Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Game Day Part: Completely Author: CuPED Keywords: Mf ped interracial preteen prostitution Summary: The story about fans of sports and sexual distortions. Story_intro: Atlanta was ahead fourteen to seven at the half. The game was about ready to resume when Darnell heard the back door of John's home open and close. A moment later, a cute little white girl walked into the room. She looked to be about seven years old. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail. Her blue eyes were bright, but grew doubtful when she caught sight of Darnell sitting on the couch. The child was skinny as a stick, but very pretty. Dismissing the other black man's presence for a moment, her pixie face split into a wide grin at John as she crawled up into his lap. "Who is winning?" She asked looking at the screen. "Atlanta by seven." John answered as she settled onto his lap. His voice was a bit higher, and much more gentle than you would expect on seeing him. Indicating his house guest, John made introductions. "This is Darnell. He works with me at the plant. Darnell, this is Betty. She lives across the street. The child and man regarded one another. "Nice to meet you." Betty stated politely after a moment. "Nice to meet you too." Darnell replied, just as politely. He wondered at the child's presence, especially given the fact that she had just walked in like she owned the place. ====== This story is a work of fiction. ===== Game Day Written by CuPED When Darnell visited John on that first Sunday to watch the Raiders take on the Falcons, he didn't know what to expect. John was new at the plant, and was kinda strange. The big black man was quiet, not easy to get to know. Standing at six foot two, John looked like an offensive lineman. He was very round. He weighed right at three hundred and twenty pounds. His skin was a very dark brown. His eyes were light brown, and the man was shaved totally bald. Though his arms were flabby, they held a lot of strength. Darnell himself wasn't a small man. Standing at five eleven, he was a well muscled two hundred and ten pounds. His skin was not quite as dark as John's, and he wore his tight curly hair neatly trimmed. He also thought he looked better than John. Where John's nose was wide and pugged, giving his face a sort of pinched look, Darnell's nose was thinner and longer. John had pretty thin lips where Darnell's were fuller. It had taken Darnell a few weeks to get to know John. Both worked in the same department at the plant, running slitters for nylon fabric that was turned into type writer ribbon. John was a hard worker, preferring to keep at it hard rather than socialize like most of the other slitters. It was hard to get him to stop long enough to have a conversation. Some of the other slitters were beginning to resent john, because his hard work ethic meant his production was better then theirs and the supervisors were taking note. Darnell didn't mind. He, like John, wasn't scared of hard work. But he did think that the day passed by better if it was a friendly environment. So while the other workers in the department shunned the big man, or talked hostilely behind his back, Darnell set out to befriend him. It proved hard to do, since John seemed to be somewhat shy. Talking about women didn't draw him out of his shell. John would answer all Darnell's comments, but not add anything of his own. Talking music didn't seem to work either. Though both men were in their early twenties, John didn't seem to be into Rap or R&B. He listened to it and could name the artists, but he didn't put forth any real opinion about the songs. The only thing that it seemed could animate the fellow was talking football. Being from Atlanta, John was a staunch supporter of the Falcon's, though he was realistic about the team. Darnell found his insights into what could improve the team to be dead on. With football season just starting, the topic was covered almost whenever the two of them talked. Darnell had caught hell trying to get John to invite him into his home. He wondered why he was so persistent in the matter. Darnell had invited John over to his own place several times, and John had accepted twice. but seemed uncomfortable around Darnell and his family. Particularly his two daughters, aged seven and five who after some initial shyness of their own, climbed on their new big friend like he was a jungle gym in the park. Darnell had seen John's first smile as his kids mauled him, but John had stopped the game after only a few minutes. When Darnell finally wrangled the invitation, he was impressed at seeing how John lived. The big man had done well for himself. He owned his home, a two story four bedroom two bath Colonial. John had shown it off with pride. It was in a predominantly white neighborhood, but John seemed to get on well with his neighbors. The nearest black neighbor was on the next block. John had given Darnell the tour before settling into the nicely furnished living room. A large room, it was dominated on one wall by a large screen high definition Plasma television. When Darnell asked him how he could afford such an expensive set, John just gave a secret smile and said nothing. Darnell discovered John's other passion. Video games. The large black man had all three of the current next generation machines. Beside John's easy chair, a large cabinet set that had all three gaming systems along with a VCR, DVD player, and surround sound home theater system. The sound of the game was rich in the room. the video equipment was hooked up by wires that ran under the house's crawlspace and back up though the floor at the television. John was a gracious host. Offering a variety of drink, from beer to orange juice, and decent snacks. The two men chatted during the commercials, but John fell silent in absolute concentration on the football game when it came back on. Darnell decided that was why John felt uncomfortable watching the game at his house with the distraction of the wife and kids. Atlanta was ahead fourteen to seven at the half. The game was about ready to resume when Darnell heard the back door of John's home open and close. A moment later, a cute little white girl walked into the room. She looked to be about seven years old. Her long blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail. Her blue eyes were bright, but grew doubtful when she caught sight of Darnell sitting on the couch. The child was skinny as a stick, but very pretty. Dismissing the other black man's presence for a moment, her pixie face split into a wide grin at John as she crawled up into his lap. "Who is winning?" She asked looking at the screen. "Atlanta by seven." John answered as she settled onto his lap. His voice was a bit higher, and much more gentle than you would expect on seeing him. Indicating his house guest, John made introductions. "This is Darnell. He works with me at the plant. Darnell, this is Betty. She lives across the street. The child and man regarded one another. "Nice to meet you." Betty stated politely after a moment. "Nice to meet you too." Darnell replied, just as politely. He wondered at the child's presence, especially given the fact that she had just walked in like she owned the place. The three of them were distracted by the game. The Raiders kicked off to the falcons. They started with the ball on their own twenty three. No one commented until third down came up. Darnell was surprised when Betty stated knowingly, "That corner is playing to soft. I bet they are going to punish him." Sure enough when the next play was over, they had gained a first down attacking the soft corner. John gave the child in his lap a soft hug, but his attention was entirely on the game. However, he addressed the child when he said, "What next? Run or short pass play?" "Passing route underneath." Betty stated without hesitation. The play went and it was indeed a pass play that gained Atlanta five yards. "Now they will run." For ten minutes, the little white girl gave predictions that were right more often then wrong. With each correct play, John would give her a hug and smile. Betty was squirming in the bag man's lap. Darnell was torn between watching the game and the two people on the recliner. He was watching them when just before a commercial break, John commented that Atlanta was playing well and might win. When Betty informed him that Atlanta didn't have a chance, John stuck his tongue out at her. His tongue was long! It stuck out from between his lips at least four inches. But what happened next shocked Darnell. As John stuck his tongue out, Betty spun around in his lap and captured it with her lips. The both of them seemed to have forgotten Darnell was in the room. Betty sucked on the big black man's tongue, moving back and forth taking it into her mouth slowly over and over. She moaned as she did so. John was moving his tongue up and down. "What the hell is going on here?" Darnell cried jumping to his feet when he could move. The black man and white girl broke the kiss with a start. Both looked up at him as he stared on in outrage. Darnell tried to ignore the erection that had begun in his jeans at seeing the remarkably intense and sensual act of the child. He angrily began to move towards John to pluck the girl from his lap. "Hey!" John's firm voice stopped him cold as just as he laid his hand on the child's arm. "You are a guest in my house." John went on locking eyes with Darnell. "I'll thank you not to interfere in something you don't know nothing about." "I know that this is a little girl." Darnell shot back. "And that kissing like that is wrong as two boys fucking!" "Watch your language!" John stated calmly. "And what I do with one of my little playmates is none of your business. She isn't doing anything she don't want to, and if you try and mess this up for me, I will break you in half." Darnell felt his eyes harden as he took a grip on the white girl and tried to pull her away from John. He was surprised when she jerked her arm out of his hand and glared at his defiantly. She hugged onto John, making it plain that she would not be moved. "This is nuts!" Darnell exclaimed. He turned to the front door as he said, "I am outta here!" Darnell heard a noise from behind him. John was amazingly fast as he stood setting the girl to her feet and grabbing Darnell by the arm with one smooth motion. Darnell tried to jerk his arm away, but John's grip was firm as steel. John's other hand came out as he grabbed Darnell and tossed him to the couch with ease. "The game isn't over yet." John stated calmly. Darnell began to grow concerned. He started to get back up, but the look on John's face stopped him, and made his blood run cold. Fear rushed trough him as he realized that John didn't intend to let him leave. His fear turned to amazement as Betty, still glaring defiantly at Darnell walked over in front of John. She barely stood as tall as Johns large belly. Standing in front of him, her hands went to his belt and began to unbuckle him. John smiled fondly at the child as she unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. The smile grew lecherous as she pulled his pants down, revealing his thick long penis. John had to be ten inches long. His cock was as thick as the child's wrist, but she didn't hesitate as she gripped it, pointed it at her pink lips, and sucked it in. The blonde child had stepped to John's side and leaned over to suck his cock in, so Darnell had a great view of her face as she worked her way down four inches on John's huge penis. Her jaws were stretched wide, and her lips stretched taut. But the expression on her face was blissful as she went down. John's big hand came gently to the back of her head, almost hiding it. Betty gave a moan and began to speed up. John let her suck him for a few moments before snapping his fingers, the sound ringing out in the room like a shot. Betty immediately let his prick bounce out of her mouth and stood up. Frantically she tore at her clothing, stripping herself naked in moments. Darnell's breath caught as she stood proudly letting John inspect her little body from on high. Darnell could feel his own prick straining in his pants as John picked the child up easily and sat her on the couch beside him. John got laboriously to his knees and jerked the child's legs apart and up. He looked hungrily at the slit of her immature womanhood before lowering his head towards her. Once more his long red tongue flickered out of his mouth to make contact with her cunt. Betty moaned and squirmed on the couch as John began eating her out. His tongue ran flickering, tracing the outline of her labia, which grew red and moist at his efforts. The seven year old's skin was growing flush and she was beginning to pant when John's lips found her tiny clitoris and clamped down on it. "Ohhh yes, Daddy, you know how to make it feel good!" She exclaimed over the noisy sound of John sucking her pussy. Darnell stared on disbelievingly at John's bullet like head moving in the child's crotch. His prick was threatening to rip right out of his pants. John left her clit, parting her cunt lips with his tongue as he worked his way down. At her tiny vaginal opening, his tongue stiffened and entered her. opening her up like a prick as she moaned loudly. Her hips were moving up and down as John fucked his tongue in and out of her. When a voice rang out in the room, Darnell was surprised that it was his own. He was incredibly turned on at the scene in front of him. Betty was so obviously into it, and the two of them were making love as is they had done it hundreds of times before. "Hey brother, mind if I get a piece of dat?" Darnell asked. John pulled his tongue out of the blonde preteen long enough to say, "Sure, she loves the dark meat. Bust you off a chunk." Then the large black man went back to greedily eating the child out. Darnell was in motion before his brain told him to move. Getting up to a knee on the couch with his other foot on the floor, his fingers flew to his jeans, pulling down his zipper and freeing his eight inch prick from it's confinement. Betty smiled as Darnell pointed his penis at her pink lips, which parted to take him in as he thrust forward. Darnell sighed in pleasure as he felt her silky lips wrap over the head of his cock, then moaned as he pushed forward past the firmness of her teeth and felt her wet tongue working him. He thrust in until he felt his head touching the opening of the girl's throat. His hand came to the back of her small neck as her hand came up to grasp the four inches of his prick that rested outside her mouth. Darnell moaned again as he began pulling out. Betty's lips tightened hard on his penis, tracing every contour of his meat as he pulled from her. Her hand was jerking slowly back and forth as he reversed direction and fed her more of his cock. Betty moaned as she eagerly took it in. As Darnell got into the blow job, pushing his prick in and out of the child's accepting mouth, John got to his knees and positioned the head of his huge prick at the child's wet vaginal opening. Darnell's eyes grew wide as he realized that John intended to fuck her. Betty gave a pained squeal onto Darnell's prick as John's cock head pressed insistently into her. Her lips parted and took him in. Not stopping, John continued forward, inch after inch of his black prick disappearing between the white fold's of the child's cunt. Both men stopped their thrusting cocks to let the child get used to her cunt being spread so far open. When Betty rode through the pain, she began moving her head over the prick in her mouth, moaning, and Darnell and John took that as their cue to continue their double teaming. John began to piston his penis in and out of her. Darnell felt his lust grow seeing her tiny tight cunt milking John's manhood. Betty was panting on Darnell's cock, her body growing more and more flush. Her other hand moved down her body and began frigging at her clit. She was squirming and moaning on the couch between the two black men as they increased the pace of their fucking of her. Darnell's eyes closed in pleasure, his hips swaying side to side as he moved his penis in and out of her warm mouth. His eyes snapped open when Betty screamed onto his cock. What he saw when he opened eyes sent him over the edge. Betty's face was contorted in pleasure. Her body was thrashing on the couch. Darnell realized the seven year old was cumming! His own climax hit hard, and his manhood began to spasm in the child's mouth. He busted his nut, firing volley after volley of his seed into her throat. The feel of the child's tongue directing his seed to her eager throat sent Darnell even higher and he cried out. Betty didn't miss a single drop, swallowing his load with audible gulping sounds. Just as Darnell came down from his orgasm, John's voice cried out as he dumped his own load into the girl's pussy. The feel of his cock spasming in her sent Betty into another climax as she let Darnell's spent tool slip out of her mouth to cry out, "Oh yes, Daddy! I feel it! Give me that nut!" Darnell fell back on the couch as he watched John's pinched face grow more so as he filled the seven year old with his seed. The big black man's body spasmed twice before he fell forward spent. He moved his huge prick slowly in and out of the child as it deflated. Betty was looking up at him in adoration. When John let his prick fall out of her abused cunt, she sat up and climbed to her feet. With John's cum running down her thighs, she quickly left the room. John sat on the couch in the spot Betty had just vacated breathing heavily. His attention turned back to the game, where the Raiders had just pulled ahead by a field goal. Darnell said nothing, panting himself as he looked at the man he worked with. A few moments later, Betty came back into the room carrying a thick cotton towel. She had gone to the bathroom to clean herself up. She went to John and sat beside him on the couch. Her tiny hand went to John's still exposed cock and began jerking him up and down slowly as she turned her attention back to the game. Darnell shook his head and looked at the screen. As he did, he felt the child's small hand wrap around his own cock, stroking him. Despite the climax he had just experienced, he felt his prick coming back to life under the child's attention to it. Soon it was standing proud once more. Darnell rolled on the couch intending on dragging the girl into his lap to experience her tight cunt. "No no, brother." John's voice stopped him. "The first taste is free. you want more, you got to pay to play." "What?" Darnell asked after a stunned moment. "One hundred for another blow job, three hundred to fuck me, and four hundred to fuck my ass." Betty stated. Looking up at John she added with adoration, "Daddy got to get paid!" Darnell was stunned into silence. John was grinning as he said, "Betty paid for my television. I got six other girl's that paid for my house. But if she is to expensive for you, I can call her moms over. For a hundred you can go round the world on her." "Your a pimp?" Darnell asked in amazement. "You got it, player." John replied. "I run all the bitches on this block. Usually I take them out of the hood to get my money, but since you were already here..." Betty had let go of Darnell's prick as she gave him the price list, and Darnell missed the feel of her. "Fuck, man, I aint got three hundred on me." He stated. "No pay, no play." Betty said with regret as she looked down at Darnell's eight inches. "Maybe next time." She added brightly as she turned her full attention back to John, leaning over on the couch to suck his cock back to life. "If Betty doesn't do it for you, I got six other girls like her, from five years old and up." John stated, sighing in pleasure. "And for two grand, you can break in a virgin. She is six, little black haired slut. Sucks like a champ, but aint been fucked yet." Darnell collapsed back on the couch with wide eyes. He was floored at finding out what the quiet man was into. He had stumbled on a world he never knew was here. He also realized that he was going to have to work a ton of overtime in the near future.... The end Copyright 2003, CuPED. ALL Rights Reserved =========================== This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ********************************** Wish to read more texts of this writer? To load archives, pass to a file [0contCuPED.htm] in the same catalogue. Or on my homepage Sergdriver http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sergdriver/www/index.htm There more many fascinating stories of other writers and mine too! *********************************