0 comments/ 22459 views/ 21 favorites ACD (A Confederated Dick-Down) By: ChokoLitStixxx332 Ryan Perkins was a cool ass white boy who was somewhat of an enigma in the local community. On one hand, he drove a banged up Ford F 150, blasted country music and proudly displayed the Dixie flag on the back of his truck like any other self respecting redneck. But at the same time, Ryan drooped his pants and kept his hat backwards like a brotha man. Bottom line was that this boy had swag. It was hard to tell who he was. Was he the redneck? Or was he the cool ass white boy who you could tell had been raised around black folks? Truthfully, he was actually a combination of both. Up until the age of fifteen, Ryan was raised in a remote part of Louisiana deep in the swamp country. As such, hard work was all he knew. When he wasn't helping his Pa to catch gators, he was helping a neighbor to raise a roof...when he wasn't doing freelance construction, he volunteered to be a part of the road crew, removing roadkill from the sweltering road side. My point: Ryan was a man's man who always stayed busy doing something. His parents separated when he was fifteen, which forced him to move to inner city Baltimore. Needless to say, Ryan experienced severe culture shock. It had nothing to do with being prejudice. It was simply the lack of exposure. If you have never been around a certain type of group, it's only natural to feel a little awkward. In Ryan's case, that sense of awkwardness didn't last long. Before he knew it, Ryan had adopted ghetto slang...his walk became sexier...he spent his free time shooting hoops with the homies...and the craziest thing of all: he even managed to pull some black pussy. "Fuck," laughed his homeboy DeQuan. "Iesha don't get down with nobody. I don't know how you pulled that one off." "By being me," Ryan gave DeQuan some dap. "How else?" Man, that summer (and the following three) had been some of the best times of Ryan's young life. If his father hadn't taken ill when Ryan hit eighteen, he'd probably still be in B More. "Look," Ryan explained to his black buddy. "As soon as I get situated down there, you're more than welcome to come visit. You'll be the forbidden fruit, so I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself." "Nah, my nig. I ain't with all of that gator shit. Nah, I'm good." "If I could make it up here," Ryan pointed to his skin. "I know that you can make it down there." "We'll see," DeQuan smiled, as he watched Ryan board the bus. * * * * "A ha," Ryan smiled a month later. "I knew you'd take me up on my offer. Just didn't think it would be so soon." DeQuan simply tired of urban living and decided to give this 'backwoods' thing a try. Not to say he'd be staying permanently, but he'd give it a shot. Ryan decided to take DeQuan to what the locals call a 'ho down'. It's an all around good time with the campfire, liquor, music and plenty of half naked men and women. "Who is that?" Cheryl Anne said in a long southern drawl. As the head captain for the Lake Iron Daredevils, she was always the most vocal of the local women. And as she watched DeQuan disembark from the massive truck, she felt nothing but lust and desire. DeQuan kept it simple with a super spiffy white t shirt, bright yellow sneakers and form fitting blue jeans (that bulged with his colossal thighs and massive ass.) "Beautiful," Cheryl Anne licked her lips. She wasn't sure where this hunk of dark chocolate came from, and to tell the truth- she really didn't care. Just so long as the night ended with her at his feet gobbling on his massive dick, or her face down and ass up as he pounded into her from behind. "Jeez, Cheryl. You would think that you have never seen a man by the way that you're staring." "Not one like that," Cheryl Anne whispered. This nigga had to be one of the prettiest men she ever seen. He had a tall yet thick build, a gorilla chest and a phat ghetto booty. What really caught her attention, though, was the carefree way his ass switched from side to side. This nigga could be walking off the side of a cliff, but if that ass was promised to be waiting on the other side...Cheryl Anne would follow. "I just like how he's built," Cheryl Anne confided in her best friend Susie. "Only one problem," Susie teased. "He's a nigger, and good little girls like us aren't allowed to play with the niggers." "Who says I'm good?" Cheryl Anne felt her clit begin to tingle. "I want him...bad." As the night progressed, DeQuan slowly but surely became the focal point of the party. The fellows enjoyed hearing his tales from the street life, amazed that DeQuan had seen all he had in only eighteen years. If nothing else, it made them appreciate their own privileged upbringing. Hearing DeQuan's stories of drug running brought new life to the phrase "don't judge a man until you have walked a mile in his shoes." While the men warmed up easily, some of the ladies preferred to keep their distance and mind their own business. It wasn't that he wasn't cute. As a matter of fact, that was the problem: when the women actually took the time to look him up and down, they ALL felt something. If they weren't mesmerized by his dark, chocolate skin- they admired his juicy lips. When they weren't staring at the huge bulge in the front of his jeans- they stared at his massive ass and felt like singing "baby got back and I cannot lie." DeQuan took it all in stride, though, having been taught to stay humble in new situations. He didn't know anything about these people, for real- for real. So he played it safe and stayed in his lane. Or at least he tried to. Every time he looked up, one of the girls was all up in his face. Especially that cheerleader, the lovely redhead with green eyes. She just couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him. So DeQuan decided to kick things up a notch. He slowly stood to make his way to one of the cabins, and as he did so, he gave Cheryl Anne a wink. "Oh fuck yea," a lil voice whispered in the back of her head. "I thought he would never ask." As Cheryl Anne followed DeQuan, she just couldn't get over dat ass or his muscular body build. She knew that sex entailed sucking and fucking, but she literally wanted to lick the chocolate brotha from head to toe. It was just something about the way he walked that kept her in a sexual trance. "This is far enough," Cheryl Anne could not contain her excitement any longer. She threw her arms around his neck and locked lips with him in a sensuous French kiss. As they slowly danced around, Cheryl Anne reached behind him to slide her nails up and down his massive back. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be held in the arms of a sexy ass nigga. It was a feeling that could not be explained. DeQuan felt his massive black pipe rise as Cheryl Anne pressed her massive melons into his warm chest. Normally he was the one who went after the girl, but when Cheryl Anne slid both of her hands down his pants to massage his ass, he knew that he had met his sexual match. "Down," was all DeQuan muttered upon breaking the kiss. He quickly ripped off his t-shirt, giving Cheryl Anne access to his rock hard nipples. "Ooh, fuck," DeQuan moaned and threw his head back. Not only was Cheryl Anne biting and twisting his nipples, but she also took the time to use one hand to simultaneously jack his ELEVEN INCH dick, while the other caressed his massive black ass. "Keep going, don't stop dere. I want you down on dem knees," DeQuan nudged her, as he spread his legs. "Down." Cheryl Anne was in chocolate heaven as she trailed her tongue from his nipples, over and around his chest, through his belly button and into the sweat soaked area just above his underwear line. She submissively palmed his ass and stared deep in his eyes, loving the profile of a man towering over her. "Open dat mouth," DeQuan said in his deep voice. He then puckered his lips and allowed a long wad of spit to slowly ooze from his mouth to hers. "Mmmm," Cheryl Anne moaned. Her nipples hardened and pussy INSTANTLY became wet from doing something so perverted. If Cheryl Anne didn't know any better, she would swear that she just experienced a mini orgasm. "You nasty, little, dick sucking bitch," DeQuan smiled. "Git dat dick out and get busy." Cheryl Anne started to use her hands to unzip his pants until DeQuan shook his head at her. "At ah. Put dem hands back where you had 'em. Use your teeth and take your time." She returned her hands to palm his massive black ass and gently placed her teeth over the zipper, loving the way his ass muscles flexed as he shifted around. "C'mon," he prompted her. "I ain't gonna do everything for you." She tightened her grip to hold him in place and slowly pulled down. A masculine aroma INSTANTLY hit her nose as she began the process of stripping the nigga down to his bare skin. "Dere U go," DeQuan smiled as his pants sunk down to his ankles. "Use them teeth to yank off them underwear, too." "Only thing," Cheryl Anne was anxious to come face to face wit dat ass. "Can I do it from the back?" "So now you're telling me what to do?" DeQuan raised his eyebrows. "No. That's why I'm asking," Cheryl Anne knelt to sniff under his balls. "Alright, girl," DeQuan did a 360, placing his ass directly in her face. "Is dat better?" Cheryl Anne responded by yanking his underwear down and plastering her face deep inside of his ass crack. "Ooh, shit," DeQuan jumped up in surprise. "I just thought you wanted to see dat ass. Fuck. What are you doing back there, girl?" Cheryl Anne had dug all ten nails deep into his ass and pried him wide like Moses split the Red Seas. She then began to lick up and down, and from side to side in a wild attempt to taste him from the inside out. "Got dayum," DeQuan wiggled free of the confines of his pants. "Get in dat ass, girl. Fuck." DeQuan threw one foot on the side of the wall and bent down so his ass remained high in the air. That gave Cheryl Anne access to do what she really wanted to do: use one hand to jack DeQuan's dick, while she used the other to rub circles over her clit. "Good girl," DeQuan observed her. "Look at you getting off on being freak nasty. Eat dat ass up, girl. Mmm-hmm. Git it- git it." Cheryl Anne felt like an ass licking sex slave as she took out all of her sexual frustration on DeQuan's massive black ass. She imagined Mr. Abuwaje, her African math teacher. Troy Brown, the black quarterback. Jameis Winston. Hell, even the black garbage man. "Mmm," she locked her lips over his asshole and sucked for all she was worth. "Mm-mm-mm-mmmmmm." She was now in a lust fuelled trance, and the more she thought of how hard she used to cum while dreaming of black dick- the harder she sucked on DeQuan's juicy asshole. "Oh...my...gawwwd," DeQuan rested his head on the wall, as his mouth formed an 'O' and he foamed at the mouth. "Keep doing that and you're going to make me fucking cum." Needing no further motivation, Cheryl Anne then yanked DeQuan's dick backwards and plunged her face up (swallowing him in one lunge) so that her nose rested on his pulsating, twitching asshole. "Got dayum, you dick sucking bitch. Unnnnnn," DeQuan moaned as he nutted down her throat. "Fuucckkk. Drink dat fuckin cum. Oh gawwwwdddd. Fuck." DeQuan's face resembled an angry bull as he gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared to three times it's normal size. Nobody had ever made him nut so hard. Yet Cheryl Anne seemed to want more. Bob, bob, bob- hold for five seconds Bob, bob, bob- hold for ten seconds. Cheryl Anne was relentless in her quest for the black man's nut, and she refused to stop until she drained him dry. As he shivered from the intensity of cumming so hard, Cheryl Anne ran her nails along the inside of his thighs, which only made him shake more from the orgasmic aftershocks. Finally, DeQuan knelt down so he could collapse into a corner. "C'mere, you," he pointed his finger at her. "Give me some love." She crawled into his massive chest, cradling his head between her long fingernails and locked lips with him in a juicy kiss. "Mmm," he moaned, as he tasted his self on her lips. "Give it to me. Snowball dat shit, bitch." He opened wide and patiently waited. "Ptuhhh," she spit the remainder of his own cum back into his own mouth. "Goo-oomp," he swallowed it down, making his dick pulsate into her stomach. "You getting hard for me, baby? Huh?" she straddled her sweet pussy over his dick. "I want you to really make me feel it," DeQuan manually guided her hands over his neck. "Choke me the fuc-...agg...agggg...oo-out...agggggg." As Cheryl Anne zippered her soaking wet pussy over his rock hard dick dick, she squeezed until his blood vessels popped from the side of his head. His lips curled open like a Florida gator out in the sun. The kinky cheerleader refused to let him breathe until he began to dramatically pitter patter his feet from side to side. "Huahhh-" he wildly hyperventillated. "Hh- hhh- hhhh...fuck...ooh wee." Rivulets of girl cum ran from Cheryl Anne's pussy and over DeQuan's nut sac as the wild cheerleader rode the black stud like a bucking bronco. She wanted him to know that country living may be quiet, but it was far from boring. "Oh yea," he clamped his tongue over his top lip. "Gimme that nasty, that juicy, that gushy shit. C'mon." Cheryl Anne clasped his face between her nails and lifted him so he could lick, suck and bite her nipples. "Fucking bite it," she screamed. "I want my body to know that it was fucked by a NIGGER. Do it!!" Cheryl Anne felt her adrenaline surge through the roof as DeQuan locked his teeth and rattled his head like a rabid pit bull. Waves of pleasure slammed into her body as she squirted over his dick like an unmanned fire hose. "Atta girl," DeQuan sighed. "Ride dat muthafucka." DeQuan could feel his nut coming on, but he wanted to unload East Coast style. So he hopped up on both legs and placed her upside down on her head so that her legs pointed towards the ground. DeQuan then spread his legs nearly ten feet apart so that he could rotate like a corkscrew around and around and around. "That feels so fucking good," she moaned, as she stared at the underside view of his jiggling ass or tensed up calve muscles. "Ahhhh." As her body flailed around like a fish out of the water, DeQuan held his breath and attempted to stave off his impending orgasm. "Don't fight it," she reached up to slap his ass. "Just fucking cum." Losing his cool, DeQuan began to machine gun in and out of the sopping wet pussy. He knew that a big load was brewing and he knew just how to get it. He slowly squatted so that his ass loomed over her face while his long dick still remained in her pussy. Needing no prompting, Cheryl Anne tore his ass in two, jammed her tongue in and kept it there until she felt him grunting and groaning from above. "Well," Ryan later appeared out of nowhere, as the couple basked in a post orgasmic bliss. "Seems like you have finally met the girlfriend..." ACD (A Confederated Dick-Down) Pt. 02 Continues the story of Ryan, Cheryl Anne and DeQuan, as chronicled in 'ACD (A Confederated Dick Down.) * * * * "Oh shit," DeQuan looked around in a panic, seeking to find his clothes that he had tossed to the wind. "This isn't what it looks like." "A big dicked nigger fucking the shit out of a sleazy, white bitch. Hell," Ryan glared angrily at his cheerleader girlfriend, "I say it's exactly what it looks like. You betrayed me, dawg. Dat shit ain't cool." "Look," DeQuan finally found his jeans and tried to salvage a little of his dignity. "I'll take my part in it. Shit, I'll even let you get in a few punches if it makes you feel any better. I won't even fight back, nigga. But this is a minor setback. We can come back from this." "It's true," Cheryl Anne unfolded herself from the head stand. "I seduced him on purpose. You were talking about your life up north and bragging and bragging...you even told Cleo that you had some black pussy." "It's cuz he did have some black pussy," DeQuan barrelled in his super deep voice. "Sheeiitt...I'm the one who set dat shit up. Don't be frontin'." "And who's to say that I didn't set this shit up?" Ryan surprised everyone with that admission. "I knew how jealous you get, and I knew that Cleo was going to blab to Diane- who blabbed to you-" "Asshole," Chery Anne shook her head. "And just when I was starting to feel sorry, too." "So you're not sorry," Ryan felt his face redden. "Huh, bitch?" "Ryan," DeQuan stepped between the arguing couple. "You played your hand and you got what you wanted. I fucked your bitch. You can't get mad at her. You can't get mad at me. You wanted it, nigga. You got it." "Not entirely," Ryan licked his lips with lust. "I want more out of you." "I ain't doing no gay shit, nigga," DeQuan shook his head. "That's out of the question, homie." "So if your best friend had a girlfriend who always wanted a certain type of sexual encounter, you wouldn't do it? "Ut...umm...hmmm...it depends..." DeQuan felt his dick harden, as Cheryl Anne hugged him from behind (mashing her titties in his back.) "What kind of encounter?" "The kind where I get to suck my boyfriends dick...while he licks my pussy...while you pulverise me up the ass," Cheryl Anne licked her tongue up the side of DeQuan's handsome face. "Bitch, I just nutted up in you," DeQuan didn't know what to think. "I don't give a fuck," Ryan layed backwards on a picnic table bench and spread his legs wide apart. "C, get over here...now..." "A man just gave you an order," DeQuan decided to go along with it. "Get yo ass over there." Ryan had already kicked off his pants, allowing his super long THIRTEEN inch pipe to spring wide into the air. "You gon' struggle with dat shit," DeQuan grabbed her by the hair and marched her towards her boyfriend. "But don't worry. I'll help you." Ryan reached up to palm his girlfriends ass, as the black stud helped her to straddle his face. "What you looking at me for?" DeQuan held a hand on Cheryl Anne's back. "Sit on his fuckin' face." Ryan closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, not sure what to expect? He had seen numerous videos where husbands sucked cum out of their wives pussies. But this wasn't just any old, man. It was DeQuan...his one and only black friend. "Down, bitch," DeQuan began to lose his patience. "We shouldn't have to keep telling you everything." Cheryl Anne got goosebumps from the crazed look in DeQuan's eye, but it also made her pussy wet. So she simply said, "yes sir" and PLOP- down she went. "Mmmmmm," Ryan gulped down his homeboys cum without thinking twice. "Mmm-hmmm" Aside from a slightly metallic taste, DeQuan actually had a sweet taste, which once Ryan got used to it, he slurped it up like a nectar from the gods. "Atta boy," DeQuan folded his arms across his chest and smiled pervertedly as Ryan slurped cum out of his girlfriends pussy. "Suck dat shit dry, nigga." Cheryl Anne slid her hands under Ryan's corn fed, country ass and placed her mouth over the top of his throbbing dick. She usually was able to take him down to the balls, but it was usually from a different angle. "C'mon," Ryan sensed her hesitancy from below, as he trailed circles over her clit. "Don't disappoint the company. Show him what you can do. Ghetto gag me bitch. Take me down to the balls." "Oh, she will," DeQuan held his right hand around her neck, as he balled his left hand in a fist and curled it in her hair. "Down," came the one word command. Cheryl Anne gulped one last breath of air, before DeQuan shoved down on her head with ALL of his might. "Uggh, fuck," Ryan grunted, as gobs of saliva spewed out around his massive pipe of white chocolate. "Damn, that feels so fuckin good. Unnn...FUCK!!" For the next couple minutes, DeQuan manually pumped her head up and down over Ryan's dick like somebody was pumping air into a tire. Eventually, Cheryl Anne caught the rhythm and began to deepthroat her boyfriend on her own accord. Once she did, she received the surprise of a lifetime: DEQUAN TORE HER ASS IN TWO AND JAMMED HIS TONGUE SO THAT HE AND RYAN COULD FEEL EACH OTHERS TONGUE BETWEEN THE MEMBRANE OF SKIN BETWEEN ASS AND PUSSY. "AHHHGHH...FUGGGGCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK." Cheryl Anne INSTANTLY squirted as the two tongues churned like the hands on a clock. Each time they passed each other, on opposite sides of the skin, her eyes would roll and her body convulse uncontrollably. "Cum, whore," Ryan spat into the air. "Isn't this what you wanted?" THWACK, DeQuan spanked her hard across dat ass. "Answer him, bitch. He said 'is this what you want?" DeQuan yanked her up by the hair. "Yes, sir," Cheryl Anne could barely get the words out, before DeQuan got all up in her face. "Say it to yo boy- not me..." "Ryan, tell him to plow me up the ass while he makes me gag and choke on your monstrous dick...I've always wanted you to own me." "DeQuan," Ryan tilted his head up to make eye contact with his best friend. "Whadup, nigga?" "Do it..." I wish I could say that you could hear Cheryl Anne scream as DeQuan SODOMIZED her. But you couldn't. All you could hear were exaggerated, little wimpers, because you have to remember one thing. Cheryl Anne had THIRTEEN INCHES of dick stuffed down her esophagus as her boyfriend licked circles over her clit. Ryan wildly thrusted his hips up (with cock down the throat), while DeQuan pushed down. "Fuck," DeQuan stubbornly clamped his tongue between his top lip. "Every time you choke her out on dat dick, her ass locks like a vice grip." SPUIZZZZZZ, her pussy spasmed uncontrollably. Even though she was pissed at how they talked about her like a mere sex toy, it also turned her on to be giving the two men so much pleasure. Cheryl Anne began to bob up and down with more urgency as Ryan began to dig his tippy toes into the dirt. Cheryl Anne knew this was a telltale sign of his impending orgasm. "Fuck yeah," DeQuan roared from above. "Are you bout to cum, nigga? I know I am." Cheryl Anne buried her face in Ryan's groin and held still, allowing DeQuan's assfucking to plow her back and forth over Ryan's dick. "Not yet...no Quan," Ryan clenched his teeth together in an attempt to stave off his own orgasm. "Wha'chu mean, boy?" "My dick hasn't even touched her pussy and she's my girl," Ryan protested. "Dats a real easy fix...watch..." Ryan lustfully smiled as DeQuan pushed Cheryl Anne's body forward like a man pushing a lawn mower. Ryan hated the phrase "no homo," but that's all he could think as DeQuan's ass flexed and jiggled. DeQuan and Cheryl Anne then wobbled forward, straddling the bench, until her boyfriends dick was in line with her seeping pussy. "Ready?" DeQuan craned his head backwards. "Say the word and that sweet pussy is coming down." "Now," Ryan spread his feet over six feet wide. "C'mon." "Ahhhhhhh," Cheryl Anne screamed like a banshee woman. "Split my pussy like a bamboo. Give me that fuckin' dick." With Ryan already on the edge, this new voyeuristic angle only turned him on even more. People paid to see shit like this. And here Ryan was, only inches away, as his black friend banged in and out of his girlfriends ass at the same time she plunged her pussy over his dick. "O fuck Quan, I'm gonna cum," Ryan began hyperventilating. "Do it," DeQuan began to pound even harder. "I don't give one flying fuck." What Ryan, DeQuan and Cheryl Anne seemed inconspicuously unaware of, was the simple fact that their loud cries of passion had now attracted a crowd. Countless women were kneeling before their men and sucking as if their lives were on the line. Maybe DeQuan might stay after all. This was simple living at it's finest. The music was spinning... liquor was flowing and everybody appeared to be having a nice time. In DeQuan's eyes, that's all that mattered...