I am sitting in the cafeteria alone, idly waiting for all the other students to disperse after today’s classes ended. A beige comfy sweater warms my chest and a pleated black skirt covers my bottom, with black pantyhose underneath; my long platinum hair tied into a ponytail. If I didn’t wait here for a while, the same thing would happen that always does – jerks staring at me, teasing me, bullying. I don’t really have friends who would help me; I don’t have any here at all. The best I can do for now is try to avoid everyone else.
My thoughts are interrupted by footsteps behind me, growing louder. I do my best to look in the distance and avoid eye contact, but when this person passes me, they turn. I see them stand there for a moment with the corner of my eye; a large and wide black boy, wearing what looks like the school’s sport jacket and track pants. “Hey, girl. How have I not seen you before?” he asks me, joyous tone in his voice. I turn my head to look at him, now seeing the details: short black hair, dark brown skin, wide and strong jaw. My eyes drift further down to his impressive body, wideset shoulders, proud sculpted chest, imposing even through his clothes. “I definitely would’ve noticed someone as hot as you, baby,” he says, putting his hand on his hip and pushing out his chest, making it an even more pleasant sight.
“Oh, uh, I just.. don’t stand out much.” I stammer out, trying very hard not to show how much of an effect the sight of him has on me. I turn my gaze away, but I can’t do anything about my now-flushed cheeks. He lets out a brief chuckle in response. “Well, to me it looks like it’s because you’re a *fucking loser*, aren’t you?” he asks in an insulting tone. Yet… I don’t take it as an insult, but as something else. *I’m a loser. He’s right*. The words echo through my mind, instead of offending, they comfort. Reassure. “I am a loser,” I manage to say softly, my thoughts suddenly even more scattered.
He slowly walks closer to me, stopping with his crotch really close to my reddened face. “That’s what I though,” his deep voice reaches deep into me, building a heat within my chest and crotch with every spoken word. “And does the dumbfuck-loser in front of me have some loser boyfriend?” he continues, his insults like gentle caresses of my soul.
I do have a boyfriend. A kind, gentle boy. There’s nobody in this school like him. “I-I do have a loser boyfriend,” I say meekly to him, feeling a strange, unknown before satisfaction from calling my boyfriend a loser. In response, the jock grabs the bottom of my head firmly – turns it to the left, the right, then to himself. “I don’t see that loser anywhere around. It seems like he’s not going to stop you now from doing what you want to do, right?” I stare into his eyes, lust starting to pound in my skull, making my hands and feet tremble. *Oh god! I’ve never felt this horny in my life!* I feel the need to answer him, but merely breathing is a challenge right now, and I can’t find the words I need to speak.
He doesn’t need my words though. His hand still grabbing my chin, he runs his thumb around my soft lips, then puts it inside my mouth, grabbing forcefully and making me move my head up and down. A sign of acceptance. Submission. “Ooh, you want it. I knew when I saw you, you were not just a loser, but a horny snow bunny, too.” He grins and immediately grabs my arm and pulls me up, a rush goes through my body when jerked like a toy this way. He puts one of his hands on my hips, then moves to grab my bubble butt through my skirt, and pushes me to move with him towards the exit.
With each step, each squeeze felt on my butt, I feel my smile widen. *Aah! This is happening!* The jock walks me to the entrance to the men’s room and pushes me inside. Immediately I notice, next to the sinks, 2 nerdy-looking guys, standing there and turning to look at me. I am pulled forward, toward the stalls, while the nerds look over me and the man controlling me, surprise painted on their face. Having approached the stall I am immediately pushed into it and I hear the doors close behind him as he enters as well. With my back turned to him, I take off the elastic holding my ponytail, letting my hair fall down my back, then turn to him with a radiant smile on my face and desire in my eyes.
He wastes no time on romantics I would enjoy though. His hands aggressively grab at the boobs hidden under my sweater. Clawing at them he quickly moves under it and raises it over my head and throws it to the ground. He looks at the black top I had under the sweater. “Too many layers for a slut,” he comments and rushes to take the top off too. I laugh at the quip, unable to contain my enthusiasm, wetness gathering in my panties. My pussy is preparing to receive what he has for me. With my bra now exposed, holding my round, perky titties, I reach back and unhook it, letting the straps fall of my shoulders and to the floor. He grins at the reveal of my perky Cs. “Why hide these titties? You should be showing them off, dumbfuck,” he snarls and wastes no time, as one of his hands wanders around my skirt, the other already pulling and squeezing my tit, as he kisses and sucks the other one.
*Aaahh!* I scream out in pain and ecstasy, feeling a hard bite on my nipple, and immediately catch myself. *Wait, are those nerds still out there, listening to this?* A part of my brain attempts to send me into a state of embarrassment, but it’s immediately interrupted by the rest of my body, which desires an audience. I look at him as he raises his head and meets my gaze. In a blink of an eye I feel a grip tighten around my neck, and his leg tripping one of mine, making me fall to my knees. I recover and look to the front of me and am greeted by a large, stiff shape prominently showing in his track pants. “Come on, slutbunny, ain’t this something you always been wishing for?” he asks me running his fingers through my hair, but his words don’t even reach me – I am fully focused on what’s in front of me.
I take a moment to examine it a little more, then with one motion pull down his pants – a large hunk of dark flesh whips out. *Oh. Ooohh!* I am fascinated. Entranced. Without hesitation my hands move to touch it, grab it, run my fingers down it’s shaft and feel the blood pulsing within – each pulse sending a wave of excitement down my body. I put my cheek to it, feeling it’s heat as it spreads down my face, giving me such blissful happiness. There’s no way it will fit in my mouth fully, but I do my best to worship it. Running my hands down from the base and back up, kissing and sucking the tip, licking down the shaft, savouring the mildly unpleasant taste.
After some time of this, he pulls my head back. “Enough. You’ve had your life’s wish fulfilled. Now it’s my turn to have fun.” He grabs me by the neck and shoulder, pulling me up, turning me around and pushing me toward the wall. I put my hands against the wall and present my clothed butt to him, giggling to myself in anticipation. *Do it!* With one motion he pulls down my skirt, pantyhose and panties down to my knees. I feel his hands squeezing my asscheeks, “goddamn, with that ass you were born to be a snow bunny,” he compliments me, a hard slap immediately following his words. *Ah!*
I close my eyes and brace myself, fingers move towards my wet pussy, roaming around the slit. I hear his booming voice, “shaved and wet.” *Ah!* He slaps my ass again. “looks like you’re ready to accept your destiny, slutbunny.” As he hodls my ass, I feel him rub the tip of his cock against my dripping pussy lips, then I feel an aggressive SLAM into them. *AH!!* A wave of pain hits me as he stretches my pussy, but still with not much of it actually managing to go inside. “Ah, I-it’s not going to fit!” I cry out in desperation. *It can’t end like this!*
The black jock slaps my ass again and in an assured voice says, “it will fit in a moment.” I don’t fully comprehend his words, before I feel another SLAM into my pussy, this time the pain being even worse, mixing itself with the ecstasy of the moment into a very confusing for the mind combination. After that, he thrusts again and again, each push more painful than the previous one. I scream again and again, their echo along with his grunts filling the men’s room as my pussy stretches and tears to accommodate the monster cock.
Many pounds and pushes later, I only feel him pushing against my cervix – filling my pussy as much as possible. The pain is still there, powerful, but it’s overshadowed by the overwhelming satisfaction I’m feeling as he fills every existing crevice of my pussy with his cock. I’m almost limp, my head resting on the toilet’s water tank, each thrust pushing me into the cold wall tiles. A moan follows a moan, which follows a moan, until they are interrupted as I’m pulled into a standing position.
He turns me towards himself and pushes me to my knees again. I manage to open my eyes, seeing right in front of me his cock, being vigorously jerked, as I feel a stream of warm liquid hit my eye. It keeps going, covering most of my face, but when the barrage stops my lover lets go of me and exhales deeply. His hand pats the top of my head. “Now you’re stretched well for our next time, slutbunny,” he says and leaves the stall, leaving me on my knees.
I lick some of the cum off myself, like some desperate creature trying to find sustenance in this foul-tasting liquid. I gather the clothes lying on the ground, and slowly make my way out towards the sinks to wash myself. I struggle to walk with my pussy torn and my skirt around my knees. I leave the stall and hold myself up by the wall next to the sink and notice something to the side.
The two nerd boys are still standing there, surprised at how much actually transpired here. When they see me, almost entirely naked and confused, without hesitation they pull out their phones. A few digital sounds of a shutter follow, as they smile at each other, clearly satisfied with what they just got. One of them comes up to me, holding myself against the wall. He grabs my tit and squeezes it harshly, giggling to himself, then looks to my face. “Be here in a week, around the same time. If you don’t… everyone will remember you as you look here, now.” A devilish grin spreads across his face; he doesn’t wait for an answer and immediately heads towards the exit with his friend.
Not how I expected today to go at all.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/e82apd/mffiction_experiencing_the_cock_of_a_black_jock
Nicely written hot tale. I very much enjoyed the interracial theme, although you didn’t overplay it like other writers would do. You treated it as a matter of fact with plain details rather than as a fetish. Very classy of you. Thanks for posting. ?