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Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 01

By: Kit Kat



My name is Katelyn but everyone close to me calls me Kitty. I have what many people would call a fetish. I love black cock. It developed during college and was totally out of control until I got married and settled down at 29. I managed to suppress my fetish for several years after my wedding, intending to stay faithful to my husband. I am now writing down the memories of my escapades hoping that this will act as a catharsis and help me stay faithful to my husband.

I'll start with the first time I had sex with a black man. I just moved to a big Canadian city to start university. I grew up in a small city which did not have a large black community. I also went to a catholic school where I had several boyfriends so I was no virgin. In fact, I developed a bit of a reputation for hooking up with a long list of boys from school. One of these boys was black but we never had real sex so I'll leave that story for another time. It was a little scary but mostly exciting to be away from home. I made some new friends from my dorm and like many new freshmen, partying was our number one pastime. 

My girlfriend Maggie and I got invited to a house party thrown by members of the football team. We got all done up and headed on over. I was wearing a red sweater, black mini skirt, black pantyhose and knee high boots. I am 5'6" and back then I weighed about 130 lbs. I have to admit that I am not gorgeous. I have a nice set of tits and great legs which I love to show off. My shoulder length hair is a dark brown with a slight wave to it.

When we arrived, we were both a little nervous as we didn't know many people there other than Marci, the girl who invited us. She was a girlfriend of one of the players. The house was already quite full and the party was well underway. Marci introduced us to a few of the players before disappearing with her boyfriend. Brian and Mark were 2 of the linebackers and both were black. Brian was about 6' and built like a tank. Mark was about 6'2" but not as stocky though still well built. Mark had his hair cut very short and had very dark skin tone. He was wearing a tight t-shirt showing off his muscles and baggy blue jeans with some sneakers. He had a gorgeous smile and a confident air about him. Mark and Brian kept our glasses full with beer as we got to know one another.

Mark and I hit it off right away and it wasn't long before we were dancing in the crowd. While we danced Mark would brush his hand against my ass whenever he could. I was only 18 and not an experienced drinker so I was a bit drunk already. I enjoyed the attention this handsome black man was giving me.

I lost track of Maggie and it wasn't until after 2am when she told me she was going back to the dorm. I wasn't ready to leave yet so I reassured her that I would be fine. As Mark and I continued to dance, he got bolder and bolder. During slow songs, we were kissing while we danced and he was pawing my ass freely. He must have noticed that I wasn't wearing panties with the pantyhose. I was sure I could feel a large bulge in his loose jeans pressing against my abdomen. The thought of his large cock had me starting to lubricate. 

"Let's go upstairs." he whispered in my ear. Not waiting for a reply, he took my hand and started leading me to the stairway. We found a empty bedroom and quickly entered. As soon as the door was closed we resumed kissing deeply, his tongue probing into my mouth. His right hand slipped under my sweater and grasped my breast firmly. I'm sure he felt my hardened nipple through my thin bra. I reached down and felt his erection through his jeans, he felt huge. 

"I want to see your cock." I whispered as I broke our kiss. Undoing his belt, I moved back a few inches while he pulled my sweater up over my tits. He started kneading both my breasts as I undid his buttons of his jeans. I slipped one hand into his boxers reaching for his cock. It was thick and very hard. Unable to free his cock from his boxers and jeans, I pushed his jeans down to his ankles , slipping to my knees in the process. Staying on my knees, I pulled his boxers down next, finally releasing his cock. 

"Oh my god." I gasped when I saw his huge black cock spring free. It was beautiful. About 9 inches in length, circumcised, and standing straight out pointing at me. I knelt there mesmerized by the sight of his cock as Mark pulled my sweater up over my head, throwing it to the floor. 

"Suck it." He commanded. Not being a stranger to oral sex, I quickly obeyed. I slipped the head into my mouth and closed my lips around the tip. Sucking gently, I reached up and grasped his cock by the shaft. As my tongue swirled around the head of his cock, my hand began stroking the shaft. Wondering how much of his cock I could take, I opened my mouth wide and worked his cock deep into my mouth using my hand to control the depth. When his cock pushed into my throat, I started to gag and pulled back keeping my hand in place. I was shocked to see that my hand was less than half way down his shaft. I've been able to take most of the cocks I've sucked before, even deep throating some of them.

"Not bad, for a freshman." he teased. "I can help tutor you in this fine art so you can make the grade."

"I can make the grade all right." I replied before taking his cock back into my mouth. I was determined to meet his challenge and make him cum. Closing my lips tightly on his shaft, I began sucking harder as my hand resumed stroking his shaft near the base. As I worked on his cock, Mark took off his shirt and was now standing naked in front of me. He then reached down and undid my bra, sliding the straps off my shoulders. I slid one arm out of my bra, and then switching the hand stroking his cock, slid the other arm free too. 

With my bra off, Mark reached down with both hands and began cupping my tits, squeezing my hard nipples between his fingers. "You sure have a nice set of tits, Katelyn." I could only moan in reply with his huge cock filling my mouth. 

At that time of my life my only orgasms have been from oral sex so I developed a love of oral sex, both giving and receiving, from a very early age. I also learned how much my boyfriends loved getting blow jobs and would jump through hoops for me. Giving blow jobs gave me a sense of power over the boys which always made me more excited. Now here I was, sucking the biggest cock I've ever seen, never mind that it was a dark black one. The situation was so intense, my pussy was literally oozing lubrication. I reached between my legs with my free hand and pulled my skirt up allowing access to my aching clitoris. The gusset of my pantyhose was soaking wet with my juices. I began rubbing my clit through my pantyhose while I continued sucking on his big black cock. 

What a sight I must have been, a young white co-ed eagerly working on this giant cock of this gorgeous black Adonis. Kneeling there, topless, with my skirt hiked up, rubbing myself through my pantyhose as I bobbed my head on his black rod.

"Shit girl, what you lack in talent, you sure make up for in enthusiasm." Mark said grinning down at me. Taking his comment as encouragement, I redoubled my efforts to try to make him cum. When my neck tired from bobbing on his cock, I would suck on the head while I furiously stroked his shaft. Then when I caught my breath I would resume bobbing my head on his cock. During all this time, I couldn't help but think of what this cock would feel like in my pussy. 

All these sensations, his big black cock filling my mouth, his hands on my tits, and my fingers rubbing the nylon against my clit had me building towards an orgasm. Then without warning, he pulled his cock back and pulled me to my feet.

"Take your clothes off." He told me as he guided me to the bed. I reached behind and unzipped my skirt as I walked to the bed, the heels on my boots clicking on the hard wood floor.

I turned at the bed and looked up at him asking, "do you have a condom?"

"Hell no, I never use them." he replied.

"Why don't I just finish you with my mouth then?" I asked, grabbing his cock while sitting down on the bed.

He pushed me down on the bed and yanked my unzipped skirt down to my feet. "Nah, I wanna piece of this." he said as he rubbed my pussy through my pantyhose, pushing the gusset into my vagina making me moan loudly. "Besides, any girl that doesn't wear panties is asking to be fucked." He then took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hard.

I was on the pill but I was still worried about STDs and didn't know Mark well enough to fuck him without a condom. I had to think quickly to find a way to appease him without fucking him. I offered "I'll let you cum in my mouth.", something I've done only a handful of times.

"Too late to play hard to get now. I can feel how wet you are. Now lets get the rest of your clothes off." he said before moving to my other nipple. 

I knew he was right and a part of me was aching to discover how a cock that large would feel in my pussy. My brain however, was still battling for control, telling me how risky it would be. Starting to get desperate, I blurted out, "I'll swallow your cum". That's something a few of my boyfriends have asked me to do but that I've always refused. I was hoping he would be satisfied with that.

"Enough of this shit!" he exclaimed as he dug his fingers into my pantyhose and tore a hole in the crotch. He then moved between my legs, forcing them apart. Reaching down between us he grabbed hold of his enormous cock guiding it into position while telling me "You can swallow my cum after I've fucked your brains out!"

My entire body was ready and willing but my brain tried one last time to stop Mark saying weakly "please, no." But it was too late, his cock had already started to penetrate my vagina, the head sliding pass my pussy lips. I gasped as I felt myself being stretched as Mark slowly pushed more of his cock into me. My body now took control pushing my brain aside. My hands reached behind Mark and grabbed his muscular ass to encourage him to go deeper. My legs moved up bending at the knee and digging the heels of my boots into the mattress. It was fortunate that I was so wet and his cock still slick from my saliva that I didn't feel any pain from such a large cock, just an intense pressure. After pushing just over half of his cock inside, he stopped and withdrew his cock.

"You still want me to stop?" he asked knowing full well my answer.

"Please, no. Put it back in." I replied. My pussy was screaming to fill the void left when Mark pulled his cock out.

I reached down to guide his cock back into my vagina. This time Mark pushed his cock in more quickly, stopping just before his balls hit my ass. He pulled back until only the head of his cock was still inside me. I could tell he was enjoying teasing me from his big ass grin. I tried pulling his hips towards me but he was too strong so I then tried thrusting my own hips upwards. He was anticipating my move and shoved his cock forward at the same time. I screamed as the combined moves forced his cock all the way inside with his large balls hitting my ass. His cock stretched parts of my pussy never reached before. I lay there breathless disbelieving how incredibly full I felt. He kept his cock deep inside me for what seemed like minutes but was probably only a matter of seconds before starting to move in slow deep strokes. As he built up speed I raked my hands up and down his muscular back gently scratching him. 

Feeling my excitement build, I gasped "Fuck me!". 

He moved to his knees while hooking his arms under my knees spreading my legs apart in the air. From this position he started to really pound his cock into me like a jackhammer. With each thrust I could feel a wave building within me. I cupped my tits with my hands and caressed them while he continued his relentless assault. Mark was doing most of the moving but I was the one who couldn't seem to take a breath. Higher and higher his thrusting brought me making my head spin with euphoria. It didn't take very long before the dam burst from the relentless pounding. I lost control of both my body and voice as I screamed out while my body shook in what seemed like convulsions. Mark didn't even pause, he kept on thrusting into me at the same frenetic pace. Time seemed to have slowed down during those couple of minutes as my orgasm felt like it wouldn't end. When it finally started to wane, my body stopped shaking and I realized that I was moaning in rhythm with Mark's thrusts, "ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." Regaining control of my body, I reached up to caress Mark's gorgeous chest and abdomen. 

Breathing hard now, Mark slowed down his thrusts before letting my legs slide back down to the bed. He then slowly withdrew his cock from my gaping vagina. I looked down at his cock glistening with my juices and still couldn't believe I managed to take his entire length. Mark lay down beside me on the bed, his cock still fully erect.

"Suck it! Taste your pussy on my cock." He commanded. I quickly got up on my knees facing his feet. Without hesitation, I grabbed his cock and quickly took it into my mouth. It was still coated with my juices and glistening in my hands. I've always been able to take a cock deeper in my mouth when facing towards a guy's feet. I was determined to try and take Mark's entire length in my mouth as well. Doing my best to suppress my gag reflex, I slowly forced his cock to the back of my throat. After about 6 inches, I almost retched, but I managed not to pull back and held his cock at that depth for over 30 seconds before having to pull back to catch my breath. I continued stroking his cock while holding the head of his cock between my lips as I breathed heavily through my nose. My saliva was dripping down along his shaft to my stroking hand and then down to his scrotum. Taking a deep breath, I forced his cock to the back of my mouth, trying to go furthur this time. Unfortunately, I was only able to match my previous depth before gagging. I repeated the process over and over again but was unable to take more than 6 or 7 inches of his cock. By this time, saliva and mucus coated my chin, hands, and his cock of course. 

My jaw was starting to get alittle tired and I was frustrated at my lack of progress. I released his cock from my mouth, keeping both hands on his cock. "Fuck, you have a big cock!" I said in exasperation.

"Get on top!" was his only reply. I straddled him on my knees still facing his feet being careful not to catch the heel of my boot on him. He rubbed my ass through my pantyhose as I reached down and grabbed his slick cock. I had trouble lining up his cock with the hole in my pantyhose and my vagina in this new position. Noticing my difficulty, Mark quickly reached between us and pulled hard on the gusset of my pantyhose making the tear bigger. With the extra room, I quickly guided his cock to my hungry pussy. I was still quite wet and his cock still coated with my saliva so I didn't have much trouble sliding him inside of me. Slowly I worked myself up and down his entire length, savoring every inch. I still couldn't believe how full I felt when I bottomed out, the intense pressure was incredible. Mark slid his hands up and down my thighs as I rode him, enjoying the silky texture of my pantyhose. My hand automatically moved between my legs to play with my clit as I continued my rhythmic bouncing. As my excitement started to build, a soft moaning escaped my lips in time with my movements. Mark must have sensed I was getting close to another orgasm as he grabbed my hips tightly and took control of our fucking. While thrusting hard and quick, he pulled my hips down against him, ensuring the entire length of his cock penetrated me.

"OH FUCK!" I screamed as Mark's pistoning cock pushed me into another mind numbing orgasm. My body went weak and I fell forward onto my hands as Mark continued to pound away at my pussy from beneath me. My pussy started making squishing noises from all my juices leaking down onto Mark. The orgasm was so intense that after the peak passed, I felt like I needed a break and tried pulling off Mark's cock. He wouldn't loosen his grip on my hips though and kept pumping into me without missing a beat. My ebbing orgasm quickly reversed it's direction as I climaxed again accompanied by another scream. I was still shuddering with my climax and didn't notice Mark grabbing my ankle. Without warning, he quickly flipped me onto my back like a rag doll. I lay there a little stunned still in the throes of my last orgasm. Mark showed his athleticism, moving to his knees and then straddling my chest within seconds.

"Open your mouth." he ordered while he jacked his cock in front of my face. Still riding the euphoria from my last orgasm, I didn't even think twice before closing my lips around the head of his cock. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth you nasty slut." he rasped breathlessly as he continued to pump his cock. I could only moan with my mouth full of his cock. My hands were roaming his gorgeous black skin, feeling his tight muscles covered with sweat. "You better swallow it all." he said menacingly. Hearing his tone change made me more excited with a mixture of fear and anticipation. I moved my hands to his butt and tried to pull him closer to me while I intensifed my suction on his cockhead.

I was surprised to find myself so excited by the thought of Mark cumming in my mouth. Even more surprising was my desire to obey him and swallow his cum. Briefly letting his cock slip from my mouth, I begged "Cum for me baby, I want to taste you." I then quickly took the head of his cock back into my mouth and resumed sucking on it while my tongue flickered against the tip.

Soon after that, Mark let out a loud gutteral moan, signalling the start of his orgasm. His first spurt splashed against my tongue inside my mouth sending shivers down my body. Mark continued to pump his cock throughout his orgasm sending the second spurt against the roof of my mouth. After the third large spurt of cum, my mouth was getting full so I swallowed quickly causing his cock to plop out of my mouth. The fourth and fifth spurts weren't as forceful but landed on my nose and upper lip before I took his cock back into my mouth. Mark released his cock allowing my hands to take over stroking his shaft while my mouth continued sucking on the head.

"That's it slut, make sure you get it all." Mark told me as I finished milking his cock right through his climax. The cum tasted very salty and slimy but for some strange reason, I found that it didn't bother me at all. Perhaps it was the high I was still riding from my previous orgasms. 

Mark collected the cum from my nose and lip on his fingers and held it to my lips. I released his cock from my mouth, taking his cum covered fingers instead. I pooled the remaining cum in my mouth before swallowing it all down.

"That was incredible. I've never cum so hard before." I told Mark in awe of the great fucking he gave me.

"You weren't too bad yourself." Mark teased as he bent down and gave me a kiss on my forehead. He then got up off the bed and started to get dressed. I got up after a minute and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Luckily my skirt was long enough to cover the rip in my pantyhose as I didn't have panties or an extra pair of hose.

We eventually exchanged phone numbers before Mark drove me back to my dorm. Maggie was already asleep and I was dead tired. I just undressed and crashed into bed. Needless to say, I slept very well that night with a big smile on my face.

Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 02



My name is Kitty and I am telling you about my freshman year in college when I went through an awakening of sorts. The details may be a bit off since my memories of almost 20 years ago may not be perfectly accurate. In case you missed the first chapter, it described the first time I had sex with a black man. Needless to say, it was the best fuck I've had up to that point in my young life. I am 5'6" and weighed about 130 lbs back then with shoulder length dark brown hair. Mark was a senior, 6'2", played linebacker and had very dark skin with short hair. This chapter continues on from that point.

I was sore for several days after that night. It was certainly worth it though. The next week I had trouble concentrating in class. My mind kept wandering back to that incredible evening. The orgasms I had while being fucked were in a different league than those I experienced before from being eaten or while masturbating. I was getting hornier and hornier the more I thought about it. To make matters worse, I couldn't even masturbate with my roommate Maggie always being around. 

I couldn't wait to see Mark again. Unfortunately, I didn't hear from him for several days. He finally called late thursday night to meet him for some coffee. He was already on his way to my dorm so I didn't have time to change. I just touched up my makeup before slipping on my boots, grabbing my handbag and headed out.

I was wearing a pink t-shirt, white bra, denim mini skirt, taupe pantyhose and ankle boots. Mark's face lit up with a wide smile when he saw me which sent a warm glow sweeping through me. He was dressed in a green polo shirt and khaki pants. We went to a campus coffee shop nearby and sat down after ordering. Mark started by apologizing for not calling sooner but he was very busy with classes, football practice, and workouts. As we talked, I noticed Mark taking glances through the glass table at my legs. It excited me knowing that I could command his attention like that. The more we talked the more time he spent looking at my legs. To see if I could embarass him a bit, I decided to call him on his staring at my legs.

"I guess you're a leg man, eh Mark?" I grinned at him.

"Huh, why do you say that?" he asked back, still staring down through the glass table.

"I just noticed how much you're staring at my legs." I replied. My response made him start laughing softly as he looked back up at me. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"Shit girl, it wasn't your legs I was staring at." he chuckled. I then looked down to see what he was staring at and noticed that my already short skirt had ridden up much higher when I sat down. I quickly reached down to pull the hem of my skirt back down to mid-thigh. "I guess my nasty girl doesn't bother with underwear." he teased.

I found myself all flushed with embarassment, "Pantyhose counts as underwear." Also feeling the need to defend myself, I continued " I just hate when panty lines show. Besides, this pair has a cotton gusset."

"Hey babe, I'm not complaining. It turns me on."

His comment put me back at ease though I still crossed my legs. "Well, the shows over." Feeling a little naughty I added, "for now."

"Damn, and I have an early class tomorrow." Mark responded with a big grin. 

We continued talking for another hour before returning to my dorm. On the way back, Mark put his arm around me keeping me warm in the cooling night air. Upon arriving at the entrance of my dormitory, Mark spun me around and leaned down to kiss me. My arms reached up and welcomed him to me. I felt protected being engulfed by his large frame. He was a wonderful kisser, with soft full lips and firm pressure. I parted my lips inviting his probing tongue into my mouth. His large hands reached down and cupped both ass cheeks, pulling me closer. My body just melted into his as I felt my pussy start to moisten. He must have pulled my skirt up because I felt a cool breeze as his hands began squeezing my ass through my pantyhose. I was sure my excitement was being shared with Mark when I felt a firmness forming against my abdomen.

Suddenly remembering that we were still in public with only sheer pantyhose covering my exposed butt, I withdrew from our kiss and pulled my skirt back down. "Why don't you come up, Maggie went to the library to study and shouldn't be back for another hour at least." 

We headed up to my dorm room and quietly slipped inside trying not to draw any attention. I didn't want to develop the reputation of dorm slut after all.

Once inside, I slipped off my boots and invited Mark to have a seat on my bed since my small dorm room didn't have much furniture. Mark sat down near the foot of the bed with his legs hanging off the side. After I turned on the radio, I sat down at the head of the bed swinging my legs to rest my feet on Mark's lap.

"Kitty, what are you doing?" Mark asked as I started rubbing my feet against his crotch.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I grinned back as I continued rubbing his groin.

"You know I have an early class tomorrow." he replied.

"I thought you wanted me to continue the show." I teased as I hiked up my skirt slowly, while me feet continued massaging his growing bulge in his pants. Mark's eyes were fixed on my rising skirt as his hands started stroking my legs along the silky hose. With my skirt hiked up around my hips, my hands reached down and started rubbing myself through the cotton gusset of my pantyhose.

Mark undid his pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers. It was as beautiful as I remembered. "Take your shirt off." he ordered. I quickly complied, tossing it to the floor. My legs now spread apart on the bed with knees bent showing Mark the growing wetness on the crotch of my pantyhose. He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants and boxers as he watched me resume masturbating for him. "The bra too." he added.

I sat up to remove my bra as Mark moved up onto the bed, kneeling beside me. His cock was inches from my face and I could smell a slight musky odor. Understanding his intent, I grasped his cock by the shaft and slipped the head into my mouth. He reached down to fondle my tits as I started sucking on his cock. My free hand went back to work on my pussy of course. When excited, I love to suck cock and when I'm sucking cock, I get excited. Its a delicious circle making me wetter and wetter. Lucky for me since I would need all the lubrication I can create to accomodate his thick 9 inch black pipe.

"You like that, Kitty, you like sucking on my cock?" he asked while squeezing my tits harder.

"umm..hmmm.." I mumbled with my mouth full of cock.

"Yes you do, don't you. You're a good little cock sucker." Mark started to thrust his hips slowly, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. "Thats it slut, take it deeper. Get it nice and wet." The nasty talk was getting me even more excited. His black cock was so big and thrusts so deep that I occasionally gagged. Mark's hands were now resting on my head preventing me from pulling off his cock, not that I wanted to. 

"Shit yeah, I'm fucking your face you nasty slut." Mark rasped as his thrusts began to quicken. "Gag on it!. Gag on my cock you slut!" he added as his fingers grabbed large tresses of my hair.

I had to use both hands now, one on his shaft, the other on his hip to control his thrusting so I wouldn't choke. Mucus and Saliva was overflowing my mouth now, dripping down my chin and onto my breasts.

It was taking all my concentration to control my breathing with his deeper thrusts causing me to gag more and more. Tears formed in my eyes and started running down my cheeks. Unable to take any more, my hands gave a forceful push against Mark's hips.

Sensing my distress, Mark released my hair, allowing me to pull off his cock. 

I sat there gasping for breath, my hands still on his hips. I must have been a sight, tears streaming down my face, saliva coating my chin, tits, and running down to soil my skirt which was bunched up around my waist.

Mark pushed me down onto the bed, not letting me catch my breath. He bent over, his right hand moving to my crotch and cupping my pussy. Taking a nipple into his mouth he caught it between his teeth biting lightly. My hand moved down to cover his as he started rubbing my pussy, pushing the soaked cotton gusset into my vagina. I guided his hand under my pantyhose into my pussy as he moved his face up to kiss me. 

Not wasting any time, Mark forced his tongue into my mouth twirling it around mine. I moaned into our kiss as he pushed two of his thick fingers into me. My level of arousal dropped quite a bit while I was being face fucked but now I was really lubricating again as Mark rubbed my clit with his thumb as his two fingers moved in and out of my vagina. I sucked on his tongue as my hands caressed his back and shoulders. Feeling my excitement building, I start thrusting my hips up in time with his fingers.

Suddenly without warning, Mark broke our kiss and pulled his hand out of my pussy. Bringing his fingers to my lips he commanded, "taste yourself slut." I took his fingers into my mouth sucking on them, tasting my own juices on them. Mark got back up on his knees and straddled my abdomen while I sucked on his fingers.

Pulling his fingers out of my mouth, Mark then moved up towards my chest and lowered himself alittle until his big black cock rested on my chest between my tits. "Push your tits together Kitty." 

I squeezed my breasts together, surrounding his cock as he started his thrusting movements. My tits were still covered with my saliva from earlier, allowing his cock to glide freely. I've heard of tit fucking but have never tried it before. It was a wild sight seeing his cock appearing and disappearing between my breasts with each thrust.

Mark quickened his pace as he whispered "squeeze them together harder." I found the new sensations and the circumstances very exciting. Too bad I didn't have a third hand, so I could rub my clit while Mark fucked my tits.

My head was already slighty bent forward to watch Mark's big black cock sliding between my milky white tits before he reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair. Pulling my head forward, he ordered "stick your tongue out and lick it." With my chin almost on my chest, I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue out trying to lick his cock head whenever he thrusted forward. It took several minutes for me to get the timing correct but when I finally did, Mark complimented me "good girl, thats it, just like that."

Concentrating on keeping the rhythm going, I was caught off guard when Mark yelled out "YESSS!" and started cumming. His first spurt was quite large and landed right in my open mouth on the back part of my tongue. Startled by the sensation, my head jerked back and my hands automatically released my tits. Mark's cock sprung free from my tits sending the second spurt shooting up in the air over my face, landing in a long strand running from my hair, across my face and all the way down to my neck. Quickly grabbing his cock, Mark continued pumping his cock, aiming it towards my face. I closed my eyes as several more spurts splattered onto my cheek, my lips, and my chin.

My eyes were still closed when I felt Mark pushing his cock into my mouth. I opened my mouth welcoming his cock and I opened my eyes to see his face still slightly contorted in ecstasy. As Mark continued pumping his cock, the last bit of his cum oozed out of his cock and onto my tongue, mixing with the large pool from his first spurt. Keeping the head of his cock between my lips, I swallowed the pool of cum in a large gulp. I noticed that his cum didn't taste as salty this time. 

I watched Mark intently until the last spasms of his orgasms finished. I get such a thrill and sense of fulfillment from watching the orgasm of a guy that I made happen. When Mark finally opened his eyes and met my gaze, he gave me a bright smile saying "That was fucking great."

Releasing his cock from my mouth I replied "That was alot of fun."

"You look so fucking hot covered in my cum." Mark commented. "You are my nasty slut."

Instead of being insulted, I was elated by his vulgar compliments. I also felt empowered, being able to illicit such strong reactions from a senior who was obviously alot more sexually experienced than I was.

As Mark moved off my chest, I realised that I haven't cum yet and was horny as hell. One of my hands moved down and resumed rubbing my pussy through my pantyhose, sliding the wet nylon over my clitoris. I was meaning to give Mark another show, trying to get him hard again in order to fuck me.

My sense of empowerment was short lived as Mark climbed off the bed and started putting his boxers back on.

"Aren't you going to fuck me?" I asked

"Sorry babe, I've got an early class tomorrow." he answered as he slipped his pants back on.

I stopped masturbating and sat up in a stunned state. Mark's cum dripped down off my cheek landing on my breast. I watched in disbelief as Mark finished getting dressed.

Noticing my mood change, Mark said "C'mon Kitty, I have a big game saturday and I have to keep my focus." 

Grabbing some kleenex from the night stand, I started wiping the cum and saliva from my face and neck.

"I'll call you after the game and we'll hook up then." Mark told me before he left.

I finished cleaning up the cum and saliva from my face, neck, and tits. Slipping off my skirt and pantyhose I piled all my soiled clothes in the dirty hamper. As I put on my bathrobe, I sat back down on my bed reflecting on my mixed emotions. I was alittle miffed at Mark for leaving so suddenly but at the same time I was still very horny and excited from earlier. 

My body won out as lay back down on my bed opening my robe in the process. My hands reached down and starting rubbing my vulva. I slipped two fingers from my right hand into my vagina as my I used my left hand to gently rub my clitoris. As I slowly built up speed, I imagined Mark's big black cock. I imagined sucking it deep down my throat, deeper than I can in real life, all the way to the base. With my excitement building, I imagined Mark repositioning himself, preparing to penetrate me with his thick black pipe.

I was shocked back to reality when I heard a key being inserted into the door.

"Damn." I cursed softly as I quickly sat up and closed my robe.

Wiping my wet fingers on my robe as the door opened, I tried my best to sound cheerful, "Hey Maggie, you're back early."

"Hey Kitty. Yeah, I got tired of studying." Maggie replied as she slipped her shoes off and walked towards me. "What were you up to?" she asked as she sat on her bed facing me.

"Oh nothing." I answered hoping she didn't notice the lingering scent of sex in the air.

Maggie stood up and stepped towards me saying, "Kitty, you have something in your hair." Before I could react, Maggie reached over and touched my hair.Rubbing the white fluid between her fingers and feeling the texture, Maggie brought her fingers to her nose to confirm her suspicions.

I sat there in shocked silence, turning red with embarrassment when I realised that I didn't clean up all the cum.

A big grin spread across Maggie's face, "Nothing you say?... You lying slut!" she teased.

We both started giggling uncontrollably as I tried to remove the rest of Mark's cum from my hair. The next 30 minutes was spent talking about Mark and his big 9 inch black cock. Afterwards, I took a quick shower before going to sleep.



Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 03



My name is Katelyn and I have been writing about my experiences as a freshman in college. These stories are as accurate as I can remember them since they took place almost 20 years ago. I enjoy receiving your comments about my writing and don't mind constructive criticism but for any of you flamers, don't waste your time, I'm going to ignore you anyway. For specific requests, I'll keep them in mind for possible future fictional stories but since my current writings are essentially non-fiction, I will not be able to fulfill any requests during this series.

It has been quite a long time since I wrote but I've been busy. This chapter takes place the day after chapter 2.

The next day, I woke up still feeling horny. Mark left me unfulfilled but it was too akward to masturbate with my roommate so close. I resigned myself to taking a quick shower while getting ready for my classes. It wasn't a very productive day as my mind kept wandering off, thinking about Mark and his gorgeous body. I also found myself lubricating at times imagining his big black cock in my pussy and mouth. By the end of my last class, the cotton gusset of my pantyhose was a sticky mess. One of the rare times I wished I wore panties under my pantyhose. 

I called Mark after my last class to find out what he was up to tonight. Unfortunately, I couldn't get a hold of him. I was in a bit of a funk, moping around the dorm before settling in my room to do some studying.

When my roommate Maggie came home, she was all excited. "Kitty, whatever you have planned for tonight, cancel it." 

"Why? Whats up?"

"I ran into Brian, and we started talking. You'll never guess where his brother works." Before I could even offer a guess, she continued "He's a bouncer at The Vault." The Vault was a new dance club that was the 'in' place to be. It was renovated from an old turn of the century bank. One of those grand old banks with a huge foyer, 30 foot ceiling, giant pillars out front and beautiful elaborate stonework. 

"I thought you didn't like Brian."

"Well, actually, I don't. But who cares, he said he could get us into the club. He said he could get his brother to let us in without checking our ID." Maggie was very pretty and she used her looks to get her way without any regard for other people's feelings. It was one of her worst faults but she was still one of my closest friends.

I was starting to get worked up about the idea of going to the club. The legal drinking age in Ontario is 19 which made me, at 18 officially underage. It also made sneaking into nightclubs that much more thrilling. The fact that it was one of the hottest clubs around only enhanced the excitement.

"What should I wear?" I asked, not knowing what was usual for this kind of club.

"Whatever you wear, make sure you dress to impress." Maggie replied grinning.

We had a light dinner before starting to get ready. After showering, I went through my wardrobe looking for a hot outfit. I finally decided on a blue stretch mini dress that hugged my figure like a second skin. I slipped on a thin white bra and ultra sheer nude pantyhose before working on my hair and make-up. Once completed, I squeezed into my dress being careful not to snag my hose. I finished off the outfit with matching blue pumps and a small black purse. 

Brian is about 6 feet tall with dark brown skin. He was a sophmore and played linebacker for the college team. When Brian picked us up, he was wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans and a dark blue sports jacket. Anyone looking at Brian could tell that he practically lived in the weight room even though he was wearing a jacket.

"Wow!" Brian exclaimed when he say the way we were dressed.

Seeing how casual Brian was dressed I asked "Do you think we're over dressed?"

"Hell no. Don't change a thing." he replied with a wide smile which put me at ease.

The three of us headed out to Brian's little Honda Civic hatchback. He opened the door for us and held my hand as I squeezed into the back seat trying futilely to keep the hem of my dress from riding up. Brian then helped Maggie into the passenger seat. At the time I thought he was being a gentlemen but now in retrospect I realize that he was enjoying the little show I unintentionally gave him. I'll never know what Brian saw, but since I wasn't wearing panties under my pantyhose, I suspect he got more than an eyeful. That would explain why after we parked, he rushed over to help Maggie and me out of the car.

Brian led us past the line up and introduced us to his brother Thomas. The obvious resemblance was their builds. Thomas was alittle taller and even more muscle bound than his brother. Beyond that, I could see the family resemblance in their faces though Thomas had his head completely shaved. Thomas was very well suited for his job, I was quite intimidated by his physical presence and demeanor. His tattoos completed his dangerous aura. I couldn't help myself from checking out his impressive body. As Thomas waved us through, he gave me a wink and a knowing smile which made me blush a deep crimson. 

The club lived up to its' reputation. The lighting and decor was awe inspiring and the music reverberated throughout the dance floor. An aura of excitement engulfed the entire room. I soon discovered that I was a bit overdressed but my outfit did draw plenty of admiring glances from almost every man I walked by. Brian didn't seem to like the attention we were getting and he quickly guided Maggie and I to a booth. After we settled in our seats, Brian went to the bar to get us some drinks. 

It didn't take long before a shark came swimming by. A handsome blonde man in a designer suit walked up and started chatting Maggie up. The music was way too loud for me to hear what they were saying but I could tell that Maggie was really attracted to the stranger. Before long, she was out on the dancefloor with him. Even though I was shocked at how callous she was being, I remained silent keeping my feelings to myself.

When Brian returned with the drinks, you could see his face drop at the sight of Maggie dancing with the other man. I felt a little sad for Brian and tried my best to distract him and cheer him up. As we talked, I discovered that he was quite smart for a football player and he had a decent sense of humour.

Brian was only drinking diet coke as he was driving and also had a game the next day. I finished off my brown cow pretty quickly and since it became clear that Maggie wasn't coming back anytime soon, Brian offered me her mimosa before it lost all its' fizz. By the time I finished the mimosa, I was already very tipsy since I was an inexperienced drinker.

I don't know if it was the alcohol, my horniness, or both but I found myself becoming quite attracted to Brian. We were laughing and having a great time. I even managed to get him onto the dance floor for a few songs. 

We were so engrossed with one another that we lost all track of Maggie. I thought I had better find her and make sure she was all right. Using the excuse that I had to use the ladies room, I picked up my purse and walked around the club looking for Maggie. I found her in a corner booth making out with the blonde guy she was dancing with earlier. Breaking up their kiss, I dragged Maggie to the restroom with me.

Waiting in line for the stall, I asked Maggie about her new friend. It turned out that they worked out in the same gym and seen each other many times but never formally met until tonight. She sounded totally infatuated with him and was eager to resume their petting session. I reminded her that Brian couldn't stay too late and suggested she rejoin us. Maggie wasn't having any of that, insisting that she would be fine and not to wait for her. Finishing our business in the restroom, we gave each other a hug before parting. 

On the way back to my table, I noticed Mark by the entrance. I tried to get his attention and started walking over to him when I noticed he had his arm around a very pretty black girl. The sight stunned me and I was frozen in mid step. I watched motionless as they walked out of the club together, Mark's arm around the girl's shoulders. They were gone by the time I realized I wanted to confront him. I considered chasing after him but decided against it thinking it would make me look too desperate and pathetic. I rationalized that we weren't offically a couple and we both could see other people. If I hooked up with Brian, I figured it would get back to Mark since they were teammates and make him jealous. It doesn't make much sense now, but back then in my confused and intoxicated state, it seemed perfectly logical.

Brian was waiting for me at our table with a couple of fresh drinks for us. I sat down next to him and downed half my drink in one large gulp. 

"Did you find Maggie?" Brian yelled into my ear.

"Yeah, she met a friend." I hollared back. "She's getting a ride home from him."

Looking somewhat disappointed he asked "Do you wanna leave then?"

"No, I want to dance." I replied with a wide smile. Brian grinned back as I took his hand and led him onto the dance floor.

We danced much closer now, grinding against one another. Brian also kept complimenting me on my dancing and appearance. At times I thought I could feel his cock starting to get erect through his jeans. The idea of Brian getting a hard on for me made my pussy start to moisten. After 30 minutes or so, I wasing getting hot in more ways than one. 

Returning to our booth, I cooled myself off by finishing the rest of my drink before sitting back down. Brian sat right next to me on my left side putting his arm around my shoulders as he did. Using his left hand to tilt my chin up and towards him, he leaned over and gave me a light kiss. I returned his kiss closing my eyes. Lost in our sensuous kiss, I didn't notice that Brian moved his left hand until I felt it squeezing my thigh through the silky pantyhose. He continued massaging my thigh as we kissed for what seemed like an hour. In reality, it probably was just ten minutes. My pussy was getting really wet as my excitement rose higher and higher. I wanted to reach over and feel Brian's crotch but since we were sitting in a busy club I fought off that temptation.

Finally breaking our kiss, I told Brian "We should go somewhere more private."

Brian quickly agreed as I got up and straightened out my dress. I wondered why Brian didn't get up after me until I saw him writhing his hips under the table and realised he had to adjust his erection within his jeans. We exchanged knowing smiles as I suppressed my laugh to a giggle.

We walked all the way back to his car arm in arm. Since Maggie stayed at the club, I sat in the passenger seat on the way to my dormitory. My dress crept up a little from sitting down revealing alot of leg. I noticed Brian stealing glances at my legs throughout the ride home. I didn't adjust the hemline of my dress since I was enjoying teasing Brian while he drove.

When we arrived at the campus, Brian parked the car and turned off the engine. He looked over and our eyes met holding a deep long gaze. Without saying a word, we knew each others' intent and leaned towards one another. I closed my eyes as our lips met in a light kiss. Brian moved his hand to my right tit and cupped it through my dress. We continued kissing when I started feeling Brian's hand massage my breast firmly. The sensations caused me to moan into Brian's mouth. Feeling that this was getting out of hand and not wanting to put on a show in the parking lot, I reached up and gently held Brian's hand still against my breast.

Breaking our kiss, I asked "Why don't you come up to my room for awhile?"

"What about Maggie?" Brian asked.

"She's having too good a time at The Vault to come back before closing time," and then I added with a sly grin, "If she comes back at all." 

Brian didn't need any more encouragement as he was out his door in a flash and ran over to the passenger side. I had already opened the door but Brian held my hand helping me out of the car. My dress, which was short to begin with, had ridden up and I am sure my pussy was in clear view through the sheer pantyhose. By this time though, I was too horny and intoxicated to care. Part of me also got a thrill out of flashing Brian. After standing up, I pulled the hem of my dress back down before we headed into the dormitory. I didn't mind flashing Brian but I didn't want to display myself for the entire campus to see.

Walking to my dorm room, we passed quite a few other students. There were a number of stares. I don't know if it was from the way I was dressed or that I was bringing a black man back to my dorm room. Nothing was said however, since in Canada the racism is usually more subtle and hidden.

I picked up the pace walking to my room and quickly opened the door. After entering myself, I held the door open for Brian, inviting him into my dorm room.

"Make yourself comfortable Brian." I said as I threw my purse onto my desk and slipped my shoes off. 

Brian slipped off his shoes and removed his jacket. His white t-shirt did nothing to hide his bulging muscles. I stood next to him admiring his rippling biceps as he carefully folded his jacket over a chair. Taking Brian by the hand, I led him to my bed and sat down on the edge.

Brian sat down next to me and leaned over kissing me lightly. His right hand rested on my knee while his left was on the bed helping to keep his balance. His large luscious lips were surprisingly gentle considering his hulking build. We continued kissing lightly for a couple of minutes as his hand slowly inched up my thigh. Wanting this to proceed more quickly, I parted my lips and slipped my tongue forward. Gently tracing his lips, I enticed his tongue out to intertwine with my own. 

Sensing my desire, Brian's hand slid up higher under my dress, stopping just before my crotch. I was sure he could feel the heat emanating from my pussy. His tongue eased between my lips into my mouth. Closing my lips around his tongue, I started sucking on it. Gently at first, then harder and harder. 

Growing bolder, Brian moved his hand to cup my pussy. He started rubbing it through my pantyhose sending shivers through my body. I moaned into his mouth as I reached down between his legs and started rubbing his crotch. His cock was already hard as I started rubbing it through his jeans.

Brian's cock wasn't as big as Mark's but it still felt large and I was anxious to see just how big it was. I was trying my best to grasp Brian's cock through his jeans and stroke his cock but the thick material and our positions made it impossible.

My pussy was already wet before Brian started playing with my clit, now it felt like it was oozing my juices all over the gusset of my pantyhose and onto Brian's fingers. I couldn't wait any longer to see and feel his cock uncovered. Reaching over with both hands, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper. Pulling his shorts away from his body, my prize popped up to attention. Breaking our kiss, I looked down to see Brian's cock. It wasn't as long as Mark's but it looked just as thick. I reached into his shorts and wrapped my hand around it. It felt as wonderful as it looked. The dark skin of his cock constrasting with my porcelain like fingers.

"Suck my cock Kitty." Brian whispered into my ear.

He didn't have to ask as the same thought was already racing through my mind. I bent over and took the head of his cock between my lips. My tongue flickered around the corona as my hand started stroking the shaft. Tightening my lips around his cock head, I began sucking lightly. His precum tasted a little acerbic but my saliva soon diluted the taste away.

"Yesss..." hissed Brian as he leaned back onto his elbows, giving me more room to work.

Brian's thick cock filled my mouth nicely as I took more of it into my mouth. Releasing his shaft, my hand moved down to carress his hairy balls. I started to suck harder as my head began bobbing up and down along his black shaft. The sensations heightened my excitation and had my pussy overflowing with juices.

Sitting beside Brian and bending over to suck his cock was quite akward and I started to get uncomfortable after only a couple of minutes. I reluctantly let his cock slip from my mouth as I slid off the bed onto my knees. As I moved to the floor, I pulled Brian's jeans and shorts down with me, eventually working them off his legs. I then moved in closer, kneeling between his legs, getting into a comfortable position so I could enjoy sucking on Brian's big black cock.

It was a beautiful cock. Just a shade darker than the rest of his body except for the head which was circumsized. Brian's cock was hard as granite and his girth completely filled my mouth. Pushing his legs apart, I moved even closer to take more of his cock into my mouth. Brian moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against my soft palate during my bobbing movements. His reaction added to my excitement and encouraged me to try and take even more of his cock into my mouth. Holding my breath, I pushed my face into his crotch to the point of gagging. As I reflexively pulled off his cock, a strand of mucous connected it to my mouth looking like a tether. I took another deep breath as I sucked on the strand of mucous following it back to Brian's glistening cock. 

"That feels so fucking good Kitty." Brian told me in a loud whisper. 

Taking his cock with my right hand, I steadied it as I glided my tongue along the underside from the base all the way to the tip and then back down to his balls. I repeated the movement several times before taking the head of his cock back into my mouth. Sucking hard on the head of his cock, I looked up to see Brian's eyes staring back down at me. Seeing the look of lust and pleasure in his eyes added to my excitement. Closing my eyes again I continued sucking on the head of his cock while I used my right hand to stroke the shaft. My left hand automatically moved between my legs to rub my pussy which was desperate for relief. The gusset of my pantyhose was so soaked with my juices it almost felt like I wet myself. My thumb was rubbing the nylon against my clit as two fingers pushed the gusset into my pussy. I haven't had sex or even masturbated in a week and my body was screaming for release.

Brian involuntarily started making short thrusts of his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. My right hand kept control of the base of his cock to prevent it from going too deep and making me gag. I could tell that Brian was close to cumming from his low moans and gyrating hips. I felt elated and empowered knowing that he was getting so much pleasure from me. My excitation continued to build from the combined sensations of my masturbating and Brian's big cock thrusting into my mouth. 

I was so horny, my orgasm was already on the verge of breaking as I rubbed my clit faster and faster. Knowing my release was imminent, I lost myself within the overpowering sensations emanating from my pussy and mouth. 

"Kitty, I'm gonna cum!" Brian exclaimed trying to warn me. Even though I heard his voice, the words didn't register with my mind as I was too busy masturbating myself. I kept on sucking on his beautiful black cock and was a little surprised when I felt the first spurt of his cum shoot against my tongue. The second and third spurts followed quickly in succession quickly filling my mouth with his cum. The force of these spurts was incredible and the exhilarating feeling caused my own orgasm to wash over me. As my body quivered from my climax, I lost control of Brian's cock as he continued thrusting into my mouth. The deeper penetration of his cock caused me to reflexively swallow, gulping down the mouthful of cum. 

Brian moaned and grunted as he continued thrusting his cock into my mouth. The remaining spurts were not as large and much weaker, just dripping from his cock onto my tongue. My own orgasm was intense but quite short and my senses soon came back to me. I realized that I was still sucking on Brian's thrusting cock and there was a small pool of cum in my mouth. Having already swallowed most of his cum, I decided to finish what I started and gulped down the remaining cum in my mouth. After Brian finished cumming, I let his cock slip out of my mouth with a soft plop.




Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 03



"Wow Kitty, that was incredible." Brian said with a huge grin as he sat back up on the edge of the bed. I moved back up on to the bed, sitting next to him as I wiped the excess saliva from my lips and chin. 

As I sat next to Brian, my gaze moved down to his softening cock. Still basking in the afterglow of my climax, I admired how beautiful it looked. The rich dark skin glistening with my saliva. I have always loved oral sex but part of me still couldn't believe that I had an orgasm while giving a blow job, obviously a first for me.

Brian offered to reciprocate and eat my pussy but I could tell by his tone that he didn't really want to. I let him off the hook since I already had an orgasm anyway and it was getting late. Even though he wasn't a starter, he still had to be ready for the game the next day. Before he left, he got dressed and promised to call me after the game. I undressed, cleaned myself up and got ready for bed.

I never really believed the stories I heard about black men being great lovers but my recent encounters were quickly changing that. It isn't that they are all skillful lovers since Brian wasn't very experienced but its the exhilaration I have when I'm being fucked by a big black cock or when I'm sucking one. The dark flesh contrasting against my ivory skin is intoxicating. The fact that interracial sex wasn't really socially acceptable even though it was almost the 90's made it all that more exciting.



Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 04



This is the next installment of my awakening during my freshman year in college. I hope you enjoy it. If you find yourself a bit lost with the characters, I suggest you read the earlier chapters for both background and a thrill. 

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When I woke up the next day, I realized that Maggie still hadn't come home yet. I assumed she must have really hit it off with that blonde guy from the bar and spent the night with him. Yet I couldn't help but be a bit worried that something might have happened to her. As I showered and got ready I kept one ear out for the phone to ring, expecting her to call. This was well before the time when cell phones became commonplace. The only portable phones were very expensive and the size of bricks. Maggie eventually called to let me know she was fine and was on her way home.

I was getting hungry since I didn't eat much last night. Unless you count Brian's big black cock and cum of course. Since it was Saturday morning and I was only going to the dorm cafeteria, I didn't bother with any makeup and just pulled my hair into a ponytail with a scrunchie. I was just heading out the door when the phone rang again.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi Kitty, it's Brian.

I replied before thinking, "Hey Brian, I wasn't expecting you to call so early." I was very happy he called but my words didn't match my mood.

"I know it's early, but I wanted to talk to you and I wouldn't have another chance until after the game." he explained.

Wanting to atone for my rude words earlier, I replied "I'm glad you called. I wanted to thank you. I had a great time last night."

"I should be thanking you Kitty, I think I had the better time last night."

"Brian! You devil! I meant at the Vault, though I enjoyed the after party too."

"Speaking about parties, that's why I called. I wanted to catch you before you made any plans for tonight."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"There's another after game party tonight. It's at the same place as last week. I was hoping you could come." Brian answered.

"Sure!" I answered excitedly.

"I'll be with the team though, so I can't pick you up. Are you OK to go there alone?" he asked.

I was alittle hesitant going to a frat party alone so I asked "Can I bring a friend?".

"You mean Maggie? I guess so. Do you remember the address?" 

"Yes, it's in my datebook." I replied.

"Great. I'll see you tonight then." 

"See you tonight Brian."

I ate a quick breakfast after my talk with Brian. When I got back to my room, Maggie was already there. We sat down and talked away about the night before. She was so enraptured by her new guy that I felt comfortable telling her that Brian and I got along great and that we hooked up last night.

We continued talking for an hour, exchanging all the details of our respective encounters. I finished by telling her about the party tonight and asking her if she could come with me. Maggie agreed she would try to make it but she couldn't give me a promise to be there.

With the academic year well under way, we both had papers we had to work on which took up most of the day. Maggie preferred to work in the library while I worked better in my room. It worked out well as we usually stayed out of each others way. It was a productive day and I finished the bulk of my paper by the afternoon. Deciding that I accomplished enough for one day, I put my books away and put on a bit of makeup before heading on out.

I wanted to look sexy for Brian so I went to a mall to do some shopping. I finally decided on a sheer black blouse and black lace teddy. The combo would match a black flared mini skirt I already owned. I considered getting a new pair of boots to go with the outfit but eventually decided that my black knee high boots would work. I owned quite a few pairs of boots already and couldn't justify the cost of getting another pair. Since it was early evening by the time I was finished, I had a quick meal before heading back home to get ready for the party.

When I arrived at my dorm room, I found a note from Maggie. She was bailing out on me to go out with her new boyfriend. I wasn't sure I was still going to go to the party and thought about it for a long time. Eventually I decided that I would go anyway since I really wanted to see Brian again and I went to the trouble to get a new outfit for the party.

A quick shower was followed by shaving my legs. I then used the razor to tidy up my bikini wax which was starting to grow back. This was the late 80's, before brazilian waxing or the shaven look became popular. I like to completely shave my pubic hair now but back then I still had bikini waxing like most women of the time. Needless to say, it took a while to get ready with all the things I had to do.

I started dressing with the lace teddy, followed by a new pair of tan pantyhose, and then snapping the crotch of the teddy closed over the pantyhose. The flared mini skirt was next and the sheer blouse finished my outfit. I spun around in front of the mirror to check myself out. I admired how sexy the lace teddy looked through the sheer blouse. The mini skirt flared out and up when I spun revealing a glimpse of the snap crotch of the teddy which covered my pussy adequately. I had to make sure I was covered enough so when I danced, I didn't flash everyone. The knee high boots and a leather jacket was added before I grabbed my purse and headed out.

The cab dropped me off at the frat house and I entered tentatively. I was alittle uneasy going to the party alone dressed the way I was. Once inside, I took off my jacket revealing my sheer blouse. As I walked through the house looking for Brian, I noticed admiring glances from almost every guy at the party. Many of the faces looked familiar from the previous week but I didn't see anyone I really knew who was there. 

I was heading to the kitchen when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I was surprised to see Mark staring down at me with a big smile. Before I could react, he had placed a beer into my hand.

"Hey Kitty, I was meaning to call you." Mark greeted me.

I was still a bit upset from seeing him with another girl at the Vault and I answered abruptly, "Hi Mark, I'm meeting Brian here. Have you seen him?"

"Brian? He's not coming tonight." he answered.

"What? But I talked to him just this morning." my disappointment was obvious.

"Trust me. He's not going to show tonight. Don't worry though, I'll make sure you have a good time." Mark said grinning.

"What about that girl I saw you with last night?" I replied angrily.

"Where did you see me last night?" he asked.

"I was at the Vault with Brian and I saw you with some black girl." 

Mark stood thinking for a minute before answering, "Oh you mean Claire, she's my cousin. We're just very close." 

A huge wave of relief washed over me and I felt embarrassed to have gotten angry at Mark for the misunderstanding. I immediately felt relaxed and at ease. After taking a large sip from my beer, I then added "I'm sorry Mark, I thought you were going out with that girl." I would find out later that Claire was not Mark's cousin but in fact his long standing girlfriend. At the time though, I heard what I wanted to and Mark was so smooth, I bought the lie hook, line, and sinker.

"Don't worry about it." Mark put his arm around me and led me back to the living room. "You know Kitty, I love that outfit you're wearing."

We sat down on the sofa and talked while I finished my beer. Mark kept his hand on my knee caressing the silky hose. I asked him about the game and how he played. Throughout the talk, he kept on complimenting me how sexy I looked. By the time I finished my beer, I was completely relaxed and starting to enjoy myself. I completely forgot about Brian and why he didn't show up.

Mark was wearing a simple red t-shirt and khaki pants. Despite the simple outfit, he still looked fantastic. Just looking at him made my heart race. We got up to dance for a few songs. Mark danced with a close familiarity, brushing up against me at every chance. His actions made me recall the events from last week and how great a time I had with him. As I danced, the memories washed over me and I could feel my pussy start to lubricate. 

During a slow song, Mark pulled me tightly against his body. His hands pawed my bottom as he whispered into my ear "Damn girl, you're making me hot." 

I could feel his erection bulging through his pants and press against my stomach. I found myself desperate to see his beautiful black cock again. My body aching to feel it in my mouth and stretching my pussy, filling me like no one else has. Mark's hand worked its way under my skirt and started feeling the snap crotch of my teddy, rubbing it against my pantyhose and pussy. My heart was pounding and my breathing becoming labored.

The situation was getting a little out of hand so after the song ended, I asked Mark to get me another beer. He had to adjust his pants before going which made me let out a small giggle. By this time our seats were taken so I found a dark corner to stand in while I waited for Mark to bring our drinks.

Mark quickly returned with a couple of beers. We were both quite thirsty by this time and we made short work of the beers. As I stood against the wall in the corner, Mark wrapped one arm around my shoulders holding me against his body. Using his huge body to shield us from the rest of the room, he leaned down and started kissing me. Not wasting any time, Mark forced his tongue between my lips probing deeply into my mouth. His other hand moved up to cup a breast through my blouse and lace teddy. Luckily the dim lighting and Mark's large frame kept anyone from noticing our activities. 

The alcohol lowered my inhibitions enough that I responded by reaching for his crotch, rubbing his erection through his pants. It felt as big as I remembered and my body was aching to feel it inside me again. My stiff nipples were left unattended as Mark moved his hand between my legs, rubbing my inner thigh. Sliding his hand up along the silky hose, he reached my pussy which by now was soaking wet. After quickly unsnapping the crotch of my teddy, he cupped my pussy using his palm to rub the nylon of my pantyhose against my clit. The sensations shot through me like electricity causing my legs to buckle and me to moan into his mouth. I would have slid to the floor but Mark's strong arms kept me propped up against the wall as he continued rubbing the drenched nylon against my pussy. 

I realized Mark must have caused a run in my pantyhose when I felt him inserting a finger deep into my vagina. My juices were freely flowing now onto his fingers and hand as he worked another finger into me. Mark started thrusting his two fingers in and out of my quivering pussy. The fact that he just ruined a new expensive pair of pantyhose was lost on me as my excitement was building to a crescendo. The situation was completely insane, anyone approaching close enough could easily see what Mark was doing to me. Only the dim lighting in our corner and Mark's large frame was shielding us from the rest of the crowd at the party. For some reason, the danger that we might be caught heightened my excitement.

Suddenly, Mark simultaneously withdrew his fingers from my pussy and broke our kiss. I thought he must have saw someone coming until I heard him whisper into my ear "Taste yourself slut." He brought up his hand and pushed his two fingers into my mouth. I closed my lips around his fingers which were coated with my juices and I started sucking on them.

"That's it, suck on them like you would my cock." Mark said encouragingly.

I found myself enjoying the nasty talk and quickly obeyed. Taking his fingers deeper into my mouth as I rolled my tongue against them. Without the stimulation of being finger fucked, I regained enough of my senses to reach down and undo Mark's zipper. As I continued sucking my juices off of his fingers, I slipped one hand into Mark's pants and managed to grasp part of his cock through his boxers.

Mark continued, "Yeah Kitty, you feel that? That's all for you. You make me so fucking hard."

I tried to stroke his cock but its size and the akward position made it impossible.

Withdrawing his fingers from my mouth, Mark moved his hand back to my pussy quickly resuming his finger fucking. "Tell me what you want." he commanded.

"I want to suck your cock." I rasped.

"What else?" he asked.

"I want you to fuck me." I added.

"Go on." he ordered as he increased the tempo of his finger fucking.

My excitement was building again and I was starting to lose control but managed to gasp "I want to feel you cum inside me." 

"That's my nasty slut. Don't you worry, I'm gonna fuck you good." Mark said as he withdrew his fingers wiping the excess juices on my pantyhosed thigh. 

As I straightened out my skirt, Mark did up his zipper. He then took my hand and led me upstairs. We must have been half way up the stairs when I realized that the snap crotch of my teddy was still undone. With such a short flared mini skirt and a hole in my pantyhose the guys standing at the foot of the stairs must have gotten a nice show. By that time though, I was too inebriated and too horny to care.

We walked through the upper level but didn't enter any of the bedrooms. The guys must have had some kind of system because Mark somehow knew all the rooms were full. He pulled me into the bathroom instead, locking the door behind us.

There was no reason for words. We both knew why we were there. I turned around to face Mark as I started to undo his pants. I pulled his boxers and pants down to his ankles, sliding down to my knees in the process. His magnificent black cock stood erect before my face. I eagerly grabbed his shaft with one hand as I started sliding my tongue up and down its entire length. Pulling his foreskin back, I slipped his cockhead between my lips and started sucking on it. Mark stepped out of his shorts and pants while I sucked on his cock. 

Taking his cock deeper into my mouth, I started a bobbing movement. My left hand held the base of his cock to keep some control to prevent his cock from going to deep while my right hand went down to my pussy to masturbate myself. Mark's beautiful cock was so big I still could only manage to get half of it into my mouth.

Not content with my pace, Mark grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and started shoving his cock into my mouth in short quick thrusts. I kept a firm grip on his shaft with my left hand to help control the depth of his thrusts so I wouldn't gag too much. My mucous coated his cock helping it glide in my mouth more smoothly.

After about ten minutes, Mark pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me up to my feet. "Bend over." was all he said as he turned me to face the sink. I obediently did as I was told, leaning foward onto the sink, still fully clothed. Watching in the mirror, I saw Mark flip my skirt along with the rear snap of my teddy up onto my back as he positioned himself behind me. I widened my stance, opening myself for him. Ripping my pantyhose a bit more, Mark lined up his cock with my pussy and started pushing slowly.

A brief thought flashed through my mind that Mark wasn't wearing a condom, but at this point my body needed to feel his black cock inside me again and the thought was gone. As Mark advanced his cock, he looked into the mirror to watch my facial expressions.

Mark's cock was much bigger than anything that I was use to but luckily his cock was still coated with my saliva and my pussy was so wet that his cock didn't hurt at all. That wonderful intense pressure I remembered from last week was back as he continued advancing until his entire cock was inside of me. I was ecstatic from the sensation of being so full. Mark began slowly moving in and out in long full strokes allowing my pussy to accomodate to his girth. I felt Mark's hands caressing my legs and ass gliding along my silky pantyhose.

It didn't take long before my body was ready for his cock. My eyes caught his in the mirror as I simply said "faster."

A big smile spread across his face as his hands took a firm grip on my hips and his rhythm picked up speed. He was soon pounding into me with breathtaking force and speed. It took all my strength just to keep my balance. 

I was in such a high state of excitement for so long that I was surprised when my orgasm crashed over me suddenly. I cried out as my knees buckled beneath me but Mark's strong grip held me up as he continued driving into me with his big black cock.

"That's it baby, cum on my cock." Mark said a little out of breath from fucking me relentlessly.

The intense pressure from the size of his cock and the continuous thrusting prolonged my orgasm from a cresting wave to a tsunami that had no end in site. My entire body was trembling uncontrollably. Part of me wanted it to continue forever. Part of me didn't think I could take it anymore and that I might pass out. 

I'm not sure if it was one long orgasm or a series of them but the result was the same. I was incoherent by the end of it. I wasn't even aware that he already pulled out of me and was pulling up his pants. I was still standing there bent over the sink in a daze when I finally realized Mark was talking to me.

"Kitty, someone's at the door."

Regaining my bearings, I heard a pounding at the door which made Mark's words register with my consciousness. I reached down and did up the snap crotch of my teddy. It was then that I noticed that the crotch of my pantyhose was drenched and that the wetness continued down the inside of both thighs to my boots. Not having the time to properly clean up, I just straightened out my skirt as Mark opened the door.

I quickly rushed pass whoever was there not wanting to see who it was or be seen by that person. Turning around a corner in the hall, I waited at the top of the stairs for Mark. He stopped to talk to the guy at the door. Glancing at the wall clock I noticed that we were in the washroom for over 30 minutes.By my calculation, my orgasm almost lasted five minutes of real time.

When Mark joined up with me, I told him about my prolonged orgasm and thanked him for the incredible fuck.

"It'll be my pleasure Kitty... after we finish what we started."

"Didn't you cum inside me." I asked.

"We were interrupted, remember?" he answered.

"But then why is my pantyhose so wet?"

"That's all you babe. You were practically gushing around my cock." Mark answered sounding proud of himself.

His comments made my face flush. I wasn't sure whether it was me blushing or aroused by the thought of cumming so hard.

Wanting badly to please Mark, I asked "Where can we go?"

"Let's go to my car." he answered, leading me down the stairs by the hand.

It wasn't my first choice, but we didn't have many options close at hand. We grabbed our jackets on the way out. I found myself relieved that we were leaving since my clothes were a mess and I was sure I smelled of sex.

I followed Mark to his Ford Mustang putting my jacket and purse onto the passenger seat. We then climbed into the back after Mark moved both seats as far forward as they could go. Despite the cramped conditions, Mark managed to strip down in the same time it took me to remove my skirt and unbutton my blouse. I was about to slip off a boot next when Mark told me to leave them on along with the lace teddy. I guess he liked seeing me in my lingerie and the boots.

Mark beautiful black cock was still fully erect as I took it into my hand and started stroking it. He repositioned himself in the seat to get more comfortable. Because of his size, he had to sit at an angle almost taking up most of the rear seats. I leaned down and took his cock into my mouth enjoying Marks moans as I started sucking on it. The sight of his dark skin contrasting against mine was so erotic. One hand stroked the shaft as the other fondled his balls while my mouth continued sucking on the head of his cock. I let my saliva drip down along his shaft, making sure his cock was completely wet.




Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 04



I undid the snap crotch of my teddy as I moved up to straddle Mark's waist. I guided his cock into my pussy as my other hand steadied myself on the seatback. Lowering myself slowly, I impaled myself onto his big cock. Even though it was quite dark, the street lights lit enough for me to see his gorgeous black shaft spreading my pale pink pussy lips.

As I worked myself up and down on his cock, Mark released one of my tits from my lace teddy taking the nipple into his mouth. He cupped the other tit with a free hand massaging it through the lacy material of the teddy.

Mark tried to talk control of our fucking but the confined conditions made it impossible for a man his size to get any real leverage. I did my best to make up for it bouncing on his cock. Unfortunately, I'm no athelete and one of my legs was starting to cramp.

We both came to the conclusion that this wasn't working. Mark took control and had me climb off his cock. He slid down the seat so that he was lying almost lengthwise along the rear seats. Because of his height though, he kept his knees bent and lower legs off the front edge of the seat. He then had me lie on top of him in a 69 position. Even though I've heard of that position, I've never actually done it to that point in my life. 

I quickly grasped the situation and then grasped his big black cock. Taking it into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the head as I fondled his balls with a free hand. After a large breath, I forced his cock into my throat taking it as deeply as I could before gagging. When facing a guys feet, I always found that I could take more of his cock into my mouth. For many of my previous boyfriends, that meant I could deep throat them but for Mark, it meant that I could manage 6 or 7 inches of his cock or a little more than two thirds.

During this time, I felt Mark grab my ass with both his hands as he plunged his tongue into my pussy. My hips were shaking from the wonderful sensations but his strong hands kept my ass still as he worked his tongue in and out and all around my clit and vagina.

As I said before, I love sucking cock. It makes me hornier and when I'm horny, I want to suck cock even more. Now this new position with the added sensations of my pussy being eaten at the same time was magnificent. With my heightening excitement, I found that I could suppress my gag reflex better, taking even more of his cock into my throat. Two of my favorite sex acts, sucking cock and having my pussy eaten combined together had me quickly approaching another orgasm.

Mark must have been enjoying the combined sensations as well. His hips were starting to undulate forcing his cock deeper into my throat. Sensing that he must be close to cumming, added fuel to my fire pushing me beyond the point of no return.

My orgasm washed over me making my body shudder. I cried out in ecstasy but the sounds were muffled by my mouth full of black cock. Mark started to thrust his hips more vigorously and his breathing became more labored. 

Mark stopped tonguing my pussy to let out a loud moan. I just recovered enough from my own orgasm to realize that he was starting his. I pulled my head back a bit from his cock, keeping just the head between my lips. I used my hand to steady his shaft and control his thrusting. Then I felt it, the first spurt of cum splashing against my palate. I just love that sensation. After the second spurt, my mouth felt full of cum since his cock already took up most of the room. To make room for more, I swallowed the cum in my mouth before continuing to suck on Mark's cock head.

"Stroke my cock you slut. Suck all the cum out." Mark commanded.

I quickly obeyed, using my hand to stroke his shaft, milking the rest of his cum out onto my tongue. After I released his cock from my lips, I kept the remaining cum in my mouth and swirled it around with my tongue. It was a bit salty and had a slimy texture but it certainly wasn't offensive. I was starting to get use to it. I then swallowed the cum in my mouth before taking Mark's cock back into my mouth. Sucking gently on his cock as it started to soften, I finally managed to take the entire length into my mouth. I know it's not the same but it still gave me a sense of accomplishment.

We were still in a relatively public place so we both cleaned up a bit and quickly dressed. Mark then drove me home before giving me a kiss goodnight. I dashed through the dorm hallways hoping no one would notice how I looked.



Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 05



My name is Katelyn but I usually go by Kitty. I'm in my late 30s now but when I was 18 and in my first year of college, I earned myself another nick name, Kit Kat. This is the 5th chapter of my memoirs from that time. Luckily, I recorded the details of the events in a diary which I use to keep when I was younger. I had to add some prose and dialogue of course to make the stories more readable.

I wanted to start this chapter by giving more background information on myself. I 'm white of course with dark brown hair which I keep at shoulder length. I am 5'6" and I use to weigh about 130 lbs. Growing up in a small Canadian city, I didn't have much contact with black people. I didn't lead a sheltered life but in terms of fashion and culture, we were a bit behind. I certainly wasn't behind in terms of sexual experience though. My first boyfriend introduced me to oral sex because I didn't want to lose my virginity at the time since I was only 15. Needless to say I loved having my pussy eaten. In fact that was the only way I had orgasms other than masturbation. At first, I learned to give oral sex to reciprocate but I quickly grew to love sucking cock too. The boys would beg and plead for it and would squirm in ecstasy while I sucked their cocks. Having that kind of power over them was intoxicating. My first boyfriend would always warn me when he was going to cum and he taught me to keep stroking his cock right through his orgasm. Seeing his cum spurt out of his penis and feeling the warm fluid run down my hand gave me such a thrill. I eventually gave up my virginity to my first boyfriend to celebrate my sweet sixteenth birthday. It was disappointing to say the least. I was nervous and he didn't last very long. In total, I had three boyfriends during high school of different durations. The sex did get better and the fucking was fun, but I found I enjoyed the oral sex the most. It was also much easier to cover up if we were interrupted by my parents. I grew to love sucking cock so much that I let my last boyfriend convince me to start letting him cum in my mouth before spitting it out. In addition to my three boyfriends, there were almost a dozen other boys who I hooked up with at parties for oral sex when I wasn't going steady. 

My best features were my tits and my long legs. I admit I am no beauty but I made up for it by dressing in tight clothes and short skirts. Wearing hosiery was preferred over bare legs when I was growing up during the 80's. The high school I attended also had a dress code which required girls to wear pantyhose or tights with the school uniform. I grew up wearing pantyhose almost every school day. There are many women who hate pantyhose, but for me, wearing pantyhose or tights feels normal. It is also very practical during the cold Canadian fall and winters. I also developed an intense pet peeve about panty lines as a result of some vicious teasing during high school. Thongs were not around back then and going without underwear, or 'commando', did not seem like an appropriate option. Wearing pantyhose with a built in cotton gusset seemed like the perfect solution for me. I grew so accustomed to wearing pantyhose, I usually wear them with jeans and pants too. About the only time I wear panties is on very hot summer days.

I broke up with my third and last boyfriend after graduation because I was moving to Toronto to attend college. We both knew our relationship wasn't that serious to keep up a long distance romance. So when I started my freshman year, I had clean slate to work with. I hooked up with a few boys for oral sex during frosh week parties but didn't fuck anyone until Mark in chapter one. That was the beginning of a new me but I didn't realize it at the time.

Sunday morning, I awoke feeling a little sore but thoroughly satisfied. I showered, dressed and went for a late breakfast. It was laundry day and I decided to get it out of the way early. As I separated my delicates, I discovered how big a tear Mark made in my new pantyhose from last night. They were quite expensive and I was hoping I could somehow salvage them but they were ruined after only one wear. I loaded up the machine with the regular load before hand washing my hose and lingerie. Back in my room, I was laying out my delicates to air dry when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi Kitty, I wanted to apologize for last night." Even though he didn't say who it was, I recognized Brian's voice.

I replied angrily, "You mean for standing me up."

"I kept calling you all afternoon but nobody answered." Brian tried to explain. I remembered that I went out shopping during that time. 

"You should have kept trying. I was shopping for an outfit to impress you." I continued tersely. I wanted him to know what he missed.

"I tried again when I got home around ten but you must have gone by then." Brian then continued, "I hope you and Maggie still had a good time."

"Maggie couldn't make it either but at least she left a note." I continued my bitter tone, "I only went to the party to see you."

"I'm really sorry Kitty, I would have gone if I could." Brian sounded genuinely sincere.

"Well, what else was so important then?" I asked.

"Didn't Mark tell you?" Brian asked in return.

"Tell me what?"

Brian replied "I broke my leg in the game. I was stuck in the hospital for hours."

A huge wave of guilt crashed over my superiority bringing me down several pegs. I was too flustered to respond. 

After a long pause, Brian spoke "Kitty? Are you still there?" 

It was now my turn to be humble "I'm sorry Brian, are you okay? I mean how's your leg?"

"The doctor put a cast on. He said I'll need it for about six weeks."

"Does it hurt?" I asked before realizing what a stupid question it was.

"Yeah, especially when I try to move around."

I felt so guilty, I wanted to make up for treating Brian so harshly. "Why don't I drop by and bring you some lunch then?"

"No, it's okay, I can make it to the cafeteria on my crutches." Brian protested.

"It's no bother, I'll be there around one." I persisted.

Brian relented, "Well, okay. It'll be nice to see you again." 

Realizing that I had to start to get ready, I finished our conversation "See ya soon, bye."

I already showered but I had to do up my face and hair. After finishing my makeup, I removed my t-shirt and sweatpants. I slipped on a black bra and pantyhose. Over that I wore a tight purple sweater and black stretch pants. I pulled on a pair of ankle boots and grabbed my purse before heading out. 

Picking up a pair of Subway sandwiches, I made my way over to Brian's dorm. Even though I've never been there, it was easy enough to find. Brian's roommate answered the door and let me in. We briefly introduced ourselves before he excused himself, picking up a big duffle bag on his way out. Brian was sitting in his bed with his casted leg elevated on some pillows.

"Hi Brian, I hope he's not leaving because of me." 

"Nah, he goes home every Sunday for dinner," and then Brian added "I think his mother still does his laundry."

Brian was dressed in a white t-shirt and baggy black shorts. The t-shirt wasn't especially tight but because of Brian's massive muscles, the shoulders and arms were still stretched taut. Despite his dark brown skin, I could still see some of the bruising on the exposed skin between his cast and his shorts. 

I slipped off my boots and dropped my purse on the floor next to them. The room was a bit messy but not too bad compared to some of the dorm rooms I've seen. Sitting on the chair next to Brian's bed, I handed him his drink and sandwich. We talked about the game and his injury while we started eating. The conversation continued on to school as we finished our food. Over the next hour, we talked about a variety of different topics eventually leading to music. Brian suggested I pick out some music to play.

Moving to the other side of the small room, I bent over to look at Brian's music collection. Not recognizing many of the artists, I had trouble picking something to play. Since my back was to Brian, I turned my head to ask him a question. Before saying anything though, I noticed that Brian was staring at my ass. Feeling impish, I resumed looking through the cassettes without asking my question. I took my time making sure he got a good show.

While I was choosing some music, Brian slid over on the bed. After I turned around, he asked "Why don't you sit here next to me?"

I sat sideways on the bed facing him with one leg tucked under myself. Brian leaned forward reaching with one hand to cradle my face. With the slightest of tugs, I felt myself drawn to him. I closed my eyes as I leaned forward, our lips meeting in a soft kiss. Brian's hand moved from my face caressing my skin down my neck to end up resting on my shoulder. We kissed for a few minutes before Brian's hand started moving again, sliding down to cup a breast. He started squeezing my breast gently using his thumb to rub my hardening nipple through my bra and sweater. Stating to get excited, I slipped my tongue into Brian's mouth to twirl around his. Brian responded by massaging my breast firmly and intensifying the pressure of our kiss.

With my passion building, I noticed that my pussy was starting to get wet. Wanting to know if Brian was equally excited, I reached between his legs. Feeling his hard cock straining against his shorts further fuelled my flame. I started rubbing his cock through his clothes as we continued our deep kiss. Brian obviously liked that as he thrust his tongue deeply into my mouth. I began sucking on his tongue as if it were his cock. After a prolonged spell, Brian finally broke our kiss.

"Damn, I wish my leg wasn't broken. I want to fuck you so bad." Brian said in a throaty voice.

Hearing him say those words made me recognize how much I wanted to fuck him too. 

Pulling my sweater off over my head I replied "I want you too. I'll have to stay on top." 

Brian didn't need any more encouragement as he whipped off his t-shirt as I undid my bra.

"Beautiful." was all Brian said when I slid my bra off and threw it onto the chair next to the bed.

Brian leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth as his strong arms pulled me a little closer to him. My eyes closed as I rolled my head as I enjoyed the incredible sensations. I felt his tongue flickering around my nipple as his thick lips sucked on my tit. As Brian moved from one breast to the other and back again, my fingers traced the outline of his gorgeous muscles on his back gliding on the smooth dark brown skin.

Releasing his grip on me, Brian moved back up to give me a short kiss before whispering "I have some condoms in my desk drawer."

Getting up off the bed, I quickly walked over to the desk to find a condom. On the way back I saw Brian pulling down his shorts and briefs. His beautiful black cock sprung free and was fully erect. He managed to slip his clothes off his good leg easily enough but struggled with the broken leg because of the cast on it. I took hold of his shorts and briefs and carefully worked them over his cast and off his leg. Discarding them onto the floor, I then helped Brian reposition himself on the bed and removed the pillows from under his broken leg so that he was lying completely flat.

As I moved back towards the head of the bed, I trailed my hand up along the inside of Brian's good leg. Reaching his groin, I gently caressed his cock and balls as I admired how erotic the dark brown skin contrasted with my ivory white fingers. Next I grasped his cock by the shaft and began a slow stroking motion. Some clear liquid seeped out of his urethra which must have been his precum. I bent over the bed and drooled some saliva onto his cock to help lubricate it as my hand continued slowly stroking the shaft. Using both hands now, I worked the saliva and precum mixture all over his cock and balls. I had already decided that I wanted to suck Brian's cock a little before we fucked so I was getting it ready. Wanting to see if I could take all of his cock into my mouth, I knew that I had to get it very wet and slippery. Now Brian has a big cock but mostly in terms of thickness. He wasn't much longer than an average sized penis but it was very thick. 

I bent further down and started sliding my tongue up and down the entire length of the beautiful black cock in my hands. Turning my head a bit, I looked up to see Brian's reaction. He was propped up on his elbows and looking at me with a look of pure lust. Slipping the head of his cock into my mouth, I used my tongue to swirl around the head while I created some gentle suction. Slowly I took more of his cock into my mouth as I increased the intensity of the suction.

Brian reached over and started rubbing my ass through my clothes. Feeling him pulling at my ass, I repositioned my body so that I was kneeling at the edge of the bed by his chest. I managed to do the entire manoeuvre without letting his cock slip out of my mouth. Brian's hands moved from my ass and started rubbing directly over my pussy. The thin material of my stretch pants and pantyhose didn't give me any insulation from Brian's hand. I'm sure he could feel every fold of my vagina and how wet I was. My pussy's response from his hand caused ripples throughout my body. 

I started forcing Brian's cock deeply into my mouth, trying to take his entire length. With my concentration focused on controlling my breathing and suppressing my gag reflex, I didn't notice that Brian must have pulled down my pants and pantyhose until I felt him inserting a finger into my pussy. I pushed my ass back onto his finger inviting him to do more. He slipped a second finger into my pussy and started to finger fuck me. That made it nearly impossible for me to fully concentrate on deep throating his thick black cock. I changed my goal and decided to just enjoy sucking Brian's cock as he continued to finger my pussy. Bobbing my head faster and faster, I couldn't keep the suction going which made my saliva to run down along the shaft and onto Brian's balls.

I felt Brian withdraw his fingers from my pussy as he said "You're gonna make me cum soon if you keep that up."

Part of me wanted to keep sucking Brian's cock and get the thrill of seeing and feeling him cum. The other part still wanted to feel his big black cock inside my pussy. Since Brian and I haven't fucked yet, my pussy won the debate and I released his cock from my mouth. Standing up, I quickly slid my pants and pantyhose down the remaining part of my legs before kicking them off my feet. Then I picked up the condom I got earlier from the chair and sat back down on the edge of the bed. Undoing the wrapper, I pulled the condom out from the packaging. Brian held his cock upright for me as I slid the condom onto his cock. It was a bit tricky since his cock was still glistening from my saliva and quit slippery.

Getting up onto the bed, I moved to straddle Brian's torso while on my knees. Looking down I reached for his cock with one hand as my other hand steadied myself on his chest. Directing his cock towards my pussy, I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I watched intently as the lighter brown skin of the circumcised head spread apart my pink pussy lips before disappearing inside of me. As more of his cock entered my pussy, I felt myself being stretched by the thickness of his cock. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the delicious sensations of feeling so full. I continued lowering myself until our groins met and his cock was completely inside me. With my eyes still closed, I paused for a minute to let my pussy adjust to his size. I felt Brian grab both of my breasts and start squeezing them firmly.

Having just fucked Mark last night, it didn't take me long to adapt to Brian's size. I started moving myself up and down on his cock, rolling my hips slowly. Even though I know Brian's cock isn't as big as Mark's, it sure felt just as big. The same wonderful intense pressure was sending waves of pleasure throughout my body with each stroke.

Brian started squeezing my tits roughly as I picked up speed and rocked my hips quickly. My excitement was building quickly and I reached down with one hand to play with my clit to speed it along. That was all it took for my orgasm to burst over me shattering my senses. By now I was bouncing on Brian's cock causing the bed to squeak. Suddenly, Brian wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him in a tight bear hug, his cock still deep inside my pussy. Since my body was still quivering with aftershocks, I didn't struggle and just lay on top of Brian enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm.

Opening my eyes, I saw that Brian was grimacing. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"The movement was hurting my leg." he answered releasing his bear hug.

I then realized that my bouncing must have been too vigorous for the new fracture. "Oh Brian, I'm sorry. I got carried away."

"That's okay, but I think that we should stop." Brian said sounding disappointed.

"Let me make up for it." I said as I slid off his still hard cock. Not waiting for an answer, I quickly turned around and grabbed his cock. Ripping off the condom, I took his cock back into my mouth.

Wanting to make sure Brian enjoyed himself, I spent the next 30 minutes making love to his black cock with my mouth. Slowly at first with a lot of tongue work. Several minutes attempting to deep throat his cock followed. I came ever so close but the thickness of his cock made it impossible. Picking up speed next as my head bobbed on his cock while my hand fondled his balls. Brian would start to gyrate his hips when he got close to cumming which only made me slow down again. After a couple of minutes of sucking his cock slowly, I would pick up the pace again. Then when I sensed that he was close, I backed off. I managed to bring him to the brink without cumming 4 times. My mouth was starting to get very tired and my jaw was starting to ache so on the fifth time, I didn't let up.

Brian managed to rasp out a warning, "Kitty, I'm cumming!"

This time I was fully aware that Brian's cock was about to erupt. I had already decided that I wanted to feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, his cum spurting against my tongue. The only surprise was the volume of his cum. I must have felt at least half a dozen large spurts shoot into my mouth. I had to swallow several times to keep it from leaking out. I continued sucking his cock right through his orgasm until I felt his cock completely stop throbbing.

Brian pulled me up to lie next to him. We kissed and cuddled for awhile before cleaning up. I separated my pantyhose from my pants before straightening them out and slipping them back on. After pulling on my stretch pants, I put on my bra and sweater. We spent the rest of the afternoon watching a football game on TV together.



Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 06



With the weekend over, I tried to apply myself to my studies again. It was difficult to concentrate though. The sex with Mark was incredible and I found myself fantasizing about him several times a day. I had my first vaginal orgasms from fucking his beautiful black cock. The intensity of those orgasms were in a completely different league than the ones I had from getting my pussy eaten. Even though Mark and I had very little in common and he didn't treat me very well, I found myself yearning to see him again. Brian on the other hand, was a gentleman. The sex with him was great too but not quite as mind numbing as the sex with Mark.

I tried calling Mark several times each day over the next few days. It seemed impossible to reach him with the number he gave me. A small part of me wondered if it was his real phone number at all. I quickly suppressed that idea because I didn't want to believe it. So despite calling at different times throughout the day, I was never able to reach Mark. That made it all the more surprising when he called me the following Wednesday. He asked me out to go see a movie and of course I readily agreed. We chatted a bit before discussing the details of our date.

That evening, I spent over an hour getting ready. I wanted to look nice for Mark and spent a long time deciding what to wear. Wanting to look hot but not overdressed, I finally settled on a simple black dress with a flower print on the skirt which ended several inches above the knee. Underneath, I wore a push up bra to create a lot of cleavage which went very nicely with the fairly low neckline of the dress. Tan pantyhose and black knee high boots completed the outfit. Since the fall weather was getting cooler, I was forced to wear a jacket. I left the jacket open of course since I wanted to make sure Mark got a good view of my chest. I knew I achieved the desired effect when Mark complimented me immediately after I opened the door. We were running late so we went straight to his car. Mark got into the driver seat first before leaning over and unlocking the passenger door. 

During the drive to the theatre, I stole glances at Mark's crotch to see if I could make out the bulge of his big cock. He was wearing very loose jeans so it wasn't obvious but I could still make out the outline of his cock. We made some small talk during the ride but I had trouble concentrating on the topic since I was daydreaming of Mark's gorgeous black cock. The trip was quite short as Mark sped to the theatre.

We must have been quite late since Mark rushed from the parking lot to the theatre towing me along behind him. After quickly buying the tickets, he asked if I wanted anything from the concession stand. I politely declined and we headed straight into the theatre.

My eyes adjusted to the dim lighting as we entered the theatre. Since the feature was several weeks old and it was Wednesday, there were only about two dozen people scattered about the theatre. Mark walked directly to the back with me in tow. Sitting in the back row off to one side, I noticed that the nearest couple was several rows ahead and in the middle section of the theatre. I slid off my jacket and placed it in the seat next to me along with my purse. Mark had taken his jacket off to and placed it in the seat on the other side of him. I adjusted the hem of my skirt as I sat down to Mark's right side, crossing my legs towards him. Even though it was very dark, I could still see the outline of his muscles beneath his t-shirt. The sight of him still made my heart skip a beat. With his height and bulk, he completely filled his seat. Mark had to sit with his legs spread apart so his knees wouldn't hit the seat in front of him. His arms completely overlapped the armrests and hung over my seat as well. I took advantage of his position by hooking my arm around his and leaned onto his shoulder. Mark responded my placing his hand on my right knee.

As I watched the film, Mark's hand crept up my leg and he started lightly massaging my thigh. I wasn't particularly interested in the action movie Mark selected. I only went because I wanted to see him again. Focusing on the movie became more and more difficult as I started getting aroused by Mark's hand caressing my thigh. When I looked over though, Mark appeared engrossed in the film, oblivious to the effect his hand was having on me. Instead of watching the movie, I started daydreaming about his big black cock again. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen up to that point in my life. I estimated it must have been close to nine inches in length. It was so thick my fingertips barely touched when I wrapped my hand around it. The head, which was a lighter brown, would peek out from the dark black foreskin when Mark became erect. The strongest memory of course was how completely filled I felt when it was inside my pussy. 

Mark's hand on my thigh and my thoughts continued to make me more excited and my pussy more wet. I became a little restless and uncrossed my legs. Mark must have misunderstood my movement as he took his hand off my leg and placed it on the armrest between us. Wanting to entice him to replace his hand onto my thigh, I parted my legs slightly so my left leg rested against his right. After a few minutes, It was obvious that Mark didn't get my hint. I decided to be more forward and took his hand and placed it onto my left thigh. Mark glanced over to me with his gorgeous smile as his hand started caressing my thigh again. That had the desired effect on us both. My juices were starting to really flow and Mark was losing interest in the movie and was paying more attention to me. His hand slowly worked its way up my leg pushing the hem of my skirt up with it. Soon his hand was at the top of my thigh within an inch of my pussy. Mark must have wanted to tease me since his hand stopped it's ascent there. My skirt was bunched up in front against his hand but there wasn't anyone nearby to see what was going on anyway. I was starting to go crazy as Mark's fingers continued to caress my inner thigh right next to my pussy but without touching it. My breathing quickened and became deeper as I grew more and more excited.

This seemed to go on forever. I finally couldn't take the teasing anymore and decided to do something about it. Without any warning, I quickly slid down in my seat several inches causing my skirt to rise up even higher. More importantly, I caught Mark by surprise so his hand didn't move when I did. This left his hand directly over my pussy, just where I was hoping it would be. Taking my cue, Mark started rubbing my pussy through the nylon of my pantyhose. He didn't waste any time as he used his palm to quickly rub my clit as his fingers pushed the gusset of my pantyhose into my vagina. The intense sensations made me moan out loud and my body quiver momentarily. It was fortunate that the loud action sequence in the movie drowned out my moan because I wasn't able to stifle it myself.

I had closed my eyes to concentrate on the wonderful feelings radiating from my pussy as Mark continued to rub it. Feeling incredibly horny, I reached down and used my nails to tear a hole in my pantyhose through the gusset. Mark immediately inserted two fingers into my pussy and started finger fucking me. After adjusting the position of his hand, Mark used his thumb to rub the nylon against my clit as his index and middle fingers worked in and out. The friction from the nylon on my clit was quickly bringing me close to an orgasm. I started imagining Mark's exquisite black cock again. How thick it felt as I held the shaft and stroked it. How it felt hard and soft at the same time against my tongue. How easily the head would fill my mouth as I sucked on it. I imagined how Mark would moan as he got close to cumming and how he groaned when he came. How his cock would jerk and throb as it erupted in my mouth, sending spurts of cum splashing against my tongue. The thought of Mark cumming in my mouth drove me over the edge causing me to shudder and gasp with my orgasm. 

While still riding my euphoria from my climax, an idea crossed my mind. I reached down with both hands pulling Mark's hand up to my face. Turning his head, Mark looked to see what I was doing. While staring into his dark eyes, I slowly parted my lips and guided his hand to my mouth. Next, I slipped the two fingers he had in my pussy into my mouth. Closing my lips, I started sucking on them tasting my own juices as I continued staring into Mark's eyes. I remembered from our previous encounters how he liked making me taste myself. 

"Hell yeah, that's my nasty slut." Mark said loudly. Fortunately, the movie was loud enough that I was sure that no one else heard him. Two weeks ago, I would have been offended by the language but now, I took it as a big compliment. In fact, the dirty talk made me more excited as I continued sucking on Mark's fingers.

"I've got something else for you to suck on slut." Mark said as he used his left hand to cup his crotch.

Letting his fingers slip out of my mouth, I answered "Not here, someone might see."

"You get me all worked up and then leave me like this?" He half asked and half stated while taking my left hand and placing it on his crotch.

I could feel his erection through his jeans easily. It felt even bigger than I remembered. My mind was whirling with conflicting ideas. A part of me was dying to take Mark's magnificent cock out of his jeans. I was yearning to see it again, to hold it in my hands, to feel it in my mouth, to taste him again. The other part of me was worried that we were in a public place and anyone turning around could see us. There wasn't anyone in the theatre that I knew, but at the same time I didn't want to appear like a whore even to strangers. As I was deliberating, I realised that my hand already grasped Mark's cock and started stroking it through his jeans. I've never done anything remotely like it and I couldn't believe I was seriously considering sucking his cock in public.

"Go ahead Kitty, I know you want to. No one's looking, they're all watching the movie." Mark goaded.

Looking into his eyes and seeing his lust sealed my decision. I looked around to make sure everyone was watching the movie before reaching over to undo Mark's button fly jeans. Reaching under his boxers, I was unable to pull his huge black cock free from his shorts. I repositioned myself to sit almost sideways at the edge of my seat facing Mark. My skirt bunched up around my waist, leaving only the thin nylon of my pantyhose covering my pussy. By that time, I didn't care that the gusset was already completely soaked from my juices and had a small hole torn in it from earlier. Reaching over, I pulled down on Mark's boxers and jeans together. Realizing what I was doing, Mark lifted his hips up, allowing me to pull them down several inches. Now his clothes were low enough that I was able to pull his cock out above his boxers. It was as beautiful as I remembered. Even in the darkened theatre I could make out our contrasting skin, the ivory white of my fingers wrapped around his thick jet black shaft. I stared at it mesmerized as I pulled down on the shaft causing the foreskin to retract exposing the lighter skin of his cock head. My left hand slowly stroked the shaft as my right hand pushed his boxers lower to free his scrotum as well. The stroking caused a drop of precum to appear at the tip of Mark's cock. Leaning over the arm rest, I lightly licked the head of his cock picking up the drop of precum from the tip. After briefly swirling it around in my mouth, I leaned down further slipping the head of Mark's cock into my mouth. Considering the girth of his cock, I could only comfortably take about a third of it in my mouth. The best I managed previously was almost 7 inches before I gagged. At this time though, I just sucked on the head using my tongue to swirl around the glans. My left hand stroked his shaft as my right slipped under his scrotum to caress his balls.

"Yesss..." Mark hissed in approval as I increased the tempo of my stroking. I then felt his hand on the back of my head gently pushing down. Relaxing my jaw and doing my best to suppress my gag reflex, I took more of his cock into my throat. Holding my breath, I kept his cock as deep and as long as I could manage without retching while my right hand continued caressing his hairy black balls. Some of my saliva drooled out of my mouth and down along his shaft to my left hand. When I pulled up to catch my breath, I spread my saliva over Mark's entire cock making it glisten in the light from the movie screen. I briefly admired his cock while stroking it before taking it back into my mouth. Taking a deep breath, I repeated the process trying to swallow more of his cock. Unfortunately, in my awkward position, I was unable to do any better than my previous attempts.

The arm rest was digging into my chest as I continued sucking on Mark's cock so I moved to a kneeling position on my seat. With my new position and low cut neckline, Mark must have had a great view of my tits. I lost track of what he was doing until I felt his hand slip under my dress and start rubbing my ass through my pantyhose. Wanting to make Mark cum, I sucked hard on his cock head while I stroked his shaft as fast as I could. We both continued on like this for a few minutes before I felt two fingers being inserted into my pussy through the tear in my hose. My vagina was still quite wet from my earlier orgasm so Mark's fingers slipped in easily. The wonderful sensation made me moan around the big black cock in my mouth. Even though I already had an orgasm, sucking on Mark's cock made me even hornier than I was before. My pussy was aching to get some of what my mouth was getting.

I released Mark's cock from my mouth so I could say "Let's go back to your car."

"What about the movie?" Mark asked.

"Forget the movie, I want you bad. I need to feel you inside me." I pleaded.

"Sure babe, lets go." he answered as he pulled up his boxers and jeans.

I straightened out my hair and dress as Mark did up his jeans. Then we both grabbed our jackets and headed out the theatre. We just held hands until we entered the elevator to the underground parking. Once alone in the elevator, I turned to Mark and started rubbing his cock through his jeans with my free hand. He leaned down to kiss me shoving his tongue into my mouth. We were interrupted by the elevator chime signalling our arrival on our parking level.

After the doors opened, we rushed out of the elevator and walked quickly towards Mark's car. On the way, Mark took a sharp detour pulling me along by my hand. He led me to a blind corner of the parking garage partially hidden in shadow. Before I could ask him where we were going, he pinned me to the wall and kissed me deeply forcing his tongue into my mouth again. I felt one of his hands slide under my skirt and start rubbing my pussy which made me drop my jacket and purse onto the ground. Still soaking from our earlier escapades, Mark easily slipped two fingers through the tear in my pantyhose and into my vagina. Closing my eyes, I lost myself in his kiss as he continued to finger fuck me. My heart was racing, my body was tingling and my pussy was oozing juices around Mark's fingers.

Mark worked a third finger into my pussy as his kisses trailed down to my neck. Opening my eyes, I quickly looked around for any other people. After making sure there was no one nearby, I undid Mark's jeans as he continued to finger fuck me. My fingers fumbled a bit with his buttons because of the awkward position of our bodies and the distraction of the fingers inside of me. Mark either grew impatient with my fumbling or he was as excited as I was because he broke our kiss and used his free hand to help lower his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

Taking his fingers out of my pussy, Mark reached down with both hands to widen the tear in the crotch of my pantyhose. He then hooked his hands under my legs and lifted me up keeping me pinned against the wall. Moving in closer, he lowered me slightly so his cock was rubbing against my pussy lips through the remnants of the thin nylon. As he sawed his cock along the outside of my pussy, my juices flowed freely onto his shaft getting it nice and wet.

It took only a few minutes of this teasing before I couldn't stand it anymore, "Fuck me Mark." I asked.

"What if someone comes by?" he continued teasing me.

"I don't care, I need you inside me... please." I begged.

Lifting me higher, Mark tried to line up his cock with my pussy but missed the first couple of attempts. This time, I was the impatient one as I reached down with one hand to guide his cock inside me. Once Mark felt his cock start to spread my pussy lips, he lowered me quickly impaling me on his big black cock. Despite being soaking wet, the sudden plunge of his cock still hurt making me cry out in pain. Even though we fucked before, I still wasn't used to his size. Mark didn't give me any time for my pussy to adjust to his cock before he started working his cock in and out in long slow strokes. The initial pain soon subsided giving way to the intense pressure that I love of being completely filled.

Once I got use to Mark's size, I started grinding my hips along with his thrusts encouraging him to increase his tempo. Before long, Mark was almost bouncing me up and down on his cock. The act of fucking in public with the possibility of getting caught seemed to heighten my excitement. When combined with Mark's big black cock and powerful thrusts, I was fast approaching an intense orgasm.

"Cum with me Mark. I want you to cum in my pussy." I managed to gasp aloud.

"Fuck yeah, cum on my cock. Cum for me my nasty little slut." Mark panted.

Then as if on cue, I came. My entire body was spasming as a gush of fluid drenched Mark's cock and balls. I think I cried out in ecstasy but I was too lost in my orgasm to remember. Mark continued to pound into me prolonging my ecstasy. It was all I could do to hang on to Mark, my arms around his neck. Mark still supported my weight by hooking his arms under my legs even though they were quivering like jelly. The fact that we were in a public place was completely forgotten. At that point, I wouldn't have cared if we were being televised.

"Get ready bitch, I'm getting close." Mark said breathlessly, his voice bringing me back to my senses.

"Yes baby, cum for me." I replied.

All of a sudden, Mark released my legs lowering me to the ground. "On your knees." he ordered as he pushed down on my shoulder forcing me to comply. Still in a daze from my orgasm, I couldn't resist even if I wanted too. Mark started stroking his cock, aiming it at my face. Realizing that he was about to cum, I moved to take his cock into my mouth. I wasn't fast enough however as his first spurt erupted into my eye. My eyes closed reflexively but the shock caused me to recoil slightly. I felt the second spurt land on my nose shortly after the first. The third one followed hitting my chin. With my eyes still closed, I felt Mark pushing his cock into my mouth. Closing my lips around the head of his cock, I began sucking on it as Mark continued stroking the remaining cum into my mouth. I was surprised by the amount of cum he still had even after the large spurts on my face.

"That's a good slut, suck me dry." Mark commanded.

I kept my eyes closed so that the cum wouldn't seep into it and I was a little disappointed that I couldn't see Mark's face and his expression when he was cumming. By the time his cock stopped twitching, my mouth was full of his cum. I swirled it around in my mouth with my tongue briefly before swallowing it with a large gulp. It was fairly salty but by now, I was quite use to the taste. Mark pulled his cock out of my mouth as I reached up with my hand and wiped the cum from my eye.




Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 06



"You look so fucking sexy when you do that." Mark commented.

"Do what?" I asked.

"When you swallow my cum." Mark answered.

I looked up at Mark with a wide smile elated from my wonderful orgasm and the knowledge that I could satisfy him so well. Seeing him pulling up his boxers and jeans, I thought that I had better make myself presentable as well. Still on my knees, I reached over and grabbed my purse. Taking some Kleenex out I wiped the remaining cum from my face. Looking down, I noticed some cum on my dress right over my chest. I did my best to soak that up from my dress, but some of it already soaked into the material. I silently cursed myself and hoped that the stain would wash out. 

"Come on Kitty, I'll drive you home." Mark said as he helped me up to my feet. 

I straightened out my hemline before following Mark back to his car. After getting into the driver's seat, Mark leaned over and unlocked the passenger door for me. I sat myself down with my jacket and purse on my lap before reaching up to pull down the passenger side visor. Looking into the vanity mirror I was shocked to see what a mess my face was. Even though I wiped the cum off, my makeup was completely ruined. I took some more Kleenex to wipe off what little remained of my make up. 

"What a mess. I look horrible now." I complained.

"You look fine." Mark replied.

"I'm on the pill, you don't have to pull out, you can cum inside me." I told him.

"But I like cumming in your mouth. Most girls don't swallow. It looks so fucking hot. I just love it." Mark told me.

For some strange reason, that fact caused a warm glow to wash over me. Maybe it was the fact that I could offer something to Mark that other women wouldn't. I was so happy and satisfied, I forgot the mess he made of my face and dress as well as the fact that he ruined another pair of pantyhose. 

I tried my best to wash the cum stain from my dress as soon as I got back to my dorm room. It looked alright but I wouldn't be sure until the next day after it dried. It was a weekday and I had early classes the next day so I took a quick shower before getting ready for bed. Needless to say, I slept like a baby that night.



Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 07



Thanks for all the positive feedback about my stories. It's been quite some time since my last posting so I'll mention again that these events occurred almost twenty years ago in my first year of college. They are as accurate as possible being derived from my old diary and my memories. The events are real though the minute details and dialogue have been coloured by nostalgia. Rather than summarizing the previous chapters, I'll continue from where I left off. If you feel lost, please refer to the previous stories. The next two chapters are so closely linked that I decided to put them together into one long chapter divided into two parts.

Chapter 7a

I didn't hear from Mark for the rest of the week. I was upset of course but I convinced myself it was because of his practice schedule. In contrast, Brian and I talked almost every day that same week. We kept the talk light and friendly, mostly about school and music. I got the sense that Brian wanted to meet but he didn't ask directly and I didn't bring it up myself. A conflict raged within me. I've had several boyfriends but never more than one at a time. Now I've been fooling around with two guys for the last two weeks even though I wouldn't consider either of them my boyfriend. The sex has been the best of my life and I wanted much more but a part of me felt that I should make a choice between them. It would be an easy choice if Mark liked me as much as I liked him. 

I learned from Brian that the football team had an away game that Saturday. The team would be leaving Friday afternoon and won't be back until Sunday. I thought that with his broken leg Brian wouldn't be going but he was still going to make the trip to support his team-mates. I wasn't looking forward to the weekend alone thinking about how much I would miss them.

Friday evening finally arrived marking the end of another week of classes. Maggie was in our room waiting for me when I came back from dinner. I knew something was up because she was being nice and sweet. She wanted to meet her new boyfriend at the Vault that night and wanted someone to go with her so she wouldn't look desperate. I didn't have anything else planned so I decided that I might as well tag along. The problem of course was that being only 18, we were still under the legal drinking age of Ontario. Maggie knew that Brian and I had become friends and was hoping that I could persuade him to get us into the club again. His brother was a bouncer at the bar and snuck us in last week. She felt too embarrassed to ask herself, especially the way she ditched him last week. 

I called Brian and was lucky enough to catch him before he left the city. He didn't sound thrilled with the idea of Maggie and me going to the club alone but he still agreed to ask his brother. Brian called back saying that he couldn't reach his brother but did leave him a message and that we shouldn't have any problems getting in. I thanked him and promised to make it up to him when he returned Sunday. 

Maggie was elated with the news and started going through her closet looking for what to wear that evening. Even though I had more important things to do, I ended up joining her in what ended up being a mini fashion show. Maggie eventually decided on a sleeveless red dress which went down to a few inches above her knee. She had on some sheer black hose and borrowed my knee high black boots. Maggie was much prettier than I was and looked stunning in that outfit. In order to compete, I knew my dress had to be tighter, my skirt shorter, and my neckline lower. I had a black stretch mini-dress that would work. It had a wide scooped neckline and the hem ended at mid thigh. The dress was tight enough to outline whatever I wore beneath it so I chose a lacy black bra and shiny tan pantyhose. To complete the outfit, I wore a pair of black high heeled sandals. Opened toe shoes and hose may be a fashion faux pas now but in the 80's it was quite acceptable as long as the hose had a sheer toe. The weather was unseasonably warm for a late October evening so we went without jackets. 

There was already a sizeable line up waiting to get into the Vault by the time our cab dropped us off. Dressed the way we were, we got a lot of looks from the men standing in line. We walked up to the front of the line looking for Brian's brother, Thomas. Imagine our surprise when we discovered that he wasn't there. It quickly became obvious that the bouncers didn't know who we were and were not going to let us in. Maggie was getting visibly upset as we pleaded with them to find Thomas for us. They finally agreed but made us stand off to the side while they continued working. If it was just the line up, we could have just waited along with everyone else but since we were underage, we needed Thomas to let us in. Though it seemed like forever, Thomas showed up after about twenty minutes. He talked briefly to one of the other bouncers before walking over to us.

"Evening ladies, what can I do for you?" Thomas asked as he eyed us up and down. Thomas was over six feet tall and built like a body builder. He had tattoos peeking out from under his t-shirt which was stretched taught against his huge frame. His size dwarfed the two of us and his shaved head made him that more intimidating.

Being more outgoing and assertive, Maggie replied first, "Hi Thomas, didn't you get Brian's message?"

"Yeah, you're Maggie. I remember you from last week. You're the girl Brian was so sweet on." Thomas answered. Then while staring down into my eyes, he added "and you, your name was... Cat, right?"

I meekly tried to correct him but my voice came out barely louder than a whisper, "Actually I go by Kitty." Despite his intimidating presence, or perhaps because of it, Thomas exuded a strong sexual magnetism that I couldn't help but feel. I averted my eyes from his, afraid that he would see the attraction in my eyes.

"Well Kitty Cat, Brian didn't know that I'm not working the door tonight."

"Can't you still get us in?" Maggie interjected.

"Not with John working there. Let's just say that we don't get along." Thomas answered.

"Please, there must be some way." Maggie pleaded. She looked over to me for some help.

Trying to help but not knowing what to say I added dumbly "We would be so grateful."

"You know I could lose my job for this." Thomas whispered.

"You won't, nobody will find out." Maggie persisted.

Thomas looked at us considering his options before telling us to go around to the side door where he would meet us in five minutes. After he went back inside, we walked away around the corner of the building. We found the side entrance and waited for Thomas to open the door. It was almost fifteen minutes until the door finally opened.

Thomas quickly looked around outside before saying "Move it ladies."

I followed Maggie inside as Thomas held the door open. Once inside, he led us through the back work areas towards the proper club. Stopping at the swinging door, he turned back to us abruptly almost causing us to walk into him.

The dance music was getting loud so Thomas had to speak loudly. "Right through there." he said gesturing with his right hand as he looked down at me smiling. I was standing right next to him and I felt his left hand cup my ass through my skirt. I was taken aback but didn't say anything. I was about to head through the door when Maggie moved in front of me blocking my path. Since I wasn't able to move, Thomas moved his hand around caressing my ass. I figured the least I could do was let him have a quick feel.

Maggie shouted "Thank you so much Thomas." She then stood up on her toes and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.

"What about you Kitty Cat, aren't you going to thank me too?" Thomas asked while still holding my ass.

After Maggie set the precedent, I felt obligated to give him a kiss as well. Closing my eyes, I stood up on my toes and leaned forward to plant one on his cheek. Thomas must have turned his head because I felt his lips on mine. He also didn't move his left hand when I went up onto my toes causing his hand to slip under my skirt. My eyes opened in surprise when I simultaneously felt his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and his left hand rub my pussy and ass through my pantyhose from behind. I felt a little angry at being taken advantage of but to be honest, I found his boldness very arousing. Trying to free myself, I pushed against his broad shoulders but Thomas wrapped his right arm around my back preventing me from moving. His left hand continued stroking my pussy as his tongue probed deeply into my mouth. Despite my resistance, my body started responding. My heart was racing, my face and chest felt flushed, and my pussy was starting to moisten.

Luckily, Maggie came to my rescue. "Come on Kitty, let's go." she shouted while she pulled on my arm.

Sensing Maggie pulling on my arm, Thomas released me from his grip, leaving me in a slight daze. "See you ladies later." he said with a wide grin. 

Maggie dragged me through the door and into the dance hall of the club. I followed her blindly in my dazed state trying to figure out what just happened. There was no denying my body's response to Thomas's actions. I did find him very attractive and was getting aroused. If I didn't know he was Brian's brother, I would probably be all over him. Still, the fact remained that he was indeed Brian's brother and that would be the end of it. The other thing I couldn't figure out was why Thomas was hitting on me instead of Maggie. She was much prettier and always attracted more attention from guys than I did. The last thing that puzzled me was why Thomas would be hitting on his brother's girlfriend. I concluded that Brian didn't consider me his girlfriend. 

My thoughts were interrupted by Maggie introducing her knew boyfriend to me. His name was Steven and he was quite handsome. He had wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. I assumed he was some kind of professional from his demeanour and his expensive designer suit. He led us to a table where a couple of his friends of his were waiting. We sat down as introductions were made. The guys then went to get some drinks for us. After they left, I told Maggie that I wasn't interested in hooking up with anyone tonight. I just came tonight to have some fun dancing. She told me that she didn't know Steven was going to bring some of his friends but that she was sure they didn't have any expectations. Her reassurance helped me relax as the guys came back with our drinks. 

Over the next couple of hours, Maggie and Steven spent most of the time with each other on the dance floor. Not wanting anyone to be left out, I took turns dancing with Steven's two friends. Whenever we came back to the table, the guys always made sure there were fresh drinks waiting. I've been partying a lot during my freshman year at college but being only eighteen, I was still a relatively cheap drunk. Needless to say, after my fourth drink, I was wasted. The guys were showering me with attention and I was revelling in it. The more aggressive of the two, Rick, started stealing quick feels of my tits and ass while we danced. His friend, Sam, took notice and followed suit the next time out on the dance floor. I pretended not to notice but I was actually enjoying teasing the guys.

Nature eventually called so Maggie and I took a break and went to the bathroom. While waiting in line, Maggie told me that she and Steven were planning on leaving. I was having too much fun to leave now so I told Maggie that I would grab a cab home later. We finished our business and freshened up our make up before joining the guys back at the table. 

Steven and Maggie stayed for a few more songs before heading out. After they left, Rick got even bolder grabbing and holding my ass during a slower song. I was elated from all the attention and uninhibited from my intoxication that I didn't object to the fondling. Once the song finished, I started heading back to the table when Rick spun me around and pulled me against him and started kissing me. My instinctive reaction was to push away at first but Rick held me tightly and I soon relented. He was a pretty good kisser and I found myself starting to get worked up. Rick must have sensed my acceptance because I felt him move both hands down to firmly grab my ass. Even though the ensuing song wasn't a slow one, we continued kissing in that position with Rick freely fondling my ass through my dress and pantyhose. I eventually broke our kiss and worked out of his hold to head back to the table. On the way back I instinctively adjusted my dress pulling the hemline back down. 

Sam had some fresh drinks waiting for us at the table along with some shooters. The guys were out drinking me by more than two to one and that didn't include all the drinks they had before Maggie and I arrived. We were all very drunk and completely uninhibited. Despite being so intoxicated, Sam still figured out that Rick was trying to hook up with me because he went off to go hunting for another girl. As soon as Sam left, Rick was all over me. As we kissed, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and cupped my breast through my dress. After my initial shock, I quickly relaxed and started enjoying the sensations. We continued kissing for several minutes before coming up for air. Rick quickly downed his shooter before offering me one. When I declined to drink it, he quickly downed mine as well. He then excused himself and staggered off to the washroom.

I sat alone at the table nursing my drink while I watched the crowd dance. It took less than 5 minutes before some guy came up and tried to hit on me. I was flattered but told him I was with friends. Shortly after, another guy came by and tried too. I guess a girl sitting alone near closing time must be tempting prey for all the sharks swimming around. Sitting alone dressed the way I was made me feel like I was on display and I started getting a bit uncomfortable. I was beginning to wonder what was taking Rick so long. 

My daydreaming was suddenly interrupted by a hand touching my shoulder. Looking up to my side I saw Thomas towering over me. I could feel my heart pounding, partly from being startled but mostly because of Thomas standing so close. He said something but I couldn't hear him over the loud music. In order to get closer, he bent over placing one hand on the table supporting his weight while he kept his other hand firmly on my shoulder. 

"Where did Maggie go?" Thomas said loudly into my ear.

While still sitting in my chair, I partly turned my body towards him. Looking up, I replied "She left with a friend." I decided Thomas didn't need to know any more and to leave it at that.

"You having a good time?" Thomas then asked me.

"Yes. Thanks again for getting us in." I shouted back.

"Just don't get caught. I could lose my job." Thomas told me.

His close proximity allowed me to smell his fragrant cologne mixed with the slightest hint of musk. The aroma gave me a flashback to our earlier kiss and embrace. I could feel my chest and face flush with excitement again. We continued talking for awhile. Thomas mentioned he was watching me dance and complimented me on my appearance. He told me that if he wasn't working, that we would be out on the dance floor right now. I forgot all about Rick while talking with Thomas. I noticed that with a large muscular black man talking to me, the sharks were all scared off. We talked for over 15 minutes before Thomas excused himself to get back to work. By then, I became aware that I had to go to the bathroom too. With no one else at the table, I gulped down the rest of my drink, grabbed my purse and headed to the restroom. 

The women's restroom was full of course with the line extending out the door into the hall. As I waited in line, I realized that gulping down my last drink like that was a bad idea. My head started spinning as I leaned up against the wall to steady myself. At this point of the evening, my memories start to get somewhat fuzzy.

Rick and Sam came out of the men's washroom and walked by. I noticed some vomit stains on Rick's shoes as he staggered by. Rick was too far gone to even notice that I was standing there. I tried to get their attention but since I didn't want to lose my place in line, I couldn't follow after them. If only I didn't have to pee so desperately. I made it to the washroom just in time before my bladder was going to burst. After tidying myself up and freshening my makeup, I went back out to look for the guys.

By the time I got back, our table was taken by some other people. I walked around the bar looking for the guys but couldn't find them. I didn't want to stay at the club by myself so I headed towards the exit. En route, I found Thomas and stopped to talk to him. His stature, shaved head and tattoos still intimidated me, but at the same time I found myself drawn to him. I stood next to him watching the dance floor while we talked. I must have subconsciously moved closer to him because I suddenly noticed that his hand had moved around me and was resting on my hip. We continued talking for a long time but I don't remember what about. The club was closing soon and Thomas offered me a ride home after he finished work. At some point, I got another drink which I slowly nursed on while I waited for Thomas. We couldn't dance of course since he was working so I spent most of the time just talking with him while he kept one eye on the crowd and the other on me. When the club finally closed, I finished the rest of my drink before leaving with Thomas.

The rest of the night was a complete blur. I have never been so intoxicated before that night though I have been even worse since then. There are large gaps in my memory from that night. I don't remember walking to Thomas' car but I do have a memory of Thomas resting his hand on my thigh as he drove. My already short dress had ridden up when sitting down and the reinforced panty of my pantyhose was visible just below the hem. I remember his fingers were caressing my inner thigh just inches from the cotton gusset covering my pussy. That part stuck out because the sensations were driving me into a frenzy and my pussy was aching to be touched. My last drink must have kicked in after that because I barely remember anything else from that night. I have vague memories of kissing Thomas in the hall of my dorm while he felt me up. There is no recollection of undressing, though there are flashes of me sucking a big black cock as well as being fucked hard by it.

Chapter 7b

My next real memory was waking up the next morning with an awful headache. I was naked in my bed and my sheets were a mess. Looking around I saw my dress and pantyhose lying in a heap on the floor. Maggie's bed was still made so I assumed that she stayed out all night. I was thankful for that since it would give me a chance to clean up a bit. Tossing my blanket off, I discovered a pair of used condoms on the bed next to me. I'm not sure why, but I picked one up and brought it to my face. It looked like it was filled with semen. I confirmed my suspicions when I breathed in the sweet scent of a man's cum. Some people may find that disgusting, but I love the distinct smell of semen. Besides, it wasn't some stranger's condom that I just happened to have found, but the condom that was inside of me just last night.

Having to pee, I put on my bath robe and headed to the washroom. A few steps was all it took for me to realize how well fucked I must have been last night. I wasn't in pain but my pussy was sore. It reminded me of how I felt after Mark fucked me for the first time. Back in my room, I picked up my dirty clothes and bed sheets putting them in the hamper. The used condoms were thrown in the garbage which I emptied into the floor garbage chute. A relaxing hot shower followed. Soaking under the hot water, I tried to remember the events from the previous night. Try as I might, I couldn't remember anything more than I described so far. I was sure that I ended up fucking Thomas and judging by the condoms, we fucked more than once. Even though I had a hangover, I also had that wonderful glowing feeling from being thoroughly fucked. The most surprising thing was that I didn't really feel guilty. I would have thought that having a drunken tryst with a boyfriend's brother would make me mortified with guilt, but other than the hangover, I felt pretty good. The obvious conclusion of course was that none of these guys considered me their girlfriend and so I didn't consider any of them my boyfriend.




Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 07



It was after eleven by the time I finished my shower and I was fairly hungry by then. I didn't bother with any make up and just pulled my hair into a pony tail. Throwing on a t-shirt and sweat pants, I went down to the cafeteria for something to eat.

As I was finishing my food, my dorm room neighbour Nancy sat down next to me. I wasn't feeling very chatty so I intentionally sat away from the other students but Nancy didn't seem to get the hint.

"Hey Kitty, how are you feeling today?" Nancy asked in a lilting voice.

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I responded suspiciously.

"Oh, no reason. I just thought that you must be tired since you didn't get much sleep last night." she answered.

"I guess I did get home pretty late from the club."

Nancy replied in a loud whisper "I meant after that."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Come on Kitty, tell me the details. I heard you guys going at it for two hours."

I could feel my face turn red as I looked down averting my eyes.

Nancy continued pressing for more, "It sounded fantastic. Who is he and what does he do?"

"His name is Thomas and he works at the club." I answered. "To tell you the truth, I drank so much that I don't really remember what happened."

"You're shitting me, how could you forget last night. I mean, you were so ...vocal."

"Really? What was I saying?" I asked surprised. I normally don't talk much during sex.

"Well, I didn't hear that many words though there was tons of moaning and grunting. Lots of single words like yes, harder, and faster. There was also some short exclamations like 'I want your cock', 'Fuck my pussy', and lots of praying." Nancy told me grinning.

I didn't quite understand that last part and asked "Praying?"

"You know, 'Oh God, oh God, oh God' " Nancy said mockingly.

We talked for a little while longer before I went back to my room. I told her what little I remembered from the previous night including what Thomas looked like to her. Nancy seemed somewhat disappointed that I couldn't give her any more details. Actually, I was even more disappointed than she was that I couldn't remember more. It sounded like I had a great time and it was driving me crazy that I didn't have any memories of it.

Maggie returned shortly after noon and we talked about each others nights. Actually, she did most of the talking about her new boyfriend Steven. I was content to listen to her talk and didn't say much about what happened after the club. She knew I was hooking up with Mark and Brian already and I didn't think my one night stand with Thomas needed to be brought up. After we finished talking, I went to work trying to catch up on my courses.

I tried my best to do some studying throughout the day but my mind kept wandering back, trying to remember anything else at all. The day ended up very unproductive given my hangover and preoccupation with my memory lapse. Maggie had made plans to have dinner with Steven and was busy getting ready. Rather than eating alone in the cafeteria, I picked up my dinner at the cafeteria and brought it back to my room. I still felt somewhat embarrassed that I was so loud last night and was worried I would run into someone else who heard me. 

As the evening wore on, it became harder and harder to study. The dorm can be pretty noisy on any given night but on Saturdays it was bedlam. I eventually gave up entirely. Besides, I was considering the idea of talking to Thomas to find out what really happened last night. Unfortunately, I didn't have his phone number. I would have to reach him through Brian who wasn't in town or drop by The Vault when he was working. It made more sense to talk to Thomas directly. That would avoid having to explain to Brian why I needed to talk with his brother. Since I wasn't able to study anyway, I decided to go talk to Thomas that night. In addition to finding out what happened, I could try to convince Thomas to keep our tryst a secret so Brian wouldn't find out. 

I took a quick shower and started getting ready. After putting on a black bra and pantyhose, I did my hair and makeup. Not having much time, I kept it simple. Next I put on a red blouse followed by a black mini skirt. I finished the outfit with my black knee high boots before checking myself out in the dressing mirror. Satisfied with my appearance, I slipped on my jacket before grabbing my purse on the way out.

A short cab ride later and I was there. I'm normally not that assertive and being alone only made me more self conscious. I didn't have the nerve to walk past the long line of people waiting to get in. Luckily I brought my jacket since it was considerably cooler than the previous night. While I waited in line with the other people, I started to second guess my decision to go to the club, especially all alone. I was on the verge of chickening out when I noticed Thomas walking down the queue towards me. His size and appearance was still intimidating even though we've been intimate with one another.

"What's new, Kitty Cat? Whoa-oh oh Whoa." Thomas sang to the melody of that famous Tom Jones song.

His light demeanour immediately put me at ease. "Hi Thomas."

"You don't have to wait in line when I'm working the door." Thomas whispered into my ear. He then took my hand and led me towards the entrance. As we walked by the queue, Thomas asked me "Where's Maggie?" 

"I came by myself tonight. I wanted to talk to you about last night."

A big grin spread across Thomas' face as he asked "What about last night?"

"Not out here, somewhere in private." I replied.

"Well, I can't leave the door now. Why don't you go inside and I'll find you on my break."

I agreed and started to enter the club. Thomas cupped my ass as I walked by him and gave me a rough squeeze. It was early enough that the club wasn't packed yet but it was pretty full. I made a circuit around the club to check out the crowd and partly to see how many guys checked me out. My skirt was short but overall my outfit wasn't as revealing as what I wore the previous night so I only garnered a few admiring glances. There were no ogles or leers. I eventually settled by the bar after I ordered a drink. With no tables available, I had to stand with my drink as I watched the dance floor.

A single girl standing alone in a club tends to attract sharks even if she's not exceptionally attractive. Within 15 minutes, I was approached by a guy who started talking with me. We made small talk as I had nothing better to do. He noticed that my drink was almost finished and offered to buy me another one. I agreed but mentioned that I was waiting for a friend. Surprisingly, that didn't seem to put him off and he went to get us some more drinks. We continued talking as we worked on our second round. Having not eaten much for dinner, I was already quite tipsy after my second drink. I even agreed to dance with my new friend for a few songs. When we took a break from dancing, he went to the bar to get some more drinks while I waited by the dance floor.

Suddenly, I felt a large strong hand grab my wrist, pulling on it to spin me around. I was too surprised to react as the hand continued pulling me tightly against a wall of a man.

"Hello Kitty Cat." Thomas greeted me as he pulled me tightly against him. His left hand was holding my right wrist firmly against his shoulder as his right hand moved behind me cupping my ass. "Why don't you give me a kiss." he said as he released my wrist and moved his left hand to my ass as well. Cupping both cheeks in his strong hands, he lifted me up bringing my lips up to his level. Then he kissed me. Once I recovered from my initial surprise, my first instinct was to push against his shoulders trying to break free. Thomas kept a tight grip on my butt easily overpowering my feeble attempts. He used his large full lips to press firmly against mine locking us in a sensual kiss. My resistance soon melted away from the heat of his kiss. Parting my lips, I slid my tongue forward to caress Thomas' upper lip, inviting him to french me. His tongue pushed into my mouth as I closed my lips around it and twirled my tongue around his. While we continued to kiss deeply, Thomas used one hand to support my weight while his other hand slipped under my skirt and started stroking my pussy through the gusset of my pantyhose. My heart raced and my pussy moistened as he worked my pussy pushing the gusset into my vagina. Lost in the wonderful sensations I was oblivious to the scene we were making in front of everyone in the club.

Thomas eventually released me, breaking our kiss and letting me slide back down to my feet. Coming back to my senses, I realized that my skirt had ridden up exposing my pantyhose covered ass to anyone who was watching. I quickly grabbed the hem pulling it back down to cover myself up. As I straightened out my clothes and wiped the smeared lipstick from my face I noticed my new friend staring at Thomas and me from several feet away. He looked shocked and disappointed as he turned and walked away carrying the drinks he just bought with him. That was the last I thought about him as I returned my attention to Thomas who stood towering next to me smiling.

"Well Kitty Cat, what did you want to talk to me about?" Thomas asked.

The music was very loud and I could barely hear him. "Isn't there somewhere quieter we can talk?" I shouted back.

Thomas looked around for a moment before taking my hand and leading me away. He led me through to the employee area in the back of the club. In the back work area the music was dampened down to a low roar. One could hold a conversation talking in a normal voice. Other employees however were nearby working. Thomas looked at me expectantly waiting for me to say something.

"I was actually hoping we could talk somewhere privately." I explained.

Looking around thinking for a minute, Thomas then walked further into the back of the club towing me along behind him. Coming to a closed door, he knocked, waiting briefly before trying to turn the door knob. Finding it unlocked, he opened the door and quickly walked in. Thomas pulled me into the room immediately after him, closed the door behind me and locked it. The room was obviously an employee washroom. It consisted of a single toilet, sink and wall mirror. For a single washroom though, it was fairly spacious.

Thomas leaned back against a wall and pulled me close to him. He had his legs just parted enough to fit me between them. His hands wrapped around my waist keeping me in place.

"This is as private as it gets Kitty." Thomas said. "What did you want to talk about?"

"It's so embarrassing, but I have to ask. What happened last night?" I asked.

"We had a good time. That's all. I didn't think you were expecting it to lead to anything more." Thomas answered.

"That's not what I meant. I drank so much the other night that I can't actually remember what happened after we left the club." I explained.

Thomas started laughing out loud. "Shit girl. I started thinking you were getting all serious on me."

"Well I found some used condoms in my bed so I guessed that we must have fucked and my neighbour said we were quite loud."

"You really don't remember do you? Damn, that's the first time a girl told me that I was forgettable." Thomas joked as he continued laughing. "And here I was thinking you came back tonight because you couldn't get enough."

I tried to apologize, "I'm sorry, it's not you. I was just so drunk."

"Well maybe I have to give you something else to remember." Thomas said with a wide grin.

"I just wanted to find out what really happened." I explained again.

"You get me thinking on you and ready for more just to tell me you want to talk." Thomas said as he took my hand and placed it over the crotch of his pants.

I could easily feel his large erection through his slacks and stood there mute, too surprised by his boldness to react. Before I realized what I was doing, I found my hand groping at his hard on trying to get a sense how big his cock was.

"Go ahead, take it out." he said.

Without thinking, I obeyed his command. I unbuckled his belt first, and then undid the button to his pants. After unzipping his pants, I reached into his pants grasping his hard cock through his boxers. Feeling it from the base to the tip, I was impressed with his size, both his length and girth. I continued rubbing his cock through his boxers as I looked down to see what I held in my hand. All I could see was my hand cupping a huge bulge in Thomas' boxer shorts.

Thomas pushed his pants and boxers down below his hips allowing his large black cock to spring free. Looking down, I stared, mesmerized by Thomas' beautiful cock. It looked somewhat like Brian's in skin tone and being circumcised, but it looked longer and thicker. The most obvious difference was the absence of pubic hair. Thomas had completely shaved his cock and balls. It was the first time I saw anything like that and I found it extremely erotic. Subconsciously, my hand started stroking his big black cock.

"Get on your knees and suck my dick." He ordered. When I didn't react, Thomas added "Come on Kitty, you told me how much you love sucking cock last night."

His words barely registered in my brain. My heart was pounding so fast and hard it almost drowned out Thomas' voice. Heat surged to my face, chest and pussy causing all three areas to become flushed with excitement. Without really thinking about it, my body followed his commands. I slid down to my knees drawing level with his erect penis. My hand continued stroking his cock as I stared at his hairless scrotum.

"That's a good girl; now put it in your mouth." Thomas said.

Sliding his cock head into my mouth, I closed my lips around it and started sucking. I used my right hand to hold the base of his cock while my left moved up to feel the smooth skin of his balls.

"You look so pretty sucking my big black cock." Thomas complimented me as he brushed my hair away from my face. "Shit yeah, you're a good little cock sucker." 

The dirty talk fanned my burning desire as I sucked harder, twirling my tongue around the head of Thomas' cock. 

"That's it, work that tongue." Thomas told me as I glided my tongue up and down the entire length of his shaft. "Don't forget my balls." he added. On my next downward movement, I continued gliding my tongue down to his scrotum, licking his balls. The texture was quite different. It was soft and rough at the same time. "Now suck a ball into your mouth." Thomas ordered. "Gently, not so hard. Now the other one." I found myself eagerly obeying his every instruction. I felt like a complete slut and loved every sensation.

I've mentioned before how much I love to suck cock. Thomas' vocal encouragement and instructions magnified my excitement. By now, my pussy was desperate for some attention, oozing lubrication onto my pantyhose. My left hand naturally moved down and slipped under my skirt. I rubbed my clit and pussy lips through the damp cotton gusset. My mouth had returned to sucking his gorgeous cock while my right hand held the thick shaft.

"No hands pretty girl; good little cock suckers don't use their hands. Just your mouth; take it deep, deeper." Thomas continued talking smut to me while I reverently sucked his cock. "You like sucking my black dick?" he asked.

"Umh-hmmph." I moaned with his cock deep in my mouth. My right hand had relocated to my breast massaging it vigorously. Still fully clothed, my left hand continued rubbing the cotton gusset of my pantyhose against my clit. 

"Yeah, I know you do you dirty little slut." Thomas said as he started thrusting his hips, forcing his cock against my throat. "God that feels nice." he rasped.

Sucking Thomas' beautiful black cock while I feverishly masturbated had me on the brink of an orgasm. Once he started thrusting his cock into my throat though, it took all I could do to suppress myself from gagging. I was still worked up beyond imagining and my body still needed some release. Rubbing my clit was great but my pussy ached to be penetrated.

"Fuck yessss, Kitty, that feels soo good. I'm gonna cum soon." he exclaimed as his thrusting increased in tempo.

Part of me would have loved to feel Thomas' throbbing cock spurting his milky seed into my mouth. Another part though wanted to feel his cock penetrate inside me, stretching my pussy, thrusting, filling me up completely. My pussy won the debate as I pulled back letting his cock slip from my lips. "Not yet, I need to feel you inside me." I managed to say as I gasped to catch my breath.

"Damn girl, I don't have time to get a condom." Thomas cursed looking down at me.

"It's okay, I'm on the pill." I said. In my state though, I didn't really care. I just wanted to feel him inside of me no matter the consequences. I stood up and undid my miniskirt, letting it fall to the floor. I had to take off my boots before I could take off my pantyhose so I stepped out of my skirt and bent down to unzip my boots.

"I don't have time for this." Thomas said as he moved behind me. He must have been as eager and excited as I was. Thomas quickly pulled the back of my pantyhose down just far enough to expose my ass. Being bent over already, my pussy was also exposed. Not giving me a chance to react, he quickly lined up his cock and thrust it deeply into my cunt. The force of his thrust knocked me off balance and I fell forward. Thomas had already grabbed my hips with his hands though, preventing me from falling. Even though his cock was slick with my saliva and my pussy dripping wet, the size of his big black cock and the force of his initial thrust still hurt a bit making me cry out. Thomas didn't wait for me to get accustomed to his size. He just pounded into me fast, hard and deep. I reached forward grabbing the sink trying to keep my balance. My pantyhose were bunched at my thighs preventing me from spreading my legs as far apart as I would have liked. With my legs close together, Thomas' cock felt even bigger as he fucked me furiously.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good Kitty Cat." Thomas said loudly. "It's so warm and wet."

It only took a couple of minutes for me to recover from the initial shock of his size. The discomfort quickly left leaving that intense pressure of being filled by a huge cock. Soon I was pushing back to meet Thomas as he drove into me from behind. Without realizing it, I was letting out guttural moans with each thrust.

"You like that Kitty?" Thomas asked.

"Yessss." I hissed.

"Tell me what you want." he ordered breathing hard. Thomas had abruptly stopped his thrusting but still kept the head of his cock inside my pussy. 

"I want you to fuck me."

"Beg for it."

"Fuck me please." I pleaded trying to push back onto his cock.

"You want my cock?" Thomas teased while he held my hips still with his strong hands.

"I want your big cock."

"What do you want me to do with it?" he asked.

"Fuck my pussy, please." I reached down between my legs and felt Thomas' thick cock spreading the lips at the entrance to my pussy. My hand then moved to rub Thomas' balls, trying to entice him to resume fucking me. Even though I wasn't being fucked, the dirty talk kept my excitement near its peak, close to an orgasm.

"I can't hear you."

"FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!" I screamed surprising myself with the loudness of my voice.

Thomas then resumed his thrusting movements with the same strength and speed that he left off earlier. My grunting in time with each thrust also resumed. In only a few minutes, I felt myself building quickly towards an orgasm.

"Fuck, you have one sweet pussy." Thomas said as his breathing became more laboured.

Sensing that he was getting close to cumming too, I wanted to cum with him. I moved my hand down to rub my clit as he continued pumping his cock in quick hard strokes.




Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 07



"I'm cumming!" Thomas exclaimed grunting. His thrusts became erratic but more forceful as his cock pushed me forward into the sink.

I was already close to an orgasm from the incredible sensations of being fucked by Thomas' big cock and my hand rubbing my clit, knowing his black cock was erupting and shooting his semen deep in my vagina triggered off my own climax.

During his orgasm, Thomas lost control of the rhythm and force of his thrusts. He was so big and strong that his cock would have pushed me into the sink if I didn't use both hands to brace myself. My own orgasm was causing my pussy and legs to quiver making it difficult to keep standing, especially with Thomas still shoving his cock deep inside of me.

As our orgasms subsided, Thomas kept his cock inside of me as he leaned over saying "Does that ring any bells about last night?"

Breathing hard trying to catch my breath, I managed to answer between breaths "Yes and a couple of new ones too."

After a minute or two, Thomas pulled out and started pulling up his shorts and pants. "Well Kitty Cat, if I didn't have to get back to work we wouldn't have to settle for a quickie. You better get dressed; I can't let you stay back here alone."

Composing myself, I pulled up my pantyhose as Thomas handed me my skirt. The gusset was already damp from my lubrication earlier but now I noticed that the back panel covering my ass was soaking wet. Our combined juices must have dripped down onto my pantyhose when Thomas pulled his cock out. I usually don't wear panties with my pantyhose because I hate panty lines but in this case, I wish that I had worn panties or that I at least brought an extra pair of pantyhose that I could change in to. Being rushed by Thomas though, I didn't even have time to clean myself up before putting my skirt back on.

"Don't say anything to Brian about last night or tonight." I said to Thomas as I finished adjusting my skirt.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I think he likes me and I don't think he'd understand me fucking his brother." I explained.

Thomas had a look of surprise on his face as he answered, "I thought he was all hot for Maggie."

"He was, but she can be a bitch sometimes. She ditched him last week and Brian and I ended up hooking up."

"Damn, I wouldn't have moved on you if I had known." Thomas said.

"Its okay, Brian and I aren't serious. Besides, I had a lot of fun."

Thomas then opened the door and led me back to the main room of the club. As I walked, I could feel some of Thomas' cum oozing out of my pussy and onto the gusset of my pantyhose. With the back panel and gusset of my pantyhose soaked with cum and my pussy juice, anyone within a few feet of me couldn't help but notice how much I reek of sex. Normally I love the smell of a man's cum, but now I wished cum didn't smell as distinct and strong as it does. We passed by a couple of other employees on the way back and I was sure they knew what we did. I thought I would die of embarrassment.

Once back in the main room, Thomas excused himself to go back to work. Since I was there alone and was saturated with the aroma of cum, I quickly decided to leave. I thought about going to the washroom to clean up but didn't want to stand in the line-up looking and smelling like I did. After getting my jacket, I left the club and grabbed a cab to go home.



Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 08



This is the next chapter in my college experiences from almost 20 years ago. It involves interracial sex so if that topic offends you, please read no further. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy my story. The background events can be found in the previous chapters.

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I awoke the next morning feeling much better than the previous day. Not being hung over allowed me to enjoy the glowing feeling of being truly well fucked the night before. It was Sunday and I was expecting Brian and Mark to be returning home from their away game. I especially missed Mark but knew that he probably wouldn't be calling me any time soon. I also remembered the promise I made Brian about making it up to him for the favour on Friday night. I was certain Brian would be calling later and figured I had better get ready.

Maggie was still sound asleep in her bed. She must have returned home after I went to sleep. Quietly getting up, I noticed a faint aroma of sex in the air. It didn't take me long to determine it was emanating from my laundry pile. Picking up the pantyhose I had worn last night, I could see the remnants of Thomas' cum covering the cotton gusset. It hadn't completely dried up yet and I could feel the dampness of the back panel and crotch of the pantyhose. Bringing it closer to my face, I inhaled deeply. I love the sweet smell of a man's cum and the scent brought back a rush of memories from last night. I found myself wondering how Thomas' semen might taste, but there was no way I was about to try it then; that would be disgusting. My curiosity would have to wait for another day when I can get a fresh sample straight from the source.

Sunday was my laundry day and I decided I had better wash my hosiery first before Maggie woke up. After covering myself up with my bathrobe, I gathered up all my worn pantyhose and grabbed some detergent and toiletries before heading to the washroom. I rinsed the excess cum from that particular pair before adding the detergent and the rest of my dirty hosiery. To save time, I let the hose soak in the sink while I showered. Once I finished my shower, I rinsed out my hosiery and brought it back to my room to dry. Maggie was awake when I returned and was anxious to let me know all about her evening with Steven. I listened absent mindedly as I dried my hair. My thoughts wandered back to the previous night and the excitement of fucking in the night club washroom. When Maggie finished her story, she went off to take a shower, allowing me to finish getting ready.

That morning I took the first placebo pill of that month's cycle of my oral contraceptives. That meant my period would start later in the day. I chose my clothing accordingly. I've mentioned previously how much I hate panty lines preferring to wear pantyhose without panties, but during my period I make an exception. Panties provide an extra layer of protection in case of the occasional leak from a sanitary pad. Tampons would be a good alternative but during the 80's, tampons were linked to toxic shock syndrome. I started with plain white bra and panties. Even though the weather was getting colder, I still liked to show off my legs so I put on some black opaque tights next. A denim above knee skirt and black mock turtle neck sweater completed the outfit. The thicker denim hid panty lines more effectively and the above knee length still showed enough leg for my liking. The sweater was made of light wool and fit snugly accentuating my breasts nicely.

Gathering up the rest of my laundry, I headed down to the laundry room. While I was loading the machine, Robert came in to collect his clothes. Robert was another freshman who lived on the floor above me. He's about 5'8" with light brown skin. We've met during a frosh party but didn't really know one another. I never really noticed him before because I usually prefer taller guys, but with the events of the previous weeks, I've found myself checking out different black guys that I meet. He was wearing a t-shirt with sweat pants and had a slender build. I couldn't help but wonder how big his cock was as I glanced down at his crotch. His sweat pants were too baggy for me to make out any kind of bulge. Trying not to be obvious I continued working on my laundry as I kept stealing glances at him. Distracted as I was, Robert finished collecting his clothes from the dryer long before I finished loading the washing machine. He flashed me a big smile before leaving. On the way out with his back toward me, I found myself staring at Robert's ass despite his baggy sweats. With him gone, I refocused my attention to my task at hand.

While the machine ran, I went to the cafeteria for some breakfast. Maggie was already there sitting with Nancy. My ears were burning so I quickly got some food and joined them. When I sat down, the conversation abruptly changed to schoolwork. That confirmed my suspicions that they were talking about me. I suppose it's only natural, girls will gossip and talk behind your back. To be honest, I've been guilty of the same thing myself. I changed the discussion to the upcoming Halloween parties next week. My costume was already complete but I wasn't sure which party I was going to attend. 

For the rest of the morning I tried my best to work on some of my assignments from my classes. My social activities have noticeably detracted from my studies. If I didn't show some discipline, my grades would certainly fall. By the end of the morning I completed an essay due later that week in addition to finishing my laundry. The timing was near perfect as the phone rang while I was putting away my clothes. Brian just got back from the road trip and called asking if I was interested in hanging out. Remembering my promise, I offered to bring him some lunch as well and asked what he was hungry for. He jokingly said me but that he would settle for some pizza. We quickly wrapped up our phone call so I could finish putting away my laundry and to get myself ready. As I was touching up my makeup, the phone rang again. I assumed it was Brian but was surprised to hear Mark on the line. He also just got back into town and asked me out to go celebrate the team's victory on Saturday. Hearing him ask me out put me on cloud nine. Of course I readily agreed. Realizing that I just promised to bring Brian some lunch and hang out with him, I quickly suggested Mark and I go out for dinner. We talked some more and finalized our plans for that evening. After hanging up the phone, I was giddy with excitement which made finishing my makeup much more difficult. Finally finished, I put on my purple leather jacket before putting my purse inside my backpack along with some other essential items before heading out.

I picked up a pizza and some drinks before going to Brian's dorm. Knocking on the door, I heard Brian calling out to come in. Brian's roommate had already left by the time I arrived at his dorm room. The door had been left unlocked so Brian wouldn't have to open it. With his leg still in a cast, Brian still had some trouble getting around.

Brian stood up on his good leg to greet me. He was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Putting down the pizza on his desk and my backpack on the floor I walked over to his welcoming arms. His trunk like arms wrapped around me in a bear hug crushing my tits against his chest.

"I've missed you Kitty." Brian said.

His strong arms squeezed the air out of my lungs preventing me from answering.

"You look great." he complimented as he released me from his hug.

"Thank you." I answered as stood up on my toes to give him a quick kiss on his cheek.

Brian sat back down on his bed as I took off my jacket and shoes. I brought the pizza over to him placing it on the bed between us. We talked about the game and his road trip as we ate. After we finished eating, I moved the empty box out of the way as we continued talking. I slowly finished my cola as our conversation changed to school. Once our drinks were finished, Brian suggested that we watch the football game. I got up and walked to the TV to turn it on. While I looked for the correct channel, Brian repositioned himself on the bed to keep his broken leg elevated on some pillows. I sat sideways at the foot of the bed with my back leaning against the wall next to the bed.

When the game finished, I told Brian that I had to go. It was after 4pm and I wanted to get back to freshen up before my dinner date with Mark. I decided to clean up taking the empty box out to the trash. I also stopped by the washroom to freshen myself up. When I returned to get my things, Brian was reclining on his bed with his back against the headboard.

"Come here Kitty, you have to sign my cast before you go." Brian said holding a black marker up in the air.

I walked over to stand next to the bed. Taking the marker from him, I leaned over and started writing on the cast. As I was drawing a little kitten next to my name, I felt Brian's hand slip under my skirt and start to caress the back of my thigh.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked as I turned my head towards him smiling.

"Watching you sign my cast." Brian answered with a wide grin.

"I meant what is your hand doing?"

"Nothing." Brian said holding up his other hand next to my face.

"The other hand." I said.

"I think you know." he replied.

Brian continued caressing my leg with his right hand as his left hand moved behind my neck. He leaned forward as his left hand drew my face closer until our lips met in a soft kiss. I rested my hands on the bed to support my weight as I remained bent over the bed. As we continued our soft sensual kiss, my lips parted slightly allowing his tongue to penetrate into my mouth. Our tongues twirled around one another inside my mouth. I was glad I didn't order anything too funky on the pizza.

I moved to sit facing Brian on the edge of his bed with my legs hanging off the side. Brian kept his right hand on my leg but in my new position, he was now caressing the top of my thigh under my skirt. His left hand moved down to cup my right breast over my sweater. We continued our deep kiss as my hands roamed across Brian's chest and abdomen feeling his bulging muscles through his t-shirt. Sensing my eagerness, Brian squeezed my tit firmly making me moan into our kiss. I closed my lips around his tongue and sucked on it, drawing it deeper into my mouth.

Brian's right hand continued caressing my thigh through my silky tights. He started working his hand higher under my skirt towards my pussy. I suddenly realized that Brian's hand was within an inch of my panties. My left hand quickly grabbed his arm stopping his hand from moving any higher. Even though I changed my pad just a few minutes ago, I didn't want Brian to make a mess of my clothes or soil his hand.

Breaking our kiss, I whispered "I can't."

"Why not?" Brian asked.

Thinking quickly I answered "I don't want to hurt your leg again."

"My leg is fine, it doesn't really hurt any more." he told me as his hand moved to cup my ass through my tights and panties.

"Brian stop." I said as I pushed his hand from under my skirt.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm having my period." I explained.

"Are you serious?" he said sounding dejected.

I just nodded in response.

"I've been thinking about this all weekend. It's been tough hiding my hard on from the other guys." Brian told me.

"I'm sorry." I replied though deep down, it filled me with delight; knowing that Brian was thinking of me and desired me.

"It's okay." he said. Then after a short pause he added, "Can you give me a hand job then?"

The way he asked was so sweet, I couldn't help but smile. "I can do better than that." I told him before leaning forward pushing my tongue into his mouth. My right hand moved down between his legs and started rubbing his cock. Even through his clothes I could tell his cock was already fully erect by how big and hard it felt. Wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, Brian kept his room slightly warmer to keep comfortable. With my sweater and our making out, I was getting quite hot in more ways than one.

I sat back upright to pull my sweater off. Being very tight, I had to work at getting it over my head. When I freed it up from my hair, I saw that Brian took my lead and had already ripped off his t-shirt. I sat there, admiring his rich chocolate skin and the rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen. My hands subconsciously started caressing the creases between his muscles. I didn't notice that Brian was staring at my chest until I felt his hands grab both of them, squeezing them through my thin bra. Looking down, I saw that my pink areolas were visible through the thin white nylon and my erect nipples were jutting out. Brian rubbed my nipples through my nylon bra as I reached down to unbutton his shorts. As I unzipped his shorts, Brian released my breasts so his hands could support his weight as he raised his pelvis off the bed a few inches. This allowed me to slide his shorts and boxers down to his thighs. Despite Brian's help, his erection made it awkward. Once I worked his clothes down far enough, his beautiful black cock sprang free. 

Taking his erection in my hand, I slowly stroked the shaft causing a drop of fluid to appear at the circumcised head. Bending down, I took the head of his cock between my lips and swirled my tongue around the tip tasting his pre cum. 

"Oh Kitty, that feels so good." Brian exclaimed as one of his hands moved back to my left breast. He slid his fingers inside my bra cup to gently pinch my nipple.

I pursed my lips around the head and started a light suction as my left hand started stroking the shaft. My right hand moved between his legs to cup his hairy scrotum. As I gently fondled his balls, I started a slow bobbing movement with my head keeping in time with the pace of my stroking.

Brian used his free hand to brush my hair from my face and said "You look so hot like that."

Encouraged by his comments, I picked up the speed of both the bobbing of my head and the stroking of my left hand. I intensified the suction on his cock taking more of it inside my mouth with the faster pace. My right hand continued caressing his balls making Brian moan with ecstasy.

I noticed Brian moving his hands away releasing my breast and letting my hair fall back down. Quickly peeking up, I saw that Brian had closed his eyes and rested his hands on the bed sides. It looked like he was trying to concentrate on something. I wasn't sure if he was concentrating on the sensations from my blow job or if he was thinking about something else to try and last longer. Either way, I considered it a challenge for me to make him cum. Holding my breath; I started bobbing my head as fast and deep as I could without gagging on his thick black cock. The pace made it difficult to maintain a seal around his cock with my lips. My saliva leaked out and was dripping down the shaft of his cock covering my hands and his balls. 

"Oh God Kitty." Brian rasped as his hips started small involuntary thrusting movements.

I got the sense that Brian was close to cumming but my lungs were burning and I desperately needed to take a breath. Keeping his cock in my mouth, I paused for a fraction of a second to take a quick breath through my nose before resuming bobbing my head on his cock. With my saliva acting as lubrication, my hands worked the base of his shaft and his balls almost as quickly as my mouth was moving on his cock.

"Kitty, I'm gonna cum!" Brian exclaimed to warn me.

It wasn't necessary since I decided back when I started that I wanted to feel Brian's thick cock erupting in my mouth. I still appreciated the thought though because it allowed me to prepare myself for it. Stopping the bobbing movement of my head, I kept just the head of his cock inside my mouth. My lips closed tightly around the end of his shaft as I kept an intense suction on his cock head. My left hand tightened around his cock as I stroked his shaft furiously. My right hand grabbed Brian's hip to keep some kind of control of his thrusts which were getting more vigorous.

Then he came. Spurt after spurt of thick creamy cum slashed against my tongue quickly filling my mouth. My left hand kept stroking his cock with a tight grip as I swallowed to make room for his ongoing orgasm. I was expecting a large load of cum from my previous experiences with Brian but the spurts didn't seem to ebb at all as his cock continued jerking and shooting filling my mouth again. Not quite expecting such a large load, I swallowed again quickly. Brian was twitching and squirming with delight as he came. A low guttural moan was all he could manage to vocalize. The combined sensations were exhilarating. Brian's movements settled down as I felt his cock stop throbbing and twitching. I kept sucking on the head of his cock while my hand slowed the pace of my stroking, milking the remaining cum from his thick cock. The last of Brian's cum wasn't spurting anymore but just oozed out onto my waiting tongue. With the action under control, I was able to catch my breath by breathing heavily through my nose as I finished milking the rest of Brian's creamy cum into my mouth. When I sensed that his balls were empty, I released his cock from my mouth with a soft plop. Sitting up, I stared into his eyes as I deliberately swirled the remaining cum in my mouth with my tongue before swallowing it down with a large gulp.

"Kitty, that was incredible." Brian complimented.

"Thanks." I replied beaming with pride that I could generate such feelings and emotion. I wiped the excess saliva from my chin as I continued, "that was a huge load; you must have been saving it up for awhile."

"Like I said, I've been thinking about you all weekend."

I wiped my face and hands with some Kleenex before straightening out my bra. I picked up my sweater and slipped it on while Brian pulled up his boxers and shorts. We continued talking while I reapplied my lipstick and untangled my hair. After gathering up my things, I gave Brian a small peck on his lips before leaving.

I rushed straight home in order to clean up before my dinner date with Mark. The taste of cum still filled my mouth and I was worried that I smelled of sex. To my horror, I saw Mark sitting in my room when I opened my door. I stood there stunned as he stood up and walked over to me. Maggie was also sitting there and she must have let him in. Mark grabbed my around the waist, pulling me to him as he bent down to kiss me. I turned my head at the last moment so Mark's kiss landed on my cheek instead.

"What are you doing here so early?" I asked as I struggled to free myself from his grip. I was worried that Mark would detect the scent of cum on me if he remained so close. A kiss was completely out of the question since I could still taste Brian's cum in my mouth.

Seeing my discomfort, Maggie excused herself to give us some privacy. "I'm going to the library to do some studying. You two have fun." she said grinning as she grabbed her things on the way out. Maggie must have thought my uneasiness was due to her presence. If she knew the real reason, the embarrassment would have killed me.

"What's the matter Kitty; aren't you glad to see me?" Mark asked as Maggie left.

"Of course, but I have to pee real badly." I lied. Dumping my backpack and jacket on the ground, I grabbed some essentials and rushed out of the room telling Mark "I'll be right back."

I rushed to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth thoroughly. A long rinse with mouth wash followed. Next I washed my face and neck. I was planning on taking a shower but now I didn't have the time. Then I carefully examined my hair to make sure there wasn't any semen in it. I also took the opportunity to change my sanitary pad. The finishing touch was a heavy dose of perfume. I usually don't put on much perfume but just in case I missed any cum while cleaning up, the smell would be covered up. The whole pit stop was done in record time for me.




Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 08



As soon as I returned, I jumped into Mark's arms and gave him a big, wet, open mouthed kiss. Mark wrapped his arms around my waist holding me up in the air against him. We held our kiss for several minutes before Mark finally lowered me back down.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." Mark said looking down at me with his arms still wrapped around me.

"I wasn't expecting you so early." I told him.

"I missed you too much to wait until this evening to get some." Mark said before starting to kiss me again.

My spirits soared hearing that Mark missed and wanted me that much. I clasped my hands behind Mark's neck as we continued kissing; my open mouth inviting his tongue to explore inside. Mark's hands were roaming around my body, caressing and grabbing all over. I was lost in our deep sensual kiss and didn't really notice what Mark was doing until I felt my skirt fall to the ground at my feet. Before I could react, Mark had grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed them through my tights and panties. Even though it felt great having him fondle my ass, I didn't want his manipulations causing an embarrassing leak. Mark sensed my squirming and we mutually broke our kiss.

"Since when did my Kitty start wearing underwear?" Mark joked as he released my ass.

"I always wear underwear; it's just usually pantyhose." I retorted.

"I meant these panties." he answered as he playfully slapped my bottom.

"My period started today." I explained.

"Damn. I wanted that fine pussy of yours." Mark said as he kicked off his shoes. He then started undoing his pants as he continued "you'll just have to suck me off then."

I just stood there a bit surprised as Mark pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees, releasing his big cock. My eyes were automatically drawn to stare at his impressive member. I've seen it before of course, but even flaccid, its size still amazed me. With the foreskin covering the head, the entire length was the same dark chocolate color as his skin. My admiring trance was broken when I felt Mark's hands on my shoulders guiding me down to my knees. I didn't need much coaxing since I love sucking cock and Mark's cock was the biggest and most beautiful cock I've ever had the pleasure of having.

I use to think that I was pretty good at giving head, but judging from what I've learned over the last few weeks, I realize now how inexperienced I was back then. My experiences with Mark gave me plenty of practice sucking a truly big cock. Even so, I still was unable to take Mark's entire length when he was erect. So down on my knees staring into the eye of Mark's black monster, I decided to strike first. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and took Mark's still flaccid cock deep into my mouth. Concentrating on relaxing my jaw and suppressing my gag reflex, I pushed more of his cock into the back of my throat. I only stopped when my nose brushed up against his pubic hair. As I held his cock deep in my mouth, I felt it swelling and stiffening. It always amazed me back then how much a penis changes when becoming erect. The sight of a cock growing longer and thicker before my eyes, especially if I was the cause of it, made me extremely excited. It was another new exhilarating experience for me feeling a man's cock become erect while sucking on it. My previous boyfriends were all young horny teenagers and by the time we got to the point of undressing, they were always already hard. Mark was a senior and much more mature but even our previous encounters included some foreplay so his cock had always been erect too. 

As Mark's cock continued growing, I couldn't keep my position on it and had to pull back slightly. Then I started slowly bobbing my head sliding his cock in and out of my mouth while continuing to suck on his hardening member. I found the sensation of a cock becoming erect from my sucking on it almost as exciting as feeling a cock erupt in my mouth. That started me thinking about Mark's beautiful black cock throbbing and twitching, shooting spurt after spurt of cum, splashing against my tongue and throat. Usually during my period, I find it difficult to become aroused but I felt my pussy starting to tingle and I think I was starting to lubricate. I was aching to touch myself but didn't want to make a mess that might spoil the moment. Mark's cock was now fully erect and I started using my hands to work the parts of his cock I couldn't accommodate in my mouth. My left hand was caressing his hairy balls while my right was stroking his shaft next to the base. 

"Damn girl, that feels good." Mark said as he lifted his legs free from his pants and underwear. Then he told me "Take off your sweater, I wanna see your tits."

While my mouth continued sucking on Mark's cock, my hands had to release it in order to pull my sweater up above my chest. Keeping his cock in my mouth the whole time, I worked first one arm then the other free from my sweater bunching it up around my neck. At an impasse, I reluctantly let my prize slip out of my mouth to pull my sweater over my head before tossing it away. I then quickly unclasped my bra and slipped it off leaving me topless. Grasping his cock, I held it straight up while I bent lower to bathe his scrotum with my tongue. Using my tongue to draw one of his balls into my mouth, I close my lips around it and apply some gentle suction.

"Fuck yeah, Kitty, suck my balls. Oooh, yessss."

Releasing his testicle, I asked "you like that, eh?" before taking the other one into my mouth and reapplying the gentle suction.

"Where did my nasty girl learn that? You and Brian still hooking up?" Mark asked.

I didn't want to tell him that Thomas was the one who taught me so I kept my mouth full by continuing to work on his balls.

When I didn't answer, Mark continued "So one cock isn't enough for my nasty slut. I knew you're a cock hungry whore."

The dirty talk fuelled my wantonness as I took his cock back into my mouth. I resumed sucking on the head but increased the speed of my bobbing movements. My right hand held the base of his cock while my left moved behind him to cup his tight ass pulling on it slightly.

Mark understood my subtle invitation and started thrusting his hips driving his cock into the back of my mouth. "You like that slut? You like me fucking your mouth?"

I kept a tight grip on his shaft with my right hand to prevent Mark from thrusting too deep and choking me. He kept the pace of his thrusting slow, allowing me to take short little breaths through my nose when he drew back. Even with my hand on his cock, it was so big that the head still entered my throat at the peak of his thrusts. Despite my best effort, I still gagged a little causing mucus and saliva to leak out of my full mouth and drip down onto my tits. Mark started to speed up the pace of his thrusting as he grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand.

"Your mouth feels so good Kitty; so hot and wet." Mark said as he started fucking my face even faster.

I obviously couldn't reply with my mouth full of cock. The pace was much faster now forcing me to hold my breath. A steady stream of saliva was now running down my chin and onto my tits.

Mark then abruptly pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. "Lie down on the bed." he commanded.

I kicked off my shoes leaving me dressed only in my panties and black tights as I followed Mark's orders. Still trying to catch my breath as I lay down, my chest was heaving up and down with each breath.

Not giving me a moments rest, Mark followed me onto the bed straddling my abdomen facing me. "Push your tits together." he told me as he placed his black cock between my tits. "If I can't fuck your pussy, then I'm gonna fuck your tits."

I looked down at Mark's cock as I pushed my tits together. The dark skin of his shaft was almost completely covered with my milky white breasts. The sight of the head of his cock appearing and disappearing between my tits with each thrust was so erotic; it was driving me wild. Luckily all the saliva that dripped onto my breast helped Mark's cock glide back and forth nicely. With my hands pushing my breasts together tightly, the pressure exerted by his hard thrusting cock between my tits only heightened my exhilaration that much more. I found myself wishing I had a third hand to play with my pussy. Bending my head further forward, I opened my mouth and my tongue slid out to lick Mark's cock at the apex of each of his thrusts.

"You want my cream Kitty? You're such a nasty slut. I bet you can't get enough cock."

I realized that Mark was right. I enjoyed being a wanton slut, one who craves cock. I imagined my pussy being stretched full by Mark's big black cock, having it pushed into my throat, feeling it throbbing as it nears eruption, and the thrill of feeling his cum spurting inside my mouth. The next thing I knew, I looked up into his eyes and blurted out "I want you to cum in my mouth." 

"Sure thing babe, but ya gotta earn it." Mark said as he got off the bed and stood next to it. He then pulled my upper body to him so my head was hanging off the edge of the bed. His beautiful black cock was standing straight out glistening with my saliva; the sight drew my hands and mouth to it like a magnet. I took the head quickly into my mouth and began sucking on it while my hands worked on the shaft. Mark lowered his body to give me better access to his cock as I continued feverently sucking on it. I felt his hands grab my tits to maul them as he started slowly thrusting his hips.

Even though my head was almost upside down, my position didn't feel that unnatural. In fact, it felt like I was taking Mark's cock deeper than I ever managed before.

"God damn your mouth feels good!" Mark exclaimed. I could tell he was getting more excited because he started thrusting his cock deeper and faster into my mouth. His hands moved from my tits down to my thighs, stroking them through my silky tights. He worked one hand closer and closer to my crotch.

I was far too overwhelmed by what was happening to remember about my pad. I was concentrating on timing short breaths between Mark's thrusts and didn't realize how excited I was until his hand cupped my pussy. There were my tights, panties and pad between his hand and my clit, but the friction sent shivers throughout my body in a mini orgasm. All I could do was moan around his thrusting cock.

"You like having your face fucked don't you slut." Mark said as he started to really fuck my face.

I couldn't reply with a mouth full of cock. The deep thrusts were making me gag and retch around his cock. Mucus and saliva was pouring out of my mouth running along my face and into my hair since my head was hanging upside down. I had to hold my breath so I wouldn't aspirate my own saliva.

"Oh God yess, I'm gonna cum!" Mark screamed as he dug his fingers into my pussy. My pad must have been dislodged from his earlier rubbing because I felt his fingers pushing my tights and panties into my vagina.

My lungs were burning, tears were welling in my eyes, and I was scared that I might pass out. My hands were pushing against Mark's hips trying to get him to pause or slow down so I could catch my breath.

All of a sudden Mark stopped his thrusting, released my pussy and let out a loud guttural moan.

I managed to pull back slightly but Mark kept the head of his cock in mouth as I took several quick deep breaths through my nose. I felt his cock twitching against my lips as his cum splashed onto my tongue. It was all I could do to hold Mark's erupting cock in my mouth while I kept breathing through my nose. I was too tired and oxygen starved to do anything else. My mouth quickly filled with his cum to the point of overflowing. I regained enough control at this point to swallow quickly before any cum leaked out. Mark's cock was still twitching and cum was still filling my mouth.

Mark used his free hand to stroke the shaft of his cock milking the rest of his cum from his balls and onto my waiting tongue. "Don't swallow yet, let me see it." Mark said as he moved his other hand back to my pussy.

With all my saliva, my mouth was quite full, but I obeyed Mark's command. When his orgasm subsided and he withdrew his cock, I kept my mouth wide open to show him my mouth full of cum.

"That looks so fucking hot." Mark complimented as he tried to work his fingers deeper into my pussy.

I swallowed my mouthful of cum in one large gulp before opening my mouth again to show Mark that it was all gone.

"Kitty, you are the nastiest girl I know." he said as he released my pussy and stood back up.

I noticed that the fingers he had working on my pussy were tinged with blood. "Sorry about that, I told you that I'm having my period remember." I said as I sat back up on the bed.

"Don't worry about it." Mark replied as he cleaned himself up with some tissues.

As I wiped all the saliva from my face, I noticed that Mark had caused a tear in the crotch of my tights and that my panties were showing through the hole. I also felt that my pad was displaced and was sure that panties and tights would be soiled with blood. Even when we didn't fuck, Mark still managed to ruin a pair of my tights.

There was no way I could go out looking like I did and it would take at least an hour to make myself presentable again. Mark was too hungry to wait so we compromised. He would run out to get some take out food while I showered and cleaned up. I didn't bother getting all dressed up after my shower since we weren't planning on going out. Mark and I just talked a bit as we ate a quick dinner. He left right after dinner promising to call me soon.

I was hopeful but knew him well enough by now to know not to hold my breath waiting.



Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 09



This is the next chapter about my first year in college. It is based on my diary from almost 20 years ago. It obviously involves interracial sex so if this offends you, please do not read further. If you like my story, you can read my earlier chapters to get a better understanding of the events unfolding.

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I didn't hear from Mark or Brian for the next few days. Mark not calling was expected but not hearing from Brian was surprising. We've been talking on the phone almost every day the previous week. I focused on my studies trying to catch up with all my work that I've been neglecting because of my partying. By the time Thursday came around though, I was starting to get horny. My period just finished and I was looking forward to getting a good fucking. I still didn't know how to reach Mark so I called Brian instead.

He was rather cold during our short talk. It ended abruptly when he said that we shouldn't see each other anymore. Even though we weren't going steady, I was hurt and felt like I was just dumped. I spent most of that night and Friday during classes ruminating over why Brian broke it off. The more I thought about it though, the more I realized that deep down; I didn't really like Brian that much. It was probably better that we ended it earlier rather than later.

Accepting it though, didn't help my problem of being horny as a toad. I was still unable to reach Mark and was left with few options. Rather than fucking a total stranger, I decided to go to The Vault to see if I could hook up with Thomas again. He worked as a bouncer there and we had some fun last weekend (in chapter seven). Now that Brian and I were officially finished, there wasn't any reason why I couldn't see his brother Thomas. A small part of my subconscious probably relished the idea that fucking his brother would be an excellent way to get back at Brian.

After classes, I had an appointment with the salon. It was Halloween weekend and I was planning on dying my hair blonde as part of my costume. The mask I was going to wear only covered half my face and I thought it would make it harder for people to recognize me with a different hair colour. I would have preferred having it done the day of the party but Friday afternoon was the only time I could get at the salon.

Wanting to keep my hair colour change a surprise for the party, I brought some dinner to eat in my dorm room. Maggie my roommate would know of course, but I was trying to keep the number of people to see the new colour as low as possible. That left me the difficulty deciding on what to wear that night going to the club. I didn't want to wear my costume of course; I was saving that for the party Saturday night.

I finally decided to wear the same outfit that I wore two weeks ago at one of the after game parties. It was very provocative and I thought Thomas would like it. There also wouldn't be anyone from the party at the club so I didn't have to worry about anyone seeing me in the same outfit a couple weeks apart. It consisted of a semi-sheer black blouse and black lace teddy. I matched it with a flared black miniskirt, sheer to waist tan pantyhose and knee high boots.

One adjustment I made was because of Mark. He seemed to love tearing holes in my pantyhose ruining them after a single use. I recently bought a nylon body stocking which had a pre made opening in the crotch. That gave me the idea of cutting out the cotton gusset from a pair of pantyhose. Now because I don't like wearing panties with my pantyhose, I normally prefer to have the cotton gusset in place. For the times I go out on a date though, I could make do wearing the pantyhose with the gusset cut out. The lace teddy had a snap crotch which covered the opening anyway.

I covered myself up with a long coat before going out. Having called for a cab already, I went straight from my room and out to the cab without any detours. Luckily, I didn't run into any one I knew.

My plan was to meet Thomas, not party alone at the club, so I intentionally went very late. It was past midnight but there was still a long line up at the front of the club. Remembering what Thomas told me last week, I walked past the line amid a sea of angry glares. Even though it was a fairly cool October night, I left my coat open so I could tease Thomas with what I was wearing.

Thomas was at the entrance and I noticed him staring at me as I walked up to him. I watched his eyes as I approached and could tell that he wasn't looking at my face.

I greeted him with a simple "Hi Thomas."

His eyes finally moved up to my face where a look of surprise washed over him. "Kitty Cat? Wow, you look different."

"Do you like the new colour?" I asked as I whipped my hair about.

"Well, blondes do have more fun you know." he replied grinning.

Standing up on my toes, I leaned forward intentionally brushing my breasts against him as I whispered into his ear, "I'm counting on it." He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a bear hug as I continued whispering "I wanted to talk to you again."

"I have a break in an hour. It'll have to wait until then." Thomas answered. "You going to behave yourself while you're waiting?" he continued as he released me from his hug.

"Of course, I'm a good girl." I replied.

"Dressed like that? I don't think so." Thomas teased.

I playfully hit him in is arm as I said "Just for that, I'm going inside and leaving you out here in the cold."

"Don't have too much fun." he said as he ushered me inside.

The club was packed. As I waited in line at the coat check, I thought about how nice it was, knowing someone who worked at the club. With the line up outside, there was no way I would have gotten in even if I was 19, the legal drinking age in Ontario. After checking my coat, I worked my way through the crowd checking people out and drawing some attention to myself. Dressed like I was, I noticed a lot of guys taking second and third looks. Before I even finished one circuit, some guy started talking to me, offering me a drink.

Taking the drink, we began flirting with one another. I guess I shouldn't have accepted the drink since I was meeting Thomas later. My intention wasn't to lead him on and tease him but I was enjoying the attention so much I didn't think it through. After finishing my drink, we went out on the dance floor for awhile. The drink helped me relax but I wasn't intoxicated yet and I caught a lot of guys checking me out. I know that I'm not gorgeous, but I have a nice figure and I like to wear revealing clothes to show it off. The outfit I had on that night was especially provocative which drew even more attention.

We danced for several songs before taking a break. On the way off the dance floor, we were stopped by one of the bouncers. I recognized him as the one working the door last week when Maggie and I had trouble getting in. His name was John if I remember correctly. Thomas said that they didn't get along but that was actually quite an understatement. John was smaller than Thomas; about 6 feet tall but just as muscular if not more. His skin tone was darker too, almost as dark as Mark but not quite. He also had tattoos covering his arms but he didn't shave his head like Thomas did. His demeanour though made him even more intimidating than Thomas was.

John demanded that I show him some identification. The guy who I was dancing with must have been scared of John because he slinked away quietly. I sheepishly took my driver's licence out and handed it to John.

"I thought I recognized you from last week. The hair colour is different but I'm good with faces." John said loudly to overcome the music.

I stood there silently as he checked my I.D.

"I knew it. Thomas snuck you in, didn't he?" he asked rhetorically. He then grabbed my arm, saying "Let's go." as he dragged me along through the crowd.

I was too stunned to respond as I followed along. He was so strong that there wasn't anything I could do even if I tried to resist. He dragged me through a door labelled 'private' which lead to a stairway. "Wait, where are we going?" I asked.

"To see the assistant manager. Thomas is going to lose his job for this." John said with an evil delight.

"No, you can't." I shouted as I pulled against him with all my strength. His grip tightened on my arm preventing me from escaping but I managed to at least stop our forward progress. "It's my fault, don't get Thomas fired because of me." I pleaded.

"He's always sneaking his bitches in the club; but this time is different, you're only 18. Line jumping is no big deal but an underage drinker could cost the club its liquor license." 

"I'll leave then, no one has to know that I was here. Please don't tell the manager." I begged.

"Too late for that now sugar, but.... if you give me a little taste, I might be persuaded to forget this little incident." John replied.

"Taste of what?" I asked.

"Don't play innocent with me; I know what you and Thomas were doing in the bathroom last week. Hell, half the staff heard the two of you going at it." John said.

I could feel my face flush with embarrassment as I stood mute, not knowing how to respond.

John then continued, "Everyone knows Thomas is a player. We usually just ignore it. This is different though, he's putting us all at risk."

"I'm not a slut you know. I don't go fucking every guy I meet." I said. Since my recent encounters seemed to contradict my words, I was partially trying to convince myself as well as John.

"Well, you're gonna have to think of something to make me forget about this." John answered.

"I could give you a blow job." I half asked and half stated. For me fellatio wasn't as intimate as fucking and something I normally love to do for a guy. Even though this would be a form of extortion, giving John a blow job didn't seem that offensive. I mean, I often gave my old boyfriends blow jobs when I wasn't in the mood to fuck just to appease them. I convinced myself that this wasn't that different of a situation. 

"That might do the trick, as long as you put some real effort into it." John agreed as he started undoing his belt.

"What, here?" I asked a bit shocked.

"It's as good a place as any." he replied as he continued undoing his pants.

"What if someone comes by?" I asked looking around.

"Don't worry; no one ever comes back here." John assured me. He then proceeded to push his pants and underwear down to his knees.

John was much taller than me and standing a couple of stairs ahead so his crotch was at the level of my neck just below eye level. My eyes automatically fixed onto his black cock. It was as dark and angry as its owner. The size was impressive, especially since it didn't look hard dangling between his legs. I couldn't help but wonder if the myth about black men had a seed of truth in it. This was the fifth black cock I've seen in person, the fourth in the last few weeks, and all have been bigger than my previous boyfriends in high school. I know the total number is small but I was starting to believe that this couldn't be just chance.

I was brought back to reality by John's voice, "Come on, get to work before I change my mind."

Putting down my purse, I reached up to grab his cock and started playing with it. John reached down and grabbed a breast through my blouse and lace teddy. I was about to object but then figured that anything he found arousing would help me finish that much quicker. Thinking on that track, I decided to play along saying "mmmm, you have a nice big cock." His cock quickly became erect. I'm not sure if it was my hand, my breast, my words, or a combination of the three that worked, but I guess it doesn't really matter. Examining John's cock in my hand, I realized that he really did have a nice big cock. It didn't get that much bigger than when I first saw it but it was as hard as steel. The dark skin contrasting against my ivory fingers was still erotic despite the circumstances. I finally took the head between my lips and started gently sucking as my tongue teased the tip of his cock.

"Take it deeper." John ordered as he used his free hand to pull my head towards him.

I complied with his demand as I relaxed my jaw allowing his cock to thrust into the back of my throat. With our height difference and John being a couple of steps above me, I didn't really have to bend over to get his cock in my mouth. Sucking a cock while standing wasn't a new position for me but not having to bend over was much more comfortable. My goal was still to get him off as quickly as possible to get it over with and minimize the chance of being caught. To this end, I started bobbing my head quickly on his cock while intensifying the suction of my mouth.

"Fuck yesss, that feels good." John hissed through clenched teeth.

I kept up a quick pace only pausing to take a quick breaths. One hand was holding the base of his cock to keep some control while my other hand started fondling his balls. The hand John was using to cup my breast started playing with my nipple, pinching it between the lace fabric of my teddy. My body started responding despite my mind's reservations. The friction caused my nipple to harden beneath his fingers. The familiar sensations of a hard black cock in my mouth contributed to my automatic nervous system's responses. There was no denying it, my pussy was getting swollen and starting to lubricate.

"Damn, you sure know how to suck cock. I'm not gonna last much longer." John warned me.

His words conjured the image in my mind of his big black cock erupting cum all over my face and clothes. Thinking quickly, I let his cock slip out of my mouth to say "I want to taste you, cum for me baby, cum in my mouth." I lied of course since I was hoping the dirty talk would make him cum sooner and get this over with. Taking a deep breath, I then took his cock back into my mouth and sucked on it, bobbing my head as fast as I could. It wasn't a complete lie; I did want him to cum in my mouth though rather than soiling my clothes or ruining my makeup.

John kept a tight grip on my head by grabbing a fistful of my now blonde hair as he let out a loud moan. I guess he didn't want me to pull off his cock while he came. His body stiffened as I felt his cock twitching in my mouth. My hand stroked his black shaft as I continued sucking on the head of his cock. I didn't feel any cum shooting against my tongue but my mouth certainly filled with cum quick enough. To make sure nothing leaked out to drip onto my clothes, I swallowed before my mouth got too full. I was also surprised that his cum tasted a little sweet. Finishing milking John through his orgasm, I kept the last of his cum in my mouth when I released his cock. Swirling the cum around my mouth with my tongue, I savoured the smooth texture and sweetness of John's cum. It was the most pleasant cum that I've had the pleasure of tasting in my young life. I mean it didn't taste like ice cream, but for cum, it was relatively good.

"That was fucking fantastic. You are one serious freak." John said as he pulled up his pants.

Swallowing the remaining cum in my mouth, I asked "You're not going to get Thomas in trouble then?"

"That's the deal. Now I've got to get back to work." John answered walking past me down the stairs.

I followed him back to the dance hall before leaving to go to the women's room. As I waited in line, I took a compact out to make sure I didn't have any cum on my face. Once in the stall, I checked the front of my clothes carefully for any stains. There was a small wet spot on my skirt but I'm pretty sure it was just my saliva. Since I was already there, I hiked up my skirt and undid the crotch snap of my teddy. I was surprised to find it damp. Sucking John's cock had more of an effect on me than I allowed myself to think. I was about to pull down my pantyhose when I remembered that I had cut out the cotton gusset already. I only had to keep my skirt and teddy hiked up as I squatted over the toilet to urinate.

As I touched up my makeup and straightened out my blonde hair I couldn't get over how different I looked with my new hair colour. Not only did I look different, I felt different. I felt more mature, more aware of my sexuality, and more adventurous than ever before. I expected that after being extorted into giving a strange black man a blow job I would feel degraded and used but I felt neither. In fact, it didn't really bother me at all. I mean sucking John's dick didn't get me as excited as I usually get but I can't deny the physical evidence of my body's reactions. My old self would have rushed off to go home but the new me didn't want to go without accomplishing my goal of hooking up with Thomas. I haven't been fucked in almost a week and I was horny as hell.

I flirted some more while waiting for Thomas. By the time he tracked me down, it was almost closing time. I already had several more drinks and was getting quite tipsy. Seeing him, I leapt into his arms and gave him a big wet kiss.

"Where'd you go? I couldn't find you during my break." Thomas asked.

"I must have been in the washroom." I answered. It wasn't a complete lie; I was in the washroom earlier, and I couldn't very well tell him what I was really doing.

"I can't get over how different you look Kitty Cat." Thomas told me.

"I feel like a different person." I replied.

"Maybe we should give you a new nickname then." he suggested.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

He thought for a moment before asking "How about Kit Kat?"

"Kit Kat... Kit Kat...." I repeated to myself to hear how it sounded. "I like it." I added. Kitty seemed too girlish and immature for me now. Kit Kat seemed to go along with my new hair colour and my newly found sexuality.

"Well Kit Kat, what can I do for you?" Thomas asked grinning.

"I've missed you. I was hoping we could get together after you finish work." I said. Even as I was saying the words, a part of me couldn't believe it. I've never been so bold as to proposition a guy before.

"Last week I didn't know you were seeing Brian. I can't do that to my brother on purpose." Thomas answered.

"We only saw each other a couple of times; besides, Brian said he didn't want to see me anymore." I explained.

"You know that I'm not looking for a girlfriend." he said.

Leaning into him, pushing my tits against his arm, I whisper into his ear "I know, I just want to fuck."

"Well pretty lady, I think I can help you there." Thomas said with a wide grin.

We locked into a deep sensual kiss as his hands roamed all over my butt. Holding me tightly against him, his hands worked both of my ass cheeks through my clothes. I was starting to get worked up when Thomas broke our kiss, releasing me. "I'll be finished after closing, see ya soon." he said giving my ass a parting squeeze before heading back to work.

When the club turned on the lights to indicate that they were closing, I retrieved my coat from the coat check. I hung out just inside the entrance waiting until Thomas could leave. It was a good thing I was fairly drunk since I wouldn't have the nerve to stay there if I wasn't. I mean I was waiting on some guy for the sole purpose of getting fucked. I didn't even know him that well. Remembering being fucked by Thomas and thinking about more of the same, already had me moist.

Thomas was an intimidating figure. Well over 6 feet tall, built like a body builder, shaven head and tattoos all suggesting that he's dangerous. He was Brian's brother however and must have been raised alike. He walked around his car to open the door for me first. Once inside, I reached over and unlocked his door. These were the days before automatic key fobs.

As he was driving, Thomas kept one hand on my thigh just below the hem of my skirt. He absent mindedly caressed my inner thigh with his fingers. I don't think he realized the affect he had on me. I was already horny from before and feeling his hand so close to my pussy had my juices flowing. Thomas still appeared oblivious to my excitement so I decided to do something about it. I grabbed his wrist and slid his hand higher up my thigh under my skirt. His hand now was resting on the top of my thigh with his fingers brushing up against the crotch of my lace teddy.




Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 09



"I've been thinking about you all night. Can you feel how hot I am?" I told him.

Without any hesitation, Thomas moved his hand to cup my pussy, rubbing my whole Venus mound. The action surprised me and the new sensations caused my body to shudder reflexively. His hand then found the snap holding the crotch of my teddy together and with a quick flick, undid it. I was wearing pantyhose but I had cut out the cotton gusset so with the crotch of my teddy undone, there was nothing between Thomas' hand and my pussy. Before I knew what was happening, I felt two thick fingers penetrating me causing me to moan loudly. He worked his fingers in and out of my pussy causing me to squirm in my seat. My eyes closed as I concentrated on the sensations rippling through my body from my vagina. I don't know how Thomas kept his concentration on the road with what he was doing to me.

"You like that Kit Kat? Does that feel good?" Thomas asked without stopping his fingers.

"God, Yes!" I answered, my eyes still closed.

"Tell me what you want." he ordered.

"I want you to fuck me." I said gyrating my hips trying to rub my clitoris against his hand.

Thomas understood my movements and pushed his fingers all the way in until his palm was brushing against my clit with every movement. "Details, Kit Kat, tell me details." he replied.

"I want your big cock inside my pussy. I want to feel you thrusting it hard, stretching me open." I told him still keeping my eyes closed. While I was talking, I was imagining the same actions happening to me.

Thomas prompted me "Go on, what else?"

"I want to suck your beautiful black cock; feel it pushing into my throat." I said as I opened my eyes to look over at him. My left hand reached over to feel for his big cock through his pants. I then continued "I want to taste you, to feel your cock throbbing in my mouth as it erupts." Feeling a big hard bulge in his pants, I knew he was getting excited too.

Thomas withdrew his fingers from my pussy and moved his arm behind my shoulders. "There you go Kit Kat, your wish is my command." he said as he pulled me towards him.

Reaching over with both hands now, I started undoing Thomas' belt and pants. With the size of his cock and his erection, I had great difficulty in freeing his cock. My persistence paid off though when I finally succeeded and held my beautiful black prize. As I was stroking his cock, admiring the erotic contrast in our skin, I felt his arm pushing gently down on my shoulders. I figured out his meaning and leaned down lowering my head only to be stopped short of my goal by my seat belt. It took me two seconds to undo my seat belt and rectify the problem.

I repositioned myself so that I was almost sitting sideways in my seat as I leaned down to take Thomas' cock into my mouth. Sucking on the head, I used my tongue to twirl around the tip. I would alternate sucking on is cock with gliding my tongue up and down along the shaft. The skin was silky smooth especially since he kept his pubic hair shaved. I remembered Thomas liked his balls being licked and suckled but in our positions, it was impossible.

"Suck my cock Kit Kat, take it deeper." Thomas said as his hand pushed down on my head.

Taking a deep breath, I promptly obeyed. I felt his cock push against my throat almost making me gag. I sucked hard on his cock while holding it deep inside my mouth. My left hand was still able to grab a part of his shaft so I could tell that I failed in taking his entire length. When my lungs started burning, I pulled back, keeping only the head of his cock inside my mouth. As I caught my breath, I stroked the black shaft with my left hand. My right hand was resting on Thomas' left leg to help support my body taking some of the weight off my lower back. I repeated the entire procedure several times before the awkward position started to really strain my back.

I didn't remember Thomas parking the car since I was busy, but I noticed that we had stopped moving for awhile. Taking advantage, I moved to a kneeling position on the passenger seat facing towards the driver's side. I managed to keep the head of Thomas' cock inside my mouth throughout the move. Without having to rotate my torso as well as bend down, the strain on my back was much less and I could get back to enjoying sucking on Thomas' cock. I've mentioned in earlier chapters that I love sucking cock. The sensations heighten my excitement and when I'm excited, I want to suck cock more. It's a wonderful feedback loop that can bring me close to an orgasm. When I'm really excited, I find I can suppress my gag reflex better and can take cocks deeper into my throat.

With his long arms and my new position, Thomas was able to reach over my back to rub my pussy. I started bobbing my head on his cock as he worked his fingers on my pussy, sliding a couple inside me. Thomas slid his fingers in and out of my vagina in rhythm with the bobbing movements of my head on his cock. As I increased my tempo, Thomas' fingers sped up too. We were both getting really worked up and I think Thomas was close to cumming; I certainly knew that I was.

Suddenly, I heard some car doors slamming followed by some loud voices. Even though I was a bit drunk, the sounds shocked me back to my senses and I looked up to see where we were and what was going on. The windows of the car had steamed up somewhat but I could see enough to recognize that we were parked outside my dorm. I couldn't make out any people but since the voices were getting louder, I concluded that someone must be walking by. I ducked my head back down onto Thomas' lap hoping that I wouldn't be seen. The loud voices abruptly became hushed followed by a chorus of laughter. The car windows were completely shut so I couldn't make out what the voices were saying but the laughter made me think they saw what Thomas and I were doing. At first I felt so embarrassed but quickly realized that even though they saw us, there was no way they could make out any details through the steamed up windows. My identity couldn't have been known especially since I just dyed my hair blonde. The voices slowly trailed off as the group of men walked away. Thomas and I looked at one another and broke out laughing ourselves.

I raised my head back up and peeked around to make sure there wasn't anyone nearby. Sitting back up in the passenger seat, I started to straighten out my mussed up hair. "We better go up to my room." I told Thomas. He quickly did up his pants and got out of the car. Once out of the car, I pulled down the hem of my skirt to make sure I was covered up since I didn't bother doing up the snap crotch of my teddy.

We rushed up to my room as quickly as we could. When we arrived at my dorm room, I saw a red ribbon tied around the door knob. "Damn." I cursed.

"What's wrong?" Thomas asked.

"Maggie's home. We have to go somewhere else." I answered. The ribbon was our signal that one of us wanted some privacy. We were allowed to use it twice a month each with no questions asked. I would normally go to the common TV room and wait a few hours but tonight I wanted to find somewhere more private. It was almost 3am and the TV room might be empty but being Friday night, there was a good chance someone would wander in at any moment. Then I thought of the laundry room. Some nerds might do their laundry Friday night but even they would be finished by 3am. I took Thomas and led him quickly down to the laundry room.

My luck was changing; the laundry room was empty. Once inside, I looked around quickly to make sure there weren't any filled machines that someone might come for. Thomas had already taken off his jacket by the time I finished my inspection. I followed his lead, dropping my purse along with my coat.

"We have to be quiet. I don't want anyone walking in on us." I told Thomas.

"I can keep quiet, can you?" he asked grinning.

Thomas then pulled me against him kissing me deeply as his hands moved to my ass squeezing my cheeks hard. I tried reaching between us to undo Thomas' belt and pants while we continued kissing. Thomas' hands roamed over my butt causing my skirt to ride up. It wasn't long before the back of my skirt was bunched up around my waist. With the crotch of my teddy still undone, only the thin nylon of my pantyhose separated his hands from my ass. I was making progress on Thomas' pants but it was slow because of the distraction of his hands and lips.

As I tried to work his pants over his hips, Thomas reached between my legs from behind to start rubbing my wet pussy. With the cotton gusset cut out, his fingers found my wet slit, sliding in easily. His penetrating fingers caused me to break our kiss as I couldn't suppress a loud moan. By now, his beautiful black cock was free and I started stroking the shaft.

Thomas lifted me up easily and carried me to a washing machine, placing me down on top. The cold metal was a bit of a shock since I only had the pantyhose between my ass cheeks and the machine. Thomas then grabbed my boots by the ankle spreading my legs apart as he lifted them up. The movement forced me to lean back onto my elbows resting on top of the washing machine.

Throughout this time my lace teddy slowly moved up my body because of the elastic fabric. By now the crotch snaps were at the level of my waist along with my bunched up skirt. Without a gusset in my pantyhose, my pussy was completely exposed. Thomas bent down and without any warning shoved his tongue into my hole. My legs jerked as it felt like electricity was shooting throughout my body from my pussy.

Thomas repositioned my legs over his shoulders one at a time while he continued eating my pussy expertly. His tongue would dance around my clit before thrusting into my vagina and then come back to flicker against my clit again. My sexual energy had been building up all week and as excited as I was, it wasn't long before I was nearing climax. The sight of his shaved black head between my legs helped pushed me over the edge causing my whole body to shudder and shake. Thomas kept working his tongue all around my pussy prolonging the duration of my orgasm.

When my orgasm subsided and I recovered my senses, I saw Thomas had stood back up. He had moved my legs off his shoulders spreading them further apart. His elbows were hooked under my knees supporting the weight of my legs. Being very tall, his cock was almost at the same level as the top of the washing machine. I was sitting on top of the machine though so my pussy was too high. Thomas pulled me to him sliding my ass off the edge of the machine.

It was obvious what Thomas was doing. I reached down between my legs to help guide his cock inside me. I felt the hot bare skin of his big cock as I directed it to my vagina. I knew we should use a condom but I was too euphoric from my recent orgasm to care. Back then I was also very naive thinking that since we already fucked without a condom once, a second time wouldn't make a difference.

Once his cock entered me, Thomas immediately started to fuck me in long deliberate strokes. I lay back down against the washing machine trying to enjoy the deep hard thrusts. After a few minutes, Thomas started to increase the pace of his fucking. The force of his thrusts increased alongside the pace. Soon, the washing machine was rocking vigorously and it wasn't even on.

Normally being fucked by a big black cock would have me screaming in ecstasy but the awkward position made it uncomfortable. The edge of the washing machine was digging into the small of my back. With every thrust, Thomas was driving me into the machine. When it started to get painful, I had to tell Thomas to stop.

"You okay?" Thomas asked not realizing how bad my back hurt.

Thinking quickly I said "Yeah, I just want to suck your cock some more."

Thomas stepped back slipping his cock out and lowered my legs down to the ground. I immediately moved to a kneeling position in front of him. His big black cock was standing straight out glistening with my lubrication. Without hesitation I took his cock deep into my mouth and started sucking my juices off of it.

"I love your new look Kit Kat," Thomas said as he stroked my blonde hair, "you look hotter and sultrier."

Feeling especially wanton, I let his cock slip out of my mouth. "Mmmm, I love tasting myself on your cock." I told him as I looked up into his eyes. Taking his cock back into my mouth, I started bobbing my head working his cock in and out. One hand reached up to caress his smooth balls while the other reached around to grab his firm ass.

"You're gonna make me cum saying things like that." Thomas replied.

Knowing he was getting close to cumming made me even more excited. "Yes baby, cum for me. I want to feel your cock shooting in my mouth. I want to taste your cum." I said while stroking his shaft quickly. Taking his cock back into my mouth, I doubled my efforts in trying to bring him to orgasm. Bobbing my head as fast as I could while taking his cock deep enough in my throat to make me gag.

Thomas began to thrust his hips as he approached orgasm, forcing his cock deeper into my throat. I retched a couple of times but managed to keep my jaw relaxed enough for him to continue fucking my mouth. I moved one hand to firmly grip the base of his shaft to prevent him from thrusting too deeply.

"Fuck, yesssss!" Thomas exclaimed as his body and cock started twitching.

A split second later, I felt a large spurt of cum splash against the back of my throat causing me to gag again. I reflexively pulled back, releasing his cock from my mouth. The second spurt struck my face leaving a trail from my nose to my chin. Quickly regaining control of myself, I took Thomas' cock back into my mouth sucking hard on the head. The hand which was at the base of the shaft started stroking it in strong firm movements. There were two more spurts of cum splashing against my tongue but they were much smaller than the first two. I continued stroking his cock until his cock stop throbbing even though only a small amount of cum oozed from the urethra. His cum was quite salty so I swallowed my mouthful quickly. With his orgasm finishing, I took his cock back deep into my mouth and kept sucking until I felt his erection start to fade.

"Damn Kit Kat, I sure could get use to this." Thomas said smiling down at me.

"Anytime Thomas; you know where to find me." I replied with a big grin.

I took a tissue from my purse and cleaned up the cum from my face while Thomas pulled up his pants. He then picked up my coat and purse, holding them while I quickly adjusted my clothes to look presentable. It was then that I noticed a large drop of cum on my blouse right between my breasts. It must have dripped off my chin while I was still sucking Thomas' cock. I used another tissue to blot the cum off my blouse. Worried it might still leave a stain though, I took my blouse off to soak it in some water. I guess it was a good thing we were in the laundry room. Since the lace teddy was the only thing covering my tits now, I put on my coat and buttoned it up. I would of course prefer to be in my room but I didn't think Maggie was done yet. I walked Thomas back to the front entrance seeing him off before going back down to the TV room.

Later that night when I was getting ready for bed, I noticed a long red mark running across the small of my back. It coincided with the tender area where the washing machine was digging into my back. That was going to become a nasty looking bruise I thought to myself. At least the end results made it well worth it.



Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 10



This is the next chapter in this series about my early experiences with interracial sex. Once again, if this offends you, please do not read further. To get a more complete picture, please read the entire story line. It's been awhile since my last post, but I've been busy. Thanks again for the nice feedback and for those of you who especially enjoyed the stories, I will continue writing stories based on my life experiences as often as I can.

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I wanted to start by describing myself again to give the reader an idea what I look like. It was almost 20 years ago when I was 18 and in my first year at university. I'm 5'6" and back then I weighed just over 130 lbs. I didn't have a lot of natural beauty but with the right makeup, I can look pretty good. I did have a nice set of tits and long legs though. In fact I consider my legs to be one of my best features. Now I've never been athletic so as my weight suggests, I had a lot of curves to my body. I wasn't overweight but I wasn't a skinny model either. To be honest, I considered myself quite average in many ways. In order to compete with the prettier, skinnier girls in high school, I learned to highlight my best features, my tits and legs. I usually wore tight tops and short skirts. My high school had a uniform so I had to wear a white blouse, school jacket, tartan skirt, and tights or pantyhose every day. I made sure my blouse was a size too small so my tits pushed out more. And my skirt was rolled up so the hem was well above the knee. I didn't wear the uniform to university of course but I did still usually wear tight tops and short skirts. My medium brown hair was usually down to my shoulders, but yesterday I dyed it blonde and cut it into a short bob.

This continues from chapter nine, the very next day which happened to be Saturday, October 31st. This year, the annual college party would be a true Halloween party. The day started off normally enough but as you will read later, turned into something to remember. I often sleep in on the weekends but that day I didn't wake up until after 11 am. Friday was a very late and eventful night for me which explains why I slept in so long.

Maggie and I had been looking forward to going to the big party for several weeks. We both had our outfits all planned out. Maggie was going retro as a playboy bunny. She had the corset like outfit, the fluffy white cotton tail, fishnet pantyhose, high heel pumps, and of course the bunny ears.

My costume was my version of Cat Woman. I couldn't afford to buy a special body suit so I had to improvise. I was planning on wearing a black sheer nylon body stocking; sort of a one piece tank top/pantyhose combination. It was actually a type of lingerie as there was an opening in the crotch. Obviously, I couldn't wear just the body stocking; being sheer, everything would be visible. I had an old black dance leotard I was going to wear over the body stocking. It sort of looked like a one piece bathing suit but with sleeves. The leotard would prevent anything from being visible, including the open crotch, while the body stocking allowed me to go without bra or panties so there wouldn't be any lines showing. The finishing touches were black high heeled boots and a cat half mask with ears that covered my eyes and nose. The costume was skin tight and relatively revealing which was why I dyed my hair to make it difficult to guess my identity. I liked the attention I knew my outfit would garner but at the same time only wanted my close friends to know it was me to minimize the gossiping.

While I was showering that morning, I noticed that my lower back was still very sore. I hurt it while Thomas was fucking me in the laundry room the previous night. When I examined it later in the mirror I could see all the bruising caused by the edge of the washing machine. I didn't notice it as much last night because it took some time for the skin to become discoloured. I made a mental note to keep it covered up over the next few days to avoid any embarrassing questions.

During lunch, Maggie and I caught up on last night's events. I kept it to partying in the Vault, omitting the parts about John extorting a blow job from me and fucking Thomas in the dorm laundry room. Maggie was more interested in talking about her night anyway. She knew she had to give up the details since she used the red ribbon last night. The red ribbon was a sign we used to indicate that one of us wanted some privacy. We agreed that we could use it on a first come basis but only twice a month. Maggie proceeded to tell me about her night with Steven, her new boyfriend. I started listening intently but the talk about sex made me think about Mark and how much I missed his big black cock. It's been 10 days since he last fucked me and I was desperate to feel him inside me again. I continued to pretend that I was interested in Maggie's story but spent most of the time daydreaming about Mark.

I was very pleasantly surprised when Mark called late in the afternoon. He invited me to the football team's party. This week had a Halloween theme of course and most of the people would be in costume. I told him that it was too short notice since I had plans to go to another Halloween party already. He continued to sweet talk me into changing my mind. I explained that I promised Maggie that we would go to the college party but eventually agreed to go over to his party later in the night. Mark said that would be cool and to look for him to be dressed as the big bad wolf. His costume was very appropriate since Mark was a dog but I kept that thought to myself. I knew that he only wanted some sex but I missed him so much I was willing to accept any terms.

Once we finished dinner, Maggie and I started getting ready for the party. There's a lot of work that needs to be done for a girl to look her best. I am bit ashamed to say it took us almost two hours. The results, I think, were worth it. We both looked spectacular in our respective costumes. We covered up with long coats for the trip to the party.

From the moment we took off our coats, guys were staring at us. Most would look away when we caught them staring but a bold few kept looking. We circulated around to check out the crowd but also to show ourselves off. It didn't take long before some guys had put drinks in our hands. One was wearing a sheet as a toga while the other had green make up and ripped clothes. I guess he was supposed to be the Hulk. I found them as lame as their costumes but they were harmless enough. We talked and danced and they kept us supplied with drinks.

Maggie seemed to be having a blast, relishing all the attention she was getting. I was having fun too, but my mind kept thinking ahead to meeting Mark later that night. I found myself watching the clock trying to decide how long to stay before going to the football team's party. I think I stayed only two or three hours before my anticipation took control. I couldn't wait to see Mark any longer and told Maggie that I was going to leave. She of course wasn't ready to go so I told her to have fun and not worry about me.

Covering myself up with my coat, I left to go call a cab. The guys had pushed me to drink far more than I should have and I was already fairly drunk by the time I left. The cold October night air helped me focus on getting to the frat house safely.

It was after midnight by the time I arrived and the party was in full swing. Shedding my coat, I roamed around the house looking for Mark. Most of the crowd was in costume so I had trouble recognizing anyone. My outfit garnered a lot of attention, especially from the guys, but I don't think any one recognized me with my new blonde hair. I remembered that Mark said he would be dressed as the big bad wolf but I didn't see one during my first quick trip around the house. A pirate introduced himself as Black beard and offered me a screwdriver. Accepting his drink, I stopped and talked with him for awhile. It tasted like orange juice but left a slightly bitter taste in your mouth. Never having one before, I assumed that it was suppose to taste like that.

I've been thinking about Mark all evening long keeping me in an aroused state the entire time. I wasn't plastered but had enough alcohol at the other party to be a little drunk. I didn't want to waste any more time and couldn't wait to find him. Halfway through the screwdriver, I spotted a tall guy in a werewolf mask standing in the corner of the living room. Excusing myself from my pirate friend, I walked over to the werewolf. It wasn't a very imaginative costume. Basically it was a guy wearing a werewolf mask with a sweatshirt and jeans. It must have been Mark since he was the only thing resembling a wolf at the party. He was standing next to another tall guy in a Frankenstein monster costume and a shorter guy dressed like Dracula.

The half glass of the screwdriver seemed to really affect me. I didn't feel that much more intoxicated but a wave of euphoria crashed over me. Everyone seemed friendlier and I started thinking of everyone as an intimate friend. All my inhibitions seemed to just wash away.

With my mask and blonde hair, I didn't think Mark would recognize me. I decided to play with the werewolf and see how he reacted to my advances.

"Hi Wolf man, do you like what you see?" I asked as I thrust my chest out towards him.

"I sure do." he answered, his voice muffled by his mask.

I walked around him brushing my body up against his pretending to be a cat rubbing against someone's leg. I made sure my hand briefly brushed against his groin as I circled around him. When I came back around to the front, I turned to face him and pressed my body up against him. His friends just stared at me, enjoying the view.

"Does this little pussy cat have a name?" the werewolf asked. His hands moved to rest on my ass.

Not wanting to reveal my identity to him yet, I replied "Call me Kit Kat."

"Well Kit Kat, you are one sexy kitten." he said as he started caressing my ass.

Reaching between us, I started rubbing his cock through his jeans. Wearing a mask seemed to make me bolder and my euphoria dispelled my normal inhibitions. "This little kitten is hungry for some cream." I said looking up at him. His friends were standing nearby but I don't know if they could hear me over the loud music.

The werewolf just looked down at me speechless, his eyes bugging out of his mask.

I was like a real cat, playing with my prey. "Is there someplace private we can go to Wolfie?" I asked as I continued rubbing his cock; feeling it start to grow. He probably thought that this strange girl was just teasing him but I intended to carry this through.

Taking my hand, the werewolf led me upstairs and into a bedroom using a key to open the locked door. I briefly wondered why Mark would have a key to a frat house bedroom when he didn't live there but was brought back to reality when I felt myself being pulled inside. The room was dark, only dimly lit by a small bedside table lamp. It did give off enough light to get around but not to see any details.

He probably thought he was calling a bluff and didn't really expect anything to happen but I wasn't bluffing.

"Aren't you going to take off your mask so I can kiss you?" I asked as I resumed rubbing his now erect cock through his jeans.

"No, I'm going to stay in character." he answered.

"I know who you are, Mark!" I said as I started undoing the werewolf's jeans.

He didn't say anything as I worked his jeans and underwear down to his knees. I think he was too stunned that this was really happening to reply.

"It seems that this cat already got your tongue." Dropping down to my knees, I continued "Now I want something else." I grabbed his erect cock and started stroking it. It felt hard but didn't seem as big as I remembered it. I assumed that he just wasn't fully erect yet and took his cock into my mouth. My mask only covered my eyes and nose so there was no problem sucking his cock with it still on.

I was never able to take all of Mark's cock into my mouth when erect; it was just way too big. I still tried though, every chance I had. Taking a deep breath, I took the werewolf's cock deep into my mouth. That drew a loud moan from him as his body shuddered with excitement. His reactions made me even hotter and I used my hands to cup my tits.

My breasts were only covered by my nylon body stocking and black leotard. The nylon body stocking was as sheer as pantyhose and the leotard wasn't much thicker so my nipples looked like they might poke through the material. I slowly worked the werewolf's cock in and out of my mouth while my hands continued caressing my breasts and nipples through the thin materials.

The werewolf stayed true to his character, not saying any words. That didn't mean he was silent however. Grunts and loud moans came from behind his mask in a steady stream. His hips started jerking in small thrusts making me suspect that he was close to cumming.

I had to use one hand to grab the base of his cock to control his movements while my other moved down to start rubbing my pussy through my leotard. I was a bit surprised that he was going to cum so soon but I assumed that it was because my oral skills must be getting so good. Wanting to cum too, I pulled the crotch of my leotard to the side, giving me more direct access to my pussy. I was wearing a body stocking under the leotard, but the body stocking had an opening at the crotch so I was able to insert a couple of fingers into my vagina.

Trying to work myself quickly to a climax, I moved my fingers in and out of my vagina while my thumb rubbed my clit. Unfortunately, within seconds of starting to finger fuck myself, a loud moan signalled the start of the werewolf's orgasm.

Mark is what I would call a 'shooter'. When he cums, his ejaculate spurts out forcefully. I love it when I feel it splashing against my tongue or palate. He also usually has large loads easily filling my mouth to overflowing. I've also learned to not keep cocks deep in my mouth when cumming because sperm hitting the back of my throat makes me gag.

Feeling the cock in my mouth twitching, I took control of it with my hand on the base and pulled back leaving just the head between my lips. I didn't think much about it at the time, but I didn't feel any spurts of cum shooting inside my mouth. Several large globs of semen dropped onto my tongue from his cock. It tasted somewhat bitter so I swallowed it quickly. I released his cock from my mouth as I continued stroking the shaft causing the last small drop of cum to appear at the tip. Remembering how much Mark liked me swallowing his cum, I licked the last drop of cum from the werewolf's cock even though it had an off taste.

"That was amazing!" the werewolf said getting his voice back.

The compliment had me flush with pride. Standing back up, I looked up at him, still holding his softening cock in my hand. My free hand slid my mask up over my forehead revealing my face. "You knew it was me didn't you Mark?" I asked.

"Sure thing, Kit Kat." he answered. Pulling up his pants, he tucked away is beautiful black cock.

"Don't go yet; I want you to fuck me Mark. I need to feel you inside me." I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Later Kit Kat; I need a break." he replied pulling my arms off of him. After a short pause, he chuckled through his mask repeating the words, "Kit Kat... break..."

I just stood there not getting the joke at that time.

"Just wait here. I'll be back soon." he told me as he slipped out the door.

Walking over to the dresser mirror, I straightened out my costume and looked it over to make sure it wasn't soiled. Next I adjusted my hair and put my mask back in place. With still some time to fill, I touched up my lipstick which had smeared off. I looked almost the same as I did at the beginning of the night. There were a few marked differences though. I was still horny and in a very aroused state. My nipples were still practically poking through my leotard. The exposed skin on my face and neck revealed how flushed with sexual excitement I was. My body was a reflection of my aroused state. I was desperate for more cock.

The door opened and I was surprised when the friend dressed as Dracula came in.

"Hi Kit Kat, my name is Tyrone." the vampire said walking towards me.

I was still euphoric from whatever I drank earlier in addition to being all worked up from sucking off the werewolf just a few minutes ago. In my altered state, I found Tyrone very attractive. He was obviously black but had a white powder covering his face to make him look paler. He was probably a few inches taller than me but in my high heeled boots, we were almost eye to eye. Some fake fangs and black cape indicated that he was a vampire.

"Where's Mark? He was supposed to be coming back." I asked.

"Mark? Why would he be coming in here? This is my room." Tyrone explained.

"Sorry I didn't know." I replied.

"No problem, a sexy thing like you is always welcome." he said staring into my eyes through my mask. He moved closer, putting his hands on my hips to pull me against him. Without hesitating, he kissed me deeply, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

Normally I would slap a stranger for doing something like that. In my current state though, I actually welcomed his intruding tongue with my own as I moaned into our kiss. Taking my reaction as a green light, Tyrone reached up grasping one of my breasts. We kept kissing for several minutes as he continued to play with my tits. With our lips still locked, Tyrone moved slightly off to the side as his hand slid down my body ending up over my crotch. Cupping my pussy in his hand, Tyrone started rubbing the fabric of my leotard against my labia. My body naturally responded sending impulses of electricity up and down my body. My legs felt weak and I thought I might collapse. I didn't of course but the sensations made me want more as I sucked on Tyrone's tongue harder to encourage him.

In retrospect, I still have difficulty understanding what I was thinking back then. I guess I wasn't thinking at all but letting my senses take control of my body. Tyrone continued rubbing my pussy, pushing more and more of my leotard into my vagina. My hips started gyrating with his hand to grind my clitoris against his palm.

Breaking our kiss, Tyrone said "Jack was right; you are one hot, sexy kitten."

"Jack? Who's Jack?" I asked.

Ignoring my question, Tyrone told me "You've got me so worked up, it hurts."

Without thinking about it, my hand moved to his crotch and started to rub his hard bulge. Now it was his turn to moan. We resumed our deep kiss as I fumbled with his belt and pants. When I finally had them undone, my hand immediately slipped inside searching for his hard cock. I love feeling an erect cock in my hands; it always feels hot from all the engorged blood. Working my fingers around it, I stroked his cock as well as I could given that he still had his clothes on. With my attention now on Tyrone's cock, I forgot all about my question about Jack.

To this day, I still don't know what took control of me that night. I've been drunk before and have done some wild things but that night was different. Alcohol lowers my inhibitions but that night I felt as if I didn't have any. I remember the night well enough so I wasn't even that drunk. In hindsight, I suspect that there might have been something in that drink I had but no idea what it may have been.

Breaking our kiss, I slid down to my knees. As I moved down, I pulled his pants and underwear along with me. His black cock sprang free to stand straight up. From his legs, I could see Tyrone's real skin tone which looked like milk chocolate. His cock was a matching colour except for the circumcised head which was a dark pink. It wasn't as big as the other black cock's I've seen being only about six inches long. I still found it beautiful though and quickly took it into my mouth.




Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 10



I started slowly at first, twirling my tongue around the head while I used my hands to play with my tits. As I got more excited, I started taking more of his cock into my mouth. My right hand moved down between my legs and started rubbing my pussy through my leotard. I moved my left hand up to Tyrone's hip to help control my movements.

"Damn, that feels good." Tyrone said in a throaty whisper.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly slid his cock to the back of my throat. Relaxing my jaw and doing my best to suppress my gag reflex, I kept advancing until my nose touched his pubic hair. As I held his cock there I could feel his body and cock quiver with excitement. Eventually I had to pull back to take a breath. A sense of pride filled me knowing that I could take the entire length of his cock inside my mouth. Taking another deep breath, I took his cock into my throat again.

"Ohhh, God." he moaned.

His reactions encouraged me to work harder at keeping his cock deep in my throat for as long as I could. I pulled back just long enough to catch my breath before I tried my best to swallow his cock again. My hand kept rubbing my clit through my leotard keeping me in a very excited state. The more aroused I am, the better I can suppress my gag reflex. I wasn't that close to an orgasm but I loved everything about the moment. 

That was my first cock that I managed to completely take inside my mouth while fully erect. The fact it was a complete stranger didn't seem to bother me at all because of my high. Today in retrospect, I do have some small regrets about that evening and the repercussions of my actions. The act of giving blow jobs didn't bother me at all but the reputation I gained from that evening led to some problems for me.

I eventually became too breathless to continue deep throating Tyrone's cock. Pulling off completely, I continued stroking his cock with my hand while I hyperventilated to catch my breath. It was then I noticed the other friend dressed as Frankenstein standing just inside the door. I didn't know when he snuck in, but it was obvious that he had been there for awhile and was enjoying the show. The dim light prevented me from being certain but it looked like he had his cock out and was masturbating.

"Don't stop Kit Kat, I'm so close." Tyrone pleaded.

The distraction of discovering someone watching us made me unconsciously slow the pace of my stroking. Hearing Tyrone's plea though focused my attention back to his cock and to speed up the pace of my stroking again.

The danger of being caught doing a sex act in public always heightened my excitement level but to be actually watched was a new experience for me. It's obvious that I have an exhibitionist streak in me from the way that I always dress but normally my inhibitions would limit it from going much beyond that. In my euphoric high though, I barely hesitated before I resumed sucking Tyrone's cock.

Knowing that he was close to cumming gave me the incentive I needed to really start working on his cock. While bobbing my head at a quick pace, I kept my lips sealed around his shaft to maintain a strong suction within my mouth. Even though I managed to take all six inches of Tyrone's cock earlier, I didn't think I could at my new pace without gagging. I used one hand to grasp the base of Tyrone's cock so his cock couldn't go too deep. My other hand moved up from my pussy to fondle his balls.

This new pace took a lot of energy but less than a minute later, Tyrone let out a loud moan. It was followed almost immediately by a flood of cum filling my mouth. My bobbing pace slowed but I continued sucking his cock through his orgasm. When my mouth was filled to capacity with his cock and cum, I swallowed quickly so it wouldn't leak out of my mouth and onto my clothes.

I kept sucking on Tyrone's cock until it started to soften. He pulled his cock out of my mouth commenting that it was getting too sensitive to let me continue. Not having had an orgasm yet, my body was still craving for cock. I didn't care if it was in my pussy or mouth; I just needed to have more cock so I could cum.

The friend dressed as Frankenstein had moved closer to get a better view by now. He was about six feet tall and slender. He looked athletic but not bulked up like Mark is. When Tyrone pulled back, I could clearly see despite the dim light that Frankenstein had his cock out and was masturbating. Without realizing it, I found myself staring at his cock while he stroked it. My right hand moved down to rub my pussy while my left played with my tits.

We were just a few feet apart watching each other masturbate. I was still on my knees while he stood towering over me. No one said anything but we moved towards one another simultaneously. He stopped masturbating and released his cock when my left hand moved up take hold of it. I examined his cock briefly before taking the head into my mouth. It wasn't much bigger than Tyrone's cock but the skin tone was more like dark chocolate. Frankenstein's cock was also uncircumcised though the foreskin had already retracted, exposing the head.

The myth that all black guys had big cocks was dispelled though that didn't dampen my lust for black cock at all. The contrasting skin tones and the flaunting of social convention still made interracial sex much more exciting to me. When combined with someone with a big cock like Mark, I didn't want anything else.

I started sucking on Frankenstein's cock as my tongue flickered against the tip. Slowly, I worked his cock in and out of my mouth getting it wet with my saliva. My best guess had his cock at six and a half to seven inches long. I was planning on seeing if I could take the entire length like I did with Tyrone's cock and was trying to get it slippery enough. 

In less than a minute however, I heard a loud grunt and felt my mouth fill with cum again. The guy came a bit prematurely. I then realized that he probably was a freshman too but obviously wasn't very sexually experienced. Swallowing the load of cum in my mouth, I continued sucking his cock for another minute before finally releasing it. I kind of liked being the more experienced one for a change. It gave me a feeling of power knowing that I probably gave this guy the best blow job of his life.

The guy dressed as Frankenstein thanked me and finally introduced himself as Will. Tyrone had left almost right after he finished earlier. I guess he wanted to get back to the party. Will finished doing up his pants and went back to join his friends.

I was already working at making myself presentable. My costume wasn't soiled but my body still had all the signs of sexual arousal; my face and neck were flushed, my pupils were as big as saucers, my breathing was fast and deep, and my nipples were practically boring holes in my leotard. Even with all the sexual activity, I was still left unfulfilled and horny beyond belief. I briefly debated whether to hide in the room and wait for Mark to return or go back out and search for him looking like I was. With my sexually charged high, it wasn't much of a debate and I decided to go back to the party and look for him. 

Just as I was about to head for the door, it opened. A very tall muscular guy walked in wearing a wolf mask and flannel night gown. It was the kind of night gown an old lady would wear. The night gown was too small for him and his arms and legs were visible so I could tell he was black with a very dark skin tone. 

"Hey Kit Kat, Jack said you were looking for Me." the wolf said as he ogled me in my cat outfit.

"Who are you? And who's Jack?" I asked a little confused.

"My name is Mark." the wolf replied as he pushed his mask up over his forehead revealing his face.

It was my Mark, the guy I was looking for all night. I stood in stunned silence as I realized that the guy in the werewolf mask obviously wasn't Mark.

"Have we met?" Mark asked. "I usually wouldn't forget a sexy thing like you." Walking closer to me he continued, "That is one scorching hot costume you have on."

Mark's compliments broke my state of shock and lifted my mood. I felt elated to know that Mark liked my outfit and found me so sexy. I took off my mask as I said "It's me Kitty."

"Kitty! Wow, I love the new look." Mark told me as he pulled me against him.

"What are you suppose to be?" I asked.

"I'm the Big Bad Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood. See, I'm disguised as the grandmother, ready to eat the little girl." he answered as he pointed to the nightgown he was wearing.

"Well, I don't have a red riding hood but you can always eat me." I replied with a devilish grin.

"Sounds good to me." he answered as he bent down to kiss me.

Feeling especially horny, I thrust my tongue into Mark's mouth for a change. Mark grabbed my ass with both hands squeezing my ass cheeks hard. With our bodies pressed against each other I could feel Mark's cock poking into my abdomen. His nightgown didn't do much to hide his growing erection. It excited me, knowing that I had such a strong effect on him.

I pulled off the wolf mask from the top of his head and tossed it to the ground. My arms then wrapped around Mark's neck as he lifted me up. We continued our deep kissing as I wrapped my legs around his waist. In this new position, Mark's cock was underneath me with my pussy resting against the base of his penis. By now his cock felt fully erect. I started gyrating my hips, grinding my pussy against his cock. The dry fucking felt fantastic though my pussy was so wet, I don't know if you could call it dry. After several minutes of French kissing and dry fucking, the crotch of my leotard was becoming soaked with my juices.

Mark slowly walked over to the bed, carrying me with him. Breaking our kiss, he laid me down on the bed. Kneeling over me, Mark pulled down the neckline of my leotard and body stocking exposing my left breast. He quickly took the nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it. The sensation caused me to moan with ecstasy. Mark then worked my right breast free and moved over to work on that tit while he continued fondling the left one. My eyes were closed as I savoured the wonderful sensations. I felt Mark's other hand move to cup my Venus mound through my leotard. The body stocking I was wearing beneath my leotard was crotchless so the only thing between Mark's fingers and my pussy was the leotard. It didn't take him long before he worked his fingers under my leotard and into my pussy.

Being a linebacker on the football team, Mark was a big man. About 6'2" and very muscular. He had a very dark skin tone and buzzed cut hair. His cock, I will never forget. When I first saw it several weeks ago, I thought he was circumcised because his foreskin tends to retract when his cock becomes fully erect. About 9 inches in length and thick, it was the biggest cock I've ever had and I fell in love with it. I loved looking at it, I loved feeling the weight and girth as I stroked it, I loved sucking on it, and most of all, I loved feeling completely stuffed when Mark had it buried in my pussy. Unfortunately, the man himself turned out to be an asshole.

I've been in such a heightened state of arousal for the last couple of hours from sucking the other guys and playing with myself that I knew it wouldn't take much more to bring me to an orgasm. Mark used two of his fingers to fuck my pussy as he continued sucking on my tits. Now Mark had big hands, so two of his fingers felt as big as some of my boyfriends' cocks in high school. Feeling them being thrust quickly along with the attention to my nipples made me have a small orgasm, causing my body to shiver. Mark continued finger fucking me for a couple more minutes but at a slightly slower pace, allowing my body to calm down after my orgasm.

Moving back to the edge of the bed, Mark stood up next to it as he pulled his glistening fingers out of my pussy. Remembering how much he liked me tasting myself, I quickly took his hand in mine and moved it to my mouth. I slowly, sensuously sucked both glistening fingers into my mouth as I moved to a sitting position at the edge of the bed. I continued sucking on his fingers, swirling my tongue around them, tasting my own juices. Mark had already pulled my clothes down from my shoulders to under my breasts. From my sitting position, I easily slipped my arms out of my costume while continuing to suck on Mark's fingers. It was a simple next step to slide my clothes past my bottom and down my legs. The leotard came off easily enough but the body stocking ended up bunched around my thighs since I couldn't take it off without first removing my boots.

Seeing me remove my leotard, Mark followed my lead removing the nightgown that made up part of his costume. He was only wearing a pair of boxers underneath which wasn't doing much to hide his huge erection. I admired his muscles which looked like they were sculpted from onyx but my attention was drawn to the large tent in his underwear. 

I started reaching down to remove my boots when Mark told me, "No, leave the rest on." 

Mark pulled down his boxers allowing his big black cock to spring free. He then kicked his boxers free before lying down on the bed next me. I stood up beside the bed in order to pull my body stocking back up over my bottom. As I worked my arms and tits back into my body stocking, Mark gave me an appreciative whistle. 

"Now come here and suck my cock." Mark ordered.

I crawled onto the bed mimicking a stalking cat. I prowled around the bed giving Mark a show before settling down between his legs. As I moved by, Mark's hands were all over me caressing my ass and tits through my nylon body stocking. 

Starting at his balls, I licked the entire length of Mark's cock. I worked my tongue up and down the shaft several times before moving down to suck one of his balls into my mouth. I didn't think I was sucking very hard but Mark told me "Easy Kitty, not so hard." Releasing his testicle, I took the other one into my mouth. This time I cradled it inside my mouth barely sucking while my tongue flickered against it.

After several minutes of giving his scrotum a tongue bath, I took his cock into my mouth. I slid Mark's cock deep on my first pass stopping only when the head touched the back of my throat. My mouth felt completely full even though I had little more than half the length of his cock inside. I held it there holding my breath, allowing my saliva to coat the shaft. When I pulled back a bit to take a breath, I used one hand to grasp the base of his cock. Then I started bobbing my head while I sucked on his cock. My hand gripping his shaft would slide in tandem with my mouth as I moved. Mark's moans of delight encouraged me to work faster.

I would vary my pace as I sucked on Mark's cock, slowing down to catch my breath before speeding up again. Every few minutes I would take a deep breath, force his cock as deep in my throat as I could without gagging and hold it there until my breath ran out. I would then resume stroking his shaft along with my bobbing movements.

If you've read my previous chapters, you know how much I love giving blow jobs. Having a hard throbbing cock in my mouth gets me really excited and wet. The more excited I am, the more I want to suck cock. Even though I loved sucking on Mark's cock, I needed to see and feel him inside me. I moved up to straddle Mark's waist, grinding my pussy against the front of his erection. Without my leotard, his cock was rubbing directly against my pussy lips making me moan with delight. Mark reached up with his hands, cupping and fondling my tits through my body stocking. I couldn't wait any longer to feel him inside me. I moved to a kneeling position with my legs still straddling Mark's waist. When I reached down to guide his cock into my pussy, the head of his cock bumped against my pubic bone. I quickly realized that his cock was too long to enter my pussy in our current positions. I didn't think of it at the time but if I moved forward over his abdomen, I could have backed onto his cock while still kneeling. 

The first solution that came to mind was to get up and move to a squatting position. The heels of my boots were sinking into the bed on either side of Mark. To keep my balance, I leaned forward using my left hand to steady myself against Mark's chest. My right hand reached down between us and firmly grasped his cock, aiming it straight up. Looking down, I slowly lowered myself directing his cock to my pussy. Despite the dim light, I had a perfect view of Mark's beautiful black cock as it slowly spread apart my pussy lips. I stared intently as his huge cock disappeared into my pussy inch by inch as I continued to slowly lower myself onto it. By now my pussy was sopping wet and his cock was still coated with my saliva allowing it to glide in without any discomfort at all. I savoured the delicious feeling of being stretched full by Mark's big black cock. The combined sights and sensations were incredibly exhilarating. 

I continued lowering myself until our pubic hair meshed together. It gave me an added sense of accomplishment, knowing I took Mark's entire length. After a brief pause to allow my pussy to acclimatize, I started to slowly bounce on his cock in long delicious strokes. Both hands now rested on Mark's chest to help me maintain my balance. My head was still bent down to watch his glistening black shaft as it pumped in and out of my pussy. I can remember vividly how my pussy lips seemed to be adhering to his cock on each up stroke. It was as if my pussy was trying to prevent Mark's cock from being withdrawn.

My excitement built steadily as I continued impaling myself on Mark's cock. The more worked up I got, the faster my bouncing movements became. After several minutes I started to feel an orgasm building. My legs however, were getting tired. While his cock was still inside me, I moved my legs one at a time to a kneeling position. With my knees straddling him, I sat down forcing his cock deep into my pussy. I moved to an upright position before resuming my bouncing movements. Mark reached up grabbing both my tits through my body stocking as I worked myself on his cock. The pace wasn't as fast or hard as before but the sensations were still incredible.

I was on the edge of cumming for a long time before my movements slowed even more. A sheen of perspiration was forming on me from my exertion as my breathing became more laboured. Not satisfied with my pace, Mark moved his hands from my tits to my ass, grabbing both cheeks in his large hands. Spreading them apart, he thrust his big cock deep inside me causing me to cry out loudly. The force of his thrust caused me to topple forward landing on my hands; my tits brushing against Mark's face. He then started driving into me with deep powerful thrusts.

Moans of "Oh God! Oh God!" escaped my lips. The moans soon degenerated into loud grunts with each thrust of Mark's cock. It felt like his cock was so big and deep, it forced the air out of my lungs. His speed and power was overwhelming, leaving me breathless and unable to move.

Within minutes, I had an earth shattering orgasm. My arms gave out and I collapsed on top of Mark in a quivering heap. He kept a tight hold of my ass cheeks as he continued ramming his cock into me without pause. Moans of ecstasy filled the room as I lost control of myself. The orgasm seemed to last for ages but it probably was only a minute. 

I regained my senses just as Mark rolled me over onto my back. He had to stop his thrusting briefly though he kept his cock inside me during the turn. We ended up in the missionary position when Mark resumed fucking me. His pace at first was slow and luxurious.

"God, that feels sooo good. Don't stop. You feel sooo good." I said breathlessly.

Mark propped his body up on his arms like he was doing a push up allowing him to push his cock harder and deeper into my pussy. He quickly built up his force and speed causing me to slide on the bed sheets. I moved my legs up to wrap around his waist, locking the heels of my boots together.




Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 10



"Cum for me baby." I told him as I felt another orgasm start to build. 

"You want some cream little Kitty?" Mark asked without breaking the tempo of his thrusts.

"Yes baby, cum in my mouth. I want to taste you." I said knowing how much he liked that.

"Fuck yeah, my nasty little slut!" 

The dirty talk inspired Mark to really start pounding his cock into my pussy.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God...." I babbled almost incoherently as my body quickly approached climax.

"Get ready slut, I'm gonna cum!" Mark almost shouted at me.

Knowing Mark was about to cum, caused my orgasm to crash over me. My body convulsed violently causing my legs to slide off Mark's waist. They flopped down onto the bed landing spread eagled. My eyes closed as I lost myself in the glorious sensations of my orgasm. I was so far gone that I didn't even notice that he pulled out of me.

"Ugnnggh..." Mark grunted as he moved up to straddle my chest.

My eyes were closed and I was too preoccupied with my own orgasm to notice that Mark was about to cum too. It wasn't until I felt a splash of hot liquid on my face that I realized that Mark was cumming already. Luckily, the peak of my orgasm had passed and I was regaining control of my body and senses by that time. I felt another large splash land right over my eye forcing me to keep my eyes closed. Still wanting to feel and taste Mark's orgasm, I opened my mouth and lifted my head off the bed.

"Suck it bitch!" Mark commanded as he thrust the head of his still erupting cock into my mouth.

I quickly obeyed, wrapping my lips around the corona and began sucking. Several weak spurts of cum splashed onto my awaiting tongue. My hand instinctively moved to his shaft only to feel Mark's hand pumping it already. He moved his hand away allowing me to take over stroking it. I continued sucking on the head of Mark's cock while my hand milked the shaft trying to get the rest of his cum. It may have been my euphoria, but I remember his cum tasting better than before. Perhaps I was starting to acquire my taste for semen; I certainly love it now. I took my time nursing on Mark's cock until it softened. All the while, I savoured the cum I managed to catch in my mouth, swirling it around with my tongue. My only regret was that I was only able to catch the last few spurts of his cum. Most of his semen landed on my body and face.

My eyes were still closed to prevent the cum from getting in them when Mark finally pulled his cock out of my mouth. I felt the mattress bounce a bit and realized that Mark must have gotten off the bed. Sitting up, I felt his cum dripping down off my face and onto my tits. I used my fingers to scoop the cum away from my eyes so I could open them again. Squinting through slotted eyelids, I saw a towel held in front of my face.

"Here baby, clean yourself up." Mark said.

After wiping the cum off my face, I noticed that there were large collections of cum staining my body stocking over my tits and stomach. I did my best to clean it up, but the material was still soaked and the odour was unmistakeable. My makeup was also completely ruined. There was no way I was going to stay at the party looking like I was. I put my leotard back on as Mark finished getting dressed in his costume. I was thankful that my mask and leotard partially covered up how much of a mess I was as Mark and I made our way through the house.

Mark gave me a lift back to my dorm before returning to the party. His hand kept stroking my thigh while he drove. He kept commenting on how much he loved the sheer body stocking and how hot the sex was. I was on cloud nine. I invited him to my dorm room but Mark said he had to get back to his friends. It was just as well since I was pretty exhausted. I had just enough energy to wash up before crashing to sleep. 



Kitty's Conversion to Kit Kat Ch. 11



As the title suggests, this submission is an epilogue to the story. Like the rest of the story it involves interracial sex. If this offends you, don't read further. Unlike the other chapters, this part doesn't contain any detailed sex scene.

I woke up the next morning with mixed feelings. While I had an incredible time, a part of me still didn't want to believe what I did. I mean, what was I thinking, sucking off those guys. I remembered the details too well to have been completely wasted. I also didn't have any hangover which I expected. The first thing I did that morning was write down the events in my diary while the memories were fresh in my mind. Even after writing it down I was still in denial. After all, I'm not that kind of girl; I'm not a slut. At the time, twenty years ago, I actually believed that. My body knew the truth though and was still glowing from the previous night.

My mind was over thinking the events from the Halloween party. I thought everyone would be gossiping about me and would know how much of a slut I was. I became terrified of showing my face on campus again. After showering and getting dressed, I decided to hide out in my room and study. I pretended to be hung over and asked Maggie to bring me some food.

Avoiding everyone worked fine the first day since it was Sunday, but the next day I had classes. My stomach was in knots as I went to class. I felt like the word slut was written on my forehead. Well the sky didn't fall and the world didn't end that day. In fact, no one acted differently but me. I didn't hear any news or rumours about my mischief all week. I was starting to think that my secret was safe.

News of my escapades did however spread throughout the entire football team. My new nickname, Kit Kat, also stuck with the players on the team. Over the next few months, I had a line of guys asking me out on dates. I was naive and revelled in my new found popularity. Mark still dropped by about once a week for a booty call. At first I was still hoping my relationship with Mark would evolve into something more serious so I tried my best not to get involved with the other guys. While I didn't fuck any of those guys during those months, they were still guys and they pressured me for sex. At the end of most of the dates I would appease them by giving them a blow job.

With the new semester, my drinking and partying got more and more out of control. By then, I came to accept that Mark didn't want anything more from me than sex. That didn't stop me from fucking or sucking him every chance I got. I did start having sex with a lot more guys though. All together, I ended up having sex with 14 different guys during my freshman year. Nine of those guys were one night stands though the total doesn't include the guys I just gave blow jobs to. By the end of the year, the sluttish reputation I was so worried about at the beginning was eventually earned through my having sucked off almost half the football team. My reputation and promiscuity also cost me some of my more conservative friends.

The near constant partying caused my grades to steadily deteriorate to the point of failing several courses. I was forced to re-evaluate my future career options. Since I obviously wasn't ready for University yet, I chose to get a job and work until I could decide on a real career. Thomas helped me get a job as a waitress at the nightclub he worked at. Hooking up with him after work was a perfect way to unwind. I had to move off campus of course into a modest apartment. 

Not having to worry about studying gave me even more freedom to get even wilder. I became almost like two different people. The old Kitty would come out whenever I visited my family or old friends. To my new friends, most of which were male and black, I was Kit Kat. I was free to flaunt my new found sexuality without judgment or caring.

During what should have been my sophomore year, I was exploring the limits of my sexuality while I contemplated my career choices. My job as a waitress merely paid the bills and allowed me to meet more guys. There were a few guys I regularly hooked up with like Mark and Thomas but I also had over a score of one night stands. In addition to that, there was more than twice that number of guys who I sucked off. I lost track of the exact number. If you've read the earlier chapters, you would know how much I love sucking cock; especially large black ones. If I knew about tongue studs 20 years ago, I would have been the first in line to get one. By the time they became popular though, I was much older and didn't think it was suitable given my career.

After that year, I decided to enter nursing college. I kept a part time job waitressing to help with living expenses but I had to tone down the partying. Between work, classes and studying I wasn't left with much time or energy to keep up my wild lifestyle. That isn't to say that I became a shut in; I still hooked up with Thomas regularly after work. Mark and I however, lost touch. I did have several boyfriends during that time but none of those relationships lasted very long.

I eventually met my husband much later after I've been working for several years. After our wedding, I tried my best to honour my vows. To this day I haven't had sex with anyone else other than my husband. Unfortunately, my weakness for black men and my love of fellatio has led me to some mischief. I've managed to keep it to just two men so far and I've been married almost 10 years. Considering the divorce rate and incidence of infidelity, that isn't too bad of a record.