3 comments/ 54037 views/ 16 favorites Confession of a BBC Slut Ch. 02 By: roydavis25 Okay i just want to thank everyone who read the previous installment and offered useful feedback, to those who didn't well I'm sorry if interracial isn't your cup of tea. Right now I'd like to state that this is an interracial story, black guy on white girl so if that's not what you're into or if it stirs up strong feelings of distaste please feel free to pass this story over. This is an official warning so, I don't want to hear anyone whining about how much they don't like interracial on the comments...of course any comment on writing style, story flow, character or just wanting to shoot the breeze is welcome. plz state if you are okay with me replying to comments, i really do love to talk writing so just let me know. and without further ado, enjoy. * I woke up Saturday morning to the sensation of two fingers ramming the tight folds of my pussy. I didn't know when I had started fingering myself or if I'd even been conscious at the beginning. God yesterday seemed like a sweet dream now with nothing but the lingering soreness in my hole and clit as proof that it had really happened. I touched my pussy gently, almost shocked that it had returned to nearly its original shape, losing almost no tightness. In the porn films they would always act like their pussies would never work again after fucking a black guy but I guess if that were true no porn stars would ever do interracial scenes, they'd end up to torn open to work. I looked over out of my window into the clear darkened blue sky, an indication that it was still rather early. I thought of rolling out of bed but my fingers wouldn't stop thrusting in and out of my cunt and flicking my aching clit. My toes curl in the sheets as I began to focus my memory. I thought of the way Kyle looked, how his big black cock glistened, covered in my juices, and the pain I'd felt with each thrust. With these in mind I recreated the event using my fingers as an incredibly inadequate replacement for Kyle. Still it was enjoyable and after two orgasms I felt ready to get up and get ready for the day. I took a quick shower, threw on one of my hundreds of cheer t-shirts and short red gym shorts. Downstairs my little sister was eating a bowl of cereal, I assumed my parents and older sister were upstairs sleeping, my baby sister was really the only one who bothered getting up this early on Saturdays. I grabbed the cereal box and sat down at the table across from her. She looked up at me for a moment then back down to her bowl. Our relationship wasn't what most would think of as far as sisters. I was too old to argue or fight with her; instead I held those confrontations with my older sister. Sarah more or less lived her own life separate from mine, in her own little fourteen-year-old world. After breakfast I tried calling Brittney and got her voicemail. I left a non-descriptive message, telling her to call me as soon as she got the chance. The rest of my morning was as typical as they came. I did some homework, updated my facebook, and jetted off to my favorite resale shop, all the while Kyle stuck in the back of my mind. Even as I looked at clothes I let my mind wander to what I would look like with each outfit half pulled down while he tore my cunt apart from behind. I didn't tolerate such thoughts for long; afraid they'd make me so moist it would seep through my shorts. I found a few things I liked, all for prices that would make the designer of each item cry. The checkout line wasn't long and when I got to the front I saw that the person working the register was a typical cute white boy, the kind all my friends besides Brittney drooled over. He shot me a cocky little grin and I smiled back politely. I had hoped that would be the end of it but he continued, drawing out the scan of each item so he could make chit-chat about the weather and what great fashion taste I had, and music (some band we both happened to like). I could tell what was coming and wanted desperately to just get it over with. Having thought about Kyle for the past two hours I needed to get home and relieve the tingle in my pussy. "...So anyway thanks to that I got some tickets to their concert next week. I got two and I don't know who to give the extra one to and I really think you'd have a good time. Wanna go." He tilted his head slightly shooting a cocky smile; he was so arrogant and rightfully so. By white boy standards he was cute, any other girl and he would've been butt fucking her in the changing room already. Unfortunately for him I wasn't any other girl, I'd felt a real cock and now his pale little prick couldn't interest me. "No thanks," I said, smiling as warmly as possible, keeping him from breaking out into a rage, something I learned overconfident guys like him tended to do when they got rejected. Grabbing my bags I headed to my car, a mustang convertible my dad had bought me just the year before. I sat my bags in the seat beside me and rested my forehead on the steering wheel. I could feel it stronger now, the burning tingle between my legs. It was like an inch my fingers couldn't hope to reach deep enough to scratch. Why hadn't he called I wondered, even if he didn't want to fuck today he could at least call me to say hello, to let me know he was actually interested. Since I'd left him last night I'd wondered if I'd freaked him out by asking to be his slut. What kind of girl says that, even though that's how I felt. I couldn't call us boyfriend and girlfriend, such a relationship was to level and it didn't suit my craving. I was his slut because I wanted his sex the way a junkie wanted heroin, the way a gambler needed a casino. I was addicted, happily so, and to call myself his girlfriend in my heart would feel almost gross, a lie so blatant anyone who could see my thoughts would think it was ridiculous. When I got home everyone had long gone about his or her own business for the day. My father out to golf, my mother in Indiana watching a cheer competition, and both of my sisters somewhere else, I didn't really care where. Thinking about the possibility that Kyle didn't like me left me too depressed to masturbate, instead I threw myself on the couch and flicked on the TV. There was a dating show on; I watched it with fleeting interest, my mind centered on the terrifying fact that Kyle wouldn't be calling. I stretched out on the couch, ready to kick my flip-flops off when my cell phone started to ring. Damnit I thought, Brittney had to call back now, when I'd already thought myself into rejection. I answered the phone without looking at the number, the voice I heard was not Brittney. "Hey Alex, how are you feeling?" "Kyle," I breathed not hiding exhilaration. "Ya how are you feeling, I was pretty rough yesterday, I hope I didn't hurt you." "Of course not, that's ridiculous. Yesterday was...was beyond words." I listened to his thick masculine voice giggle; it sent waves through my body. Just talking to him was turning me to mush, I suddenly broke out without warning or reason, stating that I loved him and I wanted to be his slut for the rest of my life. "Oh, uh well if you really mean it then why don't you come over to the school. Meet me out on the football field." "Sure, I'll be right there!" I raced to my car and ripped on the ignition, taking off at sixty-five mph the whole way there, lucky for me no cops saw how reckless I was being. When I got to the school the parking lot was empty accept for a big black SUV. I licked my lips, it fit him so well, a big black car for my big black man. I jumped out of my car leaving my purse, running to the football stadium. The gate for the fence that ran around the stadium was open, the lock lying on the ground. I assumed Kyle had picked it since it was doubtful after being here for the whole of a day that he could have the connections to get a key. I opened the gate as quietly as possible before hurrying as fast as I could in my flip-flops over to the field. What I found standing fifty yard line was my beautiful black God, dressed in dark blue basketball shorts and a large, long white t-shirt. I felt my pussy quivering, those clothes looked so delicious on him. I picked up my pace to a full-blown sprint, throwing myself into his arms when I reached him. His big dark arms embraced me without hesitation and he spun me around like they do in romantic comedies. After that I snuggled into his chest, content at the moment to be so close to him. He smelled like strong sweat and domination, my new favorite smells. Damn even the smell of his sweat made my heart leap. Such a perfect predator, not only strong enough to entirely overpower his prey but also so appealing to my ever sense I didn't even foster a desire for escape. From the first time I saw him there was no avoiding it, I was born to be his fuck toy the way a zebra was born to be a lion's meal. His thunderous laughter rang in my ears as he finally stopped spinning me, pulling his arms tighter to me, holding he in the air so that my feet dangled, my toes just barely touching the grass. "This is a little extreme, why are you so excited. We just saw each other yesterday, and met just yesterday I might add." "I thought you didn't like me," I replied, blushing. "Don't be stupid, of course I like you, I just wasn't sure if you'd want to see me again. I tore you up pretty bad and I felt really awful. I didn't know if you wouldn't want to talk to me...or if you were going to call the police." I wanted to shake his big body till he got that stupid idea out of his head but being restrained like I was I resorted to throwing my head into his chest. He didn't flinch and it made me woozy. "That's stupid, I would never call the cops, I loved how you fucked me yesterday." To my dismay he set me down and folded his arms. He wasn't buying it and I don't blame him, most people would think I was crazy, that is until they felt what I did. "You don't understand, I've been praying for a guy like you since I was twelve." He raised a skeptical eyebrow. I took a breath to calm myself and continued. "Ever since I was little I've been in love with black guys. I watch interracial porn, write my own interracial stories, all my life I've wanted to give myself to a black guy, to become his property. I had been planning on waiting till college but when I saw you in class yesterday something in me just clicked, I knew I couldn't let you pass by, I had to be yours, I had to belong to you." His expression changed from skepticism to shock. You want me that badly, but I still don't get why you didn't think I liked you. I mean it wasn't even a full day and I had a lot of reason to think you hated me." I shook my head, "I guess I just thought you would misinterpret what I said, or that you would think I was ugly because I'm so pale. I was shocked at my honesty; the truth was the paleness issue was the most pressing on my mind. My skin was so pale, I was sure that it was the reason black guys never approached me, though technically Brittney had never been approached either and her skin had a gorgeous olive shade to it. "Well then for the record I'm very interested," Kyle grinned. "And damn, do you always dress so sexy. Yesterday it was the skirt and today its short-shorts, and both times the flip-flops. I already love white girls and a white girls in flip-flops makes my penis feel like its going to pop. Well I replied, putting my hands up, shrugging, "if your going to pop your penis anyway why don't you do it in my mouth." I watched him run his tongue over his lips as he eyed me. It struck me that I must look as delicious to him as he does to me. I jumped into his arms, his fingers lifting my chin as he bent down to kiss me. I pushed onto my tiptoes kissing as hard as I could. In return he kissed me with his full force, much greater than mine. I felt so helpless in his arms, and yet so protected. The only pain I could ever feel in his presence would be the ravaging of my pussy with his massive dark chocolate cock, no danger could ever touch me while I was with him. I felt his fingers stroke my face as he kissed me; it was alluring how he did everything with so much force and violent passion. I could see why he was a D1 athlete. With one hand he caressed my face and with the other he clutched my ass cheek, squeezing it in his firm grasp. I felt his large mischievous fingers crawl over my ass before reaching into my gym shorts, delving further, brushing past my crack on his way to my sopping wet hole. The first finger to enter caused me to gasp, God they were huge. He could probably fuck me better than any white boy with just his finger. It continued to explore me deeper, pushing up before pulling back then thrusting forward again. I could hear my pussy squishing and caught the scent of my hot juices rising from between my legs. Looking into his eyes I could see Kyle smelled it too. A big grin spread on his face as he pumped me as he bent down to start kiss me again. The minute his lips touched mine his fingers started pumping harder, forcing my juices out. It was such a wonderful feeling, and I could feel myself building up to what would be a very nice orgasm. "Ah, yes, yes...just like that, finger fuck me!" I listened to the sound of his thunderous laughter as his fingers sped up, now thrashing my poor pussy mercilessly. I returned the gesture, jumping up and down on his fingers, crying to him in feeble whines. "Oh fuck...so good...ouch, Oooo. Ahhhh!" My drooling pussy came on his big fingers, convulsing on them, squeezing as if my cunt had a mind of its own, it didn't want those big fingers to leave it all alone, it wanted to stay filled. I wanted the same, and let out a needy cry when he took them out, bringing them to his lips to suck the juices off. He looked at me as he did; his expression told that he wondered how something as little as me could cum so much juice. When I looked down I saw why, my panties had been soaked through and now my shorts were leaking onto the grassy field. Kyle's eyes were filled with amusement as he told me to turn around. My heart leapt with joy, he was beginning to play along, to give me orders the way a big black man was supposed to order a little white slut. I turned poking out my ass as best I could while staring down at his bulging crotch. I saw his wood jump again and again, haha I thought, it's bouncing for me. Reaching out with both hands his massive black fingers engulfed my ass, squeezing it and spanking, nothing but the thin fabric of my gym shorts between our skin. He teased me a little; digging his finger in my moist cunt, rubbing my ass before sticking his hand up through one leg of my shorts and stuck his finger inside my pussy, no longer hindered by the material. Being fingered by him was amazing but I soon found myself longing to see his stunning dark shaft, to kiss it, suck it, fuck it. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he was giving me as hard and as long as I could. Suddenly his fingers stopped thrusting, pulling out of me completely. My head snapped around as I looked at him expectedly. What was he thinking now, didn't he know how much his little white slut needed him. "Alex, let's go up to the bleachers. It'll be easier to fuck up there." I felt my heart skip when he said fuck. That word was made specifically for his lips, the way it came off so casual yet commanding, it made me want to shove my fist in my pussy. Being the obedient slut that I was I lead him up to the bleachers, his hand firmly gripping my round behind while he walked beside me. I could feel his index middle and ring finger sliding against my drooling pussy lips. If only this big black god knew how much I truly craved and needed him. When we reached the bleachers he sat me down on the front row seats and took his position kneeling before me. Lifting my foot he removed my flip-flop, brining my toes to his lips. His kissed each of my little digits before swallowing my big toe, massaging it with his tongue. I felt a moan leave my lips, his mouth felt amazing on my skin. He continued to the next to, licking it over the nail and underneath the soft white toe. He did so to each of my toes on both feet, while staring up at me. I could see something starting to form in his eyes, the look of the predator who had massacred my cunt the previous day. I felt myself growing anxious, feeling a tingle of fear. He was so large, so massive compared to me who was about as tiny as they came. I was the prey and as such I couldn't stop the my growing fear at being devoured by my carnivorous predator, all the while my pussy quivered already aware of its destiny in life. When Kyle had finished with my feet he continued upward, kissing and licking my slender calves, to my now trembling thighs. His assault was heartless, ending with his nose grinding my clit through my shorts. I cried out in sheer lustful agony. "Damn baby, you smell delicious." I felt my whole body tremble, the thought of him sniffing my body was too much. My juices, he was sniffing the feminine scent of my horny juices and it was turning him on. I thanked my lucky stars, wondering what great deed I could have preformed to deserve having a huge black man hungry for my body. Kyle's fingers ran along the edge of my shorts. I lifted my hips as he pulled them from under may ass, down to my ankles, along with my panties. My dripping cunt sat exposed to him, with just a small patch of blonde hairs drenched in warm juices. Without hesitation he thrust his face forward, covering my entire pussy, with his massive mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut unable to watch what was happening to me. It was too much, I feared if I actually saw it my heart would burst from pleasure. His long thick tongue slapped against my clitoris mercilessly sending lightning jolts up my stomach. I threw my hands on his head, my body both desperate to make it stop and continue. I pushed his face against my groin and threw my head back screaming out to the sky. "Oh god, oh fuck. Kyle...Kyle stop...I'm going to pee!" He didn't listen, continuing his assault on my clitoris, stopping momentarily before plunging into my drooling slit. "Oh fuck" I screamed at the top of my lungs, arching my back as far as it would go, trying my hardest to receive him without peeing all over his face. Did he even realize how close he was, to being drenched? His plunging tongue sped its pace, its inhuman length striking deep inside me, smacking my G spot. Now I really screamed. It was so good I hadn't even noticed how numb my arms had gotten from pushing his head into my crotch. "Oh god, your tongue fucking me I cried", tears streaming down my eyes. I felt his tongue pull out of my pussy, Relieved I thought to myself, good I lasted with out peeing on his face, that's when he started to suck. Using his big lips as a tight seal he formed a tight vacuum over my cunt that felt as if it would pull every once of liquid from my body. I screamed and threw my head back as he sucked down the juices that now flowed from me like a fountain and just to spite me he stuck his tongue in my urethra pushing me past my breaking point. I squirted just as I came, spraying out his face tilting to the side just in time to avoid the stream, letting it sail over the bleachers and railing. I cried the whole time as his tongue returned to me clit, flicking me throughout my powerful orgasm After a few seconds my pee stopped flowing but my pussy juice continued running several seconds longer. Kyle pressed his lips over my slit and sucking till all my secretion had ceased. His face moved a clear distance away allowing my pussy to breath. I could feel the lips convulsing, wondering what had he just done to me. I thought only black guys in porn ate pussy, that real black guys hated it. I was glad that, at least that stereotype was wrong. Confession of a BBC Slut Ch. 02 I watched Kyle pull his white t-shirt over his head, it was drenched and smelled of sweat. This was the first time I'd seen the hard muscles of his upper body unclothed, it made pussy drool again, driven mad by the sight of his hard ebony muscles. Lost in ecstasy I squeezed my pussy's lips giggling, "You like that don't you. You want that big black monster to eat us don't you?" My pussy tremble in reply, I took that as a yes. Next to go were his shorts, which he yanked down his muscle bound thighs, leaving him in his boxers and gym shoes. His hand reached into his boxers, pulling out his fully erect, hard ebony cock, precum dripping from the head. I stroked my pussy shushing it. "Yeah he wants to play with you too, but let me lick him a little first, I'm hungry too." I leaned forward on the bench as Kyle stepped closer, his foot long chocolate man meat hung inches from my nose. God he was so tall, I was able to give him head without having to get down on my knees, though there was something about being on my knees before him that really turned me on. I opened my mouth and moved forward, taking in the huge mushroom head and two inches of the shaft. Instantly his flavor seeped onto my tongue as I licked the bottom of his shaft. He was so delicious; I didn't give a second thought to swallowing another two inches. I slurped as I pulled back, flicking the tip with my tongue as it popped out of my mouth. His flicker smile had left completely now, His expression was like it had been in the school bathroom, hard and violent. I put my hands, one in front of the other, at the base of his shaft and started stroking while taking the head and five inches of the shaft in my mouth. I hummed sweetly as I sucked, lost to complete bliss. Kyle's tall form leaned over me as he placed his hands on the back of my head. Yes I squealed in delight. Soon he wouldn't be able to stand it and he'd face fuck me, I was so ready for it. I opened my throat wider while I continued to slurp, anticipating his next move. I'd guessed right, pulling at my hair so tight I thought he'd rip it right out of my head, he drove my face down his shaft all the way to the base. I gagged hard but kept myself from puking, waiting as he held me over his shaft. To pass the time I licked the base of his cock, and after I was sure it wouldn't make me throw up, I slurped on his cock. "Gahh he breathed as he pulled my head away from his dick, leaving just the very tip in my mouth. I coughed but was ready as he speared me again, licking him all the way down and sucking him all the way back. His thrusts became regular, as his groans grew louder. "Fuck!" he shouted at me. It sounded so much more beautiful in his violent, raging voice. I felt my eyes well up tears as he continued to thrust, his body using its full force. I screamed onto his cock each time it slammed down my throat, gagging. So delicious and so wonderfully violent, and the best part was yet to come. Taking his balls in my hands I fondled them, hoping that if I massaged the little cum factories they'd bless me with a generous portion of hot semen. I was spot on. His cock exploded in my throat, filling my belly directly as he slowly pulled it back, letting his sperm spray out onto my mouth. I eagerly sucked it from him, pumping my hands as fast as they would go. "HOLY FUCK!" As the first torrent started to die down a second surge blasted into my mouth. I drank this one as happily as the first, a smile spread across my lips. A loud exasperated breath burst from Kyle's mouth as his torso sagged over my head. As pulled his rigid throbbing dick from my mouth Kyle's chest heaved, straining. He plopped down next to me on the bleacher bench, still breathing heavy gasps. . I felt my pussy screaming for his cock in the form of sharp jolts and convulsions. "Be patient I thought, we'll start again when he's ready." "You know you really are unbelievable," Kyle said letting out a deep sigh. I smiled, leaning into the hard muscle of his chest, kissing them gently. "Alex, you know we just met yesterday and we're already sucking cum out of each other." I reached up to stroke his face in my small pale hand. His cheek was clean-shaven, and smooth, though somewhat hard. My fingers continued their stroll down to his chin where a small patch of short hairs pricked them as they passed over. "I told you, you're the guy I was made for. I'm your whore, your slut...your fuck toy" I chirped happy that I had remembered the word that perfectly described our relationship. He grinned at me as he bent over to kiss my forehead. I bent over in reply, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his penis. I felt his hand fall flat over the back of my head. He was considering using my mouth again but I couldn't let him. My pussy was lonely, desperate to see its new best friend. I lifted his hand away while kicking off my shorts and panties. I left my flip-flops and t-shirt on, knowing that it turned him. I determined in my head to learn every little fetish he had. As I straddled him he positioned his cock so that it looked straight up into my eager pussy. I took his cock from him; I wanted to be the one to spear myself with it. Slowly I lowered myself, letting his tip rub around in the sloppy juices that covered my lips. His cock was already wet from my mouth, glistening beautifully. Finally I thought, I'd been waiting for this for so long. I was going to get the fucking I'd been dying for. I managed to get most of the head in with a great deal of force but after that it was hopeless. My cunt had shrunk back to its original size, and just looking at the enormous throbbing dick I wondered how he managed to shove it in me the first time. I pushed another inch, trying to claim more of him but it was useless, my pussy just wouldn't allow anymore of his cock to stuff me. Its walls squeezed tight preventing his entrance not to mention how sore it felt. I was surprised I wasn't bleeding all over his big black cock. "What's wrong with you!" I snapped quietly at my cunt. "You were drooling for this thing a minute ago, why won't you let your friend in to play!?" Kyle gently stroked my hair, his large arms pulling me into his chest. It was amazing, even with me on my knees and him sitting on his ass he was still taller. "Something the matter," he asked, his gentle laughter had returned. I was so embarrassed and turned on at the same time. I swear just his voice could turn hardcore lesbians into giggling black cock sluts. "I can't get it to go in," I huffed, my face bright red. He laughed again, moving his hands to my hips. "Here let me give it a try." His large hands pulled me further down, forcing my pussy open without the slightest sign of resistance, though on the inside I could feel my cunt breaking as he took more and more of me. "Ow, Ouch...it hurts," I whined. "Do you want me to stop," Kyle asked me. "Of course not, don't ever stop. Hurt me more, tear me apart!" Kyle thrust up with his hips, meeting mine on the way down, sending shivers through me. The pain was beautiful and subsiding, twisting into the agonizing pleasure I'd enjoyed the other day. "That's what you wanted I said quietly to my pussy. "You wanted him to hurt you, to break you and rape you. You wanted to be fucked only the way your master can." Kyle skipped through the easy preliminary thrusts, going straight for no holds barred pussy pounding. I bounced on top of him, with no will of my own. His hands brought my hips up and down while his hips shot up to meet me each time I came down. At first I put my arms on his shoulders, trying to keep myself elevated but it did little good. The full length of his cock shot into me every time he brought me down. Defeated I let my arms hang to the side, moaning with growing pleasure. God it hurt but it hurt in just the right way. It was that perfect, beautiful pleasurable pain that only a black man could bring. How lucky I was to have found one, and how desperately I wanted to share this with Brittney. I threw my head back, moaning up to the sky as my strong black master filled me, with fast, hard repetition. I wondered if people driving by on the street could hear me, if people who happened to walk by would recognize my voice. Something in me wanted to let someone hear the sound of my body, experiencing prefect unrestrained joy. By the time I realized how close I was to cumming it was too late to brace myself; powerful convulsions shot up through my womb, causing my body to tremble. The orgasm was so good, and so long, Kyle fucking me through the entirety of it. My moans and screams turned into joyful crying though I doubt it looked like that. To any onlooker it would appear that a vicious black monster was raping a much smaller white teenage girl as she cried her eyes out her, her throat whining in horrific pain. I was fortunate that Kyle didn't stop to make sure I was all right, being fucked through my orgasm felt too good, I would have really been crying if he stopped. Satisfaction mixed with the feeling of a new orgasm at hand poured over me. I threw my body at Kyle, my arms wrapping around his neck above me, and my head resting against the hard muscles of his chest. I moaned against him, holding him as tightly as I could. "Oh Kyle, I'm yours...I'm your slut...hurt me! Ah...Ah...UH...AHHH...EEEEEAAAAHHHH! I came the moment I felt the hot gushing of his cum splattering against the walls of my canal. My pussy instinctively clutched his dick, my hips rocking back and forth milking every drop. His precious cum was mine, I wanted every drop he had in his balls. Kyle's hands let go of my hips just in time to catch me in his arms before I could fall over backward. He pulled me into his chest, I could feel warm sweat running down his pectorals and it drip from his chin onto my forehead and cheek. I realized I was sweating too, how beautiful we must have looked sitting in the bleachers, A tiny pale blonde wrapped in a never-ending dark, muscle bound body. I felt two more squirts shoot into my pussy, I winced at each and then felt the light softening in his cock grow rigid once again. My eyes bulged and I looked up at him in disbelief. "Are you ever satisfied?" I didn't meant to put it that way, I was happy to take him as many times as he wanted, but I was simply astonished by his near instant recovery time. "I don't really know why its like that," he shrugged. "When I masturbate it goes right down but when I fuck you it always wants more, like it just can't get enough. If you don't want to fuck anymore it's okay, I can take care of it myse-"I didn't say that," I broke in. "I'm your slut so I'm going to take care of you till your dick is nice and limp so you just fuck me till you're completely satisfied." He didn't need to be told twice. I spent the next three hours taking cook deep in my pussy in our sitting position and then from behind holding on to the railings for dear life. When I got home I staggered, my legs too weak to walk and my stomach felt so full it was like I'd eaten a twelve course meal. I could only imagine how much sperm was swimming around inside me after that session. I raced up to the shower and began douching my cunt. It was something I decided I would need to do on a frequent basis, multiple times a day if necessary, I couldn't let my Kyle fuck a dirty cunt. After I had cleaned myself thoroughly I went to my room and popped the day after pills I'd bought on the way home after our first sexual encounter. I loved feeling Kyle shoot his cum inside me but I couldn't risk getting pregnant. There would no longer be any way to deny our relationship and it would not doubt end very badly for both of us. Leaning over across my bed I watched the early stars come out from behind the crystal magenta sky. It was still so earlier, I started to regret leaving Kyle so soon. We could have spent more time together, we could have talked more; I could have asked him about his life and heard his marvelous voice. Still wrapped in my towel I heard my phone ring from my purse. I reached across the bed, digging in the bag without looking and pulled out my phone, it was Brittney. Confession of a BBC Slut Ch. 03 Hey it's been a while since I submitted anything so I figured I should go ahead and toss out confessions part three. As always thanks to the people who read this, and to the people who don't like interracial please stop complaining to me about it. If you don't like interracial then don't read it, I don't have a gun to your head and the file is clearly labeled, confessions of a BBC slut. BBC means big black cock, if that's not your thing then you don't have to read it. But negative aside I hope all of you out there who enjoyed the first two like this one. Uh so yea first run through got rejected, note to editor and anyone who reads this all people portrayed in sexual acts are 18 and above. Both Alex and Brittney are 18 and Kyle is 19. I know the thing with the rooms might be confusing, they're in the room of Brittney's younger sister whose 14 but she is not present therefore making the sex scene describe appropriate under literotica's standards. * "Alex!" I heard the voice on the other end of the line blare. "What the hell is going on, you leave me a message telling me to call you immediately and then you don't pick up your phone for hours. What the hell were you doing?" "I was doing K-Y-L-E," I exaggerated each letter, practically rubbing it in Brittney's face. "YOU WHAT!" "It's just like I said I did Kyle. I spent this weekend doing him, you wouldn't believe how amazing he is, and get this before me he was a virgin. I got his V card." After that Brittney just about gushed over the phone, "So that's why you missed cheer practice." She followed by asking me all sorts of questions, and over and over again drilled me on his cock. It took a while to get her calmed down but once I had I told her everything starting with the incident in the bathroom yesterday to the football field this morning. I did my best to give her a full image, describing what each of my senses encountered. The taste of his mouth watering foot long cock and bitter cum I'd kill to drink every day in place of milk, the rich scent of his sweat covered chest and the thick musk of his balls. I told her how his dark body glistened, how hard and delicious his muscles were, how his deep voice made my body cringe with yearning. Most of all however I told her about beautiful the pain of him thrusting deep inside me felt. I think that was the hardest to explain, after all how does one describe pain as something to be sought after, but Brittney seemed to understand. When I returned to the subject of how his yummy cum tasted I heard Brittney groan harshly over the phone, this sound was all too familiar to me (we often masturbated together). "So how was that for a scoop?" "Oh my god Alex you are...you are an absolute bitch and so damn lucky, in fact you're a bitch because you're so damn lucky." I did my best snobbish laugh, practically glowing in the moment. "Well I'm not the only lucky bitch." "What are you talking about?" I rolled on my bed over to my stomach. "Well you see I just thought something as big and delicious as Kyle should be shared am I right?" I heard Brittney squeal over the phone, jumping up and down on what I assumed was her bed. "Alex you are simply the best, you're the best friend a black cock slut could ask for!" "Yeah I know. We won't be able to do it tomorrow though; Kyle told me he would be busy. I think we should do it next weekend. We can go to the mall first and then try and find someplace to fuck afterward." "Sure, we can fuck at my place next Saturday, my parents will be out with my little sister, but why the mall first?" "I just want a chance to get to know Kyle a little better. We talked in-between fucking and afterward both days but it wasn't a whole lot. I want to learn everything about him ya know." I waited for Brittney's reply. I knew after dishing out how great he was she wanted to have him as soon as possible but I really wanted to get to know him more. Finally after several seconds of silence she said okay. After that she asked me more questions about my experience, even though I had gone into great detail she was hungry for him now and my experiences were all she had to go on. I heard her stroke herself to orgasm after orgasm as I described the tastes, smells, sounds, sights, and the powerful feelings. We talked late into the night, until my eyes grew heavy and I could no longer recount clearly. The week seemed to drag on endlessly, both Brittney and I yearning for what waited for us that weekend, I couldn't tell who had it worse—Brittney who was thirsty for her first taste of black cock, or me who knew its pleasures and was denied it for the whole week. Our torture finally ended Saturday at noon. Originally I had planned on going later, around three but my pussy was so hungry (Brittney's too) and the later we went to the mall the later we'd have to wait to fuck. Kyle was a good sport about it, dropping his original plans to hang out with friends for malling with us. We rode in my convertible with the top down, letting the warm breeze toss past our heads. Even though it was mid-September the weather was still warm enough for such a luxury, also I wanted to show off my car. I drove just a little faster than I normally do, I looked to see if Kyle was impressed but he wore his usual easy going smile. In the past week I'd come to find out he was rather laid back, even among the boys on the basketball team. While I drove, Brittney chatted him up from the backseat, asking about his old school and his family life. On the ride to the mall I learned more about him than I had both days I'd been with him last week. For starters he was the eldest of three children but was raised like one of the babies of the family because all of his cousin's were older. Before coming to Frankfort he lived in Elk Grove, a suburb north of Chicago and while he was here he stayed with his aunt and uncle. I also learned about his old school, how their basketball uniforms made them looks like Crayola Crayon boxes, how he used to have crushes on all the cute white girls and how they looked right past him, like he was invisible. This was a shock to me. Growing up around girls like that I understood that behavior well but I still found it hard to believe there wasn't even one girl with a craving for black cock at his school, it just didn't add up. "So that's me", he said shrugging. "Tell me about yourselves." "Um well", I said looking at Brittney not sure how to begin. "We're pretty average I guess. We just do regular girl stuff, cheerleading, parties and such." "So then are average girls obsessed with black guys as much as you two are?" "Sure I laughed, deep down they are. They just need to have it brought out, but me and Brittney were lucky, we learned to be fascinated by them at an early age so we've got a leg up." "I see", Kyle laughed as he rolled his eyes. There was his skepticism again; completely ignoring the magnificence of the foot long chocolate stick in his pants. We arrived at the mall shortly after 12:15; it wasn't quite packed but not empty either. There was a comfortable number of people, perfect for showing off my new black friend or so he would be called until I was up on my feet enough to have my parents disown me. Brittney and I walked on either side of Kyle, each of us taking one of his large arms. Brittney was particularly close, leaning her face close to his chest to take a whiff of his scent. He wasn't dripping in sweat but gawd did he still smell good. All the masculine pheromones of a powerful black male spritzed with a hint of cologne. I didn't recognize the scent but I instantly loved it. We certainly were a sight, two tiny white girls clinging on to a huge black guy. I could just imagine what my mother would say about something like this, and my dad, well he'd probably just about die. For some reason this made flaunting our relationship all the more appealing. Brittney and I worked hard to keep an equal pace so as not to drag Kyle away from the other. While we walked we shot questions at him back and forth, not giving him much time to do anything but answer. I didn't want him to be uncomfortable but at the same time I was so curious. Before him all the black people I'd ever seen were either on TV or on a field or court so to have one here for me to pick his brain, I just couldn't help myself. I found out he liked dating shows, petite white girls, swimming, writing, and eating, he liked the last one a lot. We stopped at almost every food outlet in the mall, trying smoothies, burgers, cookies, and just about anything else one could imagine. With an appetite like that it was no wonder he was so big, he could eat a buffet out of business. Between food places we stopped in clothing stores, my personal favorite was the Abercrombie and Fitch. Inside the store we found all assortments of clothing, from jeans, to shorts, to skirts, and tons of fun tops to match them with. I could just feel my credit card burning a whole in my purse, dying for a workout. I grabbed two pairs of low rider jeans, a pair of cotton shorts, and a skirt. I also picked out a pair of halter-tops for myself and some shorts for Brittney—to her dismay. The look on her face said she had no interest in shopping but I was determined not to be the only one trying on clothes. With some reluctance she got up off her butt and—snatching the clothes away from me—entered a dressing. I took the one beside her, putting on one of the tops and the skirt. When I came out of the dressing room Kyle looked impressed. I walked over to him slowly, sexually, giving him the best show I could. I stopped with my stomach inches from his face and pulled him in, flicking my hips in a gentle motion. His hands wrapped around my waist while he wiggled his nose in my navel. When I started to back away I saw the wide grin on his face. "Just a little teaser" I whispered. He nodded, knowing that he'd be getting much move later on that afternoon. Just as I was about to re-enter my dressing room Brittney came out of hers wearing the shorts I'd handed her and a tank top she must have grabbed off the rack. Kyle seemed just as excited about her as he had been with me, I could already tell we were gonna have some fun when we got back to Britt's house. Brittney and I took turns trying on more outfits for Kyle, flaunting our bodies and allowing him to cop a feel with each new set of clothing. Of course I was very careful while we did this, looking out for anyone I would recognize from my neighborhood or school. I knew it was a little paranoid but for all our sakes it was better to be a little overly cautious. In the end I bought a pair of jeans, three skirts, and one of the seven different Tank tops I tried on. Brittney was satisfied with a pair of shorts and some flip-flops. Normally when we go out shopping she wouldn't leave with anything short of half the store but today she couldn't concentrate properly and I couldn't blame her. With Kyle there I was more than a little distracted myself. "Well we've done some shopping so I guess it's Kyle's turn," I suggested looking at Brittney. "Haha, no thanks, I don't need any new clothes." Taking his arm I started dragging him toward the nearest men's clothing store. "Sure you do, Britt and I are going to make you look even more delicious." He struggled against our tugging arms and though someone as large and powerful as him could easily have broken free he didn't, allowing us to pull him into the store. Kyle didn't seen interested in picking out his own outfits so Brittney and I chose for him. I snagged two polo shirts while Brittney went straight for a pair of jeans that I could already tell would make him look absolutely appetizing. After picking out a few more items we pushed him into the dressing room, and then laid back comfortably in two large chairs that faced the dressing rooms. I wondered just how the clothes would look on Kyle, the store was more urban than Abercrombie so I had hoped we'd find at least a few things that would look good on him. When Kyle stepped out of the dressing room I wondered if Brittney and I had picked too well. I could now feel every eye in the store focused on our chocolate hunk, eyeing him up and down. Quickly Brittney and I raced to find more clothes for him to try on, different outfits, with different styles, he looked good in everything, from a more gangsta wardrobe to the intellectual urban, each time we changed his clothes he just looked more edible. I started to scoop up all the clothes when Kyle whispered in my ear that he hadn't brought any shopping money. I kissed him on the cheek and told him that this would be a present. "I wouldn't feel right letting you buy me a present like this," he complained. "Not for you, it's a present for me." He looked at me with a confused daze on his face. I reached up and kissed his cheek again and told him it was okay if he didn't understand. With the malling completed we started on our way back home. Kyle sat in the back with Brittney, a tight fit for him but worth his while. Like two magnets drawn to one another they locked mouths the second we were out of the parking lot. Brittney's fingers crawled over his face while his large ebony arms wrapped around her pulling her closer. Periodically I glanced in my rearview mirror to watch them, but I had to stop myself in order to drive properly—it did me little good though. The sound of their lips smacking and Brittney's groans from naughty groping made it impossible for me to concentrate on the road. My pussy was on fire, roaring underneath my panties. I pushed my foot down on the gas harder than I had consciously meant to, the part of me that was hungry for Kyle's cock was forcing me to blare twenty miles over the speed limit until we pulled up in front of a long row of massive white house, the street Brittney lived on. I creaked the car to a halt, turning around in my seat to find Kyle and Brittney still going at it. Her left breast was now over the top of her low cut blouse, stuffed into Kyle's mouth. I could hear his lips sucking on her soft olive skin, I was suddenly jealous that she'd breast-fed him before me. Oh well I thought to myself, I guess I can't expect to have all of his firsts. Brittney pushed Kyle's mouth away from her bouncing breast, looking toward her large, one of a kind designer house. "Come on big guy," she giggled, "let's finish inside." Brittney stuffed her breast back into her shirt and hopped out of the car. Kyle and I followed her up to the house. She didn't use a key to open it, instead flipping open a small keypad built into the wall. She pressed several numbers, causing a series of clicks, after which the door cracked open. Brittney, Kyle, and I entered the upscale home, Brittney tugging Kyle's arm down to her lips to whisper in his ear. "I'll tell you the code so you can get in if you ever need a good fuck." She whispered the combination even though I already knew it. We moved from the front room to the stairs, located midway through the house. We climbed the stairs while Brittney explained to Kyle how her father was the architect who designed the house and how lots of cutting edge computer technology had been built into it making it a state of the art home. Kyle's eyes were wide with amazement, he asked more question the same way Brittney and I had badgered him early. I yawned with waning interest. I'd heard the speal about Britt's house plenty of time, so my interest was more focused on the action that was coming. I knew my pussy was eager to fuck but I was surprised by how excited I was at the idea of watching Brittney get fucked. The thought of her tight little virgin twat getting stuffed with Kyle's big dick made me hot inside and caused the tingle between my legs to grow stronger. I found it curious that we passed Brittney's room all together—she quickly explained that they were having work done on it to extend the space but not to worry, we'd be doing our business in a room equally as nice, her little sister's. Brittney tossed the door open, ushering Kyle and I inside. It was a typical room for the fourteen-year-old daughter of wealthy parents. A closet full of clothes, a dresser, small makeup station, another dresser, computer desk with computer and TV stand equipped with a flat LCD TV, blu-ray player and files of DVDs and blu-rays. Brittney strolled over to the bed, plopped down and patted the seat next to her. Kyle first looked at me then, realizing she was calling him, rushed over to sit beside her. I pulled up the chair from the computer desk and took a seat right in front of them. Having fucked Kyle twice I knew I was in for a good show and didn't want to miss a minute of it. Kyle started where he had left off in the car, Brittney's voluptuous breast. This time she pulled her shirt completely over her head, revealing her perfectly shaped c cup breasts. She claimed they were d cups but I wouldn't say they were anymore than a 38 C. She wore no bra allowing Kyle free access to her, as he groped a soft tit in one hand he hungrily suckled a mouth full of the other. Brittney moaned in pleasure, her hands danced over his head down to his back. It was astounding to watch him, it was like he'd just realized how enjoyable breasts were, I couldn't help but giggle at how cute it was. Brittney's body heaved forward, her back arched, pressing her chest against his face. He showed his thanks by slurping hard on her now flushed and very rip nipples. From were I was I could see how stiff they'd gotten, like erect little clits. When his mouth covered the large portion of her breast I could just imagine how his tongue stroked against those rock hard nipples and the pressure of his slurping, and when he moved his lips back to bite down on it, I just about lost it. Like a child who couldn't decide what candy he wanted to eat Kyle switched back and forth between breasts, leaving them both wet with saliva and nipples hard. By that time I'd started to finger my pussy and grope my breasts. With my forefinger and thumb I pinched my nipple, it hurt but felt so satisfying at the same time. My heart leapt with excitement when Kyle left her nipples behind, going down to her feet, sucking them as passionately as he had sucked mine on the football field. His tongue traced up the side of her foot, rolling over her pinky toe, before he opened his mouth and started lightly suckling on the whole of her foot. My fingers squeezed my breast all the harder as my fingers pumped faster in my soaked pussy. My panties—moved to the side—were a complete mess, so drenched in my juices I could have squeezed enough secretion to fill a cup. "Kyle!" Brittney groaned, squeezing the front of her pants. "I need something in my mouth." Brittney parted her lips wide, sticking her tongue out and rubbed the tip of her finger over it. My best friend is such a horny little slut was the thought that ran through my head as I watched her, still pumping my pussy with my middle and index finger. I did a good job of making sure my fingers rubbed over my clit while I did. Soon I was moaning out my first orgasm, cumming on my fingers. I saw Kyle glance at me from the corner of his eye but kept the focus of his attention on Brittney like a gentlemen. He stood tall in front of her allowing her to dropped down to her knees and pull down his pants as he worked his shirt over his head. The image of his figure left her dazed. I was a bit stunned too, even though I'd seen his body it still amazed me. Such a picture of perfect masculine beauty, one couldn't help but ogle out of respect for the artistic grace that went into creating him. A hairless chest covered in thick muscle, arms much the same. Long muscle packed legs and calves; the only part of his body with any hair was the long unruly mane on the top of his head and the impossibly thick forest over his crotch from which the biggest, blackest penis I'd ever seen protruded. Confession of a BBC Slut Ch. 03 Brittney reached out still awe struck and began pumping his cock with one hand. The tip of his penis grazed her nose, causing her to lick her lips. Hesitation left her as she parted her lips, moving forward, sliding her tongue along the bottom of his cock as three tantalizing inches slide into her mouth. Her lips tugged as her cheeks sucked in, turning her mouth into a vacuum. Remembering how salty and pungent it tasted made my mouth water. Fuck I was hungry for that monster cock; both my mouth and pussy were salivating at the thought of tasting it. They would have to contend with one-another but having fucked Kyle twice I knew when all was said and done they'd get more than they're fill. Brittney worked the tip of Kyle's hard prick carefully, sliding down the three inches and sucking back, mixing his cock head with her saliva, leaving it glistening. Her movements back and forth were slow and deliberate, each time taking another inch of his meat. The first few inches went down without incident, but as she reached the sixth inch I could tell it was poking at the back of her throat and giving her some trouble. Her head bobbed in quick intervals, keeping the brunt of Kyle's cock covered inches in her mouth, not letting them breathe. The look on Kyle's face was priceless, his eyes were squeezed tight and his hands loomed over Brittney's head, ready to take control. Slurping it up and down, taking it as far as she could before touching her throat. That was the first few strokes, by the time she reached the eleventh she'd began to deep throat the throbbing beast past mid-shaft leaving maybe four inches unclaimed. Kyle put his hands on the back of her head and eased her forward, gently yet unrelenting. Brittney had no choice but to allow him to push her mouth further till she'd taken in the whole foot long. She had a panicked look at first but once her nose settled into his pubes she seemed to relax, obviously taken by the musky male scent. "Now try to swallow it" he encouraged. Brittney's eyes widened, I could see she had doubts about convulsing her throat on something so thick and long. She probably worried she'd puke but she was as obedient a slut as me and did as she was told. I could hear her throat gagging and gulping and watched as Kyle's eyes squeezed shut. Unable to take anymore he pulled her lips away then rushed his cock back down her throat, allowing her to swallow him again then pulled back. He did this four times before his thick bubbling cum exploded. I watched as little streams dribbled from Brittney's mouth and her throat bulged and shrink drinking his cum. She moaned as she swallowed, groaning, "Uhhh...gulp, gulp...-Uhhh...gulp." When Kyle pulled his still hard meat from Brittney's mouth it shined, coated with a slick layer of saliva. Brittney looked up at him a wide grin on her face. "Oh yeah baby, my big black Adonis." Kyle stared at her, momentarily wide eyed before lifting her into the air and tossing her on the bed. Brittney looked shocked at first but soon settled back into her horny frame of mind, crawling on all fours toward Kyle. She then kicked her legs out from under her and began unbuttoning her jeans. The tight low riders moved slowly from her thighs as Kyle took over, sliding them off of her. Her pants hadn't reached her knees before Kyle lost it, yanking down her panties and shoving her face into her pussy, making the loudest slurping noises I'd ever heard. I lurched forward feeling my own pussy sympathies with Brittney's. Watching her get eaten was nearly as excruciating as when he'd done it to me, the downside not being able to feel the actually teasing. I shoved my fingers back in my pussy and groaned as I drove them in sharp and fast while using my other hand to pinch my clit. Brittney and I filled the room with moans followed by screams as we both came. Brittney lay on the bed limp, exhausted and violated but recovered quickly as Kyle pulled her jeans the rest of the way down. Her legs trembled as Kyle began to position his Pop Can thick, foot long prick between them. I could feel a grin forming on my face, anxious to watch him destroy Brittney's beautiful pussy. Leaning forward I gave her the best advice I could think of, "Trust me it'll be the most wonderful and painful thing you'll ever feel." My words sent a shudder through her but distracted her long enough for Kyle to shoved the head of his cock inside. Brittney's eyes shot open as she turned her attention back to the black man penetrating her. With a forceful grunt he pushed in another few inches, and in a few minutes half of his cock was inside her. Brittney's breath was shallow and rushed; I could imagine how she felt having gone through it myself. That was the nice thing about fucking Kyle was every time felt like your first time. Brittney's toes curled into the sheets as Kyle's cock dug in further then pulled back. I changed the angle of my chair so that I could see the penetration it was breathtaking. Brittney's juices drenched the top half while the last five inches waited to dive deep into her hungry cunt. When Kyle rushed back in he pushed in every last inch, the hairs of his groin burying Brittney's clit. That was the first time I'd heard my best friend scream in utter anguish. Her voice tore through the house and I was sure every neighbor on the block heard her. An equally loud screech followed when Kyle pulled out and thrust back, again using his full length. Cherry red streams leaked out of her sopping pussy and down her thighs. This didn't slow Kyle as he continued to thrust in and out, his black cock gleaming with the bright red from her shattered cherry. Brittney threw her arms on his shoulders trying to keep him from jabbing so deep into her; something I knew from experience was futile. Eventually she gave up and dropped her arms allowing him to perform an invasive exploration of her pussy with his black dick. Juices sopped out of her and the sweetest moans and cries left her lips, accompanying the squish of her juice box. IT wasn't long before I saw Brittney's eyes shut tight squeeze and her screams reach their peak. A wave of shudders ran over her body indicating she'd just cum on her first black cock. I stroked her hair whispering in her ear, I'm proud of you Britt. After that she squinted her eyes open and rode back against his cock. I knew she still felt a great deal of pain but was beginning to understand the pleasure in that tremendous agony. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back and her cute pink painted toes curled in tight. Her voice and body still looked like an innocent white teen being raped by a black monster but I could see the hidden sparkle in her eyes that told me she was experiencing what I had, pure exhilaration. Kyle's thrust became faster, something I didn't even think was possible. His large, glistening, black cock pistoned in and out of her like a machine, hell bent on breaking her. Again his speed increased to an erratic fervor as he groaned loudly, howling at Brittney. "Fuck yes, CUUuuUUUMMING!" My pussy trembled as I watched Kyle slow then thrust hard into Brittney as if he were trying to run her through completely. With this last thrust he pulled his cock out and let a shot of gooey white cream splash between Brittney's massacred thighs. I watched as the external shot dripped down to her ass crack soon followed by a massive gushing from the numerous internal shots she'd taken. Brittney was moaning, in the throws of a powerful orgasm induced by the explosion of cum inside her. It all looked so delicious, and for the first time I considered eating Brittney's pussy but Kyle didn't give me the chance. Still stuck in his violent fuck mode he Grabbed Brittney by her arm, lifting her from the bed and threw her into his lap (He was now sitting up on the edge of the bed). Kyle took no time pushing his much too large cock into Brittney's much too small, sore pussy. The olive color of her shaven cunt had turned to bright red. Is that what my pussy looked like when Kyle over fucked it I wondered? His hands reached around her, grabbing her plush tits, squeezing them with such roughness I thought they'd pop like balloons, and began to pump Brittney full of his hard ebony cock. The first few strokes brought her back to life and in no time she was moaning her head off, broken up by weakened whimpers, signs of her giving in to orgasm. By then I was so horny I could hardly feel my fingers as they slid in and out of me. I needed Kyle's glorious cock; it was my only hope at satisfaction. Brittney's arms hung limp as Kyle thrust in and out, her body too weak to resist. Her back was arched forward with her head looking over her shoulder to watch the massive black man who was destroying her insides. Kyle looked so gorgeous in that moment. His large black thighs thrusting up to meet Brittney's poor pussy while his hands held her breast as leverage and to keep her from escaping, as if she would try. I'd Known Brittney for most of my life and I'd bet anything she was enjoying that rough sex a hundred times more than Kyle. With one final grunt Kyle leaned back, shoving himself in as deep as he could. I watched Brittney's body spasm like she was having a seizure. Kyle was emptying another massive load inside of her. Kyle stayed rammed inside, Brittney spasming on top of him for near a minute before her head dropped forward, letting her dark brown hair fall over her face. "Britt?" I called cautiously, wondering if she was still conscious. She looked up at me; her face and body glowing. "Alex, I hope you know you're sharing Kyle with me. Cause if you had any ideas of hording this al for yourself you can forget it." "I know Britt," I replied. By then I was feeling so affectionate I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to rush into Kyle's arms and be taken, and wanted to suck and nibble on Brittney's breast and clit while he fucked me. I was turning into such a dirty slut it almost scared me. I helped Brittney down from Kyle's cock, propping her up in the chair. She was beginning to regain some of her composure, rolling her shoulders, stretching out after having tensed up so much. Kyle was sitting with his head tilted back, his dark sweat drenched chest heaving, looking as sexy as humanly possible. Did he do that on purpose I wondered, was he really an evil mastermind, seducing young white girls with his inhuman good looks and innocent demeanor. Fuck it, I didn't care, as long as I could ride his cock. I straddled him, facing his chest. Using my hand I guided his cock to where it belonged, my tight white snatch and began lowering myself. My cunt was so wet and hungry that it didn't mind me taking control of the situation, letting his long hard, thick cock slip six inches up. I could feel a sharp pain settle in as I reached the bottom of his twelve inch shaft, I pushed through it, jamming down the rest of the way. "Shit that feels good!" I moaned, rocking my hips back and forth, grinding his cock inside me. Kyle groaned too, his cock hadn't been given proper time to rest and I suspected he was still rather sensitive. I raised my hips and dropped down, instantly painful pleasure surged up my hot twat, sending chills through my spine. "So good," I continued to moan. Kyle took over from their, grabbing my hips and bringing them up and down on his hard, shining cock, thrusting up to meet me as I came down. I winced as he pumped me, my pussy overloaded with sensation. He was striking every nerve with each thrust, including my G spot. "Uh...Uh...Uh...Eeeek...Oooh....Ah...Fuck...AH, Ah, Ah!" It felt too good to be really happening, so much tantalizing pain. Why did the way it hurt feel so good, why was I starting to become fixated on the way his cock tore at the lining of my cunt? I wondered all of these things as he drove himself deep inside me, bashing my Cervix with each thrust. The particularly sharp ones poked the very tip of his cockhead inside, causing me to scream out in horrific bliss. I threw my arms around his shoulders, looking down at his heaving chest. His pectorals glistened with beads of sweat while he continually jammed his hard meat deep inside me. I choked out moans and squeals though mostly I just whimpered, unable to form coherent speech. Kyle's hands were on my pelvis, creating all of the motion necessary for the wonderful sensation we were both enjoying. Taking one hand from my side he reached up to my breast, squeezing it without breaking from his thrusting. How did he get so good at this I wondered as he continued to bounce me with a single hand. After pinching my nipples to hard perfection he put his hand back on my hip and bent down, taking the whole of my b cup breast in his mouth. "God Britt," I groaned, "this is what he was doing to you chest. It feels sooo...fucking good!" Brittney gave a slight nod, grinning. Kyle's lips tugged on my nipple so hard I thought he would rip it right off. His front teeth squeezed down on it letting go every so often so he could suckle. My whole body was going through felt sensitive to his every touch and the incredible nerve reactions in my pussy as well as the warm wet suckling of my breasts. I threw my head back and let the orgasm that had been building hit me head on. My body trembled as I moaned out Kyle's name as loud as I could. Six more thrusts and Kyle unloaded a warm river of sperm into me, making my canal feel like an over stuffed turkey. Kyle's cock pulled out with a pop, glistening with various juices and cum. I dropped down to my knees before him and started licking the magnificent beast clean. On him I could taste my on fluids as well as his cum and the slight taste of Brittney that lingered. His penis was a kaleidoscope of human flavors, exciting my tongue and prompting me to swallow it to mid shaft. I slurped thoughtlessly on his cock, not concerned with making him cum but simply enjoying the rich taste. With my right hand I stroked him and with my left I very carefully cupped his balls. The big black man before me was leaning back on his elbows on the bed, groaning out each flick of my tongue, every stroke of my lips. "Too...fucking...good," he breathed just as his thick batter filled my mouth. Creamy white jizz streamed down the sides of my mouth as I rushed to swallow as much of it as I could. "You girls are insane," Kyle groaned now laying completely back against the bed. I climbed up on top of his body and laid down against his chest, breathing quietly against his nipple. "You still like us don't you?" "Hell yea," he exclaimed with along deep breath. So I get both of your right, you'll both be my girlfriends. I wanted to correct him and tell him that we were his sluts not girlfriends but I was too tired to argue. "Yes." "Sweet! I'm really glad I moved out here, best decision I ever made. I curled up in his chest and after a while Brittney joined us. The three of us cuddled like that for almost an hour after which we went for another round. In the end we both got fucked thoroughly leaving me anxious for the next weekend.