wide as a bathroom stall, they were covered by old green metal doors, and had a wide bench against the back wall. Marquis swung open the door and casually held it open for me. I stepped inside the dingy little room; I sensed him stepping in behind me. The door clicked shut behind him. I froze in place as his body drew closer to mine; the heat from his sweating black skin radiated warmth and intoxicated my senses. I could feel him breathing, the air coming down on my neck in warm, deep breathes that sent shivers down my spine. 

I closed my eyes when his hands started to wrap around my waist and he pulled his crotch in against my ass. His hands rubbed down the outside of my running shorts, his fingers rubbing strongly against my wakening cunt. His lips moved down my neck, licking and kissing it softly as his hand stroked the growing fire in my legs.

A large black hand crept up under my shirt and grabbed hold of my one of my breasts. My knees buckled beneath me as he squeezed my erect nipple between his fingers and rubbed his large hand down the front of my tight jogging shorts. I buried my ass against his crotch, and I could feel his fat black manhood growing beneath. His lips ran down my ear and neck, sucking and kissing them heavily. I closed my eyes as his power overtook me. I fell forward, holding myself up on the shoddy wooden bench of the dressing room. Marquis leaned back as I lifted my ass into the air in front of him. He pushed a large hand between my legs and groped my hot wet cunt through my now soaked gym shorts. His body was covered in seductive, heavy sweat that sent chills through my body. He rubbed me through my pants for a moment and nearly brought me to an orgasm, my ass jerking in the air against the pressure and stimulation from his strong, powerful hand. 

My eyes were rolled back in my head when I felt his hand move away. I hung in the air, eyes closed and taking in a deep breathe. My body was absolutely on fire, I needed his fat black cock right now. I glanced back over my shoulder and I knew I was about to get it.

Marquis stood, like an ebony god, behind me. A fat, sausage like cock bobbed in the air, framed by his dark, shining muscles and cold seductive stare. I bit down on my lower lip. I wanted to taste that black monster. I spun around and got on my knees in front of him. He looked down on me, half-smiling and half silently ordering me to do my natural duty. Looking into the eyes of a black man, it is hard to do anything but obey. I took his beautiful shaft into my hand and playfully licked the pulsing head. Holding the tip, I ran my tongue along the side and down to the base, where my other hand was fondling his hanging black balls. Pulling the shaft up, I applied my lips to his sack, and softly sucked his brimming seed-factory. The scent was magnificent, raw manhood filled my senses. I could feel his body moan as I licked his delicious balls and my stroking hand pulled a large drop of pre-cum out of his head.

I pulled my face from his crotch and returned to the pulsing black tip. A large drop of clear semen bubbled out, a sweet sample of the delicious fluid being concocted deep in his beautiful black body. I slowly kissed the head off his magnificent cock, tonguing the clear precum off and hungrily swallowing it down. I licked my puffy lips and opened wide. His cock shot into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed down all of his meat that I could and pulled out and took a quick gasping breathe. Back in my mouth his gigantic ebony prick went, and I hungrily swallowed down every delicious inch that I could. Marquis wrapped his large hands around the side of head and began guiding me down his cock, bouncing my little head up and down on his delicious black dick. I chugged down his cock as far as I could take it, massaging it with my throat and mouth, trying desperately to bring it’s hot cum to the surface. I had to taste his hot nut in my mouth.

Marquis let out a groan and leaned back against the door of the narrow changing room. I couldn’t help but feeling a deep thrill as I sucked him off in the boys locker room, the very home of all my cravings and fantasies. Long had I sensed the power and raw sexuality that emanated from the room; invisible pheromones that triggered uncontrollable lust and overwhelming urges permeated the room. But this time I wasn’t an unsatisfied observer, this time I was right in the middle of it. This was what I was born to do; I had never been so sure of anything in my life.

“You like that dick, don’tcha bitch?” Marquis whispered down at me. His grip around my head tightened and he began pushing his dick in and out of my hot, wet mouth. This was the first time I had been face-fucked, and I fell in love with it immediately. His fat black cock postponed in and out of my mouth, and my throat soon relaxed to welcome it even further. Marquis closed and his eyes and let out a loud moan as he unleashed his massive nut into my anxious throat. I felt his blasting cock began to pull out, but I grabbed on to his shaft and milked every drop into my thirsty mouth. The taste of his cum was divine, warm and salty and sated a thirst that was buried deep in my soul, a thirst that only the hot cum of a black man could quench. He unloaded blast after blast into my mouth and then pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot some more across my face for good measure. I closed my eyes and licked my lips like the dutiful little slut that I was. 

“Look at you now, Kat. You like wearing cum on your face, don’t ya?” Marquis spoke down to me. I loved to hear him talk to me like that.

The door behind Marquis swung open. I was alarmed for a moment that we had been discovered, but I was delighted to see Andre standing behind Marquis. He was still shirtless, and my already soaked pussy screamed out at the site of his muscular chest and rippling ebony arms. Marquis stood, naked with his drained cock hanging between his legs, unashamed. I guess they had probably been taking showers in this same locker room together for years now and had little reservations about seeing the other nude. It was also altogether possible that this wasn’t the first time they had brought a girl down here to share. This would definitely work to my advantage.

“She likes wearing it in her pussy even more. Ain’t that right?” Andre said. 

Marquis laughed and stepped out of the dressing room. “I bet she does. We’ll see you later, girl.” 

Andre stepped into the narrow changing room. I noticed immediately that his cock was already rock hard underneath his gym shorts. He had probably been listening to me sucking off Marquis and eagerly awaiting his own turn. 

“Show me that fine white ass of yours, girl.” Andre said in a low, commanding voice. I smiled and turned my back to him. I hooked my fingers into the elastic of my gym shorts and slowly worked them down my hips, wiggling my ass as the thin fabric slid down my sweating, hot skin. I had a tight thong that ran right down my toned ass, and it was soaking wet from my encounter with Marquis. 

I glanced back at Andre as I undressed; His eyes were glued to my ass and he nodded in approval. As I bent down to step out of my workout shorts I felt his body press against my ass, his rigid cock was rock hard and straining against his baggy shorts. I closed my eyes and moaned as his arms wrapped around my waist and found my breasts, and he breathed heavily into my ears. The simple presence of his powerful ebony form was sending shockwaves through me. I could hear him pulling his own shorts off and stepping out of them as he pawed my breast with his free hand. He then moved down and began rubbing my throbbing clit through the fabric of my lacy pink thong. I was getting so hot I thought I was going to explode. The flesh of his beautiful cock rubbed against the inside of my legs. I wanted it so fucking bad I thought I was going to die.

“Please fuck me baby. Please fuck me.” I whispered breathlessly as his hands roamed my body, bringing every nerve to life and setting my desire on fire. He bent me over the narrow wooden bench that was the only furniture in the room. My ass was waving in front of him, and with a sudden jerk he pulled my thong down and it fell to the floor at my feet. His large hands grabbed my ass and kneaded the soft flesh. I parted my legs and cool air rushed over my drenched, aching twat. 

In a moment, in one blinding thrust, his magnificent black cock was back where it belonged, buried deep inside my accommodating pussy. I screamed out as he penetrated me and sank his dick inside me all the way to the hill. My head bucked back and my eyes rolled back in my head as my tight box stretched at once to wrap it around his thick, invading member. For a moment I thought I would pass out from the overload of stimulation. It wasn’t painful, it was divine.

He slowly pulled his cock backwards; the large head rubbed every millimeter of my canal and sent waves of pleasure through my body. He pulled his cock all the way out of me, leaving me pussy gaping and empty for a moment before he slammed his cock back inside. The sensation was renewed with even more energy as he speared me again, and I screamed out louder. My cry echoed through the low-ceilings of the concrete locker room and through the depths of my high school. In ventilation shafts across the school, faint echoes of my screams seeped into the rooms where I sat in class everyday, where I was an innocent and model student day in and day out. It was fitting that this building had now encompassed the totality of my education. If there was one thing I had learned in high school, it was that nothing beats a footlong black dick fucking your brains out.

And that is exactly what Andre was doing. His slow thrusts gained power and velocity with each push. His hands wrapped around my butt cheeks as he slammed his beautiful cock in and out of me again and again, my juices squished as he fucked me for all I was worth. The narrow changing room echoed with the sounds of my pussy squishing endless juices around his powerful black cock, his balls slapping against me as he rocketed in and out of me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I drifted in and out of lucidity as he relentlessly pummeled me into an orgasmic state that defies description. All my fears and doubts vanished against the divine satisfaction that Andre was giving me. His hands mawed my body and slapped my ass as his intensity increased. We were nothing but animals now, we were both prime products of divergent evolutionary paths coming together and fucking like no one else could. I was born to bend over and take in his magnificent black cock. I was born to feel his seed blast deep inside my depths. I was born to swallow his suck his perfect ebony dick and drink his warm, precious cum. This was my fate, and I was one of the luckiest girls that had ever lived.

One orgasm after another crashed over me and I lost all concept of time and place. I screamed and I moaned, I bucked and I twisted on his ever-present, unrelenting black tool. Not for a second did he pause, and as my mind began to scatter and spots of color filled my vision, I felt him slow his pace and deliver a single, powerful, deep-penetrating thrust that pierced me all the way to my soul. His cock erupted inside of me, blasting a violent torrent of his fiery cum more deeply inside of me than I thought possible. I arched my head back and let out a primal howl as he unloaded his seed inside of me. Each thrust brought a fresh blast of cum and a new wave of pleasure. I was off the charts now and as he hand wrapped around my blond hair and pulled my head back. My body transcended pain and I was washed over with a feeling of pleasure so powerful, so overwhelming, that I knew what I was doing was beyond question. It was the only thing I wanted. It was what I was born for.

As Andre pulled his spent cock out of me I collapsed on the floor in front of him. I turned around, sitting my bare ass on the cold floor and wearily leaned back against the rickety wooden changing bench. My shorts and thong lay in a bundle on the floor at Andre’s feet. He stood there, towering like the god that he was over me. His black cock shone with my juices and his own, and they mingled together beautifully on his tool. I smiled up at him, unsure of what to say.

“Damn baby.” He said simply, sitting down next to me on the floor and leaning back against the bench. 

I smiled and nodded. I was too satisfied to feel awkward or obligated to talk. Speech seemed like such a trivial way to communicate after what we had shared. I stared down at his beautiful lovemaking tool. I understood now why I had been always been so obsessed with it. Love welled up inside of me, and I knew that I should never let myself be ashamed of something so natural and beautiful. This was what I was born for, and I wasn’t about to let the judgments of society ruin it for me. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you Andre.” I whispered in his ear. He looked over at me and smiled.

“Shit baby,” He replied with a smirk. “We just getting started.”



Born For It Ch. 03



*all characters in this story are 18 years of age or older*

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My body was weary but my soul was satisfied as I walked across the parking light on the warm spring night. In the gym I had just left the company of Andre and his friend Marquis, who had become my second black lover this weekend. It was Sunday night and I decided that this had been, without a doubt, the best weekend of my life. I felt liberated. I felt as if I was finally living in the world I had wanted to live in all of my life; to finally enjoy the pleasures of the world that my heart and soul most deeply desired. 

I drove home with the music off. I felt reflective and deeply satisfied with the evening, and I envisioned the many more to come with anticipation and enthusiasm. Being taken by the two black men as an experience I had always longed for. Our bodies fit together so perfectly, in yin-yang symmetry of black and white; his glistening ebony cock buried in my dripping, tight pussy; His strong black hands gripping my firm, round breasts. Tasting their cum and feeling it deep inside my body, I knew that when I was fucking a fat black cock, I was answering to a higher calling.

I walked inside our cool, air-conditioned suburban Atlanta home at 11:45. My mom was asleep on the coach in front of the still playing television. She didn't wake as I walked through the living room and upstairs to my room. As I turned down the carpeted upstairs hallway, I heard my step-sisters door open behind me at the opposite end of the hallway.

"Have a good workout, sweetie?" her clear, sarcastic voice chimed out. Her name was Britney, and we did not really get along. She was 3 years older than me, the daughter of my mother's new husband. She was a waitress and extremely wild, having repeatedly failed out of school and lost jobs due to her excessive partying. I didn't really know her that well, and she was rarely home. God knows where she stayed when she wasn't here.

"Yeah, it was ok." I said off-handedly. For some reason, I could tell my sister knew something was up.

"You must have. You look super tired." She said, frowning in an overly concerned face, "You better go get a shower." 

She giggled and turned and shut the door to her room. She was only wearing her cotton underwear and a bra, and down her back I spotted her extensive tattoo collection. She was still very beautiful though, with long auburn hair and dark brown eyes. Her body was slightly more mature than mine, with larger breasts and a rounder butt, but she was still in perfect shape. I have always wondered how she kept from getting a beer gut when she seemed to be drinking every night of the week. My mom didn't like Britney much either, and considered her spoiled little brat that had transformed into a typical Atlanta party girl.

I took a long warm shower and cleaned my sweaty, well-fucked body slowly and deliberately. My body was warmly satisfied after being so thoroughly and completely fucked. My senses were still washed over with the endorphins of multiple orgasms and sated by the satisfying taste of drink down sweet, hot cum. I stepped out of the tower and wrapped a towel around myself. I was going to sleep well tonight.

Back to School

I awoke on Monday morning at 7:30 to my beeping alarm clock. I had fallen asleep in the towel I had put on after showering. I had slept beautifully, and as I rose my body still glowed with the satisfaction of the previous evening's encounter. I looked forward to going to school today to see Andre and Marquis. I didn't really know what to expect. If they had told anyone about what had happened, which it didn't seem like an unlikely possibility. I did have faith in their discretion, and they had to realize that if they embarrassed me I wouldn't fuck them anymore. I had a feeling they would keep there little secret to themselves.

My fears were unfounded, as I arrived at school and everything was perfectly normal. No sidelong glances as I walked by or hushed whispers behind my back. It was just another day at my high school, and after my weekend, it was a little depressing to be in such a boring place. I was sitting in the lunchroom waiting for class to begin at the table of my friends. Most of them were typical snobby cheerleader types, and on this new morning, they seemed particularly bitchy and immature. They were still little girls, whereas I had realized what it means to be women. 

"Did you have fun at the party on Friday, Kat?" My friend Brandy asked me.

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I got really drunk and my sister came and got me."

Brandy looked at me suspiciously. Brandy knew I had been hot for Andre for a long time, and as my best friend I wouldn't worry about confiding in her what had really happened but not in front of all of our snobby, judgmental friends. 

As Brandy and I were walking to our lockers, she leaned in close and asked me in a low voice what really had happened.

I couldn't help but smiling; I was dying to tell someone about my new adventures. 

Her mouth fell open. "You slut!" She whispered. "I thought I saw you two go upstairs at about the same time!"

I nervously glanced around. No one was nearby or even paying us any attention. "Don't tell anyone. I'll tell you everything if you promise not to tell anyone." I said to hear in a low, serious tone. "It would be the end of everything if word got out."

She winked at me and pinched my arm. "You know you can trust me, Kat. I'm proud of you." As Brandy spoke to me I saw her notice something over my shoulder, behind me. 

I instinctively turned my head to see what she was looking at, and much to my surprise, Andre, Marquis, and half the basketball team was walking down the hall, right towards me.

I was speechless as Andre and the rest of the boys stopped in front of mine and Brandy's locker. People were definitely taking notice now. The site of Andre, his dark powerful arms revealed from his sleeveless basketball jersey and his equally stimulating friends elicited from my body the response that they deserved. I wanted to protect my reputation, but once glance at these beautiful, powerful men reminded me that my first duty was to serve their magnificent black cocks that could bring me so much pleasure.

Brandy had enough sense to act casual as they stopped in front of us, and I quickly reminded myself that acting nervous would be a huge giveaway. I popped up my cheerleader smile and spoke unreservedly loud and clear to Andre.

"You guys ready for the pep-rally tomorrow?" I inquired. Perfectly legitimate school activities. 

Most of the guys laughed and nodded, but it was clear Andre was the leader of the pack. "Yeah, I think so. We're more worried about the game against Troy afterwards though."

I kept on my fake and completely sustainable cheerleader face. I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees, pull his pants down, and rub my tongue up and down the powerful cock that I knew was hiding just inches away in his baggy playing shorts.

"Well, we'll see you at practice this afternoon." I managed to force out and turned to my locker, making a show of searching intensely for my math book. I could hear Andre and the boys walking off, heading down the hall. I wondered if anyone had noticed or thought it odd that they would stop and talk to me like that. Doubtful, but it was still risky. When I shut my locker and turned around, Brandy was smiling at me with a gaze that saw right through me.

"Don't tell me you plan on taking all those guys for yourself, Kat." She said in a playful, accusatory tone.

I smiled at her "We'll see."

Pep-Squad

The rest of the day went smoothly and I had no reason to suspect that anyone knew anything. I began to relax and look forward to cheerleading practice this afternoon, as the basketball team would be there and we would be working on our routine for the pep-rally that would be held tomorrow afternoon.

Brandy and I met in the girl's locker room after classes were over to change for after-school cheerleading practice. The girl's locker was on the opposite side of the gym from the boys where I had been plowed by Andre the night before. Being back in the basement of the school brought back the feelings immediately. The boys were probably changing in there right now. Maybe some big black basketball player was using the very same changing room where Marquis had shot his load across my face and Andre had pumped me full of his hot, pussy-stretching black cock. My heart raced at the thought of it. I quickly pulled my cheerleading skirt up over my panties to hide the wet spot that I could feel growing between my legs. 

Brandy was staring at me; I could feel her paying a great deal of attention to my every move. I knew she wanted the juicy details. While Brandy had known about my interest in Andre and black men in general, I wasn't sure how she felt about it. I had always sensed a great deal of interest when I had mentioned how hot Andre was, or how much I enjoyed watching hours and hours of BET, just to see sexy black rappers flaunt their power and physical domination on the airwaves of the nation. We had sat glued to the television for hours, savoring each rippling ebony abdomen that glistened with sweat, every tattooed, muscular black bicep, every strong, beautiful ebony chest. I knew she was interested in black men, but she had never gone as far as to openly admit it.

"So how was it?" She asked me quietly. She was staring directly into my eyes, her wavy black hair cascading down her dark, tanned cheeks. Brandy had long eyelashes and dark, sensuous lips that she had inherited from her gorgeous Brazilian mother. Brandy had dark skin and a body so thin she had a good chance of being a supermodel. Here in Atlanta, she was positively exotic looking and had never lacked attention from boys.

"It was amazing" I said simply, and she knew that I meant it. I looked into her eyes and I knew she understood just how much I meant it. I didn't have to describe the mind-blowing orgasms or the pleasure swallowing down as much of a big black dick as you could. With our eyes locked, she understood completely without having to say a word.

I knew she was really thinking about something. She was subdued throughout practice, though know one else seemed to notice it. I noticed her looking down in the basketball court, glancing at Andre, Marquis and the rest of them practicing down on the court. I noticed her looking because I couldn't help but looking myself. Frequently Andre would look back at me and smile and wink. I couldn't help but wondering when I would get to be with him again, or if he would even want to see me again after what had happened in the locker room last night. I was afraid that by sucking Marquis off, he might think I was some trashy slut and not want anything to do with me. I was worried for a moment that my fun might be over not long after it started, but it dawned on me that black dick was not in short supply around here. I could probably fuck the whole basketball team if I wanted to. I had a feeling none of them would turn me down, if I asked sweetly.

My body was getting wound up watching them play down on the court. The satisfaction and relief brought by last night's pounding was transforming into craving and lust. I couldn't believe how horny I felt, I had hoped that I would be able to control myself, but my body had been fucked twice by black dick in the past 3 days, and clearly it was starting to like it.

We practiced for hours and the intense physical exertion help to curb my increasing horniness. At 8:15, Coach Harmony decided we were ready for tomorrow's big pep rally.

"Alright girls, go home and rest up. We need to be fresh and ready to go tomorrow afternoon."

Brandy and I turned and began walking back to the lower level of the gym to the locker room. I noticed that the court was empty; the boys had probably been let go 10 minutes before. I saw some players milling around and heading outside to their cars. As we crossed the gym, Andre came trotting out of the opposite side of the gym. He had his book bag on, and behind him were Marquis and another basketball player named Jamal. Andre headed toward us and we slowed to talk to him. Ahead of us, Coach Harmony headed into the changing room without looking back. The door shut behind her. We were completely alone in the gym.

"What's up ladies? Ya'll have a good practice?" He asked casually, smiling confidently.

"Yeah, I think we are ready for tomorrow. How about you guys?" I replied.

Jamal and Marquis nodded. Andre replied "yeah. We gonna fuck them boys from Decatur up."

I laughed. I wanted to arrange something, but I really didn't know how to go about it, especially with Brandy standing next to me. "What are you guys up to now?" I asked innocently. I realized immediately that everyone present knew the question was anything but innocent.

Andre reached into his pocket and produced a large blunt cigar, filled with weed. "We gonna smoke this. Interested?"

I nodded immediately. I almost forgot about Brandy. I was sure she was going to back out. I realized what a slut I must look like to her, eagerly rushing off to get high with three giant black guys.

"Sounds good." Brandy replied. I turned to look at her and she smiled and winked at me. "I've never been high before." She said in her most innocent voice. I knew better than that.

"Meet us in the back parking lot when everyone leaves. We'll wait for ya." Andre said, and stepped towards the gym exit with Jamal and Marquis right behind him.

I wasn't sure what to think about Jamal. He was gorgeous in his own way, slightly leaner and taller than both Andre and Marquis, and he had a darkly confident that sacred and excited me every time I was around him. He played on the basketball team, but he was hardly a model student. He was always getting into trouble, fights, and confrontations with teachers and other students and came off as much more of a thuggish type than the other two. I was curious though, and I wasn't about to pass up a chance to sample another piece of prime black meat.

Brandy seemed eager too. As we changed in the locker room before heading out to meet them, she applied some pretty heavy makeup and painted her lips a dark, rich red. She pulled on some red jogging shorts and tight red workout top that looked beautiful against here tan almond skin. She pulled her long black hair back into a ponytail and gave me wink when she noticed me watching her.

Not to be outdone, I slid on a practice skirt from my cheerleading bag. It wasn't a proper cheerleading skirt with the school colors, but a simple white one we used for practice. After I pulled it up, I reached inside and gripped the seam of my panties and dropped them down to the floor. I didn't want anything to get in the way.

Brandy and I walked wordlessly out of the gym and into the parking lot, carrying our workout bags and trying to look casual. I spotted Andre's car on a far side of the student parking lot in a space right next to mine and Brandy's parked cars. As we approached the back door swung open and Marquis hopped out. 

"You girls ready to smoke?" He said in disarmingly sweet voice. He might act nice, but I knew he was every inch a stud with a fat black cock to boot. 

I smiled at him. "Sure. Let us throw our bags in our cars and we'll ride with you guys."

"Aight. Brandy, you can ride shotgun." He replied. I guess that put me in the backseat.

After throwing my bag into my car, I slid past Marquis and into the middle of the large back seat in Andre's old Buick. The car was old but obviously he had put a lot of work into it. It was painted a dark, glossy black and the interior had been entirely redone with rich brown leather. Jamal was sitting next to the window on my right, and gave me a tight smile and a wassup nod as I slid in next to him. Andre, sitting in the driver's seat, turned back and smiled at me. 

"Hows it goin baby." He asked in his deep, confident voice.

"Okay. Practice was pretty rough today. Harmony was being a real bitch and kept making us do the same shit over and over." I replied. As I was speaking, Brandy had come around and opened up the front passenger door and hopped in. All eyes went to her as she casually draped her slender, tanned arm across the front bench seat.

"Yeah. What a bitch." She continued my sentence. "Me and Kat really need to unwind."

Andre smiled and started up his car. "We can do that." He said, nodding his head and laughing suggestively.

"Hey dawg, cut that music back up." Jamal said. I looked over at him briefly and he met my eyes. His gaze sent a thrilling shiver of fear down my body. He was so lean and darkly powerful, so cold in his demeanor. Being near him filled me with sense thrilling sense of danger. I knew that he would not hesitate to take every advantage of me that he could, and that's exactly what I wanted. 

The deep, rumbling bass from Andre's trunk speaker system filled the car. I wasn't sure where we going, but I figured it was someplace relatively private. My body was tense and I was somewhat nervous in the car full of all these people. Even though I had fucked Andre twice and blown Marquis, I could not suppress the anxious feelings of lust, nervousness, and the tremendous excitement that was building inside of me. 

No one spoke as Andre drove the powerful car back around our high school and towards the baseball field. He pulled onto a small road that ran behind the field that led to the visiting team's dugout and changing room. He parked his car behind the low cement dugout, and we were completely hidden from the high school and anyone driving threw the parking lot. I began to relax.

Andre pulled the blunt from the glove box of his car. "Aight, let's smoke this shit."

"Fuck yeah man, light that bitch up." Marquis echoed from the back seat. He leaned forward and looked over at Brandy. "You sure you never smoked up before?"

She turned and looked at him and nodded, batting her dark, exotic eyes. "Never. I've always been too scared to try." She said in a subtly seductive voice.

Marquis laughed and leaned back, and I felt him lay his arm across the backseat that we were sharing. It lay just behind my head, and I could feel it brush against my hair as he leaned back and stretched out. I had to fight the instinct to close my eyes and breathe in his entrancing scent. Jamal also shifted in his seat, and his black denim jeans rubbed against my bare right leg and stayed there. He placed a hand on his knee that was also temptingly near. As the proximity to these powerful men began to awaken my senses, I felt my lust rise to a level that was almost painful. I really hoped those guys were up for some serious fucking. For a moment I worried that Brandy might chicken out and screw it up for everyone, but as I saw Andre lean over and place the just lit blunt in her hand, my fears vanished. I had always known Brandy was as hot for black guys as I was, and maybe she was finally ready to admit it.

She took the blunt in and took a large hit and held it in. Andre was smiling at her and watching her face expectantly. She smiled wickedly and exhaled the sizeable hit through her nostrils. Andre was obviously very into Brandy, but I didn't really feel any jealously towards her. Clearly if I wanted to have access to Andre's friends, he was going to have access to mine.

Brandy turned and passed the burning blunt to Jamal. He took a large hit and passed it to me, and I did the same. The blunt circled the group many times, and each passing hit seemed to relax everyone considerably. Brandy had stretched her legs onto Andre's lap, and leaned against the door. We all laughed and talked, and I began to realized how laid back the guys all really were. Their confidence in themselves was really very liberating, and even Jamal showed the selfless sense of humor and easy comfort that I find so appealing about strong black men. The music thumped in the background and we laughed and talked about school and everything else. Their laid-back confidence was contagious and Brandy and I were soon completely relaxed and having a really good time just hanging out with Andre and his friends. 




Born For It Ch. 03



Jamal was passing the almost depleted blunt to me when the lighter that accompanied slipped from his hands and fell down into the seat. It landed on the smooth leather of the seat and slid back and came to a stop just inches from my pantyless crotch. 

"Damn. Lemme get that." He said, in a voice barely higher than a whisper.

I was hitting the blunt, gazing interestedly at Jamal as he slowly leaned forward to retrieve his lighter. He looked directly into my eyes, and again I felt that a thrilling shiver rush through my body as his cold, dark eyes locked with mine. He confidently lowered his hand down between my legs, his thumb barely brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. He held my gaze, seemingly daring me to try and resist his powerful, invading hand. I exhaled the potent weed smoke and smiled at him as he leaned in closer. Without breaking his gaze, I handed the blunt over to Marquis. I could feel the arm that Marquis had casually placed behind me closing in behind me. He turned and leaned in close to me to retrieve the small roach that was all that remained of the blunt. The heat from their bodies was driving me through the roof, and again I had to resist a carnal urge to thrust my hungry cunt onto Jamal's encroaching hand. 

I bit my lip and closed my eyes as I felt Jamal's hand close around the lost lighter that lay between my legs. I had spread my legs to accommodate his probing hand, and though I knew Jamal had a perfect grasp of my desires, I gently squeezed my soft, creamy thighs around his strong fist. When I did this his hand opened back up immediately, releasing the lighter and slid back to touch the inside of my thigh. I could feel Marquis's hand wrap around my shoulder, and breaking my gaze with Jamal, I turned to face him. He had taken a deep hit from the last of the blunt and leaned in close to me, his lips dark lips brushing pressing against mine. I instinctively opened my mouth and he exhaled his hit into me and I immediately breathed in deep into my body. The drug seemed to explode throughout my body, and I felt my senses heighten and drink in the stimulation that these two black gods were pouring into me. 

Jamal's hand had slowly rubbed up my leg and soon discovered the fact that I wasn't wearing any panties. He snaked his other arm behind my waist, and with it pulled my white practice skirt further up my thighs. As I exhaled the hit I Turned from Marquis, whose free hand began to rub across my stomach, at Brandy and Andre. I was very pleased to see that Brandy had apparently laid down across the front seat, as all I could see was Andre's powerful shoulders, apparently freed from their clothing, flexing has he leaned down on top of her. I could hear the sounds of them kissing heavily, her soft moans as his tongue caressed her neck and massaged her ears. Brandy had once told me that her earlobes were her most sensitive spot, and it appeared that Andre had quickly discovered all her hot zones as her hands appeared from behind the seat and dug into his muscled, ebony back. 

I was too entranced with my own suitors to pay much attention to Brandy at that moment. Jamal had leaned in and was kissing my own neck, his large but nimble tongue rubbed up and down my exquisitely sensitive neck as his hand continued to rub the soft inside of my leg. As I closed my eyes and tilted my head to allow him more access to my neck, Marquis snaked his hand up the front of my shirt and was tweaking a rock hard nipple between his strong fingers. Unfettered by Jamal's close proximity, he leaned in and began kissing the front of my neck running his equally splendid tongue up my neck and around the bottom and up the front of my chin; just as his tongue reached my mouth, Jamal moved his attentions further down my neck and too my shoulder, running his moist tongue over my burning hot flesh. I leaned in to kiss Marquis, and our tongues wrapped around each other and I savored the taste of his sweet lips pressed against my own. I had never kissed anyone with the fervor I was possessed with now. Jamal and Marquis were getting me hotter than I had ever been before.

Jamal pressed a finger against the outer rim of my wet slit and flicked it up and down the sensitive outer edge. He chuckled, and looking up at Marquis (who had just pulled back from our tongue-sucking kiss) said "This ho is leakin down here Marq."

Marquis leaned in and looked down between my spread legs and at my slobbering cunt that Jamal continued to expertly tease with his strong finger. He nodded in agreement and laughed. "That's some good lookin pussy you got Kat."

I bit down on my lip, unable to respond, as Jamal clairvoyantly located my clitoris and plucked it with his uncannily stimulating finger. 

Andre's head rose up from behind the front seat and he turned to look over me grinning as he took the in the scene of my lithe young body being pleasured from every angle by Jamal and Marquis. I could hear Brandy's heavy breathing from the front; I imagined that she was getting much the same treatment. The thought of the godlike Andre dominating my sweet little Brandy was even more fuel for the fire that was raging inside of I was really starting to like this car and the ultra-close proximity that it facilitated. Being so close to this many black guys could never be a bad thing.

Marquis reached down and began pulling my tank top off over my head. My hands, which had been resting on my legs, found new homes massaging the bulging crotches that had developed on both sides of me. Jamal slid two of his large fingers inside my now drenched pussy and slowly spun them around until they were side by side deep inside my burning snatch. He began to flex and move them in a beckoning gesture that rubbed the walls of my horny cunt in a way that sent me over the edge. Marquis had lowered his head down and leaned across my chest to take a nipple into his mouth, softly rubbing it with his hard teeth and teasing it with his flicking tongue. Between their irresistibly powerful duel stimulation, I felt an orgasm come rushing over me like a tidal wave. My hips bucked up against Jamal's strong hand and my neck arched back as a loud moan escaped my mouth as pleasure overwhelmed my body. My hands grabbed on to the rock hard cocks I felt under both their clothing, powerful black tools just waiting to be put to work. 

As the body-shuddering orgasms passed, my head rolled forward and my eyes sprung open to the site of Brandy climbing on top of Andre, who was now leaning back against his door, and lowering herself onto what I knew to be his magnificent black cock. Andre gazed up at here with smug satisfaction as she pinched her nipples and tugged on her breasts as she lowered herself down the pleasure of his ebony dick filled her. She was completely oblivious now, overcome by the pleasure, and I badly wanted to see her firm little ass gliding up and down Andre's glistening black prick, her pussy wrapping around and coating his thick shaft with her sweet juices. The look on her face said it all, and in a manner of second she was serenely bouncing her self up and down on his powerful black manhood.

I lifted my hands from their bulging crotches and pushed each of them back to their respective sides. I climbed up on the wide seat, facing Jamal and his still unseen cock. My ass hung just inches away from Marquis's face, I didn't think it would take him long to think of something to do with it.

Jamal turned sideways and propped a leg against the back of the seat. I slid forward, my eyes glued to the zipper that was hiding my hot chocolate treat. My mouth salivated at the thought of getting to suck on a black dick, but I also very interested to see how he measured up with Andre and Marquis. Now that I was becoming something of a connoisseur of black cock, I began to regard every unseen dick as an unopened present waiting to unwrapped and played with. 

I undid the top button of his pants as he looked down on me calmly. There was something about Jamal that made me feel completely dominated and under his control. He had a secret power that threatened and teased at the same time, and I had a hunch that I knew what was behind it. As I unzipped his pants he wrapped his hand around my head, pulling my blonde hair through his dark fingers. I slid his pants down, and much to my excitement, he wasn't wearing anything underneath them either. His cock was, without a doubt, the longest one I had yet seen. All the guys in the car had big dicks, but I was pretty sure that Jamal's was somehow larger than even Andre's, there were at least eleven and a half inches pulsing there before me, and just as thick as Andre's. Marquis probably had a good 8 or so, but he seemed thicker than Andre. 

After gazing at it for a moment, I looked up at Jamal and smiled.

"You know what to do, bitch." He commanded down at me. 

I immediately felt guilty for having to be told to do what was clearly my natural role and function in this world. I lifted his massive member up, and ran my tongue from its stout base up to the top; the sheer length of it was overwhelming. I stroked the top half of his cock as I descended on his large black balls, gently sucking them and massaging them my tongue, breathing in deeply that sultry satisfying scent of these delicious cum factories. I felt Marquis rub a hand across my blossoming cunt, and finding it more than ready, lining up the fat cock that had yet to explore my eager insides. I worked a clear drop of precum and out of the tip of Jamal's unbelievable cock and smoothed it down the sides, polishing his dick to shine like ebony marble. I teased wrapped my plush lips around the fat mushroom head, and with a lust that was even greater than ever before, began to slurp the pulsing head with all the force I could muster, milking it for all it was worth, twirling my tongue around his sensitive cockhead and sucking it like a vacuum cleaner. His response was immediate, He let out a hard moan and gripped my head with is strong hand. Marquis's cock, which he had pressed slowly against my relatively tight (compared to the monster he was pushing in there) pussy, broke through the tight outer muscles and into the deep, wet canal that was so starved for big black dick. The penetration brought instant satisfaction, and I was tempted to stop my labors on Jamal's cock and savor the relief my cunt had been crying out for since stepping into this car full of hot black guys and my equally slutty best friend.

In fear of pissing of Jamal, I returned my attention to his mouth-watering cock. Marquis, once he buried his tool to the balls, began to pump in and out of me in rhythm with the thumping bass from the music from Andre's stereos. Jamal, gripping the base of his cock released my head and let me do what I had been waiting to do to his beautiful cock since the day I was born. The rhythm of our fucking was soon established, and Marquis's brimming balls would slap against by cunt as I gagged down as much of Jamal's cock as I could. Andre had been a god before, but the feeling of two black cocks bumping inside of you is a feeling that is beyond divine. I was beyond doubting my choice in the matter; I was seeing my lifelong desires finally come to life. There is something rewarding about satisfying about fulfilling your deepest, darkest desires. As Marquis hands grabbed hold of my waist, pulling me down on his fat cock and Jamal pulled his glistening black dick out of my mouth and rubbed it across my face, I knew that there was nothing else on this earth for me.

Jamal took hold of my head and pushed my face back down into his balls. I dutifully obeyed, and resumed licking and fondling them. He was rubbing his huge cock with one hand, holding my head down with the other. I moaned breathlessly with each thrust from Marquis cock, I didn't want it to ever end.

I could hear Brandy screaming in the front seat, but it seemed like a million miles away. Clearly Andre was giving her twat the plowing it deserved, but all my senses were consumed with the black cocks that were filling my mouth and splitting my eager pussy wide open. We were in our own world, and I imagine so were Brandy and Andre.

Jamal let go his cock, and it slapped against my forehead as I looked up at him. Marquis, with a groan, pulled his cock out of my well stretch twat and breathed heavily behind me. Jamal pushed me upright by my shoulders and commanded me to slide onto his lap. He slid underneath me until I was propped up on my knees over his stomach. I took the time to look over the seat and to see little Brandy, her face red and eyes closed, with hot satisfied moans escaping her mouth, sideways in the front seat getting fucked raw by Andre and his undeniable black dick. He pistoned in and out her at a pace that was clearly overwhelming her senses. His strong bare chest shone with the sweat of what had to be at least half an hour of unrelenting pounding, of stuffing a dick that Brandy couldn't have even dreamed of the night before, in and out of her practically virgin cunt. She was getting her brains fucked out up there.

I felt Marquis hands press against the hot skin of my back, and I lowered myself down over Jamal. He looked up at me and I felt him placing his dick at the entrance of my well fucked snatch. Marquis had lowered was propping himself up with his hands, and I had a creeping suspicion that I something I might not be able to handle was about to happen. Jamal flexed his rock hard cock up to the entrance of my pussy taking hold of my ass, arched his back and pulled me down and pushed it all the way inside of me. I let out a scream of pain and pleasure as his dick pressed even further than Andre's had and I was quickly rolling my ass up and down on his massive member. After working my twat out for a minute, Jamal took hold of my ass and brought it to a stop. I felt a finger press against my completely virgin asshole, giving it an exploratory stretch. I heard Marquis spit down onto my asshole, and I begin to worry. Jamal, who was staring up at me, read my mind.

"We about to see if you can really take a dick, bitch." He spoke up to me, in a wickedly cruel voice that completely turned me on. Jamal was eager to treat me like the slut that I was and I then immediately realized that deserved being fucked in the ass by Marquis was exactly what a horny white slut like me deserved. The inevitability of it all dispelled all my fears in a flash and as the first inch of his enormously thick cock began to spread my tight asshole, my body was consumed by a flood of feeling that transcended pain and pleasure, an indescribable feeling of being completely opened up, of being completely penetrated and exposed. 

The feeling only grow as his cock plowed deeper and deeper into my ass, and as Jamal began resumed his ruthless pummeling of my stretched pussy from below; I went over the edge like I never had before. I bucked my ass back against their penetrating cocks, my neck arched and my hair cracked in the air as my head jerked back in response to the overwhelming sensation. My fingers dug into Jamal's shoulders as the fucked me with all their might, Marquis soon ramming his enormous black prick in and out of my freshly uncovered ass, burying his cock inside parts of me that I never even knew could exist. And I fucked them back, pushing against their cocks and sending them deeper inside of me, my screams became louder and louder and my control became less and less. I forgot that I was in car parked behind a dugout at my high school baseball field. I forgot that my best friend was in the front seat getting reamed by the black guy who had brought me into this wonderful new world of absolute carnal pleasure. All I knew was cock, black cock, and how much I always wanted it inside every hole I could squeeze it into. As Marquis stretched my ass further and further from recognition and Jamal slammed his huge cock inside my quivering cunt, striking my clit and ramming through a million nerves with each powerful thrust, I was finally happy. For a moment, all of my senses came together and answered the question most people are never lucky enough to have answered. This was what I was born for. I didn't care if it made sense or not, there was nothing as powerful and overwhelming as having my insides turn inside out by a couple of fat black cocks. 

Marquis was the first to come, and did so with a roar and powerful barrage of thrusts that blasted my newly opened asshole full of his hot black seed and rolled my eyes back in their sockets. Jamal soon followed suit and planted an unimaginably potent load of his cum deep inside my womb coating my inside with his glorious black nut. They held their cocks inside of me after they came, breathing and sweating as their orgasms left them and their sense returned. I went limp as Marquis pulled his cock out of my ass; I could feel it dilate in the hot, dank air of the car that had been our fuck-pen. The sound of slurping brought me to my senses, and with Jamal's spent cock still deep inside me, I rose and looked over the front seat in time to see Brandy getting blasted in the face with Andre's ivory white cum. It spewed from his shining black cock in blast after blast, and brandy, like the good slut that I knew she was, took it across her face and swallowed every drop that landed in her mouth. Andre grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed his cock against her face, rubbing the juices of his cum and her extremely well fucked pussy across her lips and face. Her slender tan body glistened with the efforts of her lovemaking, and I smiled down at her. I felt no shame in what I had done, and she shouldn't either.

Andre turned and looked over at me. "You got your fill for tonight, Kat?" he said mockingly, still holding his impressively hard cock in his hand.

I looked down at Brandy and smiled. "Not quite yet." Marquis, who had slumped back in the seat and opened his door to let some cool air into the car that had been so heated up by the passions of all our fucking, laughed out loud.

"This girl is a freak Andre. No doubt." Marquis said. Pulling his shorts up and stepping out of the car to cool off.

I smiled and leaned forward and wrapped my hands around Brandy's pretty, cum-covered face. I wanted her to know not to be ashamed of anything, not to worry about judgment or question something so beautiful because of what she was afraid I might think. I pulled her face closed to mine and kissed her softly over the seat, tasting the familiar flavor of Andre's dick and his warm, salty cum still lingering in her mouth. 

"Thank you Kat." She whispered. "I never would have done it without you."

Underneath me, Jamal pulled his softening but still rigid cock from my pussy and slid out from under me. He leaned against the door and looked over at me. Lighting a cigarette, he exhaled the smoke and looked at me with his flinty eyes. I wasn't sure if he was disgusted with this grows display of lust or pleased with my no-holes barred performance. Looking at Andre, he said simply "These white girls startin to learn how this crew works"

Andre nodded in agreement slapped Brandy playfully on the ass. "Damn right J. We got some good pussy in these girls." Andre was clearly proud of sharing his catch with his friends.

I noticed Brandy was looking down at my ass and I turned to see the handiwork my two black studs had wrought. My ass was still dilating, slowly sealing itself back up, and a thick stream of cum ran down my crack and joined with the current that was dripping from my completely fucked pussy. It was a strangely beautiful sight and I relaized leaned back in the brown leather seats, savoring the serene satisfaction that only being shot full of dick and a cum can bring a girl.

Brandy smiled at me and giggled. "Next time we smoke out, I get to set in the back."



Born For It: Deep Black Dicks



*All Characters in this story are over the age of 18!

Brittney

My name is Brittney and I am pleased to report that my younger, spoiled, bratty step-sister has turned into a certifiable, black cock addicted whore. For a year and a half I have been forced to watch her easy successes and the glowing appreciation showered upon her by my cunt of a step-mother and my wimp of a father. Since they married, this bitchy little blonde debutante has turned into the daughter my father never had, successful in school and a model Christian child. But, much to my delight, I have had the pleasure of learning about my perfect little sister descent into the thriving subculture of black cock worship and submission, of brutal gang-fucking and endless cock-lust that thrives in our hometown of Atlanta. 

For generations strong black men have toiled on the lands of the south, growing stronger and more physically superior with each passing generation. They are descended from a stock forced to slave and reproduce under the whip of the white man, and hundreds of years of harsh evolution have bred a line so rugged and powerful that their former masters grovel pathetically at their feet. As a white women, I have always known that black men were supreme to their pathetic white counterparts, every trace of doubt fading with every bulging black arm, rippling ebony chest, and bulging groin that flashed across my televison screen. I had given into lust at a much earlier age than sweet little Kat had. I knew that she was still giddy from her first tastes of the magnificent treat of hot black cock; I had been a full-fledged addict to it for years.

I first learned about Kat's descent on a Friday night that I was spending at my favorite Atlanta hotspot, The Vortex. I was a waitress in Midtown by day, but on most nights of the week you could find me hunting for large, hot, black cock in one of several nightclubs. No black man that ever laid eyes on me had any doubt as to my desires; I wore my lust for black dick openly and invitingly, and over the past 4 years I had sucked countless anonymous black cocks, taken dozens of hot loads in my steaming pussy and tight ass. My addiction was complete and all-consuming; no pleasure was greater than a pulsing black cock spreading my tight sphincter, no thirst was larger than my hunger for hot black cum erupting in my mouth. So imagine my delight when I heard that my flawless stepsister Kat, flower of white virginity, had been consumed by the same lust.

On the Friday when Kat first gave herself to Andre at a drunken party, he called me and told me that he had taken my sweet little sister. The thought of Kat descending into the world that I loved so well had never occurred to me before but I found it immediately appealing. On Sunday, when I blew Marquis fat cock as he told me about Kat similar blowjob the night before, I realized that the thought of Kat innocent little face being blasted with loads of hot cum was acutely thrilling to me. On Monday night, Jamal told me of his recent conquest of my little sister I knew, beyond the shade of a doubt, that our sweet little Kat was indeed a full-fledged slut. Of the three black guys that Kat had been with, I was one of their many willing sluts. It hadn't taken long for the word of Kat's exploits to travel to me.

Since our parents had married, I had watched her with an interest that I admit was frequently driven my lustful interest in this seemingly perfectly innocent teen life. I was no stranger to the dark rivers of lust and passion that guided the human heart, but it was not until Andre told me of my precious little step-sister newfound "taste" for black cock that my true feelings came rushing to the surface. The thought of her perfect little face being blasted with the hot cum that pulsed from Andre's cock thrilled me; the vision of her virgin asshole being plowed wide by Marquis thick black dick made me even hornier than I had ever been before. As cock after cock was pushed into me, my thoughts always returned to her, my innocent, fresh little sister being fucked inside ut by the black dick I had grown to love so much. I had to see this for myself.

I was no stranger to black men, and those that Kat had chosen to give her sweet little bottom to were particularly dear to me. Andre and Jamal had been constant fuck-buddies for quite a while, since I was introduced to them by Jamal older brother Raheem. Raheem was a giant of a man, standing nearly 6'5 and bulging with hard muscle. His demeanor was cold and ruthless, as he had spent a number of years in prison for various crimes. His cock, simply put, was gigantic. I had never been fucked by such a large cock as his, and of all the black guys that had stuffed my wet pussy with their rock hard cocks, Raheem was my favorite. He could dominate you in every way with his towering physique and unstoppable cock. His years in prison had made him a ruthless and brutal sex machine and he could push your body to limits that you can't even imagine. It was Raheem that transformed me into a true slut for black cock, and I thought it was time that sweet little Kat found out just how far she would go with her newfound interest in black dick.

When I told Raheem my plan, a wicked grin broke across his rugged, handsome face. We were sitting in a mall parking lot, and I held his big cock in my heads, stroking it slowly as he smoked a smoldering blunt. 

"Jamal said this bitch was a freak. You think she ready to go that far?" He asked, exhaling the heavy marijuana smoke as he spoke.

My hands cupped his balls and my tongue danced over the head of his pulsing cock. "Our parents will be out of town all weekend. It will be perfect."

He nodded and wrapped a large hand around the back of my head and pushed my throat down around his cock.

"Aight..let's show this bitch how we do it down here in a.t.l"

As I dutifully gagged down his enormous jet black cock, my heart raced at the thought of the unimaginable delight I was about to bring my perfect little sister. She was about to get more dick than she ever dreamed of.

We planned it for Friday night. Raheem called Andre, Marquis, and Jamal and told her that Kat's pussy was off limits for the rest of the week. They weren't too happy with that, but they knew what was going on. Our parents would be out of town the entire weekend, so that would give Raheem plenty of time to break Kat in to her new lifestyle. Raheem was a master of turning white girls into cock loving whores; I never seen a girl that could resist his charm. The first time I met him, it only took him 10 minutes to have me in the backseat of his car taking his fourteen inch cock in my steaming cunt and begging for more. Ever since then I had done anything and everything he had asked, and I had never been happier. I was doing Kat a huge favor by introducing her to this black god, her life as about to get even better.

I watched Kat closely all week, waiting for the tell-tale signs that I knew were inevitable when a horny little white girl gets addicted to black dick. Jamal and the boys, following Raheem's declaration of new black dick for little Kat, stayed away from her. I felt a little bad for her really, but I knew that it would make everything easier and even more satisfying for her. She spent time in her room, clicking away at her keyboard until early in the morning. When she got up and went to school, I checked her computer history, to find she had been visiting hardcore interracial porn sites non-stop, probably fingering herself all night to images of hot black dicks fucking the brains out of lucky white sluts. I knew what she was going through- porn only makes you hornier for the black cock, only quenching your lust momentarily before it returns even more powerfully. 

My own horniness was practically insatiable as well, though I had the benefit of knowing enough hard black cocks to keep my pussy dripping cum every night of the week. My own exploits paled in comparison to what happened to sweet little Katherine that Friday night. Here it is, in her own words. 

Friday Night

After my weekend of fucking, sucking and cumming with Andre and his friends, I was ready for more. Unfortunately, my black men ignored me completely. I called Andre every night, never getting an answer. At school he wouldn't even acknowledge me, and Marquis and Jamal did the same. Had they fucked me and moved on? Was it that easy for them? Maybe they were just keeping it casual, but I was going through the roof. My pussy was positively on fire, and no amount of masturbation or porn was putting it out. 

By Friday I was determined to get fucked some black cock, and I didn't care where it would come from. My friends were all making plans, but I knew that this was something I was going to do alone. My parents had left town to visit my grandparents, so I wouldn't have to worry about even coming home if I didn't want to. When school was finally over on Friday I raced to the parking lot and left to go home as quickly as I could, barely speaking to my friends. I had only one goal in mind: getting some black cock wherever I could find it. I was confident, this was Atlanta, the home of the biggest, blackest dicks in America. How hard would it be for a hot slice of young white pussy to get some?

I drove through traffic and finally arrived at my parent's posh suburban home. It was in a neighborhood in the 400,000 dollar range, though that meant very little because everyone I knew lived in these kinds of houses. I was surprised, however, when I saw my sister's car parked in front of the garage door, which was shut. She had usually left by this time of afternoon to go to her job as a waitress in town. It didn't really matter. We all had our own separate areas of the house, whatever the hell she was doing wasn't going to interfere in my mission tonight in the least bit.

I entered the house through the front door, and I immediately realized something was different. An odd scent hung in the air, musky and foreign to my parents sterile suburban dwelling. Loud music played from upstairs, definitely coming from my sister's room, was she having a party or something? She never had friends over and was rarely even here. She kept her private life to herself, so whatever was going on was not something she would do while my parents were home. I froze for a moment, listening, but all I could hear was the music. I was nervous, but I decided to just get upstairs and to my room and just avoid whatever was going on up there. I climbed the stairs quickly, and when I got to the top I turned down the hallway leading to my room. The loud hip hop bumped in my sisters room. My curiosity was definitely raised. What could be going on in there? My own horniness fueled my imagination and I imagined my wild stepsister in there getting laid by some hornier coworker from her restaurant. I could tell that the door was open by the way the music poured into the house, shaking the very walls with the hypnotizing thump of the rap music. Maybe she was just hanging out in there listening to music. I decided to walk around the hall to see what she was doing.

When I turned the corner of the hall that went into her room, I froze in my tracks. Brittney was spread out on her back on top of her bed, legs in the air, getting the shit fucked out of her by the biggest niger I had ever seen Her hands were being held down by another giant black thug, a gigantic dick floating in the air above her, holding her down while his buddy fucked her. I couldn't tell if they were raping her or not, her eyes were closed and she was screaming but I could barely hear her over the music. I didn't know whether to scream or keep watching.

I felt a pair of hands wrapping around my torso and mouth tried to scream but his large black hand blocked my mouth. I immediately felt the power of his body surrounding me, and I stopped resisting immediately. 

"Hey bitch." A vaguely familiar voice whispered in my ear."How's yo tight little ass feelin?"

I was shoved into the room and the two black guys who were apparently raping Brittney looked up at me and immediately dark grins spread across there faces spun to see who had come up behind me, and was faced with Jamal, Andre's thug friend who had fucked me in the ass in the back of Andre's car just a week before. I turned to look down at Brittney, who was looking at me with a scared face.

Was this my fault?

The song came to a stop abruptly and the booming music vanished. 

Jamal stepped into the room and grabbed onto my light cotton skirt and yanked it to the ground. The man holding down brittney appeared behind me as Jamal rubbed the crotch of my panties, hooking the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head. I was completely in awe of these gigantic black men and was powerless to do anything but submit. I wasn't afraid. This is what I wanted and I didn't care how I got it. 

"Just do what they want, Katherine." Brittney said, fear in voice..

I turned to look at her. The gigantic Negro still had his cock inside her and had placed his hands on her shoulder, pinning her to the bed. My concern her vanished when I turned back to jamal and saw him staring down into my eyes with a cold, dominating gaze. He had removed his shirt and his dark, muscular body covered with black tattoos and letters began to dominate my senses. 

"You ready to suck some dick, ho?" He said in a low, menacing voice.

My bra came unsnapped and fell to the floor and the other guy grabbed my tits roughly, squeezing them with his large, strong hands. I could feel his cock rubbing against my back. He pushed me down to the floor, my panties still on as Jamal unbuttoned his pants. His gigantic, jet black cock flopped out and floated in the air, already rock hard. I was mesmerized by it. I didn't care that my stepsister was goings to see me do it. I was going to suck that big black dick so fucking hard . The unfamiliar black guy pushed me down to my knees and held my head as Jamal aimed his monster black cock and jammed it into my mouth. I made no show of resisting and gagged on his cock as he forced it down my throat. His friend held my head as Jamal began to brutally fuck my mouth, pounding his cock down my gagging throat. I began to scream but it wasn't because I didn't like it. He pulled his cock out of my throat after jamming it down and holding it there. It sprung out of mouth and pointed at the ceiling, saliva and spit hanging from it and running it strands back down to my hungry little mouth. He rubbed his big cock against my face, wiping my own saliva on my cheeks and lips. He took hold of his cock and gave it a stroke, milking a big drop of clear pre-cum to the tip of his dick. Without hesitation, I took hold of his cock and licked it off.

Jamal laughed. "I told ya Dee, this bitch is a real ho." 

The niger behind let go of my head and walked around. He was just as thuggish as Jamal, but definitely a couple years older and much bigger. His cock as glorious, and I couldn't help but gazing at it hungrily as I ran my hands up and down Jamal's glistening ebony shaft.

"Get dat bitch on da bed." The man holding Brittney down said. "Let's fuck both deez hoes."

I looked over at the man. Brittney was now standing behind him, holding his cock and rubbing his stomach. She was smiling at me wickedly. Had she set this up?

"You've already fucked Jamal, but these niggers are gonna show you what black dick is all about." She said sweetly. I was stunned. Should I deny it? I looked her in the eyes and then I noticed the black cock she was holding in the air, stroking and shining the pussy juice it had just plowed from her own twat. It was massive, easily the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was more than a foot long and almost as thick as a Coke can. I wanted that dick inside me.

She noticed me staring at it. "Raheem's got the biggest cock in Atlanta. He's gonna show you what a real nigger can do."

Raheem's gigantic dick floated in the air, rock hard, fresh from plowing my stepsisters wet pussy. I was on my knees, Jamal and Dee standing over me with their big cocks floating above my head. Brittney must have set this up! How did she know? I had entered the house, thinking she was getting raped, and now I was about to get fucked by three of the biggest, blackest dicks I had ever seen. I knew it was too late to deny my lust for these black cocks. I might as well enjoy the incredible opportunity for fucking that my sister had laid out before me.

I rose up from my knees, and made eye contact with Raheem. I began walking across my sisters bedroom and towards her bed. She smiled at me still gripping Raheem's monestrous dick from behind.

"I knew you couldn't resist, you little slut." She said confidently. Raheem laughed and so did Jamal and Dee, who were following behind me. I made no effort in denying it, keeping my eyes locked on the beautiful ebony cock that was about to be mine. 

I laid down on the end of the bed in front of Raheem who was standing with Brittney behind him. I hooked my fingers into my tight panties and pulled them down my legs, exposing my engorged pussy lips to him. The sight of Raheem pounding Brittney had gotten me wet instantly, and stroking Jamal's dick and tasting his sweet precum had gotten me even more so. I reached down and stroked my clit, staring up at Raheem's towering form. He was a giant of man with a cock to match it. My eighteen-year-old pussy seemed tighter than ever. I wanted that cock inside me, and I knew I was going to get it.

"Hold her legs back." Raheem said in a low voice to Jamal and Dee. Jamal grabbed my right leg and Dee my left, pulling me to the edge of the bed and pushing my pussy out towards Raheem. With there other hands they held their hard black cocks, stroking them and waiting for their turn. 

Raheem stepped forward and rubbed his massive cock head over th lips of my dripping cunt, probing it's wetness with the tip of his hot dick. Brittney had moved to stand next to Jamal, her big tits pressed against his arm. She gazed down into my eyes, smiling knowingly.

"Get ready slut." She whispered, winking at me as she ran her hands over Jamal's muscular body.

I bit down on my bottom lip as Raheem began pressing his cock against my tight little hole. His girth was enormous and the pressure was intense as his cock began to penetrate the tight ring of my pussy. As his cock inched inside the feeling was overwhelming, my twat stretched slowly around his cock, growing to accommodate what had to be one of the biggest dicks ever. My eyes rolled back in my head and my hands gripped the side of the bed, and I realized I was screaming, but it wasn't from pain.

Raheem looked down at me and smiled smugly. "I'm gonna fuck da shit out of dis little pussy, bitch."

My back arched and my body twisted as he pushed his cock slowly inside of me- when he passed as deep as any dick had ever gone before and kept going, I almost passed out. I screamed in pleasure- the sensation was one of pain and immense lust unbridled, a lust that having a foot long black cock inside of you awakens. His hands gripped my hips and his cock was almost completely inside me now. His mouth hovered over mine as he leaned down on the bed, pushing his cock inside me. My mouth found his and I hungrily began sucking his big lips and kissing him; he pushed his tongue into my mouth and twirled it around mine. I was on the verge of a massive orgasm and his cock wasn't even all the way in yet. Dee and Jamal pulled my legs back further, pushing my pussy forward further onto his dick. They laughed as I screamed out as his cock hit even deeper inside me. My body began spasming and I had my first of many orgasms to come. His mouth stayed glued to my mine, sucking my lips and kissing me roughly. As my hands dug into his back he held his massive cock inside me as my pussy spasmed in pleasure on his rock hard cock. Then he started fucking me.




Born For It: Deep Black Dicks



With a jerk of his hips his cock retreated and then thrust back forward, pounding a spot so deep inside me that I didn't know it existed. I screamed out again, even louder, as his cock rediscovered it. My legs were spread wide and my pussy was thrust forward, allowing his gigantic cock unrestricted access to my tight little hole. Again his cock slid back and came forward, sending another body-wrenching shockwave through my body. With each thrust my mind became more scattered, my pleasure increased, and my screams became louder. I couldn't believe I had that cock inside me. His hips were soon pumping up and down, stretching my cunt around his monster cock with each thrust. He was pounding me so fucking deep I couldn't believe it. He soon reached an unbelievable pace, his hips pushing his cock in and out of me with such force I literally went over the edge. I closed my eyes and screamed out, bucking on his cock as it pounded the shit out of me. I came again and then again in rapid succession, and with each orgasm that crashed through my body he would ram his dick as deep as it would go and hold it there as my pussy contracted around his big black cock. His chiseled ebony body was soon glistening with sweat. I looked up and saw Brittney was up on her knees on the bed behind me, cupping her big tits and fingering herself as she watched Raheem pound me. She looked down at me and grinned wickedly. 

Raheem's pace increased even more and I felt his body tense as he approached his own climax.

"Please cum inside me, please cum inside me..." I begged in his ear as he pounded me with his massive cock. I wanted to feel his dick erupt and fill me with his hot cum. His back arched and he let out a roar as his cock exploded inside me, blasting in my womb like a shotgun. His cock spasmed blast after blast of what had to be the hottest, sweetest cum on the planet inside my lucky twat. I came with him for a fourth time as he coated my insides with his nut, sucking on his ear and licking his neck as my body convulsed with another massive orgasm. 

When he was done coming he looked into my eyes and smiled. Jamal and Dee let go of my legs and Raheem leaned back and pulled his spent cock out of me. I lay on my back in a daze, my body feeling more fucked than it had ever been in it's life. Andre had fucked my brains out before, but this was unbelievable. 

I didn't have long to rest though, as Brittney clearly had plans for me. Jamal and Dee each grabbed an arm and pulled me back further on the bed. Brittney crawled around me on all fours until she was bent over my splayed pussy, Raheem's cum dripping out of it. Before I realized what was happening her mouth was wrapped around my twat and her tongue was inside my vagina and she was sucking Raheem's cum right out of me. Jamal and Dee laughed in approval, and though I was shocked I can't say I minded. I had never had a girl go down on me before but her soft lips and tongue felt so good rubbing against my battered pussy. I had just gotten fucked by a massive black cock and she had seen me cum all over it, it's not like she was going to judge me at this point.

"Dat pussy taste good, slut?" Jamal asked

She looked up into my eyes and nodded her head, keeping her mouth glued to my cunt. After she sucked all the cum out she crawled over me until her head floated above mine. She smiled down at me. I closed my eyes as her lips pressed down on mine, the taste of my pussy and Raheem's cock fresh in her mouth. We kissed deeply for a moment and then she pulled back.

Jamal grabbed her by the head and steered his own big black cock into her mouth. His balls hung above my face as he jammed his dick into her mouth. I instinctively rose up between his legs and begin sucking on them, they smelled sweet and musky, and I sucked them with fervor as he fucked my sisters's mouth. I snaked my hands around him and held onto his hips as he pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. We still had a lot of black dick to take care of. 

Dee had gotten behind my sister and had began fucking her pussy doggy style while Jamal fucked her face. Dee was slapped her ass and pounded away and she was soon screaming through her cock-stuffed mouth. My pussy was pounded but I wanted some more black dick. I slid out from under her and got on all fours next to her but facing the other direction. It was a good thing she had a king size bed. I spread my legs and looked back and waved my ass at Jamal. He nodded at me and pulled his cock out of my sisters mouth. He looked down at her and rubbed his shining cock across her face and she moaned in pleasure. I looked forward and up at Dee, who was pounding my sisters pussy wildly. He looked down at me and grinned devilishly. He was squeezing her butt hard and pulled a hand back and smacked one of her ass cheeks hard as he looked into my eyes.

"You gonna get some too, bitch." He said knowingly, nodding his head.

Jamal grabbed the back of my hair in a fist and pulled my neck back. His cock pressed against my still sopping cunt and he was soon inside me, filling me up with own big black dick and fucking my pussy as he had been fucking my sisters mouth just moments before. Raheem stood at the edge of the bed and was stroking his glorious cock back to life. He got up on the bed next to Dee and pointed his cock at my face. I was getting rowdier and rowdier as Jamal pounded my pussy with his hot dick and I was soon trying to wrap my mouth around his massive cock. I could barely get my lips around his head, but I sucked on his tasty black meat as hard I could. I licked his shaft up and down and tasted my own pussy juice on him, his hands wrapped around my head and he filled my mouth with his godly black cock. I was in heaven, taking Jamal's cock in my pussy and Raheem filling my mouth while my sister's pussy, just inches away, was getting pounded by another beautiful black dick. 

Dee was the first to cum. With a roar he yanked his cock out of my sisters pulsing cunt and blew his load across her ass and back. She quickly turned to clean his dick off, slurping his cum and her pussy juice off of it as she looked over into my eyes, licking his shining black shaft and balls and looking at me knowingly. I came on Jamal's cock for a second time as he pounded me deep, and soon I felt his fingers digging into my ass as he pounded me frantically, lifting my knees off the bed. His cock exploded warm cum inside me and I bucked my hip and took my mouth off Raheem's monster cock for a moment to scream out as he filled me with his seed. Brittney, still on all fours next to me, took the opportunity to take over blowing Raheem while Jamal emptied his nuts inside me.

I was impressed with her dick sucking skills. She masterfully took much more of his cock in her mouth than I could and was quickly bouncing her head halfway down his cock. Jamal pulled his cock out and I felt his cum dripping from my pussy and onto my sisters bed. I leaned into Raheem's dick, licking the side of his shaft and squeezing his big balls as my sister blew him. She sucked his dick hard for several minutes practically nonstop. She was amazing to watch. I wanted to be able to do what she did. I don't know how she found out about my lust for black dick, but I am glad she did. Raheem suddenly pushed Brittney off his cock and grabbed her by her hair, and began beating his dick in front of her face. In seconds his cock exploded, spraying blast after blast of hot cum across my sisters face. She opened her mouth and caught what she could and I leaned in and instinctivly licked the rest off her face. Raheem, Jamal, and Dee all laughed as I licked his hot white cum off her face. She smiled at me and when I finished pulled my mouth into hers. Her tongue shot into my mouth as we shared the taste of our own pussies, all the hot black cocks we had sucked and the jizz we had drank. I pulled my mouth away and smiled at her.

"Thank you for this, Brittney." I whispered in her ear.

"You're welcome. I'm glad we are finally doing stuff together like real sisters." She said, rubbing her hand gently against my face.

"I'm glad our parent's are going to be gone all weekend." I said.

She smiled and nodded. 

"Me too. These niggers are going to have to get some backup."

Raheem, Jamal, and Dee towered over us, staring down at us knowingly, confidently. I couldn't believe things these things were happening but I had never been more excited in my life. I reached down and rubbed my battered, cum dripping pussy and looked up at the boys.

"Anybody ready for some more?"



Born For It



I quickly obliged, rolling over onto my stomach and lifting my ass into the air on my knees. As I spread my knees, a pearl of my juices fell down onto the bed below. I doubt that in her wildest dreams Erin's little sister would ever figure out why her bed was so messy after a weekend away. Andre gripped and kneaded my round, shapely ass in his hands. I was on all fours in front of him, eager for more of his hot black fucking.

He was inside of me again in a brutal flash. I screamed out in pain and pleasure as my cavity exploded around his newly returned manhood. My head arched back, blonde hair snapping from the sudden motion. Fucking me doggy style, he pummeled me harder and harder. I was pretty much out of control now as the pleasure from his intense reaming overtook every facet of my being. I begged and encouraged him, coaxing his hot black cock harder and deeper inside of me. Every thrust landed like a lightening bolt setting off chain reactions of overwhelming pleasure and satisfaction that exploded inside of my body like dynamite. My eyes rolled back in my head as I came again and again on his mighty black dick.

Impossibly, his pace quickened and he took hold of a fistful of my long blonde hair, yanking my head back as he pushed ever forward inside of me. I was to far gone to feel any pain. With a roar I felt his cock erupt inside of me; further coating my soaking insides with is burning cum. It was like a shotgun going off in my ass as his cock erupted inside of me, my body bucked on his spurting black cock, my head pulled back as he yanked my ear. My orgasm took me over and was so intense my eyes rolled back into my head and I nearly blacked out for a minute. 

As the pleasure slowly subsided, he pulled his thick cock out of my battered, still spasming pussy. A mixture of cum and juices dripped out of my thoroughly fucked cunt, pooling on the pink sheet below. My arms were so weak I collapsed face first onto the bed, my arms spread and my ass still sitting in the air. The warmth of satisfaction washed over me as I never imagined that I could. Andre lay down next to me on the little girl's bed and nudged me onto my side. 

He was smiling at me, and pushed my hair behind my ear. He was completely nude and absolutely magnificent. His muscular, hairless body glistened with the sweat of his hard work. My hand reached down and softly rubbed his still strong cock. It was wet and slimy with our juices. I had to taste it. 

He knew what I wanted to do and rolled onto his back. I got on my knees and lowered my mouth down on his beautiful ebony prick, savoring the aroma and taste of my hard fucked pussy on his strong black manhood. 

"Damn baby, we should have done this a long time ago." Andre said, smiling with his hands behind his head as I serviced him.

"Uhhmmm" I grunted as I bobbed down on his dick. I was rewarded as I felt it begin to grow harder and return to life. I massaged his heavy balls, recently emptied but still ready to work. I was quickly deep throating a full erect black cock as much as I could, gagging on it and then quickly returning it as deeply down my throat as I could. My pillowy lips wrapped perfectly around his veiny shaft. I had a feeling more of his seed wasn't far behind.

After blowing him for a few more minutes I was rewarded as his cock exploded, once again, inside of me. His cum filled my mouth with the first blast, and I greedily slurped it down along with the ones that followed. I had never swallowed a man's semen before, but I always new that a black man's cum would be something I could ever let go to waste. I slurped it and cherished it as it satisfied a deep thirst that only it could quench. My mouth was a like a vacuum on his When he was done cumming I slid his dick out of mouth. It was still very hard, but I could feel it starting to soften. It was coated with my saliva, and glowed like polished black marble. Thick veins ran its length, which must have been a good eleven or twelve inches. 

I licked the length of it one last time, from base to shaft. I savored the taste of my pussy and his musky scent, still mingling on his beautiful black dick. I smiled at him, unsure of what to say. Andre was always very polite, but I didn't want him to be a gentleman right now. I knew I would have to be bold to get what I wanted here, and that was a full-time black fuck buddy. He was looking at me coolly, waiting for me to say something.

"Andre..." I said, releasing his cock and sliding up the bed towards him. "I want you to understand something." I straddled his waist and cupped my breasts together; His eyes darted over my young, supple body. 

"Aight. Go ahead." He was half smiling at me, but in a cool dismissive way that reminded me that he was the one in charge. He leaned back with his hands behind his head, gazing up at me.

I didn't even hesitate; my mind had been made up on this a long time ago. "I want to be your slut." I said simply, in a low whisper. His eyes flashed and an approving look crossed his face. His hands squeezed my round butt and his still hard dick flexed beneath me in approval.

He pulled me down and kissed me deeply, his heavy warm lips wrapping around mine and his thick tongue probing down deep into my throat. He broke it off and squeezed my body against his. 

He looked into my eyes and replied "That ass has always been mine, girl." He said, giving it a soft slap. "You were made to fuck black dick baby, so you better get used to it."

Fucking black dick was all I wanted to do. That didn't sound bad at all. 

**Hope you liked chapter 1. Please let me know what you think!**