Hi there. My sister said I should tell you about my senior year at Southside High. I was going to Aquinas, but when I met my sister’s black boyfriend, Landon, and saw how nice he was to my sister and my mom, I just wanted a change of scenery, if you know what I mean. There was just nobody that I clicked with at Aquinas, especially the guys. I mean I hadn’t even had sex at that point. I had messed around with a few guys at Aquinas, but they were always so clumsy and slobbery and in a hurry. It just didn’t seem right.
Then my junior year my sister got knocked up by Landon, the football star from Southside. He was so dark and sexy. It was frustrating because I knew he wanted me too and I definitely was smitten with him. Whenever he came close to me I could feel my pussy heating up involuntarily and I’d get all slick down there and have to go crawl under a blanket in my bedroom and get myself off thinking of Landon naked in my bed beside me. I had this whole fantasy where he snuck into my room at night. I would pretend not to know who it was and be frightened even though I could smell and recognize the musk of his cock from yards away. He would put his big black hand over my mouth so I didn’t yell and then tweak the barbells in my nipples until they were hard and pebbly. Then he would lift his hand and kiss me softly at first then we would slip our tongues in and out of each others’ mouths before he went down on me.
Usually, that’s as far as I got with my fantasy. My finger trying to simulate his thick tongue on my clit and the thought of him down there licking me would put me over the top and I would cum all alone in my bed. My sister just wouldn’t let him fuck me until after fall cheer season. I think she was afraid if Landon impregnated me too soon I might not finish high school.
My first day at Southside High was a trip. When I stepped into the main corridor of Southside High and scanned the mass of students strung out along the lockers lining both sides, I was struck by the absence of anyone who looked like me at all. Not a single head of naturally blonde or red hair was in sight. Everyone was black. When you heard Southside mentioned in the news or something they always called it a “predominantly” black high school. Guess what! Until I showed up with my blonde hair and blue eyes, it was ALL black.
I suddenly felt so alone here and a wave of trepidation about my rash decision to leave the safe white confines of Aquinas High for an all-black high school washed over me. I was about to turn around and leave when I remembered how happy my sister is with Landon…happier than she or I ever were at Aquinas.
Landon had tried to prepare me for my first day by explaining what it was like to be the only person of your kind in a room, but finally just told me to be myself and make friends and that if I was lucky I would find a black bull like him to take of my needs. He added that if that didn’t happen he would do his best to satisfy all the women in our ******. I think I already told you that he was taking care of both my sister’s and my mom’s “needs.” He did say not to jump on the first bull’s cock that came around. That I should be on the lookout for an alpha bull. One that others respected and who had enough confidence that he treated women right not like a piece meat to fuck and chuck.
Anyway, thinking of Landon and my sister gave me the courage to stride confidently down the corridor even though silence fell as I passed among my fellow students. I was about halfway down the corridor to my homeroom when a deep obviously black voice broke the silence, “Hey vanilla ice cream. I can’t wait to lick you and cover you with my chocolate sauce.”
There was no mistaking what he meant. And in spite of my renewed confidence, I know I blushed bright red inciting hoots of support for the voice from all the black students. The crowd of students in front of me slowly parted and I saw a big well-built black guy coming toward me. It was Darius Darnell, the Southside football team captain and star running back and obviously the source of the voice. I knew him from his pictures in the newspaper sports pages.
Darius came up close to me and lasciviously whispered, “I hear you’re trying out for the cheer squad after school today. You know a part of the screening is getting approval from the football team captain. I’m looking forward to our interview.”
He stretched out interview to make it clear that was just a word and he didn’t expect me to use my mouth for talking. Then he grabbed my wrist and added, “Let’s take our little conversation into the bathroom and you can get a head start.” Again, emohasized 'head' in a way that everyone around understood meant he expected me to blow him in a bathroom stall. Now all the students were laughing and jeering and making lewd jokes. Look, I’m not a prude and I would be lying if looking at this black stud wasn’t making me wet. I’d even given my share of blow jobs and enjoyed doing it. There’s an incredible sense of power when you are holding a dudes nuts in your hand, have his cock in your mouth and he’s about to blow his wad. Think of the possibilities in that moment. You could crush his balls with your hand, bite his cock off or just stop sucking him and leave him hanging. But this was going down differently with all the kids jeering and everything. I just didn’t like it.
While Darius was dragging me off toward the bathroom and the big commotion was happening in the hall is when a bell rang and soon after it a booming voice echoed down the corridor. “What the in the name of mother fucking hell is going on here! Get your nigger asses to homeroom!” Darius let go of my wrist and was gone in a flash with most of the other kids leaving me standing alone. I turned and found that the voice came from a giant of a black man who would have towered over Darius if he hadn’t already run off. The giant was super handsome for someone who looked to be about 50 years old. He was at least 6’8” with a chiseled body and a face to match. He had some salt and pepper in his hair and a few days of beard stubble also interspersed with gray.
When he finally reached where I was standing he called me Miss Julie, apologized for his vulgar language in a low gentle voice, and told me that he recognized it was my first and asked if he could escort me to my homeroom.
As we walked down the hall the few other students left stood aside to let us pass or ducked into their homerooms. Everything about him exuded power and control. I mean I could feel it like heat or humidity in the air and even though I knew he was more than twice my age and probably some sort of security guard my pussy felt hot and was dripping wet.
During the first week of school, students at Southside would go to homeroom for attendance and then could go to explore different clubs. Nobody else in my ****** could really understand it, but while I was plenty capable athletically and good at cheer, I was always kinda nerdy. So, that first day in homeroom when they announced that kids interested in Math Club should go to the library to meet with Mr. Cadwallader, I grabbed a pass and took off.
I guess I was expecting Mr. Cadwallader to be like the wimpy math teachers at Aquinas, but when I rounded a corner around a shelve of books in the library I ran right into the human brick wall of Mr. Cadwallader. It turned out that giant black man in the hall earlier was the math teacher and sponsor of the math club!
Mr. Cadwallader caught me with his big arms to keep me from falling backward. He held me with his big black hands around my upper arms. I mean they were like little twigs in his hands but the way he held me was gentle in spite of how big he was. Shit feeling him hold me like that caused my whole body to tingle in a way I never experienced from someone else’s touch before, and you probably already guessed that my pussy started dewing up immediately and I could feel that my panties were soaked. Honestly, I was a bit afraid it was going to start running down my legs. I guess Mr. Cadwallader was caught off guard too because he said something like, “Um, uh, yes, Well young lady we have to stop meeting like this.” Then he smiled in a way that suggested he had other ways he would rather meet me. I joined the Math Club on the spot.
After school, I went straight to the gym and changed into my unitard and leggings in the girl’s locker room. When I came out into the gym Landon’s cousin, Kataya, was waiting along with the other girls on the cheer squad. Kataya was the captain of the cheer squad and had promised Landon to give me a chance to try out.
It was pretty clear they didn’t think I would be any good. So when they said, show us what you have I started with simple stuff like front and back walkovers and split leaps. Then when they were lulled into thinking I was just ordinary, I went into my signature move which was a fast series of handsprings that took me from one end of the basketball court to the other and back again only to end in a soaring flip that I stuck on two feet then flipped up into a hand stand, pushed up into a mid air summersault and landed squarely on my feet. When I was done the other girls were cheering wildly and begging for me to teach them that move!
It felt great-that I was instantly a part of the group and the girls were laughing and talking at the same time when the loud clapping started to echo around the gym. We all quieted down and turned to see Darius walking across the gym floor toward them. He was grinning lasciviously as he came closer. Kataya walked toward him, took hold of his big upper arm with her arms and said, “Hey baby. What are you doing here?” and she tried to give him a kiss. He ignored her and he pushed her away as he continued to stride toward me staring straight at me.
There was a tear in Kataya’s eye as Darius took me by the arm and pulled me toward the boy’s locker room door. Kataya said, “You don’t have to go with him Julie if you don’t want to. You’re on the squad either way.”
Darius stopped and without looking back at Kataya said “I'm going to have my vanilla ice cream now. I’ll text you when I’m done and we can go out.”
I was wondering at that point if Darius had fucked the entire cheer squad and couldn’t get the image of those beautiful black girl’s naked bodies riding Darius’ cock and even though I had a lot of qualms about what was going down, I couldn’t control the way my pussy was starting to crave his black cock.
I guess it was growing up in a Catholic ****** or something. I hadn’t been waiting for marriage or anything like that. I was waiting for something special if that makes any sense. Plus, I knew Landon and my sister had a deal that he could impregnate me after the fall cheer season so maybe I was waiting for Landon or least wasn’t going to settle for something less.
I was really torn now, because on the one hand I was kind of waiting for Landon or something special like him, didn’t want to steal Kataya’s boyfriend, but being around all the black cock all day at Southside was making me crazy for it, for any black cock.
Darius threw open the locker room door and pushed me roughly inside. I guess he wasn’t a gentle bull like Landon. Maybe you had to tame them? My sister never mentioned anything like that. In fact, it was clear that Landon was in charge all the time including over Brent but he still treated my sister respectfully.
Darius ordered me to get naked and down on my knees. I tried to sidle up to him to hug and kiss. He kissed me back a little bit but it was clear he wasn’t into it. I told him that I needed to get in the mood first and he slapped me and said, “This is not about you white bitch. This is about me and I’m already in the mood. Now get naked and on your knees.”
My face was burning where he slapped me but I‘ll be damned if my pussy wasn’t still wet, but I could tell it wasn’t getting wetter. But shit what was I supposed to do at this point? I took off my unitard and peeled down my tights. Before I could get on my knees, Darius saw my tits. I don’t know if it was the the barbells pierced through my nipples or just that my tits are fucking perfect with two pert juicy pierced raspberries for nipples, but Darius grabbed one of my tits when he saw them and started biting and sucking hard at it. He was growling like a fucking animal. He felt at my pussy and with his other hand and finally pushed me down to my knees.
I was eye to eye with his hairy uncircumcised black cock. Honestly, it really wasn’t that big. I mean everybody was always saying black guys had huge cocks. Darius’ cock was fine but it wasn’t any bigger than the biggest white cocks I had sucked. The big thing was that I had never seen an uncircumcised one before. I was confused by the thick veiny foreskin wrinkled around the tip of Darius’ black cock. This wasn’t what I expected for my first time so I decided it would only be a blow job for now. When Darius growled for me to open my mouth I did and he shoved his cock unceremoniously down my throat. I told my sister how he dry ***** my mouth, and she said probably if it hadn’t been for Darius’ foreskin rolling back he might have torn my throat.
Darius was out of control with lust and just just kept shoving it down my throat. Landon told me later that he heard that Darius had never been with a white girl before and didn’t have a good bull role model at home to teach him. Landon says, it’s not really Darius’ fault because he’s just a product of a disadvantaged environment where his only role models are porno films and other street punks.
Anyway, digress. Darius was ramming his cock into my throat and I was gagging with mascara tears streaming down my cheeks when the locker room door slammed open. I guess Darius didn’t hear it or was too close to cumming to care because when the booming voice echoed through the locker room, “Mr. Darnell! What the mother fuck do you think you’re doing!” His cock slipped out of my mouth and his thick load of black seed shot all over my face and mixed with the mascara smear running down my cheeks. “Get yourself on home before I call your grandmomma and tell her what you’re up to!” Mr. Cadwallader scolded Darius.
I nearly peed myself I was so mortified from fear and embarrassment as Mr. Cadwalladers voice echoed through the locker room and I knelt there with cum, mascara, and tears smeared all over my face. I mean I liked Mr. Cadwallader and spent about half my day after Math Club daydreaming about sucking his cock and having him fuck me in all sorts of ways. But he was super kind and gentle. He took off his sports coat and draped it over my shoulders and helped me up off my knees. Then he offered me his handkerchief so I could wipe the cum and stuff off my face.
I wiped the splooge off my face as best I could. There I was sitting naked on one of the low metal benches in front of a row of lockers my pussy leaving a wet spot that was definitely going to be visible if I stood up. When I looked at Mr. Cadwallader’s handkerchief it was a mess of soaked black glop and cum. I didn’t know what to do and said sheepishly, “I’m sorry. I’ll take this home and wash it and bring it back to you.” Mr. Cadwallader just took it between his finger and thumb not saying anything like it was a dead rat and dropped it into the trash can.
Then he held out his hand and helped me stand up while gently saying, “Let’s get you into my office and out of this public display.” My hand was like a baby bird in his hand. His hand was at least twice as big as mine and when he touched me it was electricity ran through my whole body. I couldn’t have articulated it at the time but somewhere deep in mind I think I was aware that this was the alpha bull at Southside High.
I said, “Thank you Mr. Cadwallader” as he led me to his office. It turned out he was also the football coach.
As we walked on he looked down at me and said softly, “Please, Julie, you can call me Big C, everyone does.” I know, I know, it was stupid but yes I asked him why everyone calls him Big C. He explained that it started when he was playing college football. His last name was just too long for the announcers to say before the play moved on so they started calling him Big C because, “Well I’m pretty big and the C stands for Cadwallader and maybe for some other things.” Then he winked at me conspiratorially and laughed the most delightful infectious laugh I had ever heard. Before I knew it, I was standing naked in a boys locker room holding hands and laughing out loud with a gorgeous black teacher outside his office feeling my pussy lube trickle down my inner thigh.
Big C’s office was spacious and had a futon couch with a thick pad on it. We sat side by side on the couch with my hand still nestled into his. He said soothingly, “That whole escapade with Darnell must have been quite a fright for you on your first day of school and all. I’ll make sure he runs some extra drills in practice.” I explained to him that I was just trying to fit in and that I really wanted to go to Southside where the kids were more genuine and lived real lives unlike the over-protective environment at Aquinas. And I probably overdid it gushing about how much I loved math and was looking forward to Math Club.
That’s when he put his huge black hand on my thigh and looked at me seriously and told me that he really liked smart white girls. That he had known several very well in college and still saw them sometimes because of the children they shared but he was so glad I decided to transfer to Southside because there just wasn’t much opportunity for him to meet smart white girls these days.
When he put his hand on my thigh, my legs involuntarily spread and his fingertips started to trace along my inner thigh. Each time his fingers traced down toward my knee he went a little further and each time this slid higher he went a little higher. Every time his fingertips approached my pussy, my breath caught in my throat in anticipation but then he would stop and retreat back toward my knee. All the time we were just looking into each other’s eyes.
Finally, after what seemed to be forever his fingertips fluttered at my labia and then they were gone again. This time tracing down the other inner thigh. I couldn’t decide what was more torturous, Darius’ wham bam or being playing slowly and arduously by Big C like a musical instrument. I guess my pussy was answering that question because I could feel my wetness soaking into the futon cushion and my thighs were tingling and quivering like I had never known them to do.
Finally, Big C leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips. His thick lips sucking my thin pink lips between them and his tongue gently licking at my lips. Then I felt his thick black finger deftly part my labia and ease itself slowly inside me. His finger was thick and longer. Probably as big as Darius’ cock and the cocks of the white boys I had sucked at Aquinas so it was a pretty tight fit. He broke off the kiss and sighed with pleasure as his finger slid deeper until it came up against my hymen. Then he stopped but did not withdraw his finger.
He whispered soothingly to me about this being my first time and how honored he was that I should allow him to be my first and how he was going to be gentle. He said he would try to give me so much pleasure that I would hardly notice the small instant of pain. He asked me if I wanted him to go ahead and I nodded. In that moment there was no doubt in my mind that Big C was going to be my black bull and protector for at least the school year and I hoped longer. I wanted him all of Big C if him.
I was shocked when he got on his knees and pushed my legs far apart. No boy had ever considered my pleasure before. They were always in a clumsy hurry to get their rocks off. This was what I had been waiting for. Then Big C lowered his face to my pussy and his long tongue darted out to tease and toy with my labia. He licked and toyed with my labia until they were glistening with his saliva then he began probing between my labia. He was slipping his tongue inside me - in and out fucking me with his tongue. In my mind, I could his his black face pressed near my pink cunt and his long pink tongue sliding between my labia and disappearing inside me. My body felt like it was on fire and I could feel my orgasm nearing when he withdrew his tongue. I felt the deflation of my orgasmic high but before it could diminish much his lips seized my clit and his tongue slowly began licking it. Every time his tongue flicked at it, I felt a bolt of electricity pulse through my body and my back arched uncontrollably. It seemed like I was imagining at first that his thick finger was entering me again, but soon I felt the pressure against my hymen.
Big C increased the pace of his licking on my clit. My body was quivering all over. I instinctively knew I was about to experience the most explosive orgasm of my life even though none of my self-induced orgasm had ever gotten me to this heightened sensory state before. Big C could tell I was close and started licking my clit wildly and as my orgasm began to wash over me in earth shattering waves, he plunged his finger through the thin layer of my womanhood. I honestly don’t remember any pain. I know other women say they it was painful when their cherry was popped or maybe I’m a weirdo and get off on a little pain. After all, I did pierce my nipples when I was 16.
Big C and I did fuck for the first time after school in his office on his futon. They say a woman shouldn’t tell everything but I will tell you that he more than deserves the name Big C. OMG. His cock is so huge. When I saw it, I told him “there’s no way that can fit in my pussy.” He smiled and said he thought it would fit just fine if we took our time and used plenty of lube.
Big C slathered my pussy with lubricant and then let me get on top so that I could control the penetration and back off if it started to hurt. I can tell you I did quite a bit of that. We got the head of his cock in and then it was just an inch in and a half inch out. I know that sounds mechanical but it wasn’t like that. We would make a little progress, maybe an inch, and then stop and hold it there and kiss passionately. Big C is an incredible kisser. He would be holding my tiny ass in his big hands. His fingers are so long that he can hold my ass and his fingertips touch my pussy. His fingertips would be toying at my labia around his hard black cock teasing me open. After this bit if languorous kissing and teasing of my pussy, I would slide up a half inch or so on his pole then slide down further. It probably took us a hour to get him all the way in and by that time we were both literally panting with desire and lust. With his cock buried deep in my cunt, I used my pussy muscles to contract around his cock over and over until finally he began growling and his cock began twitching and spasming inside me. Shit thinking it about it now has me on the edge of cumming, but sensing his orgasm was imminent made mine come on like a freight train and we both came thrashing, grunting and crying out together. I felt his hit black seed spewing deep into my womb. It just kept cumming with each spasm of his cock and every time it did, I came again. We must have orgasm together for several minutes and I could feel his cum oozing out of me around his cock.
I laid there a top his huge toned body for a long time with his cock inside me feeling our hearts best together and his cum dribbling out of my as his cock softened. Finally, I felt his cock slide free and a flood of cum followed it. When we got up there was a huge pile of Big C’s cum on his futon. He looked at me lovingly and just said “You ought to clean that up Julie.” I got down on my knees and turned my head sideways on the couch next to the cum pile while continuing to make eye contact with Big C, then I stuck out my tongue and scooped up his cum in one swipe and swallowed. I finished by sucking his cock clean and licking under his leathery foreskin savoring his musk.
We fucked all school year and over spring break Big C came to our house for dinner one night. My mom was really pleased to meet him. I can’t wait to introduce him to my sister. My baby is due in May and I hope she gets along with her new uncle who was born in April. I’m also hoping the baby doesn’t come before graduation. I want to walk on the stage with my big pregnant belly carrying Big C’s baby.
Then my junior year my sister got knocked up by Landon, the football star from Southside. He was so dark and sexy. It was frustrating because I knew he wanted me too and I definitely was smitten with him. Whenever he came close to me I could feel my pussy heating up involuntarily and I’d get all slick down there and have to go crawl under a blanket in my bedroom and get myself off thinking of Landon naked in my bed beside me. I had this whole fantasy where he snuck into my room at night. I would pretend not to know who it was and be frightened even though I could smell and recognize the musk of his cock from yards away. He would put his big black hand over my mouth so I didn’t yell and then tweak the barbells in my nipples until they were hard and pebbly. Then he would lift his hand and kiss me softly at first then we would slip our tongues in and out of each others’ mouths before he went down on me.
Usually, that’s as far as I got with my fantasy. My finger trying to simulate his thick tongue on my clit and the thought of him down there licking me would put me over the top and I would cum all alone in my bed. My sister just wouldn’t let him fuck me until after fall cheer season. I think she was afraid if Landon impregnated me too soon I might not finish high school.
My first day at Southside High was a trip. When I stepped into the main corridor of Southside High and scanned the mass of students strung out along the lockers lining both sides, I was struck by the absence of anyone who looked like me at all. Not a single head of naturally blonde or red hair was in sight. Everyone was black. When you heard Southside mentioned in the news or something they always called it a “predominantly” black high school. Guess what! Until I showed up with my blonde hair and blue eyes, it was ALL black.
I suddenly felt so alone here and a wave of trepidation about my rash decision to leave the safe white confines of Aquinas High for an all-black high school washed over me. I was about to turn around and leave when I remembered how happy my sister is with Landon…happier than she or I ever were at Aquinas.
Landon had tried to prepare me for my first day by explaining what it was like to be the only person of your kind in a room, but finally just told me to be myself and make friends and that if I was lucky I would find a black bull like him to take of my needs. He added that if that didn’t happen he would do his best to satisfy all the women in our ******. I think I already told you that he was taking care of both my sister’s and my mom’s “needs.” He did say not to jump on the first bull’s cock that came around. That I should be on the lookout for an alpha bull. One that others respected and who had enough confidence that he treated women right not like a piece meat to fuck and chuck.
Anyway, thinking of Landon and my sister gave me the courage to stride confidently down the corridor even though silence fell as I passed among my fellow students. I was about halfway down the corridor to my homeroom when a deep obviously black voice broke the silence, “Hey vanilla ice cream. I can’t wait to lick you and cover you with my chocolate sauce.”
There was no mistaking what he meant. And in spite of my renewed confidence, I know I blushed bright red inciting hoots of support for the voice from all the black students. The crowd of students in front of me slowly parted and I saw a big well-built black guy coming toward me. It was Darius Darnell, the Southside football team captain and star running back and obviously the source of the voice. I knew him from his pictures in the newspaper sports pages.
Darius came up close to me and lasciviously whispered, “I hear you’re trying out for the cheer squad after school today. You know a part of the screening is getting approval from the football team captain. I’m looking forward to our interview.”
He stretched out interview to make it clear that was just a word and he didn’t expect me to use my mouth for talking. Then he grabbed my wrist and added, “Let’s take our little conversation into the bathroom and you can get a head start.” Again, emohasized 'head' in a way that everyone around understood meant he expected me to blow him in a bathroom stall. Now all the students were laughing and jeering and making lewd jokes. Look, I’m not a prude and I would be lying if looking at this black stud wasn’t making me wet. I’d even given my share of blow jobs and enjoyed doing it. There’s an incredible sense of power when you are holding a dudes nuts in your hand, have his cock in your mouth and he’s about to blow his wad. Think of the possibilities in that moment. You could crush his balls with your hand, bite his cock off or just stop sucking him and leave him hanging. But this was going down differently with all the kids jeering and everything. I just didn’t like it.
While Darius was dragging me off toward the bathroom and the big commotion was happening in the hall is when a bell rang and soon after it a booming voice echoed down the corridor. “What the in the name of mother fucking hell is going on here! Get your nigger asses to homeroom!” Darius let go of my wrist and was gone in a flash with most of the other kids leaving me standing alone. I turned and found that the voice came from a giant of a black man who would have towered over Darius if he hadn’t already run off. The giant was super handsome for someone who looked to be about 50 years old. He was at least 6’8” with a chiseled body and a face to match. He had some salt and pepper in his hair and a few days of beard stubble also interspersed with gray.
When he finally reached where I was standing he called me Miss Julie, apologized for his vulgar language in a low gentle voice, and told me that he recognized it was my first and asked if he could escort me to my homeroom.
As we walked down the hall the few other students left stood aside to let us pass or ducked into their homerooms. Everything about him exuded power and control. I mean I could feel it like heat or humidity in the air and even though I knew he was more than twice my age and probably some sort of security guard my pussy felt hot and was dripping wet.
During the first week of school, students at Southside would go to homeroom for attendance and then could go to explore different clubs. Nobody else in my ****** could really understand it, but while I was plenty capable athletically and good at cheer, I was always kinda nerdy. So, that first day in homeroom when they announced that kids interested in Math Club should go to the library to meet with Mr. Cadwallader, I grabbed a pass and took off.
I guess I was expecting Mr. Cadwallader to be like the wimpy math teachers at Aquinas, but when I rounded a corner around a shelve of books in the library I ran right into the human brick wall of Mr. Cadwallader. It turned out that giant black man in the hall earlier was the math teacher and sponsor of the math club!
Mr. Cadwallader caught me with his big arms to keep me from falling backward. He held me with his big black hands around my upper arms. I mean they were like little twigs in his hands but the way he held me was gentle in spite of how big he was. Shit feeling him hold me like that caused my whole body to tingle in a way I never experienced from someone else’s touch before, and you probably already guessed that my pussy started dewing up immediately and I could feel that my panties were soaked. Honestly, I was a bit afraid it was going to start running down my legs. I guess Mr. Cadwallader was caught off guard too because he said something like, “Um, uh, yes, Well young lady we have to stop meeting like this.” Then he smiled in a way that suggested he had other ways he would rather meet me. I joined the Math Club on the spot.
After school, I went straight to the gym and changed into my unitard and leggings in the girl’s locker room. When I came out into the gym Landon’s cousin, Kataya, was waiting along with the other girls on the cheer squad. Kataya was the captain of the cheer squad and had promised Landon to give me a chance to try out.
It was pretty clear they didn’t think I would be any good. So when they said, show us what you have I started with simple stuff like front and back walkovers and split leaps. Then when they were lulled into thinking I was just ordinary, I went into my signature move which was a fast series of handsprings that took me from one end of the basketball court to the other and back again only to end in a soaring flip that I stuck on two feet then flipped up into a hand stand, pushed up into a mid air summersault and landed squarely on my feet. When I was done the other girls were cheering wildly and begging for me to teach them that move!
It felt great-that I was instantly a part of the group and the girls were laughing and talking at the same time when the loud clapping started to echo around the gym. We all quieted down and turned to see Darius walking across the gym floor toward them. He was grinning lasciviously as he came closer. Kataya walked toward him, took hold of his big upper arm with her arms and said, “Hey baby. What are you doing here?” and she tried to give him a kiss. He ignored her and he pushed her away as he continued to stride toward me staring straight at me.
There was a tear in Kataya’s eye as Darius took me by the arm and pulled me toward the boy’s locker room door. Kataya said, “You don’t have to go with him Julie if you don’t want to. You’re on the squad either way.”
Darius stopped and without looking back at Kataya said “I'm going to have my vanilla ice cream now. I’ll text you when I’m done and we can go out.”
I was wondering at that point if Darius had fucked the entire cheer squad and couldn’t get the image of those beautiful black girl’s naked bodies riding Darius’ cock and even though I had a lot of qualms about what was going down, I couldn’t control the way my pussy was starting to crave his black cock.
I guess it was growing up in a Catholic ****** or something. I hadn’t been waiting for marriage or anything like that. I was waiting for something special if that makes any sense. Plus, I knew Landon and my sister had a deal that he could impregnate me after the fall cheer season so maybe I was waiting for Landon or least wasn’t going to settle for something less.
I was really torn now, because on the one hand I was kind of waiting for Landon or something special like him, didn’t want to steal Kataya’s boyfriend, but being around all the black cock all day at Southside was making me crazy for it, for any black cock.
Darius threw open the locker room door and pushed me roughly inside. I guess he wasn’t a gentle bull like Landon. Maybe you had to tame them? My sister never mentioned anything like that. In fact, it was clear that Landon was in charge all the time including over Brent but he still treated my sister respectfully.
Darius ordered me to get naked and down on my knees. I tried to sidle up to him to hug and kiss. He kissed me back a little bit but it was clear he wasn’t into it. I told him that I needed to get in the mood first and he slapped me and said, “This is not about you white bitch. This is about me and I’m already in the mood. Now get naked and on your knees.”
My face was burning where he slapped me but I‘ll be damned if my pussy wasn’t still wet, but I could tell it wasn’t getting wetter. But shit what was I supposed to do at this point? I took off my unitard and peeled down my tights. Before I could get on my knees, Darius saw my tits. I don’t know if it was the the barbells pierced through my nipples or just that my tits are fucking perfect with two pert juicy pierced raspberries for nipples, but Darius grabbed one of my tits when he saw them and started biting and sucking hard at it. He was growling like a fucking animal. He felt at my pussy and with his other hand and finally pushed me down to my knees.
I was eye to eye with his hairy uncircumcised black cock. Honestly, it really wasn’t that big. I mean everybody was always saying black guys had huge cocks. Darius’ cock was fine but it wasn’t any bigger than the biggest white cocks I had sucked. The big thing was that I had never seen an uncircumcised one before. I was confused by the thick veiny foreskin wrinkled around the tip of Darius’ black cock. This wasn’t what I expected for my first time so I decided it would only be a blow job for now. When Darius growled for me to open my mouth I did and he shoved his cock unceremoniously down my throat. I told my sister how he dry ***** my mouth, and she said probably if it hadn’t been for Darius’ foreskin rolling back he might have torn my throat.
Darius was out of control with lust and just just kept shoving it down my throat. Landon told me later that he heard that Darius had never been with a white girl before and didn’t have a good bull role model at home to teach him. Landon says, it’s not really Darius’ fault because he’s just a product of a disadvantaged environment where his only role models are porno films and other street punks.
Anyway, digress. Darius was ramming his cock into my throat and I was gagging with mascara tears streaming down my cheeks when the locker room door slammed open. I guess Darius didn’t hear it or was too close to cumming to care because when the booming voice echoed through the locker room, “Mr. Darnell! What the mother fuck do you think you’re doing!” His cock slipped out of my mouth and his thick load of black seed shot all over my face and mixed with the mascara smear running down my cheeks. “Get yourself on home before I call your grandmomma and tell her what you’re up to!” Mr. Cadwallader scolded Darius.
I nearly peed myself I was so mortified from fear and embarrassment as Mr. Cadwalladers voice echoed through the locker room and I knelt there with cum, mascara, and tears smeared all over my face. I mean I liked Mr. Cadwallader and spent about half my day after Math Club daydreaming about sucking his cock and having him fuck me in all sorts of ways. But he was super kind and gentle. He took off his sports coat and draped it over my shoulders and helped me up off my knees. Then he offered me his handkerchief so I could wipe the cum and stuff off my face.
I wiped the splooge off my face as best I could. There I was sitting naked on one of the low metal benches in front of a row of lockers my pussy leaving a wet spot that was definitely going to be visible if I stood up. When I looked at Mr. Cadwallader’s handkerchief it was a mess of soaked black glop and cum. I didn’t know what to do and said sheepishly, “I’m sorry. I’ll take this home and wash it and bring it back to you.” Mr. Cadwallader just took it between his finger and thumb not saying anything like it was a dead rat and dropped it into the trash can.
Then he held out his hand and helped me stand up while gently saying, “Let’s get you into my office and out of this public display.” My hand was like a baby bird in his hand. His hand was at least twice as big as mine and when he touched me it was electricity ran through my whole body. I couldn’t have articulated it at the time but somewhere deep in mind I think I was aware that this was the alpha bull at Southside High.
I said, “Thank you Mr. Cadwallader” as he led me to his office. It turned out he was also the football coach.
As we walked on he looked down at me and said softly, “Please, Julie, you can call me Big C, everyone does.” I know, I know, it was stupid but yes I asked him why everyone calls him Big C. He explained that it started when he was playing college football. His last name was just too long for the announcers to say before the play moved on so they started calling him Big C because, “Well I’m pretty big and the C stands for Cadwallader and maybe for some other things.” Then he winked at me conspiratorially and laughed the most delightful infectious laugh I had ever heard. Before I knew it, I was standing naked in a boys locker room holding hands and laughing out loud with a gorgeous black teacher outside his office feeling my pussy lube trickle down my inner thigh.
Big C’s office was spacious and had a futon couch with a thick pad on it. We sat side by side on the couch with my hand still nestled into his. He said soothingly, “That whole escapade with Darnell must have been quite a fright for you on your first day of school and all. I’ll make sure he runs some extra drills in practice.” I explained to him that I was just trying to fit in and that I really wanted to go to Southside where the kids were more genuine and lived real lives unlike the over-protective environment at Aquinas. And I probably overdid it gushing about how much I loved math and was looking forward to Math Club.
That’s when he put his huge black hand on my thigh and looked at me seriously and told me that he really liked smart white girls. That he had known several very well in college and still saw them sometimes because of the children they shared but he was so glad I decided to transfer to Southside because there just wasn’t much opportunity for him to meet smart white girls these days.
When he put his hand on my thigh, my legs involuntarily spread and his fingertips started to trace along my inner thigh. Each time his fingers traced down toward my knee he went a little further and each time this slid higher he went a little higher. Every time his fingertips approached my pussy, my breath caught in my throat in anticipation but then he would stop and retreat back toward my knee. All the time we were just looking into each other’s eyes.
Finally, after what seemed to be forever his fingertips fluttered at my labia and then they were gone again. This time tracing down the other inner thigh. I couldn’t decide what was more torturous, Darius’ wham bam or being playing slowly and arduously by Big C like a musical instrument. I guess my pussy was answering that question because I could feel my wetness soaking into the futon cushion and my thighs were tingling and quivering like I had never known them to do.
Finally, Big C leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips. His thick lips sucking my thin pink lips between them and his tongue gently licking at my lips. Then I felt his thick black finger deftly part my labia and ease itself slowly inside me. His finger was thick and longer. Probably as big as Darius’ cock and the cocks of the white boys I had sucked at Aquinas so it was a pretty tight fit. He broke off the kiss and sighed with pleasure as his finger slid deeper until it came up against my hymen. Then he stopped but did not withdraw his finger.
He whispered soothingly to me about this being my first time and how honored he was that I should allow him to be my first and how he was going to be gentle. He said he would try to give me so much pleasure that I would hardly notice the small instant of pain. He asked me if I wanted him to go ahead and I nodded. In that moment there was no doubt in my mind that Big C was going to be my black bull and protector for at least the school year and I hoped longer. I wanted him all of Big C if him.
I was shocked when he got on his knees and pushed my legs far apart. No boy had ever considered my pleasure before. They were always in a clumsy hurry to get their rocks off. This was what I had been waiting for. Then Big C lowered his face to my pussy and his long tongue darted out to tease and toy with my labia. He licked and toyed with my labia until they were glistening with his saliva then he began probing between my labia. He was slipping his tongue inside me - in and out fucking me with his tongue. In my mind, I could his his black face pressed near my pink cunt and his long pink tongue sliding between my labia and disappearing inside me. My body felt like it was on fire and I could feel my orgasm nearing when he withdrew his tongue. I felt the deflation of my orgasmic high but before it could diminish much his lips seized my clit and his tongue slowly began licking it. Every time his tongue flicked at it, I felt a bolt of electricity pulse through my body and my back arched uncontrollably. It seemed like I was imagining at first that his thick finger was entering me again, but soon I felt the pressure against my hymen.
Big C increased the pace of his licking on my clit. My body was quivering all over. I instinctively knew I was about to experience the most explosive orgasm of my life even though none of my self-induced orgasm had ever gotten me to this heightened sensory state before. Big C could tell I was close and started licking my clit wildly and as my orgasm began to wash over me in earth shattering waves, he plunged his finger through the thin layer of my womanhood. I honestly don’t remember any pain. I know other women say they it was painful when their cherry was popped or maybe I’m a weirdo and get off on a little pain. After all, I did pierce my nipples when I was 16.
Big C and I did fuck for the first time after school in his office on his futon. They say a woman shouldn’t tell everything but I will tell you that he more than deserves the name Big C. OMG. His cock is so huge. When I saw it, I told him “there’s no way that can fit in my pussy.” He smiled and said he thought it would fit just fine if we took our time and used plenty of lube.
Big C slathered my pussy with lubricant and then let me get on top so that I could control the penetration and back off if it started to hurt. I can tell you I did quite a bit of that. We got the head of his cock in and then it was just an inch in and a half inch out. I know that sounds mechanical but it wasn’t like that. We would make a little progress, maybe an inch, and then stop and hold it there and kiss passionately. Big C is an incredible kisser. He would be holding my tiny ass in his big hands. His fingers are so long that he can hold my ass and his fingertips touch my pussy. His fingertips would be toying at my labia around his hard black cock teasing me open. After this bit if languorous kissing and teasing of my pussy, I would slide up a half inch or so on his pole then slide down further. It probably took us a hour to get him all the way in and by that time we were both literally panting with desire and lust. With his cock buried deep in my cunt, I used my pussy muscles to contract around his cock over and over until finally he began growling and his cock began twitching and spasming inside me. Shit thinking it about it now has me on the edge of cumming, but sensing his orgasm was imminent made mine come on like a freight train and we both came thrashing, grunting and crying out together. I felt his hit black seed spewing deep into my womb. It just kept cumming with each spasm of his cock and every time it did, I came again. We must have orgasm together for several minutes and I could feel his cum oozing out of me around his cock.
I laid there a top his huge toned body for a long time with his cock inside me feeling our hearts best together and his cum dribbling out of my as his cock softened. Finally, I felt his cock slide free and a flood of cum followed it. When we got up there was a huge pile of Big C’s cum on his futon. He looked at me lovingly and just said “You ought to clean that up Julie.” I got down on my knees and turned my head sideways on the couch next to the cum pile while continuing to make eye contact with Big C, then I stuck out my tongue and scooped up his cum in one swipe and swallowed. I finished by sucking his cock clean and licking under his leathery foreskin savoring his musk.We fucked all school year and over spring break Big C came to our house for dinner one night. My mom was really pleased to meet him. I can’t wait to introduce him to my sister. My baby is due in May and I hope she gets along with her new uncle who was born in April. I’m also hoping the baby doesn’t come before graduation. I want to walk on the stage with my big pregnant belly carrying Big C’s baby.
