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Chapter 4 My Full Initiation into the âSluthoodâ
My Sluthood commencement exercises ensueâŚ
âI need some hard cock!â Chantelâwho had been lying on the bed beside me masturbating while watching me get my double jolliesâyelled. âAt least two⌠and I need them real FUCKING bad!â
âThen haul your nasty slut ass in here and get âem,â Dâboneâs voice harshly demanded from the adjoining room.
Chantel was off the bed in the wink of an eye and I barely caught sight of her sweet naked ass disappearing through the doorway. I looked around Amirâs body and down the length of my own. Julie was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, her face glazed with my cunt cream, staring at me like she expected me to tell her what to do. Reluctantly releasing my oral hold on Amir, I employed the no-nonsense tone of voice I reserved for recalcitrant students. âYou heard Dâbone; there are six hard black cocks in there in need of slut servicing, and as good as Chantel is, she can only handle five of them, at the same time, all by herself.â Julie just sat there, blinking her wide blue eyes at me. âGet your nasty white ass up off that floor and go help her⌠SLUT!â
Julie scrambled up off the floor and dashed into the other room. I turned my head and rubbed my cheek against Nubianâs deflated cock. âNow, where we?â
âYou had just finished giving me a truly superb blow job, Mrs. Chapel,â Amir answered in his cultured English accent. âHowever, as you yourself just said, there are six more cocks waiting in the other room, and four of them cannot wait to do the nasties to their newest slut.â He stepped off the bed and held his hand out to me. âPlease allow the crown prince of Acillyname the honor of officially escorting you to your fate, dear lady.â
I smiled up at him, mostly because he suffered from the same linguistic affliction I did. Amir could spout the words and mouth the phrases, but âSuck my black cock, Slutâ would never resound with the same unquestionable authority that D-bone or Cannon possessed. Amir was nice and sweet and he possessed a really great black cock, but his royal linage and proper British schooling would never allow him to come off as a street thug.
âIâve never been officially escorted anywhere, let alone by a crown prince.â I took his hand and let him help me up off the bed. âBut, why did you term what awaits me as my fate⌠and in such a foreboding tone of voice?â
âThere is an ancient adage in my lands, Mrs. Chapel; one does not test the depth, nor the current of an unknown river with both feet.â
I rather liked the simplistic poetry of what Amir had just said. âYouâre saying I shouldnât be jumping into this head first, with my eyes closed?â
âNot unless you are a very experienced swimmer, Mrs. Chapel.â
âWell, Iâm not all that experienced⌠yet. But Iâm a fast learner.â I slid my hand in behind Amirâs elbow. âLead on, fair prince. Letâs go see if I can manage to keep my head above water, or whether my impending fate will end up drowning me for being a rash and impertinent slut.â
So many nice, hard, young black cocks to chose fromâŚ
Amir regally escorted me to the connecting door. I stood there and surveyed what awaited me. The playing field had been prepared with the opponentâs comfort in mind; the mattresses from the three motel beds, plus those from the six rollaway beds, had been laid out on the floor. At least I didnât need to worry about suffering and rug burns on my knees or ass. Chantel was kneeling in front of Dâbone, sucking his cock and Julie was kneeling in front of Cannon, her head tightly clasped between his hands, holding her immovable while he face fucked her.
The other four players were arranged in a semicircle on the mattresses, anxiously waiting me with four hard black cocks. Amir led me onto to the playing field and stepped away. I looked down the short line of young anxious black faces, then lowered my gaze and took in four hard black cocks, all aimed right at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and then cleared it. âOne more thing before this commences, guys; in school, I have steadfastly refused to address any of you by your street nicknames. But, for this, and this alone, I shall use your nicknames.â I forced a bit of strength into my voice, which, believe me, I didnât feel I possessed, all but stark naked in front of these naked black, hard-cocked ball players. âBut donât, I repeat, do not expected to hear them pass from my lips to your ears Monday morning. And you are to address me as Diane, or whatever else you think suitable this weekend, but Monday morning, itâs back to Mrs. Chapel. Is this understood?â
There was a chorus of enthusiastic, âYes, Dianeâ and I took another two steps toward them, close enough to to smell all four of them. The heady scent of their combined black masculinity made my head swim. âSince I donât know any of your street names, Iâm afraid youâre going to have to properly introduce yourselves to me. I might as well begin withâŚâ I reached down and took hold of the hard black cock to my right ââŚwith you, Leon.â
A ruggedly handsome young man, with thick curly black hair and a sculptured physique reminiscent of the Greek Gods, Leon was a slightly above average student and our elusive starting tailback. âThey call me Boner, Diane,â He said with a grin as I kneaded his cock with my fingers. I glanced down between us. His cock was long (8 inches) an inch longer than Dâboneâs, but not quite as thick as Cannonâs. âVery nice, Boner,â I said, fisting his steel-hard cock slowly. âBut someone should really consider changing your street name to something even more appropriate⌠like⌠Ram. Short for Battering Ram.â
Boner grinned and I released his cock as I wrapped my left hand around the next one in line; Russellâs, our 5â 11â, 220 pound starting left tackle. âItâs Phat, Diane.â