------JESSICA------
I learned two things from my experience with the "basketball team".
I needed to be more careful about agreeing to do things sight unseen. And I needed to do that again.
I had blacked out somehow right after I had all my holes filled. That was the part I was excited to try. Obviously it was difficult with the largest fucking cock on the planet slamming into me. He was hard enough to take by himself, the rest of them inside of me was overwhelming.
The way James described my behavior after I blacked out was insane. I sounded crazed, like my mind was broken. A starved slut begging for black cock. And they way my body shut down but Charles still fucked me? Yes, it was fucked up, dangerous, scary and indicative of the kind of guy he was. But holy shit was it fucking hot too. At the very beginning of the experience I realized that I didn't need to do anything to please them, they would use my body how they saw fit and that was pleasure enough.
Also, and I hate to say it, but with my very VERY Christian upbringing comes with a certain shade of bigotry. It was never outwardly stated by anyone in my life, but there was also kind of an unspoken racism baked in to the culture. I never really liked that part of it, and never held any negative beliefs about other people. But still, there was something about being nothing more than a toy for black men to use that felt so naughty.
The days after my gangbang black out were rough. I was sore, tired, and dealing with the emotions of the situation. James was incredibly sweet at this time. He let me stay in his bed, bought me some new clothes, and basically just tended to me for a couple days. I didn't have classes, so I was happy to spend some time recovering.
I never told him that when he left for classes, his roommate Dean would come into the room and use my sore and aching pussy. James was being so sweet, I didn't want him to think I was still slutting it up when I should have been resting. Luckily, Dean was being nice too and texted Kappa Phi so I could get his 5 remaining stars for the week. Sure he fucked me multiple times, but I justified it by saying at least I got something out of it.
Besides load after load of cum behind my boyfriend's back that is.
I could sit here and tell you all about the many many adventures I had at college. And maybe someday I'll dig into some of those. But suffice to say, James and I grew much closer throughout our experiences together. I discovered just how much he enjoys the humiliation, despite what he says. And I discovered just how much I loved it when he watched me get used, and how much I enjoyed making him cum all over himself by playing with his mind.
I also went back to the Basketball team a few times, and maintained consciousness throughout. I still visit them these days. There's different people there now of course, but there's something too enthralling about being passed around by a group of black men who don't give a fuck about me.
Travis was the one constant throughout my time at college. I fucked the Dean of the school, Mr. Mayhew, a few more times when he requested me. I fucked Phil, James' bestfriend (And best man, we'll get to that.) a lot too. James and him hung out a lot and I would make little surprise visits when he was over so we could all have a nice time.
But I fucked Travis multiple times a week for 4 years straight before James ever entered me. We had some strange connection from the first time we had sex, and it only grew over time. He filled me in the perfect way, fucked me in the perfect way, and I even took immense pleasure in taking charge, pushing him down, and riding his cock.
Kim wasn't happy at first. I mean, as unhappy as she can be. She's always chipper and keeps a bit of a wall up. But over time she accepted the connection Travis and I had. And she accepted what she was too. She had said she enjoyed watching because it pleased her man, but she took a separate pleasure in it too. I was riding Travis once when he said, "Goddamn Kim you'll never ride my cock like this."
That was the moment Kim realized she was a cuck too. Some part of her, like James, loved watching someone fuck her man better than she can. Not long after that we would have nights where Travis and I put on a show for our sweet cucks, and they'd masturbate next to each other while they watched.
I think those nights really set our future in stone. I loved James. And Travis loved Kim. But we couldn't live without fucking each other. Kim and Travis got married a year or so after I met them. And while Kim had initially said that Travis would stop having sex with other women when they got married, it became obvious that wouldn't happen. We enjoyed each other too much.
Anyway. We should probably talk about how James FINALLY lost his virginity. And just keep in mind, he likes the humiliation. We had graduated college. 4 years of hard work and insanity finally paying off. We moved into a larger house with Kim and Travis. We spent so much time at their house anyways it just made sense. Save on bills and have good dick on tap? Yes please!
So, my sweet James lost his virginity on our wedding night. And what a night it was.
The day of the wedding I was preparing with my mother in the bridal suite at the chapel. She was finishing with my hair when a knock came at the door.
"Oh gosh, I bet it's your father, he's just been going crazy all day thinking about his little girl getting married." She said, dropping a lock of hair and going to answer the door.
"Oh! Hello, Sir!" She said with a tone I recognized from Kappa Phi, I turned to see our visitor.
Phil. James' best man.
"Hello miss Bedrose, I was hoping to speak with Jess for a moment." Phil said, as respectfully as he could.
"Of course, Sir! I just finished her hair though so don't be too rough." She said, knowingly. My mother gave me a sly smile before exiting the room and closing the door behind her.
"I wanted to get you before you got the dress on, think I got here just in time." Phil said, a devilish grin on his face.
"I'm sorry, Sir. But I'm to be a married woman. I need to stay pure for my husband." I said curtly, turning back to the mirror I was sitting in front of.
Phil was already unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the ground. I kept my gaze fixed away from him, teasing him, poking him in an effort to agitate. It worked.
"Ain't married yet. Open up, sweetheart." Phil said, approaching me with his hard cock right at mouth level. He grabbed my perfectly done hair and guided me to his cock. All defiance immediately left my body. There's something about aggressive men that just makes me melt.
GLUK GLUK GLUK
I throated Phils cock, feet away from my hanging wedding dress. I looked up to my soon to be husbands best man as he fucked my face, maybe 30 minutes before I would kiss him with the same lips. So fucked up. So goddamn hot.
"God I'm gonna miss this fucking throat, Jess." He said, throwing my head back and forth before pulling me from his dick. Saliva trailed from my mouth and on my chin.
"You can still use my throat when I'm married, Sir. Despite what James thinks." I said.
"For real? He said you were gonna wrap all this up?" Phil said, seeming confused.
"That's just what I told him. On some level though, he knows I need real dick." I teased, circling the head of his cock with my tongue.
