This is the story of how one high school teenager fucked all the pussy he ever wanted to.
Maxwell King was a high school student with money, good looks and too much free time. He transferred to Milligan High School when his father was promoted. Good old dad was a sales rep for a software firm that handled government contracts. He traveled a lot and was rarely in town for more than two days in a week. His guilt caused him to overspend on things for his son. He used the additional salary from his promotion to by a luxury home in a Cleveland suburb and gave Maxwell the master bedroom. He also gave Maxwell a Cadillac Escalade and an American Express card.
Luckily, deep down Maxwell was a good, kind hearted kid. In fact some people considered him to be rather boring. He wasnât into alcohol or drugs. When he wasnât playing football or working out he was reading in a library or at home watching WKRP or sports. He didnât even have a girlfriend to waste his money.
For an all-state linebacker he was very low key. Only a few people on his team, and his math tutor truly knew him.
His math tutor soon became his best friend. Her name was Kennedy Chang. She was a cute senior at the high school who liked to wear big baggy sweat clothes. Maxwell had never seen her outside of those baggy things. He thought she might have been trying to cover up a weight problem. Maxwell really liked her eyes. She had inherited the deep inviting pools of brown from her Chinese mother. She kept the light brown hair she inherited from her White father cut about four inches below her neck. Her smile, like sunshine, could make a dark alley look like a park at 11am.
Kennedy had only two friends. Maxwell and Jenny. Jenny was a another Asian student at the high school. They were together most of the school day since they shared all their classes.
But outside of school Kennedy tutored Maxwell three times a week and even came by the house on some Sunday afternoons.
But there was one thing about Maxwell that no one knew. No one at all. If most men had was Maxwell had they would scream it at the top of their lungs and made sure every one knew. But Maxwell was a truly humble man. He really thought that for most women size didnât matter. But Maxwell was about to find out just how full of shit a lot of women are.
The truth about Maxwellâs gigantic fat black dick was about to hit the fan. See this wasnât just a garden variety big olâ dick. If NASA could design a dick Maxwellâs fuck tool would be the one. It was a footlong pussy punisher, covered with frighteningly thick veins and ridges. Maxwell was born to spread tight twats open and fill gaping holes up completely.
Silly Maxwell thought most dicks were just like his. This is what happens when responsible sex education is kept away from the youth of our country.
***
Francis was home from Cleveland State University. The house was empty except for her blabber mouthed freshman sister Cindy. The year wasnât nearly over yet and Cindy had already become the Milligan High School queen of gossip. She listened in on Francisâ phone conversation with amusement
Francis slammed the phone down. She had just found out that her college boyfriend Peter had cheated on her again. Francis was crying when her little sister came up behind her and hugged her.
âYou should just dump him,â Cindy said âheâs a loser. Rumor has it he fucks crackheads.â
âI always get my heart broken. Time after time I kept taking him back. I kept believing his apologies until now. Itâs over!â
Cindy had an idea. âCâmon lets go for a drive.â She grabbed the keys to dadâs corvette out of Francisâ pocket. Francis really wasnât in the mood to do much of anything but she agreed to go any way. Cindy was a pretty good driver for someone without a license. After a few minutes they arrived at Milligan High and got out of the car.
âDoesnât Peter hate football?â Cindy asked.
âYeah, He thinks all football players are stupid morons. Especially the black ones.â
âThis coming from a man who fucks crackheads and pledged a fraternity where you have to get branded on the ass to get in.â
They walked up to the football practice field. There was one man running laps on the track. âSee that guy right there?â Cindy said while pointing at Maxwell.
âYeahâ
âHis name is Maxwell King. Heâs an all state linebacker. He has a 3.5 gpa., an Escalade, a gold card Is 6â 3â. Has no girlfriend or babies. Practically lives alone in what may as well be a mansion. And is kinda cute.â
Francis took a moment to admire his muscles and his ass. âWhat are you getting at?â
âThis is the type of guy you should go out with. Itâs sure to make Peter jealous.â
âBut... heâs blackâ
Cindy was shocked at her sisterâs uncoolness. âGod Francis! Racism is so seventies. This is a nice, harmless man. You just might be surprised at the fun you could have with a nice guy.â
âWhy donât you date him?â
âI only date seniors.â
Francis began to be intrigued with Maxwell. He was cute. He had handsome muscles. Going out with him once couldnât hurt. It would be just the thing to put Peter in her past once and for all.
âHow do you know that heâll go out with me?â
âHave you looked in the mirror lately? I guarantee you that when he is done with his workout he will come right up those stairs and ask you out. You wait here. Iâll get us a couple of cokes.â
Cindy ran off. Francis stood waiting.
***
Another mile and Iâll be done for today
, Maxwell thought to himself. As he ran past the door to the locker rooms he thought he heard a voice.
âPsst. Câmere Maxwellâ
Maxwell thought he recognized the voice. He walked toward the door and saw Cindy âCanyonmouthâ. Maxwell knew that Cindy controlled all gossip in the school.
This canât be good.
âWhatâs up?â Maxwell said.
âYouâre about to do yourself a favor. Thereâs a girl at the top of the stairs waiting for you to ask her out.â
âWho?â
âMy older sister Francis. She just dumped her boyfriend and needs a nice guy like you to show her a good time.â
âWhy me?â
âWell, reason one is that youâre a nice guy. Reason two is I know you aint dating. And reason three is you owe me a favor.â
âHow do I owe you a favor?â
âRemember that kid who left the team and whose starting spot you took over.â
âI do. There was a rumor going around that he was gang raped by some Canadians last summer and was in a gay porno flick.â
âIt wasnât true. I just spread that rumor to get him out and you in.â
âWhy?â
âDammit you ass. He sucked! I want the best for my school. Which is you.â
Mabye I do owe her a favor.
âYouâre sure you want me to date your sister?â
âHave I steered you wrong yet?â
Well, I guess not.
âI guess it wont hurt to ask someone out for once. Iâve just got a few more laps to run then Iâll climb the stairs. What does she look like?â
When Maxwell turned toward Cindy for an answer to his question she was already gone. Maxwell finished his workout then walked up the stairs where Francis was waiting for him at. She was standing against a wall wearing a white tank top and a pair of tan shorts. Maxwell thought she looked like a stereotypical California beach girl. She had bright blonde hair and he guessed that her breasts were about a C cup. She had long, firm, tan legs. Her eyes were blue and she had a cute looking little nose.
He wasnât quite sure what to ask her. âDo you go to school here?â he said.
âUsed to two years ago.â
That was enough to break the ice. They struck up an awkward conversation and when Maxwell finally got around to asking her out she accepted. Tomorrow night they would see a movie and go to Francisâ favorite restaurant.
***
When classes ended on Friday, Kennedy went running thru the school hallways. She was hoping to get a ride home from Maxwell or maybe just hang out with him at his house and rent a movie. She managed to catch up with him just as he was getting into his SUV. âMaxwell!â she yelled.
âHey Kennedy! Need a ride?â
âYup.â Kennedy climbed in on the passenger side. âWhat are you up to tonight?â
âIâve got a date with a college girl.â Maxwell said. He had a slight grin on his face.