Cheering For Black

Cheering For Black: A Story of Gang... er, um "Team" Spirit A collaborative effort based on a fantasy by 'Coach Jenny'. Written by RMS, Charles, and Coach Jenny. Chapter 1 - The Opportunity Jenny could barely contain her excitement. The coaching job offer from a upscale school in Illinois was almost too good to be true. Rob, her husband of ten years shared her excitement and encouraged her to take a shot at it. With the Chancellor holding on the telephone for an answer, Jenny had no more time to wrestle with her decision. As much as she loved her home of Georgia, the opportunity to coach a winning college cheerleader squad was too good to pass on. "Chancellor Brown, I accept!" Jenny almost screamed into the phone with the excitement of a teenage girl. "I'll be on a plane Monday. I look forward to meeting you." It was a dream come true for this thirty-something strawberry-blonde athlete from the deep south. Looking like a woman ten years younger, Coach Jenny Carter almost looked like a coed and could easily pass for one of her own cheerleaders. After only three days on campus, she was turning the heads of quite a number of the young male student population. She was both flattered and embarrassed by all the attention. Her husband loved to hear her chatter about her day at the dinner table each night. He was as happy as she was with their new home and her new job. Coaching cheerleaders is coaching - regardless of where you do it. What made this job better for Jenny was the caliber of the girls she had to work with. Nine gorgeous, athletic and talented girls were going to make a winning squad in the next cheerleading competition and they would be the showpiece of ever sporting event. What Jenny wasn't quite prepared for was the stark contrast between the "North" and the "South". Sure, she knew the undercurrent of racism that kept a grip on the southern white people would never allow them to grant blacks full equality, but she wasn't prepared to see the liberated - almost flagrant mixing of black men and white women - that she observed through her office windows every day. She was taught to be nice to everyone, regardless of color, but keep the relationships distant. She was a little shocked - yet somewhat curious as she watched the hand-holding and open kissing between black and white students on campus. She was even further shocked to learn that two of her girls, Dianna and Terry were dating black men and the rumors abound that several others may be as well. Chapter 2 - The Plan The coach learned quickly that Terry was the "unofficial" leader of the pack. She seemed to exert an enormous influence within the group and was the person Jenny had to win over in order to suceed. One afternoon after practice Jenny and Terry shared a shower and talked about "girl" things. She couldn't help but take notice of Terry's tall, slim build, the long brown hair she usually wore in a ponytail, and firm B-cup breasts. Her fair complexion showcased her piercing blue eyes. Even as good as Jenny looked she was jealous of Terry's body. What Jenny didn't realize was that Terry felt similarly. When she looked at Jenny's full but firm breasts, and tight, flat stomach, she hoped that her body would be in as good shape when she reached her thirties. Terry thought that it was a shame that such a fantastic body was wasted on a white-boy. "Can I ask you a question?" Terry asked as she toweled off and dried her hair. "Sure" Jenny smiled, drying off and slipping her full, breasts into her jog-bra. "How long have you been married?" "Well, about 10 years." Jenny replied, "right out of college." Jenny paused, thinking that perhaps this was her chance to ask Terry about the rumors about her boyfriend. "How about you, Terry? You have a boyfriend right? I heard he plays basketball for another school." Terry's beautiful smile widened as she turned to her coach and replied. "Yeah, Doug is my boyfriend. He's really cute too, broad smile, hard dark body - like the color of a piece of polished onyx. That is what you were fishing for right? You were wanting to know if my boyfriend was black?". She giggled when she said it, hoping to jerk her coach's chain with her flip attitude. "Does that bother you?" "No..." Jenny responded. "I ...ah... just like to get to know my girls." "You curious about black?" Terry grinned, playfully tormenting her conservative southern coach. "Ever had it? You know, the rumors are true..." Jenny blushed several shades of red as she tried to deny her true feelings. "No, like I say, I just like to get to know my girls." Jenny said hurridly dressing herself. "I'll see you next week." She said, rushing out the door while Terry finished dressing. She could not believe the girl's boldness! No, she had never been intimate - or even close with a black man. But she could not disguise her curiosity. The thought had crossed her mind on several occasions when she lived in Georgia but it was something you dared not confess to anyone. And when she moved to Illinois, and saw the interracia fraternizing on her campus, her feelings grew stronger. She was sure that Terry saw right through her thin facade. What Coach Carter didn't know was what Terry's reaction to all this was, and she wouldn't find out for a few weeks... That night, Terry met her boyfriend for dinner, and told Doug about her conversation with Coach Carter, including the details of what Jenny looked like in the shower. She told him everything that went on in her life. Terry began fucking Doug while in high school. She had become a black cock slut for him and continued to be his although he went to the school where a basketball scholarship had lured him. Doug was heavily into white girls and thought that every one of them should be addicted to black. He never missed an opportunity to "turn" someone - which Terry knew and accepted. Only the week before, Doug had told Terry he wanted to "turn" her whole cheerleading squad and he wanted her help to do it. Terry loved the idea and set about a plan to make it happen. "I know you can arrange it for the girls," Doug told her. "Hell, half of them already love black salami. But what about your new coach? She's one hot bitch that I wouldn't mind getting a piece of. Think you can set her up too?" Terry didn't know her new coach all that well and told him she wasn't sure. But the more Terry thought about their conversation in the locker room, she was convinced that Coach Carter needed to be a part of this... whether she wanted to be or not. Terry and her boyfriend Doug hatched an ominous plan that night, and it would have an immediate and everlasting affect on her squad of cheerleaders and her own life as well. The perfect opportunity was coming at month's end when Doug's team was scheduled to play the team from Terry's school. Doug already had things working at his school, involving his teammates and some of their cheerleaders. He needed Terry's help to inform the black players on her school's team and get all the cheerleaders into the locker room after the game. It was such an exciting concept... Terry was thrilled at the prospect of creating this orgy, it turned her on ... possibly even more than it turned on Doug! After dinner that night, Terry and Doug went to his apartment and discussed the plan in more detail. Without even being asked, Terry began to undress, baring her beautiful lithe body to her black master. "What do you need me to do?" she asked, submissively. "Well," said Doug, "why don't you suck my cock for a while." Doug went on to describe more details of the plan that Terry needed to put together, while she unzipped his fly and pulled his thick black cock out of his pants. "Baby, you know those girls are gonna like it, and my boys are gonna be all over those lily white asses!" Doug chuckled. "mmmm" Terry groaned, Doug's cock filling her hot, soft mouth. "Yeah, maybe even I will get me some of that Coach's ass... she's one fine bitch. That body was built for black cock!" Doug said, staring into his girlfriends beautiful blue eyes. "Yes, I'd like to see that baby," said Terry, pulling of his cock and standing up. I'd like to see you shove your thick black cock up into her... she needs it!" Then, playfully pulling at his 11 inch dark member, "but I'll need it first, now!" Terry jumped backwards on the bed, spreading her legs out, so that Doug could see her glistening pink pussy. He wasted no time, jumping over her, and shoving his cock deep inside her body, pumping her again and again... "This," he whispered in her ear,"This is what each and every one of your girlfriends will be getting... especially that Coach." He hammered into her, harder... "It won't be that easy baby," Terry whimpered... her eyes fluttering at the forceful pounding and near-orgasmic pleasure Doug's thick black cock gave her, "she is married." Doug laughed as he rammed Terry harder, pushing her over the edge and giving her yet another incredible orgasm..."No ring is going to stop her from succumbing to this... Is it?" Doug said, shoving his cock into Terry, again and again, rubbing its thickness against her clit... "No baby.... she'll love it..... she'll love it!!" Terry screamed. "I LOVE IT!! YES!! FUCK ME!!" Terry and Doug had a serious fucking session as they mulled over plans on how to get all of the cheerleaders into the orgy they were organizing. As Doug's thick black shaft pumped deeply into his girlfriend's wet cunt neither could understand how any white girls wouldn't want what they had together. And with as many white boys as Terry had fucked in her short life, none even came close to making her as crazy with lust as this one hung black stud. They continued for hours that night... so fueled by lust for what they were going to do. The next morning, as Terry showered and washed the sticky semen from her body, she plotted about how to go about setting up the party. Terry's friends - her fellow cheerleaders were all hot babes. They were as different in looks as in personalities. Not all would be willing to participate in her party... at least not right away. Terry figured the easiest thing to do was to talk to the girls who would most likely be willing participants, and/or those who could most easily be convinced. The first person she decided to talk to was Dianna, a cute short-haired blonde, with great legs and a nice, tight round ass. She also happened to be the girlfriend of Wes, one of the black studs on the basketball team. Terry figured that this connection would help her spread the word of the 'party' faster. Dianna liked the idea of the locker room gangbang, and told Terry that she was sure that Wes would help get the team together. Her only stipulation was that she and Wes would be 'exclusive' at the party, only having sex with one another. Terry agreed, after all, there was going to be plenty to go around. So, while Dianna and Wes went about contacting the players, Terry continued down the roster of cheerleaders. Next, Terry talked to was her best friend on the squad, Courtney, a raven-haired beauty with pale, lightly freckled skin. Although she was engaged to a white jock, Courtney had been a bit of a party girl in the past. And recently, after becoming engaged, had once expressed a desire for one last fling before getting married. Terry decided that this could be the leverage she needed. She talked to Courtney over lunch at the mall, and told her of her plan. "Oh my God Terry! That's wicked!" Courtney said, half screaming, her crystal-blue eyes wide with suprise. "All those men? I don't know, that's a little much." "If you want to pass this up, its up to you, " Terry said, sighing, summoning up her best reverse psychology, "I guess you're right. Maybe it is time for you to settle down and be a nice proper little wife." "Hey, just wait a minute!" Courtney said, "I didn't say I wouldn't do it... I just said I'd have to think about it." "All right then, " Terry said, mustering up the huskiness of her voice, speaking lowly... slowly..."think about it.....think of all that hard, BIG, black cock....think of what it will feel like pounding in and out of your body. Still think its too much?" Courtney's chest heaved as her imagination ran away....and Terry had her first 'recruit'. The next girl Terry decided to talk to was Leah, a remarkably voluptuous fair-skinned exchange student, with a mane of wavy dark red hair. She looked very innocent, and her lilting Irish accent seemed to support this image. But Terry knew better, this girl was wild! Leah was always game for anything that would rebel against her strict Catholic upbringing. In fact she'd already fucked several guys on campus, including a couple of black guys. But when Terry told her about the plan, her emerald eyes sparkled with the kind of lust that most people could only imagine.. She was happy to be included. The more girls Terry talked to, the easier things seemed to fall into place. She went to Jackie's house and talked to her while she lay in her tanning bed. Jackie was keen on the idea, and Terry was not surprised at that. Jackie was the kind of tight-bodied girl whose green eyes just screamed 'wild thing'. Her exact reaction to Terry's proposal was to throw open the tanning bed,brush her long blonde hair out of her eyes, and say "hell yes!". Terry knew that Brandi was a very curious girl - about everything actually. She'd tried other girls already and seemed to be pretty hot on the idea of trying a black cock for the first time. She readily agreed to the plan - providing there was no objection to her getting it on with some of the girls too, including Jenny. The only 'surprise' obstacle was Holly. She was game, and had fucked black men before, but she had an important condition. Even though raised in the South, she never acquired the typical Southern attitude about blacks and seemed especially excited at the prospect of the locker room orgy. Her exposure to black men and boys began very early and her stunning good looks, long, blonde wavy hair, green eyes, tall slim build, and husky Texan accent caught the attention of every man she met. If attention were gold, she would have already been a millionaire. But because of her racist background, Holly was very careful not to let anybody in her family know that she liked black men. But ever since the she had gotten into college, Holly had a hell of a time getting enough black cock inside her. Holly's big problem was her twin sister, Tracy, who was attending college with Holly, and shared an apartment with her. Like Holly, Tracy was stunning, with exactly the same build, voice, face, and hair. Unlike Holly, Tracy was very conservative, and also very racist and had no use for "niggers" (a word she never hesitated to use when in all-white company). This resulted in it being impossible for Holly ever to bring a black man, or men, home with her. Holly had long thought that it would be so much fun if she and her twin could lay guys together... especially black guys. . The thought of black cocks pounding into her racist twin excited Holly... but Tracy's racism would prevent it from ever happening. Holly told Terry that she needed to change her sister's attitude once and for all, and that this "party" would be a perfect opportunity to do so. Terry wasn't sure how to pull that off but she promised she would. Now all Terry had to do was to take care of these holdouts. Chapter 3 - Heather Tracy, Heather, Becky, and of course the coach, Ms. Carter, would NOT be willing to get together in this party. Heather was a total lesbian, Tracy was prejudiced, Coach Carter was married, and Becky... impossible. Becky Kelley was the kind of 'fantasy' girl that made her seem impossible to get blacked. She was very generously built, but in shape, with large firm breasts and a full, tight ass. She had long, wavy, shiny blonde hair and big blue eyes. She had a great tan, not to dark, but not to light. She also happened to come from a very wealthy, very conservative, and very rich family. So, naturallly she was filled with prejudice and arrogance. Religious and conservative, she was a virgin, even though she was engaged to be married, and even though the ring on her finger had to be worth a small fortune. This girl was not giving it up easy... not even to a blueblood whiteboy. Terry felt a particular desire to watch Becky get gang-fucked. She felt is was something that everyone would love to see. There was no way Terry was going to be able to seduce this girl... her conversion would have to be through more forceful means. They'd have to leave her until 'the party'. Terry thought about Jenny too, and figured they'd have to wait for her conversion that day as well, for the same reason as Becky. But Heather was a different story... Terry knew how to bring her in willingly. Terry knew of Heather's lesbian lust for her. Although she didn't consider herself bisexual, Terry had a healthy view of sex and did not see anything wrong with women loving women. And Heather was a very attractive woman, nearly the same height as Terry, with shoulder length dark brown hair, porcelain skin, steel grey eyes, and a killer bod. Several other girls had told her how they had seen "the look" in Heather's eyes when she watched Terry cheering... and showering Now that her weakness was known, it was a simple matter to take advantage of it. Terry saw Heather the following day and during a break between classes cornered her in a lightly traveled corridor. "Heather, love, I have a proposition for you," she began. "We need to become better friends. Why don't you come over and tonight and skinny dip in my pool with me. My folks will be at a dinner party. It will be so cool." The time agreed to was 7PM and Heather's excitement could hardly be contained. It had just turned dark as Heather arrived at Terry's house. As planned she went through the back gate and around to the pool where the object of her lust was waiting. Terry was laying nude on a float gently stroking her pussy with her eyes closed. She didn't hear Heather approach nor did she hear her slip off her shorts and tank top just prior to jumping in the pool. The loud splash and water spray alerted her to Heather's arrival but she didn't stop caressing the fleshy fold between her legs. "Let me do that for you," Heather whispered breathlessly as her face floated within inches of Terry's body. "I'm very good at that." "So I've heard," Terry replied. "Is it your mission to lick every cheerleader twat in school, Love?" "Yeah, something like that," Heather grinned as she pushed the float and Terry to the edge of the pool. "Let's go over to the chaise and show you how I do it." With the bait taken, the girls climbed out of the pool and walked over to the lounge chair sitting under a halogen security lamp over the garage back door. Terry laid down on her back and pulled her long, beautiful legs up and apart to open her wet pussy for Heather. The bright halogen beam glared off Terry's pale skin and illuminated every single follicle of her body hair. She almost glowed before Heather's hungry eyes. Terry slowly dragged her hands up across her breasts and teased her nipples to hardness so the lesbian beside her could see just how big and hard they could become when aroused. Heather drank in every sight and prepared to serve herself the tasty morsel laying before her. "I've been waiting so long for this, Terry." Heather said, staring deeply, boldly into Terry's big blue eyes. Terry watched intently, as Heathers beautiful, trim, porcelain body kneeled between her legs, and her pretty face moved down between her thighs. Terry closed her eyes as the hot tip of Heather's tongue lightly brushed her stiffening clitoris an soon she was being devoured by a new and hungry lover. Heather's talents produced several orgasmic peaks for Terry - quite a surprise for the cock-crazed coed whose whole sexual existence centered around a hard black cock shaft from boyfriend. But all pleasure aside, there was a point to all this. As Heather lapped away at Terry's pussy, she worked her long nimble fingers between her legs and rubbed her own. As she did so, a pair of eyes in the bushes watched those fingers... and that beautiful white ass lit by the moonlight. It was time for him to work his magic... Doug had been standing in the shadows watching the girls from the very beginning. Heather didn't notice at first, not until she felt the strong, muscular male hands on her ass. She turned around, and her mouth fell open in shock... Dough stood before Heather and Terry in stark nakedness holding his black manhood in his hand. As he gently stroked it to keep it hard, Heather's eyes were locked on it. She'd never in all her life felt anything like what she was feeling about this cock... Heather barely heard Terry's introduction, so entranced was she by this huge black cock before her eyes ...she just watched lustily as he positioned Terry on her hands and knees upon the chaise. "Oh God, Doug," she said breathlessly. "Give me some cock-cum to go with Heather's tongue job! Heather, watch this. You can't believe how fucking good Doug's cock feels." With that Doug gripped his cock tightly and pulled the ridge of foreskin back to penetrate his girlfriend with the exposed purplish head. Terry tugged her ass cheeks apart with both hands and Heather watched hypnotically as the first inch of Doug's glistening black shaft separated Terry's puffy white cunt folds and disappeared into her steaming hot hole. Soon Doug had his hands kneading her heavy 34B's and pinching her nipples as he rammed his dick head against her cervix. Terry rolled her eyes and let her mouth hand open as if to beg for a cock in the mouth as Doug pumped her closer and closer to the cock-cum she had begged for earlier. Heather stood close and watched the girl she had just gotten off take the biggest blackest dick the had ever laid eyes on. Dicks had never interested her all that much, but she was mesmerized by the image she saw. The pink lips of Terry's delicious cunt were spread apart in such an obscene way and gripped the monster cock so tightly. The shiny black shaft was covered with the sweet cream she had tasted minutes before and the thought of maybe just "trying it once" crept into her mind. With two more hard, deep thrusts Terry pulled Doug's trigger. Heather saw him stiffen his back, tighten his ass- cheeks and unload a hot load of cum deep into her friend's vagina. Doug stepped away and let his cock fall free while Terry tightened her cunt muscles and expelled blobs of thick, white cream onto the chaise. Heather watched intently as she stroked herself to another orgasm. "Fucking awesome!" is all she could say when asked by Terry what she thought about what she has just seen. It was at this point that Doug and Terry told Heather about the party they had planned. She was particulary excited to learn that Coach Carter would somehow be enticed to the party. The sexy coach had caught her eye the moment she first walked in to the Athletic Department offices on campus. With very little prodding, Heather agreed that she would participate in the after-game party and even said she would "probably" try some black dick just to say she had. "Why wait?" Doug asked, walking towards Heather, his cock stiffening again. Heather was a little scared... she moved back slightly, looking to Terry. Terry just smiled, wickedly and said "Do it Heather. You have to, its incredible! I promise!" "I... I don't know.... now? I mean.. I just..." Heather stammered, staring at Doug's erect cock. Terry rose from the chaise, and sat down by Heather. She looked deeply into the girl's eyes and then kissed her deeply... all the while laying her back, with her legs, in the pool. Doug, meanwhile, jumped in the pool and positioned himself at the edge, preparing to enter Heather's tight pussy... Terry pulled away from Heather, leaving her dazed. When Heather regained her composure, Doug was rolling her over on her stomach and pushing his cock head into her tight pussy. "Oh...I've never done this..... I ....oooohhhh OHHHGOD!!!" Heather cried as Doug's cock stretched her pussy. Doug worked his cock deeper and deeper into Heather's cunt, picking up his pace and thrusting faster. Dough roughly turned Heather over, to watch her tight white titties bounce up and down with each of his powerful, deep thrusts. Heather began to moan loadly, extacy. Terry thought it best not to alert everybody in the neigborhood, and moved to straddle Heather's face, to recieve another tongue job. The tightness of Heather's pussy, combined with the sight of his girlfriends beautiful ass bucking on her face, was more than Doug could bare... he pulled out of Heather's cunt just in time to spray her soft white belly, and Terry's tight ass with his thick, sticky semen. He climbed out of his pool and watched as his girlfriend turned around on Heather and engaged her in a 69. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, saying, "I think you can handle this for the rest of the night." He gave her a peck on the cheek, grabbed his clothes and left the girls to their devices... Chapter 4: The Twins The next morning, Terry showered thinking of how she could get Tracy to show up at the locker room after the game. But if Tracy wasn't there, then Holly wouldn't show, and Doug wanted ALL the girls there. There was no way Tracy could be tricked into showing up, she was to smart, and to much of a goody two-shoes. She didn't like parties, especially with obnoxious bimbos and 'nigger lovers' like the cheerleaders. She was very much 'daddy's little girl' in that respect. She had a strong dislike of black people, and hated the thought of them being with any white girls. Terry could not figure out how to overcome this obstacle... until she remembered some stories that Holly had told her. Holly and Tracy, like most twins, loved to play 'switching games' when they were very young. Terry also knew that over the years, Tracy and Holly had drifted apart. Tracy had always had a bitter, superior attitude towards Holly. Holly always seemed to be the apple of her daddy's eye, sporty, athletic, a cheerleader, popular, promqueen.. the whole nine yards. What's more, her daddy never believed rumors about his daughter's conduct that were spread around town. Tracy's jealous attitude made her very suspicious of her sister.... and it was almost certain that she suspected her sister's love of black cock. But what really got Terry's mind working towards a plan was when she remembered a fight that she'd scene between Holly and Tracy... a fight in which Tracy expressed a hope that one day her sister's 'sluttiness' would get her into serious trouble. All of these factors, these almost hateful attitudes, would make Tracy very susceptible to manipulation. A plan began to form, but she'd need Holly's help. The setup would have to take place in the apartment that Holly and Tracy shared. She found called her after class and talked to her. "Okay, this is the plan," Terry said quietly, "Tracy works at the hospital right? An intern or something? Does she work Friday?" "Yeah..." said Holly, "she's studying nursing, and she's interning at the hospital Friday afternoon, and she gets home at about nine o'clock." "Perfect!" said Terry, "When she comes home she comes home that night, she's going to see something interesting... she's going to see you getting fucked by some black studs!" "What!" Holly said, in disbelief, "are you nuts? She'll call our folks and they'll disown me! I've told you about my parents, what they think of black men with white girls..." "But Holly," Terry said, "What if it wasn't you who was fucking black men... what if it was Tracy... what if you could 'prove' that it was Tracy?" "What do you mean?" Holly asked.... "Remember how you and Tracy used to trick people into thinking that she was you and you were her?" Terry explained the plan further. Holly could barely contain her excitement. It would work! *** That Friday, after Tracy went to work, Holly set about getting things ready. She took the phone cord out of the wall, and hid the phone. She removed the lightbulbs from the lights in every fixture in the front part of the apartment. She fixed herself a quick dinner at about six, showered, and went into her sister's room. She dressed in some of her sister's most conservative underwear, and then put on one of Tracy's spare white uniforms. Then Holly got the video camera that Terry had loaned her, and set it up in her sister's closet. Next, she set up a second camera tripod (her own) next to the bed and left it in the room. She took her own camera into the front room of the apartment and waited. Soon, the doorbell rang. She turned the camera on and went to the door, hitting 'Record' she filmed the door as she opened it and greeted the 3 large, black, muscular men who stood before her. They were all black, all muscular, and all smiles as looked into Holly's video camera and said "Hi Tracy. I see you're ready for us!" When Tracy got home Friday night, tired from a busy evening at the hospital, the apartment was dark. "Hello, Holly? You here?" she called, pulling her coat off and undid the top buttons of her white nursing uniform. She reached for a lightswitch... flicked it, but it didn't come on. She listened closely The only sound she'd hear was some squeeking, grunting, and moaning. "Hmmph!" Tracy thought to herself as she tried another lightswitch... no effect, "I guess I've finally caught Holly entertaining a 'guest' of hers... slut!" It was then that she realized that the sounds of passion were coming from her own bedroom, not Holly's! Tracy slowly crept towards her room. The hall outside the room, like the rest of the apartment was pretty dark... thus making it easy for Tracy to 'conceal herself' and spy on her sister un-noticed. Holly and the guys had made this even easier by leaving Tracy's bedroom door wide open, with the light from Tracy's desklamp giving a subdued, but ample lighting to the events taking place on her bed. Events which, Tracy saw, where being filmed by Holly's videocamera. But the thing that really got to Tracy was what she saw on her bed... HER bed, with her favorite childhood stuffed animals... on HER bed was her sister, Holly... with a black man! Tracy watched in awe as her tall, identical twin sister arched her back on the bed, bucking her slim white hips into the thrusting nigger's pelvis. Tracy was disgusted by the sight, but found herself unable to look away. The lighting of the room seemed to highlight the beautiful contrast of their bodies... Holly's flesh almost glowed, while that of the man fucking her was so very, very dark. In fact, his flesh seemed so dark in that light, that Tracy could only make out the details of his musclued chest and abs because of the shine of the sweat that ran over them. Sweat which dripped down onto her sister's naked white form...a form identical to Tracy's own body. Tracy watched as her sister's firm young breasts bounced violently in time with the thrusts of the big black, and the squeeking of the bed springs. Tracy couldn't believe what she was seeing.. her own sister, fucking a big nigger! Why? How could she do something like that? Suddenly, the black man bellowed loudly, pulling out of Holly's well-fucked pussy and shot his load all over her stomach, tits, and Tracy's bedspread. As Tracy watched the black man pump the cum from his hard cock, letting it drip all over hers sister's body and her own bed, she could not help but notice his size. Tracy, while conservative, was certainly no virgin. But all the guys she dated had been white... and did not have cocks near this guy's size. This shining black staff had to be 10 inches long at least. Then it made sense... this guy had a big dick. That's why Holly was with a nigger, cause this one had such a huge cock. Well, at least she didn't let him cum in her. Just when she thought it was over, Tracy got an even bigger surprise. The black man backed away from the bed and her sister got on all fours, with her face at the foot of the bed. That's when a second black man came forward, stroking a cock just as big as his counterpart's. Tracy watched in amazement as her sister deftly took the cock in her mouth... it was a bizarre spectacle. Seeing her twin, her physical duplicate, her sister's soft white face with a huge black cock between her lips. She watched as the giant black ran his hands through Holly's long, sweat-damp blonde hair.... that's when Tracy noticed something peculiar. Holly normally let her hair hang over her shoulders... but right now, she was wearing her hair in a pony tail, styling it the way Tracy liked to style her own hair. Then Tracy noticed something else... "Why is Holly wearing my hair clip?". Suddenly, Tracy felt a pair of hands on her shoulders... she screamed, only to have one of those big hands cover her mouth. The other arm encircled her waist and carried her into her room... where her sister was still sucking the second black man. Holly looked up and saw her sister, she pulled her face away from the black cock, taking it in her hand, and pumping it... keeping her black master happy while she talked to her sister. "Hi!" Holly beamed, careful not to use her sister's name, "glad you could finally join us. Did you like the show? Did you like watching your sister take on these fantastic black studs? You wanna play now?" Tracy, terrified, but still muffled by the 3rd black man's hand, shook her head violently. "Oh, honey, that's too bad," Holly frowned, still careful not to use Tracy's name, "see the boys and I are having a little party and we WERE hoping that you would join us. In fact, I think you're going to join us whether you want it or not!" The men chuckled as Holly said this... then one spoke, "Hey, Tracy," he said to Holly, "Why is your sister wearing your nursing uniform? I thought she was a cheerleader or something..." Tracy's eyes went wide with confusion and terror... she tried to scream, but couldn't....what was Holly doing? "I don't know" Holly said, "but I don't think that you should be wearing those, Holly." "STRIP HER! she commanded.... as the second black man went to the video camera and turned it off. The third black, D, finally let go of Tracy and she fell on the bed, next to her sweaty, well fucked twin. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" she screamed at Holly. "You can't fuck these niggers like this! It's terrible! You think I won't tell mommy and daddy?" All of them laughed at Tracy's indignance. Holly grinned wickedly at Tracy, turned to Michael (the guy at the video camera) and told him to rewind the tape... "Show Tracy what we've been doing!" "I'm not watching your tape! That's disgusting!" Tracy yelled. "Funny, you seemed pretty interested in watching it a minute ago, " D chuckled. "What do you mean 'my' tape?", asked Holly, "it's your tape, TRACY". Everybody laughed...again, everybody but Tracy. "Wha...what do you mean?" Tracy said, confused... but by the time she finished the question, she saw one of HER nursing uniforms laying on the floor in tatters. She looked around at the semen on HER bed, in HER room. She looked at Holly, HER twin, wearing HER scrunchie in her hair... and remembered when one of the men had called HER sister, HER name. "See," Holly explained, "if you even THINK of telling mom and dad about my sex life, they'll get this tape in the mail.... the tape with these BIG black studs calling me "Tracy" and telling "Tracy" how good she is at sucking black cock, how good she is at taking it into her tight white cunt, and how they've been wanting to get YOU out of that nursing uniform for so long..." "YOU... You.. wouldn't... you couldn't!" Tracy stammered. "I COULD TRACY, you racist little bitch!" Holly shouted, "I WOULD, but I won't... if you agree to my demands." Tracy knew that she may have no choice... she looked into her sister's lust filled eyes. "What... what do you want?" she asked. "Well," Holly said, sighing, "I'll give you the tape if you keep your mouth shut about my sex life..." "Deal," said Tracy, "give me the tape." "Not so fast," Holly said, "there's another... complication. See, D there has not had any fun tonight... you walked in before he got his turn!" Tracy looked behind her at the third black man, D, the one who had carried her into the room, the one who had been dressed, the one who was getting undressed at that very moment, pulling his muscle shirt off his lean, chisled, chocolate-brown torso, over his shaven head. He grinned at her. "NO! You can't mean..." Tracy shouted... "but their niggers!" "STOP THAT!" Holly shouted, slapping her sister for insulting her black lovers. "Now, now, " Michael said stroking his cock, "no need to smack the bitch around. If she calls us niggers then maybe we just need to teach her not to think like that when she sees a black man. Maybe she'd be better off thinking of this..." Michael stroked his cock and pointed the head up towards Tracy's face. Tracy glanced down...staring at Michael's massive black cock pointing at her.... trembling... she finally snapped herself out of the lustful trance. "So," Holly smirked, "you DO think of it... you DO want it! Don't you Tracy? You're a slut!" "NO!!" Tracy said, "That's not true!" "Give it up," Holly said, "it's really wonderful. LOOK at their cocks Tracy! SEE how long, and hard, and thick they were? Didn't you see the power of their thrusts... How can you not want that, Tracy? How?" Holly's soft voice had a calming effect on her sister. Tracy stood up and turned to look at D. By now, D was nude, apart from his tight BVD's... with a LARGE bulge in the front. As tall as she was, Tracy's eye level only came to the middle of D's hard chest. She looked up from his chest, into his straight, hard, black face. His eyes stared into hers with a remarkably disciplined, controled lust, as he worked his long black fingers over the buttons of Tracy's blouse. Tracy shivered as D moved his large black hands under the fabric of her blouse, gently pushing it and her white jacket off her shoulders. She staid still, letting the shirt and jacket fall off her arms, to the floor. Still staring into his eyes, she gasped as D placed his powerful black hands on her sides, gliding up and around to her bra clasp, releasing it. Then, without a word, D placed his hands on Tracy's shoulders and gently pushed her to her knees. Finally, Tracy's gaze fell from D's eyes to the stretched fabric of his underweard... right in front of her face. Tracy had an almost out of body experience.... watching her own hand reach up hesitantly, slowly... to the waistband of the black's underwear. Slowly, she snaked her white fingers over the waist band, and began to pull them down in the front...Holly watched intently as Tracy lowered D's skivvies. She couldn't wait to finally see her sister cured of racial prejudice... in the most fun way possible! Holly and the two other guys watched as Tracy came face to face with her first black cock. She gasped as she reached into D's underwear, pulling out an 8 inch SOFT black cock. She stared at it, as if in a trance, and slowly began to lovingly pump it.. watching it grow in her tiny white hands. Suddenly, Michael whispered something to Holly, causing her face to form a wicked smile. Holly got on her knees next to her sister, and began to talk to her... "See it Tracy? See how beautiful it is?" Holly said, "Take it in your mouth... its incredible!" Silently, Tracy did as her sister suggested, taking the big black cock in her mouth and sucking it in. As erotic as the events were, there was still a part of Tracy that was disgusted by what she was doing. There she was, a tall, pretty, intelligent blonde woman, belittling herself by sucking a black man's cock. But it was now only part of her that was angry and disgusted, physically Tracy was very aroused. she even unknowingly dropped her hand down to her groin to rub herself through the thin white material of her slacks. Tracy then realized that her Holly's hand was already there, rubbing her, as she whispered "Suck it Tracy, suck that big nigger's cock... you love it don't you? Swirl your tongue around his head" Holly watched her sister closely, as her pretty white face bounced up and down on D's enormous cock. Her pretty blond pony tail bounced on her back as she bobbed up and down, taking more and more of his length into her mouth. Holly rubbed her sister's shoulders and continued whispering instructions... Tracy's racism was slowly slipping away, being replaced by rampant lust. Finally, D spoke. "Okay, that was pretty good prep, bitch," D said, pulling away from Tracy's mouth, "now its time to get some of that sweet white pussy!" Holly immediately pulled her sister to her up off the floor, and then dropped to her knees, working her fingers into Tracy's waist band...yanking her pants down around her sister's ankles. Holly left her sister's soaked panties on... evidence of her incredible arousal. The sudden movement, and the constriction of the pants around her ankles caused Tracy to topple backwards onto her bed... Tracy looked up to see the erect black cocks of the other two men who were standing above her... instinctively she grabbed one in each hand and started pumping. Holly stood behind D, kissing his neck as he looked at the beautiful white prize that lay before him on the bed. "Look at dat!" D said, watching Tracy pumping his friends' cock 9793 1.56/512345