0 comments/ 8418 views/ 10 favorites The Tunnel Actually Darkened By: ChokoLitStixxx332 Kristin had waited her entire life to turn eighteen, and to tell the truth, it wasn't what it was made out to be. Sure enough she could walk to the corner store for a pack of cigarettes. But being a beautiful blonde, all Kristin had to do for that is stand outside and blink once or twice. Within seconds, she could have a man begging to do her bidding. So getting a pack of cigarettes was never a problem. The problem was that Kristin longed for more. So she decided to call her friend for some company. "Angie," Kristin called up her best friend since grade school. "Do you wanna go out with me for a late night walk?" "To where?" Angie replied. "Down the road, to a park, the basketball courts...somewhere." "Nah, sweetie. Not tonight. Un uh." See, this is what Kristin was talking about. She just couldn't do it no more. If everyone else wanted to be wallflowers- fine. But not Kristin. So she packed up her photography equipment and decided to go hiking. The first place that came to mind was the P&X/ Norfolk Southern railroad tunnel. You had to walk a good distance to get there, but once you actually made it, you were guaranteed to find peace and quiet. Which was strange, because Kristin claimed to want excitement. Kristin took her time as she walked and was in awe of mother nature. She found a creek that a family of beavers had turned into a lake. Before she knew it, she had paced the length of the entire lake to get as many shots as possible. The sun had slowly faded into an evening sky and common sense told her to go home. But that was the problem. Why must she always color within the proverbial lines? "I came for the tunnels," she said within herself. "So I'm going to see the tunnels." A FEW MOMENTS LATER... "FUCK!!!" Kristin whipped out her can of spray paint. "EAT SHIT...FUCK THA POLICE." She walked a little further into the tunnel and sprayed some more smack on the wall. "KRISTIN LOVES BLACK DICK...KRISTIN FOR PRESIDENT...KRISTIN IS A SLUT." "What the fuck?" Kristin scratched her head. ;I NEVER had black dick." A low grumble seemed to jar her back to reality. Kristin had become so engaged in spray painting that she had stopped listening for a train. "Shit," Kristin dropped the can in shock. The train was closer than she ever realized. For a split second, she did nothing. Then instead of running from the train, she had a severe "blonde moment" and ran to it...until she realized the train had physically entered the tunnel. She knew that she would NEVER make it, so once again she turned and ran the other way. IN THE CAB: "FUCK, NIGGA," screamed Sanderson, the black engineer. "When will these folks learn to stay out of this tunnel?" "Are you going to break it down?" spoke Roderick. He was the black brakeman. "At ah," Sanderson shook his head. "I'm only doing five miles per hour." "You sure?" Roderick raised his eyebrows. He was the youngest of the two men. "Yeah boi, I got dis," Sanderson carefully monitored the throttle. He wasn't going to hit the poor girl, but maybe it was time for her to learn a very valuable lesson: STAY OFF THE TRACKS. "Why aren't they stopping?" Kristin began to panic? Her ears rang from the monstrous roar of the engines and she could only imagine what the horn would sound like in such a confined space. "Never again," she promised herself. "Neva...eva..." Finally, Kristin spotted a small depression in the wall that said "EMERGENCY EXIT." She carelessly threw her exhausted frame inside and fell to the floor. As the monstrous engine passed, Kristin finally heard the brakes start to squeal. "FUCKERS!!!" she screamed in a blind rage. As she fought tears, the men brought the three car train to a stop. She heard a few hisses and pops before she also heard the approaching sound of work boots crunching on the rocks. "C'mere, lil lady," a deep voice spoke up. Kristin felt her heart skip a beat as she stared up to the sight of two black men. They both towered at over 6 feet tall, and if Kristin had to guess- she'd say they had to be 250 pounds...maybe more. They both wore skin tight Dickies, Timbaland construction boots and white wife beaters that showed off their chocolate skin. "C'mere girl," the man repeated. He had on a backwards baseball cap and appeared to be the oldest one. Kristin was shaking more than she thought. The sexy black man had to literally bear hug her to calm her down. "You know that you were in the wrong for being back here, right?" Kristin didn't know how to answer, she just knew that she loved the sound of him breathing directly in her ear. She hoped he didn't mind as she allowed her hands to slide down and palm his massive black ass. All of her life she had been teased by black football players, rappers, construction workers, city transit workers, etc, etc. So if this was her only opportunity, she wanted to make it count. "Y'hear me?" "Yes sir..." "Then why were you back here?" Sanderson tilted her face up by the chin. The second Kristin made eye contact with Sanderson, she subconsciously licked her lips with lust and desire. "I ain't got nothing better to do," she was now flirting openly. "Oh really, now?" Sanderson felt his huge black dick INSTANTLY coil up. "Do you want me to give you something to do, because I can do that if you need me to." "You wanted excitement," Kristin reasoned within herself. "Don't chicken out now." Without even realizing it, Kristen had already kneeled before the sexy black man. So as she looked up, loving the way he towered over her, she quickly gave his crotch area a kiss and said "Yes sir." MORE TO COME... The Tunnel Actually Darkened Pt. 02 "Did I really just agree to this?" Kristin wondered. She felt her stomach flutter and heart skip a beat as she knelt before the hunk of black chocolate. She felt as if she had been hypnotized as she stared deep into his eyes, loving how his massive ass shifted around in her hands as he waited for her to get busy. "C'mon now," he spoke in his deep voice. "Dem pants ain't gon unzip themselves." Kristin stared up at him as he stared down at her, and she realized that there was no better place to be than where she was now. She softly licked her lips and he took that as a cue to bend down, cup her face and lock lips with her in a juicy French kiss. "Mmm," Kristin moaned loudly, as Sanderson jammed his tongue deep into her mouth. "Mmm-hmm." While she and Sanderson kissed, Roderick came from behind her and cupped both of her breast. He then spoke in her ear (causing sensory overload from being so close to the handsome black men) as he whispered, "You like dis, huh girl? Yeah, I can tell by the way you're throwing your hips up and down into the air. Don't worry, though. We gon give you what you came for." Roderick was right. She had been fucking her hips into the air. "Lift up," Roderick spoke from over her shoulders, as he and Sanderson worked as a team to remove her top and bra in one swift motion. Then before the air could even hit her bare skin, both men leaned down and devoured her titties in their warm mouths. "Oosweeech," their lips smacked wetly, as both men fluttered their tongues at the speed of light. Kristin closed her eyes and blindly felt around so that she could cradle the heads of the two men. She then threw her head back in lust and smiled as she listened to their juicy lips latch and unlatch over her rock hard nipples. "Fuck," she caught her tongue between her lips, as Roderick suddenly clamped down and twisted his head in a complete circle. "God that feels so fuckin good...mmm...it's making my tight lil pussy so wet." Roderick released his teeth from her nipple, only so that he could lick a finger and hold it still directly over her clit. Satisfied with that, he re-locked his teeth over her tit and shook it like a rabid pit bull. "Oh god," Kristin screamed at the top of her lungs. "Are you going to slide that big black thingy inside of me?" "My fuckin finger?" Roderick laughed. "That's a walk in the park compared to what I'm going to give you. But yeah-" "Ahhh," Kristin gasped for air in shock. "...Yeah, I'll give you my fingers," Roderick shoved in two meaty fingers until he met resistance. His mouth dropped in an 'O' shape as he stood still and looked Sanderson deep in the eye. "Nah," Sanderson shook his head. "My nigga, ain't no way." "Come see for yourself," Roderick pried her pussy lips in two. Kristin felt like puddy in the hands of the two black studs, but since she did ask for it, she decided to relax and have faith "in the system." If and when it began to hurt, she'd say something. But until then, her body LOVED feeling four hands and twenty fingers examining her like a brand new toy. "Fuck," Sanderson caught his tongue between his lips and smiled like he hit the lottery. "Dis lil bitch is a virgin." If he didn't know any better, he'd swear that his fingers had been ensnared in a velvety sponge of molten hot butter. Kristin winced as his finger grazed her hymen, but he lightly kissed the side of her neck as Roderick layed on his back and slid under her ass like a mechanic sliding under the hood of a car. "Lift up, girl. C'mon," he gave her ass a playful smack. As she lifted up, Roderick yanked down on her panties so she now stood totally naked. She gave Sanderson a hug, as her nerves started to kick in. "Don't be shy now," Roderick stuck out his tongue and flicked it around like a snake. "Sit on my fuckin face." "Do it," Sanderson raised his eyebrows. "Here,girl. Lemme help you." He held his left hand on the center of her back, which in turn caused her to throw an arm over the back of his neck and lean forward to kiss him again. As they kissed, Roderick pulled down on her and plunged his hot tongue so far up her pussy that his nose became buried up her ass. "Mmm," Kristin felt like her insides were melting. "Yee-ah. Dat shit feel good don't it?" Sanderson broke his kiss with her. "While that nigga uses his tongue to please you, you get to use your tongue to please me. Hear me?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." "Good girl," Sanderson softly whispered. He then spread his legs wide apart and braced his hands against a wall. "Quit playing with me and get dat fuckin dick out. Let's go." She gently unzipped his pants with her teeth and yanked down, so he could keep on his Timbaland boots and kick free of his pants. Once she set eyes on his naked body, she lost all sense of self control and went in for the kill. She leaned under Sanderson and jammed her tongue deep inside of his asshole. "Fuck!!" Sanderson was caught by surprise. "I've had steady girlfriends that won't do dat shit for me. Gotdayum, girl. Un hmmm. Fuck!!" To be honest, Kristin didn't even know why she did that first. She just knew that many of the guys in pornos seemed to like it, so she decided to give it a try. Funny thing was that she didn't really know what to expect. She just knew that dat ass was too phat not to kiss at least once. "Mmm," Sanderson moaned his approval. "Slurp dat ass up." Kristin tilted her head further back (which allowed Sanderson to straddle her face) so she could reach up and play the trombone with his massive black dick. "Oh fuck," Sanderson groaned as pre-cum leaked from his cock head. "Dayum dis shit is making me hot." Roderick, in the meantime, had begun to bounce her up and down so that he could tongue fuck her. Between his tongue slithering around inside of her hot hole, and his nose on her asshole, Kristin felt like she was about to lose control. She hesitantly looked up to Sanderson to see if she could read his eyes. "You don't have to ask to cum," Sanderson reached his hands down to pinch her titties. "Squirt on dat niggas fuckin face." "SPUIZZZ", Kristin plopped around like a fish out of the water. It was like Roderick's tongue was beating against a wall until her pussy popped like a water balloon. "Swallow everything, nigga. Don't you spill a drop," Sanderson was amazed at how his homeboys face had become inundated in girl cum. "Slurp it up, boi." Kristin palmed Sanderson by the ass and PLUNGED her face over his massive black dick. She actually managed to swallow a respectable SEVEN inches before her throat met resistance and her stomach almost reversed itself. "See," Sanderson shook his head. "You doing too much. Quit trying to impress me and swallow dat shit inch by inch." Kristin started to back off until he caught her hair in all ten fingers. "At ah...Down..." Kristin almost felt like she had bitten off more than she could chew. But to tell the truth, it was basically too late. Sanderson had stubbornly clamped his tongue over his top lip and began to shove so hard that his nostrils flared to three times its normal size. "C'mon, bitch. All the way down to the balls. Dere you go. Unnnn." When Kristin opened her eyes, she was staring into the darkness of the black studs pubic hairs. Her eyes were running profusely and her throat felt like it would tear at any given second. But as she listened to Sanderson's baritone moans...mixed with Rodericks tongue up her pussy...she let loose for the second time in a row and squirted all over Roderick's face. "Atta girl," Sanderson smiled pervertedly. He then began a sensuous African rhythm where he would slide 10 inches out- 13 in...13 inches out- all thirteen back in. At some point, Roderick slid out of his dickies so Sanderson could fling Kristin atop of him in a kinky 69. "You gobbled me all the way down," Sanderson talked smack. "So you better get him the same way." To give her an incentive, Sanderson knelt behind her and tongue fucked her up the ass at the same time Roderick feasted on her pussy. Kristin didn't know it, but the two black hunks were only preparing her for what they were about to do. Out of nowhere Sanderson hopped up froggystyle and slid an inch or so of his dick up her ass. She tried to scream, but that only made Sanderson push down on her head while Roderick pushed up on his calve muscles. "You still got dat niggas tongue up your pussy. So just relax. This can go really good for you." Kristin actually did squirt again, but at this stage in the game, she wanted the men to let her up to breathe. At first. But then it hit her. It seemed like she could cum harder with a dick down her throat. So when Sanderson let her up, she surprised both men by holding still on his dick as he traced the alphabet over her clit. The result was that she came so hard she knocked herself out, which was a good thing, because when she came to, she was sandwiched between the two men. Sanderson layed on his back so he could fuck her up the ass. Roderick draped the top and hammered her pussy into the ground. Kristin's loud screams filled the night, but with the idling locomotive drowning out the sound, her screams of lust and ecstasy literally became absorbed into the wall. Kristin had ventured into the tunnel for adventure and the black studs had given it to her. She was now afraid of one thing. She knew it was a cliché, but once she learned to to stop fearing the dark, she no longer had a reason to run towards the light... She was no longer afraid of the dark.