Amanda's Conversion

She calculated that ordeal must have lasted over 5 hours. The mere thought of that made her shudder in disgust. It was still dark and glimmers of dawn started to appear in the night sky as she partially hobbled over to her dormitory. As she entered the lift she glanced at herself in the mirror in a shy manner. She could see her hair all ruffled up with clumps of now dried cum everywhere. Her face and neck had hickies/bite marks all over as she had been 'had' by the men in the way they wanted. Amanda was shocked, but by now she had calmed down as she entered her dorm room.

"No sign of Jacinda?" she thought to herself.

Amanda undressed and threw her clothes into a plastic bag with the view to dispose of them quietly when no one was noticing. She was now naked again, except for her stilettos. She walked over to her in-dorm shower, reached down to her shoes, undid the straps around her ankles and noticed redness around where Jamal, Wesley and Tyrone and held her legs up as they gangfucked her earlier that night.

Her toes had gentle indentations and bite marks on them, reminding her of how Jamal was biting her toes without any care for her pain thresholds, during her ordeal. Amanda became bare foot and started to wash herself off. As the stream of water engulfed her body she felt a sense of warmth and peace. She was looking down at her feet and started to get flashbacks of Tyrone, Wesley, Jamal and the other men as they sucked her toes. She bit her lips in disgust each time she had these images forced upon her by her mind. She used the soap to lather herself and wash away both, her remnants and those of the men. After she was done with her breasts she gently guided her hand down her navel and on to her shaven vagina which was still red. She bent her neck down to peer over with some trepidation, hoping everything was biologically still intact down there. She gently pinched her labia and pussy walls to check if she was in pain down there. It was sore but nothing out of the ordinary so she pressed her two fingers deeper into her vagina and the moment she did that she had a flashback of Jamal and Tyrone’s black bodies slapping against hers as they fucked her earlier that night.

Instead of quickly changing her thoughts she started to delve deeper into what had transpired that night. This shower which should’ve lasted 5 minutes now was closing in on the 30 minute mark. She remembered how they had practically held her legs against her will up against her stomach and sucked on her toes, twisted her nipples and even made her lactate while they inseminated her in a wanton manner. While she was having these flashbacks, her eyes were closed and her mouth started to open. Amanda had naturally thick lips, similar to an african american woman. Her lips had a slight o-shape to them now with her toungue starting to lick the outer peripheries of both her lips. Her right hand's fingers were slowly probing in and out of her pussy as she replayed the event in her mind. All of this, against the backdrop of tranquility as the water droplets fiercely fell on the white, tiled floor of her toilet.

Her pussy had become very red again almost as if to chide her "enough is enough for tonight".

The pools of water collected around her feet but she was losing control again and started to eek out a few moans "uhhn" "oohhh" "uhhhnn fu...oh fu...fuck" "oh god no i can't be doing this bu...but oh jamal" "jamal your black penis uhhhn…yeahhhh…yeaAHH your big black penis… throb….throbbing uhhh UHHN UHNN in my pussy uhhnn” she started to scream louder and louder with ever new wave of pleasure.

Amanda was officially masturbating to black dicks. But she couldn’t quite reach the spot they had earlier that night with their obscenely large tools, so she made an accommodative manoeuvre in a desperate attempt to match what she had felt a few hours ago.

As she trembled with desire, she found the courage and balance to sit down in the shower. She sighed, looked up and rolled her eyes back, opening up her legs, exposing her throbbing vagina. She continued moving her right hand in and out of her fuck-hole which had by now started to leak a gooey substance. It was some of the cum left over from her fuck session earlier mixed with her own love juices. It had mixed with the collecting pool of water below her. As she looked down at this cocktail of black sperm and her own love juice, while continuously pounding herself, Amanda started to uncontrollably shudder and shiver and smile. Her legs automatically closed and opened as she started to orgasm.

Her tongue came out of her mouth as if she wanted one dick placed in her mouth while all of this was happening. "ww...wes...wesley oh....oh wes...you're big...uhhhnn...black........oh oh penis, place it on my uhhh...mouth" she could barely complete her sentence, thinking about Wesley who was one of the three animals, who had face fucked her for hours earlier that night.

She smiled, as flashes of Jamal pulling out and spraying cum all over her body while sucking her feet, started to appear. Strangely, her smiles then turned to whimpers and cries. Images of her and Omar started to flash across her mind, almost as both sides of her brain were competing.

She was so confused why she was experiencing so much joy and pain at the same time. “What is wrong with me” She whispered as the sound of her voice was drowned out by the now gushing shower.

Before today Amanda didn’t even know what an orgasm was. After today she had experienced more hardcore sex with virile black men than most women would dream of in America, in their lifetimes. A total shock to the system! Amanda mustered the courage to turn the shower off but sat back down on the shower floor. The tube light in this functional dorm room toilet didn’t hide anything. It showed Amanda in her full glory as she lay there. Her naturally slightly tanned skin, large breasts and nipples and beautiful feet. All of these had been 'had' and defiled by large black men earlier today. They never asked her. They just did what they wanted with her.

She had taken her hand out of her pussy by now which was glistening wet and looked at her fingers. She sucked her fingers one by one and while she did this, she started to massage her left breast. She remembered how it had lactated in a primal, biological response to her possibly becoming pregnant earlier that night, while they had inseminated her repeatedly. She started to squeeze at her nipple hard, but no milk came. Amanda almost slapped her breast and squeezed at the nipple in disgust and frustration saying “Hate this! How did this happen and why can’t I stop... I need to stop”. Amanda slowly passed out as she was so tired. The shower kept on running.


The Gifts

A few hours later she was awoken by a loud buzzer. It was the buzzer to her dorm room. Amanda was shocked as she got up, turned the shower off and ran through the door as she tied a towel around her body. She looked through the peephole and could see Jacinda there holding her bag and to her shock, Amandas phone!

Amanda quickly opened the door and said “Why do you have my phone?”

Jacinda responded almost nervously “well baby I would have given it to you earlier but something tells me you wanted to be left alone in the shower.”

Jacinda coyly winked indicating to Amanda that she had heard everything a few hours ago and knew that Amanda had not only been passed around last night, but was fantasising about it later and even jacking off to it.

Amanda’s anger increased “this is all YOUR fault, I…why is this happen….” She broke down in tears and as she did, Jacinda forced herself into the room taking Amandas arms and pushing her gently back towards her bed, while shutting the door behind them.

She said “Amanda you need to calm down. Last night happened because you wanted it. From the first time you laid eyes on Jamal he knew what you wanted and he just acted on that. Look at what you felt last night and the pleasure you gave him and his pack. Look at the pleasure you felt, wasn’t it worth it?”

Amanda was quiet. It dawned on her that Jacinda wasn’t totally wrong. Amanda had felt a slight primal urge the first time she had seen Jamal in the quad a few weeks ago. She hadn’t acted on it as she had Omar and loved him. But her biological response was more transparent and as he had groped her with his big strong hands, she temporarily had Omar jolted out of her mind.

While thinking all of this, Amanda’s gaze was lost as she stared down at Jacinda’s legs.

Jacinda said “Amanda you still with me girl? Honey this is all ok I know its new for you but the boys aren’t going to do anything with the videos they have..”

“Wait WHAT VIDEOS DO THEY HAVE? You do realise I am filing a complaint at the medical office and then heading STRAIGHT to the Dean right?” Amanda screamed.

Jacinda just smiled and said “You can. Or you can let it go and enjoy the week ahead and be true to yourself baby”. “Here I have a small gift of goodies or you, explore for yourself gurrl

”.

Amanda immediately looked into the bag and saw a few X rated DVDs and a box. She rummaged further and found a few tablets in their satchets. She knew immediately from the brand that they were ‘morning after pills’. Without thinking twice she took a glass of water and chugged both down almost as if to make up for lost time, hoping two would do the trick. Jacinda had left by now. As Amanda drank the water she tilted her head back and had another flashback. This time of Wesley’s big black glistening cock feeding her his cum in her mouth last night. She had gagged on it a few times but he had used her throat juices to ram it down her throat even further. She almost coughed after this thought and gagged but the pills had safely made their way down her throat. Back to the bag she went and saw the titles of the DVDs, much to her shock.

As she casually browsed through them, she read “Black Cock Trainer 1” “Feeding her dark desires” “Shane Diesel Cuckold Diaries” “Blacked Compilations” “Wesley Pipes and Mandingos Adventures” “Gangland volume 12”. As she turned the DVD covers over, she could see other brunettes like her in compromised positions being gang fucked and cummed on. Amanda started to feel a tingling in her hands and legs as she studied these DVDs.

The morning sunlight was peering through her half open window by now and she could see other students making their way to their classes.

“I should be there..” she thought to herself but then she couldn’t help but look back at the “Shane Diesels Cuckold Diaries” DVD cover more intently.

She opened her mouth in shock thinking to herself how thick and veiny his curved cock was. It reminded her of Jamals tool that had ravished her against her will last night.

The tingling in her pussy grew and she immediately chided herself “get a grip Mandy…ooh no what’s that…”.

Amanda slowly looked down in disgust as her vagina had already created a transparent, moist cum stain on her white panties. This is almost as if her pussy was calling out to her. Amanda found herself helpless and needed to relieve the pressure that browsing DVDs of black pornstars, had caused in her groin area.

Frustratingly with a groan, she leaned on her bed for support and placed one of her knees on the bed while still standing with her other leg on the ground. The soles of her right foot were now exposed. She then slid her panties off with her right hand, guiding them down her leg, off her toes and put them in the same bag with the other cum covered clothes from last night. Her panties, so moist with her vaginal juices, left wet stains on her legs and feet in the process. With her right hand, she took the Shane Diesel DVD and turned it around only to see thumbnails of Shane unloading his virile sperm on other brunettes. All seemed to be in some sort of ecstasy with their breasts and faces glistening with a white gooey substance. All had similar builds to Amanda. Things were becoming clear to her.

Having no way to catch her vaginal juices, as Amanda had taken off her panties, she noticed a pool of jizz on the bed below her knee. She grinned slightly, almost acknowledging her waiting pussy. She rolled back her eyes in her head and tilted her head up as she thrust her entire left hand in her now glistening pussy. "Flop, flop, flop..."

With each thrust, as the frequency of thrusts increased she moaned “big….UHHn…black…oh yeah…dick” “uuuHN Ohh yeah blahhhk cocks….blah…black…c…cocks” as if the more she said it, the harder she came.

Drops of squirt started to spray around and one even went in her eye, causing her to squint. She managed to glance down periodically during this pleasure session at Shane’s big black veinous cock on the DVD cover.

“Shane....I want you and...UHnnn yeah....Jamal to train me to be your bla…..OHHN HUN OHHN…black cock slut. You're big…OHNN…pant…pant, black dicks in my pussy and in my ass…OOOHn UHHN yeah…I want to squirt so hard for you both. Spray your black sperm inside my vag....vagin...ohh... oOOh OOOHH UHHH AAAAAHHH YEAH YEAH YEAH”, she moaned and chanted.

Amanda before this would just use biological terms in describing male genitalia but now had started to adopt a more "hood" speak since last night. Amanda came hard on her bed with her feet shaking and legs too, as she collapsed face first on her bed, her legs hanging off of her bed, cum dripping now in a small pool below her pussy. Her collapse on the bed inadvertently exposed her ass high up in the air. She was panting trying to recover her breath. As she moved her legs down her bed, slowly sliding down, her face hovered over the pool of vaginal juices her pussy had left on the edge of the bed. She bent her head down slowly and let her tongue out. After taste testing her juices a few times, she started to swirl her tongue around her lips as she noticed how more turned on she was at this heinous act. She was on both knees now with her hands on her bed and face firmly planted in the pool of cum. She was licking it clean and moaning. After only wetness remained, she got up, turned around and sat down right there.

This is the second time since her ordeal that Amanda had successfully masturbated to more black dicks and virile black men.

A few days went by and Amanda remained in a state of confusion with conflicting emotions and feelings. Desire, anger, guilt and conflicting thoughts raced across her mind. She wondered if she had done the right thing to not file the complaint. She couldn't focus entirely during any of her electives and classes. Each time she would see a member of the college football team or basketball crew pass by on campus, she would nervously look down so as to avoid any biological responses. She had managed to reach Omar by email and let him know that she was awaiting her new iPhone as the other one had “water damage”. That was one way to put it.

Omar could feel something was off as she didn’t seem as keen anymore to communicate daily. What was originally calls back and forth two to three times a day to make up for the long distance between them, turned to emails once a day and at times she would not even respond to Omar’s professions of love and longing for an entire weekend. It wasn’t that Amanda didn’t want to make it work with Omar its just that she had been brutalised and sexualised in ways she couldn’t comprehend and her body had upgraded its need so to speak. Had she had sex since that night? No. Had she dreamt of it? Many times.

Over the weeks, she would regularly masturbate to that night and all the DVDs Jacinda had given her as she came to terms with her sexuality and her purpose, at-least temporarily, in life. She saw that black men gravitated towards women with bigger breasts and asses and she was built for their desire whether she liked it or not. What she had hidden because of her culture for her whole life, she saw now as assets and grew in confidence.


She had always loved rap music but now when she listened to it, it had a whole new meaning. Every time a black man would rap on YouTube or TikTok, she would fixate on his thick throbbing lips and imagine what it would feel like to get inseminated by him. She would wonder how he would smell and taste. Within weeks of the incident, Amanda had transformed into a black cock slut in the classical sense and she had yet to even have sex again. Meanwhile the tools Jacinda had given her were preparing her or atleast that is what she thought.

The box that Jacinda had given her in the bag of goodies remained unopened still. Amanda’s new phone had arrived and she immediately added some of her nearby college girl friends (she had managed to make two, both somewhat nerdy) to her contact list and of course her ******. She added Omar a few days later as she had found a new found comfort in keeping communications ongoing with him but via email. It was Friday evening and Omar called her. She picked up looking forward to speaking to him but there was a tension in the air.

He asked her relatively quickly “You seem distant since you went to college and I can’t help but think our love is fading?”

“It isn’t habibi” Amanda responded in part English and part Arabic dialect and tone. “There’s just alot going on and I need to get to know other people too so I have friends here for the next four years plus all the studying”.

He replied “Yes but what about us? We have plans and you know I have plans to come to this college too, don’t you want that?”.

There was a silence and Amanda then embarrassingly hurried to respond “No no uhh baby of course I want you here.”

The conversation went on for a while and while Amanda was giving largely canned answers her eye was on Jacinda’s box which she hadn’t yet opened.

“Omar baby khalas I am a little tired, shall we speak tomorrow?” She requested.

They ended the conversation and Amanda walked over to the box which was sitting on her dressing table lamp. She was bare feet and in shorts wearing just her bra. As she unboxed the item she was shocked. It was a thick, black venous dildo and had a charging cord which meant it vibrated. Her shock turned to amazement and she slightly squinted her eyes as she felt blood rushing to her lower body again. After her ordeal a few weeks ago, she was having such biological responses to anything resembling a rod. But since this one resembled Tyrone's curved monstrous veinous cock, her body wasted no time in getting her ready for what it thought was another pounding and insemination session. Vaginal juices usually start to flow in anticipation of larger objects that may need to be accommodated in order to ensure maximum chances of insemination. This is a little factoid she had googled over the last weeks as she desperately tried to understand why she would keep getting moist or wet in public every time she saw a black man.

To be continued.