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*My indoctrination into Lesbianism*

“Author’s note: My email address at the end of each chapter of Starters Only was wrong, so I have no idea how much, or what sort of feedback I received on those chapters. This has been corrected, so anyone who reads this (and has also read the previous part) please let me know what you think of this so far. JL

Main character”s admonishment: If you find yourself becoming lost while reading this, my English Literature Teacher advice is that you go back and read part one (Starters Only). I refuse to re-hash what you should have studied, instead of impulsively jumping ahead.”

Anxiously awaiting my 1st Slut…

School, the following Monday, was sheer hell for me. I kept waiting for the all-knowing glances from some of my students, or the telltale whispering between them, even some crude remarks made to me from one of them concerning my weekend”s double taboo transgressions. However, nothing of the sort came my way. Not even so much as a quizzically raised eyebrow.

Apparently, D”bone hadn”t so much as hinted to his friends that he had spent the entire weekend with his hard black cock filling and refilling his English Lit teacher”s burgeoning white slut mouth with his delicious cum, or shooting his hot cum deep into her eagerly receptive cunt, or fucking in and out of her willingly offered, nasty-slut asshole. And, if anyone knowing that all this had taken place in my home (with my nearly a-sexual Economics Professor husband conveniently out of town) wouldn”t have been damaging enough for a supposedly straight-laced, White teacher, then the mutual pee games the two of us had playfully indulged in would have had me behind bars—with the key melted down—in less time then it would have taken for me to even bother denying it.

I was extremely grateful for Darnell”s prudent discretion… at least on my behalf. I also admired his intestinal fortitude. Think of what it took for him to be so adultly discrete. A healthy, young, American guy, not regaling his friends with the gory details of how he had spent the weekend turning one of their white teachers into an insatiable black-cock slut… Not bragging to his cohorts about accomplishing something of such degrading magnitude, you will have to agree, has to be totally unthinkable to libidinous male psyche.

In fact, the only incident that clearly showed me that I wasn”t the only aware of what had transpired was Darnell stopping at my desk at the end of my last class and—in a voice loud enough for all to hear—asking me if I would still be here when football practice was over, and could he stop in and maybe clarify a disturbing point he had concerning Othello.

Of course I would still be here; for all intense and purposes, D”bone had just told me to be. Fighting back an all-too-reveling blush, I answered that I had some papers to grade and that I could just as easily work on a lesson plan here as I could at home, so “Yes” I would be available to answer any questions he might have about one of Shakespeare”s most inspiring works. That was the sort thing any good teacher was supposed to do.

To his credit, D”bone didn”t even smirk when he thanked me, then turned and walked out of the room.

I, on the other hand, had a serious problem that required a quick trip to the faculty ladies restroom. The crotch of my panties was more than damp; it was very nearly wringing wet. Standing less than three feet from me, the heady scent of my young black possessor, plus the possibility of his reveling the identity of who he had in mind for my next taboo transgression had caused that. If I continued on this illicit course and became any more of an insatiable slut than I already was for irresistible D”bone, I would have to start wearing a double thick sanitary pad inside my panties to school every day, not just those times of the month when I actually needed them for their intended purpose.

By 6:00, I had finished grading the papers and had worked up a lesson plan for the following week, and still no Darnell. I got up from my desk and went to the window. How long could football practice take, anyway? I nervously glanced at my watch. Another ten minutes and D”bone could just go fuck himself.

No, I”d still be here at midnight, waiting for Darnell to show. I was too afraid of what D”bone could revel about us if I wasn”t here when he waltzed in. I was also far too curious about who he intended to pair me with so we could entertain him with some hot and sweaty lesbian intimacy.

D”bone sauntered into the room at quarter after 6:00 and closed the door behind him. “Miss me, Slut?”

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. “Do you mean all day long, or only while you were at practice?”

He crossed the room and nonchalantly shoved his hand up under my sweater. “Missed my sweet black cock that much, huh?” he said groping one of my tits.

I grabbed his hand, but didn”t attempt to make him removed it. “Damn it, D”bone, someone could see you doing this to me, and…”

“Ain”t no one “cept us left in the building, Diane. I made real sure of it “fore I came up here.” He worked his hand underneath my brassier and tweaked the rock hard nipple. “And the night janitors don”t get here till at least 10:00.”

The way he was mauling my tit felt so good my pussy was leaking down the insides of my quaking legs. “Even still,” I weakly protested, “here in front of the window, someone might look up and see us, and…”

For a heart-stopping moment, I could see in D”bone”s eyes that he was seriously contemplating continuing this right here in front of the window, where anyone looking up would be able to clearly see a black student feeling up his white teacher, and that she wasn”t doing anything to stop him. Grabbing a handful of my bra, he snapped, “Follow me, Teach,” Using the bra like a halter, he led me over to the door, locked it and led me back over to the desk. “Just like in the garage, Slut,” he instructed, “assume the position.”

D”bone was going to fuck me right here, in school, at my desk. Not that I was against D”bone taking what was rightfully his, but… “Here!”

“Now!” D”bone commanded.

Over the weekend, I had become D”bone”s to use, as he wanted, when he wanted, and where he wanted. I had no choice and obediently prostrated myself on my desk for my young black possessor. He pulled up my skirt and chuckled. “No panties.” He slapped both of my asscheeks. “Naughty, Teacher. Naughty, Teacher.”

“They were… They were soaking wet,” I meekly explained. “I… My pussy was running so badly after you left, that I had to take them off. They… They”re in my purse.”

He laughed. “So, you got a pussy that smells like pussy and now you got a purse that smells like pussy.” His hand shot between my legs. “Damn, you weren”t kidding.” He plunged three fingers into my sopping cunt. “Like stickin” “em into a tube of hot oil.”

I was becoming lost to my rapidly escalating lust. I wanted to tell him to pull them out, but what came out of my mouth was, “Don”t stop. Pleeeeese, don”t stop!”

D”bone wasn”t about stop. Thank God! “You”ll never guess who I got lined up for you to give your lezzie cherry to, Teach,” he said as he finger fucked me. “Go on, try and guess.”

“Julie!” was the only name that came to mind.

“Naw. Julie”d do it, no question there, but she ain”t good enough… not for your first time.” He worked his fingers deeper, harder, and faster in my hot, oily cunt. “Try again.”

I was close to cumming and holding on to the desk as tight as I could was hard enough to accomplish, let alone think. “Patty!” I finally gasped. Patty was the only other girl in school I could think of who might not mind some hot lezzie action with a teacher.

“Patty Pee!” D”bone snorted. “She”s okay for some really freaky entertainment, but that”s about all. No, Slut, I got someone real special already lined up for you.”

My cunt muscles clamped down around D”bone”s thrusting fingers and I no longer cared whom my impending lesbian affair would take place with, or even where. What I wanted to know most of all right then was, “When?”

D”bone laid himself across my arched back. “In just about an hour from… right… NOW!” He thrust his fingers into me hard and I came violently. He held me there, with his fingers buried in my spasming cunt until my vaginal convulsions began to lessen, before slowly—excruciatingly slowly—extracting them.

I relaxed my death grip on the desk and sank to the floor. D”bone had finger fucked me better than I could ever finger fuck myself. Or, maybe it was simply having someone else masturbating me, instead of doing it myself. Either way, I couldn”t have agreed more when I heard him say, “That should get you sufficiently warmed up, Diane.” I was more than sufficiently warmed up for any FUCKING thing D”bone might care to throw my way.

He waved his slimy fingers in front of my face. “Now, clean up this mess you made, and let”s get to it. We don”t want to keep your first piece of lezzie ass waitin”, do we?”

After dutifully licking his fingers clean of my vaginal secretions, I shakily got to my feet, opened the bottom drawer of my desk, and grabbed my purse. “No, we certainly do not want to keep her waiting,” I said as I purposely led the way to the door. I was so far gone by then that I didn”t want to postpone meeting the person who was going to be my very first piece of hot lesbian ass any longer than was absolutely necessary to get to wherever she was located.

“She” turns out to be the most unexpected of all…

Where my first lesbian tryst would take place was settled when Darnell got in the passenger seat of my car and instructed me to drive straight home. “But, what if Edwin”s come home early?” I reasoned as I backed out of my parking place.

“Drop me off at the corner and I”ll come down the alley,” Darnell said after a long moment”s thought. “If your husband”s not there, kill the lights and leave the back door open and go on in the house.”

“And if he is?” I asked, peeling out of the empty parking lot.

“If he”s home, then make some excuse for needing to go right back out. Drive around to the alley and we”ll go find someplace else for you to eat your first pussy.”

So, whoever she was, she would be waiting in the alley for Darnell and his experimenting teacher to let her in. “Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,” I snickered.

“Something I learned from my father,” Darnell responded. “If you don”t have a backup plan already in place when the primary strategy goes right in the crapper, then you best be able to think fast and loose on your feet.”

I had seen our nimble-footed Assistant DA in action and that sounded exactly like a useful piece of advise he would pass on to his only son.

I dropped Darnell at the corner and was anxiously pressing the control button for the garage door half way down the block. The garage door went up and the interior light came on just as I pulled into the driveway. Seeing that Edwin”s car wasn”t in the garage, I let out the deep breath I had been holding for nearly a block.

I hit the down button, bolted from the car, killed both the interior and outside lights, opened the back door, then went in the house, leaving the connecting door to the kitchen open behind me. D”bone hadn”t said whether he wanted me still dressed, or stark naked when he brought “her” in, so I decided to play this half way in between. My sweater was already being pulled over my head as I hurried up the stairs. I pitched it into the closet and kicked my pumps in after it as I yanked down the zipper of my skirt. It and my bra quickly followed.

I dashed into the bathroom and gave myself a cursory sponge bath—my face, under my arms, mopping up the wet mess that was my sorely-in-need pussy—and dapped on some expensive perfume for my “date”. It was an expensive brand that I only used for very special occasions. And I do think my first excursion into lesbianism qualified as a being VERY special occasion.

Of course, I was assuming that whoever “she” was, she would be one of the students. But “she” could just as easily be another white woman D”bone could very well be banging the livin” shit out of. She could even be another teacher. This last possibility I found more than mildly intriguing as I adjusted the lighting in the bedroom to a soft, mellow glow, then retrieved my filmy negligee from the corner where it had ended up sometime Saturday night. I considered this new possibility as I slipped the negligee on and tied the satin bow at the throat—leaving my naked body exposed from there down. Several “possibilities” came to mind, but none of them could I picture myself being intimate with… not voluntarily, anyway. Not that I would have any choice in the matter. Once Darnell and “she” entered the house, D”bone—not “she” or I—would be calling the shots in whatever transpired after they entered the bedroom.

I was reclining as seductively as I knew how in the middle of the bed when I heard noise coming from the kitchen—the solid thump of the connecting door to the garage being closed and the distinctive snap of the bolt being thrown. There was some fumbling around, someone bumping into something, a muffled laugh, the sound of a chair being slid back from the kitchen table. Then hushed voices were coming up the stairs—Darnell”s, and someone else”s; a much softer voice… that sounded strangely familiar.

Darnell”s dark form appeared in the doorway. “Like the setup,” he commented. “It”s pure-D sexy, Diane.”

I was about to thank him when I heard a startled gasp in the hall. “Damn… damn you, Darnell! You… you should have told me whose house this was. God FUCKING damn you!”

I sat bolt upright. That voice was no longer “strangely” familiar; it was VERY familiar, and the profanities she was spewing at Darnell were none I had ever heard come from her always-polite mouth. “Chantel?”

My nipples were instantly hard and aching terribly. My pussy was leaking seriously this time. My heart was racing out of control. Chantel was the last girl I would have ever suspected of something like this, but I could think of no one with whom I would so willing want to have a lesbian affair.

Chantel was, undeniably, the most strikingly attractive girl in school. Every boy in school—and most of the male teachers as well—hungrily followed Chantel with his eyes, if not bodily, around campus. And I couldn”t blame any of them one bit. Nineteen years old, tall and willowy—5″ 8″, 5″ 9″, maybe 120 pounds, with the face of an angle, raven-black hair, a flawless complexion that was a creamy mocha-caramel, a model”s bearing—though not a model”s emaciated figure, with a regal grace about her—Chantel was the aloof, sophisticated vision of every boy”s wet dream come to life. And now mine, too.

But that wasn”t all there was to Chantel; she also had the brains to go along with her classic beauty. Having started school much later than she should have—8 1/2 was what was listed in her transcript—she had caught up fast, skipping several grades, and had been only a year older than the majority of her woefully inept peers upon graduation.

An exemplary student, who ravenously devoured extra work and begged for more; four years at the very top of the Dean”s list in high school with a consistent 4.0 GPA, a cheerleader and co-captain of the college”s volleyball team, invariably the female lead in the school plays—who somehow managed to sandwich in four nights a month voluntarily manning a phone at the Rape Crisis Center, Chantel was not only the college”s, but MY most prized student. What in God”s name she was doing here at this small, nothing community college, instead of showing everyone that she had everything it takes to make the grade at a major university was more puzzling to me than why Edwin couldn”t fathom the reason why “supposedly catastrophic” Y2K had turned out to be such minor fizzle.

“Chantel?” I barely managed to croak out. “Is that you out there, Chantel?”

“Ohhh, God!” I heard her moan. “I ought to kick you right in the fucking balls, Darnell!” I heard her body slump against the wall. “I think I”m going to be sick.”

For the first time, I saw real worry come to Darnell”s eyes. He had dealt the cards in this salacious game, but had he overplayed his hand? One of us had to take control of this embarrassing situation and they had to do so quickly, or risk having unnervered Chantel unintentionally spill the beans. As illogical as it sounded inside my head, even more painful to me would be missing out on what Chantel looked like underneath the rather plain clothes she normally wore to school.

I was the adult here; it would be up to me to take control. I cleared my throat and closed my negligee. “Chantel? Chantel, I want you to come in her, dear.”

“I can”t, Mrs. Chapel,” she whispered back. “Knowing… knowing it”s you, I… I just can”t come in there.”

“Please?” My heart stopped while I waited for her reply. Finally, her angelic face peered around the door jam. As usual, her raven hair was held back from her face in a tight bun at the upper back of her head, secured in place by her customary white barrette. I smiled and held out my hands to her. “As you can see, I am tastefully attired—given the circumstance, and I promise you that not one single thing untoward will happen in here without your explicit, and unequivocal, permission.”

Chantel took a hesitant step into the room and my breath caught in my throat. Instead of the long skirts and bulky sweaters I had always seen wearing her in my classes, Chantel was attired as the most desirable sex goddess imaginable—a short waisted, long sleeve, white cashmere sweater that showed her belly button and didn”t hide, but actually accentuated her rounded breasts; a micro-mini white wool skirt that just barely concealed her buttocks; and white, open-toed platform sandals with what appeared to be 4″ stiletto heels, which did marvelous things for her dancer”s legs.

“My Lord!” I wheezed. “Chantel, your outfit is absolutely breath taking.” And that was putting it mildly. If Chantel ever showed up at school dressed like this, there would be a lethal outbreak of terminal hardon, and there would be no telling how many pairs of severely wet panties would be going home in other girl”s—and female teachers—purses. “Please, turn around so I can get the full affect.”

With a whimsical cock of her head, Chantel slowly pirouetted in a full circle. I had been wrong concerning the length of her short skirt; the bottom portions of both of her nicely rounded buttocks were clearly visible when she had her back to me. “Once more, Mrs. Chapel?” she asked with a coquettish lilt in her voice.

“Chantel, you could do that all night long and you still have a totally captivated fan when the sun comes up.” I motioned with my hands. “But, please, move into the light so I can see you even better. Please?” Chantel took a couple of steps further into the room and stopped a couple of feet from the bed. My eyes slowly traveled from her face, down her body to her blood-red toenails, then even more slowly back up again. “If you want to turn and walk right out of here, there will be no hard feelings, Chantel. I”m satisfied that I have seen a vision of the most desirable creature on this planet.”

The light in Chantel”s dark eyes couldn”t have been any brighter if she had just been elected a member of Mensa and handed the keys to Vassar. “Is that what you want me to do, Mrs. Chapel?” she asked softly. “Turn around and walk out of here?”

“Good… God… NO!”

The smile she returned to my nearly shouted exclamation went beyond captivating; it owned me… body and sole. “Then… I won”t.”

Chantel turned slightly and sat on the edge of the bed. I could smell her perfume. I couldn”t place the alluring fragrance, but whatever she was wearing, it was a lot more expensive than the cheap toilet water I had splashed on my own merger excuse for a woman”s body. I could also smell Chantel beneath her perfume. It wasn”t the sweetish smell of a girl, or even that of a blossoming teenager, but the unmistakable scent of a mature young woman.

“Derek’s hands grabbed my nipples jerking them. My asshole felt the fullness of him and my pussy quivered as he tugged on my nipples. My ass and mouth were packed with dark cockmeat.

“The bad part was, I felt like I was going to come. Derek continued to penetrate my ass with his deep in and out strokes. My ass wiggled back and forth, trying to hold him tightly inside me. The cock in my mouth started to jump and dance again. Jerome buried his cock in my mouth, pulling my head by the hair to him again. Another load of hot cum filled my mouth. The taste wasn’t as salty as the first load, but this time his cock was pushed so far in. His mighty cock just ran up over the top of my mouth and to the back of my throat depositing his hot fuckjuice deep against the back of my throat. I was swallowing again for all I was worth, but I could feel it running out of the corners of my mouth.

“I could feel Derek’s hard cock jerking in my little ass canal. I could actually feel him come as he erupted filling me with his cum. I was a little embarrassed, but I heard moans coming from deep within my throat. My body started to shake. I could feel little spasms in my lower stomach as Derek’s fingers tightened on my nipples. He came in gushers of steamy cum; then I came. Any sense of modesty I had felt disappeared as my ass bucked back and forth against his cock. I could tell he wanted to pull it out, but I pushed back trying to hold it in. He pulled back even further until his black monster popped out of my asshole, a trail of cum following it leaving a small white trail down my ass, insides of my legs and to the floor.

“I’d like to tell you they were done with me but they weren’t. They stayed another couple hours taking turns fucking me, but only in the mouth and ass. They told me to shave my pussy for Saturday, how to dress that night and came back over Wednesday and Thursday. Jerome wanted to make sure my ass was plenty stretched for the rush party. He told me he might bring over a couple more of his frat brothers on Friday, but for some reason he didn’t.

“In a way, everything was so revolting to me. It hurt me physically and shamed me emotionally, but for some reason, sometimes it just felt so good. I just couldn’t understand. Yet, each time Derek and Jerome came over, and the thought of the party, well, it just made me anxious. But like I say, I didn’t really have much choice. They even took my key and had a copy made and told me they might just show up anytime, before or after the party, and my mouth and ass better be ready for them.

“I spent what little time I had after they left Thursday trying to figure out how I could get out of the party. It was difficult to even think about at the time because I wasn’t sure who might be showing up the next night. I even thought about calling Rick, but I guess I knew it would be pointless. After all, he was the one that kind of got this whole thing started to begin with. I thought maybe they still weren’t serious about the party, just trying to scare or, even if there was a party, maybe I could still talk to them. Somehow, they’d let me out of it. I’d give it one final try. Besides, I couldn’t believe they’d come over and kidnap me. Somehow, I just knew I wouldn’t have to go through with it-I knew I couldn’t.”

“To be continued…”

“Author’s note: Please remember to excercise your right to vote and by all means, please send feedback.”

“I laid quietly on the bed as he got and dressed. ‘You know, I know all about you,’ he said. ‘I been talking to my man, Derek, about you. He says he has a key to your room and you’re always ready for black cock.’

“His words terrified me, but he wasn’t done yet. ‘Point is, you and I are gonna be seeing each other around,’ he continued. ‘You’re gonna get real use to taking this big black cock of mine down your throat and up your pretty white, little asshole, cunt!’

“He sounded like a heartless bastard as he talked, myabe even worse than Derek. But, I knew he had me and there really wasn’t anything I could do about it. I wanted to cry out to him to leave me alone, but I knew, I knew there was no turning back now. I wanted to say something, anything, but I didn’t know what to say when all of sudden, ‘Anytime,’ came out of mouth. I watched as a smile formed on his face. ‘Yeah, baby, you can be my white cock slut, too!’ he said walking out the door.

“I wasn’t sure how more guys were going to be coming in that night. As best I could figure, maybe one more. Then if Jennifer was right, some more action downstairs and maybe some guy for the night and that would be it.

“All I could do was lie in bed. My pussy and mouth ached from the fucking each had taken by the monster black cock but, I looked down at my naked body. My little white clit was swollen and inflamed from all of this. The fact was, I wanted more black cock. Lighting up another cigarette, I waited anxiously for the next one.

“Just before the door opened, actually, I started thinking even more. Not only did I like it, I was starting to love it. Oh, it made me feel kind of slutty I guess, but even though I wasn’t in control in one sense, in another way I was.

“Jason walked in the room. He let me know he was the last one coming up. All of a sudden the good feeling I had dissipated. I remembered Jennifer’s words from earlier. The thought of being with another woman didn’t seem all that bad, but in front of all these guys, well, that was a different story now. Especially if she was right and they were all going to be standing around jacking off on us while we ate each other’s pussy.

“‘So, you’re Dawn?’ he asked.

“‘Yeah, and I remember you from downstairs; you’re Jason.’

“‘That’s me, I guess I’m the last guy coming up here.’

“‘So, Jason, what would you like to do?’

“‘Honestly, I don’t feel comfortable doing anything, but I guess I have to. If I don’t, I’m not sure what the guys would say.’

“There was a sweet quality to him. ‘I’ll tell you what, one other guy tonight was kind of the same way. I won’t say anything to anybody and we can sit here or, I can do a little something. Whatever you’re comfortable with is okay with me.’

“‘See I’ve never done anything like this before,’ he told me.

“‘Well, Jason, either have I. Tell you what, why don’t you come over and lay down next to me and just relax. I’ll try to make you comfortable but, anytime you wanna stop, you let me know, okay.’

“Jason laid down on the bed. His body was stiff with nervousness. I undid the buttons on his shirt and pulled it open. He had a massive chocolate brown chest. Moving him around to get his shirt off, I admired his muscular arms.

“He laid still and quiet. Moving down his body slightly, I stopped with my mouth on his chest and licked his brown nipples while running my hands up and down the sides of his upper body. Moving directly on top of him, I pressed my breasts against his chest and rubbed them hard against him. He finally responded by moving his lower body up against mine, but still didn’t say a word. I was convinced, unless he would tell me to stop, I wasn’t going to hear a word from him.

“Rolling back off of him, I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his zipper and pulled his pants, and underwear at the same, down over his hips and part way down his thighs. I looked down at his hard dark brown cock. A smattering of precum covered the head and fell to his stomach.

“Raising myself back up, I straddled his body, one leg on each side of his body. Reaching down with hand, I felt my pussy. It was already wet with anticipation. Crouching up in a squatting position, I took his cock in my hand and held it up.

“Lowering myself down slowly, I positioned the head of his cock directly against the opening of my pink little pussy. The head of his dark cock was just inside. Lowering myself more, his cock slowly moved inside my pussy. Putting my hands on his chest and dropping down to me my knees, I slowly moved up and down the length of his cock. His cock felt so good inside my pussy.

“Moving a little faster now, he finally started to fuck me back. I sat straight up, my hands still on his chest. His cock was hitting my G-spot. It was driving me crazy. My body started to buck up and down against his. The pulsating cock moved in and out of me with ease, each upward stroke met by a downward thrust of my own. Each time, he hit the spot. My head fell back and my eyes rolled back in my head as we fucked.

“The sensation in my pussy was incredible. I could feel my body start to tense up and I knew it was only a matter of time before I came. I wanted us to do it together, but I couldn’t hold out any longer. My moans filled the room as I ground my pussy down to the base of the brown shaft pushed deep inside of me. My legs started to tremble and my body started to shake as wave after wave of orgasm fired through my body.

“My legs were still shaking, but I knew he hadn’t come yet. I lifted off his body and dropped my mouth over his hard cock. I could taste our combined juices as I sucked his tasty dark cock. It was only a matter of moments before his creamy orgasm filled my mouth. I sucked it in, holding it my mouth to feel the texture and taste it before swallowing it down.

“I have to tell you, he was really sweet, and I don’t mean just sweet tasting either. He asked if maybe he could see me again sometime, you know, like go to a movie. I gave him my phone number as he went out of the room and told him to call me sometime. Now it was just time to wait.

“The door opened again. It was Derek. He told me to walk downstairs. I started to get my clothes, but he stopped me telling me to go down just how I was. I felt a bit of embarrassment knowing I’d be walking downstairs without any clothes on with all those guys staring at me. But, it wasn’t so bad since the other three women were with me. The other two I hadn’t met, but I walked with Jennifer. She smiled at me saying, ‘Fun, huh?!’

“‘Yeah, it was kinda, now the grand finale I guess!’

“‘Just stay close to me,’ she told me.

“I saw Patrick and he smiled up at me. I didn’t do or say anything. I guess I just thought it would be the wrong thing to do. Actually, maybe I was a little premature on him anyway. I kind of liked Jason, but as soon as we got downstairs, Patrick moved over by me just like I had told him to do.

“As the four of stood there completely naked, and I have to tell you, I was getting more comfortable with that, Jerome moved over to the steps standing on the third one to make an annoucement. It wasn’t much of an annoucement. All he did was introduce Derek to the group since he was in charge of entertainment. The only thing that really struck me is all the guys that were there when I arrived were still there. According to what Jennifer had told me, I expected only about 10 or 12.

“Derek took a position next to Jerome. ‘Alright guys, we have a tradition here.’ he said. ‘I hope so far, those of you that have been involved have enjoyed the evening, but now we have something for all of you!’ A round of applause and cheering filled the room.

“‘Now, we play a little game, but we’re gonna do something a little different this year at the end,’ he continued. I looked over at Jennifer with a puzzled look on my face. All I got was a slight shrug, but the smile never left her face.

“Derek went on to explain how the four of us would pair off and make love to each other while they jacked off and a special prize would be awarded to the one that came the most, although he didn’t say what the prize was. He then read off a list of names telling the first group to come forward and then a second list, to stand off to the side. I counted quickly and there were about 15 guys in each group. The only name he didn’t call out was Anthony, that prick bastard that had been so mean to me earlier.

“‘Now, you guys in the first group, whip out your dicks and get ready to beat your meat!’ he shouted. ‘You girls, you pair off now and get down on the floor. Gentlemen, prepare to jack-off on the ladies. We don’t stop until all of you come, but when you do, stand in a line against the wall in order of coming. When one guy comes, a guy from the second group come up and take his place. You get extra points for coming on their faces and bonus points for getting it in their mouths.’

“Jennifer quickly grabbed me by the arm and we tumbled to the floor. I guess I was expecting a 69 position, but she dove headfirst between my thighs licking my pussy and little clit. I looked over at the other two and they were in a 69 position. From my vantage point, I could see 15 young black men pulling and tugging at their cocks over the four of us.

“It struck me when they started coming the front of my body and face would be exposed to them. I tried to grab Jennifer to switch positions or at least get in a 69 position with me, but she looked up and said, ‘Sorry, I was told to do it this way.’ I looked over at Derek and he just laughed.

“As I expected, Patrick was the first to come. His hot cum shot out over the back of Jennifer’s hair and onto my stomach and tits. Patrick moved out the way and was replaced by another guy.

“I’m not saying what Jennifer was doing wasn’t turning me on; it was, but the hot cum of the guys starting coming out in torrents over our bodies, but most of it was hitting me in the face. I closed my eyes as it hit. My hair, face and body were covered in cum. Some of the guys bent forward toward my face as they came or shoved their black dicks in my mouth. I didn’t know he was the last one, but as the last guy bent forward and came directly on my face, my mouth opened slightly to beg them to stop, but another blast from his giant ebony cock filled my mouth.

“Derek put an end to the women doing anything when the last guy came. I drenched in white cream and for the first time felt totally humiliated. Guys were laughing and pointing. It seems like most all of them chose me to come on. But, at least that part was over and now I guess Patrick would be picking somebody to spend the night with and I knew he was going to pick me. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

“Derek took center stage again. ‘Okay guys, that was great!’ he said. ‘Now this year we’re going to do something a little different. Anthony, if you would come forward and drop your pants and I’ll do the same. Guys, we’re gonna play a little game called ‘pig on a spit’ and me and Anthony will show you how it’s played and then the rest of you can join in later with the other ladies. Now, ladies we need a volunteer and I think Miss Dawn would be fine for this-get up here Dawn!” he commanded.

“Telling me to get down on my hands and knees Derek explained the game to the guys. ‘One of you, in this case me, gets in front and she sucks your cock while the other guy, Anthony here, gets behind and fucks her in the ass. The first one to come wins and gets her for the night, except for two things. Me and Anthony are in this one and we have too many guys, so for you guys, the first one that comes moves to the next round. I know it’ll take longer and longer to get through all you guys, but’s that’s the way the game’s gonna be played.’

“I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. How many guys were going to fuck my ass and face before this game was over. I started to say something to Derek, but he bent down and whispered in my ear not worry, when he and Anthony were done, I was done. I’d be going off with them for the rest of the night. My heart sank in my chest. The two meanest guys there and now I was trapped with both of them for the night.

“On my hands and knees, I cringed in fear. I was used to having Derek’s cock in my mouth and ass from the times before, but Anthony was so huge. The thought of his monstrous black cock assaulting my tight little asshole sent a shiver through my body.

“Anthony kneeled behind me and put his coal-black hands on creamy ass. I could his cock pushing against my little hole. No lubrication, no nothing, just pushing. At the same time, Derek, holding his large cock in his hand, fed it into my mouth.

“Once Anthony got the head of his cock in my little asshole, I felt him slam forward with one mighty thrust impaling my ass with his ungodly large cock. I tried to scream out but my mouth was stuffed with Derek’s cock. Probably the two biggest cocks in the room were slamming in and out of me from both ends. I heard Derek yell, ‘Okay, guys, get your pig skewers out and let’s get these pigs on the spit and get this contest moving!’

“Derek and Anthony penetrated me hard and fast from both ends. The pain I had felt began to ease and I found myself pushing back against Anthony as he bulled his big black piece of meat in and out of my ass. We were moving perfectly, all three of us. With each deep thrust in my ass, my mouth pushed forward taking Derek all the way in the mouth. When Anthony pulled back, my mouth slid back to the top of Derek’s cock. Then it was repeated again.

“Derek continued to pump his black dick in and out of my mouth and Anthony continued to relentlessly pierce my battered little asshole. They fucked me at a feverish pace when all of sudden I heard one of them yell out he was coming followed by the other yelling the same thing.

“I could feel the fiery shots of hot cum race into my mouth from Derek. He had stopped all movement as his cum shot deep into my mouth. Anthony was still fucking my ass vigorously with force and power. I thought I could feel his cock deep inside beating from side to side and then he drove his cock deep in my most sacred of areas one more time, balls-deep. I knew he was coming, blowing his flaming hot cum deep in my ass.

“When they finished, Anthony pulled out of me with a plopping sound that seem to echo througout the room. I could feel cum dribbling down my pale white thighs. Derek slid his cock out of my mouth and my body crumpled to the floor. Cum was still trickling out of my ass and mouth as Derek announced to the cheering roomful of men they had tied. I looked up at him meekly knowing it wasn’t true, but said nothing.

“‘Gentlemen, get to it,’ he told them. ‘Since me and Anthony tied, we’ll be taking her with us for the night. The rest of you going. You all know the rules.’

“Derek grabbed me by the arm and he and Anthony dragged me up the steps to a room. Once in the bedroom I had been in before, I told Derek I thought one of the pledges was supposed to get me for the night.

“‘You thought wrong, Dawn,’ he said scornfully. “Me and Anthony here are already members and remember what I told you, you’re my white cock slut now. Yeah, me and Derek are going fuck all three of your holes all night and we get tired, we’ll get some other guys up here.

“‘You can’t do this me!’ I protested.

“Without any pity in his voice at he told me, ‘Yeah, we can, and we will. And right now you’re gonna here ’til Monday morning to take care of anybody that wants you. After that, I may just move you in here. Last year it was Jennifer and if we decide to keep you, next year you’ll help us find a new one just like she did tonight!’ I looked at Anthony and Derek and received nothing but an icy stare from each.

“Honey, you wouldn’t believe what the next two nights were like starting with the large wooden fraternity paddle to redden my white, slutty ass; but maybe that one is for another time!”

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