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Emancipated Jackals Ch. 01

By: Stardog Champion



"Splat"..."Take that"..."No"...."Splat..."You take that"...."HA HA HA HA"....

Back and forth the two lovebirds went, flipping water from their bottles of Aquafina at each other as they laid side by side on the floor, helping each other study for finals.

Wendy Smith and her boyfriend of 3 years, and fiance of 8 months, Brad jossled and flirted incessantly with each other until Brad finally leaned over and softly kissed Wendy on the lips.

"UMMMM," she purred and smiled, loving the way her future Husband's warm mouth melted against her own, for that brief moment hating the fact that a loving kiss would be all they could share until after the marriage ceremony in four long months.

"DAARRNNN," Wendy groaned with real frustration, an unreachable itch gnawing at her loins as she inhaled Brad's cologne.

"Get back you Horndog," she giggled, before splashing a few more drops of cold water against her boyfriend's grinning face. "Cool youself down..you're not making it any easier to study."

"I guess this IS too much of a temptation...we haven't gotten anything done the last two nights... have we?" Brad sighed. "Good thing finals aren't until next week!"

A sudden hush of impending sadness washed through each soul as Brad stole a glance at his watch.

"Quarter past 10," he whispered. "I've got to open up the Chem Lab in the morning at 7:30.....guess...guess I better get going."

"....OK," Wendy somberly agreed as the two stared longingly into each other's eyes for nearly a minute, pondering just how good things would be in the near future when they were married and wouldn't have to slump back to their respective apartments for the night, when they could instead fall asleep in each other's arms the way any couple in love should have the right to do.

Each being staunchly dedicated to their Mormon unbringing however, Wendy and Brad bit their tongues and kissed each other one last time as Brad prepared to leave.

Having met during their Sophomore year at Brigham Young University, the two had immediatly hit it off and when Brad had proposed the Summer after their Junior year, Wendy had happily agreed to make a lifetime committment and start a family as soon as they each got a degree. So looking forward to the wedded bliss, they had already agreed on the names of their first two sons and daughters.

"Wanna get together tomorrow night and try this studying thing again?" Brad flirtatiously deadpanned.

"Yep..definatly," Wendy started to answer until a rush of disappointed angst crested in her brain. 

"OH..SHOOT..wait a minute..tomorrow night's Thursday ...right....I think I have to do that tutoring session with my friend Tina for a couple of those football players tomorrow night," Wendy dejectedly replied. "I wish I had never signed up for that....the extra credit seemed nice at the time but its been such a burden....its such a rush this time of the year..I dont have enough time for my own schedule right now."

"Then how about Friday night Baby?" Brad politly offered, before placing another goodbye kiss on Wendy's waiting lips. "We can grab dinner..study a little and maybe rent a movie."

"OK," She brightly smiled as Brad slowly eased out the door.

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Wendy sat on the living room floor of her apartment, dressed in a pair of baggy, baby blue sweatpants and a loose fitting teeshirt, her legs crossed Indian style by the coffee table as her and her friend Tina killed time, waiting for the two students they were scheduled to tutor to show up.

"Why in the heck are all these people they send over to study with us always late..its almost 9 o' clock," Tina groused, each of the girls then sighing as they aimlessly watched the hands of the clock tick by.

"I could have spent the evening with Brad," Wendy bemoaned.

"You're so lucky Wendy," Tina admitted to her friend. "My folks have been giving me so much grief lately about not being able to find a serious guy yet before I graduate. It's not like I haven't been trying...nothing just ever seems to click..there's just never a spark...but then..you and Brad..you can see the steam simmering everytime you two are together."

"Would you stop that Tina..Brad and I aren't that perfect, " Wendy tried to sooth her confidante's feelings, privatly knowing Tina was correct in her assessment of the chemistry between her and her future husband.

The two girls went back and forth for the next few minutes, reaffirming each other, until a sudden thudding series of knocks at the door startled them both.

"Guess they're finally here," Tina mumbled as she hopped up to let the two football players in.

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Sheron Dillon was on the verge of finishing his second semester at BYU. Recruited to the school from a Junior College near his home in Southern California to be a reserve linebacker on the football team, Sheron had progressed surprisingly well, making it into 6 of the team's games the previous season, with assurances from his coaches that he'd play a significantly greater role next season, if his grades held up.

That was the main reason Sheron and one of his teammates, a Sophomore named Calvin Davis who was a 3rd string running back on the team were placed with tutors through the school's athletic department to help with Spring semester exams.

After a brief round of introductions, due to the late hour the foursome was getting their start, they split off into two pairs and went to seperate ends of the living room to crack open the books.

Both Political Science majors, Sheron paired off with Wendy while Calvin, who was struggling to tame a Literary Criticism class partnered up with Tina, who was an English major and aspiring teacher.

As the next hour or so unfolded, Calvin and Sheron did the best they could to focus on the task at hand. Knowing how important Finals were at a school like BYU, that didn't look past the grades of their athletes to keep them eligible, both young men did their best to keep their attention on what Tina and Wendy were trying to walk them through.

Every once in a while however, Calvin and Sheron would look up at the same moment and share a brief stare of spontanious enlightenment from across the room. Nodding to each other as the girls they were with read on and on, totally oblivious to the two players' silent interplay, both young men smiled in agreement from the temptation that presented itself on a daily basis around campus.

Eventhough each could have easily gone to a college where the sight of a black guy and a white girl together would have barely gotten a second look, in order to play football at a major college level, Sheron and Calvin's seperate paths had led them to Provo, Utah where there was an unspoken but implicit expectation in maintaining the purity of bloodlines.

"And there ain't a black girl within a hundred miles," Calvin's eyes seemed to gleam as he maintained eye contact with his slightly older teammate.

"And we still have to look at all these lily white pure and prudent girls every day around campus without a chance of even getting a Goddamn kiss," Sheron nodded in reply.

Eventhough each young man would have never admitted it to the other, without the outlet or opportunity for sex that most men their age had on a regular basis, Calvin and Sheron were forced the repress their natural urges, just as the preponderance of the single Mormon population surrounding them had to. And with more than 10,000 female students, faculty and locals for them to encounter on a steady basis, without any hope of every making an intimate connection, the natural build up of frustration on occassion became almost too much to bare.

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Around an hour into the study session, Wendy called for a break so everyone could clear their heads and maybe get something to drink before cracking the books back open.

Allowing the two football players to chat with each other in the living room, Wendy and Tina slipped into the kitchen to fetch a couple of bottles of water and chat for a few seconds.

"How much longer do you think this is going to take?" Wendy offered up.

"Calvin and I are just about finished..he's got a paper due in the morning..so he wants to head out in a few minutes..How about you?" Tina replied.

"Probably another hour or so," Wendy guessed, sensing in her friend's body language and slight tremble of voice that Tina was feeling the same vague awkwardness that she was.

Nodding at each other when the shared uneasiness was evident on the other's face, Tina finally whispered, "Do you feel the way..the way they are looking at us?"

"AHH...No...," Wendy lied. 

"You're just imagining that Tina...its just all those years where they never let female tutors work with male students here at school...guys are gonna look at girls..that's normal..you're just being self-conscious," Wendy muttered, not wanting to justify the same insecurities she was herself feeling.

The two girls returned to the living room and each felt their stomachs roll when they saw Calvin and Sheron look up and smile.

"What in the world were they talking about before Tina and I walked back into the room?" Wendy nervously wondered.

Looking briefly to her left, at Tina, Wendy could see her friend was awkwardly fidgeting with her hands as well.

"...Tina said you have a paper to work on for tomorrow Calvin," Wendy spoke up, desperate to break the brooding silence in the room. 

"Yeah..Yeah I do," Calvin pleasantly replied. "I need a little time to work on it tonight..I think I'll probably head out."

Calvin smiled and thanked the two girls for their time before giving Sheron a handshake and a subtle wink goodbye.

"I'll stick around...if you want," Tina voice trailed off, leaving Wendy feeling awkwardly betwixst.

If she said, "Yes..please stay", she'd be keeping her friend there when Tina most certainly had other things to do, not to mention giving Sheron the clear impression that she was uncomfortable alone in his presense.

On the other hand, if she said "No..you can go..I'll be fine", Wendy would have to sit through the rest of the tutoring session with the football player, feeling uncomfortable in his presense.

"No...No....I'll be fine Tina," Wendy stuttered calmly. "Sheron and I should be done in 30 minutes or so....you go on home..I'll talk to you first thing in the morning."

"...O..K," Tina said unevenly, casting Sheron and Wendy one last look before excusing herself from the apartment.

As soon as the sound of the door closing behind Tina resonated inside of Sheron's head, he gazed over to Wendy standing to his right and realized he was alone with a female student for the first time since arriving on campus. His synapses buzzing from the novelty of the moment, Sheron seemed to daze out for several seconds as he watched the young Mormon girl's lips move without hearing what she was saying.

"Damn she's pretty hot," Sheron found himself thinking, allowing his eyes to slowly scan up and down Wendy's now seated frame without the fear of another person in the room catching him doing it. 

"Fuck..its been since Christmas break back home since you got any pussy..most anything would look hot right now," Sheron internally brimmed, dropping both hands on top of his lap to conceal any visible traces of his steady arousal. "And you know she's a virgin..all these Goddamn girls here are virgins...no guy has probably ever even seen that tight cunt...I bet she doesn't even shave it...and that fat fuckin' ass...uummmm..those chunky legs and that sweet innocent face..and look at the way those heavy tits of hers are shaking and quivering inside that teeshirt everytime she exhales or moves around in the seat....DAMN!"

Shaking his head, trying to snap himself from the haze of sexual angst flowing through his mind and body, everytime Sheron tried to look down and re-focus his efforts on the text of the book Wendy was reading from, he couldn't help but fixate on the way the unsuspecting girl's hefty bosom swayed noticably under her teeshirt.

"Goddamn..I wonder what my cock would look like sandwiched between those things," Sheron privatly wondered, bringing a wide satisfied grin to his face, giving Wendy the misguided impression that he was catching on to the lesson she was trying to teach.

"You're getting the concept now, Sheron?" Wendy smiled proudly in return.

"If you only knew the half of it," The young football player thought wryly. "Oh Yeah...I'm getting it real good."

"I see a couple of different pairs of shoes by the door....I'm sure you dont have this whole big apartment all to yourself?" Sheron asked a few moments later, innocently trying to make conversation.

"Yeah," Wendy looked up and replied. "Two other girls..Nadine and Allison..Allison is down state right now visiting a sick relative and Nadine might be home later..she's over at a mutual friend's place planning a church mission this Summer...she crashes over there sometimes if she stays really late."

A brief sparkle shimmered in Sheron's dark brown eyes when he realized once again he was alone with Wendy, and could tell from the way she instantly dropped her eyes to the book in her lap as soon as she mentioned niether of her roommates might be home for a while, that the studious Mormon girl was sorry she had let that slip.

Several minutes of studying interrupted by occassional idle banter played out until Sheron's roving gaze locked onto the shiny diamond adorning Wendy's left ring finger.

"Engagement ring? " he asked incrediously.

"Y...Yes," Wendy replied, unsure where the conversation was headed.

"Engaged..WOW..But you're so young...don't you want to go out and see the world a little?" Sheron casually countered.

"Well I did do a mission to Peru last year..but I'm ready to settle down... I've met the right guy...and that's just the way they've always done things in the Culture here...get out of school and start a family," Wendy reflectivly pondered.

"Lucky guy," Sheron thought to himself.

"So when's the big date?" he asked.

"August 14th...that's a picture of Brad right there on the end table..he's a Senior here at school too... getting ready to graduate," Wendy proudly replied.

"Humm..Congratulations," Sheron politely added.

"Thanks," Wendy churped. "So...are you seeing anybody?"

For the second time in nearly 5 minutes, Wendy watched words leave her mouth that she wished she could have reached out and taken back. Knowing there wasn't a chance Sheron wasn't activly involved with any of the girls on BYU's campus, Wendy began to blush and stammer to try and cover her insensitive question.

"You..know...are you ...do you have a girlfriend back home in California?"

"Yeah...I got a few I'm seeing...nothing serious though...here's a picture of a few of them if you want," Sheron offered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

Opening it up and extending his hand towards Wendy, Sheron casually shuffled through the deck of encassed photos, peeling them off one by one until he had shown the slightly stunned Mormon girl nearly a dozen of his female acquantinces.

Scanning each of the pictures as Sheron briskly shuffled through them, the pale skin of Wendy's cheeks began to blush vividly as she watched the litany of youthful, energetic and in some cases scantily clad, smiling women whiz by.

"Are all those...your ex-girlfriends?" Wendy cautiously asked, feeling the cushion of the seat underneath her suddenly become warm.

"No..most of them are just friends..like I said...nothing serious," Sheron smiled before closing the wallet and placing it on top of his opened backpack.

Clutching the edge of the textbook tightly in her hands at the same time she subtly pressed its rectangular mass down on top of her thighs, suddenly it was Wendy's turn to zone out while Sheron was asking a question.

"I kind of need to take a break...Where's the bathroom?" Sheron had to ask twice before Wendy finally snapped out of her brief daze.

"Its...Its down the hall...second door on the left."

"OK...Thanks," Sheron replied before hopping up from his seat and disappearing down the darkened corridor.

Hearing the 20 year old football player's heavy footsteps drift down the hall, Wendy closed the textbook on her lap and let out a huge sigh of relief when she finally heard Sheron close the bathroom door behind him.

"Its getting late," she told herself, looking over at the clock just to verify her thought. 

In the process of checking the time however, Wendy couldn't help but see that Sheron's wallet had tumbled down off the top of his backpack and was laying partially opened between the chair and living room table.

Hearing the faint echo of the toilet seat being lifted up from down the hall, Wendy knew she had a moment to herself to catch her breathe. As soon as she tried to clear her mind however, a subliminal memory suddenly tripped inside her head.

"That had to be some sort of optical illusion...some kind of shadow or the way the sun was setting in the sky," Wendy found herself thinking as one of the photos Sheron showed her of him and several of his friends lounging around one of the beaches near his home, glittered strangly inside her head.

"Just mind your own business," her inner voice shouted convincingly, eventhough her hands continued to fidget between her thighs, fighting the urge to reach over and grab Sheron's wallet, just to re-examine the picture in question.

In the process of re-playing that sliver of a memory over and over, Wendy felt butterflies the size of pigeons flocking in her belly until the sound of the toilet flushing and the football's player's steady footsteps eased back up the hallway.

"So...are we done?" Sheron spoke up as he re-entered the living room.

"Ye..Yeah..I think so," Wendy garbled, trying her best to maintain her composure as Sheron slipped past her to gather his stuff.

Dropping the textbook they had been using back into his school bag, Sheron kept his eyes glued on Wendy as the two said their 'goodbyes'. Not looking down as he picked up his backpack however, Sheron didn't have a clue that his wallet had fallen on the floor until he was long out the door.

A neat freak about the way her apartment was kept, Wendy quickly went over to where Sheron was sitting and grabbed his half empty glass of water off the coffee table. Looking down on the floor before she turned to take it to the kitchen however, she saw that Sheron had neglected to pick up his billfold before he left.

Instinctually reaching down to pick up the discarded wallet, Wendy clutched it loosely in her hand as she went to the front door to call out to Sheron. By the time she took a step out on the front porch, she realized it was too late when she saw the red taillights of Sheron's car speed away.

"Shucks," Wendy cringed as she closed the door and walked back inside

Ever the good samaritan, Wendy's first reaction was to open the wallet hoping Sheron had placed his number somewhere inside of it in case it ever got lost.

Before she could open it up however, a loud voice inside her head yelled, "Stop".

Looking down at the leather bound billfold resting gingerly between her fingers, the wallet seemed to take on the properties of radioactive fallout as she stared down at it.

"But you wanted to see those pictures all over again..didn't you?" another inner voice chided.

Poking her index finger into the opening of the wallet with the same tentativness of a person trying to ease a dead mouse from a sprung trap, Wendy carefully opened the folds to peek inside.

"Eleven Dollars," she muttered, eventhough her eyes had quickly darted off the $10 and $1 in the cash slot to the plastic sleeve of pictures resting beside it.

"Stop being such a baby and sit down..they wont burn your skin," Wendy's inner voice once again chided.


Emancipated Jackals Ch. 01



"I don't see a phone number..at least not his," Wendy concluded as she scanned down the list of assorted phone numbers Sheron had kept of his friends, many of whom female.

"Look at all those girls," Wendy shook her head when she slowly started thumbing through the same pictures Sheron had hurriedly shown her during their study session.

One by one, Wendy shuffled through the deck of photos, most of them typical ones you'd see taken from high school or Glamour Shots, of many of Sheron's female friends. Others appeared to be taken outside at various parks, and a few at the mall. It wasn't until Wendy stumbled upon the same picture that had originally caused her pause the first time she had seen it that she felt the blood flowing through her body begin to simmer.

Wendy's initial reaction was to calmly extend her hands out and close the wallet before dropping it onto the coffee table where she could leave it until she decided what to do with it once her head cleared. Something inside her overrode that engrained response however and the wallet remained opened in her palms, her thumbs pressing down the folded over pictures as she fixated on the content of the image in question.

Its was, on the surface, your basic run of the mill photo of a whole bunch of happy and jovial teenagers lounging around a Southern California beach, but as Wendy kept staring at it, she felt her insides fizz as the picture seemed to come to life in her hands.

"It's just a picture Wendy," She kept trying to remind herself, eventhough there was a starkness and sexuality to the photo she had never quite comprehended.

Continuing to fixate over the image, there was just something about the way the 6 women and 4 men in the photo were hanging on to each other and the subtle way their bodies seemed to meld against the others that told Wendy that it would take more than a thousand words to tell it's story.

The underlying eroticism oozing from the photo quickly caused several patches of of nervous red blotches to color Wendy's neck and chest. Eventhough the participants in the image weren't engaged in outright sex, even someone as naive and sheltered as the 22 year old Mormon girl could tell from the frozen expressions on all the faces that the prospect of it was clearly present.

It was then the subliminal memory of what had grabbed Wendy's attention when Sheron had taken his bathroom break, all of the sudden re-kindled. Feeling a heavy hot and cold lump settle in her belly, Wendy studied the portion of the photo where Sheron was seated in his swim trunks on a beachtowel, smiling for the camera. At 22, and a normal and functioning female, Wendy had a great appreciation for the male form. It was one of the reasons she had originally been attracted to her now fiance, Brad. So the fact that Sheron sat there in the picture, his broad muscular chest completly bare at the same time a pair of well sculpted arms and legs extended out nicely from his torso was an image any straight woman would have looked twice at.

Her eyes glued to the film, Wendy steadily scanned the picture of Sheron, allowing her eyes to drift across his well defined abs, before a small gasping hiccup escaped her throat when she was forced to confront the noticable ridge bulging out the front of his shorts.

"That's just the way....its just the angle of the camera..or the way the sun was shining," Wendy tried rationalizing eventhough her saliva was beginning to pool strangly in her mouth.

"What does it matter anyway, Stupid," Wendy rationally scolded herself. "You're thumbing through another person's wallet like a common thief and perv..just put it down and go to bed...decide what to do with the thing tomorrow."

Nodding her chin up and down in agreement with the voice in her head, Wendy gently closed the billfold and laid it down on the coffee table in front of her before rising up on her wobbly legs and looking over at the picture of her fiance Brad one last time before she trekked to bed.

After a fit of tossing and turning, Wendy was finally able to fall asleep, the confusing thoughts brought about from the way her evening ended staying with her as she snuggled under the covers. Less than 20 minutes into her initial cycle of sleep however, Wendy was startled awake by a loud knock at the front door. 

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If it wasn't for the fact that Sheron's gas gauge had been sitting on empty for over three days, he probably would have been just as content to go home and worry about his forgotten wallet in the morning. But when he stopped at the Shell station to put in a couple of dollars worth and realized he had left his money back at Wendy's apartment, he pounded his hand down on top of the steering wheel in frustration, knowing he had to go back and get it.

Rolling his eyes as he looked down at the digital clock on his CD player, Sheron saw it was 11:43. Normally, back home where he grew up, going to someone's house at a few minutes to Midnight wouldn't be that big of a deal. Having spent eight months in Provo however and acclimating himself to the Mormon culture there, Sheron squirmed in his seat as he drove back to Wendy's, just knowing her neighbors would probably call the cops seeing a black man get out of a car and approach a dwelling at that late hour. Still, each time he pressed the gas pedal, Sheron said a silent prayer that the car wouldn't buck and stall before he could retrieve his wallet and get some gas.

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Awakened suddenly from the initial stages of sleep, Wendy fought her groggying disorientation until she was able to get to her feet and stumble out of her bedroom to answer the door.

"It must be Darla," Wendy yawned, assuming her roommate had returned home only to discover she had lost her keys again.

"I'll be there in a second," Wendy growled, weaving lazily down the hall until she was finally able to find her balance.

Thinking it was Darla at the door, Wendy didn't even take the time to stare into the peephole before reaching for the knob to open it. If she had an inkling it would have been anyone besides Darla, Wendy most certainly would have put on another layer of clothing besides the long teeshirt and pair of panties she went to sleep in.

But she didn't and when she swung the door open only to find the imposing presense of the 220 pound football player standing there, both she and Sheron instantly re-coiled from the sudden and awkward sight of each other.

"OH..I'm Sorry," Sheron apologized, taking a small step backwards as Wendy hid all but her head behind the half opened front door. "I didn't think you would have gone to sleep already..I kind of..I kinda forgot and left..."

"Your wallet," Wendy finished his thought. "Yeah..I found it...let me run over and get it."

The polite thing for Sheron to have probably done would have been to wait by the front door as Wendy made the short trip inside to grab his wallet from the coffee table. Staring at the way she was dressed however, and the way her braless breasts swayed like two heavy melons inside of her teeshirt, like a starving man approaching a buffet, something possessed Sheron to follow Wendy inside.

"I sat it down right over here I think?" Wendy exclaimed loudly, her back to Sheron thinking he was still waiting outside on the porch.

When her bare feet felt the vibrations of the football player's footsteps closing in behind her on the carpet however, the halfdressed Mormon girl froze breathlessly in place.

Her back to him, Sheron could clearly sense Wendy's unease. Coming to a stop just out of arm's reach behind her, Sheron stood there waiting for her to pick up the wallet. Time seemed to freeze however as Wendy vasolated there, and as the seconds passed by, Sheron looked down and saw the way the voluptuous Mormon girl's knees were shaking noticably, just below the hem of her oversized nightshirt.

Smelling Wendy's sudden fragility and weakness, Sheron felt his groin start to burn with life. 

"God its been so long since you fucked anything else besides your Goddamn hand..are you going to let this opportunity get by?" a determined voice inside his head implored.

Too far into the room that he couldn't reach the front door to close it and not close enough to reach out and touch Wendy without taking another crucial step, Sheron continued to stand there, watching and waiting, as the front of his jeans continued to puff further out.

"Here's..Here's..your...wall..wallet," Wendy tried to coax her vocal chords into song eventhough her mouth had become as dry as a desert and her tongue the weight of an anchor.

The words, "fish or cut bait" rattled around Sheron's head as he stood behind Wendy, watching her shoulders tremble.

"Yeah...fish and you take a chance of getting brought up on rape charges..say goodbye to a football career and hello to jail with an all white Mormon jury.......But....if you cut bait Sheron..you might never get a chance like this again...and if you have to spend all Summer here going to Summer School..how long will it be before you find a girl to fuck around here?"

Reaching forward with his left hand, it was obvious Sheron had made that decision with his hormones instead of his head.

A quick gurgling gasp escaped Wendy's mouth and her entire 5 foot 6 inch frame tensed completly when Sheron's palm came to rest on her left shoulder. Closing her eyes as she internally trembled and shook, Wendy would have been mortified if she had seen the way the black football player behind her was massaging his crotch with his right hand as he held her by the collar with his left.

Leaning his head forward, Sheron parted his lips and blew gently against the exposed vanilla skin of Wendy's neck.

"Goosebumps," Sheron mouthed, watching an endless trail of pimpled flesh rise along the girl's drooping arms.

Pulling Wendy's light brown, shoulder length hair to the side with his left hand, Sheron planted a soft kiss directly on the back of Wendy's neck, just below her hairline.

"GGEEZZ..AAHHH," Wendy shuddered awkwardly.

Pulling back, stunned Wendy hadn't tried putting a stop to his advances, Sheron decided to take it a step further. Working his hand free from Wendy's neck, Sheron slid his fingers back down her collarbone until he once again was gripping her by the shoulder. Flexing the powerful muscles in his left arm until Wendy's torso gradually began dipping to the floor, Sheron kept pushing down until the girl was forced down to her knees, with her back still towards him.

"What am I gonna do with her now?" Sheron found himself openly wondering, not having a clue two minutes earlier he would have his tutor in such a position in front of him.

"She could still yell, "Rape", " Sheron knew eventhough the only thing coming out of Wendy's mouth at that moment was a series of nearly sobbing breaths.

Feeling a cold draft well up behind him from the still opened front door, Sheron calmly eased backwards a few steps and closed the door, locking the unlikely pair alone in the apartment. Hearing the deadbolt click as he turned it clockwise, Sheron spun back around and sized Wendy up as she knelt there in a prayer like state..

"Drop down on all fours," Sheron ordered as he began to stride back to the center of the room. 

"Yeah...get down on your hands and knees for me," he re-itterated, this time scooping his right hand underneath Wendy's long teeshirt, diving his palm between her chubby legs until his grip had encompassed the Mormon girl's entire virgin pussy through her panties.

"UUURRRGGAAHH," Wendy grimaced, her body collapsing from shock as she assumed the four point stance Sheron had demanded.

Taking a step forward with each foot, Sheron spread his legs wide apart, straddling Wendy's back as he stood directly above her. Absording the surreal calm of the room, Sheron had to keep reminding himself what was happening was real. The eerie late night silence of Wendy's apartment was only interrupted by the distant drone of her refrigerator from the kitchen and the occasional gust of breathe that escaped each of their mouths.

Sadistically invigorated by the way she had helplessly succumb to his advances, Sheron contemplated his next move as he watched Wendy cringe and grind beneath him. Working his thick meaty fingers around the zipper of his pants, he finally began to work it down.

The grinding sound of his zipper descending lower echoed through the quiet of the living room, causing Wendy to flinch and shudder as the implication of that sound resonated through her body.

Lifting his right hand to his nose for a moment to inhale the noticable scent of Wendy's sex from his fingers, Sheron felt a torrent of blood rush to his rapidly bulging cock as he pulled it free from his fly.

"Are you going to fuck her?" Sheron found himself wondering, knowing if he wanted to he could change the girl's life forever.

"Please don't...please..I'm a...vir..gin..I'm engaged.....I'm...," Wendy cried, seemingly hearing the subliminal thoughts that were rattling around inside of Sheron's head.

"Fucking her could get messy," he thought to himself. "Maybe I will..maybe I wont but I'm gonna have a little fun with her either way."

"You're on your knees and begging..that's what you're doing," Sheron cruelly spat down to Wendy, surprising even himself with his blunt insensitivity.

Sheron's words, and the tone in which they were delivered caused Wendy's stomach to roll and elbows to quiver. She had always considered herself a strong and outspoken woman, maybe not to the point of being a Mormon feminist, but Wendy always prided herself in sticking up for what was right and what she wanted. To now find herself on her hands and knees in her own apartment, with a relative stranger standing over top of her preparing to expose himself, Wendy was dumbfounded and speechless, unable to process or fathom what she had suddenly become. Instead, she was left with only the ability to kneel there and wait for Sheron's next move.

And that next move ended up taking the shape of Sheron's long deprived and incredibly endowed penis landing like a heavy, nuclear heated lead pipe between her trembling shoulder blades.

"AAHHH," Wendy gulped as Sheron's bulging phallus dug into the teeshirt still covering her back.

If that wasn't enough, after a few moments of teasing Wendy's back and shoulders with his freed hard-on, Sheron reached down with his left hand and grabbed Wendy's long brown hair into his fist, in the process pulling her head back towards him as if he was tugging on a leash.

"URRGGHH," Wendy hoarsly breathed, focusing as best as she could on the pain in her neck muscles, just to avoid the unmistakable but indescribable burning sensation she was feeling inside of her untouched womb.

Feeling Sheron's weight press down on her back as he swung his crotch forward, Wendy slammed her eyes shut and shuddered when she felt Sheron's smooth, meaty uncircumsized prick smack loudly against her forehead.

Degraded, as if she was giving the hulking football player a pony ride across the living room floor, Wendy bit her lower lip hard and dug her fingers into the carpet as Sheron's swinging cock danced across her face.

Months since he had the opportunity to share his manhood with a woman combined with the sheer perversity of what he was doing until the semen boiling inside Sheron's huge balls simply had no where else to go.

Pumping his cock haughtily in front of Wendy's eyes as he jerked her head back, Sheron manipulated his straining girth between his own hand and the girl's forehead and cheeks until it frantically began to spasm and jerk. Before Wendy could even gulp and prepare herself for the onslaught, a rapid wave of white hot ejaculate rained down, warmly bathing her cherubic facial features as it penetrated the pores of her skin.

"UUUHH...AAAAAHHH..RRGGHH," Wendy burped, her whole body helpless as the searing heat of Sheron's spewing white seed continued to squirt from his loins.

Reaching behind Wendy's raised ass with his right hand as he continued to knead the cum out of his cock with his left, Sheron paddled and spanked at Wendy's behind until she was anxiously bucking beneath him.

"So you're a virgin Huh...HUH...you're an awfully nasty actin' little slut to be a virgin," Sheron taunted. 

"Bet your Momma and Daddy would be real proud of you right now huh..and that fiance of yours...next time he goes to kiss that pretty and angelic face of yours..wonder if he'll have any clue what's drippin' down it right now," Sheron continued, looking up at the pictures of Brad and Wendy's family that lined the neatly kept room.

The pyhsical and emotional toll that had suddenly been heaped on Wendy proved to be too much as her arms and legs gave out, causing her to collapse flat on the floor.

"Damn," Sheron sighed to himself as he stared down at her shivering between his feet. "If she gave in to that so easily..I wonder what else she's capable of?" 

Looking over his shoulder at the sliver of dim yellow light seeping out from Wendy's bedroom door down the hall, Sheron snaked his middle finger back underneath Wendy's hiked up teeshirt and poked it into the now swampy material of the Mormon girl's panties.

"Let's just see," He brooded......

PART 2 to come 



Emancipated Jackals Ch. 02



Listening to the exhaled air whistle out of Wendy's lungs as he tauntingly teased her rear end with his probing fingers, Sheron could only imagine the mess that was going to be left on the carpet from the amount of splooge covering the girl's cheeks as she rested her head on the floor. 

His greasy cock still erect and swinging free from the fly of his pants, Sheron marvaled at the way Wendy lurched and flopped on her belly each time his fingers danced across the crotch of her dampened panties.

Stealing another glance over to the litany of photos dotting Wendy's living room, Sheron casually scanned each one of the faces as he relentlessly pawed at the prone girl's privates.

"You know you could take her virginity if you wanted to....she promised it up for her wedding night..but you could take it right here...right now," Sheron said to himself as he stared at the picture of Wendy's smiling fiance.

"All in due time..all in due time," he whimsically countered as he turned to see Wendy's crotch subtly hump the foor each time he folded his hand down the crack of her well rounded ass.

"Spread your legs a little wider, Slut," Sheron hissed, his eyes glowing when he saw Wendy's lower limbs tremble apart, giving him free access to her fuming quim.

After spending the better part of the past eight months coming to the conclusion that the white Mormon girls he encountered on a daily basis were somehow a different species than the women he had known all his life, to actually feel the lips of Wendy's volcanic vagina spiral out like oily petals against the length of his long black fingers, it gave Sheron pause as it became clear that girls like Wendy had the same needs, longings and weaknesses as any other girl he had ever approached.

Too far gone to worry about being interrupted by either of Wendy's roommates, Sheron clutched his cock tightly as he swung his body off to the side, pulling Wendy's teeshirt all the way up with his free hand to reveal her smooth, silver colored, silk panties.

Caressing the ample roundness of Wendy's behind as he glared down at her pained face, Sheron extended his middle finger as if it was an eagle's talon and effortlessly whipped it under the elastic band of Wendy's underwear, driving it straight for the hairy, molten corridor of the Mormon girl's dripping snatch.

"UH...UH..UHHH...UHHHH," Wendy moaned on cue, her voice rising and trailing off each time Sheron's finger grazed the furry opening of her sex.

Tapping the heavy shaft of his cock against the back of Wendy's head as he continued to fondle her cunt, Sheron slithered the slimy head of his manhood through Wendy's light brown hair until he felt her vaginal muscles begin to close around his fingers.

Watching the way his knuckles moved underneath the material of Wendy's panties, Sheron rolled his index and middle fingers through the murky chasm until he had latched on to the round knob of the girl's painfully erect clitoris.

"UURRGGMMPPHHH," the Mormon girl immediatly spat, her cumstained face springing up from the floor when the black football player touched her in the most forbidden of ways.

"GOD..GOD...GGGODDD...SSHHH....MMMMMMM," Wendy blurted, her raspy voice escaping now like contractions as she neared giving birth to the first orgasm of her life.

His heart pounding watching Wendy's rear end fishtail as the vicegrip of her thighs squeezed at his embedded hand, Sheron could tell from the spastic gasps and hiccups squirting free from Wendy's mouth that she was nearing release.

"The Bitch is about to cum on my hand," Sheron calmly noted, continuing to racchet the pressure on her bulging clit with his fingers.

"UHHH..UUHHHAAHHH," Wendy grunted over and over, fiercly pressing her palms down on the carpet as her entire body thrashed beside Sheron.

"You gonna cum...You gonna cum...Huh?" He asked. "You might think you are... but....not yet!"

With a cat quick jerk, Sheron pulled his hand free from Wendy's cunt, leaving her mewing haplessly on the floor, worked up to just the point of orgasm before having the guilty release denied her.

Roughly wedging his drenched fingers back into Wendy's privates, Sheron re-applied his powerful grip on her pussy, stabbing and jostling at Wendy's humid warmth for several minutes until her shoulders began to tremble, signaling she was once again about to cum.

" 'Bout to let go Wendy...Huh?" He asked, tapping at his bloated cock as he watched Wendy crudely shake her head up and down.

"MMMM...AAAHH...OHH.NOOOO," Wendy cried out when Sheron pulled his hand free from her genitals a second time, once again leaving her on the doorstep of orgasm.

"She's like a freakin' helpless puppet," Sheron internally exclaimed, shifting his gaze back and forth from Wendy cowering on her knees to the vast array of family photos adorning the living room, wondering what each face would think if they saw the precious little girl at that moment.

"I could take her right here...pop her cherry right here on the living room floor," Sheron knew as he allowed his eyes to latch onto the picture of Wendy's unwitting fiance. "Yeah..I could take her virginity right here with him looking on. You know what might be better though...to take her back to her bedroom and do it there..it'd be something to fuck her in her own bed ..to do it in a place that husband-to-be of her's probably hasn't been able to get a sniff of yet."

Looking down at the way cock rose from the unzipped fly of his jeans, like a slab of freshly forged black onyx, Sheron swung his hips forward until the head of his prick smashed into the side of Wendy's stunned face.

"Suck it," Sheron demanded as his cock's glaring single eye stared directly into Wendy's two partially closed brown eyes. Admiring the telltale signs of his previous ejaculation clinging to Wendy's weathered face as she lugged her body up into a kneeling position, he could clearly see the look of "What Now" etched in her expression.

Stunned by what the shy but self-confident Mormon girl had already submitted herself to, Sheron broke into stone faced hysterics as he watched Wendy girlish lips flutter open, his throbbing manhood hanging mere centimeters away.

Angling forward ever so slightly, the mushroom shaped head of Sheron's pride and joy met Wendy's half parted lips, causing each of their heads to swim from the electric collision.

"You're gonna have to get that mouth open more than that," Sheron taunted, before gripping his large hands around Wendy's head to hold it steady.

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Every moral belief and cultural value Wendy Anne Smith had been engrained with during her first 22 years of life flashed before her eyes, in this case in the shape of a 9 inch black penis bobbing luridly in front of her face. Every want, need and desire she had defiantly keep under wraps since that moment 10 years earlier when she first realized she was a sexual being came to a head as the temptation of all she had repressed for so long, finally gave way.

On her hands and knees, with no moral footing to stand on, the virile spongy flesh of Sheron's driving manhood pressed unrelentingly against her lips. Doing the only thing she could, Wendy unhinged her jaws as far as they would go and accepted the young black stud's cock into her mouth.

"UUMMM..YYYEEAAHH," she heard Sheron call out as his rigid phallic pipe slid over the pearly white row of her front teeth before its girth forced her tongue all the way to the back of her throat.

A blue flash of pain exploded inside Wendy's head as she fought the initial choking reflex. Breathing heavily through her flarred nostrils, Wendy went numb under Sheron's powerful grip as he fed her the length of his fleshy wand.

"You're gonna get it all in," Sheron assured her. "Even if you have to swallow half of it down your throat...its all going in your mouth."

Her eyes watering and crossed from having such a penetrating force pressing against her tonsils, Wendy fought to keep her balance as inch after inch of Sheron's meaty sabre disappeared between her lips.

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"God..I could almost cum again," Sheron knew as he glared down at the way his dick looked inside of Wendy's mouth, it's mass bulging her already chubby cheeks out to ungodly proportions. 

The ticklish waves of breath snorting free from Wendy's nasal cavity bathed Sheron's vieny shaft and curly pubes until he felt another pocket of cum begin to boil inside the cauldron of his nutsack.

Looking again over his right shoulder at the light escaping Wendy's bedroom at the end of the hall, Sheron finally decided that was where he was going to take her. Leaning backwards slowly, Sheron slid his dick free from Wendy's aching lips and allowed it to dangle lewdly in front of her awestruck eyes for a moment, before rising to his feet.

His cock still jutting up at a rigid 45 degree angle, Sheron's first inclination was to bend down to help Wendy to her feet as well. Admiring the not so subtle way her gaze seemed to stay locked onto his exposed manhood however, another more poignant idea crept into his libidnal thoughts.

Taking a step to his right, Sheron leaned closer to Wendy's behind, teasing his fingers through her pussy a few more times before working his fingers around the elastic band of her panties and jerking them down to her knees.

Her ass completly revealed, Sheron leaned his head to the right and got his first unhindered look Wendy's juicy pink and flarred open vagina between the chubby cheeks of her lily white ass.

Sliding the fabric of her panties under her bent knees, down her calves and finally off her bare feet, Sheron stood back up and held the removed underwear in his hand as if it was a lewd trophy.

Wendy couldn't bring herself to look up at Sheron as he towered above, the feel of air in the apartment now swirling over her exposed skin, causing a rapid wave of chillbumps to cover her lower torso.

Her eyes at foot level with Sheron, Wendy felt her stomach churn when he turned and his footsteps slowly descended into the shadowy depths of the hallway.

"You coming?" Wendy heard his booming voice ask as her eyes latched on to her stripped silver colored panties balled up in his hand.

As violated as she already felt, Wendy cringed even more when the cocksure athlete disappeared into her room, knowing he was freely walking about, brazenly taking in all the trappings of her private sanctuary.

"I said..are you coming?" Sheron's voice echoed again, just before he returned to the entry of Wendy's bedroom, standing defiantly in the doorway as he stared back at Wendy's still kneeling and now pantyless frame.

His expression brightening as Wendy tried to climb to her feet, Sheron quickly called down the hall for her to stop.

"DON'T STAND UP," he briskly spat. "If you're gonna come down here...you're gonna have to do it on your hands and knees!"

Taunting the red-faced girl with his cock as he stroked its meaty weight between his fingers, Sheron's feet began to tingle when he saw the Mormon girl's shoulders slump in clear dejection, when he demanded she not stand up.

"Yeah Wendy..come here..come on down the hall," Sheron called out, sounding strangly like a man calling a dog to him eventhough he did successfully fight the urge to pat his thigh when he called her.

Rolling the material of Wendy's smooth panties between the fingers of his left hand as she continued to kneel expressionless 20 feet away, Sheron wrapped his right hand all the way around his dick and pumped it lewdly, waiting for Wendy to make the next move.

Sheron's dick jumped wildly in his palm several moments later when Wendy finally caved, her knees swiveling around on the floor until her bowed head was facing the entrance to the hall.

Every hair on his body standing on end as Wendy started towards him, Sheron couldn't help but wonder just how many other girls he encountered on a daily basis might be capable of the exact same thing Wendy was currently doing.

Tapping the glowing warmth of his raging prick against the denim thigh of his jeans, Sheron felt his eyeballs sizzle with excitement as Wendy's crawling advances brought her ever closer.

"HHMM..YEAH..that's it...keep coming Wendy..Yeah...keep coming," Sheron whispered, every nerve ending in his body firing at the same time when he saw the way his initial cumshot continued to cling messily to Wendy's face as the light escaping her bedroom steadily illuminated her approaching body.

"DAAMMNN," Sheron sighed, taking a few more steps back into Wendy's bedroom, forcing the debased girl to crawl another few feet. 

"Just a little more ..come on..... Yeah.....now...stop...right...there," he hissed, standing directly above Wendy now, three steps into her bedroom with his arms folded defiantly above her still bowed head.

Mesmerized by the image of his 10 minute old release dangling, like an icesicle, from Wendy's pudgy chin and cheeks, Sheron slowly started to kick his brown leather boots off as Wendy trembled below.

"Kiss them," Sheron said out of nowhere after taking his socks off. "Bend all the way down Wendy .....and kiss my feet!"

A vague sensation of an outerbody experience swept through Sheron as he looked down at Wendy, tapping his rock hard cock against the top of her head as he waited for her to follow through with his demand.

"Holy Shit," he whispered to himself when Wendy began to lower her face towards his left foot.

"She actually did it..Shit, " Sheron gleamed when he felt Wendy's soft, trembling lips press down on the top of his foot.

Extending his right leg, Sheron's reaction doubled when she hesitantly did the same to his other foot.

"Good girl," Sheron approvingly whistled before bending down slightly and petting Wendy on the head.

"Now stand up...I want to see you naked," Sheron started to say, before putting his hand on Wendy's left shoulder to prevent her from rising to her feet.

"No.....wait a second...I want you to suck my dick a little more," Sheron suddenly decided as he continued to playfully stab at Wendy's cum-crusted cheek with the tip of his bulging black ramrod.

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Even in the familiar surroundings of her bedroom, Wendy felt eerily out of place. In the way one detaches themself when they're in a situation they aren't quite prepared for, Wendy instinctivly tried to imagine she was somewhere else as she knelt there in front of Sheron. Whereever Wendy thought she had gone however, it was still her mouth that opened, allowing the hulking football player to stuff his choking meat down her throat for a second time.

Perched on her knees, the arousal seeping out of her pussy at such a rate that her thighs squished each time they rocked together, Wendy spent the next 10 minutes awkwardly working her jaw muscles back and forth until she had successfully gorged herself on two-thirds of Sheron's raging beast.

Sensing his body begin to stiffen in front of her, Wendy knew he was on the verge of cumming again. Just as she was about to brace herself for the second wave of scalding spray however, Sheron jerked his cock free from her lips and snickered down at her.

"If tonight's the first time you've ever gave head you've got quite a future in front of you Wendy...Now stand up and take your shirt off," Sheron concisly ordered.

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Sheron could smell a combination of trepidation, lust and resignation wafting out from Wendy's pores as she struggled to gain her balance and stand up. When she was fully up to her feet, her eyes just below chest level with Sheron, he guided his right hand out and placed his fingertips under Wendy's chin. Absorbing the visual contrast of his dark fingers rubbing across her pale white skin, Sheron brazenly stared the awestruck girl down until her face once again tilted to the floor.

Taking a step back to get a good view of Wendy peeling her shirt off, Sheron began to undress as well.

"UMMMM...HHUUMMM," he boisteriously exclaimed when Wendy lifted her nightshirt up over her head, revealing one of the most beautiful pairs of ripe and endowed breasts that he had ever seen.

"Goddamn," he thought. "Those things are gonna look awfully good with my dick slicing in between them."

Keeping her head bowed as she dropped her teeshirt limply to the floor, Wendy's cheeks became blood red knowing Sheron was freely surveying her freshly minted nudity.

"OOHHH..OOHHH," her voice suddenly shuddered when she felt him reach out and squeeze each of her breasts in his hand as if he owned them.

Gauging Wendy's reaction at the same time he groped at her breasts, he could clearly see a look of guilt and shame. Thumbing at each of her nipples as he marveled at the weight of her bosom in his palms, Sheron could feel his cock swinging through the air below like a thick black divining rod.

Working Wendy's breasts back and forth, up and down and roughly together, Sheron couldn't contain his raging hunger a second longer. Opening his mouth all the way, Sheron leaned forward and took turns engulfing each of Wendy's huge titties between his lips.

"MMMMMM....OOHHHHHH," Wendy wantonly grimaced, thrusted her hands out against Sheron's waist to keep her balance as he rolled his hands, lips, teeth, tongue and hot breath across her heaving bosom.

After several moments of coating Wendy's titflesh with his warm saliva, Sheron pulled back and surveyed the Mormon girl's shameless nudity from head to toe, anxiously rubbing his energized cock as he committed to memory every nook and cranny of Wendy's unsheathed body.

"Lay down on the bed Wendy..time to get fucked," Sheron demanded.

"....I...can't....I ...can't," Wendy trembled after a long pause, trying her best to ward off the ultimate indignity of giving the virginity she had prized for 22 years to someone other than her future husband.

"So your gonna get me all worked up like this and then ....you're gonna let me down," Sheron bristled.

"I ...can't...I...," Wendy sobbed, looking down at the engagement ring on her left finger as if it were a holy talisman.

"You can't ....huh," Sheron rolled his tongue around his mouth. "OK then...OK...you're a big girl..you can decide who you do and don't fuck...But if you don't want word of what happened here tonight to get around.. let me get a look at that rock on your finger."

"Wha...wha...you can't..you...can't..have..it," Wendy stammered, thinking Sheron was wanting to steal it.

"I don't want it..I just want to see it for a second," Sheron cryptically replied as he took Wendy's left hand into his and extended her fingers out.

Without any other option but to trust Sheron, Wendy bit her tongue and said a private prayer for forgivness as she worked the symbol of her fiance's eternal love over the knuckle of her finger before dropping it into the towering stud's open hand.

Visually distraught about turning over Brad's ring in such a manner, Sheron could clearly sense Wendy's trepidation. Knowing she probably thought he was going to either pawn it or keep it as some sort of sick trophy, Sheron simply continued to smile down at Wendy, allowing her to stew in her own juices of discontent. 

His mind revving at a million miles an hour as he gazed at the naked Mormon girl, having not only stripped her of her clothes and dignity, but also her engagement ring as well, Sheron allowed the tangible weight of the token of her fiance's love to rest in his own palm as he contemplated his next move.

He thought for a moment of calling several of his teammates up and inviting them over, but in the end, Sheron decided to keep the serendipitous morsal of joy all the himself.

Weighing his options as he watched the way Wendy continued to fixate on her discarded ring in his hand, Sheron closed it into his fist causing the young woman's lips to quiver and eyes to bulge slightly when he hid it from her.




Emancipated Jackals Ch. 02



"Lay down on the bed Wendy," he spat to the seemingly paralysed girl in front of him. "I said...LAY DOWN ON THE BED!"

Keeping the engagement ring tightly tucked in his hand, Sheron took a small step back and gazed at Wendy as she crept towards the edge of her bed. 

"Now get up there and lay down on your back," he demanded softly while rolling his own jeans and boxers down.

Laughing to himself as he stepped out of his jeans at the way the naked Mormon girl closed her meaty white thighs together at the same time she tried valiently to conceal her well endowed bosom with her arms as he approached the bed, Sheron crudely jerked at his cock with the same hand he had the ring in, loving the way the cool gold band felt against his rock hard and burning phallus.

"Lay back and spread out," Sheron once again ordered.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with her thighs turned away from Sheron, trying to conceal her nudity as best she could as Sheron's immense shadow steadily eclipsed her into darkness, Wendy swore she could feel the heat radiating from the stud's groin.

"Lay all the way back," Wendy once again heard Sheron's voice rattle inside her head.

Recoiling back over the cushiony warm blanket covering her bed, Wendy kept her knees demurly pressed together as Sheron came to a stop at the edge of the mattress.

"Spread your legs," he forcefully demanded.

Unable to muster the strength of conviction to do it on her own, Wendy turned her head meekly to the side when Sheron reached down and grabbed both her knees with his hands, effortlessly forcing her thighs apart until they looked like snow white butterfly wings on top of the covers.

"So that's what a virgin white girl's pussy looks like," Sheron took a moment to appreciate the beautiful sight between Wendy's naked legs.

"My God...that look's nice," Sheron whispered excitedly, unable to pull his eyes away from the way gravity caused Wendy's heavy breasts to spill backwards against her chin before flopping out to each side of her chest when she finally reclined back.

Working the engagement ring between his index and middle finger, Sheron pressed his hand down on top of Wendy's chubby belly and slowly worked the smooth gold band down the center of her body until he had slowly allowed it to disappear inside the matted mesh of curly brown pubic hair surrounding her pussy.

"OOOAAAHHHH," Wendy groaned out loud, her body tensing as Sheron's fingers pressed against her virgin snatch.

The naked football player's mouth watered as he gleamed down at the way Wendy's foaming pink pussy simmered beneath the massive patch of pubic hair and he couldn't help but wonder how just how tasty it would look completly shaved.

"No time for that right now," Sheron wisely decided eventhough the thought of shaving the Mormon girl's pubes as a trophy was an idea that would stick with him long after that night was over.

Instead, Sheron raised Wendy's engagement ring into the air and held it in place for several seconds, allowing it to sparkle in the dim light. 

"Here we go," Sheron said under his breath before lowering the ring to the blooming entrance of Wendy's moist genitals.

Pressing her vaginal lips apart slightly as he positioned his fingers in place, Sheron slid Wendy's ring through the molten entrance of her slit with the same effect as plow digging through an untouched field.

"UUHHHHH," Wendy gutterally moaned, thrusted her hips and head off the mattress as Brad's token of love and dedication became saturated with her greasy arousal.

The ring becoming increasingly slick between his fingers, Sheron fought to keep his grip on it as he grazed it up and down the length of Wendy's slowly opening cunt.

Continually attempting to pat at her steaming crotch as if she was trying to stamp out a fire, Sheron felt his cock turn to steel watching the way Wendy's body vibrated on the bed.

The ring completly drenched now with Wendy's vaginal secretions, Sheron thought for a moment of putting it back on Wendy's finger and allowing her libidnal juices to soak her hand.

"No...not quite yet," another voice inside his head spoke up. 

Looking up at the way the naked girl's nipples seemed to grow in front of his eyes, another more twisted idea sparkled to life.

"Time to get tittyfucked," Sheron groaned as he climbed up onto the bed beside Wendy, clutching his dick tightly in his hand as he swung his left leg into the air, straddling Wendy's midrift until his heavy sagging balls came to rest on top of her quivering belly.

Holding the ring directly above Wendy's ghostly face, Sheron lowered it down to her chest and smeared the copious amouts of lust that caked it across her entire bosom before depositing the round band directly down on top of her dark pink and aroused nipple.

"UUHH..UUHH..OOHHH," Wendy's voice cracked, her body going weightless as she glared down at the way Brad's now sloppy ring fit perfectly around her left nipple.

So engrossed by the debauchery of that frozen image, Wendy wasn't in the least prepared when Sheron grabbed both of her titties in his hands and squeezed them together, sandwiching his superheated black spear between her cushiony white orbs.

"GGAAWWDD...DDAAMMNNN," Sheron's booming voice filled Wendy's bedroom, his grunts of breath intermingled with the increasing squeek of the bedsprings below.

Slicing his cock between Wendy's titties like an over inflated torpedo, Sheron could feel his sweaty balls rubbing across Wendy's belly until traces of his shiny precum dotted the tip of his penis.

"URRGGAAHHHH," he growled, working his 9 inch endowment back and forth until the fistlike head of his penile battering ram smacked into Wendy's neck and chin each time he plowed forward.

His knees pressed down bracketing Wendy's shoulders, Sheron thoroughly enjoyed the way she squirmed below.

"Those titties feel soooo fucking good," Sheron spat down to Wendy. " I bet you've never even let your fiance get anywhere near these have you....Yeah...I bet he stays up at night dreaming about finally getting the chance to get close to these tits.....bet the sonofabitch would freak if he found out how you used them on me."

It was almost as if there had been some sort of tangible split in Wendy's physiology. At the same time she cowering and whimpered with dread from the neck up over what Sheron had unleashed upon her, the way her titties jiggled against his thighs and pussy bubbled like a witch's cauldron behind him, it was clear a massive storm of confusion raged inside of her heart.

Using the fingers of his right hand to spin Wendy's engagement ring like a dial around her nipple, Sheron reached behind his back with his left hand and started playing with the grinding girl's pussy once more, the whole time keeping his cock relentlessly burrowed inside her smooth, creamy cleavage.

"Wanna cum," Sheron laughed down to Wendy, knowing he had her on a string as she twisted her head back and forth between his knees. "Damn that's a hot pussy you got Bitch...feels like I got lava all over my fingers...you might be a virgin...but I bet my big....black...dick would slide right in and change that!"

So ashamed by how her body had betrayed her, Wendy slammed her eyelids shut eventhough she couldn't help humping her cunt up against Sheron's twizzling fingers.

"UURRGGHH," Wendy moaned out loud, praying she wouldn't give in to her base and sick carnal desires and allow Sheron to fuck her.

"Got to find a way to put a stop to this," Wendy desperatly thought, knowing if she didn't find a way to quench his rabid lust soon, Sheron would take her most sacred of possessions, her virginity.

Brazenly arching her neck up from the bed, Wendy opened her mouth as wide as she could and clamped her lips around the top of Sheron's pistoning girth.

"UHHHH," She heard him spit out, still feeling the warmth of his bulging penis between her breasts at the same time she sucked the upper half of Sheron's raging beast down her throat.

As badly as Sheron wanted to fuck Wendy right there on her own bed and send what virile seed he had remaining in his balls deep into her untapped womb, the overwhelming combination of masturbating his cock with her heavy tits at the same time she had forcefully chomped down on the head of his dick with her mouth, Sheron couldn't help but thrust his head back as his second orgasm of the night tripped. Bucking on top of Wendy as if he had become a runaway stallion, Sheron sent the leftover batter in his testicles deep down the Mormon girl's churning gullet.

"Suck it all down...yeahhhh..suck it all down," he sighed down to Wendy, sweat now covering his naked frame as he kept three quarters of his dick buried inside her mouth until he was done.

After several moments of catching his breath on top of Wendy's heaving torso, Sheron pulled his manhood free from her mouth and eased down to the left side of the bed, leaving the 22 year old virgin naked and spent beside him.

The shiny band of Wendy's engagement ring caught Sheron's eye as he lugged his body off the mattress to find his clothes. Without giving a moments thought as to what he was going to do with it, Sheron reached down to Wendy's chest and removed the ring from her fat nipple.

"You can come by my place tomorrow and pick it up," Sheron softly hissed to Wendy as she silently laid there, too stunned to make a move as Sheron dropped Brad's ring into his coat pocket, put on his clothes and disappeared out the door.......

Part 3 to come....... 



Emancipated Jackals Ch. 03



The 'next day' that Sheron told Wendy she could come by his place and retrieve her engagement ring turned into three harrowingly long days and nights. The feeling of emptiness and loss seemed to grow with each passing moment within Wendy's mind and she felt as if she had been kicked in the stomach each time she looked down at her naked ring finger and noticed the unmistakable tanline that signaled its absense.

As much as she dreaded the mere thought of going to Sheron's apartment and having to look him in the eyes while asking for her rightful property back, the overwhelming stress that came with having to avoid her fiancé, Brad, just so she wouldn't have to lie to him about where his ring went, was becoming too much to bare.

"I've got to put this to a stop..one way or the other..I've got to end this," Wendy finally decided. "It was my weakness of the flesh..my immorality and sin...I've got to be the one to stand up and face the consequences ..I've got to be the one to deal with it."

Deciding it might be prudent to have someone along for the ride over to Sheron's, to act as a buffer and perhaps a witness, Wendy convinced her friend Tina to accompany her under the guise that she was going over to help Sheron with a few tutorial concerns before one of his Finals.

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"So...again...why are we going over to that football player's apartment, Wendy?" Tina casually asked from the passenger seat as Wendy weaved through the crosstown traffic.

"Ah...Ah...just like I said on the phone..its just a quick tutoring session for Sheron before his last Final tomorrow...I just thought you might like to tag along," Wendy replied, keeping her left hand concealed between her body and the driver's side door so Tina wouldn't have any chance of noticing the missing diamond ring. 

"So how did the study session go the other night after I left...you never told me," Tina wondered.

The question hit Wendy like a bullet, causing her to tighten her grip on the steering wheel.

"Fine...Fine..it went fine," she lied.

Having made a quick call to Sheron before she picked Tina up just to make sure he was home, deep down Wendy knew the whole situation had a chance of blowing up in her face.

On the other hand, confrontation seemed like her only option. There hadn't been a minute since the incident with Sheron that Wendy didn't flog herself for allowing what happened to happen and bringing Tina along for moral support and perhaps enough of a distraction to keep Sheron from trying anything else was the only idea Wendy could come up with to retrieve her engagement ring and return her life to some sense of normalcy.

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Eventhough she had thought Wendy was acting a little strange the whole trip across town, Tina had chalked it up to the stress they all were feeling being smackdab in the middle of Final's week, not to mention the added stress that Wendy must be feeling knowing she was going to be married in less than 3 months.

It wasn't until Wendy pulled her car up to the front of Sheron's apartment building and sat there looking through the windshield at the football player's front door as if death was waiting on the other side, that Tina got the feeling something deeper was at work.

"...Wendy...are you OK?" Tina asked her friend.

"AH....Yeah...Yeah ...I'm fine," Wendy stammered back. "Just sleepy....tired I guess....got a lot on my mind."

Four days without Brad's engagement ring, the feeling of emptiness and nakedness on her finger had gradually poisoned her entire soul.

"Let's get this over with," Wendy finally grumbled as she fumbled for the door latch. "Let's just get this over with."

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Relative neat freaks, Wendy and Tina felt their skin crawl when Sheron let them into his apartment from the dizzying array of empty pizza boxes, discarded clothing, football equipment, magazines, video games and CD's that littered the floor.

"Sorry about the mess," Sheron casually offered, his shirtless presense causing both the girls to stare down from embarrassment.

"I thought she said Sheron was expecting us for a study session...why does he looked so surprised we're both here...I don't see a textbook anywhere," Tina found herself wondering as she searched out a clear place on the carpet to stand. 

Several moments after entering the apartment, the two girls were startled even further when Sheron's roommate and teammate, Calvin, entered the living room from the kitchen with an opened bottle of beer in his hand.

"OH...Sorry," he exclaimed. "I didn't know we had company Sheron...what are they doing here?"

>From the moment Calvin walked in the room, and acted as confused as Tina felt about what was going on, she could sense a definate vibe that there something she couldn't fathom unfolding inside of Sheron's claustraphobic apartment.

The two unwitting participants in the room could feel a definate tension between Wendy and Sheron as they heat radiating off Wendy's body caused both Tina and Calvin to squirm.

"UHHH...Sheron..UHH..could I maybe see you...in the other room...just for a second?" Wendy babbled, feeling an inch tall under the weight of Sheron's icy stare.

"What about?" Sheron asked, knowing the answer but enjoying the way the aimless girl waffled in place, helpless to think of a next move.

Tilting his gaze to his left when Wendy again bowed her head, Sheron noticed his camera sitting on a bookshelf several feel away. Reaching over to pick it up, Sheron smiled slyly and asked Tina and Wendy to stand next to each other.

"Let me get a quick picture of you two...something I can show my Mom to let her know about a couple of the tutors that helped me pass Finals this semester," Sheron implored.

Slowly easing towards her paralysed friend, Tina still didn't have a clue what was fueling the friction between Wendy and Sheron.

"Come on..just a little bit closer...Yeah..O.K.," Sheron sighed before pressing the button, snapping off two quick pictures of the girls before placing the camera back down.

"Sheron..please..could I talk to you...alone?" Wendy once again grumbled, trying desperatly to hold back the reservoir of tears burning her eyes.

"You want to see me..alone?" Sheron quizzed, his feet tingling from the unquestioned power he felt in the situation.

"We don't have to go into the other room...I know what you want Wendy..the only reason you came all the way over here was to get...this," Sheron calmly continued after a brief pause before reaching into the pocket of his warmup pants and pulling out the Mormon girl's engagement ring, for all to see.

Silence engulfed the room as Sheron intently glared across the room at Wendy.

"You haven't even told your friend Tina about our little tryst the other night...have you?" Sheron queeried, continuing to tease Wendy with the trophy of her ring. "And here I am thinking you girls always talked about this kind of stuff."

Stealing a quick glance over to Tina to guage her reaction to the surreal scene unfolding in front of her, Sheron felt goosebumps ripple across his back from the way Tina's mouth opened in muted shock.

Tingling inside from the mixture of dread and awe spreading across Wendy's friend's face, Sheron narrowed his gaze and turned to face Tina.

"AH..don't worry Tina..your friend Wendy.....she didn't go ALL the way the other night," Sheron taunted. "Nope....She didn't give up that guilded virginity of hers...But she did do just about everything else though...Hell..she was so out of it by the time we were done she didn't have the least care in the world that I barrowed this pretty little ring of hers for a few days."

"OH DEAR GOD," Tina's inner voice crackled, the reality of what had happened between Wendy and Sheron, after she left the study session the other night, now sinking into her thoughts like bitter acid.

Feeling a tangible hurt in the pit of her stomach as she tried to look at her friend, Tina instantly knew how such a situation could ruin the rest of Wendy's life.

"I knew I should have stayed with her..It had to be...to be..to be..rape..he had to force her to do it...he..he," Tina battered herself, trying to make some rational sense of Wendy's harrowing dilemma.

"I'm..so...sorry," Tina tried to console her friend before Sheron once again interrupted.

"Pretty big mess she's gotten herself into..huh?" Sheron mused, his eyes still locked on Tina's stunned face.

"So Tina...tell me...I don't see any wedding ring on your finger...are you still a virgin?" Sheron crassly asked. "You don't even have to answer that..every single girl in this state that aint married is still one!"

"But you know what?" Sheron continued. "I can see it in your eyes..you know what kind of ridicule Wendy's up for if any of this ever got out...it could ruin her life and all because of this pretty little ring in my hand. You know..if she gets it back and can put it on that naked finger of hers again..she might be able to lie to herself..tell herself nothing ever happened...it isn't like anybody else would ever know anything about it. So tell me Tina ...are you even seeing anybody right now?"

Sheron coyly smiled and waited for a moment before continuing.

"I didn't think so....So I guess this is what I'm asking you Tina...how badly do you value your friendship with Wendy..just how far would you go to make sure her life isn't ruined....would you give up your cherry just so your friend's life doesn't come crashing down around her?"

Tina felt a drilling, bone deep numbness as Sheron's demented offer registered. The vows of loyalty and sacrafice one makes when the bonds of friendship are forged were now suddenly being put to the harshest and most vile of tests inside her soul.

Casting a weary gaze over to Wendy as Sheron's words sunk in, Tina felt her knees turn to gelatin when she saw the pain and helplessness in her friend's face.

Watching the two girl's stare at each other, Sheron was unsure how they'd each respond. On the surface, he thought it would be the height of selflessness if Tina would take him up on the offer and make the ultimate of sacrafices to keep her friend's life from being ruined. On the other hand, it would be perhaps the most selfish thing he had ever witnessed if Wendy didn't stop Tina from going through with Sheron's offer. After all, she was the one that had put herself in that spot and to make her friend give up the one thing that once it was gone could never be retrieved, was unthinkable. 

After several moments of watching the two girl's silent interplay, Sheron became impatient. 

"Tell you what Tina..I can see your virginity still means a lot to you...But..if you want your friend to get her ring back..you're gonna have to do exactly what I tell you."

"....What...what do I have to do?" Tina's voice trailed away into near silence.

Sheron pondered a moment before replying matter of factly.

"You remember my friend Calvin from the other night..helping him study for his Finals..why don't you give him a blow job."

"Go over there and take a seat Calvin and pull your cock out..let this pretty little Mormon girl give you some head...we'll see if she is as quick a learner as her friend Wendy was."

Still confused and befuddled, Calvin felt as if he was walking on air as he stepped towards one of the living room's recliners to take a seat. Sensing the air rush out of the two girls' lungs as they stared blankly at him, Calvin shot a quick glance to Sheron to make sure he wasn't dreaming it all.

"Go ahead and unzip your pants Calvin," Sheron prodded. "Take your dick out and let Tina get a nice big reward for helping you study the other night."

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Everything Wendy had been raised to believe as far as taking responsibility for her own actions and never putting other poeple, especially her friends, in harm's way bubbled painfully under the surface of her skin as she desperatly coaxed the inner strength to make a stand.

"I can't let her do this..I can't..I'm the one that caused all this..its my fault...my fault..I..I..," She internally stammered.

Still, Wendy couldn't bring herself to move her feet or look her aimless friend in the eyes. The sound of Calvin tugging his zipper down echoed inside her head, causing a cruel flashback to several days earlier when the identical sound of Sheron unzipping his pants in her bedroom played over and over in the deepest recesses of her mind.

Without the courage to even look up now, Wendy knew from the sighs of primal calling brimming between the two men that Calvin's penis was now exposed, rising like a rigid black spear from his fly as Tina was left alone, forced to contemplate her fate.

".....NO.....," Wendy tried to say but couldn't.

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Tina gulped and felt her life pass before her eyes when she caught her first glimpse of Calvin facing her in the chair, and the rock hard and scary looking mass of penile flesh that bulged angily up from his crotch. Quickly turning her head to Wendy for any hint of support, Tina's heart sunk seeing her normally composed and articulate friend completly helpless.

"Turn around Tina...and get on your knees," Sheron calmly ordered. "Go over there ... bend down.....take Calvin's dick in your hand and give him a blowjob."

Her insides fizzing, Tina bit her lip and looked back to Calvin once again, swearing she could hear the sound of his hand rubbing up and down on the stretched and heated skin of his twitching black cock.

Holding Wendy's engagement ring in his hand like a prize waiting to be won, Sheron took a step closer to Tina, extending his hand out towards Calvin, in essense letting Wendy's friend know her options had all but evaporated.

Clutching her left hand tightly against her neck, Tina turned her whole body around to face Calvin in the chair, sensing she had no choice but to bite the bullet, for Wendy's sake and for her own as well.

Moving as if in slow motion, Tina hesitantly put one foot in front of the other until her frame was bracketed between Calvin's parted legs.

"Get on your knees," Calvin nodded, anxiously rolling his fingertips around the ridged head of his thobbing penis.

Reaching out with his free hand when Tina was close enough to touch, Calvin forcefully grabbed the dazed girl by the wrist, digging his fingers into the pale flesh of her arm before pulling her hand closer to his groin.

"UHH..UHH..YYEEAAHHH," Calvin beamed, caressing his large grip around Tina's hand, forcing her to jointly jack off his cock.

Loving the way Tina's face cringed with each passing downward stroke of her masturbating hand, Calvin couldn't help but notice the two pert nipples poking out the front of her sweater.

His shoes tapping the floor from the enticing sensation of his and Tina's mutual masturbation, Calvin patted each of his knees against the kneeling girl's shoulders, holding her in place as his cock pulsed mightily in her hand.

"Now do what I told you, Tina," Sheron hissed across the room. "Put Calvin's cock in your mouth."

Looking to his right briefly to measure Wendy's reaction to her best friend swaying on her knees in front of Calvin, Sheron felt a surge of carnal electricity ripple through his flesh watching the way Wendy trembled in place a few feet away.

"Sins of the flesh Wendy.....look what they lead to," Sheron prophetically whispered into Wendy's ear as he brushed past her on his way to join Calvin on the other side of the room.

"Look at that dick go in and out of her mouth...YEAH," Sheron marvaled, admiring the way the ultra shy girl tentativly bobbed her face up and down on top of Calvin's erect beast.

"Dick feel good in her mouth, Calvin?" Sheron smiled as he walked up beside his friend.

"UH..HUH," Calvin groaned in reply.

"Good..let her get it nice and sloopy and then get her on her back and fuck her," Sheron offered.

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Left alone in the center of the room when Sheron joined Tina and Calvin by the chair, Wendy felt her body start to shiver when the two black football players nearly engulfed Tina's kneeling frame. Several moments later, Wendy felt her heart stop when Sheron reached around Tina's back and worked his fingers into the snap of her jeans at the same time Calvin leaned forward and grabbed the bottom of Tina's sweater before lifting it up her torso.

In a flash, Wendy's best friend was on the floor, clothed in nothing but a beige bra and matching panties. Tears burning her eyes from the incomprehensible image, Wendy tried to run, to the door, to the phone, to anywhere, but her feet seemed to be stuck in concrete.

"They told her all she had to do..was...give....Calvin...a....a....blow....job...and they'd give me my ring back," Wendy's inner voice babbled, still grasping for some sense of fairness and equity in the out of control situation.

"Go ahead Calvin..get those pants down and fuck the Bitch," Sheron crudely implored.

Her mouth still wrapped around the athlete's vieny girth, Tina nearly choked when Calvin leaned forward and began pushing down on her shoulders. 

"HHMMM," Sheron thought to himself as he squeezed the growing ridge inside his pants. "Wendy has nicer tits but they'll do..and that angelic face and narrow waist...uummhumm..and she's gonna give up that cherry right here on the floor."

"Con...condoms..please..condoms," the last vestiges of Tina's inner strength begged once Calvin's prick slipped free from her lips.

"Condoms...HA..she wants condoms Calvin," Sheron laughed.

"We don't need no stinking condoms," Calvin cracked.

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Six feet behind the spot on the floor where Tina was flat on her back, Wendy could do nothing but be a voyeur as Calvin eased out of his chair and took his place between Tina's legs.

"NO..NO..NOOO," Wendy internally cried, desperate to scream out loud but her tongue had the weight of an anchor.

The next few moments played out with brutal ferocity. Having discussed on many occassions with Tina how each thought their wedding nights would be and how special they thought it to give the men they would raise a family with the ultimate prize of their virginity, to watch Tina forced to lay on her back with her legs stretched wide in the air as one of the school's football players rested on top of her, pounding his mammouth genitalia in and out of her vagina until it looked as if Tina's head would thrash right off her shoulders, made Wendy want to explode with anger, bitterness and frustration.

"That should be me down there on the floor," Wendy knew, still helpless to move however as Calvin repeatedly slammed his 200 pound frame into Tina's tender crotch.

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After spending months upon months lusting after the Mormon girls he met on a daily basis around campus, getting blue balls knowing he'd never have a legitamate shot at any of them, Calvin had long resigned himself to waiting until he returned home that Summer to finally work off all the steam that had building up inside of him since school started.

To actually have one of those girls on the floor, flat on her back in front of him as he pressed his weight down on top of her, it was all Calvin could do not to explode right then and there before he had even worked his cock into her trembling snatch.

Still a little unsure what had happened between Sheron and Wendy to precipitate his encounter with Tina, Calvin pushed all of that to the back of his mind as he forced the mewing girl's legs apart and prepared to enter her.

Not even taking the time to remove Tina's panties, Calvin eagerly groped his hands against Tina's heated crotch before digging his fingers into the material covering her pussy.

"UHHHAAAHHH," Tina shrieked the instant she realized Calvin had savagly ripped the front of her panties apart, leaving the material in a tattered and torn mess as he gained access to her vagina.




Emancipated Jackals Ch. 03



After spending all her teenage years dreaming about how special her wedding night, and losing her virginity, would be, to find herself flat on her back in a relative stranger's apartment, with her legs spread wide and her panties ripped to shreads as one of the school's black football players prepared to mount her, it was all Tina could do not cry to Heaven.

Having never had anything larger than a tampon inside her virgin cunt, it felt as if Calvin was attempting to ram his entire arm inside her most private of parts when he snuck the head of his penis between her glowing pink outer folds.

"UUHH..UUHHH," Tina moaned over and over until Calvin's entire weight crashed down against her chest.

Her eyes closed, Tina felt Calvin's mouth slid over her chest, taking time to sample each of her firm titties before biting down on several spots of her neck.

Thrashing her hips like a fish swimming upstream as Calvin pierced her chokingly tight canal, Tina felt her will to fight seeping away as the burning power of Calvin's penetration quickly overtook her.

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Any attempt at intimacy or tenderness on Calvin's part was completly nonexistant. After spending over a half a year without any kind of intimate contact with a woman, not to mention having all the great feminine scenery surrounding him on a daily basis to add to his frustration, once he was finally able to get his cock inside of Tina's silky and ultra snug snatch, Calvin was powerless to do anything but roughly fuck her until he had selfishly sent every drop of his churning and sticky sperm deep into the virgin girl's aching womb.

Relentlessly grinding his pelvis down on top of Tina's dripping crotch, Calvin fucked her for a good five minutes until he felt the dam inside his balls give way. A searing groan of ecstacy ripped free from Calvin's lungs as jet after pressurized jet of his molten cum drowned Tina's overmatched cunt.

"GODDAMMNN..YEAH..FUCK THE BITCH!!" Sheron urged on from above, giving his own crotch a hearty squeeze as Calvin flooded Tina's pussy with his frothy seed.

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Feeling his balls quiver when the sperm level inside them reached empty, Calvin steadied his knees on the floor before slowly pulling back.

"OOHHHH....MMM..MMMMM," his voice crackled with every inch his cock slipped free from Tina's soiled depths.

Grabbing his spent manhood by its still erect base just before it popped all the way out of Tina's cunt, Calvin held it in place for several moments, enjoying the way the Mormon girl's hips jittered and humped each time he teasingly rolled the head of his prick against her exposed clitoris.

"GGAAHHHHH...GGGAAWWDDDD," Tina shuddered when Calvin finally pulled his gooey black pipe all the way out.

"Good God.....Holy Shit...Would you just look at that," Calvin wonderously admired as his deposited cum bubbled and oozed free from Tina's tight snatch when the cork of his cock was completly removed.

Rising up to clear his head and rest his bones in the chair, Calvin settled into the seat and joined Sheron beside him in looking down admiringly at the sight of Tina's well fucked genitals shining in the light.

"Let's get her up," Sheron whispered to his friend before bending down and scooping Tina's still quivering flesh into his arms.

"There you go," Sheron grunted before dropping Tina's spasming weight on top of Calvin's lap, the remnants of her ripped panties still clinging to her crotch and thighs with the sticky residue of their lewd fuck.

"Come on over here Wendy," Sheron invited the paralysed girl in the center of the room to join them. "I think Tina here just earned your ring back!"

Showing Wendy the ring in his opened palm, Sheron held it there as a carrot while Wendy's feet crept closer.

Calvin's exhausted eyes widened as he peered over Tina's bare shoulder, holding the trembling girl's nearly naked body in his arms, watching as Wendy eased close enough that he could smell the dread roasting from her pores.

"Look at what Calvin did to that pussy, Wendy....that's what losing your virginity looks like," Sheron crassly noted. "Yeah Wendy...that should have been your cunt..but no....you're selfish...you made the mistake..and look what Tina had to do to cover it up."

"Tell you what though...come a little closer," Sheron continued. "Why don't you reach out and touch it ....feel what a womb full of hot cum feels like..give me your hand Wendy."

Snatching Wendy's left wrist, Sheron tugged the transfixed girl's arm directly towards Tina's steaming snatch as she sat like a spent child on Calvin's lap.

"OH..MY.. GOD," Wendy's stomach churned, turning her head to the side when her fingers met the still warm and oozing deluge covering the entrance of Tina's quim.

"UMM...PPHHAAA," Tina gasped simultaniously, her half slitted eyes not believing Wendy was standing there with her hand pressed against her violated pussy. 

"UUMM...HHUUMMM," Sheron grinned. "How does all that cum feel on your fingers Wendy?"

Keeping Wendy's hand buried in the V of Tina's crotch for nearly a minute, Sheron finally relented his grip and allowed the sickened girl to pull her now sticky hand away.

"You got a pretty good idea of what I would have done to that pussy of yours the other night now don't you Wendy?" Sheron said. "But its still safe inside those pants of yours....Why don't you pull them down and show Calvin..I bet he'd like to see that sweet and untainted cunt of yours..wouldn't ya Calvin?"

Holding the engagement ring just out of Wendy's reach, Sheron smiled when Calvin nodded his head up and down.

A dumbfounded look spread across Wendy's already grief stricken face as she stared at her sexually spent friend draped across Calvin's body.

"I said roll down your pants Wendy and show Calvin and Tina that nice hairy pussy," Sheron once again demanded before quickly darting behind Wendy's back to retrieve his camera from the shelf.

"DO IT," Sheron huskily bellowed again, leaving Wendy with virtually no choice but to play out the decrepite game of chicken she had found herself in.

"Oh..My...God," Calvin beamed, continuing to bite and kiss playfully at Tina's neck as he watched Wendy unbutton her pants.

"All the way down to your knees Wendy," Sheron hissed, enjoying the look of awe in Calvin's eyes when he got his first glimpse at Wendy's densly tangled pubic forest.

"There you go," Sheron grinned approvingly, making sure to stay just out of Wendy's peripheral vision.

Taking the engagement ring between the index and middle fingers of his left hand, Sheron crept up directly behind Wendy's trembling back, his cock turning to stone in his pants as he peered over her shoulders at the way she tentativly tugged her jeans and underwear down over her thighs.

"How does all that cum feel on your fingers Wendy...huh?" Sheron whispered into her ear, feeling Wendy's weight tremble against his chest with each passing breath. 

"Let's paint a little of Calvin's seed around that cunt," Sheron prodded, using his left hand like a grasping hook to force Wendy's greasy, cumstained fingers against the embarrassingly puckered opening of her vagina.

"UUHHH..UUHHH..GGRRRHHH....AAHHH," Wendy shuddered, on the verge of passing out as Sheron used his hand to force her own fingers deep into her pussy.

"Hold those fingers in place Wendy, "he demanded. "Keep that cunt spread wide!"

Arching and angling his fingers into just the right spot, Sheron was finally able to return Wendy's engagement to her, allowing it to rest perilously between the quivering lips of her steaming vagina.

"There you go," Sheron curtly offered before removing his hand from Wendy's privates and allowing her to stew in the center of the room, her pants down to her knees and Brad's ring dangling noticably inside her blooming pink fissure.

Her mind had become so detached from the sins she was forced to endure, Wendy didn't have the slightest clue what the clicking sounds were in the furthest reaches of her consciousness as she stood there in front of Calvin and Tina's wide-eyed stares.

As Sheron gently laid his camera back down on the living room table behind Wendy's turned back however, he knew exactly what those clicking sounds could mean down the road.........

PART 4 coming soon 



Emancipated Jackals Ch. 04



A week after his and Calvin's encounter with the two Mormon girls, Sheron still couldn't get the memories of the afternoon out of his head. He had thought that after giving Wendy her engagement ring back and seen the way she stood helpless as Tina gave up her virginity to Calvin, that he could move on, safe in the knowledge that behind the conservative exterior of every woman he encountered, they might be capable of the same weaknesses of the flesh that Wendy and Tina had succumb to.

Stuck in Utah for the first two months of Summer to attend classes, Sheron knew he would have an abundance of free time to allow the events of the past few weeks to sink in.

Guilt gnawed at him on two fronts however. On one end, Sheron felt an intangible level of shame at the way the situation with Wendy had unfolded. Raised in a Christian home by a Mother whom he looked up to as a saint, Sheron knew people close to him would shudder if they found out how he treated the two unsuspecting girls. On the other hand, Sheron felt an immense amout of regret in other areas of his body when he thought back to the way he and Calvin had used the girls, kicking himself over and over for not taking greater liberties with both while he had the chance.

"You could have made them do anything you wanted," he often found himself thinking during times of heightened arousal.

And in moments such as those, Sheron found himself taking refuge in the series of photos he had developed three days earlier that had been taken while Wendy was hypnotically locked on to the sight of her naked and well fucked friend on Calvin's lap, her pants down around her knees, totally oblivious to the fact Sheron had snapped off nearly a half a roll of film.

"As much as having that ring for a few days meant something...I bet these pictures could be worth a lot more," Sheron pondered, the skeleton of a new idea gradually taking shape in his mind.

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"This is plain stupid," Sheron found himself thinking as he sat behind the wheel of his parked car, a block away from Wendy's apartment, watching the front door as her Mother and Father helped her carry item after item to the moving van sitting in the driveway.

The pictures he had taken of Wendy and Tina resting in a small pile on the dashboard in front of him, Sheron patted himself on the back for remembering the details of the conversation he had shared with Wendy, the first night he went to her place to study, about her plans to move back home with her parents the week after exams to prepare for her impending wedding.

"Damn....Wendy looks just like a younger version of her Mom," Sheron thoughtfully noted, his cock stiring like an awakened snake in his pants as he shifted his weight in the seat.

"You came this far....you might as well drive up and say 'Hi', " a voice inside Sheron's head urged, the bulge in his pants growing now to the point where it was straining against the bottom edge of the steering wheel.

Stuffing the pack of incriminating pictures into the breast pocket of his shirt, Sheron drifted down the block before parking by the curb in front of Wendy's soon to be vacant apartment.

Pulling up in front of the same residence he had his first encounter with Wendy nearly two weeks earlier, Sheron took a couple of deep breaths to compose himself before turning off the ignition and getting out.

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Wendy's parents were thrilled to meet him. Eventhough they both felt a level of apprehention we they saw a young black stranger pacing up the sidewalk towards them, once Sheron introduced himself and explained how Wendy had helped him with his exams, Bob and Gloria Smith were beaming with pride over their Daughter's efforts.

Still in the house packing up some of her personal belongings, it wasn't until her Father called to her through the front door, for her to come out for a second, that Wendy realized Sheron was there to visit.

Nearly dropping the taped up box in her hands when she saw the fixation of her recent nightmares standing with a coy smile in the yard, Wendy felt her insides liquofy when Sheron started walking towards her.

"Let me get that," Sheron politly sighed, taking the heavy box from Wendy's trembling hands, at the same time noticing she had returned her engagement ring to its proper place on her finger.

"I wonder how many times she's washed the thing since I gave it back?" Sheron whimsically thought to himself as he carried the box over to the waiting U-Haul.

Turning back towards the Smith clan after placing the box in the back of the van, Sheron smiled and reached for his shirt pocket.

"Hey Wendy..I got those pictures developed we took over at my place the other day ..you remember..when you and Tina came over to help Calvin and me study....I got double prints..thought you and Tina might like a keepsake," Sheron playfully offered before reaching into the pocket and pulling out the first picture in the deck.

Dread spread across Wendy's already burdened face and her blood ran cold as Sheron handed her the glossy photo.

"Let us see," Gloria Smith curiously admonished as she took a few steps towards her Daughter.

"Its just a picture of Wendy and Tina together..I had a few pictures left in the roll..thought they might like having one with each other in it for a scrapbook or something..I'm gonna keep the other to show my Mom and Grandma so they can see the two girls that helped me pass my classes this semester," Sheron beamed with feigned honesty, bringing a joyful expression of pride to both Wendy's parents' faces.

"Well isn't that sweet..thank you...," Gloria offered, not remembering the kind young man's name.

"....Sheron,' He softly interjected.

"Thank you, Sheron" both Smiths agreed in unison.

"Do you'll need anymore help with the heavy lifting?" Sheron quickly asked.

"Well..as a matter of fact...actually..Yes," Bob Smith face lit up. "It'll give Wendy and her Mom and chance to get the rest of the lighter stuff together....Thanks Sheron."

With that, Sheron and Bob and Gloria disappeared inside the apartment leaving Wendy to stew uneasily on the lawn.

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Casually noting the way Wendy avoided him the whole time he was there helping to pack, Sheron kept a polite and sheepish smile etched across his face as he loaded box after box into the van.

Waiting for just the right moment to put his hastily constructed plan into action, when Sheron heard Wendy and her Father retreat down the hall, to take apart the same bed he had defiled Wendy on weeks earlier, Sheron drifted towards the kitchen where Gloria Smith was busy packing dishes.

"Hi," Sheron quietly caught Gloria's attention from behind. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Ah....Sure, " Gloria replied, wiping her hands with a rag as she turned to face the handsome young black man that had been such a help.

Sensitive to such things, Sheron could immediatly detect a slight amount of awkwardness in Gloria's body language.

"I can definatly see where Wendy gets her good looks," Sheron kindly noted, bringing a shy and uneasy smile to Gloria's face.

"Well....thank...thank you," she appreciativly answered.

"Like I said earlier..I just wanted to thank you and your Husband again for all Wendy did for me...she made Finals week a lot easier," Sheron smiled, extending his hand forward which Gloria politely shook.

Nodding his gratitude one last time, Sheron feigned putting an end to the conversation before turning back towards Gloria once more. Taking a brief pause, knowing the next few words out of his mouth would likely change many their two lives forever, Sheron sighed and finally spoke up.

"One more thing Mrs. Smith," he started.

"Yes," she replied.

"I want to fuck you," Sheron soberly offered, his insides fizzing with adrenaline watching the way Gloria's face went white as snow.

An unsettling series of burps, stammers and gasps belched free from Gloria's throat as Sheron's crude but simplistic statement melted into her eardrums.

"You can say 'No' if you want," Sheron added politely. " I just thought that you might like to..that's all."

"I.....I'm....I'm....I'm...," Gloria croaked over and over, patting her chest the whole time, clearly knocked off balance by Sheron's blunt offer.

Allowing Gloria to stew in uncertainty for nearly 15 seconds, Sheron calmly pulled out the packet of pictures in his shirt pocket and prepared to open them. Knowing he was at his most vulnerable of having Gloria call to the other side of the house to her Husband and Daughter for help in those precious moments before showing her the snapshots he had taken, like a magician performing a trick, Sheron briskly peeled the pictures apart and displayed them for Gloria to see.

"Wha...Wha...What..are..they?" Gloria babbled, her throat bone dry from the surreal turn of events.

"Pictures of Wendy and her friend Tina over at my place last week..they were taken a little later that day after the one I gave her out in the yard before we came inside," Sheron matter of factly replied." I took the one I gave her when they still both had their clothes on...the rest of them are just a couple of pictures of both girls acting like two big white sluts."

Staring down with glassy eyes at the prints in Sheron's huge black hands, it was clear that the life was quickly draining from Gloria's pores.

"Yeah..take you time Mrs. Smith and look them over...look at Tina there sitting naked on my friend Calvin's lap..that's his cock dangling there looking all greasy and messy..and you can see how fucked up Tina's pussy looks too..I'm sure you can put two and two together can't you?" Sheron taunted. 

"And look a little closer..look who's shoulder I'm taking the picture over...Yep....that's your pretty little Daughter standing there in front of Calvin and Tina..and look closer..that's Wendy's pants all the way down to her knees with that hairy pussy of her's showing...Your little baby bitch was the star of the show," he crudely continued before folding the pictures back into a neat deck and returning them to his pocket.

"What...what do...do you want?" Gloria whispered, on the precipise now of fainting.

"What do you mean..like money?" Sheron laughed coyly. "Nah....I'll take whatever you want to give me but frankly...I was just hoping for all this to end...just want to let Wendy get on with her life so I can get on with mine...But I still want to fuck you."

"You know how the gossip in this town can be relentless..one person tells another a little story...maybe its gets overheard..and the next thing you know..its gets spread around a campus..a town ...a whole state," Sheron wryly hinted to a now frozen Gloria.

"Does she..... she know about the pictures?" Gloria's voice wavered.

"Huh..I don't know...why don't you ask her?" Sheron sarcastically smirked.

A mountainous wave of silence passed between the two as Sheron watched Gloria stew in the center of the kitchen, confronted with something so intangible, she was having a hard time even fathoming the consequences.

"I ought to... call ...the police," Gloria spat in desperation.

"And tell them what...Nobody broke any laws..just a little kinky sex between a few consenting adults," Sheron chirped back.

"You..want.. to have sex..with me....like ...right here..right now?" Gloria babbled.

"Yeah..I do want to have sex with you..it can be right here on the floor if you want...but I would like a little more privacy...a little more room to spread out if you know what I mean," Sheron calmly replied. 

"How far do you live from here, Gloria?" Sheron inquired, using the older woman's first name for the first time.

"What do you mean?" she quivered.

"Just what I said," he cracked.

"Two Hours...about two hours away," Gloria's voice trailed off.

"Tell you what then," Sheron decided. "Why don't you go home with Wendy and your Husband tonight..spend a few days with them ..then drive back here to Provo on Sunday and meet me by the Econo Lodge down on I-15 right as you come into town..say around Noon."

"..Sunday..Sunday..that's...church day..my day to spend with God ...and my family," Gloria quaked, unable to grasp the reality of avoiding her duties on such a holy day.

"I'm sure you can find a way..if you really want to," Sheron grinned cockily before casting one cold fleeting stare at Gloria as he left the kitchen to say his friendly goodbyes to both Bob Smith and his Daughter.

Feeling empty and alone in the kitchen as the sound of her Husband thanking Sheron for the help he provided echoed through the nearly vacant apartment, Gloria put the rag in her hand over her eyes and dabbed at the tears that were now flowing nonstop down her cheek.

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Right on cue that Sunday morning, Sheron pulled his car into the parking lot of Provo's Comfort Inn, switched off the engine and waited.

12 o'clock turned into 12:15 then 12:30 as Sheron sat there watching the lazy Sunday scenery.

"What if she doesn't show?" he openly wondered.

"No big deal, " he finally came to the conclusion. "Even if no one else ever sees the pictures...she'll have to go through the rest of her life wondering 'what if'....not to mention the way she'll feel everytime she looks at her Daughter."

Lost in his hazy daydream, Sheron nearly jumped in his seat when another car pulled into the space beside his. Casting a startled gaze to his right, a powerful wave of euphoria swept through his soul when he recognized Gloria's familiar outline behind the wheel.

Wasting not time getting out, Sheron could feel his cock stirring in his pants as he casually sauntered over to Gloria's driver's side door. Doing the gentlemanly thing of opening Gloria's door and inviting her out, Sheron stood there for several moments, fixated on the older woman's white knuckles still wrenched around the steering wheel.

"You coming?" he finally asked.

"This is sickening," Gloria muttered under her breath.

"What did you tell Wendy and your Husband to get out of going to church with them this morning?" Sheron wondered aloud, ignoring the simmering anger wafting from Gloria's pores.

"Fuck you," Gloria's eyes clearly said eventhough she didn't dignify Sheron question with a response.

A minute nearly passed as Sheron continued to stare down at Gloria in the seat.

"So....," she finally cringed, looking around the entire expanse of the parking lot, praying no one else would see her. "Have you rented a room yet?"

Each syllable seemed to burn like acid off of Gloria's tongue.

"Nah..not yet," Sheron half laughed. "I told you the other day..you're renting the room....Let's go!"

Dressed in her normal church outfit, a conservative navy blue skirt that hung all the way to her ankles and a matching blue and cream colored blouse and jacket, Gloria had lied to her Husband, telling him she was going to drive upstate to see her older sister, whom she hadn't saw in months, and go to Church that morning with her and her family.

Having to dress the part to follow through with the fib, Gloria felt the closest she ever would to being a high class prostitute dressed the way she was as she approached the front office doors of a cheap interstate motel to ask for a room. Thinking Sheron was going to wait by the car, Gloria felt her bladder nearly give way when the strapping youngster walked up behind her.

"You thought I was gonna stay outside huh," Sheron snidely noted. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Saying an intense and deeply personal private prayer as she neared the counter, Gloria took the smallest amount of solace being so far from home, hoping no one there would recognize her.

"Can I help you?" the sleep deprived and crusty older woman behind the counter asked.

"I'd...I'd ..like...a....room," Gloria's voice crackled.

Pulling three $20 bills out of her wallet as the clerk handed her the paperwork to fill out, Gloria froze when Sheron spoke up behind her.

"Don't waste your money Gloria..just put it on one of the credit cards."

Doing her damndest to keep her composure under such extreme circumstances, Gloria felt her life flash before her eyes as she contemplated what would happen if her Husband saw the charge for a hotel room when he opened the bill.

"I've got the ...money," Gloria's parched throat replied.

"Put the room on the credit card," Sheron ominously nodded.

The grizzled woman behind the desk stood there dumbfounded watching the strange interplay between the oddly coupled pair. Working nights and weekends behind the counter at an interstate motel, even if it was in the middle of Mormon country, she had grown accustomed to the array of activities that took place behind the closed doors on the premicise. As she took the credit card from Gloria's trembling hand however and saw the well dressed white woman's wedding ring sparkle brightly on her finger, a cold chill ran down the clerk's spine as she realized what was going on.

Casting a quick, sheepish gaze up to Sheron standing behind Gloria's right flank, the clerk inherantly knew he wasn't the Bob Smith who's name was embossed on the credit card.

"Here are your keys," The clerk said before handing the jittery married woman the two pieces of plastic.

"Thank..You," Gloria politely muttered, mindful of her manners to the end eventhough she couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with the woman behind the desk.

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"After you," Sheron extended his hand, offering Gloria first entry into the second story room she had just been forced to pay for.

"Smells like....SEX," Sheron grinned, his lungs filling with the unmistakable scent of the cheap motel room as soon as he walked through the door.

Closing the door after he had taken a full step inside, Sheron gleamed hungrily down at Gloria's bowed face.

"What.... now?" Gloria whispered.

Sheron stared down at the hapless Mormon woman for several moments and pondered the question.

"I want you to go in the bathroom and take a shower first," he finally decided.

Her heart in her throat as she stared down at the floor, wilting under the heat of Sheron's arrogant gaze, Gloria went numb when the young man's words filtered into her ears. 

The grainy images of Wendy in the photos Sheron had showed her exploding inside her tortured brain, Gloria couldn't fathom why Sheron was asking her to take a shower. Still, there was a primal and inherant need inside of her to do whatever she had to, to save her Daughter from an embarassment that would last a lifetime.

"I said..I want you to take a shower," Sheron growled once again before striding over to the bathroom on pushing open the door.

Hopping up on the sink as he turned on the light, Sheron sat there on his perch and waited for Gloria to walk through the doorway.

"UMMHUMM," he felt the hair on the back of his neck tingle when he smelt Gloria's lightly applied perfume waft into his nostrils as she eased by him.

"Nice," Sheron grinned, clearly sensing the rising tide of claustrophobia within Gloria as they shared the cramped quarters of the small motel bathroom.

"Take your clothes off and get in the shower," Sheron unflinchingly demanded, giving Gloria absolutly no wiggle room for diplomacy.

Jumping up briefly to turn on the jets of the shower, Sheron jerked the curtain all the way open before returning to his seat on the sink. Watching the way the streaming beads of water began to dot Gloria's pretty Sunday dress and pale white skin, Sheron patted at his crotch with his left hand as the married woman in front of him slowly, and dreadfully, began to disrobe.

Keeping her gaze trained on the floor, Gloria awkwardly stepped out of her shoes. Her head swimming from disorientation as Sheron's rocking foot gently nudged at her long, flowing Sunday dress, Gloria found herself shivering eventhough the heat radiating from the shower was causing steam to envelope the room.




Emancipated Jackals Ch. 04



Shifting forward on the sink to get a closer look, Sheron could clearly sense the life altering event Gloria was being forced to put herself through with every article of clothing that was peeled away from her body.

"No turning back now, Mrs. Smith," Sheron whispered through the fog. "No turning back now."

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Eventhough it took nearly five minutes, and the entire bathroom floor had become covered with the residue from the uncurtained shower, Sheron finally took a deep breath and felt his heart race in his chest as he stared at Gloria standing completly naked in front of him, her dress, girdle, hose and bra sitting in a cluttered heap on top of the toilet to keep from getting soiled by the onslaught of what sizzled out from the showerhead above.

Her eyes still glued to the floor as she tried concealing her sudden nakedness with her arms and hands, she could hear Sheron breathing heavily over the rush of the shower.

"Her pussy is just as furry as Wendy's," Sheron noted as he freely explored the matronly contours of Gloria's body.

"I bet I'm the only man beside your Husband to ever see you naked?" Sheron inquired, causing noticable red blotchs of embarrassment to glow on Gloria's cheeks and chest.

"Now get in there and take a shower..I want you nice and clean before I fuck you," Sheron snarled, watching to make sure Gloria followed orders before disappearing into the bedroom to retrieve the small bag he had brought with him.

Waiting in the bedroom for several moments to collect his thoughts and comtemplate what the rest of the day would hold, Sheron grabbed two items from his overnight bag and returned to the bathroom.

Instantly noticing Gloria had closed the curtain for privacy as she wept under the shower, Sheron reached forward and grabbed a handfull of the plastic barrier in his left hand before jerking it open and exposing Gloria's dripping wet body.

"She looks just like a drowned rat," Sheron thought to himself, savoring the way her dark but slightly graying hair clung messily to her cheeks and shoulders as the water relentlessly continued to rain down. 

For just a moment Sheron thought of turning off the shower, but decided to leave it on as he executed the next step of his plan.

Reaching over to the sink to grab the disposible razor and can of shaving cream he had brought to the motel, Sheron leered at Gloria's paralysed face as he methodically shook the can in his hand.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Gloria once again groveled, knowing she was in no position to bargain.

"I haven't done anything to you...yet," Sheron snidely replied, continuing to shake the can of shaving cream in his hand as he approached the edge of the shower stall.

Eerily fixated on the hungry and haunting look in Sheron's dark eyes, Gloria lost track of his hand as he reached towards her.

"UURRGGHH," she helplessly blurted out when she felt Sheron squeeze out a huge load of cool and wavy froth over her entire pubic region.

"I love the bush.... But I really want to see what my dick looks like sliding in and out of that cunt," Sheron casually noted before massaging the shaving cream into every nook and cranny of Gloria's caked white genitals.

"Hold still, " he cautioned, pressing his free hand against Gloria's belly and forcing her back flat against the slippery wet wall of the stall.

Fighting to keep her feet as the shaving cream sizzled against her moistened pubis, Gloria looked down through the tear stained sheen in her eyes at the top of Sheron's head wedged directly between her two sagging breasts. His head blocking the view of what he was preparing to do below her waist, every muscle in Gloria's body shivered and flinched when she blindly felt Sheron swipe the razor up and down her matted pubic patch.

"OH God..Dear God...Please God," Gloria sighed each time she felt Sheron's shaving motion tear away another swath of her vaginal fleece.

Her knees on the verge of giving out when she saw her discarded pubic hair litter the shower's floor, Gloria felt an arctic chill in her spine watching the curly whisps of hair that had once guarded her womanhood slowly drift towards the drain.

In less than five minutes, the forest of hair that had taken her entire adult life to grow was gone, leaving her feeling barren and bare as the handsome black stud knelt on the floor in front of her, twirling his messy razor in his right hand as he stared admiringly at the reddened remnants of his handywork.

Dropping the razor to the side, Sheron crudely ran all 10 of his fingers across the freshly shaved and baby smooth area, causing Gloria to squirm under the still rushing shower as he poked and prodded at her most secret of places.

Pressing his palm directly against the married woman's crotch, Sheron held it there for several moments, creating a vicious suction on Gloria's muff until her legs were shaking uncontrollably beneath her. Pulling back when his cock told him it was time to go, Sheron grabbed a towel from the rack and dried off his face before reaching over to turn off the shower.

"UHHH," Gloria sighed with relief when Sheron finally put an end to the sizzling downpour.

Casting a weary gaze to the still dressed black man standing in front of her, Gloria hoped against hope that he had claimed whatever prize he had wanted to take. When she caught a glimpse at the way the front of his pants were bulging out however, she knew her ordeal was far from over.

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Gently fondling his groin as he tossed the towel to Gloria, Sheron couldn't help but admire how well he had shaved the older woman's privates.

"Dry yourself off and get into the bedroom so I can have some fun with that smooth pink cunt," he crudely spat before disappearing into the bedroom to wait.

Speechless and disgusted by the crass way Sheron continued to speak to her, Gloria felt an eerie sensation rip through her as she tried wrapping the hotel issue towel around her body. Thinking for just a moment of taking off in a dead sprint towards the front door and yelling for 'help' when she got there, Gloria knew her muscles were too spent to even contemplate such an action. Feeling vaguely as if she was walking to the gallows as she guided her wet and shivering body into the main part of the room and past Sheron's leering gaze, Gloria slowly approached the bed.

"Lay Down," Sheron ordered.

His blood pumping as he watched Gloria demurely try to sit on the bed, Sheron stood there, licking his lips at the way Gloria attempted to conceal her nakedness with her arms as she leaned all the way back on the mattress.

Taking his time to step out of his clothes, Sheron kept his gaze glued on Gloria's eyes as he slowly revealed his chisled nude frame.

"Spread those legs...let me see that bald pussy," Sheron softly demanded, looking admiringly at the glistening and molten slit between Gloria's alabastor thighs. 

Standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but his form fitting jockey shorts, Sheron softly rubbed his fingers over every contour of his wide shoulders, his massive sculpted chest, down over his rippling abs before finally allowing his fingertips to stroke the wrist thick, protruding girth squirming inside his underwear.

Taking another step closer to the bed, Sheron watched Gloria's tear stained eyes widen as he closed in and the way she held her breath when he dug his fingers into the fabric of his shorts, to begin to roll them down.

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Of all the places Gloria Smith ever thought she would find herself on a Sunday, when she should have been spending the day at church and with her family , was laying naked on a cheap motel room bed as a naked black stranger hovered over top of her.

Her ample bosom spilling down each side of her chest as her shoulders trembled on the sheets, Gloria could feel her heart thudding painfully inside her chest when the initial image of Sheron digging his fingers into his underwear registered in her brain.

Before she could prepare herself for what was coming next, Gloria's heart all but stopped when the youngster's rigid black phallus lept free from the confines of his shorts and swayed like a meaty, blunt pendulum from his groin.

"UUUHHHHH," Gloria gasped, the air swooshing out of her body as something primal and untapped suddenly crested inside of her.

Her Husband being the only other man she had seen completly naked, Gloria was having a difficult time equating the sight of Sheron's nudity to anything she had ever contemplated. Feeling vaguely as if she was staring at a creature from another planet as Sheron's towering black frame approached, a mixture of fascination and dread oozed from Gloria's face.

In a blur befitting everything she had experienced since Sheron first initiated a dialouge that day in Wendy's kitchen, Gloria looked up to suddenly see her feet spread high in the air, Sheron's huge hands holding each as he placed his hulking black torso perfectly between her raised and parted legs.

Small hiccups of disjointed breath seeped free from Gloria's nose and mouth as Sheron pushed forward until his massive endowment dropped like a rigid log directly down on top of her freshly shaved crotch. Rolling his warm and smooth girth over the reddened and bare area of Gloria's genitals, Sheron kept his eyes locked on Gloria's, smirking haughtily as he felt the juices inside her pussy begin to leak out against his probing erection. Pushing his pelvis forward, a huge grin and cocksure gasp ripped free from Sheron's lips when he watched the head of his penis slam into the lower half of Gloria's pale white belly.

Watching Gloria's teeth mash together and every muscle in her body spasm as he grinded his crotch down on top of hers, Sheron winced from the erotic sensation of Gloria's bald pussy wetly caressing his heavy, sagging balls.

"UUMMMMAAAHHH," the black stud groaned wildly once he finally pulled back and eased the tip of his prick inside Gloria's waiting cunt.

Eventhough he did everything to Wendy but outrightly fucking her cunt weeks earlier, to actually have his cock sliding back and forth between Gloria's tight and syrupy vaginal walls was the first time he had rammed his dick into a woman's womb in nearly a year.

"URRGGHHH..AAAHH......UURRGGHHH.....AAAAHHHH," they both moaned in unison, their voices matching in a spastic, allbeit, haunting chorus. ___________________________________

Sex had always been something Gloria believed she had to tolerate. Raised in such a conservative environment, after she quelled and compartmentalized the natural yearnings of her youth, settled into marriage and had her four kids, the expression of pyshical love between her and her Husband had become nothing more than a rumor.

Even when they shared their occassional romantic interlude, after subjecting her vagina to the birth of four healthy children, Gloria could honestly not remember the last time she gained any joy or sensation from having her Husband's penis inside of her.

The instant Sheron's cock found its way inside of her and began its relentless drilling action into her quivering and tangy depths, Gloria's entire body stiffened from the unfamiliar feeling of being completly engulfed. For just a moment she almost felt like she was giving birth when Sheron would ease his cock out, only to have her eyes cross and her soul tremble when he fierecly shoved downward again between her raised legs.

Feeling her body being pressed further and further down into the cheap motel mattress under Sheron's pounding assault, Gloria could feel every droplet of blood inside her body catching fire as the black stud's determined cock stabbed at the foamy flesh of her feminine flower.

"UUMMMMMMM," Gloria groaned manically, her chest quivering and jerking each time Sheron roughly bit down on her jutting and juicy nipples.

Suddenly feeling weightless when Sheron worked his arms under her squirming back, Gloria rested periliously in his caress as he continued his virile onslaught.

"FFFUUCCCCCKKKKKIINNNGGGYYEEAAAHHHHHHHHH," Sheron finally growled as all 10 of his long black fingers dug into the meat of Gloria's fleshy and churning ass.

"She feels just like a goddamn ragdoll in my hands," Sheron thought to himself as he mashed his mouth down on top of Gloria's throat at the same time his boiling cum began its blinding journey up from his sweaty balls, through his deeply embedded shaft and finally into every kink and cranny of the married woman's drowning womb.

"Bet you must feel like such a slut...coming here and doing this with me.... don't you?" Sheron softly rambled into Gloria's ear, his voice unflinching and accusatory in its tone.

"MMMM," he groaned lewdly, continuing to bite down on Gloria's earlobe as he churned his spewing cock like a huge whisk inside of Gloria's flooded loins. "And just think..we're here in a room that you paid for with your own Husband's credit card."

Gloria's cheeks went beet red when the bitter truth of Sheron's words burned her ears.

"Don't worry though Gloria..at least you ain't the biggest slut in your family..not yet anyway," Sheron continued. "You got a little ways to go to be as depraved as Wendy is......HUH..You like that..you like it when I shove my cock into your cunt and tell you what a little slut your Daughter is...HUH....Yeah ..I could tell you every little thing she let me do to her if you want."

"I know it'll be a conversation you'll have inside your head everyday for the rest of your life Gloria..asking yourself where you went wrong..how your little girl could grow up and be capable of such a thing..how could she be capable of letting a guy like me have is way with her...but then you'll have to then ask the same question of yourself now won't you?" Sheron spat, relentlessly continuing to drill his spear into Gloria's spasming pussy until his seeping cum started to froth out around his steely girth.

"I know her wedding is coming up in a few short months....I bet you wont be able to even keep your head up during the ceremony will you...watching her take her vows..I bet you wont be able to get the thought of me making Wendy get down on all fours like a bitch in heat and then making her crawl down the hall to her own bedroom where I was waiting..and the way my cum was dripping down her face the whole time she crawled towards me."

"UURRGGHHHH," Gloria cried out, her pelvis working as hard as it could up against Sheron's blazing downward thrusts as she helplessly listened to the youngster's painfully accurate assessment.

"GODDAMN BITCH..THAT FEEL GOOD?" Sheron blurted out when he felt Gloria's sweaty body begin to shiver uncontrollably against his. 

Reaching down to the crack of Gloria's ass with his middle finger, Sheron dabbed it briefly against the cumstained and stretched lips of her vagina, coating it like butter around an ear of corn, before allowing the greasy digit to dive down to the ultra tight entrance of the married woman's anal crevice.

"UHHHRRGGAAHHHHH.......AAAHHH....AAAHHHHHHH...AAAHHH," Gloria voice cracked and trembled when she felt Sheron stab his middle finger into her rectum at the same time his cock continued to churn violently inside her drenched womb.

Unable to tether her repressed lust a moment longer, Gloria's head jerked side to side on the pillow several times before rocketing backwards as her entire weight slammed upwards against Sheron's rock solid and pistoning frame.

"GODDAMMIT.....Look at her cum," Sheron crudely laughed, watching with awe as Gloria's entire face contorted under the strain of such a powerful and hard fought orgasmic surrender.

Speeding up the duel action of his finger and prick inside of Gloria's two most private of places, Sheron finally pulled back and savored the sight of Gloria's squirming like a mortally wounded fish beneath him.

Petting the half limp club of his satiated manhood as he watched Gloria slowly go silent on the bed, Sheron looked down and felt a shiver go through his body when he saw his ejaculated semem dripping continuously from her gaping snatch.

Remembing back to the first night he spent with Wendy, weeks earlier, an idea sparkled in Sheron's dazed head. Reaching down with his right hand, he took Glroia's left hand between his fingers and with several hearty tugs, removed the wedding ring from Gloria's finger for the first time in 27 years.

"OHH..NOO," Gloria's eyes pleaded eventhough the rest of her was too exhausted to react.

Carefully easing the ring down the matronly expanse of Gloria's spent body, Sheron eased it directly between her still parted legs. Tilting it diamond side up, Sheron dipped it straight into Gloria's bubbling quim, sliding it back and forth until the ring was coated with their combined ilibidnal juices. 

Pulling the now oozing and defaced gold sphere free from Gloria's cunt a full minute later, Sheron held it above her belly for several moments, allowing several strands of attached cum to drip in a crisscross pattern around the married woman's waist and bellybutton.

"This is what I wanted to do to Wendy but she wouldn't let me fuck her, Gloria," Sheron prophetically scolded. 

"On second thought..maybe you are the biggest slut in the family!" he added before guiding the slippery ring up to Gloria's bosom and lowering the cumstained symbol of the Smiths' marital vows directly down on top of Gloria's still erect, olive sized right nipple.

THE END

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