TITLE    : The Hard Sciences Pt. 02
STORYID  : the-hard-sciences-pt-02
SUMMARY  : Byron takes his hypothesis to a whole new level.
AUTHOR   : TheRealOnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2024-03-19
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |interracial|bbc|teen|age difference|cheating|threesome|black breeding|white woman|black man|public|


All parties portrayed and to be portrayed in this story arc are above 18.

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-There Has to be a Morning After-

I have to admit, I slept surprisingly well though I didn't think I was going to be able. My mind normally races at the thought of new objects of my fascination, unable to let them go until I've had the chance to thoroughly research and go over them. Yesterday had been huge for me, two girls in one day with implications grander than I could possibly imagine, and yet, there I had slept, as gentle as a newborn baby. Maybe I had just needed to get laid all along. The post sex chemical release your brain gives you includes norepinephrine, serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin, nitric oxide, and the hormone prolactin... all of which are great for getting a little extra rest in. But I was up now, and my brain was back in action, deciding on who I should run my hypothesis on next. I threw on my favorite, though recently somewhat cliched, dark grey t-shirt of a caffeine molecule, some jeans, and my black and white sneakers, grabbing my bag and heading downstairs where my mom was half expecting me in the kitchen.

"Morning, Byron baby." she said to me, her voice still somewhat tired, as she worked far too much.

"Morning, mom. How was work last night?" I said, grabbing a couple of waffles and throwing them in the toaster.

"Not bad, not bad... but I got an email I need to talk to you about." she said, her sigh exasperated, "You got a detention for fighting?"

Of course I should have expected this. To be portrayed as some sort of monster for simply trying to protect myself. Modern school policy was written by cowards and fools.

"Mom, it wasn't like that, I swear. It's just... I was..." I started, but slowed myself down, the story quickly coming back into my head and all the moments that followed.

"Those boys picking on you again?" she said, something she must have said to me more times than I can count at this point.

"Yeah, but, it's okay, I think I made my point this time." I said, not wanting to explain how much that particular "point" had sucked my dick, "I won't let it happen again."

"I hope you don't... I can't keep worrying about you being out there like that, By." she said, clearly tired of always having to think of me as weak and predated upon.

"I know mom, I'm sorry to have worried you... sincerely." I said, and those words were deep and true, because I was done being the victim anymore, it was time to strike back.

I smothered my waffles in butter, peanut butter, and grape jelly. Unhealthy, yeah. But I was also starving, I hadn't expelled that much energy in quite some time. Not since my more carefree days running around the playground, and before I ended up being run OFF the playground. My bus ride to school was one of quiet observation, reviewing the girls on the bus for who might be a viable candidate to test my "mojo" on. I hadn't come up with a proper project name for it yet, so for now, I was calling it the "Powers" theory, after the most absurdly proficient, yet surprisingly uncouth ladies man out there... Austin Powers. There were a few prospects who I made mental note of, typing their names into my phone's notepad, but otherwise not ogling or staring. I didn't want to come off as completely creepy either on the chance that I might have been wrong about everything. I was also not going to make any sort of move until I knew what the potential repercussions were from sleeping with Trish last night. Donnie might have found out, and all the hypothesis in the world wouldn't matter if I was dead.

"Morning, Mr. Blake." the assistant principal Mr. Pugg said as I came through the front doors, "No more trouble today, okay?"

No promises.

"I promise." I said, giving him a smile.

He knew me as an honor student, a science fair winner and a bit of a sheepish loser, and yet, while he also knew I was always being picked on, somehow he felt I was some sort of problem child. Again, I can't stress enough how much I hate school policy, and as an enforcer of it HIM, by extension. I went to my locker, though I didn't need to, fishing around and waiting for the inevitable interaction. He lumbered in, as always, a dopey look on his face, his bag hanging over one shoulder. Donnie Dane, the bane of my existence, and now... my cuckolded little bitch. I couldn't help but turn and look as he stepped up to his own locker, something which didn't take him long to notice.

"What, you didn't learn your lesson yesterday? Look somewhere else." he said, his face smug and arrogant.

Boy, I wish I could have wiped that look right off his face... if only he knew. Then came Trisha, who he turned to and gave a kiss on the lips, another morning ritual... again, if only he knew. Donnie went back to digging through the trash heap that was his locker, while Trish turned and looked directly at me, not speaking, just smiling in a sultry sort of way and waving with a wiggle of her fingers. Good, last night HAD INDEED happened, and I wasn't just crazy. I gave her a wink and a small blown kiss, and watched as she practically melted, biting her lower lip as she smiled at me. The whole transaction ended in a matter of seconds, Donnie turning and throwing an arm over her shoulder, the two heading off to their first class together. My dick was getting hard all over again just looking at her, so I caught a few deep breaths and started on my way, thankful that I had gotten away with everything... for now. It was time to move on to the next phase of my plan.

-Saved by the Bell-

You might be shocked at how hard it is to consider who you might try and seduce when presented with so many options. I'm talking dozens of tight toned teens, perfectly pale pallors, and big beautiful breasts... hell, I'd settle for small ones too. I wasn't picky. I considered Linh Lee, the honor student and track star... she was a beautiful blend of Vietnamese and American, who's legs also drove me wild... she would be a good candidate. There was Meredith Hopper, the energetic budding director of the school drama production with her silky straight brown hair and supple breasts. There was also Jeannie Houseman, mousy but sexy with her big green expressive eyes and detached demeanor. I felt like a kid in a candy store, except well... candy you can eat in front of anyone. Getting one of them alone, or even willing to give me the time of day... that was a different story. I wanted to fuck all three of them, and as many other girls as I could, but I would have to wait until the time was right.

"Hey Jeannie, I..." I started, as she walked past my desk, but she didn't even look at me.

Maybe I was wrong about all of this.

"Good morning, class." Ms. Pinchin said, closing the hall door and stepping in, her attire slightly different today.

She was still nearly the same, but her sandals were now more like flip flops, which I fucking loved. I can't help what I like, and I like women's feet. That aside, she was wearing a little makeup today, just some eye liner, but it gave her a sexy edge. She was also wearing painters overalls, which aren't very sexy, but the tight black t-shirt she had on WAS. I know I wasn't the only one to notice. She proctored class as always, leaning in and talking quietly to different students as they worked on their art projects, giving them constructive criticisms or compliments, finally approaching me as I sketched a poorly drawn bowl of fruit (art is not my strong suit).

"And what are we working on?" she said, leaning in next to me like she had to so many others, but quietly whispering in my ear, "I haven't stopped thinking about yesterday... it was SO fucking good."

I practically jumped in my seat, her hot breath sending tingles throughout my entire body.

"You're going to have to promise to let me suck that BIG... FAT... DICK of yours next time..." she continued quietly, her tongue practically in my ear now, my whole body on edge and starting to squirm, "Or... you could just put it in my wet little pussy..." she finished, this time lightly nibbling my ear lobe.

I lost all control at this point, pushing away from my desk and standing, my jeans only barely containing my erection, which I covered with my hands as best I could and stammered the first thing that came to mind.

"Can, can I go to the bathroom..!?" I said urgently, my body rigid and now incredibly pent up.

"Of course, Byron." she said nonchalantly, as if she hadn't just asked me to fuck her.

I felt the urge creeping up again, and it was coming on hard. I needed to masturbate, or at least, ejaculate. It's like my body just couldn't handle the semen inside me as it reached a boiling point. I rushed out, a few chuckles following me as I did, the usual suspects laughing at my awkwardness as always, still calling me "Baby Byron" as I had once had my pants sprayed with water to make it look like I wet myself. That was freshman year, day one. What a fucking fiasco. I knew I couldn't use the bathroom nearby, as it was frequented this time of day... the math hating students nearby often using it as a refuge away from personal development. So, instead I decided to cut down the further stairwell and use the boys room by the gym, which should be empty right now. As it turns out, the stairwell wasn't empty. Sitting together at the bottom steps and sharing a forbidden cigarette, were Nikki and Danielle, the inseparable duo of troublemakers who were reported to deal in a few pills and their ability to score liquor for parties. They turned to look up at me with a sort of annoyance as I came down.

"Hey, what's the rush?" Nikki said, blowing out a puff of smoke, clearly intending to rib me for whatever that might be.

"What'd you piss yourself?" Danielle added in with a laugh, noting my hands covering my crotch.

"No, it's not... can you just... can you move..?" I said, a small grimace on my face.

"Oh ho ho... or what?" Danielle tossed back, her look smug and defiant.

I was about to answer when it all took over again, that same detached feeling of flat, emotionless power. I could feel my face turning from nervous and overwhelmed to a more stern look of annoyance.

"Or you can handle this yourself." I said, my eyes on hers, turning slowly to take in Nikki as well.

Nikki was only about 5'3, with dark brown hair and eyes, her complexion slightly pink, her nails painted a deep blue. She was wearing a ratty looking black t-shirt and ripped jeans, her sneaker clad feet turned slightly inwards, a cigarette hanging from between her fingers. Danielle was much taller, almost 6ft tall, her thick but short hair bleached blonde, wearing a fuzzy looking tan hoodie and equally torn up jeans, a pair of chains hanging from belt loops on either side and draping back around her hips. For people who were supposed to not care about anything, they certainly put a lot of effort into looking a certain way every day.

"Handle what..? Is that some sort of threat?" Nikki chimed in now, her look one of confused annoyance.

"Handle this FAT fucking COCK." I said, stepping down a few more steps, both of them looking at me with a look of surprise.

Their eyes drifted down to the now exposed outline of my dick pressed hard through my jeans, both of them clearly taken back slightly by it, Nikki's eyes coming back up, while Danielle's stayed down.

"Oh, uh, sure... okay." Nikki said, glancing down again nervously, but looking back up, her eyes hungry and excited.

I didn't question it, I just decided to go all in, taking a couple more steps before taking a seat between them, deciding to let them do all the work this time... see how far it would go. Nikki scooted in closer, moving up a step and leaning in to kiss me, the smoke on her breath pretty obnoxious, but I wasn't going to turn her down. She reached down, starting to undo my pants, Danielle moving in between my legs and pulling down my zipper before reaching down inside and gasping as she fished my fat black dick up and out, Nikki pausing our impromptu make out session to also let out a gasp of surprise. I wasn't going to say a word. No more guidance, no more instigating, it was time to see what would happen. Nikki then reached in, her small white hand cupping and pulling my balls out, the two of them moving to settle in front of me on their knees, each of them shooting me a playfully seductive look before leaning in and going to town.

"Oh... fuckkkkkkkk..." I couldn't help but moan out, Danielle sucking and jerking my shaft in slow and sloppy slurps, Nikki leaning in and tonguing and sucking my balls, her hand helping Danielle up above.

I know I said there's nothing like the feeling of a girl sucking your dick while you're cumming, but having your dick sucked by more than one girl at the same time..? That's right up there. I sat back, looking up at the stair bottoms above me, listening to every slurp and moan coming out of their mouths, feeling as Nikki moved up, the two of them now working the head of my cock together as their tongues mingled, and I sighed in contentment. I reached down and put a firm black hand on each of their heads, feeling the soft spring of their hair, the movement as they bobbed and sucked, and I realized how quickly life had turned around for me. Don't get me wrong, I was on track for honor society, college scholarships and my pick of any number of prestigious universities... but I would have traded all of that a week ago for just this sort of thing. Except now, I got to have both.

"God, I'm so fucking wet right now..." Danielle said after a few minutes, taking a short pause, her soft pink lips slick with spit that trailed to my dark brown dick.

"Fucking same..." Nikki chimed in, both of them clearly letting me know what they wanted.

I sat up, my look one of casual disinterest, though I was definitely down. I looked back and forth to their eager faces and picked Nikki.

"Pants down, bend over." I said, standing up, watching as Danielle put on a dejected pout, Nikki standing up immediately and turning around undoing her jeans and starting to lower them.

I couldn't wait, and I wasn't going to. She had barely gotten them around her thighs when I grabbed her hips, pulling her back and shoving her torso forward, her bare ass and pussy now firmly mine to enjoy. I squared myself up, pressing the spit slick head of my cock directly into the soft folds of her very accurately described wet pussy, and pushed in hard. Much like Trish, her body wasn't ready for a man like me, and she cried out slightly in pain, Danielle circling around to help ease her struggle, kneeling down to face level with her, before the both of them started kissing. I heard her moan out in pain again as it finally sunk all the way in, her pussy firm and tight around my dick. Once again, not a condom in sight and no one seemed to care, least of all me. I started in with firm deep strokes, making sure to drive it hard, the wet sound of our flesh colliding, my balls slapping against her thighs. The pair had to part mouths, as the impact was too much, both in terms of driving her face forward and her inability to keep from letting out hushed moans of pleasure. I decided I couldn't simply let Danielle go to waste, so I snapped my fingers to get her attention, and simply said:

"Tits, now."

What more did I need to say? She peeled her hoodie off, her shirt coming with it, and undid her bra. Her pale breasts showing the outline from where it had been snugly holding her all in. I reached out, my black fingers pinching her thick pink nipple giving it a nice squeeze and a tug, watching as she embraced the pleasure and pain. I hooked her around the waste and pulled her in, wrapping my lips around it next, sucking hungrily as I fucked her best friend into oblivion.

"Please... please... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..." Nikki moaned, her body still bouncing hard against mine.

"So? Do it." I said, letting Danielle's nipple free for a moment, planning to work the other one next.

"Will you... are you going to cum in me?" she managed quickly.

She didn't have to "sort of" ask me twice, I simply felt a smug look wash across my face, and I gently moved Danielle away, instead, putting a hand on her shoulder and moving her down to her knees, her face right next to her friends bouncing ass, her eyes locked on mine eagerly. Nikki clapped both hands over her mouth as she climaxed, her whole body shaking and bucking as she did, jets of hot sperm unloading directly into her completely raw and unprotected pussy. I was feeling generous, so between pulses, I managed to pull out, grabbing Danielle by the head and jamming my very sloppy dick directly into her open waiting mouth, cumming as I did. I practically plunged the load down her throat, shoving hard, pumping and thrashing. If she had any objections to tasting her friends pussy all over my cock, she certainly didn't have the opportunity to express them, instead, I just got moans of satisfaction.

"Holy fucking shit... how did you... that was fucking amazing." Nikki said, catching her breath, Danielle slowing down from a frenzy to a slow and appreciative suck.

"Damn right." I said, feeling particularly cocky.

That feeling turned into one of near panic as the bell rang, letting us all know that class had let out. Not only had I just skipped the rest of art, but I was standing here with two girls, one leaking my seed, the other swallowing the rest. Now, as epic as it might sound to be caught in such a position, I wasn't about to give up the game, so I quickly pulled out of Danielle's mouth, and tucked myself away, buttoning, zipping, and turning to head back upstairs for my stuff.

"Wait, are you just... you're just leaving?" Nikki said, hiking her own pants up, the knowledge that my load was going to be trapped in there soaking into her panties making me want to fuck her all over again.

"Yup. Catch you two on the flip-side." I said, starting on my way up.

"Do you want to hang out later!?" Danielle called up after me, but I didn't respond.

I would definitely be seeing them both again, particularly as I hadn't gotten the chance to properly fuck Danielle, and I wanted to my body count to be so high I could brag about it.

-Fast Times-

I dashed as quick as my wheezy, under-muscled body would carry me, swinging back into Ms. Pinchin's art room to grab my bag, finding her sitting on her desk with my bag parked next to her, a devilish grin on her face.

"I knew you'd be back for this..." she said, lifting it and holding it out with one hand.

I moved to take it, and she pulled it away, giggling slightly.

"I hope you didn't run off because of me." she said, putting on a fake pout.

"Well, I, uh... sorta, I guess..." I said, my eyes looking down in what would have been shame had I not gotten a nice juicy eyeful of her bare feet only just barely covered by the thong of her sandals, my spine growing back, "But only because if I stayed, I would have ended up fucking you right here in front of everyone.

"Mmmm... tempting, but I guess you're right, that would have been a little hard to explain." she said, smiling, "Why don't you take this instead." she finished, taking a slip of paper out and jotting her cell phone number down on it, sticking it in the front pocket of my backpack before handing it back over to me, "Call me, we can meet up out in the real world sometime."

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I said, taking a shot at guessing who it had been in her Meta picture.

"Fiance." she corrected, rolling her eyes, seemingly in annoyance, before turning them back to me, a coy smile breaking on her face, "But as far as you're concerned, I'm single... and willing."

"I'll keep that in mind, Ms. Pinchin." I said, throwing my bag over my shoulder and turning towards the door.

"Call me Cheri." she said, sliding off her desk as she watched me go, a small lump of disappointment welling up her in chest as I did... she had only taken one load, but was already hopelessly hooked.
<hr pg="2" />-Homework-

I may have been a total dork, and in most instances a social pariah, but I wasn't a leper. One of my closest real life friends was an equally nerdy, tragically short, blonde kid with a bowl cut named Brendon. While I was loving every second of what was happening, all the fucking, sucking, tits and toes... I was also pretty overwhelmed. It was like metamorphosizing from a simple caterpillar into Mothra in the span of a a couple days. I had to share this with someone, had to brag, had to tell him about my future plans and hopefully, get his perspective on the entire thing. I searched him out at lunch, spotting Trish with Donnie, watching as she winked seductively at me, then seeing Nikki and Danielle sitting by their usual window ledge by the vending area, both of them going wide eyed and trying to wave me over eagerly, though I ignored it for now. Brendon wasn't too hard to find, I just looked for a table that didn't seem to have many people at it, and there he was, alone as usual.

"Brendon, oh thank god, I was really hoping you were here today." I said, quickly taking a seat.

"Woah, easy there, I know I'm irresistible, but I try and save that for the ladies." he said jokingly, practically guffawing at his own humor.

"Brendon, we have a condition level critical issue to discuss... I'm talking nuclear. Are you doing anything after school today?" I said, practically gushing the words out, a sense of relief washing over me.

"No, I'm free... you want to just meet up at the Brend-cave?" he said unironically, a firm reminder why the two of us had been chiefly alone following our formative years.

Despite the absurdity of it, the answer was categorically yes. There isn't much to say about the rest of the school day, except to note that I was sizing up every girl I saw, thinking about how much fun it would be fucking them, either alone, or in my grander fantasies, in groups... I can't begin to tell you how much fun it would be to have the entire girls volleyball team naked and on their knees in front of me, mouths open and eager for my recently awoken style of lovin'. Anyway, I ended up a Brendon's house later that evening, not sure how to begin, but eager to tell him. No matter how alone you feel in the world, it's always good to know you have your best friend by your side.

"Bullshit." Brendon said, giving me a look of haughty derision, "Seriously bro, it sounds like you've gone from hopeless to hopelessly delusional."

"Dude, it's true... I can't believe you aren't believing ANY of this." I said, throwing my hands up.

"You want me to believe that YOU, completely out of the blue, jizzed on Ms. Pinchin, fucked Trisha Raymond THEN ran off and fucked Nikki Pierce after getting a double blowjob from her and Danielle Klein?" he said, sighing and then laughing, "You know, it's funny, the same thing JUST happened to ME TOO."

"Brendon, why would I fucking lie about it?" I said, getting annoyed now, wanting to slap that swishy blonde hair helmet right off his tiny little dome.

"Do you have any proof?" he said, giving me a mocking wide eyed stare.

"Proof like what, sworn affidavits? It's not like I filmed this shit, I was a little busy having my FUCKING mind blown... amongst other things." I added, annoyed, but never too annoyed to enjoy the memories, but then it struck me, I DID have something, "Here, check it."

I said, and pulled Cheri's number out from my backpack to show him.

"Oh wow, a piece of paper with a number written on it... how foolish I've been this whole time... and so thoroughly refuted." he said, mockingly, (our friendship always a little depreciative as that was all we ever really understood about human interaction).

"Not just any number, it's Ms. Pinchin's... look, I'll text her RIGHT NOW." I said, putting the number in my phone and sending a text immediately that read, "Hey, it's Byron, how are you Cheri?"

He watched with amused disinterest, my heart racing as I waited for a response... that didn't arrive.

"Dude, look, I don't know what's going on with you, but you sound real crazy right now. Did Donnie finally give your brain damage, or is this... seriously dude, what's going on?" he said, his voice now turning to pity, which honestly, felt even worse somehow.

"You know what... forget it." I said, throwing my phone back into my pocket, and grabbing my bag, "Just forget I said anything, I'm clearly a lunatic, all of this is fantasy, and I've just gone off the deep end from loneliness."

He paused, looking as if he was about to respond, but I decided to storm out before he did. I wasn't in the business of making a huff and fleeing, but I had let my need for emotional release get the better of my intellectual capacities. Always bring proof, always. By the time I got downstairs, I saw the the overcast day had gone from simply grey, to unloading fat drops of rain down over the neighborhood, and I sighed, thinking how perfect it was to have to ride my bike home in all of this. But, that was when Brendon's mom Alicia spotted me standing by the front door, stepping out from the kitchen, oven mitts still on her hands.

"Oh hey there Byron, surprised to see you leaving so soon." she said, giving a weak smile.

"Yeah, I, uh... I have a lot of assignments to catch up on, I was just stopping by for a second opinion on something." I said, shrugging it off, not wanting to be seen as vulnerable or hurt.

"Oh well, I can't led you ride home in all this. Let me give you a ride." she said, turning and taking the mitts off, her floral dress swinging around her as she turned back and started towards me, grabbing her purse and slinging it up over her arm.

She had given me rides dozens of times over the years, so I didn't really think much of it, but there was a new part of me that had awakened recently, and... well, I think you have an idea where this is going. We climbed into the front seat of the family sedan, putting my bag down between my knees, my eyes turning just in time to catch Brendon's mom's seat belt get stuck on her dress, hiking it up slightly and exposing her upper thigh for just a moment. I'm a horny teenager, and apparently, that was enough to awaken the beast inside me yet again.

See, Brendon's mom was not a model or anything, but she was attractive for a mother. Shoulder length light brown curls, rich brown eyes, pretty petite (which I guess is where Brendon got it from), with modest breasts and ass, and best of all... she was forbidden fruit. Not only married, but my friend's mother... that urge, or calling, or whatever the fuck it was that had come over me lately was taking over, and it wanted to fuck her BAD.

"Gosh, it sure is a wet mess out here." Alicia said, the car pulling out of the driveway and into the recently vacated streets of the rainy neighborhood.

"Yeah... that it is." I said, my breath getting hot and ragged, my dick starting to get hard in my pants as I thought about what I hoped was coming next, "I like your nails." I commented, looking at her new burgundy polish.

I said this while reaching over and gently taking her right hand off the wheel, loving the feeling of my skin against hers, looking it over as if I was inspecting it. Feeling a certain tenseness forming in her.

"Oh, uh... thanks, I just got them done Monday." she said, but didn't make any effort to pull away, even as I lowered her hand to my crotch, making sure to place it palm down over the swell of my hard black cock, unmistakable under my jeans, "What... what are you doing, Byron?" she said, glancing sideways at her hand, but still driving, my hand guiding hers up and down.

"You've always been so good to me... I thought maybe it was time I returned the favor." I said, feeling her shudder slightly.

She pulled the car over abruptly by the park, turning the engine off and engaging the hand break. I was honestly terrified my mojo had run out, or that I'd overstepped my bounds, but no, I was still on fire.

"Unzip your pants. Take it out." she said, undoing her seat belt and turning towards me.

I did just that, unsheathing my fat black dick, her eyes locking onto it immediately as she gasped in what I'd like to think was amazement. She moved the hand I had been guiding, reaching over slowly, almost reverently for a moment, and then went all in, grabbing the base and leaning forward quickly, taking most of the upper shaft into her mouth, her tongue massaging it, the hot moist sensation of her mouth slipping up and down the sides as she started sucking. I was practically burning at this point, my hands reaching down and grabbing the back of her head, pushing her down on it harder, grasping her hair, lifting her back up and shoving her right back down as I started fucking her face. She made that familiar "gluck gluck gluck" as I hammered it in, her hands now waving around a little frantically as I cut off her air supply for my own pleasure.

"Oh fuck, that's it... take it all you fucking slut." I said, feeling nothing but mellow, though I had never once considered calling a girl that in my entire life before... I would have been aghast.

After another minute or so later, she tapped my leg like a wrestler tapping out, and I let her go, her head swinging back up as she gasped for breath, her face red, saliva hanging off her lips.

"What... what are we even doing?" she said, looking me in the eyes, "I need you inside me NOW." she continued, letting out one more big breath, "Get in the back."

That I most certainly did, Mrs. Waters sliding her panties off in the front seat before crawling into the back; continuing to give me a ride. She reached down to guide me in, making that face I'd come to love so much, of pleasure and pain, the tight grip of her white pussy struggling to take me in.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking BIG... how did I miss that?" she said, the thick mass of me finally sliding as far in as it would go.

"Doesn't matter... shut up and FUCK." I said, almost commandingly.

I didn't know this about Mrs. Waters, or Brendon's mom, or Alicia, (whatever I was going to end up calling her after today), but she was a fucking hellcat when it came to getting fucked. She rode me hard and fast, practically slamming herself down on it, moaning out in pain and pleasure with each drop. She was embracing the pain so much, she was practically hurting me, but I didn't care... I wanted it. I wanted this to feel like punishment for her, her body barely able to take me in, her floral house dress draped over my lap, hiding the shame of the betrayal to her marriage and her son. She kissed me passionately, her hands on my shoulders, her whimpers escaping into my mouth, it was a thing of beauty. In that moment, I didn't care about Brendon, or her husband Angelo, though he'd been there for so many dinners together, and was genuinely a nice guy. All I cared about was pussy. Any pussy I wanted, I owned it, and I knew it. I heard her shoes clatter off her feet into the back foot-well, and I felt the dark amusement settle over me. Another white woman claimed.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm going to fucking cum... cum with me, cum with me, okay..?" she practically begged, her breath raspy and hot.

I decided to do her one better, grabbing her and turn us hard to the side, her back landing across the rear passenger seat, her legs now up around me, with me on top, dicking down into her. I went completely savage, pounding her hard and watching her face contort into screaming orgasmic bliss, her ankles locking behind me to keep me inside of her as I started cumming too. I could picture it; billions of my powerful black sperm cells racing through her body, invading her unprotected ovum, drilling it, gang fucking it into submission, breeding her with my potent seed... just thinking about it made me cum even harder. Her eyes were practically tearing she had climaxed so hard, her face flush and dewy with sweat. I looked her right in the eyes, and she just nodded furiously, as if in approval of something. Whatever it was, I didn't care. She kissed me again, a few intense times, before her head fell back, and she finally started to let her body relax.

"So... how'd you like that?" I said, running my hands up her body and over her still covered breasts, giving them a slow and appreciative squeeze.

"That was... that... you need to start having sleep overs again." she said, laughing a little.

I decided it was time to pry a little, and so I went in for more.

"What made you decide to give in..?" I said, almost seductively.

"I... I don't even know... it was just... there you were, and there is this THICK POWERFUL dick right there in your pants, my hand practically touching it... and I could just feel this need building up in me right there and... well, you know the rest." she said, smiling and shrugging a little.

"We gonna do this again?" I said, seriously thinking I could stand to take this ride a few more times.

"Right now!?" she said, a little taken back.

I definitely could have gone again, but that wasn't quite what I meant.

"No, I mean, you want more of this?" I said, dying to hear her response.

"I think I do..." she said, leaning in and kissing me again, "Is that crazy? Are we being crazy?"

I was still inside of her, so I decided to push suddenly up making her squeak out in shock and pain, her face turning to a smile of surprise.

"Does that feel crazy to you?" I said, smirking.

"Crazy fucking good." she said, practically purring, "I love that big BLACK dick of yours..."

And there it was... black. She had been the first person to say it outright. Was THAT what this was about entirely? I knew how I had felt of course, thrilling off the revenge of fucking these white girls so effortlessly, but I didn't know how THEY felt. As soon as the thought hit me, another part of me cast it aside. After all, who CARED why they were submitting to me? All that mattered was having my dick worshiped by as many girls as possible, and I was off to the races on that one. I pulled out, a gush of cum spilling out as per usual, soaking into the fabric of her dress. We climbed back in the front, and I asked for her panties as a souvenir, which she gave me gladly, putting them in my bag. I was going to start a collection. Brendon wanted evidence, well I was going to have it in spades. She drove me home, giving me one last kiss and her cell phone number, promising to text me later, and off she went, back home to be a mom and a wife.

"See you again soon, I hope..." she said, taking off.

I headed back inside, plodding up the stairs to my room, and threw my bag down, sighing, and then bursting out into laughter again. I couldn't believe what I'd just done, though I loved every second of it. But, glory is often short lived, and I didn't realize exactly the sort of thing I was unleashing, as some genie's can't be put back in the bottle. I heard my phone chime, and sauntered over to my bag, taking it out and seeing I had gotten a response from Cheri, a couple texts that read:

"Sorry I missed your text, stopped at the gym for a quick workout. Had to grab a shower."

"Want to see?"

Which was followed up by several rather salacious and mouthwatering shots of her naked body, her fingers parked right between the small folds of her labia, her perky nipples being pinched and tugged for me...

"Call me soon, okay?"

I absolutely would, and soon. But there was more, another pending messenger notification from Trish:

"Hey, I can't stop thinking about the other night, you were SOOOO fucking good..."

"Just tell me when we can meet again."

"You can have ALL of this..."

She said, sending pictures of her own, her tight young body posed in various ways, prominently displaying her ass, pussy, tits, even her bare feet as she clearly knew I enjoyed that... she even made sure to keep her pom-poms in some of the shots, in case I forgot she was a cheerleader. But it didn't end there... as both Nikki and Danielle had also looked me up, messaging me separately, both of them chasing their own leads:

Nikki: "I kept your cum in me ALL day... but I think I need more..."

Danielle: "It's not fair that Nikki had all the fun, why don't you come over later and I'll show you how a real girl fucks?"

Nikki: "I've never had a fucking orgasm like that before... you need to skip class more often ;)"

Danielle: "Unless you want us both there again... I'm sure we can make that happen."

No, I was far too proud and wrapped up in myself to see or even care what I was doing. But I was going to end up paying for it. You always do.

