Part 1: White Moms, Black Cock, and Maddie's Smile
Chapter 1
Maddie Goldberg bounced her thick white ass on Reshawn Titus's black cock like she was tethered to it by an elastic cable. She moaned and ran her fingers through her wavy dark hair and slammed her body down and down and down onto the black man's rod. Reshawn guided her with his meaty hands on her hips, digging his fingers into her smooth pale sides and letting her round white ass recoil as it collided with his sturdy thighs.
"Ride my dick, you little whore-piece, ride!"
Throughout their youth, Maddie and Reshawn had just been drawn to each other. When Reshawn had first seen her newly-legal ass roaming the halls of their school, he wanted nothing more than to curl his fingers through the loops of her tiny pink shorts, yank them off and gape at the fleshy expanse of young white ass. There was no debating that her behind was spectacular. Every pair of pants she owned strained to contain what may have been the greatest ass in the world. On the days when she wore shirts that showed off her tight white midriff, you could behold in all its glory the curves that wound down her body and peaked at the soft jiggling roundness contained behind strained denim.
Reshawn knew immediately he was going to plow her for hours.
Maddie too had been drooling at her older ripped classmate. While it was known that the school let Reshawn stay around way past his age because he was such a star on the football team, Maddie had begun to wonder if it wasn't because he seemed to make every woman's thighs sticky and wet when they saw him working out at practice. When the sun was shining just right, and the sweat was glistening all the way from his big black shoulders down his hard ripped abs, Maddie found it hard to resist sticking more than a few fingers down the belt of her shorts and creating a big sticky mess in her pants.
Plus, of course, Maddie had noticed the bulge.
The school talked about it the same way they talked about anyone's hairstyle. Because, just like Maddie's pants all seemed inadequate at containing her own pulsing sexual figure, so did Reshawn's. When he wore shorts, the thick solid cylinder seemed to curl almost to risk falling out. Amongst the boys at the school, there was always a bitter kind of talk when it came to the subject. Reshawn took three gym classes each semester, and he spent much of it towelless walking around the locker room. The sway of his big black monster as he stepped was audible; even soft it looked threatening. Even worse was how, at times, seemingly unconsciously, he grabbed it in its midpoint, letting the thick fleshy penis slack in places, even. If you weren't careful in the locker room, you were likely to brush by him a little too close, and you'd be met with a warm bulbous fwack as the gerthy appendage grazed your leg.
Amongst the girls, Reshawn had sown his seed well enough that they feared not the warm pulsing scrape against an unsuspecting leg, but instead discussed the hard rapidfire pleasure that his fully erect cock could bring. There were of course the uninitiated, the girls who squabbled over which cute white boy had been looking down her shirt during Biology, but these girls seemed silly and childish when compared with those who had experienced Reshawn first hand. It seemed that once you had felt his thick fingers roaming deep around your flesh, felt him pawing your breasts and sliding down your curves until he shoved his massiveness so deep into you that you found a new spring of pleasure that you alone nor any white boy had ever even come close too--it changed you. And so when you heard of some girl wondering if Ryan or Logan thought she was cute, you smiled and knew that was a realm outside anything you would ever go back to again.
Maddie Goldberg transferred to the area during Reshawn's second senior year. From the moment her long white legs stepped onto the school grounds, every man and every boy eagerly waited to peer down the corner and watch that beautiful behind sway as she stepped into some distance.
Maddie wasn't messing around. When the wealthy urban teen moved with her family from the big city, she brought with her not only her mesmerizing shape, but also knowledge of fashion, culture, and sophistication that made her an idol for all the prettiest and most popular girls in the place. In a matter of weeks, under her influence, the social scene of her school transformed from one in which these pretty girls slutted up, got too wasted, then blacked out and fucked whoever was the closest male, to one where the girls dressed in sexy dresses, drank wine slowly, and now seduced a wider range of men, even from outside the school. Of course, Reshawn was still able to have any girl he wanted at his beck and call, but the other boys mourned the loss of their too cheap whores.
At the start of the school year, Maddie and Reshawn were fucking every day. She'd wrap her bare legs around his waist as he slogged into her in the men's handicap stall, her moans drowning out the second period bell. He splayed her legs in the backseat of his car while the school stood in a mass during a fire drill. He also drained his balls all over her face and chin in one of the secluded corners of the library.
Reshawn and Maddie were both too horny to ever consider entering a relationship. Reshawn spent Fall Break slamming into the pussies of two of the girls who worked at the grocery store. Maddie went through a fling where she was living between the sheets of an African Studies professor from the community college. However, no matter how much pussy Reshawn destroyed, and no matter how much cock erupted all over Maddie's ass, the two always seemed to come back to each other for mind melting passionate fucking.
And so, the entire school, and eventually they themselves, began to call them boyfriend and girlfriend.
Chapter 2
On a Sunday afternoon, Chaz Hartman and Roger Izaguirre sat in Chaz's room and worked on homework.
"This history paper is so dumb," Roger said, "Why are we going over the Civil War again? We did that last year; I know all this stuff already."
"Tell me about it," Chaz responded, "At least it doesn't take long to write."
"True."
"Hey, check this out," Chaz said, scrolling down his Facebook, "Maddie Goldberg posted some new photos."
He turned his laptop to his friend. True enough, Maddie's profile now displayed some new images from the night before. Titled "Pool Party", the photos showed Maddie in a tiny silver bikini, the tube shaped top pushing up her smooth modest tits, and the thin string holding together the bottom straining under the pressure of her bountiful glistening derriere. The photos showed Maddie swimming in a crowded pool under some strobe lights, dancing in her bikini up against some burly black men, and even a few of her leaping into the pool, her ass stuck out behind her in a mid-air, gravity defying freeze frame.
Roger rushed over to Chaz's computer to see the photos. They both spent a ridiculous amount of time admiring Maddie's behind, more so than any other pair of guys in the school. They had a folder on their computers of photos they'd saved from her Facebook, and they frequently opened it when they each needed some personal relief. In fact, as they scrolled through the pool party photos, each of them was already imagining taking out their cocks and wanking furiously to the round teen behind.
Chaz and Roger were both some serious virgins. Chaz was overweight, pudgy, with longish black hair. He was Jewish, and he attended the same temple as Maddie Goldberg. On holidays, when he'd see her there, it would take all he could muster not to bust a nut right there in the pews. But Maddie didn't even know he existed. Roger was thin as a nail, with a hunched over back and some bad acne. He was Mexican and was homeschooled by a tutor his whole life until high school. This meant he was extremely adept at math, though he wasn't as good at writing essays as Chaz was. His house was actually on the same block as Maddie's, and sometimes he would see her jogging in the mornings from his window. On those days, you could be sure he would have to churn one out before he left his room.
The closest the two dorks had ever come to pussy was on the screens of their well used laptops.
In fact, the two had no real females in their lives. Chaz, eager for pussy, tended to be too forwards and rude when he talked to girls, and so they all designated him a grade A creep. Roger was too shy and scared, and so no girl ever noticed he existed.
The only two women who ever seemed to speak to the two boys was their respective mothers, which may not seem like much. However, there was something very special about those mothers: they were both single and they were both smoking hot.
