Chapter 3
Emily Stevens struggled to open her tired eyes as the bus jolted to a stop in Nashville. The early morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow across the seats. Tyka, her roommate, stirred awake beside her, soft curls brushing Emily's neck. For a moment, Emily wondered if the previous night's events--wild and debauched--had been a dream. But the musky scent of her damp panties and the sticky evidence in Tyka's cum-soaked underwear confirmed the reality of her Black Cock Revelations.
Stepping off the bus, Emily fell in line behind the players, Tyka, and Dre. She paused to give Coach Mack a playful shoulder squeeze and a murmured "thanks," sashaying past the older Black man with a sway of her plump freshman ass. Mack's eyes traced her delicate curves, his massive cock twitching in his pants. He imagined pounding her as fiercely as he'd taken her sissy boyfriend's ass, unbeknownst to her, of course, a smirk curling his lips.
Exhausted, Emily and Tyka barely spoke as they rode in Tanisha's car from TSU--the HBCU where the bus had stopped--to their affluent West Nashville neighborhood. "Talk to you later, girl. Love you," Emily said, hopping out into the rising sunlight. She slipped her key into the lock, easing the front door open with a faint creak. She'd come home early from college to surprise her mom, Andrea, but a grimy sedan in the driveway--not her mom's sleek SUV--threw her off. It had to be Tina, the housekeeper. Dropping her backpack on the kitchen counter, Emily caught a sultry bassline thumping from her parents' bedroom. With her dad out of town, Tina was apparently making herself at home.
Peeking into the fridge, she spotted cheap beer and White Claws, on the counter as well were two empty wine glasses, rims stained pink with lipstick. "Tina, you little party animal," Emily muttered, grabbing a water bottle. The music pulsed louder as she took a sip, shrugging off the odd vibe. Her mom was likely out--church work or the gym--giving Tina free rein. Then a low, guttural moan cut through the air, raw and desperate. Emily's pulse quickened. A deep grunt followed, rhythmic and primal. "What the hell?" she whispered, setting the bottle down.
Sneakers silent on the hardwood, she padded toward the hallway, expecting to catch Tina in a trashy hookup. The air thickened with a musky, sour stench as she neared the bedroom door, cracked just enough to let the noises spill out. Through the gap, the full-length mirror reflected the bed at a slant. Her jaw dropped. A towering Black man dominated the scene, his sweat-slicked back flexing as he pounded a woman in missionary. Her pale legs, pinned back and trembling, framed her head like a broken doll. His cock--forearm-thick, veins bulging, a glistening Black monster--slammed into her with brutal force, stretching her grotesquely.
Emily's mind reeled. Tina, that wild slut, was getting wrecked--on her parents' bed, no less--by a Black cock.
Of course it was....Jesus, the last 24 hours, she thought. She couldn't see the woman's face, just quivering white thighs and the obscene gape swallowing the shaft. At first, she assumed it was her pussy taking the punishment--how else could anyone handle that?--but then he pulled out with a wet schlorp. The woman's anus gaped--a raw, dilated crater, drooling cum and slime. Emily's breath hitched. It wasn't her pussy; it was her ass. The ruined hole pulsed, farting a sloppy hiss as cum oozed onto the bed. The man growled, gripping his cock, and plunged into her pussy with a savage thrust. Semen spurted from her demolished anus, splattering the sheets as her body bucked. A high-pitched screech tore from her throat, cum leaking from her blown-out ass with every stroke.
Emily's thighs clenched, her panties soaking as heat flooded her core. Hand slipping into her jeans, her fingers found her slick clit. She rubbed herself, a soft gasp escaping as fluid trickled down her leg. The sight of that fucked-out, cum-soaked anus ignited her. The man roared, his cock throbbing, and Emily's fingers sped up, her orgasm building.
Grunting, the hulking figure pounded harder, the woman's cum-splattered guts gurgling, farting air and semen. Her pale frame convulsed beneath him. Without warning, he pulled out with a pop and rammed back into her ass. Her screech was apocalyptic, her anus ripping wider with a fleshy splat. Cum spewed around his shaft, frothing down her crack, while her pussy sprayed a wild arc of squirt, soaking the bed. The noises--schlick, plop, fart--formed a symphony of wet ruin as her rectum morphed into a makeshift cunt for his horse-sized cock.
