Calming a Bull

Hey all you great readers, welcome back to the wonderfully sexual world of my stories. This will be a fun romp with very little plot. If you are in the mood please enjoy it. It should go without saying that all characters are above the age of 18. Please leave some constructive criticism

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Wilson gritted his teeth as he raised the bar off his chest for the tenth time. As he let the weight crash against the stand he took a deep breath and let his arms hang loosely to his sides. For what had to be the first time that day he felt the stress leave him. Wilson loved working out, it let him find peace in his constantly turbulent world. He especially liked working out late at night, when no one was around to bother him, it allowed him to just hear his own thoughts. Now can you imagine his surprise when he heard a soft woman's voice speak out from the void?

"Wow Wilson, that looked heavy," the feminine voice said feigning awe. Winston snapped up and came face to face with the source of the voice. In front of him was Lindsey, one of his classmates. Even in the low light of the gym, Lindsey was sexy. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders while her blue eyes sparkled in the light. Her body while not super curvy was trim and toned, which was something he could appreciate. Her nice figure was in a tight pair of shorts and a blue t-shirt. If he remembered correctly that was the cheerleader's practice uniform. He couldn't help but notice the nose stud that she wore as it reflected the light just like her eyes did. Wilson was so large he was almost her height while sitting, something that intimidated yet excited the girl. Lindsey was the type of girl who oozed sexuality and knew how to use it. "Mind if we talk?" she asked.

"Sure, what's up?" he asked.

"Please don't fight Kevin," she said exasperated. Wilson took a moment to register what she had said, he wanted to make sure he heard her right.

"You want me to not fight Kevin?" he asked questioningly with an incredulous look on his face.

"I was hoping you could just ignore him," Lindsey responded while batting her eyes.. Wilson wasn't having it and shut down all her hopes.

"Not gonna happen, Lindsey," he said sternly dashing her hopes.

"Ugh, and why not," Lindsey questioned her voice taking on its usual bratty tone. She wasn't used to a guy flat out refusing her, so she was a bit annoyed herself.

"He called me a nigger," Wilson responded flatly. Lindsey stopped dead in her tracks, realizing what really had started the fight. At this point, she knew that getting the much larger man to back off of Kevin would be harder than expected. She wanted to go find Kevin and personally kick his ass for even thinking something like that was okay. "Why do you care if I fight him? What is he your boyfriend?" Wilson asked.

"My twin," she clarified. Wilson looked at the girl then thought back to the skinny punk he was going to bury. He could see some resemblance but not a lot. "Don't stress yourself we're fraternal," she told him.

Wilson sighed as he continued to speak to Lindsey, "Look I know he's family and you've been cool to me since I got here Lindsey. But off of principal, I have to beat his ass." Lindsey heard the conviction in Wilson's voice, and she knew not a lot was going to change his mind. How could she change his mind? Her stupid brother Kevin thought it would be a good idea to call the incredibly large and incredibly jacked black guy in front of her probably the most derogatory name in the book. Lindsey saw what Wilson did to guys on the football field and wrestling mat, and that was just for fun. Now she imagined what he would do to Kevin with actual hate in his heart, every thought she conjured up wasn't pretty. Lindsey looked at Wilson and couldn't help but admire his body. He looked like he was carved from stone, with the way his muscles bulged out. His dark skin glistened with sweat underneath the lights of the weight room, giving him a glow that made him seem like some African War God. Lindsey felt herself get a bit wet as her mind quickly drifted to thoughts of what someone with Wilson's body could do to someone like her. What would it be like to be under the sexy black warrior? Lindsey blushed as she realized she had maybe one more chance to save her brother's ass.

Wilson watched as she bent over giving him a clear view into her shirt, showing off her perky breasts. "Wilson baby," she purred out, "How about we make a deal?" Wilson raised his eyebrow with interest, he knew where this was going. "My brother is a dumb fuck, I can't change that or how he made you feel. But what would beating his ass really do for you?" she stated.

"Make me feel a whole lot better, and teach him a lesson," he said calmly.

"And potentially get you suspended. We both know the school needs you on the field making us look good," she said in a syrupy voice. Wilson did not look too convinced as he sat there absorbing her words. "Plus wouldn't you have more fun beating something else up," she asked him while dropping to her knees in front of him. Time slowed as she took her soft hands and placed them onto his knees. Sliding both of her hands up and down his thighs she looked up to him and asked again, "Well wouldn't you want to beat something else up?"

Wilson looked down and as much as he wanted to take her up on her offer his cautious side was taking over. "How do I know that you aren't trying to set me up?" he said while trying to avoid moaning out. Lindsey had moved from just stroking his thighs to blatantly stroking his dick through his shorts.

With her eyes still trained on him she smiled at his cautiousness, she couldn't blame him. How many girls would gladly get on their knees for the guy who was going to beat up their brother? Lindsey reached into the waistband of her shorts and pulled out her cell phone. With a devilish grin, she activated the camera. "Hi my name is Lindsey and I'm about to willingly suck off Wilson here to save my stupid brother's ass," she said into the camera. Stopping the recording she handed Wilson the phone. "Send that to yourself, that way if I decided to fake something, you have proof," she told him. Wilson took the phone and gladly punched in his number. While he was doing that Lindsey noticed the bulge in his pants. Her mouth watered slightly as she noticed how thick it looked straining against his shorts. Reaching her hands up to his shorts she tugged at them, Wilson understood and lifted up allowing her to access her prize.

Each inch that the shorts traveled down caused Lindsey's jaw and eyes to open up wide. Lindsey was far from a virgin, actually, she was close to being the school slut but even her well-traveled body shook as Wilson fully show his manhood. Lindsey took the organ into her hand and gasped at how heavy it felt. "Jesus," she said low. In her hands, she held a certified cock. Like the rest of Wilson, it was a dark brown color, teetering on black. Like the rest of him, it was intimidatingly big. Lindsey wished she had a ruler to measure it, but to the best of her knowledge, it had to be at least seven inches, maybe eight. While the length was impressive the girth was the real star of the show. It was thick comparable to a paper towel roll, yeah that was it. It looked like the cardboard paper towel rolls that she would often throw away, only this was topped by a thick mushroom cock head that looked like it was ready to spear her.

Lindsey felt in a lustful gaze as she looked at the mighty instrument of procreation in her hand. With something more primal and ancient driving her face close to it. Instantly the smell of his sweat and the cock itself hit her nose, usually, she would be repulsed but not today. She didn't have the right to feel repulsed with such a specimen in front of her. She breathed in deeply allowing the smell to turn her on and did her best to plunge the cock into her mouth. Lindsey was able to get a bit passed the head but that's where she stopped on the first pass. With the head firmly in her mouth, she ran her tongue around it enjoying the salty yet sweet taste of the fleshy treat. Sadly she withdrew it from her mouth and looked up at him. "God you could kill a bitch with that thing," she said excitedly.

"So I've been told," he laughed. Lindsey looked back down, her resolve kicking in to conquer the monstrous cock. The head was covered in her saliva and was oozing precum. She didn't know if it was her lust-fueled mind or what she did but it seemed like the cock had grown a bit bigger and thicker. Reestablishing her grip, she plunged forward again. Her second attempt at devouring the cock went better than the first. She was able to get past the head and even further down. Something prideful was driving her to get pushing more and more of that cock into her throat. Eventually, she stopped her ascension and slowly backed off of the cock, sucking in her cheeks along the way. When she reached the base of his head, she started forward this time going a bit faster, as she reached the bottom she reversed course. Each pass over the cock found her adjusting more and more to its sheer size, while her enjoyment rose too.

Wilson found himself moaning as Lindsey worked his cock with her mouth. He had his fair share of blow jobs, and Lindsey was slowly shaping up to be one of the best, based on her sheer enthusiasm alone. The gurgling and smacks she made was a beautiful symphony that only proved to turn Wilson on more, which gave his dick a bit more life. Eventually, Lindsey couldn't force herself down on the cock anymore because her jaw was too sore. Letting most of the engorged organ out of her mouth she chose to suck on the head. At this point, Lindsey was sure that Wilson had grown a bit more, which excited her. Lindsey felt herself get excited as Wilson moaned as she treated the large head as her personal lollipop.

Wilson couldn't take it anymore and grunted as his hips twitched. Lindsey's eyes shot open as her mouth started to fill pretty rapidly with Wilson's thick baby batter. She had blown a few guys and when they came, it was fast and something she could swallow. Wilson was not like those guys. Each spurt of cum that shot from Wilson was a thick spoonful that coated her mouth in a salty flavor. Something deep inside of her mind was compelling her to keep swallowing as Wilson showed no signs of slowing down. Lindsey was able to handle the first few waves of cum, swallowing it gladly, however, the sheer volume overtook her. Backing off of the erupting dick she let the final wave splash on her clothes, creating white splotches on her blue shirt. Wilson's dick deflated slightly, still looking monstrous as Lindsey sat on her knees looking up at him. At this point, Lindsey was pondering her next move. Wilson was an impressive physical specimen, with a cock to match. Looking at the best part of him she thought about what that thing would do to her. Was it possible for a girl to get resized by a dick?

While one part of her was asking that ridiculous question, another part took control. With a gleam in her eye, she started peeling off her shirt, revealing a pink sports bra that was being pushed out by her hardened nipples. "So Wilson, how about you fuck me up instead of my brother?" she asked while peeling down her tight blue shorts. Wilson saw the pink panties she had on, and the noticeable dark spot, she was definitely excited. Wilson was not gonna be one to turn down free pussy, especially from someone like Lindsey.

Rising up off of the bench he looked down at her while his cock slowly came to life. "Bend over the bench," he commanded while walking around her. To emphasize his point he pushed her down letting her torso rest on the bench, while her tight ass was displayed to the world.

"Ooh forceful," she purred as she spread her legs.

"Oh you like forceful huh?" he asked while gripping her hips. Taking his cock into his hand he rubbed the tip against her moistened pussy lips.

Lindsey purred in satisfaction as she responded to Wilson, "I love forceful, and it looks like you can be very forceful. I need you to ruin me," she said while looking over her shoulder. Wilson smiled and threw the plans to go into her slowly out the window. With the tip of his cock nestled into her loins, he brought his other hand to her hips making sure that she could stay very still. With one powerful thrust, he pushed into her, forcing a moan out of her mouth. "Oh yes," she yelled out. Even though she was excited Lindsey didn't realize that Wilson got maybe a quarter of his cock into her. While her mouth had been willing to take him in, her lower lips weren't as welcoming.

"Fucking tight," he growled out as his dick was being gripped by Lindsey's pussy, it felt like Wilson was fucking a virgin. With the size of his dick, she might as well have been. Shifting his hips back, his cock pulled out of her, but he shot into her spearing her a bit more this time. Lindsey once again moaned out at the aggressive treatment. This time the behemoth didn't wait nearly as long before continuing his pace. Wilson's strokes were powerful, each one shaking her tight body with the force of an earthquake. He was so focused on taking out his frustrations on her that he didn't notice her body shaking in his midst. Never had someone treated her like this like an object meant for pure pleasure. The feeling was magical and it forced her to convulse as an orgasm ripped through her. Her hips jerked and spasmed as she fought against his grip, but he didn't relent. "Someone's enjoying herself," Wilson joked as he worked himself into a respectable pace.

"Oh yes, fuck yes I am," she moaned out as her upper body crashed to the bench. Her face now lazily sat where Wilson once sat. With her ass still up in the air, she relaxed and let her favorite fuck toy continue to pound into her. "Oh yes, fuck yes, keep going. Fuck yes, fuck me with that big black cock," she kept moaning out as a bit of drool came out of her mouth. Her cries of pleasure were all the fuel that Wilson needed. He kept pushing in and out making her squirm. Licking his thick lips he thought of something fun. He brought his hand up and brought it swiftly to her firm cheek. The supple flesh rippled while Lindsey screeched in pleasure. "Oh yes, like that more, more," she panted. Wilson smirked at her response and the way her pussy tightened around him. With express permission, he once again brought his hand down rocking her other toned ass cheek. Lindsey let her eyes roll in pleasure, she was definitely enjoying the treatment from the man, no the God that was fucking her.

Lindsey was moaning in total bliss, as Wilson pounded into her. The thrusts alone were one thing, but the sting of his hand on her ass was driving her towards the edge. "Oh God, yes please please keep going I'm so close," she moaned. Wilson smirked as he stopped his slaps but continued his thrusts, making sure to go deep into them. He reached his hand around her thigh and braced his arm against her stomach. Leaning down he pressed his chest to her back while burying himself into her. With his weight pressed firmly against her, he guided the two of them down to their knees. Lindsey found herself with her upper body on the bench and her ass up a bit hire, while Wilson still had his arm against her. Allowing her a second to adjust, he slowly rocked his hips with shallow thrusts. As he started he let his fingers find her engorged clit, and lightly played with it. Lindsey couldn't take it and felt her hips surge. What she was feeling now was a completely different feeling. Wilson was a skilled manipulator who teetered the line between teasing and completely fucking her. The way his thick cock spread her to her limits, collided with the pleasure of having her most sensitive area teased.

Wilson felt Lindsey shake under him, this time it was more intense. She gripped the bench and screamed out, "Oh fuck, I'm fucking cumming. God damn it, I'm cumming." Wilson laughed at her as she shook with pleasure, her hips thrashing as she temporarily lost control of her body. Taking his hand from between her legs he moved to rub her ass as she came down off of her high. With a heavy breath, she turned her head to stare at Wilson. "That was amazing," she panted out, while her pussy still pulsed against his cock. Wilson continued to rub her ass while staring down at her. While he had fun fucking the girl, he wasn't finished.

"Just hold still Lindsey, I gotta cum another time, I think that's fair," he said his smooth baritone voice coming out as he started back up. Lindsey felt sensitive but allowed the man to have his way with her body. Turning back around she smiled as Wilson continued. He didn't waste any time building his speed up. He didn't care that much about her pleasure at this point in time, to him, she was something of an object to use. With both of his hands around her waist, he plowed into her. Each time his hips connected with her ass, as the entirety of his length speared her body. Like a well-oiled machine he kept an inhuman pace, shattering the poor girl below him. "That's it sexy, take this cock. You're the one who wanted it to save your brother," he yelled as he kept up his pace.

"Oh God yes, I'm taking it. I'm taking it," she screamed.

"You like taking this cock? Huh? Fucking answer me," he commanded.

With a shaking body and quivering legs, she responded with lust-filled enjoyment, "Yes I love taking it, I fucking do."

"You gonna give me this pussy every time your racist ass brother pisses me off?" he asked while he continued. By this point in time when he pulled out, he also pulled her towards him, effectively using her as his own personal sex toy.

Lindsey's eyes essentially rolled back into her head as she moaned. "Yes, yes, yes. You get this pussy whenever he does. God, you can have it. Fuck him and fuck me," she purred out. For some reason, her agreeing to the arrangement sent him over the edge. Pulling out a thick load shot from his cock and sprayed onto her back and ass cheeks. The globs felt hot as they hit Lindsey's back and rolled down. Wilson moaned out and rested back onto his knees, as he caught his breath. Lindsey pushed herself up off the bench, and let herself come back to her senses. The two looked at each other their brains filled with endorphins, and they shared a unique thought. They hoped Lindsey's brother would be racist one more time.