I went to a large Catholic school and was the captain of the cheerleading squad my senior year. We had a great football team that had gone undefeated for four years in a row. Our coach and local Catholic business owners had conspired to recruit talent by offering jobs to the parents of outstanding Catholic players from other towns and scholarships to their kids to attend Aquinas High.
The team was invincible and no student in the school remembered ever losing. Ranked #1 in the state going into our senior year, it seemed like a no-brainer for our team captain to make a deal with competing team captains that the losing team would offer up its cheerleading captain to the winning team’s captain for a night of uninhibited debauchery.
I don’t mean to brag, I’m still a catch at 27, but when I was 18, I was the hottest white bitch around. That any other team captains were willing to make such a deal against the overwhelming odds on the field of play, was solely a testament to my desirability.
Our captain, Brent, was a 6’2” braggadocios pretty boy quarterback with chiseled facial features and a dinky white cock. I’d been sucking him off ever since junior high despite him being an overrated asshole because he was the school kingpin and letting my mouth be his cum dumpster was a ticket to high school acceptance and coveted roles like cheerleading captain. It was all about blow job power. If I wanted something from Brent, I would blow him for it, and then spit his tasteless watery cum on the ground when he wasn’t looking.
Everyone assumed that Brent and I were together. However, even though I blew him pretty regularly, I had never allowed him near second base with me. Truth be told, the small-dicked pussy never really tried that hard. Plenty of other girls would have fallen over themselves to be with Brent, but I knew his embarrassing secret. His dick when hard was the same size as when it was flaccid. It was a little pencil stub topped by a pink eraser-sized nub. He wasn’t about to expose that secret to anyone else.
The rest of the team had seen it flaccid in the shower. Now and then one of them would tease him about his small dick and he would respond that “from a tiny acorn, grows a mighty oak.” Of course, I knew that acorn pretty much described his dick and nothing grew from it, but I had no incentive to out him as long as he used his influence to help me, and I made sure Brent knew the deal.
Still, I probably would have let him fuck me, but my friends who had sex all told the same stories involving the fumbling efforts of an inexperienced boy. The result was always the same. The pain outweighed the gain. I wasn’t waiting for marriage or anything. I was just hoping for something or someone more special than the stories I’d heard. I wasn’t even sure that it existed but I was sure it wasn’t Brent.
All senior season, our team spent its Saturday nights filling every hole in an opposing team cheerleader captain. Brent always magnanimously offered the prize to a portion of the starting lineup and sat on the sidelines cheering them on. One week it would be his O-Line another the defensive backs, the next week running backs, defensive line, kickers, receivers, and so on. The guys on the team loved Brent for it, but I knew the embarrassing reason that he sat out the fun.
On some Saturdays, I would tag along to watch. The one I remember best was the cheerleading captain from Covenant Christian High. Everyone in town used to say, “folks send their ********* to Aquinas and their hogs to Covenant.” It was kind of sadly true. Not a single one of the Protestant cheerleaders from Covenant weighed in under 135. It wasn’t clear whether their lack of any acrobatic cheering was because they were too chunky to pull off a backflip or because anything more than rhythmic clapping might cause their knee-length modest skirts to flip up and show some of their pasty-white flabby blue veined thighs.
It was the O-Line’s turn, and I vividly recall the girl coming into the locker room as pale as a ghost and trembling a bit. When, Jake, our center who was 6’6” and weighed 285 saw her stout frame he shouted, “Alright! I like mine chunky!” The rest of the guys laughed and one of them shouted “PBJs! We’re the bread and she’s chunky peanut butter and I know we’re going to cover it with lots of fine creamy jelly.”
The O-Line gathered around her and sang their lewd version of “The Saints Go Marching In.” I won’t bore you with the details. You probably deduced that our mascot was The Saints, and just so you have an idea one line of their song was something like, “Oh I want my cock in her pussy when my cum goes shootin’ in.”
While they “serenaded” her, they were undressing her until she stood naked in front of the five O-Line giants trying futilely to hide her tits, pussy, and ass from them. The five behemoths picked up the squealing cheerleader and laid her back on a weight-lifting bench.
Rough hands pawed at her flabby tits and ass and fingers were finding their way into her pussy. Despite the look of confusion on her face, her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was glistening. The two tackles each took hold of one of the girl’s knees and lifted them to pull her open. She looked up to see Jake and his monstrous cock coming toward her open hole.
It was about then that she started praying, I think. “Dear God forgive me. Oh, God. Oh, Jesus let this trial pass from me. Please God take me away from here!” She shrieked. “Oh dear God save me from these brutes!”
As Jake shoved his throbbing cock into her pussy, he stopped about halfway feeling her hymen resist him, I suppose. Then Jake said, “We gotst ourselves, virgin boy!” And he rammed home his cock. When it came out it was smeared with blood and the girl was shrieking, “Oh God, Oh Jesus, Oh God, Oh Jesus” over and over in a high-pitched “I’m going to hell” terrified screech.
Jake continued to fuck her steady and hard and to rub her clit with his thumb until her voice suddenly switched to a low sultry soprano, “Oh Gawd, Ooooh Jeeessus, Aaah Gaaaawd, Oooooh Jeeeeesuuuus.” She was singing and moving in the direction of her first orgasm ever.
Jake couldn’t take it anymore and yelled, “Somebody put something in her mouth to shut her up!” In an instant Stan, the Left Guard shoved his cock deep into her throat nearly choking her. Jake pounded her pussy until all three of them came simultaneously. Needless to say, that was just the beginning of a long night of fucking and sucking.
When that gal gave birth nine months later we all figured it was Jake’s because we heard the baby was shaped like a barrel just like Jake and tore the shit out of his mother on the way out. Like father like son…
Everything was going great for Aquinas and Brent. Then came the final game of the season against the Southside Black Panthers. Southside was an almost all-black school resulting from implicit racial segregation in housing and neighborhoods that happened over decades since formal school desegregation. We had never played Southside in the past, but Aquinas administrators added them to the schedule our senior year as a show of inclusion and embracement of diversity.
It was widely known that Southside had incredibly talented athletes but on any given Friday night white cops would make sure that a few key players were in police custody and missed the game. So, while the potential was there, Southside sported a record of 3-6 coming into their game against Aquinas.
What the Aquinas administration (and Brent) hadn’t reckoned on was the October resignation of the local Chief of Police and his interim replacement by his second in command who happened to be black and live in Southside. The word came down Thursday night that any white cracker cop who harassed a Southside player on Friday would find themselves walking an all-night beat on a dark Southside street. Needless to say, the entire talented Black Panthers squad was on the field for the first time all season and it got ugly for Aquinas fast.
Southside’s captain was Landon. He was a huge black guy standing 6’4” in socks and weighing in at around 210. He played linebacker and all night was either knocking Jake on his ass and then slamming Brent to the ground for a sack or dropping back in coverage to intercept Brent’s passes and run them back for a pick-six. The Aquinas defense and Southside offense hardly saw the field all night and the final score was Black Panthers 56 and Saints 3.
Watching Landon dominate the game from the sidelines, my pussy was drenched by halftime in anticipation. I know it sounds crazy, but after the game was over, and the end of my chastity determined, I didn’t feel any apprehension. Brent on the other hand was furious. The combination of losing a game and knowing that a “Southside Nigger” was less than 24 hours away from deflowering me, fucked with the whole facade he had created in his own and most everyone else’s minds.
Brent ranted to me, “No way that fucking nigger Landon is going to spend one second alone with you!” I tried to calm him down and pointed out that it was a fair bet and that just because he had always won before didn’t mean we could back out now. He was still fuming when I told him I needed to go home and sleep if I was going to be up all night on Saturday.
I received the text around 4:30 Saturday afternoon telling me where to meet Landon. I was expecting to be sent to the Southside locker room. The Saints always hosted the cheer captains from other schools in their locker room. Instead, I was told to meet Landon in Suite 208 at the Marriott. That seemed weird but at 6 pm I found myself about to knock on the door when I heard yelling from inside. The door was part way open so I poked my head in only to see Brent telling Landon there was no way he was going fuck his girlfriend.
That’s when I stupidly said without thinking, “I’m not your girlfriend numb nuts.” That sent Brent over the top and he took a swing at Landon. Landon deftly ducked the punch and brought a crushing blow from his huge black fist into Brent’s pretty boy cheek leaving a huge bloody gash. Landon followed that with three hard uppercuts to Brent’s gut leaving him doubled up on the floor out of breath. “You lay there on the floor numb nuts. And if you try to get up, I’ll kick the shit outta you. You should be ashamed of coming here and trying to ruin our evening.” Landon scolded.
Without saying another word, Landon walked behind me and closed the door, clicking the lock. Then he turned to me and tenderly apologized for the rude display and explained that he had been admiring me from afar for a long time but knew a black guy from the Southside didn’t have a chance with a beautiful blonde cheerleader from Aquinas. He said he had scraped together every penny he and some friends had to afford a nice hotel room and room service dinner so we could get to know each other and felt so fortunate to have won the game but even more to be able to spend a few precious hours in my company.
My knees nearly buckled and when he took my hand and led me to the small couch, I thought “he must be able to hear the wet sloshing of my pussy when I walk.”
After dinner, we chatted for a while like old friends sharing a variety of life stories and expressing various opinions we shared. I kept waiting for Landon to make a move toward me, but he just behaved like a perfect gentleman. Finally, I couldn’t help myself any longer and straddled his lap and started kissing him passionately sucking on his thick lips and stroking them with my tongue then probing his mouth with my tongue and feeling him greedily suck on it.
Between kisses, Landon said, “let’s get some of these clothes out of the way.” When I stood there was a huge dark wet spot on his pants where my pussy had been. Landon laughed and said playfully, “somebody’s ready to party with a nigga.”
I looked down shyly and while he peeled off his t-shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted dark hairless body, I fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans. When I finally got them unzipped he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his enormous uncircumcised black cock leaped out of its cage and stood thick and dark pointing invitingly at me.
I had never seen a cock that big let alone a black man’s cock and an uncircumcised one. All the boys I’d seen in locker rooms and stuff after games were good Catholic boys whose foreskins had been whacked off by some nearsighted sadistic doctor that left them with no slack skin behind their glans. On the other hand, there was Landon’s cock with all of his pubic hair groomed away to make his glorious member stand out for my adoration, and the long leathery black foreskin covered the head of his cock even in its erect state. Only the very tip of his cock head peeked through the puckered wrinkled end of his foreskin and it glistened with a glob of precum.
I looked at Brent still curled up on the floor. He had stirred once during dinner and Landon had gotten up quietly. Stepped hard on Brent’s throwing hand and whispered “if you want to throw a football again, you will lay there and stay quiet.” I encircled as much of Landon’s cock as my hand was able and his foreskin slid smoothly back to reveal and huge black mushroom head. I looked at Brent and said cruelly, “take a look at a real cock numb nuts. This is a real man’s cock not like that tiny nubbin of yours.” And I shook Landon’s cock at him.
Then I fell to my knees and sucked Landon’s cock every way I could imagine. I sucked his pendulous sack one nut at a time. After minutes of slobbering and sucking on him, he took my head between his hands and fucked my mouth vigorously until he came. Unlike Brent’s, Landon’s cum was thick and copious, and it tasted of coconuts and spice. I sucked at his gorgeous cock greedily but a drop escaped and ran down my chin. Landon captured it on a finger just before it could drop to the floor and fed it to me. Like a hungry baby bird, I tipped my head back and opened my mouth wide to accept his cum covered finger, then sucked and licked it clean.
Landon lifted me from my knees and began kissing me passionately while unbuttoning my blouse and slipping it from my shoulders. He deftly unclasped my bra and my soft perfectly rounded breasts with their dark coral nipples pressed hard against his chest.
I couldn’t wait and quickly shed my tight black yoga pants and panties, kicking them away unceremoniously. When I kicked off my soaked panties they landed on Brent’s face. I broke off the kiss with Landon to say, “sniff on those skanky panties numb nuts while getting fucked by a real man.”
Landon took one of my breasts firmly in his huge hand and lowered his mouth to my pebbly nipple sucking and biting lightly at it. His other hand found my pussy and gently stroked my wet labia and clitoris. I had touched myself plenty growing up and given myself some decent orgasms but this was the first time anyone else had touched me there and it was electrifying. My body was trembling in uncontrollable pre-orgasmic spasms.
Landon began working his long thick black middle finger between my labia and the tip of it parted me and began to penetrate my pink hole. I thought I was going to die. When his finger was about halfway in, he felt the resistance of my hymen.
Landon broke away from sucking my nipple and gave me a puzzled look as his finger slipped from my sopping pussy. In a voice soft and tender he said uncertainly, “I didn’t know you were a virgin. I just assumed that you and numbnuts were, um, well, fucking together.”
I lowered my eyes and shook my head ashamedly and answered, “no, I have been saving myself for someone like…, um, well, I didn’t know it until just now, but I think I have been saving myself for you.” Small tears escaped my brimming eyes and began rolling down my face. Landon tipped my head up toward him and with a finger delicately captured the tears and tasted them with his lips before saying tenderly, “I’m very glad you did. Let’s do this right.”
Then Landon picked me up in his arms and carried me into the adjoining bedroom in the hotel suite calling over his shoulder, “hey numb nuts! Get you white ass in here. We have a job for you.” I heard Brent scurry into the bedroom behind us.
Landon laid me gently on the bed. “Look,” he said “The first time, it’s best if the woman is in control. It’s not good for a horny guy like me with a big dick to go ramming through your cherry. It’s better if you use my cock to pop it yourself. So, I’m going to help you relax, and then you can get on top and control the first penetration yourself.”
After that short soliloquy, Landon turned his total attention to my bald shaved pussy. Licking me and sucked at me with his thick black lips and probed gently inside me with his long tongue. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm and the pre-orgasmic trembling began again. Sensing the approach of my orgasm, Landon latched his lips around my clit sucking it against his rapidly flicking tongue until I shook uncontrollably and cried out in the first truly earth-shattering orgasm of my life.
Before my orgasm reached the point of full satiation, Landon withdrew his mouth and rolled over on his back, and said, “Ok beautiful, time for you to be in control and ride this black stallion.” As I started to straddle Landon he called out, “hey numbnuts get over here and spit on my cock and guide it into her pussy so she can concentrate on getting off.”
Brent scurried up on the bed and spit lightly on Landon’s cock. For his miserly drool, Brent was rewarded with a cuff on the side of the head from Landon’s big fist. “Spit like a whore if you can’t spit like a man.” Landon scolded and was rewarded with a whine and a copious wad of slime from Brent’s mouth.
I was atop Landon with my wanton pussy waiting but a bit of fear in my heart. Landon said reassuringly, “it’s going to be ok honey. It just hurts a little and you will be in total control. After the pain, comes the real pleasure.” Then to Brent, he commanded sternly, “Guide my cock into her numb nuts.”
Brent was whimpering but obedient. I felt the wide tip of Landon’s cock touch my labia and a bolt of electric desire flowed through me erasing any doubt. I wanted this black bull’s cock inside me now!
Gripping the base of Landon’s cock, Brent rubbed its head up and down my pussy until my labia began to part and the head began to enter me. As it went deeper, I felt the incredible sense of fullness it was creating and longed to feel it completely inside me. I started slowly lowering myself until I felt Landon’s cock begin to stretch my hymen. The stretching got tighter and the pain sharper so I raised up off of him to relieve the pressure then lowered myself again. I repeated this several times and felt a frustrated frenzy taking possession of my brain. I sped up the mini-strokes each time stretching my hymen but pulling back before breaking through. Faster and faster and finally the frenzy overtook my self-control, and I plunged Landon’s cock deep inside me passing rapidly through my hymen. The incredible pleasure of having him fill me overwhelmed the brief pain of my cherry popping. And I rode him furiously. I felt the warm sticky blood oozing from me being spumed up onto my taint and anus by the pumping of Landon’s cock.
Landon shouted, “Numbnuts! Get in there and lick up this blood from my nuts and her asshole.” The next thing I felt was a warm wet tongue bathing my anus while Landon’s cock ground against my clit. It was more than I could stand and I began trembling against Landon’s hard body. Brent alternated between my ass and Landon’s balls. Soon both Landon and I were moaning in pre-orgasmic bliss. I whimpered, “I’m cumming baby.” And with that Landon released his load of black seed into my cunt growling and grunting while I shook and screamed against him.
I felt Landon’s seed oozing out of me around his softening cock and rolled off to cuddle next to his hard body. Landon growled, “clean us off with your tongue numb nuts!”
I heard Brent slurping and sucking at Landon’s cock and balls. Landon barked, “Gently, numb nuts. A real man’s cock is hypersensitive after they come.” The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep in Landon’s arms is Brent’s tongue and lips sucking up the stray cum from my blacked pussy.
Landon and Brent both received scholarships to play at State University. Brent didn’t play much but Landon lettered all four years and was mentioned in the Heisman voting. He’s been playing in the NFL ever since and Brent has become sort of the ****** pet. Our kids seem to think every black kid has a hot white mom and a pet white man who spends most of his time either cooking and cleaning or in his crate.
We had to neuter him after I caught him trying to fuck me in my sleep one weekend when Landon was out of town for a game. I argued for a vasectomy but as Landon pointed out, “that will just keep him from impregnating you. We need to knock the horny out of him or he might try to **** the kids.” While he was at it, Landon had Brent’s middle six teeth - both top and bottom - removed. We had gotten into a ritual where I would blow Landon for a while but what he liked was being deepthroated. He was just too big for me to swallow so once I had him hard and revved up, he would shove his cock down Brent’s throat and cum roaring. Brent had started biting lightly at Landon’s cock on these occasions and Landon wasn’t taking any chances on a biter.
Truth be told it made me a bit jealous that Brent got to swallow Landon’s load. Once I confessed it to Landon he started pulling out of my pussy occasionally and cumming in my mouth. He’s always been a considerate lover.
I’m pregnant now with Landon’s fourth child. Well, I think it’s Landon’s. I know the first three were. The first one came right on schedule a few months after high school graduation. But when I count back on the one in the oven things add up to the date of Landon’s Super Bowl victory celebration with his black teammates. That night I pulled the team’s black train twice. So, I guess we will see who the little guy looks like in a few weeks.
The team was invincible and no student in the school remembered ever losing. Ranked #1 in the state going into our senior year, it seemed like a no-brainer for our team captain to make a deal with competing team captains that the losing team would offer up its cheerleading captain to the winning team’s captain for a night of uninhibited debauchery.
I don’t mean to brag, I’m still a catch at 27, but when I was 18, I was the hottest white bitch around. That any other team captains were willing to make such a deal against the overwhelming odds on the field of play, was solely a testament to my desirability.
Our captain, Brent, was a 6’2” braggadocios pretty boy quarterback with chiseled facial features and a dinky white cock. I’d been sucking him off ever since junior high despite him being an overrated asshole because he was the school kingpin and letting my mouth be his cum dumpster was a ticket to high school acceptance and coveted roles like cheerleading captain. It was all about blow job power. If I wanted something from Brent, I would blow him for it, and then spit his tasteless watery cum on the ground when he wasn’t looking.
Everyone assumed that Brent and I were together. However, even though I blew him pretty regularly, I had never allowed him near second base with me. Truth be told, the small-dicked pussy never really tried that hard. Plenty of other girls would have fallen over themselves to be with Brent, but I knew his embarrassing secret. His dick when hard was the same size as when it was flaccid. It was a little pencil stub topped by a pink eraser-sized nub. He wasn’t about to expose that secret to anyone else.
The rest of the team had seen it flaccid in the shower. Now and then one of them would tease him about his small dick and he would respond that “from a tiny acorn, grows a mighty oak.” Of course, I knew that acorn pretty much described his dick and nothing grew from it, but I had no incentive to out him as long as he used his influence to help me, and I made sure Brent knew the deal.
Still, I probably would have let him fuck me, but my friends who had sex all told the same stories involving the fumbling efforts of an inexperienced boy. The result was always the same. The pain outweighed the gain. I wasn’t waiting for marriage or anything. I was just hoping for something or someone more special than the stories I’d heard. I wasn’t even sure that it existed but I was sure it wasn’t Brent.
All senior season, our team spent its Saturday nights filling every hole in an opposing team cheerleader captain. Brent always magnanimously offered the prize to a portion of the starting lineup and sat on the sidelines cheering them on. One week it would be his O-Line another the defensive backs, the next week running backs, defensive line, kickers, receivers, and so on. The guys on the team loved Brent for it, but I knew the embarrassing reason that he sat out the fun.
On some Saturdays, I would tag along to watch. The one I remember best was the cheerleading captain from Covenant Christian High. Everyone in town used to say, “folks send their ********* to Aquinas and their hogs to Covenant.” It was kind of sadly true. Not a single one of the Protestant cheerleaders from Covenant weighed in under 135. It wasn’t clear whether their lack of any acrobatic cheering was because they were too chunky to pull off a backflip or because anything more than rhythmic clapping might cause their knee-length modest skirts to flip up and show some of their pasty-white flabby blue veined thighs.
It was the O-Line’s turn, and I vividly recall the girl coming into the locker room as pale as a ghost and trembling a bit. When, Jake, our center who was 6’6” and weighed 285 saw her stout frame he shouted, “Alright! I like mine chunky!” The rest of the guys laughed and one of them shouted “PBJs! We’re the bread and she’s chunky peanut butter and I know we’re going to cover it with lots of fine creamy jelly.”
The O-Line gathered around her and sang their lewd version of “The Saints Go Marching In.” I won’t bore you with the details. You probably deduced that our mascot was The Saints, and just so you have an idea one line of their song was something like, “Oh I want my cock in her pussy when my cum goes shootin’ in.”
While they “serenaded” her, they were undressing her until she stood naked in front of the five O-Line giants trying futilely to hide her tits, pussy, and ass from them. The five behemoths picked up the squealing cheerleader and laid her back on a weight-lifting bench.
Rough hands pawed at her flabby tits and ass and fingers were finding their way into her pussy. Despite the look of confusion on her face, her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was glistening. The two tackles each took hold of one of the girl’s knees and lifted them to pull her open. She looked up to see Jake and his monstrous cock coming toward her open hole.
It was about then that she started praying, I think. “Dear God forgive me. Oh, God. Oh, Jesus let this trial pass from me. Please God take me away from here!” She shrieked. “Oh dear God save me from these brutes!”
As Jake shoved his throbbing cock into her pussy, he stopped about halfway feeling her hymen resist him, I suppose. Then Jake said, “We gotst ourselves, virgin boy!” And he rammed home his cock. When it came out it was smeared with blood and the girl was shrieking, “Oh God, Oh Jesus, Oh God, Oh Jesus” over and over in a high-pitched “I’m going to hell” terrified screech.
Jake continued to fuck her steady and hard and to rub her clit with his thumb until her voice suddenly switched to a low sultry soprano, “Oh Gawd, Ooooh Jeeessus, Aaah Gaaaawd, Oooooh Jeeeeesuuuus.” She was singing and moving in the direction of her first orgasm ever.
Jake couldn’t take it anymore and yelled, “Somebody put something in her mouth to shut her up!” In an instant Stan, the Left Guard shoved his cock deep into her throat nearly choking her. Jake pounded her pussy until all three of them came simultaneously. Needless to say, that was just the beginning of a long night of fucking and sucking.
When that gal gave birth nine months later we all figured it was Jake’s because we heard the baby was shaped like a barrel just like Jake and tore the shit out of his mother on the way out. Like father like son…
Everything was going great for Aquinas and Brent. Then came the final game of the season against the Southside Black Panthers. Southside was an almost all-black school resulting from implicit racial segregation in housing and neighborhoods that happened over decades since formal school desegregation. We had never played Southside in the past, but Aquinas administrators added them to the schedule our senior year as a show of inclusion and embracement of diversity.
It was widely known that Southside had incredibly talented athletes but on any given Friday night white cops would make sure that a few key players were in police custody and missed the game. So, while the potential was there, Southside sported a record of 3-6 coming into their game against Aquinas.
What the Aquinas administration (and Brent) hadn’t reckoned on was the October resignation of the local Chief of Police and his interim replacement by his second in command who happened to be black and live in Southside. The word came down Thursday night that any white cracker cop who harassed a Southside player on Friday would find themselves walking an all-night beat on a dark Southside street. Needless to say, the entire talented Black Panthers squad was on the field for the first time all season and it got ugly for Aquinas fast.
Southside’s captain was Landon. He was a huge black guy standing 6’4” in socks and weighing in at around 210. He played linebacker and all night was either knocking Jake on his ass and then slamming Brent to the ground for a sack or dropping back in coverage to intercept Brent’s passes and run them back for a pick-six. The Aquinas defense and Southside offense hardly saw the field all night and the final score was Black Panthers 56 and Saints 3.
Watching Landon dominate the game from the sidelines, my pussy was drenched by halftime in anticipation. I know it sounds crazy, but after the game was over, and the end of my chastity determined, I didn’t feel any apprehension. Brent on the other hand was furious. The combination of losing a game and knowing that a “Southside Nigger” was less than 24 hours away from deflowering me, fucked with the whole facade he had created in his own and most everyone else’s minds.
Brent ranted to me, “No way that fucking nigger Landon is going to spend one second alone with you!” I tried to calm him down and pointed out that it was a fair bet and that just because he had always won before didn’t mean we could back out now. He was still fuming when I told him I needed to go home and sleep if I was going to be up all night on Saturday.
I received the text around 4:30 Saturday afternoon telling me where to meet Landon. I was expecting to be sent to the Southside locker room. The Saints always hosted the cheer captains from other schools in their locker room. Instead, I was told to meet Landon in Suite 208 at the Marriott. That seemed weird but at 6 pm I found myself about to knock on the door when I heard yelling from inside. The door was part way open so I poked my head in only to see Brent telling Landon there was no way he was going fuck his girlfriend.
That’s when I stupidly said without thinking, “I’m not your girlfriend numb nuts.” That sent Brent over the top and he took a swing at Landon. Landon deftly ducked the punch and brought a crushing blow from his huge black fist into Brent’s pretty boy cheek leaving a huge bloody gash. Landon followed that with three hard uppercuts to Brent’s gut leaving him doubled up on the floor out of breath. “You lay there on the floor numb nuts. And if you try to get up, I’ll kick the shit outta you. You should be ashamed of coming here and trying to ruin our evening.” Landon scolded.
Without saying another word, Landon walked behind me and closed the door, clicking the lock. Then he turned to me and tenderly apologized for the rude display and explained that he had been admiring me from afar for a long time but knew a black guy from the Southside didn’t have a chance with a beautiful blonde cheerleader from Aquinas. He said he had scraped together every penny he and some friends had to afford a nice hotel room and room service dinner so we could get to know each other and felt so fortunate to have won the game but even more to be able to spend a few precious hours in my company.
My knees nearly buckled and when he took my hand and led me to the small couch, I thought “he must be able to hear the wet sloshing of my pussy when I walk.”
After dinner, we chatted for a while like old friends sharing a variety of life stories and expressing various opinions we shared. I kept waiting for Landon to make a move toward me, but he just behaved like a perfect gentleman. Finally, I couldn’t help myself any longer and straddled his lap and started kissing him passionately sucking on his thick lips and stroking them with my tongue then probing his mouth with my tongue and feeling him greedily suck on it.
Between kisses, Landon said, “let’s get some of these clothes out of the way.” When I stood there was a huge dark wet spot on his pants where my pussy had been. Landon laughed and said playfully, “somebody’s ready to party with a nigga.”
I looked down shyly and while he peeled off his t-shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted dark hairless body, I fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans. When I finally got them unzipped he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his enormous uncircumcised black cock leaped out of its cage and stood thick and dark pointing invitingly at me.
I had never seen a cock that big let alone a black man’s cock and an uncircumcised one. All the boys I’d seen in locker rooms and stuff after games were good Catholic boys whose foreskins had been whacked off by some nearsighted sadistic doctor that left them with no slack skin behind their glans. On the other hand, there was Landon’s cock with all of his pubic hair groomed away to make his glorious member stand out for my adoration, and the long leathery black foreskin covered the head of his cock even in its erect state. Only the very tip of his cock head peeked through the puckered wrinkled end of his foreskin and it glistened with a glob of precum.
I looked at Brent still curled up on the floor. He had stirred once during dinner and Landon had gotten up quietly. Stepped hard on Brent’s throwing hand and whispered “if you want to throw a football again, you will lay there and stay quiet.” I encircled as much of Landon’s cock as my hand was able and his foreskin slid smoothly back to reveal and huge black mushroom head. I looked at Brent and said cruelly, “take a look at a real cock numb nuts. This is a real man’s cock not like that tiny nubbin of yours.” And I shook Landon’s cock at him.
Then I fell to my knees and sucked Landon’s cock every way I could imagine. I sucked his pendulous sack one nut at a time. After minutes of slobbering and sucking on him, he took my head between his hands and fucked my mouth vigorously until he came. Unlike Brent’s, Landon’s cum was thick and copious, and it tasted of coconuts and spice. I sucked at his gorgeous cock greedily but a drop escaped and ran down my chin. Landon captured it on a finger just before it could drop to the floor and fed it to me. Like a hungry baby bird, I tipped my head back and opened my mouth wide to accept his cum covered finger, then sucked and licked it clean.
Landon lifted me from my knees and began kissing me passionately while unbuttoning my blouse and slipping it from my shoulders. He deftly unclasped my bra and my soft perfectly rounded breasts with their dark coral nipples pressed hard against his chest.
I couldn’t wait and quickly shed my tight black yoga pants and panties, kicking them away unceremoniously. When I kicked off my soaked panties they landed on Brent’s face. I broke off the kiss with Landon to say, “sniff on those skanky panties numb nuts while getting fucked by a real man.”
Landon took one of my breasts firmly in his huge hand and lowered his mouth to my pebbly nipple sucking and biting lightly at it. His other hand found my pussy and gently stroked my wet labia and clitoris. I had touched myself plenty growing up and given myself some decent orgasms but this was the first time anyone else had touched me there and it was electrifying. My body was trembling in uncontrollable pre-orgasmic spasms.
Landon began working his long thick black middle finger between my labia and the tip of it parted me and began to penetrate my pink hole. I thought I was going to die. When his finger was about halfway in, he felt the resistance of my hymen.
Landon broke away from sucking my nipple and gave me a puzzled look as his finger slipped from my sopping pussy. In a voice soft and tender he said uncertainly, “I didn’t know you were a virgin. I just assumed that you and numbnuts were, um, well, fucking together.”
I lowered my eyes and shook my head ashamedly and answered, “no, I have been saving myself for someone like…, um, well, I didn’t know it until just now, but I think I have been saving myself for you.” Small tears escaped my brimming eyes and began rolling down my face. Landon tipped my head up toward him and with a finger delicately captured the tears and tasted them with his lips before saying tenderly, “I’m very glad you did. Let’s do this right.”
Then Landon picked me up in his arms and carried me into the adjoining bedroom in the hotel suite calling over his shoulder, “hey numb nuts! Get you white ass in here. We have a job for you.” I heard Brent scurry into the bedroom behind us.
Landon laid me gently on the bed. “Look,” he said “The first time, it’s best if the woman is in control. It’s not good for a horny guy like me with a big dick to go ramming through your cherry. It’s better if you use my cock to pop it yourself. So, I’m going to help you relax, and then you can get on top and control the first penetration yourself.”
After that short soliloquy, Landon turned his total attention to my bald shaved pussy. Licking me and sucked at me with his thick black lips and probed gently inside me with his long tongue. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm and the pre-orgasmic trembling began again. Sensing the approach of my orgasm, Landon latched his lips around my clit sucking it against his rapidly flicking tongue until I shook uncontrollably and cried out in the first truly earth-shattering orgasm of my life.
Before my orgasm reached the point of full satiation, Landon withdrew his mouth and rolled over on his back, and said, “Ok beautiful, time for you to be in control and ride this black stallion.” As I started to straddle Landon he called out, “hey numbnuts get over here and spit on my cock and guide it into her pussy so she can concentrate on getting off.”
Brent scurried up on the bed and spit lightly on Landon’s cock. For his miserly drool, Brent was rewarded with a cuff on the side of the head from Landon’s big fist. “Spit like a whore if you can’t spit like a man.” Landon scolded and was rewarded with a whine and a copious wad of slime from Brent’s mouth.
I was atop Landon with my wanton pussy waiting but a bit of fear in my heart. Landon said reassuringly, “it’s going to be ok honey. It just hurts a little and you will be in total control. After the pain, comes the real pleasure.” Then to Brent, he commanded sternly, “Guide my cock into her numb nuts.”
Brent was whimpering but obedient. I felt the wide tip of Landon’s cock touch my labia and a bolt of electric desire flowed through me erasing any doubt. I wanted this black bull’s cock inside me now!
Gripping the base of Landon’s cock, Brent rubbed its head up and down my pussy until my labia began to part and the head began to enter me. As it went deeper, I felt the incredible sense of fullness it was creating and longed to feel it completely inside me. I started slowly lowering myself until I felt Landon’s cock begin to stretch my hymen. The stretching got tighter and the pain sharper so I raised up off of him to relieve the pressure then lowered myself again. I repeated this several times and felt a frustrated frenzy taking possession of my brain. I sped up the mini-strokes each time stretching my hymen but pulling back before breaking through. Faster and faster and finally the frenzy overtook my self-control, and I plunged Landon’s cock deep inside me passing rapidly through my hymen. The incredible pleasure of having him fill me overwhelmed the brief pain of my cherry popping. And I rode him furiously. I felt the warm sticky blood oozing from me being spumed up onto my taint and anus by the pumping of Landon’s cock.
Landon shouted, “Numbnuts! Get in there and lick up this blood from my nuts and her asshole.” The next thing I felt was a warm wet tongue bathing my anus while Landon’s cock ground against my clit. It was more than I could stand and I began trembling against Landon’s hard body. Brent alternated between my ass and Landon’s balls. Soon both Landon and I were moaning in pre-orgasmic bliss. I whimpered, “I’m cumming baby.” And with that Landon released his load of black seed into my cunt growling and grunting while I shook and screamed against him.
I felt Landon’s seed oozing out of me around his softening cock and rolled off to cuddle next to his hard body. Landon growled, “clean us off with your tongue numb nuts!”
I heard Brent slurping and sucking at Landon’s cock and balls. Landon barked, “Gently, numb nuts. A real man’s cock is hypersensitive after they come.” The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep in Landon’s arms is Brent’s tongue and lips sucking up the stray cum from my blacked pussy.
Landon and Brent both received scholarships to play at State University. Brent didn’t play much but Landon lettered all four years and was mentioned in the Heisman voting. He’s been playing in the NFL ever since and Brent has become sort of the ****** pet. Our kids seem to think every black kid has a hot white mom and a pet white man who spends most of his time either cooking and cleaning or in his crate.
We had to neuter him after I caught him trying to fuck me in my sleep one weekend when Landon was out of town for a game. I argued for a vasectomy but as Landon pointed out, “that will just keep him from impregnating you. We need to knock the horny out of him or he might try to **** the kids.” While he was at it, Landon had Brent’s middle six teeth - both top and bottom - removed. We had gotten into a ritual where I would blow Landon for a while but what he liked was being deepthroated. He was just too big for me to swallow so once I had him hard and revved up, he would shove his cock down Brent’s throat and cum roaring. Brent had started biting lightly at Landon’s cock on these occasions and Landon wasn’t taking any chances on a biter.
Truth be told it made me a bit jealous that Brent got to swallow Landon’s load. Once I confessed it to Landon he started pulling out of my pussy occasionally and cumming in my mouth. He’s always been a considerate lover.
I’m pregnant now with Landon’s fourth child. Well, I think it’s Landon’s. I know the first three were. The first one came right on schedule a few months after high school graduation. But when I count back on the one in the oven things add up to the date of Landon’s Super Bowl victory celebration with his black teammates. That night I pulled the team’s black train twice. So, I guess we will see who the little guy looks like in a few weeks.
