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The NBA Must Wait
By Arc Light (no address)
***
A potential basketball star learns that, "no he can't
do whatever he wants and get away with it," not when
Mrs. Fisher has any say about it. (MF, nc, bd, sm,
intr, tor, mutilation)
***
Jerome Washington, Six Foot Eight inch center of the
Southern Alabama screaming eagles was just coming off
an unprecedented ten game scoring and rebounding record
season. The arrogant, obnoxious superstar also
considered himself very much the stud on the southern
campus. Alumni, teaching staff and of course the coeds
of the school held him in great regard. He had put the
small school in limelight; and that had put himself in
the spotlight.
The stud had caught the eye of the wife of the ever
successful coach also. Mrs. Fisher was the sultry and
typical southern lady of elegance on the surface. Under
the surface; under the covers Mrs. Fisher was the
hottest woman on the campus. Besides her husband there
were many in the small community that on various
occasions received pleasures from the beautiful blond
vixen.
On this hot summer night her husband was attending one
of the many alumni get together to ask for and receive
generous sums of money to pay for the pampered athletes
under his control. Although many of the alumni did not
appreciate the color of the athletes; the success they
exhibited on the basketball court and the national
attention that success brought the small southern
school made up for their short term displeasure's.
The huge black walked up the door expecting to see his
coach and his weekly "allowance" that he and two other
stars felt they were entitled to. After punching the
doorbell with a short right jab he assumed the stance
of the typical street wise black.
When Mrs. Fisher opened the door it took "Mr. Arrogant"
by surprise. The delightful Mrs. Fisher was attired in
a short white dress which stopped four inches above her
tanned perfect legs. The top of the dress revealed the
beginnings of a white lace bra that barely held her
ample charms. Her proud lips were coated with a fire
engine red lipstick and her tongue seemed to play with
the lips as she asked the cock sure athlete; "Yes."
Jerome, his eyes traveling from top to bottom, and then
back again could barely suppress his pleasure at
seeming such a succulent sight. His dick had already
started to harden as he slurred; "I'm here to get my
weekly allowance from your old man, ma'am."
Janet let her tongue play with the beautiful lips
before asking the arrogant and surly superstar into her
home, "Won't you please come in. My husband is not home
yet but I would be happy to get you something cold; for
this hot summer night."
The black slid in with an easy glide thinking to
himself how perfect the coach's wife looked and how
good she would look on her knees servicing his manhood;
her dark green eyes searching for his ever erect cock.
As Janet walked away his eyes followed each step; a
hardness suddenly overcoming his crotch. The gentle
swaying of her perfect ass, the long legs covered by
white silk hose, the six inch black patent leather
pumps were all having a very intoxicating effect on the
star of the most dominant basketball team in the
southern part of the United States.
The black man settled down in a cushioned easy chair
waiting for the white southern lady to return with his
drink. She walked back into the room, her high heels
making a distinctive knock on the hard tile floors as
she came towards the leisurely lounging black. His eyes
met hers as she handed him the large iced tea glass.
She then turned and settled herself on the sofa facing
the black, letting her long beautiful legs slide apart.
Sipping her iced tea she looked over the glass to the
confident stud facing her with a sneer on his face.
"My husband tells me that you're quite good. Are you as
good as he thinks you are?" asking the question so that
he will give the man an extra degree of confidence.
"There are many who say that I am very good. Course
most of them saying that are the young white coeds on
campus," brags the black man as he leisurely sips his
iced tea. "Maybe you would want to see how good I
really am?" asks the stud.
Janet says nothing but sensuously lets her legs fall
further apart. As he stares at the beautiful legs his
eyes follows the silken thighs up the long legs until
he can see the white wisp of panties at the top of the
silken hose.
Janet notices that there is a definite rise in the hard
cock of her guest. The athlete is only wearing red
sweat pants with nothing underneath and the tempting
sight that she is allowing him to observe is having a
very profound effect on his virile manhood. Janet lets
her legs drift one final time exposing the white
triangle of silk cloth before violently jumping to her
feet and covering the several feet separating the two
catching the black totally off guard.
"Who the hell do you think you are you insolent
nigger!!" shouts the young beauty.
Caught off-guard, and then becoming enraged at the
insult the black starts to get up. Anticipating his
move the housewife uses her leverage and pushes the
athlete back down to the chair.
"What do you think my husband would think if he came
home and seen one of his team spread out in his easy
chair with a ten inch hard on with his wife. I think
what he would think is to throw your black ass off his
team. It would be a shame if you couldn't continue;
there wouldn't be that big chance with the NBA if your
black ass is charged with attempted rape. Attempted
Rape by a nigger of a respectable white woman in
Southern Alabama. Why your black ass would be black
balled forever. You wouldn't be allowed to wash jock
straps. What do you think of that big man?"
Taken totally off guard the black is totally taken
aback; he was not used to being talked to in this
matter, especially by a white bitch like the one
hovering over him. All he could manage was, "I'm sorry
ma'am."
"Sorry isn't good enough black boy. What I think you
need is a little old fashioned punishment" coldly
stated the white housewife.
"Get that sweatshirt off and stand up when I'm talking
to you, you insolent bastard," continued the coach's
wife.
Although Jerome was extremely mad he was smart enough
to know that what the irate housewife was yelling at
him was true. If he was caught alone in the house of
the beautiful white woman his dreams of a NBA contract
would be long gone. Therefore he meekly replied to her
orders shedding the red sweatshirt and standing before
the petite white woman with his bare chest showing and
the tight hard stomach pointing to the extended probe
directly below the drawstring of his sweatpants.
She moved up to him looking his straight in the eyes.
She took her fingers and squeezed his hard breasts
causing tears to come to his eyes. "You like looking at
my legs; at my breasts, don't you black boy?"
Avoiding the white vamp's eyes Jerome mutters, "Yes
Ma'am."
"You would like for me to unbutton my blouse wouldn't
you black boy?"
"How about if I took my skirt off so you can see my
garter and hose. Would you like to see my panties? The
way your mouth is watering I bet you would like to
stick that long tongue between my pussy lips. I bet you
would like to suck on my hard little nipples wouldn't
you black boy?"
The beautiful white women was enjoying humiliating the
dominant black basketball star. Here he was standing
bare-chested in front of her with his nine inch cock
sticking straight out making a tent out of his red
sweatpants.
As the humiliated and frustrated black stood at
attention before the tormenting white beauty she
stepped forward and let her hands drop to his cock. The
petite manicured hands firmly stroked the rock hard
cock as she sneered into his face; knowing he would
not; could not do anything but stand and endure the
pleasure she was giving him.
After what seemed an eternity she turned and sexily
strutted away from Jerome as he looked hungrily after
her. She then abruptly turned and walked back towards
the cowered basketball player and slipped her fingers
into the waistband and dragged the pants to his ankles.
Looking him in the eyes she placed her next demand;
"There is a pair of handcuffs on the desk by the front
door. Go get them. I might let you service me; but I'm
the one that will remain in control."
The huge black started to reach down and pull up his
pants. Before he could stoop over the next order came,
"Don't pull up your pants black boy. You shuffle to the
front door with them around your ankles. It makes you
look like the clown that we both know you are. Now get
your ass in motion or I'll take the belt to your black
ass."
Jerome shuffled to the desk by the front door with his
sweatpants binding against his ankles. Jerome knew he
looked like a complete idiot shuffling to the desk and
then back again, all the while his rock hard nine inch
cock swaying with each step.
He finally completed the journey and humbly handed the
handcuffs to the smirking blonde honeypot.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
The black did as he was told, but not without a great
deal of apprehension. He realized that with each step
he was getting into deeper and deeper trouble. He was
now wishing that he had not came over to the sexy
coach's wife's home; at least not alone.
As she secured the black's hands she bent over and
pulled the extra large dog collar from the night stand
by the easy chair. Before the black could comprehend
what was happening the blonde had put the collar around
his neck. He started to say something but then looked
at his sorry situation. Here he was, standing with his
shirt off; his pants around his ankles; his cock
standing at attention with his hands handcuffed behind
him and a dog collar around his neck. Jerome Washington
was in deep shit and he knew it.
As he silently contemplated his situation the blonde
reached up and attached a chain to the dog collar and
started walking to the formal dining room pulling the
helpless black man along behind her. He could hardly
keep up with his pants binding around his ankles.
Although it was only a short distance he was breathing
hard by the time he was next to the dining room table.
"Mount the table you piece of shit. You give me any lip
from your insolent mouth and I'll break every tooth out
of your miserable mouth" came the direct order from the
temptress.
With great awkwardness Jerome managed to climb on the
dining room table. Once on the table the blonde beauty
pulled the chain towards the floor and attached it to
the leg of the table forcing his face over the side of
the table. His black ass shined in the light as it was
pointing up in a very venerable position.
Mrs. Fisher stood in front of the helpless black and
slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. Sensuously she
let her fingers slide each button out of the button
hole smiling at Jerome as each one slipped out of its
constricting holder.
As she finally reached the last button hole that wasn't
tucked into the tight skirt she pulled the blouse apart
showing the lacy bra. She let her hands dance over the
tight bra rubbing her tight hard nipples between the
fingers. Closing her eyes as she manipulated her
nipples she let the pleasure engulf her tight body as
she rocked back and forth with each wave of pleasure.
The self manipulation was having an equally telling
effect on poor Jerome as he stared at the beautiful
sight standing but feet away from him. Straining his
neck so that his eyes could take in all the beauty
unfolding before him he felt the rock hard manhood
tighten even more.
"Do you want me to take off my skirt?" questioned the
young woman.
"Oh god, please. You are so beautiful. I'm going to
come just watching you. Please take your skirt off. I
have to see your lovehole," moaned the agonizing bound
black.
Laughing at the helpless creature before her Janet
pulled the blouse from the constricting skirt. Gently
swaying with her own emotions she seductively pulled
the tight skirt over her firm hips, leaving the black
to stare at her garter belt, hose and lacy underwear.
Letting his tongue slip from his mouth he tried to
scoot forward so that he could taste the honey pot only
inches away. Her tight hard stomach, her beautiful love
box, her long tanned legs encased in silk was something
that Jerome was having a hard time controlling.
Janet stepped out of the skirt and leaving the blouse
on walked to the other end of the table. Straining to
follow her with his eyes Jerome failed as he couldn't
turn his head.
In an instance he again felt the soft touch of the
dancing fingers as she softly took his manhood again in
her hands. She gently stroked the long hard cock and
the pleasure that it was sending to Jerome's over
heated and taxed mind was beyond his wildest dream.
"Tell me about your last bus trip home Jerome. I heard
that you had quite a ride" questioned the blonde
housewife and she continued to stroke his nine inch
cock from the base to the tip.
Unable to focus his overheated mind the memory of the
bus trip slowly came back to him. It was a very
enjoyable trip as he had enjoyed the tight pussy of a
virgin cheerleader in the back of the bus while his
teammates watched with envy.
"Tell me about your last trip Jerome. You're not too
modest are you. I heard that you were quite the stud"
probed the coach's wife.
"We made the white boys on the team ride back on the
equipment bus. There was the rest of us; nine brothers
with a brother driving the bus. One of the cheerleaders
had come to congratulate me on the game and the bus
started back before she could get off. I took her to
the back of the bus; told her it would be more quiet
back there." Jerome stated.
Janet's hardened her grip as she continued to stroke
his rock hard cock. "Don't be modest. Did she want to
go to the back with you?" Janet continued to question.
"No. She was very scared. She was alone among us
brothers. She was very scared and wanted to get back to
her bus but it had already started back to the campus.
One of the brothers had a quart of Jack Daniels and was
pouring her triple shots with coke to calm her down,"
Jerome continued.
"Did you kiss her? Did you stroke her breasts? Did you
play with her pussy? Come on Jerome, you can tell me"
Janet asked.
"After she had drank two or three drinks she was
getting very tipsy. She could hardly keep her eyes
open. I started to kiss her on the lips but she
struggled; she didn't want me to kiss her. She kept
trying to slide away from me but there was no where to
go. I had my arm around her and was playing with her
nipple through her blue cheerleader's vest.
"She was getting more and more scared as I French
kissed her. She didn't like me putting my tongue into
her mouth. She didn't like my fingers pinching her
nipples but I didn't care. I was going to fuck her and
there was nothing she could do about it. The brothers
thought it funny the way she struggled to get away from
me. All of them was gathered around looking at me play
with her. They liked it as much as I did."
Jerome was getting very aroused telling the white woman
about his conquest; and by the fact that Janet's magic
fingers were having a very decided effect on his cock.
Janet's other hand was stroking and squeezing the golf
ball size nuts of the star while the other was rapidly
stroking the length of the rock hard cock.
"Tell me about Jennifer's pussy, Stud?"
Unable to think, but still wanting to impress the woman
with his dick in her hands Jerome continued; "I was
getting more and more aroused as she struggled against
me. She kept trying to turn her head away and I was
getting mad at the bitch. I unbuttoned her vest against
her will. She tried to stop my hands; she tried to pull
them away but I was too strong. When I got her vest
unbuttoned I pulled her bra down and viciously pinched
her nipples. It brought tears to her eyes but all the
brothers were really eating it up. I told her to kiss
me or I would twist her nipples off.
Although she didn't want to she turned her face towards
me and I stuck my tongue in her mouth. She stopped
trying to resist but I could tell she still didn't want
me to kiss her. After several minutes she started
swaying against me; I think she was getting aroused.
After several more minutes I reached down and rubbed my
hand along her leg. She tried to grab me hand but I
wouldn't let her.
I started rubbing my hand against her blue cheerleader
panties. She didn't like it but there wasn't anything
she could do. I was too strong for her."
Jerome was trying to concentrate on his story of
conquest but Janet's petite hand was bringing him
rapidly towards his needed release.
"Don't stop now stud. It sounds like its getting
interesting. Did you like stroking her pussy. What was
Jennifer's pussy like?" Janet asked.
Jerome was a little disturbed that Mrs. Janet Fisher
knew his victim's name but the braggart in him wanted
to continue. He wanted to tell this white bitch how he
stuck it in poor Jennifer's virgin cunt.
"As I was sucking on her tongue I let my hand stroke
the inside of her thighs. She tried to keep them tight
but I was persistent. I was stronger; and she was
drunker. Besides I could tell her resistance was
weakening. Eventually her thighs drifted apart. When I
felt her surrender I slipped my finger in her panties
and started stroking her pussy lips.
"She kept saying no; that I should stop. Jerome wasn't
about to stop when I could feel that tight pussy. After
a short time I inserted my finger into her canal.
That's when I discovered that this little brunette
bitch was still a virgin. Once I found her little hymen
intact there was no way that bitch wasn't going to get
my black dick. She was squirming; trying to get away
from me but I stuck my tongue down her throat and my
finger up her cunt."
"After a long time she was too tired to struggle any
more and I pulled her blue panties down her legs. I
pulled them over her tennis shoes while she was moaning
that she wanted me to stop. I laughed in the bitch's
face. Her pussy was going to get my black dick and
there was nothing she could do to stop it. All the
brothers were egging me on; telling me to stick the
bitch. As I climbed over her she tried to force herself
into the seat. I used my knees to pry her legs apart
and she started screaming for me to stop. As I put the
end of my cock into the opening of her precious pussy
she was begging me to stop.
"I enjoyed being in control of the bitch; I inched my
cock into her a little at a time. She was sobbing and
crying and I stopped when my cock rubbed up against her
precious hymen. I just let it rub against the precious
barrier while she tried to pull away from me. The more
she pulled away the more I put pressure on. After what
seemed an eternity for me she started swaying her hips
and sucking my tongue. I knew I had the bitch when she
started enjoying my love muscle.
"At that moment I buried my dick to the hilt and she
screamed like she had just been stabbed. The warm blood
coating my dick sent me in orbit. I looked down and her
blood was running out her cunt and I thrust like I was
driving a pile hammer. On every movement that my dick
struck her cervix she screamed. I fucked that bitch for
over twenty minutes as my bro's shouted at the bitch to
fuck me. They weren't very kind in their remarks; the
bitch was trying.
"After long last I let the bitch have my come. It
exploded in her cunt and she was soaked by discharge.
She kept fucking me long after I was spent; kept
begging me to make her cum. I laughed at the bitch. I
got mine. She struggled to throw her hips to capture my
cock; wrapped her legs around me; but when I'm done I'm
done. As I pulled out the blood and cum flowed from her
ravaged cunt," bragged Jerome; conqueror of virgins.
"What happened next Black Boy?" mocked the coach's
white wife.
"When I pulled out I looked at the other bro's. As soon
as I stepped away another brother climbed on the
bucking bitch. After he had shot his load the next in
line fucked her. By the end of the trip all nine of the
players and the bro driving the bus had fucked the
bitch silly. After each got off they made her drink
some more whiskey to keep her drunk," Jerome continued
to brag.
Janet continued the long hard strokes on his dick; and
massaged the massive cum filled balls with her left
hand. She knew that he thought he was something with
the way he was bragging about the ravishing of the
young and innocent virgin. What Janet knew and the
black braggart didn't was going to change his whole
life very shortly.
"You are almost there, please go on. I want you to tell
me how you and the blacks on the team shoved it to the
white virgin. Tell me more Jerome, you big stud,"
coaxed Janet.
"After the last one fucked the little cheerleader we
all started over. I don't remember how many fucked the
little bitch twice; I do know that the cum was
literally flowing from her cunt by the time we got back
to the campus. I told the bitch I was keeping her blue
cheerleader panties so I could remember her cherry by.
What the snotty bitch didn't know was that the bro's
video taped her entire cherry breaking. She was so
drunk and tired she didn't even know why the lights
were always so bright," continued Jerome as he rushed
forward in his orgasm.
Janet again questioned the arrogant bastard, "What
happen when you got back at campus?"
"That was the best part of the trip. We let her leave
the bus first. She got out the same time that the
equipment bus with the white boys got there. They just
stood there looking at the cheerleader stumbling out of
the bus. Her make up was all smeared and the cum and
cherry blood was streaked and running down her legs.
She could barely stand and as she was trying to walk
away I called for her to stop and come to me. She was
totally humiliated but she came back to the door of the
bus. I told her that I wanted her blue bra to go with
her panties in from of the white boys on the team.
Although she protested and begged to not have to give
it to me I told her she didn't have any options. I made
her take off her blue cheerleading vest and take her
bra off in front of the white boys and the bros still
on the bus. The domination was complete; the
degradation was complete. The bitch was mine forever,"
continued the black son of a bitch.
As he finished his story Janet stuck her tongue up his
ass and gripped his huge black dick with both hands;
the pent up cum shot out the end of the massive black
club. Janet had put a dish under his dick and the dish
caught most of the man cum as it squirted almost
forever in the dish. Jerome's pleasure was complete;
his orgasm had shuttered throughout his entire body. He
couldn't stop trembling. The man-juice continued to
shoot from his black cock.
He had never experienced a tongue up his ass;
especially by such a beautiful woman as the coach's
wife. The pleasure was such that his mind couldn't
comprehend his good luck, or at least what he thought
was his good luck. What he still realized was that he
was naked except for the sweatpants around his ankles
and that his neck was still tied to the leg of the
table.
As his eyes again refocused he looked up. Although he
could not raise his eyes his eyes focused on a pair of
black leather knee high boots; black hose extending
upward to a thigh high black leather skirt. His dog
collar would not allow his eyes to get above the bottom
of the leather skirt.
As he tried to look up Janet grabbed him by his now
limp cock and pulled him over the edge of the table. He
struggled to regain his breath as the dog collar and
chair nearly strangled him as he fell over the edge of
the table. He rapidly scooted back against the table
leg to relieve the pressure on his neck. From his prone
position he looked up. The startled expression on his
face amused the leather clad vixen. The petite brunette
decked out in a complete leather sneered down at the
prone struggling black.
Jerome's face turned to a mask of fear as he realized
that the beautiful leather-clad vixen standing above
him was the petite cheerleader that he had just spoken
about. He looked at the two women towering above him
and attempted to regain control of the situation.
Unfortunately for the star basketball player his hands
were still shackled; his legs were effectively bound
and he was still attached to the table leg by the chain
and dog collar.
"Spread your legs you black piece of shit" came the
short and curt command from Brenda, the leather clad
cheerleader.
Wanting to become insolent; but knowing that he was in
a very uncommanding position he pulled his legs apart.
Although his ankles were still attached he did manage
to spread his long legs. Kneeling down the brunette
produced a large bowie knife. The sharp knife slit
through the red sweatpants like they were butter. The
terror in Jerome's eyes said it all. He was at the
mercy of the two beautiful white women; and they had
complete control.
When she stood again the same command was uttered;
"Spread your legs."
Trembling, he slid his legs apart. As he did she
stepped between them forcing them further apart by the
sharp toed leather boots. The muscles in his legs ached
as his legs were forced apart at an extreme angle. As
he kept his eyes focused on the vixen standing between
his naked thighs Janet walked around his backside.
In the next moment she emptied the dish with his white
sticky cum over his bald head. As the gooey liquid
dripped down his face the two women laughed at the
ludicrous site. As Jerome started contemplating his
situation Brenda drove the toe of her boot deep between
his legs. The pain was instantaneous and massive. He
started to look up again and she kicked him again. He
tried to move but couldn't. The third kick was even
more vicious and drove his nuts deep into his being. At
that point he passed out.
He awoke as a bucket of cold water was thrown in his
face. He tried to orient himself; it was difficult. He
was hanging by his feet; his feet separated by a five
foot long steel bar. He was completely naked and the
floor was mud and dirt. It appeared that he was in the
basement of some older home. Trying to regain his sense
of equilibrium his eyes finally caught sight of the
black leather boots as they made their way across the
dirt floor.
"My boots are dirty. Clean them black boy" Brenda
stated as she raised her legs so that the boots would
be level with Jerome's face.
Having no alternative he stuck his tongue out and
started cleaning the boots. She turned and walked away;
the back of her black nylons and tight black leather
skirt causing a slight hardening of his long black
cock.
When Brenda reached the door to Jerome's make shift
dungeon Janet appeared in red leather hot pants and a
white blouse opened to the middle of her beautiful
tight stomach. She wore no bra and she and Brenda
embraced in a deep French kiss; each tongue dueling
with the other.
They held each other tight and explored each other's
tight and succulent bodies. As they rubbed against each
other Janet grabbed Brenda, the smaller of the two
beautiful women and pulled her tight against the
inseparable bodies. They continued to tongue each other
while using their hands to excite each other.
All Jerome could do was observe. His inverted position
caused the blood to run to his head and he was feeling
faint. After an eternity both woman looked over at the
suspended black athlete and smiled. His large cock had
started to harden and they walked to where he was tied
to the steel bar. Janet went around the back of him
while Brenda walked up to where he was straining to see
the Lesbian love scene.
Jerome's head was at the same level as Brenda's fiery
cunt. All that separated the two was the leather skirt.
When Brenda was directly in front of him she coyly
asked, "Would you like to suck my Pussy Black Boy?"
Jerome, fighting to remain conscious, merely shook his
head.
Brenda, ever so slowly tugged the tight black leather
skirt up. Jerome's eyes became very focused and he
anxiously awaited the beautiful sight that was nearing
his sight of vision. As the black leather crept up the
succulent legs the partially shaved pussy lips came
into view. They were even more delightful than Jerome
remembered them in his memory bank the night that he
raped the then innocent young white woman.
When Brenda had pulled the skirt high enough for the
black to begin his tongue bath she stepped forward and
instantly the black's tongue darted forward to taste
the delicacy awaiting it. The fragrance was fresh and
the dew tasted like honey. The black eagerly sucked on
the tender young pussy lips.
Behind the licking black Janet had taken a small dildo
from the back pocket of her red leather hot pants and
slowly inserted the tip into the asshole of the hanging
arrogant black man. Jerome was startled at first but
slowly the gentle insertion brought an unknown pleasure
to the big man on campus.
What Jerome could not see was the xacto knife that
Brenda had hidden in her bra. She took the razor sharp
knife from its sheath and handed the deadly hobby knife
to her lover, the vivacious Janet Fisher, wife of the
most winning coach in the South. After handing the
knife to her lover she grabbed the long black shaft
that was at her eye level and slowly stroked the
massive weapon that took her maidenhood. As the large
club became hard she put the tip between her pert and
proud lips and sensuously kissed the massive organ.
The sensation was almost more than the hanging black
could stand. His head throbbed from the invert position
and the sensations of his cock being stroked, kissed
and sucked along with the whirring dildo in his ass was
bringing the heretofore insolent black to a near
orgasm. As the pleasure increased he sucked harder on
the moistening pussy lips and the rock hard clit
guarding the precious passageway.
As the organ became blood engorged Brenda retrieved the
xacto Knife and rubbed the sharpened tip along the hard
cock. Jerome could not identify the pleasurable
sensation at first; the upright position had caused him
untold anguish.
Brenda continued to rub the razor sharp knife along the
shaft. The sharp tip was breaking the outer layer of
skin and a thin line of blood flowed from the small and
thin cut. Once she had traveled the entire length of
the nine inch cock she started back at the base and
continued to drag the knife the entire distance letting
it slide over the thick layer of skin before preceding
to the tip. The tip was far smoother and Jerome started
screaming in agony as the blade cut small incisions
into the sensitive head of the massive man weapon.
As Jerome continued to scream Brenda stepped closer so
that her cunt could muffle the screams of agony while
she continued her task of filiating the cock of the man
who had taken her womanhood.
Her accomplice; the sensuous Mrs. Janet Fisher had
replaced the small pleasure giving dildo with a massive
dildo with sharp steel studs on it. She did not slowly
insert the larger dildo but drove it home in one quick
sharp movement.
Jerome had never felt such pain. Jerome was never
before in the position of being on the receiving end of
such treatment. The agony continued until the blood was
streaming down the chest of the severely wounded man.
At this point the blade was being inserted about one
eighth of an inch; the agony unbearable.
On the moment that Jerome lost consciousness Brenda
reached her orgasm from the screaming and biting
prisoner of her revenge.
Stepping backwards Brenda collapsed in the dirt and mud
and fell backward into the muck. Her legs had grown
weary from the orgasm and the tautness while she
completed her revenge; and was rewarded by the orgasm
that she so desperately sought.
Mrs. Janet Fisher looked over the crushed testicles of
their victim at the beautiful brunette laying in the
dirt and the mud in front of the swaying black man; or
at least what used to be a man.
Janet was aroused at the petite brunette dressed in
black leather. The skirt pulled up to her waist
exposing the neatly shaved pussy framed by dark hose
and garter belt. The black leather boots pulled up
nearly to her breasts.
The night was young; and so was Brenda.
Jerome was found outside the team's dorm the next
morning. He dropped out of school and was never seen
again around the classic Southern Campus.
Mrs. Janet Fisher still has season tickets. She is
partial to the cheerleaders.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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