Born For It Ch 02

After my experience with Andre at the party, I knew that my life had irreversibly changed. My lifelong obsession with black men had finally been realized and I knew that there was no going back. It was what I was born to do, and I was going to do it no matter what. There were many risks, but they seemed insignificant compared to the primal satisfaction that Andre’s pounding black cock had satisfied.

I spent the weekend recovering from the party and the brutal fucking my body had received. But by Sunday, I knew I was ready for more. I wondered what school was going to be like on Monday, if anyone had seen us or any rumors were spreading. I figured we were pretty safe, but I was still a little worried that someone had noticed us disappearing together, or perhaps walked by the bedroom as I cried out as he impaled me on his hard black shaft.

Just thinking about the experience got me aroused, and masturbation only dulled the cravings temporarily. I had spent virtually the entire weekend after the party in seclusion, reliving the experience again and again in my head. It was mind-blowing. I had never been so satisfied, felt so self-indulgent, so confident in what I wanted. Giving myself to a black man was something I had wanted my entire life. To finally have it was absolutely electrifying. I wanted more. Lots more.

By Sunday evening simple masturbation was no longer enough. I had spent hours fingering my horny little pussy to images of black men and their big, swaying cocks. I envied every white woman I saw getting slammed by a nice fat cock, I wanted to lick the black cum from their faces, and I wanted to feel a black cock sliding up my ass. Andre, in satisfying my lifelong desire, had completely lit a fire inside of me. I knew what I had become. An absolute slut for black dick.

Sunday, 7:43 PM

I was sitting in front of my computer, checking through some email, when my phone rang. I looked onto the caller ID but I didn’t recognize the number.

“Hello?” I answered politely.

“Hey girl.”

It was Andre. I was so glad to hear his voice; my body immediately responded to the sound of its master’s voice.

“Oh hey Andre. I’m so glad you called.” I replied. I was very nervous. I hoped he wanted to see me again but I didn’t want to sound too slutty and scare him off.

“How you doin, girl? I ain’t heard from you since the party.” He said in a joking voice.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know if you wanted to talk to me after that…” I fumbled. I was surprised how eager I was to please him.

“Hell na girl. I want you to come talk to me right now.” He replied in a suggestive tone.

“Um, ok. Where are you?” I asked. God I hope he wants to fuck me.

“The gym at school, working out. Everyone else has left.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” I replied without hesitation.

I quickly changed out of lounging clothes and into my workout clothes. I often went to the gym to workout on the weekends for cheerleading, so my parents wouldn’t really suspect a thing if I went over there right now. I squeezed into my sports bra & training shirt and into a pair of running shorts. I rushed down the stairs and was headed for the door when my mother called out to me.

“Kat, where the hell are you going?” She yelled from the den where she was watching television.

“I’m just going to go workout. We have the competition next week and I need to get in shape.”

“Okay sweetie, just don’t stay too late.”

I rushed out of the door and into my car. I sped all the way to the school, and was delighted to see an empty parking lot outside of the gym. Taking my bag, I walked across the warm spring night and into the gym. The lights were bright, and much to my surprise, down on the court there were 2 people playing basketball.

Andre looked up at me from the court and waved. His friend, Marquis, did the same. Marquis was Andre’s best friend, and they had been so since elementary school. Marquis was the point guard for our basketball team, and was an absolute stud.

Neither Andre nor Marquis were wearing shirts, and their toned black chests glistened with sweat as their muscled rippled with their dark seductive power.

“Meet me in the weight room.” He yelled up to me, pointing to a side hallway off the court that a staircase behind led down to. I nervously walked down the steps. I hoped this wasn’t going to be difficult. I wanted to fuck him, but I didn’t know how to just come out and say so.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I turned onto the hallway he had pointed at. I realized instantly where I was. The boy’s locker room was immediately to the left. I had stood in this same spot many times, stealing glances at the hot young black athletes dressing and undressing, their thick cocks swaying behind towels and baggy gym shorts. I realized, with growing hunger, that one of my lifelong dreams was about to come true.

Marquis appeared from the door leading to the changing room. My body awoke as I took him in. Tall and strong, his black muscles shone with the glow of sweat.

“Hey Kat.” He said casually. “Did you need to get in the changing room?”

“Um, yeah.” I stammered. I didn’t know what to say.

“Well they locked the girl’s side. We got a private changing stall in our locker room you can use.” He offered, staring right into my eyes. I could feel him seeing right through me. He knew what I was and how I deserved to be treated. His flinty eyes looked down on me with a knowing gaze.

“Show me.” I said sweetly, smiling and batting my eyes. I knew I had a nice smile. My large puffy lips had always gotten men’s attention and right now I wanted all the attention I could get. Marquis had always gotten me wet, and I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to play with the promising bulge that was appearing in his sagging gym shorts.

He turned and walked into the boy’s locker room. As I followed him in, my body immediately responded to the invisible odor of the male body that permeated the room. I felt light headed as the pheromones of sweat and raw energy swept into my brain, stimulating all the desires that they should. Marquis glanced back and smiled knowingly. We both knew what was about to happen. I immediately realized that this was certainly part of an understanding Marquis and Andre had come to. Apparently Andre had declared open season for me with his friends. For a moment I was horrified at the prospects, but not for a second did I consider turning around and walking away from Marquis and his hot black cock.

Marquis led me through the shower room and around a corner. Their, built into the walls, was a number of “private” changing rooms. About as wide as a bathroom stall, they were covered by old green metal doors, and had a wide bench against the back wall. Marquis swung open the door and casually held it open for me. I stepped inside the dingy little room; I sensed him stepping in behind me. The door clicked shut behind him. I froze in place as his body drew closer to mine; the heat from his sweating black skin radiated warmth and intoxicated my senses. I could feel him breathing, the air coming down on my neck in warm, deep breathes that sent shivers down my spine.

I closed my eyes when his hands started to wrap around my waist and he pulled his crotch in against my ass. His hands rubbed down the outside of my running shorts, his fingers rubbing strongly against my wakening cunt. His lips moved down my neck, licking and kissing it softly as his hand stroked the growing fire in my legs.

A large black hand crept up under my shirt and grabbed hold of my one of my breasts. My knees buckled beneath me as he squeezed my erect nipple between his fingers and rubbed his large hand down the front of my tight jogging shorts. I buried my ass against his crotch, and I could feel his fat black manhood growing beneath. His lips ran down my ear and neck, sucking and kissing them heavily. I closed my eyes as his power overtook me. I fell forward, holding myself up on the shoddy wooden bench of the dressing room. Marquis leaned back as I lifted my ass into the air in front of him. He pushed a large hand between my legs and groped my hot wet cunt through my now soaked gym shorts. His body was covered in seductive, heavy sweat that sent chills through my body. He rubbed me through my pants for a moment and nearly brought me to an orgasm, my ass jerking in the air against the pressure and stimulation from his strong, powerful hand.

My eyes were rolled back in my head when I felt his hand move away. I hung in the air, eyes closed and taking in a deep breathe. My body was absolutely on fire, I needed his fat black cock right now. I glanced back over my shoulder and I knew I was about to get it.

Marquis stood, like an ebony god, behind me. A fat, sausage like cock bobbed in the air, framed by his dark, shining muscles and cold seductive stare. I bit down on my lower lip. I wanted to taste that black monster. I spun around and got on my knees in front of him. He looked down on me, half-smiling and half silently ordering me to do my natural duty. Looking into the eyes of a black man, it is hard to do anything but obey. I took his beautiful shaft into my hand and playfully licked the pulsing head. Holding the tip, I ran my tongue along the side and down to the base, where my other hand was fondling his hanging black balls. Pulling the shaft up, I applied my lips to his sack, and softly sucked his brimming seed-factory. The scent was magnificent, raw manhood filled my senses. I could feel his body moan as I licked his delicious balls and my stroking hand pulled a large drop of pre-cum out of his head.

I pulled my face from his crotch and returned to the pulsing black tip. A large drop of clear semen bubbled out, a sweet sample of the delicious fluid being concocted deep in his beautiful black body. I slowly kissed the head off his magnificent cock, tonguing the clear precum off and hungrily swallowing it down. I licked my puffy lips and opened wide. His cock shot into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed down all of his meat that I could and pulled out and took a quick gasping breathe. Back in my mouth his gigantic ebony prick went, and I hungrily swallowed down every delicious inch that I could. Marquis wrapped his large hands around the side of head and began guiding me down his cock, bouncing my little head up and down on his delicious black dick. I chugged down his cock as far as I could take it, massaging it with my throat and mouth, trying desperately to bring it’s hot cum to the surface. I had to taste his hot nut in my mouth.

Marquis let out a groan and leaned back against the door of the narrow changing room. I couldn’t help but feeling a deep thrill as I sucked him off in the boys locker room, the very home of all my cravings and fantasies. Long had I sensed the power and raw sexuality that emanated from the room; invisible pheromones that triggered uncontrollable lust and overwhelming urges permeated the room. But this time I wasn’t an unsatisfied observer, this time I was right in the middle of it. This was what I was born to do; I had never been so sure of anything in my life.

“You like that dick, don’tcha bitch?” Marquis whispered down at me. His grip around my head tightened and he began pushing his dick in and out of my hot, wet mouth. This was the first time I had been face-fucked, and I fell in love with it immediately. His fat black cock postponed in and out of my mouth, and my throat soon relaxed to welcome it even further. Marquis closed and his eyes and let out a loud moan as he unleashed his massive nut into my anxious throat. I felt his blasting cock began to pull out, but I grabbed on to his shaft and milked every drop into my thirsty mouth. The taste of his cum was divine, warm and salty and sated a thirst that was buried deep in my soul, a thirst that only the hot cum of a black man could quench. He unloaded blast after blast into my mouth and then pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot some more across my face for good measure. I closed my eyes and licked my lips like the dutiful little slut that I was.

“Look at you now, Kat. You like wearing cum on your face, don’t ya?” Marquis spoke down to me. I loved to hear him talk to me like that.

The door behind Marquis swung open. I was alarmed for a moment that we had been discovered, but I was delighted to see Andre standing behind Marquis. He was still shirtless, and my already soaked pussy screamed out at the site of his muscular chest and rippling ebony arms. Marquis stood, naked with his drained cock hanging between his legs, unashamed. I guess they had probably been taking showers in this same locker room together for years now and had little reservations about seeing the other nude. It was also altogether possible that this wasn’t the first time they had brought a girl down here to share. This would definitely work to my advantage.

“She likes wearing it in her pussy even more. Ain’t that right?” Andre said.

Marquis laughed and stepped out of the dressing room. “I bet she does. We’ll see you later, girl.”

Andre stepped into the narrow changing room. I noticed immediately that his cock was already rock hard underneath his gym shorts. He had probably been listening to me sucking off Marquis and eagerly awaiting his own turn.

“Show me that fine white ass of yours, girl.” Andre said in a low, commanding voice. I smiled and turned my back to him. I hooked my fingers into the elastic of my gym shorts and slowly worked them down my hips, wiggling my ass as the thin fabric slid down my sweating, hot skin. I had a tight thong that ran right down my toned ass, and it was soaking wet from my encounter with Marquis.

I glanced back at Andre as I undressed; His eyes were glued to my ass and he nodded in approval. As I bent down to step out of my workout shorts I felt his body press against my ass, his rigid cock was rock hard and straining against his baggy shorts. I closed my eyes and moaned as his arms wrapped around my waist and found my breasts, and he breathed heavily into my ears. The simple presence of his powerful ebony form was sending shockwaves through me. I could hear him pulling his own shorts off and stepping out of them as he pawed my breast with his free hand. He then moved down and began rubbing my throbbing clit through the fabric of my lacy pink thong. I was getting so hot I thought I was going to explode. The flesh of his beautiful cock rubbed against the inside of my legs. I wanted it so fucking bad I thought I was going to die.

“Please fuck me baby. Please fuck me.” I whispered breathlessly as his hands roamed my body, bringing every nerve to life and setting my desire on fire. He bent me over the narrow wooden bench that was the only furniture in the room. My ass was waving in front of him, and with a sudden jerk he pulled my thong down and it fell to the floor at my feet. His large hands grabbed my ass and kneaded the soft flesh. I parted my legs and cool air rushed over my drenched, aching twat.

In a moment, in one blinding thrust, his magnificent black cock was back where it belonged, buried deep inside my accommodating pussy. I screamed out as he penetrated me and sank his dick inside me all the way to the hill. My head bucked back and my eyes rolled back in my head as my tight box stretched at once to wrap it around his thick, invading member. For a moment I thought I would pass out from the overload of stimulation. It wasn’t painful, it was divine.

He slowly pulled his cock backwards; the large head rubbed every millimeter of my canal and sent waves of pleasure through my body. He pulled his cock all the way out of me, leaving me pussy gaping and empty for a moment before he slammed his cock back inside. The sensation was renewed with even more energy as he speared me again, and I screamed out louder. My cry echoed through the low-ceilings of the concrete locker room and through the depths of my high school. In ventilation shafts across the school, faint echoes of my screams seeped into the rooms where I sat in class everyday, where I was an innocent and model student day in and day out. It was fitting that this building had now encompassed the totality of my education. If there was one thing I had learned in high school, it was that nothing beats a footlong black dick fucking your brains out.

And that is exactly what Andre was doing. His slow thrusts gained power and velocity with each push. His hands wrapped around my butt cheeks as he slammed his beautiful cock in and out of me again and again, my juices squished as he fucked me for all I was worth. The narrow changing room echoed with the sounds of my pussy squishing endless juices around his powerful black cock, his balls slapping against me as he rocketed in and out of me. My eyes rolled back in my head and I drifted in and out of lucidity as he relentlessly pummeled me into an orgasmic state that defies description. All my fears and doubts vanished against the divine satisfaction that Andre was giving me. His hands mawed my body and slapped my ass as his intensity increased. We were nothing but animals now, we were both prime products of divergent evolutionary paths coming together and fucking like no one else could. I was born to bend over and take in his magnificent black cock. I was born to feel his seed blast deep inside my depths. I was born to swallow his suck his perfect ebony dick and drink his warm, precious cum. This was my fate, and I was one of the luckiest girls that had ever lived.

One orgasm after another crashed over me and I lost all concept of time and place. I screamed and I moaned, I bucked and I twisted on his ever-present, unrelenting black tool. Not for a second did he pause, and as my mind began to scatter and spots of color filled my vision, I felt him slow his pace and deliver a single, powerful, deep-penetrating thrust that pierced me all the way to my soul. His cock erupted inside of me, blasting a violent torrent of his fiery cum more deeply inside of me than I thought possible. I arched my head back and let out a primal howl as he unloaded his seed inside of me. Each thrust brought a fresh blast of cum and a new wave of pleasure. I was off the charts now and as he hand wrapped around my blond hair and pulled my head back. My body transcended pain and I was washed over with a feeling of pleasure so powerful, so overwhelming, that I knew what I was doing was beyond question. It was the only thing I wanted. It was what I was born for.

As Andre pulled his spent cock out of me I collapsed on the floor in front of him. I turned around, sitting my bare ass on the cold floor and wearily leaned back against the rickety wooden changing bench. My shorts and thong lay in a bundle on the floor at Andre’s feet. He stood there, towering like the god that he was over me. His black cock shone with my juices and his own, and they mingled together beautifully on his tool. I smiled up at him, unsure of what to say.

“Damn baby.” He said simply, sitting down next to me on the floor and leaning back against the bench.

I smiled and nodded. I was too satisfied to feel awkward or obligated to talk. Speech seemed like such a trivial way to communicate after what we had shared. I stared down at his beautiful lovemaking tool. I understood now why I had been always been so obsessed with it. Love welled up inside of me, and I knew that I should never let myself be ashamed of something so natural and beautiful. This was what I was born for, and I wasn’t about to let the judgments of society ruin it for me. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you Andre.” I whispered in his ear. He looked over at me and smiled.

“Shit baby,” He replied with a smirk. “We just getting started.”