Valerie's [Blacked] Birthday
Valerie’s [Blacked] Birthday
Join Valerie Cercone on an adventure of a lifetime! Over the course of six hours, you will see her utterly transformed on this 21st birthday of hers, going from a racial-justice loving white college girl to... well, you'll see. Observe the tags, they are there for a reason, though given the nature of this board, I doubt any of the content will be a surprise to anyone here.
This story occurs within an already established literary universe of mine, the Kiss Universe, and some characters from previous works, or things from the Universe as a whole will be involved. If you are at all interested in reading my other stories, you should be forewarned... they are filthy, smutty, incestuous, and a bunch of other things which cannot be posted here. My link on AO3 is: Ealdor
Join Valerie Cercone on an adventure of a lifetime! Over the course of six hours, you will see her utterly transformed on this 21st birthday of hers, going from a racial-justice loving white college girl to... well, you'll see. Observe the tags, they are there for a reason, though given the nature of this board, I doubt any of the content will be a surprise to anyone here.
This story occurs within an already established literary universe of mine, the Kiss Universe, and some characters from previous works, or things from the Universe as a whole will be involved. If you are at all interested in reading my other stories, you should be forewarned... they are filthy, smutty, incestuous, and a bunch of other things which cannot be posted here. My link on AO3 is: Ealdor
Valerie's [Blacked] Birthday (Part I: Arrival)
[February 22, 2032]
“Val, why are you wearing that? I thought you picked out a dress for our dinner tonight…?”
Said Chad as he rode shotgun beside the love of his life. Looking to his left, he took in her beautiful dark-brunette hair. Cut to just above her shoulders, she looked truly radiant in his eyes, a perfect queen. Her hazel eyes left the road to stare daggers at him, and she said with a twinge of anger,
“You know why, Chad! I told you already, we’re going to the BBC rally before our dinner date, and I’ve gotta show my support, it’s important for Christ’s sake! I spent all that time making that sign, I’m not gonna miss out on using it!”
She turned back to the matter at hand, gripping the wheel with white knuckles. Leaning over the console, Chad kissed her cheek. As if in adoration, as soon as he pulled away, she placed her hand over the spot. Damn you’re so sexy- His thought was cut off when he got his first good look at the organization’s merch-shirt.
“Babe, you do know what ‘BBC’ stands for right?”
They ran a red light as her glare returned. A car’s honk dopplered in and out of hearing as they passed within an inch of being t-boned and ending the whole mess then and there. Even when you’re upset, you’re lovely. The betrothal ring in his pants pocket was money well spent, he thought. I’m gonna take her to her favorite fancy dinner joint, and then we’re going to our special place where I’ll propose and it’ll be the happiest day of her life, I know it!
“Yessss Chad, I know! It stands for the Beautiful Black Community! It even says so on my shirt, see?”
Chad scanned it once more, and he fired back,
“I see the acronym, but it also says, ‘I am a White Woman who Loves BBC.’ And what’s that spade with a ‘Q’ in the middle for?”
Valerie huffed as he saw the rally location up ahead. She retorted,
“Its an anti-racist symbol, Chad, you wouldn’t understand. Seriously, I can’t believe you said all that racist shit earlier. Pastor Phil-”
He cut in rather matter-of-factly,
“Pastor Phil was accused of sexually assaulting minors, Val, that is a fact and not some white-supremacist nonsense. Ten girls and five boys, Valerie. I don’t-”
Why is he being so fucking racist?! God damn it, Chad you’re so sweet, but shut the fuck up! Her Black Studies professor, the venerable Doctor Barnes told their class,
“Remember my ripe young pupils, Black Lives Matter. It doesn’t matter what a man or woman’s sins are, they matter, and I’d dare say they have more worth to me than a lot of white-folk’s lives. Now, repeat after me everyone, ahem, ‘Black, Lives, Matter!’”
In a fit of pique, Valerie rebuked Chad, saying,
“Shut up! Shut up with your ***’s racist shit! I don’t care what Wolf News tells him, he’s a racist white-bigot! You know what really happened? Fifteen racist and homophobic cis-white fathers accused a visionary like Pastor Phil of ****** their seventeen-year-old children… but here’s the thing. Of those fifteen? None of them accused him of a damn thing! They all had nothing but good things to say about him. Doesn’t matter though, the white pigs killed him anyway those damn monsters.”
Valerie followed the signage, and soon the parking lot was in sight. Chad asked her,
“Don’t you think it’s a little racist to say ‘white pigs’? We’re-”
I’m a worthless colonizer, I need to atone, I must atone! Valerie let out an internal mental sob as she had to educate Chad once more on this issue.
“Babe, we’re racist, murderous, colonizers! We’ve oppressed the African Race for far, far too long. Now either I’m going to show my support, or you can find a different ride home! Pastor Phil was a visionary… He had this idea about a New World Order, led by the Black Race as they guided us all to a brighter future in harmony. I don’t get why this is such a big deal to you so suddenly. You liked my Instagram essay about him the day he was murdered for… ugh, ‘resisting arrest’.”
Valerie took the right and found a parking space after five minutes of searching. After parking and making sure she had everything she and Chad needed, she made doubly sure to lock her car. They were in the rougher part of Southern Chicago after all… Fuck! I’m so racist. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me, I’m doing better!
Chad hugged her from the side, and he told her,
“I’m sorry honey, I’m trying for you, ok? You look lovely, even if your shirt is two sizes too small. Hah… I can’t believe I have you.”
She looked up into his deep, blue eyes and saw the man she had fallen for. Sure, your penis is small… but I love you too much to care. Size isn’t everything, and your tongue is better than all of my girlfriends and ex-boyfriends combined. Valerie kissed his cheek, adding,
“Don’t try for me, my love. Try for them. Trust me, you’ll love activism once you get into it. Now, let’s find the registration tent and see where we’re needed, huh?”
Chad had other ideas, his hands finding her soft ass. She leaned into his out of shape body as his soft hands groped her. Mmm… Yet she had to maintain decency, especially in a place like this. It almost felt dirty for him to touch her at all, let alone like this. She could see dozens of fit, tall black men walking by, and she felt intimidated by their presence. Chad whispered,
“I think we’ll have plenty of fun later, huh? What’s a little walking and protesting?”
Now you’re getting it! Unable to suppress a moan, she told him,
“Knock it off, you’re not gonna get lucky until after everything at the earliest, ok?”
His hands left her ass, and relieving some of the filth from her soul… Now if only I could cleanse the filth of my pale skin!
“Val, why are you wearing that? I thought you picked out a dress for our dinner tonight…?”
Said Chad as he rode shotgun beside the love of his life. Looking to his left, he took in her beautiful dark-brunette hair. Cut to just above her shoulders, she looked truly radiant in his eyes, a perfect queen. Her hazel eyes left the road to stare daggers at him, and she said with a twinge of anger,
“You know why, Chad! I told you already, we’re going to the BBC rally before our dinner date, and I’ve gotta show my support, it’s important for Christ’s sake! I spent all that time making that sign, I’m not gonna miss out on using it!”
She turned back to the matter at hand, gripping the wheel with white knuckles. Leaning over the console, Chad kissed her cheek. As if in adoration, as soon as he pulled away, she placed her hand over the spot. Damn you’re so sexy- His thought was cut off when he got his first good look at the organization’s merch-shirt.
“Babe, you do know what ‘BBC’ stands for right?”
They ran a red light as her glare returned. A car’s honk dopplered in and out of hearing as they passed within an inch of being t-boned and ending the whole mess then and there. Even when you’re upset, you’re lovely. The betrothal ring in his pants pocket was money well spent, he thought. I’m gonna take her to her favorite fancy dinner joint, and then we’re going to our special place where I’ll propose and it’ll be the happiest day of her life, I know it!
“Yessss Chad, I know! It stands for the Beautiful Black Community! It even says so on my shirt, see?”
Chad scanned it once more, and he fired back,
“I see the acronym, but it also says, ‘I am a White Woman who Loves BBC.’ And what’s that spade with a ‘Q’ in the middle for?”
Valerie huffed as he saw the rally location up ahead. She retorted,
“Its an anti-racist symbol, Chad, you wouldn’t understand. Seriously, I can’t believe you said all that racist shit earlier. Pastor Phil-”
He cut in rather matter-of-factly,
“Pastor Phil was accused of sexually assaulting minors, Val, that is a fact and not some white-supremacist nonsense. Ten girls and five boys, Valerie. I don’t-”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Why is he being so fucking racist?! God damn it, Chad you’re so sweet, but shut the fuck up! Her Black Studies professor, the venerable Doctor Barnes told their class,
“Remember my ripe young pupils, Black Lives Matter. It doesn’t matter what a man or woman’s sins are, they matter, and I’d dare say they have more worth to me than a lot of white-folk’s lives. Now, repeat after me everyone, ahem, ‘Black, Lives, Matter!’”
In a fit of pique, Valerie rebuked Chad, saying,
“Shut up! Shut up with your ***’s racist shit! I don’t care what Wolf News tells him, he’s a racist white-bigot! You know what really happened? Fifteen racist and homophobic cis-white fathers accused a visionary like Pastor Phil of ****** their seventeen-year-old children… but here’s the thing. Of those fifteen? None of them accused him of a damn thing! They all had nothing but good things to say about him. Doesn’t matter though, the white pigs killed him anyway those damn monsters.”
Valerie followed the signage, and soon the parking lot was in sight. Chad asked her,
“Don’t you think it’s a little racist to say ‘white pigs’? We’re-”
I’m a worthless colonizer, I need to atone, I must atone! Valerie let out an internal mental sob as she had to educate Chad once more on this issue.
“Babe, we’re racist, murderous, colonizers! We’ve oppressed the African Race for far, far too long. Now either I’m going to show my support, or you can find a different ride home! Pastor Phil was a visionary… He had this idea about a New World Order, led by the Black Race as they guided us all to a brighter future in harmony. I don’t get why this is such a big deal to you so suddenly. You liked my Instagram essay about him the day he was murdered for… ugh, ‘resisting arrest’.”
Valerie took the right and found a parking space after five minutes of searching. After parking and making sure she had everything she and Chad needed, she made doubly sure to lock her car. They were in the rougher part of Southern Chicago after all… Fuck! I’m so racist. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me, I’m doing better!
Chad hugged her from the side, and he told her,
“I’m sorry honey, I’m trying for you, ok? You look lovely, even if your shirt is two sizes too small. Hah… I can’t believe I have you.”
She looked up into his deep, blue eyes and saw the man she had fallen for. Sure, your penis is small… but I love you too much to care. Size isn’t everything, and your tongue is better than all of my girlfriends and ex-boyfriends combined. Valerie kissed his cheek, adding,
“Don’t try for me, my love. Try for them. Trust me, you’ll love activism once you get into it. Now, let’s find the registration tent and see where we’re needed, huh?”
Chad had other ideas, his hands finding her soft ass. She leaned into his out of shape body as his soft hands groped her. Mmm… Yet she had to maintain decency, especially in a place like this. It almost felt dirty for him to touch her at all, let alone like this. She could see dozens of fit, tall black men walking by, and she felt intimidated by their presence. Chad whispered,
“I think we’ll have plenty of fun later, huh? What’s a little walking and protesting?”
Now you’re getting it! Unable to suppress a moan, she told him,
“Knock it off, you’re not gonna get lucky until after everything at the earliest, ok?”
His hands left her ass, and relieving some of the filth from her soul… Now if only I could cleanse the filth of my pale skin!
Valerie's [Blacked] Birthday (Part II: Processing)
Finding the tent wasn’t hard… but the waiting was unbearable. Finally, just this woman and we can get registered and assigned. Please, please, please put me on the march! The tired African woman asked while looking at her tablet,
“Name?”
The preppy woman’s voice replied as her ass jiggled and wobbled,
“Moira Faith.”
She had an odd tattoo on her neck. Leaning in close to read it, Valerie saw that it read, R.O.S. and that it had a crown topping it. What’s that for? Maybe if I see her later, I’ll ask…
“Date of Birth?”
Moira replied,
“February twenty-sixth, two-thousand nine.”
Damn, she’s not much older than me! Valerie felt a sense of pride and kinship with whoever this woman was already. She liked the curve of Moira’s back, and from behind she could just barely make out the bulge of the woman’s tits.
“Occupation?”
Her birthday neighbor thought for a second, but then answered honestly,
“Student Teacher, professional slut full time…”
Valerie grew appalled that Moira would declare something so openly. Looking at the woman behind the folding table, she saw quite a different reaction. The woman… Rhianna she saw her name was, smiled ear to ear. In as sultry a tone as Moira had, she asked,
“So, I don’t think I need to ask this, but are you here for the march or for… reparations?”
Reparations? Like… paying? Shit, I’ll pay whatever it takes!
“I’ve been to BBC rallies before, I’m all about reparations… Professional slut, remember? I’m willing to serve and service as much as I’m needed.”
Holy shit that sounds dirty! Christ am I getting wet?! Chad seemed to move from foot to foot behind her. Valerie reached back to grab his hand, and when she found it, he squeezed her palm reassuringly. She continued to listen in as Rhianna asked,
“Now… since you know I’ve gotta ask, don’t be offended. What brings you in?”
Moira chuckled, and then she said with an exasperated voice,
“Oh… I’m just gonna be somewhere all day on my birthday where I just know my ex-whiteboi boyfriend is gonna be. I need something to help me take my mind off of it and him.”
That’s it, right? There can’t be more-
“Alright Ms. Faith, we thank you for your willingness to contribute to white reparations for your race’s wrongs. Tell me, do you wish to pay with or without the Kiss?”
The Kiss?! Like… the Cupid’s Kiss?! Valerie had to wonder just what form reparations would come in if they were offering that famous and infamous party-aphrodisiac while people paid reparations. Moira’s answer dragged her out of her reverie,
“With the Kiss, if you’re providing it. I’ve got my own too, though. Christ, I can’t stand it without that Atreus drug.”
Rhianna’s grin turned conspiratorial, but then with one quick reach under the table, she came out with a purple pill in a tiny plastic cup. In a flash, Moira had it down and was told to go back the way she came and to the large carnival tent. Just as the black-haired woman turned, she shouted,
“Black Power!”
All of the black men and women there, functioning as clerks and security, formed fists and raised them. Valerie got a good look at Moira’s front, and she had to say, she was impressed. Damn woman, you ARE a slut! Fuck that’s a pretty necklace, if a bit bold. Moira wore a gold and diamond plated necklace which read SLUT. It sat just across her generous cleavage, and Valerie found herself jealous of Moira’s larger tits.
Looking further up, though, Valerie was stunned by another set of her features. If Moira’s ass looked as soft as a pair of fluffy pillows, her jaw could cut diamonds! Her skin was as smooth as silk, and her nose was small, like Valerie’s own. She could see kissing those full red lips, and getting lost in those light green eyes… until they shifted color!
Holy crap, I’ve never seen this in person! Valerie knew the effects of the Cupid’s Kiss… After all, she had contemplated buying a bottle to perhaps spice up her sex-life. Chad, Devin, Dale, and even Brad all sucked in bed, but at least Chad wasn’t a fuckboy. None of this hid his inadequacies though. What did though, was, to her at least, obvious. What if I hurt him by taking that? He’s so sweet…
As Moira shuddered in apparent ecstasy, and as her eyes flared a brilliant and luminescent neon pink, she said to Valerie,
“Hey there sexy. Try the reparations, they’re unforgettable!”
Moira was gone before Valerie could say anything. The woman’s tired, “Next!” brought her attention, and so she took Moira’s spot. Valerie greeted the woman warmly, and then stated her name,
“Valerie Cercone.”
Rhianna’s eyes lit up,
“I see you’re new here. I bet you heard Miss Moira’s questioning… Alright, well we’re gonna run a quick background check on you here, it should be done just as we’re done with your questions. Ok so, that’s going now… date of birth?”
Valerie nodded and answered,
“February twenty-second, twenty-eleven.”
Her questioner’s look warmed.
“Well then Ms. Val, Happy Birthday to you! Its good to see a white girl turn up for the cause of a brotha even on her birthday, bless your soul! Now, what do ya do for a living?”
She blushed and looked away.
“Well, like Moira, I’m studying to be a teacher… I’m still mainly in the lecture hall though. My boyfriend Chad here-”
Rhianna cut in,
“We’re dealing with you, Ms. Cercone. The whiteboi can be handled in a moment.”
Clearing her throat, Valerie apologized before going on,
“Sorry… Yes, I’m a student. I hope to help advance the cause of racial justice in the classroom though!”
Please believe me! Oh god, please, I’m so sorry for what we did to you!
“Don’t be sorry, you’re eager! All you bright-eyed white girls are… Now, what brings you in?”
Valerie needed no rehearsed answer, and she gave no moment to think about it. Isn’t it obvious?
“I’m here, Ms. Rhianna, because I’m a filthy white person! My skin is sin, and I’m worthless without helping the black cause. I believe in the Beautiful Black Community… and… and…”
Chad hugged her from behind. He whispered in her ear,
“It’s ok, baby. Its ok to feel however you’re feeling…”
Valerie blurted it out,
“I believe in what Pastor Phil taught! I want a world of justice, for you, for your people, for all. And those white pigs killed him! Please, let me stand with you, let-”
Rhianna held her finger up, her eyes glued to the tablet. The woman gasped, causing Valerie to come closer.
“What’s the matter? I-”
Her processor looked her in the eye and said,
“Well, I’m sure you’re sincere, you sounded sincere… but you are the ******** of a racist man. Your father voted republican in the twenty-sixteen and twenty-twenty elections. Here he is in front of his Trump flags both times, and I trust that’s you with him too.”
Her eyes went wide as she saw her *** with those flags. She had entirely forgotten taking those pictures, but the truth was undeniable! Valerie felt the brush of the sign she made, but she forgot it as she babbled,
“Please, I… I was only nine in that first one, I’ve never voted anything other than blue my entire adult life. I’m anti-racist, I’m… yes, I’m the ******** of a racist, but please let me atone, let me-”
A strong, callused hand took her shoulder, and a deeply soothing voice asked,
“Is something the matter here, Ms. Blanchard?”
Valerie looked up into the face of a giant! He towered over her, over Chad, and his body seemed to ripple with muscles. There was a sudden scent in the air, and taking a deep inhale of it, she smelled… man! Unbeknownst to her, Valerie’s eyes dilated while her pussy moistened, and her clit throbbed.
“No, Tyrone. We’ve got an eager-beaver white girl here who wants to serve but her father is a racist white pig. Nothing I can’t handle… So, Ms. Cercone, your only option here, I’m afraid, is mandatory reparations. After you pay them, you’re welcome to our next march, but we just can’t let you in unless you’ve proven yourself to our cause.”
She suddenly remembered her sign, and she took it from Chad.
“But I made this for the march! Isn’t it great?”
The sign read,
“Black Lives Matter, don’t they? What did Pastor Phil do to deserve death? He threatened White Supremacy, that’s what! Black Power!”
Their unasked-for guest Tyrone took the sign and studied it.
“Well, well… I’ll say, mamacita, your work is excellent. Why don’t we give this to one of the less prepared marchers? While reparations are important, us brothas don’t like all these signs or slogan shouting when you pay us. And I think you’ll be rather popular with the niggas, that’s fo sho!”
Valerie turned towards Tyrone, and she saw he truly was an Adonis. Unable to help herself, she ran her hand up and down his chest. Her heart thudded in her chest as she felt a real man for the first time. An errant stroke went down all the way to his crotch, but she expected to feel only fabric over his clothed crotch… but she found something else instead!
It can’t be true! That’s just a myth from porn… they can’t really be this big, can they be?! Her hand brushed a throbbing python of a cock. Remembering who she was with, and who he was, she pulled her hand away as if she were burned. Valerie stuttered an apology, but Tyrone only stroked a hand through her hair.
Suddenly, a pale hand gripped Tyrone’s arm.
“Hey buddy, that’s my girlfriend you’re grop-”
Tyrone’s gaze fell upon Chad, and it was nearly comical how he seemed to shrink. Chad was like a boy in every way compared to Tyrone.
“Is something the matter, boy? No? Then step off and be cool!”
Chadley Simmons, her soulmate, her lover, the one who cared for her and protected her… kowtowed before Tyrone and stepped back. When was the last time I had butterflies like this?!
“Well… I did want to march, but I’ll gladly pay reparations for my daddy’s racism. Chad’s pretty racist too, even though he doesn’t mean to be.”
Turning back to Rhianna, she saw her processor had a more devious grin than before. The woman said,
“Well, judging by your reaction to Tyrone, I’m going to guess you haven’t done this kinda thing before. So, I’ll do you a favor and give you a Kiss pill too. Trust me, you’ll need it.”
Valerie accepted the pill without a word, and she turned to go with Tyrone. Putting her arm around his, she went without a thought for Chad. Even so, she heard him call,
“Val, you’re just gonna go with him?”
Duh! As they walked, Tyrone made small talk, and she found him so fucking funny, and sweet. Damn he’s a hunk too. What am I gonna use this pill for, though?
Chad fumed but tried to keep it hidden. Looking back to Rhianna, he said,
“Look, I’m with her, so I’m gonna-”
Rhianna snapped her fingers, and he came right to attention.
“Listen here you punk ass bitch, your girl Val told us all we needed to know about you, ok? So, what we’re gonna do is get your worm-dicked whiteboi ass outa here. Jamal! Come drag this sissy-faggot out of here!”
No, you can’t possibly be doing this to me! Chad slammed his palms on the table, and he demanded,
“You tell me what’s going on in that tent! What are these reparations?! Huh? Answer me you ni-”
Rhianna’s eyes virtually flashed, and she set her face defiantly as if saying, “Finish that word, cracker, I dare you!” Two hands gripped him by the shoulders, and Chad was manhandled away. Rhianna called as he was frog-walked out,
“You’ll be lucky if you ever see her again after this, cuck! If she lets you clean a brotha’s cum outta her pussy, consider it a blessing from your Nubian Gods!”
Once outside, Chad commanded,
“Let me go you freak! I’m outside!”
Jamal did just that, throwing him to the ground with a loud thud. His impact knocked the wind out of him, but while he was getting up, Jamal said in a thick African accent,
“Don’t make any more trouble for us, got it?”
Although he answered, he knew he had to find his girlfriend! She was acting so weird. Like, was she hypnotized by that fucking brute? She’s probably in danger! He thought he caught sight of her going into that large tent. Her hair was unmistakable, and so was that Queen of Spades logo on the back of her shirt!
Chad ran to the entrance of the tent, but two of the bouncers stepped before him. Their bulging arms crossed over their chests, and he knew based on their muscle mass alone that he wouldn’t be able to fight his way in.
“There a problem, whitey?”
One of them asked, while the other just glared at him. From their strong faces, right down to their athletic legs, Chad knew he should fear them. He did fear them, and so he backed away, shaking his head. Fucking coward!
“No… no sirs, I was just looking for the toilet…”
The lie hurt worse than the truth. Silent man number two became less silent as he said derisively,
“There’s a park down the road. Go shit in the grass like the animal you are, white scum!”
More embarrassed than the time his mother caught him masturbating for the first time, Chad nodded with a stuttering motion. He turned and ran off for a time…
“Name?”
The preppy woman’s voice replied as her ass jiggled and wobbled,
“Moira Faith.”
She had an odd tattoo on her neck. Leaning in close to read it, Valerie saw that it read, R.O.S. and that it had a crown topping it. What’s that for? Maybe if I see her later, I’ll ask…
“Date of Birth?”
Moira replied,
“February twenty-sixth, two-thousand nine.”
Damn, she’s not much older than me! Valerie felt a sense of pride and kinship with whoever this woman was already. She liked the curve of Moira’s back, and from behind she could just barely make out the bulge of the woman’s tits.
“Occupation?”
Her birthday neighbor thought for a second, but then answered honestly,
“Student Teacher, professional slut full time…”
Valerie grew appalled that Moira would declare something so openly. Looking at the woman behind the folding table, she saw quite a different reaction. The woman… Rhianna she saw her name was, smiled ear to ear. In as sultry a tone as Moira had, she asked,
“So, I don’t think I need to ask this, but are you here for the march or for… reparations?”
Reparations? Like… paying? Shit, I’ll pay whatever it takes!
“I’ve been to BBC rallies before, I’m all about reparations… Professional slut, remember? I’m willing to serve and service as much as I’m needed.”
Holy shit that sounds dirty! Christ am I getting wet?! Chad seemed to move from foot to foot behind her. Valerie reached back to grab his hand, and when she found it, he squeezed her palm reassuringly. She continued to listen in as Rhianna asked,
“Now… since you know I’ve gotta ask, don’t be offended. What brings you in?”
Moira chuckled, and then she said with an exasperated voice,
“Oh… I’m just gonna be somewhere all day on my birthday where I just know my ex-whiteboi boyfriend is gonna be. I need something to help me take my mind off of it and him.”
That’s it, right? There can’t be more-
“Alright Ms. Faith, we thank you for your willingness to contribute to white reparations for your race’s wrongs. Tell me, do you wish to pay with or without the Kiss?”
The Kiss?! Like… the Cupid’s Kiss?! Valerie had to wonder just what form reparations would come in if they were offering that famous and infamous party-aphrodisiac while people paid reparations. Moira’s answer dragged her out of her reverie,
“With the Kiss, if you’re providing it. I’ve got my own too, though. Christ, I can’t stand it without that Atreus drug.”
Rhianna’s grin turned conspiratorial, but then with one quick reach under the table, she came out with a purple pill in a tiny plastic cup. In a flash, Moira had it down and was told to go back the way she came and to the large carnival tent. Just as the black-haired woman turned, she shouted,
“Black Power!”
All of the black men and women there, functioning as clerks and security, formed fists and raised them. Valerie got a good look at Moira’s front, and she had to say, she was impressed. Damn woman, you ARE a slut! Fuck that’s a pretty necklace, if a bit bold. Moira wore a gold and diamond plated necklace which read SLUT. It sat just across her generous cleavage, and Valerie found herself jealous of Moira’s larger tits.
Looking further up, though, Valerie was stunned by another set of her features. If Moira’s ass looked as soft as a pair of fluffy pillows, her jaw could cut diamonds! Her skin was as smooth as silk, and her nose was small, like Valerie’s own. She could see kissing those full red lips, and getting lost in those light green eyes… until they shifted color!
Holy crap, I’ve never seen this in person! Valerie knew the effects of the Cupid’s Kiss… After all, she had contemplated buying a bottle to perhaps spice up her sex-life. Chad, Devin, Dale, and even Brad all sucked in bed, but at least Chad wasn’t a fuckboy. None of this hid his inadequacies though. What did though, was, to her at least, obvious. What if I hurt him by taking that? He’s so sweet…
As Moira shuddered in apparent ecstasy, and as her eyes flared a brilliant and luminescent neon pink, she said to Valerie,
“Hey there sexy. Try the reparations, they’re unforgettable!”
Moira was gone before Valerie could say anything. The woman’s tired, “Next!” brought her attention, and so she took Moira’s spot. Valerie greeted the woman warmly, and then stated her name,
“Valerie Cercone.”
Rhianna’s eyes lit up,
“I see you’re new here. I bet you heard Miss Moira’s questioning… Alright, well we’re gonna run a quick background check on you here, it should be done just as we’re done with your questions. Ok so, that’s going now… date of birth?”
Valerie nodded and answered,
“February twenty-second, twenty-eleven.”
Her questioner’s look warmed.
“Well then Ms. Val, Happy Birthday to you! Its good to see a white girl turn up for the cause of a brotha even on her birthday, bless your soul! Now, what do ya do for a living?”
She blushed and looked away.
“Well, like Moira, I’m studying to be a teacher… I’m still mainly in the lecture hall though. My boyfriend Chad here-”
Rhianna cut in,
“We’re dealing with you, Ms. Cercone. The whiteboi can be handled in a moment.”
Clearing her throat, Valerie apologized before going on,
“Sorry… Yes, I’m a student. I hope to help advance the cause of racial justice in the classroom though!”
Please believe me! Oh god, please, I’m so sorry for what we did to you!
“Don’t be sorry, you’re eager! All you bright-eyed white girls are… Now, what brings you in?”
Valerie needed no rehearsed answer, and she gave no moment to think about it. Isn’t it obvious?
“I’m here, Ms. Rhianna, because I’m a filthy white person! My skin is sin, and I’m worthless without helping the black cause. I believe in the Beautiful Black Community… and… and…”
Chad hugged her from behind. He whispered in her ear,
“It’s ok, baby. Its ok to feel however you’re feeling…”
Valerie blurted it out,
“I believe in what Pastor Phil taught! I want a world of justice, for you, for your people, for all. And those white pigs killed him! Please, let me stand with you, let-”
Rhianna held her finger up, her eyes glued to the tablet. The woman gasped, causing Valerie to come closer.
“What’s the matter? I-”
Her processor looked her in the eye and said,
“Well, I’m sure you’re sincere, you sounded sincere… but you are the ******** of a racist man. Your father voted republican in the twenty-sixteen and twenty-twenty elections. Here he is in front of his Trump flags both times, and I trust that’s you with him too.”
Her eyes went wide as she saw her *** with those flags. She had entirely forgotten taking those pictures, but the truth was undeniable! Valerie felt the brush of the sign she made, but she forgot it as she babbled,
“Please, I… I was only nine in that first one, I’ve never voted anything other than blue my entire adult life. I’m anti-racist, I’m… yes, I’m the ******** of a racist, but please let me atone, let me-”
A strong, callused hand took her shoulder, and a deeply soothing voice asked,
“Is something the matter here, Ms. Blanchard?”
Valerie looked up into the face of a giant! He towered over her, over Chad, and his body seemed to ripple with muscles. There was a sudden scent in the air, and taking a deep inhale of it, she smelled… man! Unbeknownst to her, Valerie’s eyes dilated while her pussy moistened, and her clit throbbed.
“No, Tyrone. We’ve got an eager-beaver white girl here who wants to serve but her father is a racist white pig. Nothing I can’t handle… So, Ms. Cercone, your only option here, I’m afraid, is mandatory reparations. After you pay them, you’re welcome to our next march, but we just can’t let you in unless you’ve proven yourself to our cause.”
She suddenly remembered her sign, and she took it from Chad.
“But I made this for the march! Isn’t it great?”
The sign read,
“Black Lives Matter, don’t they? What did Pastor Phil do to deserve death? He threatened White Supremacy, that’s what! Black Power!”
Their unasked-for guest Tyrone took the sign and studied it.
“Well, well… I’ll say, mamacita, your work is excellent. Why don’t we give this to one of the less prepared marchers? While reparations are important, us brothas don’t like all these signs or slogan shouting when you pay us. And I think you’ll be rather popular with the niggas, that’s fo sho!”
Valerie turned towards Tyrone, and she saw he truly was an Adonis. Unable to help herself, she ran her hand up and down his chest. Her heart thudded in her chest as she felt a real man for the first time. An errant stroke went down all the way to his crotch, but she expected to feel only fabric over his clothed crotch… but she found something else instead!
It can’t be true! That’s just a myth from porn… they can’t really be this big, can they be?! Her hand brushed a throbbing python of a cock. Remembering who she was with, and who he was, she pulled her hand away as if she were burned. Valerie stuttered an apology, but Tyrone only stroked a hand through her hair.
Suddenly, a pale hand gripped Tyrone’s arm.
“Hey buddy, that’s my girlfriend you’re grop-”
Tyrone’s gaze fell upon Chad, and it was nearly comical how he seemed to shrink. Chad was like a boy in every way compared to Tyrone.
“Is something the matter, boy? No? Then step off and be cool!”
Chadley Simmons, her soulmate, her lover, the one who cared for her and protected her… kowtowed before Tyrone and stepped back. When was the last time I had butterflies like this?!
“Well… I did want to march, but I’ll gladly pay reparations for my daddy’s racism. Chad’s pretty racist too, even though he doesn’t mean to be.”
Turning back to Rhianna, she saw her processor had a more devious grin than before. The woman said,
“Well, judging by your reaction to Tyrone, I’m going to guess you haven’t done this kinda thing before. So, I’ll do you a favor and give you a Kiss pill too. Trust me, you’ll need it.”
Valerie accepted the pill without a word, and she turned to go with Tyrone. Putting her arm around his, she went without a thought for Chad. Even so, she heard him call,
“Val, you’re just gonna go with him?”
Duh! As they walked, Tyrone made small talk, and she found him so fucking funny, and sweet. Damn he’s a hunk too. What am I gonna use this pill for, though?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Chad fumed but tried to keep it hidden. Looking back to Rhianna, he said,
“Look, I’m with her, so I’m gonna-”
Rhianna snapped her fingers, and he came right to attention.
“Listen here you punk ass bitch, your girl Val told us all we needed to know about you, ok? So, what we’re gonna do is get your worm-dicked whiteboi ass outa here. Jamal! Come drag this sissy-faggot out of here!”
No, you can’t possibly be doing this to me! Chad slammed his palms on the table, and he demanded,
“You tell me what’s going on in that tent! What are these reparations?! Huh? Answer me you ni-”
Rhianna’s eyes virtually flashed, and she set her face defiantly as if saying, “Finish that word, cracker, I dare you!” Two hands gripped him by the shoulders, and Chad was manhandled away. Rhianna called as he was frog-walked out,
“You’ll be lucky if you ever see her again after this, cuck! If she lets you clean a brotha’s cum outta her pussy, consider it a blessing from your Nubian Gods!”
Once outside, Chad commanded,
“Let me go you freak! I’m outside!”
Jamal did just that, throwing him to the ground with a loud thud. His impact knocked the wind out of him, but while he was getting up, Jamal said in a thick African accent,
“Don’t make any more trouble for us, got it?”
Although he answered, he knew he had to find his girlfriend! She was acting so weird. Like, was she hypnotized by that fucking brute? She’s probably in danger! He thought he caught sight of her going into that large tent. Her hair was unmistakable, and so was that Queen of Spades logo on the back of her shirt!
Chad ran to the entrance of the tent, but two of the bouncers stepped before him. Their bulging arms crossed over their chests, and he knew based on their muscle mass alone that he wouldn’t be able to fight his way in.
“There a problem, whitey?”
One of them asked, while the other just glared at him. From their strong faces, right down to their athletic legs, Chad knew he should fear them. He did fear them, and so he backed away, shaking his head. Fucking coward!
“No… no sirs, I was just looking for the toilet…”
The lie hurt worse than the truth. Silent man number two became less silent as he said derisively,
“There’s a park down the road. Go shit in the grass like the animal you are, white scum!”
More embarrassed than the time his mother caught him masturbating for the first time, Chad nodded with a stuttering motion. He turned and ran off for a time…
Valerie's [Blacked] Birthday (Part III: Moira's Guidance)
Valerie passed under the tent flaps into a heated space. The floor was wood paneled, and she could hear loud bass-filled music from further on. Looking about, she saw lockers, as well as some naked women leaving to enter what had to be the main room. On one’s ass she saw a spade tattoo, and looking down, she saw the same on her shirt! What’s going on here?
“So uh… Tyrone, how do I pay reparations? I’ve got my wallet… nnngggah!”
She moaned as Tyrone’s rough hand rubbed over her ass. Looking up into his brown eyes, she saw a wolf in man’s clothing. His grin was innocent though, and as she saw his perfect teeth, she understood something she had somehow missed earlier. As she parsed it, he told her,
“What did you think reparations meant, Val? You walk in here advertising yourself as a Big Black Cock Queen, you get handed a Cupid’s Kiss pill, and you see a white slut ask for reparations, and you didn’t guess?”
Valerie moaned again, this time in anticipation. But Chad! He…
“Ty, you’ve been so sweet to me, even in only these past two minutes, but I really shouldn’t. I have a boyfriend, and-”
Tyrone wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to his form. Valerie squeaked at the sudden move, but she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t want this. Her heart’s pace sped up and her breath ceased as he spoke to her with the sweetest voice she’d ever heard,
“No you don’t, not anymore. We both know this… we both knew when you stroked my cock back at admission. I knew the moment I saw you. After we’re done with you, you won’t even remember his name, so why don’t you just lose those clothes. Those are for out there, advertising our movement, but in here, white ass belongs bare for us.”
Despite herself, Valerie found her pussy making the decision for her. She shimmied out of her leggings first, and then her panties came down right after. The butterflies from earlier returned in force, and she let out a surprised gasp as he pulled her tightly to him. She rested her head on his chest, merely feeling a real, strong man for the first time. Although she was only half-dressed, she already felt like she was on display for him. Holy shit he’s squeezing my ass! Valerie wiggled against him.
“Well… Ty, how do I feel?”
He replied,
“Like a fine piece of ass, now let’s see the rest of you.”
She briefly set aside her cup while she took off her shirt and bra. Tyrone’s jovial face grew merrier as he took in her respectable breasts. Remembering the pill, she picked it back up. Studying it, she was surprised at how small it was. Something so powerful in something so tiny!? Jesus-” Tyrone’s lips encircling one of her nipples shut her thought off with a long, needy moan.
“Oh god… Ty, yesssss!”
What am I thinking?! Stop thisss… nggh! He’s touching my pussy! Valerie ground into his dexterous fingers as he played with her clit. His lips left her nipple, and they fell upon hers. Tyrone’s tongue sallied forth, and her mouth opened to admit him. Valerie submitted herself to a tongue duel which turned into him merely raiding her submissive mouth.
Valerie broke off the kiss, panting and wanting more but she knew they shouldn’t have done that!
“Look, really, I shouldn’t… This feels so wrong to me! What if he finds out?”
Tyrone popped his slimy fingers into his mouth, getting his first taste of her. Even his moan was manly!
“Mmmm… this is the freshest pussy I’ve had since I fucked that Queen Slut… And, you know it feels wrong, but that’s what makes it sooo good. Here, I’ll help it feel even better for you…”
He plucked the pill from her cup and brought it to her mouth. Later, in her lucid moments, Valerie wouldn’t be able to say why she opened for him. Was it the thrill? Was it the taboo? The need to serve? He said nothing, yet she opened wide and accepted the pill which would change her life like nothing else until the advent of the Hlekkriós nearly a decade later…
The effects came on fast, and Tyrone let her stand free. Although he said,
“Here, I’ll put your stuff in a locker here. I heard this is your first time, it might get some-”
Valerie heard nothing more. A warmth spread over her body, and it sank deep into her very soul. She was already aroused. The panties she removed were soaked, her nipples rivaled Moira’s chin for hardness, and everything had a slight pink haze to it. She brushed her skin when she noticed goosebumps all over her flesh. As she did, a loud low moan escaped her throat. The sensation was so powerful that she leaned against a locker to feel a nipple.
“Gahhh! Shit I’m hornnnyyy!”
How she remained standing after she touched her pussy escaped her. When Tyrone came back into focus, his smell hit her like a truck. Valerie inhaled his musk, his manly odder, and she fell in love instantly! Rushing him, she threw herself around him, a hand groping his log of a dick as she cried,
“I don’t know how this is working, but I need this dick! Fuck me, take me for my race’s sins!”
If it were possible, Tyrone grew bashful. Am I doing something wrong? No… no, he wants me, I can tell! He said,
“Fuck girl… yous a horny hoe too! Nah though, I can’t. I’m on the clock, but I’ll see if you’re here in a few hours. If you are and wanna come back to my place, me and a brotha are gonna crash, and I can teach you more about our movement, if you’d like… and you’d get the ol’ black lightning then, how’s that?”
Like a bubbly schoolgirl, she giggled and nodded vigorously. Before he left, he told her,
“This is about paying your racial bills, hoe, but have fun too, ok? A happy Snowbunny is a fun Snowbunny, but even an unhappy, unwilling bunny will pay, aight?”
He left her with another kiss and a spank on the ass. With him gone, there was only one way to go… in.
Moira licked her lips as she finished swallowing another delicious load of black cum. Rising to her feet, she let the stud relax as another willing slut took her place on his cock. Now, which one will I let fuck me? I need someone big, but not too big that I need to go to the ER… again!
Her eyes played across some familiar forms, some she had taken a few times. She swept over a crowd of what had to be high-school boys, and they all passed a girl between themselves. Good, even schoolboys need some pussy. But they were preoccupied with the one whore.
She looked over a girl who seemed utterly lost, found the perfect specimen of a man, and walked to him… yet she passed the lost girl on the way. Moira did a double take as she saw her too. Hey, I’ve seen you before! Deciding to properly introduce herself, she hugged the stranger from behind.
“Hey girl! Its been a hot few minutes since I last saw your sexy butt! You decided to go for the… ahem… reparations?”
The one she hugged jumped but then turned. Moira saw those bright pink eyes, those hard nipples, and lastly, that dripping cunt! Her new acquaintance nodded, and then told her,
“Yea. I didn’t really have a choice though… Mmm, you’re Moira, right?”
Flattered that a stranger could remember her name, Moira nodded and asked,
“Yours?”
Just then she learned that the woman’s name was Valerie.
“Well Val, you look lost! Want a guide?”
Her new friend confirmed it,
“Yea, I’m like totally new here. I’m so horny though, I could jump you right now too. Fuck you’re sexy. Hey, I wanted to ask, what’s that ROS tattoo about?”
While she subtly guided Valerie over to the man they were going to share, she explained,
“The ‘ROS’ or Royal Order of Sluts, is a secret sect of sexually powerful women. There are only ever three of us, a Queen to lead and teach, a Princess to study at our feet, and an Apprentice to replace the Princess when us Queens have done our part in shaping them. We’re the best of the best, and we use our bodies for our gain… Right now, my gain is pleasure.”
Brushing past a group of ten men and eight women, Val asked,
“You’re not here to support the BBC?”
Oh, you naïve girl! Moira chuckled,
“Well, I’m definitely here for the BBC alright, the Big Black Cock, not the Beautiful Black Community. You believe in this stuff though?”
All Valerie could squeeze out was an emphatic ‘Hell yes!’ before they arrived in front of their stud.
“Well hello ladies, what can Dave do for you fine pieces of meat?”
She thought she recognized Dave… but she couldn’t be sure. Looking to Valerie, Moira thought he’d be the perfect beginner for her. An expert in cock-size, she thought he was about nine inches long all told, but also respectably thick. The older man was reclined on an old sofa, his cock obviously recently used.
With one hand she motioned Valerie forward, and she knew the kind of walk her friend was making. You’re just like me, Val… Don’t be afraid, we all have our initiations. Mine wasn’t nearly so big, but damn was I nervous. Gripping his veiny, ebony shaft, Moira replied with a sultry voice dripping with lusty desire,
“And hello to you too, Dave. I’m Moira, and this is my friend Valerie. I’m in desperate need of some cock, and yours looks perfect for me, but-”
She cut herself off by bending down to give him a quick, soulful kiss. His hand grabbed her ass, giving her a firm squeeze and a delicious swat.
“But you’ve got a fine piece of cake there, Moira, haha… What seems to be the issue? Is it her?”
Valerie said,
“Oh, no trouble! Moira, why don’t you try him first? I can just-”
Dave reached out for her hand, which she took. He pulled her down atop him next to Moira and really felt her body.
“Nonsense, Val… if I may be so forward. You look like a nice virgin who I’d love to woo. What do you think? No offense to your friend here…”
Please, just fuck her already! Moira saw the fires of lust in Valerie’s pink eyes.
“Come on, let’s get you suckin his dick, Val.”
They moved so that she and Valerie were kneeling together. Her nose flared as she smelled the musk of man and pussy, a combination which was especially potent with black men. Her new partner did the same, as she stared cross-eyed at it.
“Holy crap, Dave… you’re so freaking big!”
Dave’s soothing laughter rose over the noise of the music and the orgies. He replied,
“Trust me, honey, this isn’t the biggest ‘round either.”
Guessing Valerie was nervous, she whispered into her ear,
“Just open wide and start licking as you take him in. There’s nothing to it. You’ve never had a cock like this…”
Holy crap, she’s actually doing it too! Moira watched as Valerie’s jaw opened wide to admit Dave’s python. Moving to get some more tongue action from their temporary partner, she sat beside him and took him into a kiss… a kiss which was cut frightfully too short! Their man jumped a little, and in the aftermath of their embrace, he barked,
“No way a hoe like you never sucked a dick before! What the fuck’s wit yo teeth?!”
Fuckfuckfuck! He’s so big, I can’t possibly take him all! Despite loving the taste and feel of his skin, she retreated fully and blubbered,
“I’m sorry sir! I’m so new to this… I… I…”
Valerie looked away in shame, hating herself for fucking up like that. She put her face against his mighty thigh and started sobbing. Now I’ve done it. I’m a racist and a fuckup! I should- A pair of arms circling her brought her out of her death-spiral. Valerie heard a woman’s cooing voice in her ear, as if she were little and her mother was comforting her again.
“Shhh… shh. Val, it’s ok! Honey, look at me… There you go.”
She looked up and saw Moira there, an indulgent- no, an understanding smile on her face. Unable to help herself, Valerie took Moira into a needy kiss. Please, suck him for me, please! When the kiss broke away, Moira told her,
“You weren’t doing bad, you just gotta open your mouth wider for him is all…”
But how?!
“Moira… how do I do that? You make it sound so easy.”
Her friend showed her. Valerie took a sneaky glance up at Dave, but if he noticed them, he didn’t show it. His head was reclined, his eyes shut, and he wore a pleased smile. Looking back, she beheld Moira going from licking to opening her mouth wide.
I know I should do something for him… but what? Deciding to do what she knew Chad liked, she brought her face close to Dave’s cock to watch closely, meanwhile she decided to play with the man’s balls. She expected to be able to grasp his entire sack in her palm… Not so!
“Holy shit… even his balls are huge!”
Not daring to take her eyes off of Moira, she rolled the one ball she could manage to handle. Valerie was in awe of Moira, her throat bulged around the girth of Dave while she took it deep into her. When her friend’s cute nose was buried into Dave’s coarse pubes, she held that pose, shook her head for a second, and then pulled back. When she was free entirely, she worshipfully stroked him as she caught her breath.
“See? Nothing to it!”
She almost forgot Dave was even there, but the man said,
“You’re lucky you found me, Val… some of the brotha’s here wouldn’t be so understanding. Why don’t ya try again, huh?”
Valerie tried to copy everything Moira had done. She worshipfully cleaned her friend’s spit from the veiny shaft, and she again loved his natural flavor. Licking towards the top, she finally came to his head where she found a dollop of his precursor! Holy shi-
“Dave! Oh my god, your precum is thicker than my boyfriend’s cum!”
Moira’s soft, sensual command of kiss it filled her ear, and she did just that. Valerie kissed Dave’s head and sucked his precum into her mouth. Fuck he tastes so good! Moira then commanded,
“Open wide, and then just… relax. My first boyfriend was an oddity, white but thick, just like this. Nice and slow, there ya go…”
She’d never felt something so big in her mouth before. Taking everything she could easily get, she slowed when she came to the troublesome length from earlier. Another whispered command of relax entered her ear, and Valerie tried her best to achieve it. To her shock and joy, she did! As more of his dick slid into her, he entered her throat. Breathing through her nose, she still couldn’t help but nearly gag as he entered her this deeply.
There was pressure on the back of her head, and looking to her left, she saw Moira close to her face, studying her. That pressure kept her going, fighting her urge to retreat. Every inch of his veiny shaft was divine in her mouth, his taste, texture, and the taboo of cheating all spurred her on. Hairs tickled her nose, and soon she was buried in his fuzz, smelling his cum and the cum of other whores before her. Mmmm… yesss.
Valerie retreated gently, but once she reached his head, she went back down… without Moira’s help. After two repetitions, she saw Moira joined in her efforts. While her friend frigged Valerie’s pussy, and as she played with Moira’s clit, Moira took to sucking on Dave’s shaft.
Holy shit, Dave you fucking last! If this was Chad, he’d have blown five times already, but for what seemed like forever, she sucked Dave’s cock with no cum at all. Valerie’s jaw was getting sore when he finally cried, I’m gonna nut! She had just enough time to look to Moira, but her friend shook her head.
Warm, sticky and hot, so full of creamy flavor. Oh god, oh my lord you taste soooo good! Pump after thick pump shot down her throat and into her mouth. She had to swallow just to take it all, something she could never say about… him. Shuddering at having to even recall her boyfriend, she pulled off Dave’s cock with a loud and wet pop. Despite her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk, she thanked him before turning to Moira to see what was next. A kiss, that’s what was next.
She and Moira kissed like two lesbians in the midst of the hottest sex they’d ever had. Valerie felt a little greedy, but she knew that she owed her friend for this spunky-treat. Tongues swirled, hands roamed, and she could swear she felt Moira shudder in orgasm while she toyed with her friend’s asshole. When she felt she shared enough, they broke apart. She took Dave’s cum down in one gulp, but decided it was time to move things along.
“So, Dave… did I do good this time?”
Her question was met with him pulling her up into his lap. They kissed, and it was the best damn kiss she’d ever had with a man… until she realized something fundamental. I’ve never kissed a man before. Chad he… he isn’t a man, not where it matters! Her pussy ached for action as his cock throbbed against her clit. When he pushed her away, he grinned and said,
“You did fine, for your first time. Now let’s break you in, huh? Unless your boyfriend will protest.”
He didn’t protest when I went with Tyrone. Some boyfriend he is! Moisture pervaded her asshole while she felt Moira’s hand take hold of Dave’s cock… and she had a decision to make. Looking into Dave’s deep eyes, as she took in his strong African nose and masculine face as a whole, she reached the conclusion which her activism demanded.
“What boyfriend?”
Moira let out an enthusiastic hoot as Dave only grinned in anticipation. Valerie felt the massive tip of Dave’s cock press against her tight, tiny lips. Between Moira and herself, she pushed down onto Dave’s cock. She squealed as his head pushed into her, and then when his shaft went into her pink, white pussy, she gasped and cried,
“So… so big! Fuck…”
To her he was like nothing before. While she sat down further on his cock, she found herself forgetting Chad even existed. I need this, to make up for my racism, for my racist past, for my race as a whole! When she couldn’t take more, she tried to rise, but her muscles wouldn’t obey her. Just when all hope seemed lost, she looked to Moira and found her friend indisposed!
The supposed Queen Slut, in the span of only a minute, found herself three well-hung black partners. Both her ass and cunt were occupied, while she worshiped a third cock. Dave came to her rescue, though, taking control.
“Say it fo me, slut. Say you like BBC! Say it!”
He spanked her ass, and she cried out in glee,
“I love the BBC! I love BBC! Fuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK!”
What started as insane arousal became a mind-bending orgasm in the span of three quick motions. Valerie was lucky if she came from Chad’s cock, and that only if he pulled out every stop to do so. Dave made her cum from size alone…
Everything seemed to blur for Valerie from then on. Dave fucked her twice, dropping two massive loads in her pussy. Fortunately for her, she was on the pill. Soon though, she left him to find another man, and her next lover was even larger still! If these were reparations, she’d pay them gladly.
Valerie met back up with Moira, who she gleefully told,
“This is my best birthday everrr!”
This was the impetous for a sixty-nine… which ended with a dick in each of their pussies. The hours went on, but still she at least had some nice thoughts for Chad left. He had been kind to her, sweet even. A part of her, deep within herself, felt guilty for how she had betrayed him… but racial justice was far more important then either of them put together.
Both she and Moira were amidst a circle-jerk of fifteen studs, all shooting their seed over them when Tyrone once more appeared. He greeted them with an energetic smile, and he called,
“Hey slut, I see you’ve enjoyed yourself!”
Come on, come on! YES! Chad finally worked up the courage to try and find out just what the hell was going on inside that tent. Women went in, and black men, plus some women came out later… always giddy, walking funny, or even kissing their partner. He didn’t like how the black-assholes groped the white flesh of their companions, and he feared what was being done to his soulmate.
Feeling for the ring-box, he felt it in his pocket still. Ok, it’s safe. Chad got down and ducked under the tiny entrance he made for himself. Worming his way in, he found warmth and he heard the muffled music clearly now. Standing up, he scanned the crowd… and was appalled! This is a fucking orgy! Titans of men, and women of all races save black, were fucking in every position known to man.
Nobody even noticed him, despite several white girls staring him in the face. Their eyes were pink, lighting the dimness with their radiance… and yet, they also looked glazed. Their mouths hung open as their bulls fucked them with withering power. The men either didn’t see or didn’t care that he was there and so he went looking for his girlfriend.
Where are you?! If they forced you into this, I swear I’ll-” Chad found her then, amidst a circle of black men as rope after rope of black sperm fired on her naked flesh. She was with that whore from earlier, but where Moira seemed in her element, Valerie was positively giddy and glowing. Her angelic voice called out,
“More! More cum! Yes, someone else fuck me! Fuck me in the ass too! That white-fag never touched my asshole. I-”
Chad felt the punch of this betrayal, and he staggered from the blow to his ego. You always said I was good! Your pussy, its gaping… Another of the black beasts came in then, and it was one he recognized! Tyrone approached from the main entrance. You girlfriend stealing asshole! I’ll… what?! Just then the black man called,
“Hey slut, I see you’ve enjoyed yourself!”
To see Valerie in that moment, she looked away from the bukkake and to that other man like he was a god on earth… and it crushed him. She ran squealing to the clothed man while Chad stood there feeling two feet tall.
“Oh my god, Ty, I missed you so much!”
She tried to kiss him, but he held her back. Chad always adored her blush, the way she seemed to glow whenever she was excited about something… but now none of that look was for him. He took no comfort in Tyrone’s refusal, though, as the man merely said,
“I missed you to, hoe. You’re a proper Snowbunny now huh? Wonderful, babe, wonderful! Here why don’t you get cleaned up with your friend and we can go back to my place for some more fun and a quiz on the BBC, that sound cool wit you?”
No nono! But try as Chad might, he couldn’t work up the courage to protest. Now’s your chance asshole, do it! Still, as Moira moved to clean him off with her tongue, and as Valerie asked,
“Can Moira cummm too?”
It was like she didn’t even remember him! Babe…? Moira really went to town cleaning the cum from Valerie. Her face was first, and the moment she was free of black-cum, she took Tyrone into a kiss. Her eyes locked with his, briefly, and he could swear she smiled just that extra bit more. No… no, it’s just your imagination, right? It has to be. Tyrone answered while Valerie shuddered in clear ecstasy,
“Nah girl, I want this to just be the niggas and you if that’s cool wit chu.”
Moira swallowed back the excess cum, and Valerie hugged her new partner in crime. Chad heard Valerie ask mournfully,
“Will we ever see each other again? You’re so fun… maybe we could go clubbing together!”
They exchanged numbers, and Moira said,
“Sure! I’ll be here next week too! Hey, bring your cuck next time, huh? Let him eat your pussy… that’d be like, so hot!”
Her cuck?! Enraged, feeling a shred of the manhood he still retained, he barked out as Valerie was halfway to the entrance,
“Valerie, stop!”
All eyes fell upon him, except Valerie’s. Tyrone glared at him over his shoulder, and he heard the man ask,
“You know that whiteboi?”
Valerie’s reply was a bald-faced lie, he knew, but she answered,
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a voice that weak in my life.”
Another man cried,
“Who let the shrimp-dick in here, huh? Hahahaha!”
A chorus of jeers and laughter joined the first speaker as he stared at the ground. Someone took his shoulder in their hand… but it wasn’t one of those men. Looking up from the cum-soaked ground, he saw it was Moira, her face cum-soaked but smiling.
“Looking for someone, Chad?”
In a small voice, devoid of life, he replied,
“No… I know where my girlfriend went… And then you, and these brutes-”
Chad made an expansive gesture.
“Ruined her. I love her god damn it! I was gonna propose to her tonight after dinner… and now look at her… I… I… fuck!”
There was a look of sympathy on Moira’s face, though how genuine it was, he couldn’t say. He was about to just go when she took him by the arm and led him towards the main entrance. Sis was right, I’m just a weak faggot… And yet, Moira gave him hope, saying,
“Why don’t you go after her? Talk to her if you can. Look, I know the spell she’s under, us Royal Sluts go through it our first few times. Like, omg you should have seen Cassidy’s first few times… Anyway, she’s in cock-shock, and she can’t get enough. My suggestion to you? Take the Cupid’s Kiss, either you’ll get as hung as one of these black gods, or something else will happen to make the need for pussy moot.”
As they entered into the changing area, he only just caught Valerie’s exit. She reached into a locker, pulled out a bottle, and she tossed it to him.
“I’ve got plenty of the stuff… and, good luck. Like I said to Val, I’m not into this whole Black New World Order stuff, though their dicks are wonderful. I really am sorry to see this happen to you, so… go get her, sport?”
Yea, thanks ***! Chad left the tent, and his focus fixated on Valerie as she laughed hysterically to something Tyrone must have said. They were joined by a man he keenly recognized… his ass still remembered him anyway. Jamal! Neither were subtle about their groping, and neither was Valerie.
He tailed them, just in earshot. The bigger man with darker skin, Jamal, said,
“And so, I threw his white ass out on the asphalt! You should have seen the look in his eyes. Dude was gonna cry when you went into the reparations tent, Val.”
Why is she laughing?! Chad knew why… but he couldn’t, wouldn’t accept it! With the bottle of pills in one hand, and his male-pride burning bright, he kept up the pursuit until they entered into a ground-floor apartment. Chad followed them inside, unnoticed by the three. If he had any hopes of safely confronting them, though, he threw them out the window as he heard Valerie get right to work. With such thin walls, he could stand anywhere in the place and listen in… and he thought there was a whore in that room, and not his sweet, innocent and vanilla Valerie.
“So uh… Tyrone, how do I pay reparations? I’ve got my wallet… nnngggah!”
She moaned as Tyrone’s rough hand rubbed over her ass. Looking up into his brown eyes, she saw a wolf in man’s clothing. His grin was innocent though, and as she saw his perfect teeth, she understood something she had somehow missed earlier. As she parsed it, he told her,
“What did you think reparations meant, Val? You walk in here advertising yourself as a Big Black Cock Queen, you get handed a Cupid’s Kiss pill, and you see a white slut ask for reparations, and you didn’t guess?”
Valerie moaned again, this time in anticipation. But Chad! He…
“Ty, you’ve been so sweet to me, even in only these past two minutes, but I really shouldn’t. I have a boyfriend, and-”
Tyrone wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to his form. Valerie squeaked at the sudden move, but she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t want this. Her heart’s pace sped up and her breath ceased as he spoke to her with the sweetest voice she’d ever heard,
“No you don’t, not anymore. We both know this… we both knew when you stroked my cock back at admission. I knew the moment I saw you. After we’re done with you, you won’t even remember his name, so why don’t you just lose those clothes. Those are for out there, advertising our movement, but in here, white ass belongs bare for us.”
Despite herself, Valerie found her pussy making the decision for her. She shimmied out of her leggings first, and then her panties came down right after. The butterflies from earlier returned in force, and she let out a surprised gasp as he pulled her tightly to him. She rested her head on his chest, merely feeling a real, strong man for the first time. Although she was only half-dressed, she already felt like she was on display for him. Holy shit he’s squeezing my ass! Valerie wiggled against him.
“Well… Ty, how do I feel?”
He replied,
“Like a fine piece of ass, now let’s see the rest of you.”
She briefly set aside her cup while she took off her shirt and bra. Tyrone’s jovial face grew merrier as he took in her respectable breasts. Remembering the pill, she picked it back up. Studying it, she was surprised at how small it was. Something so powerful in something so tiny!? Jesus-” Tyrone’s lips encircling one of her nipples shut her thought off with a long, needy moan.
“Oh god… Ty, yesssss!”
What am I thinking?! Stop thisss… nggh! He’s touching my pussy! Valerie ground into his dexterous fingers as he played with her clit. His lips left her nipple, and they fell upon hers. Tyrone’s tongue sallied forth, and her mouth opened to admit him. Valerie submitted herself to a tongue duel which turned into him merely raiding her submissive mouth.
Valerie broke off the kiss, panting and wanting more but she knew they shouldn’t have done that!
“Look, really, I shouldn’t… This feels so wrong to me! What if he finds out?”
Tyrone popped his slimy fingers into his mouth, getting his first taste of her. Even his moan was manly!
“Mmmm… this is the freshest pussy I’ve had since I fucked that Queen Slut… And, you know it feels wrong, but that’s what makes it sooo good. Here, I’ll help it feel even better for you…”
He plucked the pill from her cup and brought it to her mouth. Later, in her lucid moments, Valerie wouldn’t be able to say why she opened for him. Was it the thrill? Was it the taboo? The need to serve? He said nothing, yet she opened wide and accepted the pill which would change her life like nothing else until the advent of the Hlekkriós nearly a decade later…
The effects came on fast, and Tyrone let her stand free. Although he said,
“Here, I’ll put your stuff in a locker here. I heard this is your first time, it might get some-”
Valerie heard nothing more. A warmth spread over her body, and it sank deep into her very soul. She was already aroused. The panties she removed were soaked, her nipples rivaled Moira’s chin for hardness, and everything had a slight pink haze to it. She brushed her skin when she noticed goosebumps all over her flesh. As she did, a loud low moan escaped her throat. The sensation was so powerful that she leaned against a locker to feel a nipple.
“Gahhh! Shit I’m hornnnyyy!”
How she remained standing after she touched her pussy escaped her. When Tyrone came back into focus, his smell hit her like a truck. Valerie inhaled his musk, his manly odder, and she fell in love instantly! Rushing him, she threw herself around him, a hand groping his log of a dick as she cried,
“I don’t know how this is working, but I need this dick! Fuck me, take me for my race’s sins!”
If it were possible, Tyrone grew bashful. Am I doing something wrong? No… no, he wants me, I can tell! He said,
“Fuck girl… yous a horny hoe too! Nah though, I can’t. I’m on the clock, but I’ll see if you’re here in a few hours. If you are and wanna come back to my place, me and a brotha are gonna crash, and I can teach you more about our movement, if you’d like… and you’d get the ol’ black lightning then, how’s that?”
Like a bubbly schoolgirl, she giggled and nodded vigorously. Before he left, he told her,
“This is about paying your racial bills, hoe, but have fun too, ok? A happy Snowbunny is a fun Snowbunny, but even an unhappy, unwilling bunny will pay, aight?”
He left her with another kiss and a spank on the ass. With him gone, there was only one way to go… in.
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Moira licked her lips as she finished swallowing another delicious load of black cum. Rising to her feet, she let the stud relax as another willing slut took her place on his cock. Now, which one will I let fuck me? I need someone big, but not too big that I need to go to the ER… again!
Her eyes played across some familiar forms, some she had taken a few times. She swept over a crowd of what had to be high-school boys, and they all passed a girl between themselves. Good, even schoolboys need some pussy. But they were preoccupied with the one whore.
She looked over a girl who seemed utterly lost, found the perfect specimen of a man, and walked to him… yet she passed the lost girl on the way. Moira did a double take as she saw her too. Hey, I’ve seen you before! Deciding to properly introduce herself, she hugged the stranger from behind.
“Hey girl! Its been a hot few minutes since I last saw your sexy butt! You decided to go for the… ahem… reparations?”
The one she hugged jumped but then turned. Moira saw those bright pink eyes, those hard nipples, and lastly, that dripping cunt! Her new acquaintance nodded, and then told her,
“Yea. I didn’t really have a choice though… Mmm, you’re Moira, right?”
Flattered that a stranger could remember her name, Moira nodded and asked,
“Yours?”
Just then she learned that the woman’s name was Valerie.
“Well Val, you look lost! Want a guide?”
Her new friend confirmed it,
“Yea, I’m like totally new here. I’m so horny though, I could jump you right now too. Fuck you’re sexy. Hey, I wanted to ask, what’s that ROS tattoo about?”
While she subtly guided Valerie over to the man they were going to share, she explained,
“The ‘ROS’ or Royal Order of Sluts, is a secret sect of sexually powerful women. There are only ever three of us, a Queen to lead and teach, a Princess to study at our feet, and an Apprentice to replace the Princess when us Queens have done our part in shaping them. We’re the best of the best, and we use our bodies for our gain… Right now, my gain is pleasure.”
Brushing past a group of ten men and eight women, Val asked,
“You’re not here to support the BBC?”
Oh, you naïve girl! Moira chuckled,
“Well, I’m definitely here for the BBC alright, the Big Black Cock, not the Beautiful Black Community. You believe in this stuff though?”
All Valerie could squeeze out was an emphatic ‘Hell yes!’ before they arrived in front of their stud.
“Well hello ladies, what can Dave do for you fine pieces of meat?”
She thought she recognized Dave… but she couldn’t be sure. Looking to Valerie, Moira thought he’d be the perfect beginner for her. An expert in cock-size, she thought he was about nine inches long all told, but also respectably thick. The older man was reclined on an old sofa, his cock obviously recently used.
With one hand she motioned Valerie forward, and she knew the kind of walk her friend was making. You’re just like me, Val… Don’t be afraid, we all have our initiations. Mine wasn’t nearly so big, but damn was I nervous. Gripping his veiny, ebony shaft, Moira replied with a sultry voice dripping with lusty desire,
“And hello to you too, Dave. I’m Moira, and this is my friend Valerie. I’m in desperate need of some cock, and yours looks perfect for me, but-”
She cut herself off by bending down to give him a quick, soulful kiss. His hand grabbed her ass, giving her a firm squeeze and a delicious swat.
“But you’ve got a fine piece of cake there, Moira, haha… What seems to be the issue? Is it her?”
Valerie said,
“Oh, no trouble! Moira, why don’t you try him first? I can just-”
Dave reached out for her hand, which she took. He pulled her down atop him next to Moira and really felt her body.
“Nonsense, Val… if I may be so forward. You look like a nice virgin who I’d love to woo. What do you think? No offense to your friend here…”
Please, just fuck her already! Moira saw the fires of lust in Valerie’s pink eyes.
“Come on, let’s get you suckin his dick, Val.”
They moved so that she and Valerie were kneeling together. Her nose flared as she smelled the musk of man and pussy, a combination which was especially potent with black men. Her new partner did the same, as she stared cross-eyed at it.
“Holy crap, Dave… you’re so freaking big!”
Dave’s soothing laughter rose over the noise of the music and the orgies. He replied,
“Trust me, honey, this isn’t the biggest ‘round either.”
Guessing Valerie was nervous, she whispered into her ear,
“Just open wide and start licking as you take him in. There’s nothing to it. You’ve never had a cock like this…”
Holy crap, she’s actually doing it too! Moira watched as Valerie’s jaw opened wide to admit Dave’s python. Moving to get some more tongue action from their temporary partner, she sat beside him and took him into a kiss… a kiss which was cut frightfully too short! Their man jumped a little, and in the aftermath of their embrace, he barked,
“No way a hoe like you never sucked a dick before! What the fuck’s wit yo teeth?!”
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Fuckfuckfuck! He’s so big, I can’t possibly take him all! Despite loving the taste and feel of his skin, she retreated fully and blubbered,
“I’m sorry sir! I’m so new to this… I… I…”
Valerie looked away in shame, hating herself for fucking up like that. She put her face against his mighty thigh and started sobbing. Now I’ve done it. I’m a racist and a fuckup! I should- A pair of arms circling her brought her out of her death-spiral. Valerie heard a woman’s cooing voice in her ear, as if she were little and her mother was comforting her again.
“Shhh… shh. Val, it’s ok! Honey, look at me… There you go.”
She looked up and saw Moira there, an indulgent- no, an understanding smile on her face. Unable to help herself, Valerie took Moira into a needy kiss. Please, suck him for me, please! When the kiss broke away, Moira told her,
“You weren’t doing bad, you just gotta open your mouth wider for him is all…”
But how?!
“Moira… how do I do that? You make it sound so easy.”
Her friend showed her. Valerie took a sneaky glance up at Dave, but if he noticed them, he didn’t show it. His head was reclined, his eyes shut, and he wore a pleased smile. Looking back, she beheld Moira going from licking to opening her mouth wide.
I know I should do something for him… but what? Deciding to do what she knew Chad liked, she brought her face close to Dave’s cock to watch closely, meanwhile she decided to play with the man’s balls. She expected to be able to grasp his entire sack in her palm… Not so!
“Holy shit… even his balls are huge!”
Not daring to take her eyes off of Moira, she rolled the one ball she could manage to handle. Valerie was in awe of Moira, her throat bulged around the girth of Dave while she took it deep into her. When her friend’s cute nose was buried into Dave’s coarse pubes, she held that pose, shook her head for a second, and then pulled back. When she was free entirely, she worshipfully stroked him as she caught her breath.
“See? Nothing to it!”
She almost forgot Dave was even there, but the man said,
“You’re lucky you found me, Val… some of the brotha’s here wouldn’t be so understanding. Why don’t ya try again, huh?”
Valerie tried to copy everything Moira had done. She worshipfully cleaned her friend’s spit from the veiny shaft, and she again loved his natural flavor. Licking towards the top, she finally came to his head where she found a dollop of his precursor! Holy shi-
“Dave! Oh my god, your precum is thicker than my boyfriend’s cum!”
Moira’s soft, sensual command of kiss it filled her ear, and she did just that. Valerie kissed Dave’s head and sucked his precum into her mouth. Fuck he tastes so good! Moira then commanded,
“Open wide, and then just… relax. My first boyfriend was an oddity, white but thick, just like this. Nice and slow, there ya go…”
She’d never felt something so big in her mouth before. Taking everything she could easily get, she slowed when she came to the troublesome length from earlier. Another whispered command of relax entered her ear, and Valerie tried her best to achieve it. To her shock and joy, she did! As more of his dick slid into her, he entered her throat. Breathing through her nose, she still couldn’t help but nearly gag as he entered her this deeply.
There was pressure on the back of her head, and looking to her left, she saw Moira close to her face, studying her. That pressure kept her going, fighting her urge to retreat. Every inch of his veiny shaft was divine in her mouth, his taste, texture, and the taboo of cheating all spurred her on. Hairs tickled her nose, and soon she was buried in his fuzz, smelling his cum and the cum of other whores before her. Mmmm… yesss.
Valerie retreated gently, but once she reached his head, she went back down… without Moira’s help. After two repetitions, she saw Moira joined in her efforts. While her friend frigged Valerie’s pussy, and as she played with Moira’s clit, Moira took to sucking on Dave’s shaft.
Holy shit, Dave you fucking last! If this was Chad, he’d have blown five times already, but for what seemed like forever, she sucked Dave’s cock with no cum at all. Valerie’s jaw was getting sore when he finally cried, I’m gonna nut! She had just enough time to look to Moira, but her friend shook her head.
Warm, sticky and hot, so full of creamy flavor. Oh god, oh my lord you taste soooo good! Pump after thick pump shot down her throat and into her mouth. She had to swallow just to take it all, something she could never say about… him. Shuddering at having to even recall her boyfriend, she pulled off Dave’s cock with a loud and wet pop. Despite her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk, she thanked him before turning to Moira to see what was next. A kiss, that’s what was next.
She and Moira kissed like two lesbians in the midst of the hottest sex they’d ever had. Valerie felt a little greedy, but she knew that she owed her friend for this spunky-treat. Tongues swirled, hands roamed, and she could swear she felt Moira shudder in orgasm while she toyed with her friend’s asshole. When she felt she shared enough, they broke apart. She took Dave’s cum down in one gulp, but decided it was time to move things along.
“So, Dave… did I do good this time?”
Her question was met with him pulling her up into his lap. They kissed, and it was the best damn kiss she’d ever had with a man… until she realized something fundamental. I’ve never kissed a man before. Chad he… he isn’t a man, not where it matters! Her pussy ached for action as his cock throbbed against her clit. When he pushed her away, he grinned and said,
“You did fine, for your first time. Now let’s break you in, huh? Unless your boyfriend will protest.”
He didn’t protest when I went with Tyrone. Some boyfriend he is! Moisture pervaded her asshole while she felt Moira’s hand take hold of Dave’s cock… and she had a decision to make. Looking into Dave’s deep eyes, as she took in his strong African nose and masculine face as a whole, she reached the conclusion which her activism demanded.
“What boyfriend?”
Moira let out an enthusiastic hoot as Dave only grinned in anticipation. Valerie felt the massive tip of Dave’s cock press against her tight, tiny lips. Between Moira and herself, she pushed down onto Dave’s cock. She squealed as his head pushed into her, and then when his shaft went into her pink, white pussy, she gasped and cried,
“So… so big! Fuck…”
To her he was like nothing before. While she sat down further on his cock, she found herself forgetting Chad even existed. I need this, to make up for my racism, for my racist past, for my race as a whole! When she couldn’t take more, she tried to rise, but her muscles wouldn’t obey her. Just when all hope seemed lost, she looked to Moira and found her friend indisposed!
The supposed Queen Slut, in the span of only a minute, found herself three well-hung black partners. Both her ass and cunt were occupied, while she worshiped a third cock. Dave came to her rescue, though, taking control.
“Say it fo me, slut. Say you like BBC! Say it!”
He spanked her ass, and she cried out in glee,
“I love the BBC! I love BBC! Fuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK!”
What started as insane arousal became a mind-bending orgasm in the span of three quick motions. Valerie was lucky if she came from Chad’s cock, and that only if he pulled out every stop to do so. Dave made her cum from size alone…
Everything seemed to blur for Valerie from then on. Dave fucked her twice, dropping two massive loads in her pussy. Fortunately for her, she was on the pill. Soon though, she left him to find another man, and her next lover was even larger still! If these were reparations, she’d pay them gladly.
Valerie met back up with Moira, who she gleefully told,
“This is my best birthday everrr!”
This was the impetous for a sixty-nine… which ended with a dick in each of their pussies. The hours went on, but still she at least had some nice thoughts for Chad left. He had been kind to her, sweet even. A part of her, deep within herself, felt guilty for how she had betrayed him… but racial justice was far more important then either of them put together.
Both she and Moira were amidst a circle-jerk of fifteen studs, all shooting their seed over them when Tyrone once more appeared. He greeted them with an energetic smile, and he called,
“Hey slut, I see you’ve enjoyed yourself!”
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Come on, come on! YES! Chad finally worked up the courage to try and find out just what the hell was going on inside that tent. Women went in, and black men, plus some women came out later… always giddy, walking funny, or even kissing their partner. He didn’t like how the black-assholes groped the white flesh of their companions, and he feared what was being done to his soulmate.
Feeling for the ring-box, he felt it in his pocket still. Ok, it’s safe. Chad got down and ducked under the tiny entrance he made for himself. Worming his way in, he found warmth and he heard the muffled music clearly now. Standing up, he scanned the crowd… and was appalled! This is a fucking orgy! Titans of men, and women of all races save black, were fucking in every position known to man.
Nobody even noticed him, despite several white girls staring him in the face. Their eyes were pink, lighting the dimness with their radiance… and yet, they also looked glazed. Their mouths hung open as their bulls fucked them with withering power. The men either didn’t see or didn’t care that he was there and so he went looking for his girlfriend.
Where are you?! If they forced you into this, I swear I’ll-” Chad found her then, amidst a circle of black men as rope after rope of black sperm fired on her naked flesh. She was with that whore from earlier, but where Moira seemed in her element, Valerie was positively giddy and glowing. Her angelic voice called out,
“More! More cum! Yes, someone else fuck me! Fuck me in the ass too! That white-fag never touched my asshole. I-”
Chad felt the punch of this betrayal, and he staggered from the blow to his ego. You always said I was good! Your pussy, its gaping… Another of the black beasts came in then, and it was one he recognized! Tyrone approached from the main entrance. You girlfriend stealing asshole! I’ll… what?! Just then the black man called,
“Hey slut, I see you’ve enjoyed yourself!”
To see Valerie in that moment, she looked away from the bukkake and to that other man like he was a god on earth… and it crushed him. She ran squealing to the clothed man while Chad stood there feeling two feet tall.
“Oh my god, Ty, I missed you so much!”
She tried to kiss him, but he held her back. Chad always adored her blush, the way she seemed to glow whenever she was excited about something… but now none of that look was for him. He took no comfort in Tyrone’s refusal, though, as the man merely said,
“I missed you to, hoe. You’re a proper Snowbunny now huh? Wonderful, babe, wonderful! Here why don’t you get cleaned up with your friend and we can go back to my place for some more fun and a quiz on the BBC, that sound cool wit you?”
No nono! But try as Chad might, he couldn’t work up the courage to protest. Now’s your chance asshole, do it! Still, as Moira moved to clean him off with her tongue, and as Valerie asked,
“Can Moira cummm too?”
It was like she didn’t even remember him! Babe…? Moira really went to town cleaning the cum from Valerie. Her face was first, and the moment she was free of black-cum, she took Tyrone into a kiss. Her eyes locked with his, briefly, and he could swear she smiled just that extra bit more. No… no, it’s just your imagination, right? It has to be. Tyrone answered while Valerie shuddered in clear ecstasy,
“Nah girl, I want this to just be the niggas and you if that’s cool wit chu.”
Moira swallowed back the excess cum, and Valerie hugged her new partner in crime. Chad heard Valerie ask mournfully,
“Will we ever see each other again? You’re so fun… maybe we could go clubbing together!”
They exchanged numbers, and Moira said,
“Sure! I’ll be here next week too! Hey, bring your cuck next time, huh? Let him eat your pussy… that’d be like, so hot!”
Her cuck?! Enraged, feeling a shred of the manhood he still retained, he barked out as Valerie was halfway to the entrance,
“Valerie, stop!”
All eyes fell upon him, except Valerie’s. Tyrone glared at him over his shoulder, and he heard the man ask,
“You know that whiteboi?”
Valerie’s reply was a bald-faced lie, he knew, but she answered,
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a voice that weak in my life.”
Another man cried,
“Who let the shrimp-dick in here, huh? Hahahaha!”
A chorus of jeers and laughter joined the first speaker as he stared at the ground. Someone took his shoulder in their hand… but it wasn’t one of those men. Looking up from the cum-soaked ground, he saw it was Moira, her face cum-soaked but smiling.
“Looking for someone, Chad?”
In a small voice, devoid of life, he replied,
“No… I know where my girlfriend went… And then you, and these brutes-”
Chad made an expansive gesture.
“Ruined her. I love her god damn it! I was gonna propose to her tonight after dinner… and now look at her… I… I… fuck!”
There was a look of sympathy on Moira’s face, though how genuine it was, he couldn’t say. He was about to just go when she took him by the arm and led him towards the main entrance. Sis was right, I’m just a weak faggot… And yet, Moira gave him hope, saying,
“Why don’t you go after her? Talk to her if you can. Look, I know the spell she’s under, us Royal Sluts go through it our first few times. Like, omg you should have seen Cassidy’s first few times… Anyway, she’s in cock-shock, and she can’t get enough. My suggestion to you? Take the Cupid’s Kiss, either you’ll get as hung as one of these black gods, or something else will happen to make the need for pussy moot.”
As they entered into the changing area, he only just caught Valerie’s exit. She reached into a locker, pulled out a bottle, and she tossed it to him.
“I’ve got plenty of the stuff… and, good luck. Like I said to Val, I’m not into this whole Black New World Order stuff, though their dicks are wonderful. I really am sorry to see this happen to you, so… go get her, sport?”
Yea, thanks ***! Chad left the tent, and his focus fixated on Valerie as she laughed hysterically to something Tyrone must have said. They were joined by a man he keenly recognized… his ass still remembered him anyway. Jamal! Neither were subtle about their groping, and neither was Valerie.
He tailed them, just in earshot. The bigger man with darker skin, Jamal, said,
“And so, I threw his white ass out on the asphalt! You should have seen the look in his eyes. Dude was gonna cry when you went into the reparations tent, Val.”
Why is she laughing?! Chad knew why… but he couldn’t, wouldn’t accept it! With the bottle of pills in one hand, and his male-pride burning bright, he kept up the pursuit until they entered into a ground-floor apartment. Chad followed them inside, unnoticed by the three. If he had any hopes of safely confronting them, though, he threw them out the window as he heard Valerie get right to work. With such thin walls, he could stand anywhere in the place and listen in… and he thought there was a whore in that room, and not his sweet, innocent and vanilla Valerie.
Valerie's [Blacked] Birthday (Part IV: Race Traitor)
Valerie popped off of Jamal’s cock as it finished firing his potent Muslim-African seed down her throat. In a needy tone, she asked,
“Thank you sir, but can I have more? I need to please you, to make up for everything my race did to your people!”
The lust in his eyes couldn’t be more obvious to her. While Tyrone rested in her pussy, simply savoring her tightness after firing a blast of his sperm up into her protected womb, Jamal looked her over. She gave him her prettiest smile, and though his cum stained her teeth, he chuckled in amusement. Running a hand over his shaved head, he thought, but then told her,
“Nah, gurl. You’ve swallowed enough nigga-jizz, for now at least. I want that ass o’ yours tho. Hey brotha, why don’tcha let me hit from the back, huh?”
If its all good with Tyrone… Mmm, Jamal might be twice as big as Tyrone, but Ty is the gentlest, sexiest man ever! Looking at Jamal’s fourteen inches, she puckered her asshole in anticipation of trying that big behemoth. Sure, only eleven inches of it could go in her cunt, but just thinking of that thing taking her ass was irresistible!
“Anything for you, Jamal… if sexy wants to wake up, that is. Teehee.”
Tyrone’s weight shifted on her, and a heavy spank jolted her out of her cum-***** delirium. She came to life as he rose off her. Valerie didn’t want to feel him leave her pussy, but when he did, Jamal immediately came right behind her. His cock was lubed and his hands roughly spread her booty-cheeks. Just as he was going to put it in, Tyrone got her attention by slapping his wet cock on her white face.
“Mmm… yes daddeeeee!?”
As she finished speaking, Jamal shoved his cock right into her, all the way to the root in one hard go! There was a moment of instant agony before the Cupid’s Kiss worked its ineffable magic on her. Where once there was burning fire in her shitter, now there was only sweet ecstasy and a nice feeling of being so filled up with beautiful black cock.
In the time that it took her to process Jamal’s action, Tyrone said as he shoved his cock into her mouth,
“I’m gonna give you a lesson on Pastor Phil and his teachings, ya got that?”
Although her eyes rolled back as Jamal started fucking her, Valerie managed to moan YES around Tyrone’s cock. There was no sucking Tyrone right now, though… Jamal was simply too demanding. Tyrone seemed content to simply face-fuck her anyway, so who was she to complain? He began simply,
“What was Pastor Phil’s message?!”
He removed his cock, and she answered over a moan and through waves of ecstasy,
“To build a better world for the future! Where everyone lives in harmony-”
Tyrone shoved himself back into her as Jamal spanked her and declared in his deep, thick voice,
“Wrong!”
Her host corrected,
“You’s right that he wanted a better world, but he wanted it for us brothas! Your race are devils, Val, the white man is the scourge of the earth, do you believe that?!”
Fuck yea I do! Valerie moaned loud on Tyrone’s cock as she fucked back at Jamal. When her lover removed his cock from her mouth, she said,
“I do! Black Lives Matter! Black Power!”
Jamal agreed by way of speeding up in her. Now that she had become used to the Cupid’s Kiss, her orgasms were less frequent, but even so, she was about to fucking cum. I believe, Tyrone, I believe in the worth of your race, in the worth of you. Please, I’m useful, pleeeeaaasssee! Jamal shouted, Black Power! Yet Tyrone went back to face-fucking her as he corrected,
“Yes and no! Amen and hallelujah to Black Power, and you better believe your pale-ass that Black Lives Matter, but there’s one thing that Pastor Phil said that nobody but us brothas ever heard. He always said, Black Lives Matter More! Black Lives Matter, White Lives Don’t!”
As she took this in, Jamal spanked her again, and said, damn straight! Valerie accepted this as she had a mini orgasm, her pussy forcing out more of Tyrone’s cum and her own slime. Its true! Oh god its true! I’m worthless without these kings! She picked up the refrain,
“Black Lives Matter, White Lives don’t! Death to the White Race!”
Why’d I say that?! What if he… no, look! Tyrone’s face was one of amusement, pride, and glee. Although his dick returned, he said,
“Exactly! You’re a fast learner! I spoke with the man myself, Valerie, and you know what he said? He said his wives, all ten, and their sissy-boyfriends too, those five bois he took too, they all believed what you just said. They’ve all pledged to breed black, or to be pussy free. Are you willing to give this pledge too?”
Anything for you! Anything! It didn’t even occur to her that Tyrone just confirmed what Chad had said earlier, white pussy was obviously made for BBC. The cock was again withdrawn, and she moaned,
“I promise to be a White Slut for Big Black Cocks! I promise never to have sex with whitebois again!”
To cement this pledge, she took Tyrone’s cock in one hand and rubbed it lovingly all over her face. She placed kisses on his prodigious ball sack, and when she pressed it to her nose, she took a deep, longing-filled sniff. Fuugggg, I love you Tyrone! Jamal’s pace resumed, and out of an animalistic need, she took Tyrone back into her mouth. She slurped and sucked, swirling her tongue up and down his delicious dick.
Tyrone was not done, however, as he began again,
“And Pastor Phil believed in interracial breeding! He believed that nothing was prettier and more in line with god’s vision than a white woman carrying a black baby. Your boyfriend might have had aspirations of giving you a white parasite, but now that will never happen, right?”
Pulling free of his cock, she moaned,
“Right! I’m a good little race traitor! Black kings are my masters, you’re my love, Jamal is my big black, assfucking daddy! Fuck I’m gonna cum again!”
Tyrone took to pumping her nice and slowly, enjoying her tongue and she enjoyed ministering to him. Her eyes met him as she vaguely caught sight of the door opening behind him. Jamal laughed for some reason, but Tyrone merely asked,
“Do you want to be a part of the Black New World Order, Valerie? Do you want to submit yourself to our cause and become a Queen of Spades? Its what Pastor Phil would have wanted. It’s what his fifteen concubines want.”
Tyrone’s cock engorged in her mouth as Jamal’s fired his pure-African spunk up her European ass. Valerie drank greedily of Tyrone’s seed, happy to not have to share it this time. When she was full of his cum, she pulled off and said to the burly man,
“I do! Please, please let me serve you! I’ll be your slave, your whore, your agent! I’m gonna be a teacher, I can spread Pastor Phil’s message to all of my students. Just imagine, by the time I’m done with them, all the girls will know their place as black breeders, and the bois will know to bend over or to jerk off into their hands!”
I’ll do it too! I’ll corrupt their innocent minds, I’ll show them the superiority of their black classmates. No whiteboi will have a chance around me! Tyrone said,
“Well, if you truly mean that, we can talk about it later, but I have a pledge for this too. If you’re serious, repeat after me…”
Valerie did so, chanting after him,
“I am a dumb white slut who deserves to be forced into racial subjugation. My one true purpose and goal is to worship at a black man’s feet and see myself enslaved and take part in destroying the white disease I represent. White girls like me are meant to serve for black men’s pleasure and amusement. Our pale inferior bodies are meant to be filled by black cock. Our minds dedicated to the African cause. Our holes open and waiting to be filled with black seed… Our hearts devoted to extinguishing the white flesh from which we came.’
Warmth filled Valerie’s soul as she completed the first part, but Tyrone went on. Jamal left the bed to grab a glass of water from the dresser as she repeated after Tyrone,
“What I want… more than anything… is a world in which people like me don’t exist. That is what all white girls should want, and I am going to make sure they do. Please, Sir, defile my white body. Utterly obliterate me. Ravage me with your dark-skinned fury. Unleash your rage on me, Sir… so, I may know your vengeance. Punish me for being born white. I want you to know that I see you as being superior to me, because you are black, and all black men are superior to me. It is our duty as white women to serve you. I want to submit myself to you completely…’
Jamal’s head whipped towards the door, and his basso laugh filled the room. Still, Tyrone went on, as if inducting her into some religion. She repeated again,
“Not just as a woman… but as a member of my inferior species. I want to do my part to bring about its destruction. I want to feel your seed deep inside of me and to know it is the reason my father’s pure white bloodline ends…’
Was that a mouse? The sounds of running feet met her ears as a squeak came from just beyond the bedroom door. Jamal ran after whatever it was. Tyrone went on, and she repeated,
“I want to cum over and over again for you as I imagine all the potential unborn white babies in my body being killed off one at a time. I crave that, I need it. It is what I deserve. It is what all whites deserve. We deserve to be bred out of existence.’
Although sounds of violence came from nearby, she thought it was either outside or in a different unit. After all, white pigs just have to repress black kings… Tyrone cracked a knowing smile as the sounds of violence continued. Screams of agony, please for forgiveness and mercy came to her ears. They sounded weak, they sounded worthless… they sounded white. Tyrone finished the final stanza as Jamal came back into the room, grinning ear to ear. Valerie repeated after him, a feeling of exultation in her soul,
“Black power. Now and forever. Until the whole world is black owned!”
Something clicked into place for Valerie, and it was like a curtain lifted from her eyes. Was I living a racist lie all this time? I can’t believe I loved Chad! Ughhh! Rising to her full kneeling height, she looked Tyrone in the eyes, and she truly fell in love right then and there. Kneeling before him, she said,
“Tyrone, where have you been all of my life? I’ve only known you for six hours… and I’m already in love. My master, my black daddy, my love. Please, use me as you will!”
She took him into a kiss as Tyrone groped her roughly. I’m his fuck-toy, he owns me! Once she broke it off, she said,
“This is the best birthday ever! Hey, wanna go hit the bar? I’m twenty-one now, I can buy-”
Jamal chose then to speak up,
“Hey Ty, Val, look what the cat dragged in!”
Tyrone moved to see, allowing her to see in the process. Valerie saw…
“CHAD?!”
White flashes. Throbbing pain. Agony of the highest order, and it only seemed to get worse. Chad saw stars as he was dragged limply by the big nigger. Fuck being polite about it, that’s what these brutes are. *** was right. The smell of pot and booze filled his nose, and wads of twenty-dollar bills were everywhere. Trying to curl his fingers was difficult but doable, his toes weren’t easier, but not much worse either.
“Fuck…”
Chad moaned, dazedly. He saw a familiar door… Why did I try to open that door?! And what spell have they put Valerie under?! Vaguely aware of the door falling open, Chad was unceremoniously thrown down on a rug that smelled of vomit, cum, and some woman’s orgasm.
Through a hazy mind, Chad heard Valerie say,
“Black power. Now and forever. Until the whole world is black owned!”
The longer he lay there, the more his senses came back to him. Even so, his world spun and he couldn’t think right. But his will was stronger than any thug! Chad rose up onto all fours as Jamal called attention to him, but he was on both knees when Valerie screamed his name in disgust. In defiance he rose to one knee, a comic parody of the stance he intended to take… oh, an hour ago? And yet, as Tyrone asked,
“Damn bro, what happened to you? Break into my home, throw hands with Jamal, and you’re still getting up? Now that’s respectable.”
Chad ignored the other man, his eyes laser focused on Valerie. She looked used, abused, and through it all, radiant. It was as if he was the interloper, and these two rapists were the rightful lovers of her perfect body. Fighting the pain to speak, he asked,
“Val… baby, what did they do to you?! My love, did they force this on you?!”
Valerie’s look didn’t change much… perhaps a look of sympathy crossed her expression, but nothing akin to love. She stood up, and approached him, his shirt and pants tattered from his beatdown not five minutes earlier. And despite her beauty, her voice had changed, or at least the innocence of it had been destroyed. She said,
“Chad… don’t call me baby. You’re… ugh… white, and your cock is so… puny. Our skin is racist, Chad, racist! I know what I have to do, to help the superior black race… and that’s to reject all whitebois, like you-”
He cut in,
“But Val, you told me just before we came to this… god damned rally, that you loved me! Valerie, I love you with all of my soul!”
Before she could say anything else, and with a herculean effort of his will, Chad pulled the ring box. Moving back down to one knee, he tried anyway. Against all hope, he had to try! Opening the container, he held it aloft for her to see. Tyrone gasped, and then sniggered. Jamal just chuckled, adding, this’ll be good. Ignoring the monster, he said,
“Valerie, please… I knew you were the one since I first kissed you. Please, I can change for you! I can become like them. I’ll go to the gym, I’ll take a Cupid’s Kiss pill to get as large as one of those monster dicks… Anything, but please be my wife! We can pretend like this never happened… I-”
Valerie looked away from him, her face turning down in a frown as she answered,
“No, Chad. Jamal and Tyrone say that if a boi has to take a pill to be like a Nubian King, that they’re no man at all, not even a boi. I don’t love you anymore, I’m already betrothed to the Black Race, my body, my very soul is theirs! It’s not your fault that you were born white, but it’s your fault for how racist you are… and I cannot be seen with you like this again. So, go away. Call a cab and go home. We’re done…”
You little… I… Chad’s breathing sped up, his vision narrowed, and his tears formed like little raindrops. Finding his inner strength, he accused,
“You fucking niggers stole her from me! You little fucks, you low life no good thugs ruined her fucking life! I’ll kill you both!”
Chad chucked the ring and box at Jamal, striking him in the face and making him barely recoil. Meanwhile, he lunged at Tyrone and struck him across the jaw. FUCK! The giant didn’t even flinch and threw a punch of his own. An explosion of agony once more struck him…
The next thing he knew, he awoke on the carpet of the apartment. Fingers were broken, he couldn’t feel his left foot, and his right eye was swollen shut. All of his clothing, that he could feel at any rate, was gone, and he saw the ebony titan Jamal’s cock dripping the last drops of a piss onto him.
“Good, he’s awake again! Stomp his balls, Ty! Watching you and Jamal kick his ass made me cum so hard!”
With his one good eye, Chad saw Valerie fingering the proposal ring with one hand while she fisted herself with her other. Tyrone leaned over and shared a sloppy open-mouthed kiss with her before coming to him. Valerie screamed,
“Yea! Kill his racist ass and fuck me! **** me for ever knowing him!”
Tyrone was just about to do it too! He tried to scream, but his throat burned too much to do more than moan in agony. Yet, as pain he’d never known until then was about to fall upon him, Tyrone’s eyes lit like a bulb, and the foot landed beside him instead.
“Val, babe, why don’t you do it? Normally because of what he said, me and Jamal would kill a honkey-bitch like him, but since its yo birthday and all, why don’t you crush his balls?”
Her squeal of glee hurt his broken soul. I tried, didn’t I? But it wasn’t enough. The indomitable will of the black race was simply too strong. Chad was, in fact and spirit, a whiteboi at heart. Valerie got up with the ring on her finger, and she said,
“I’ve got an idea!”
Tyrone and a shadow leaned over him, and Jamal asked,
“What’s your idea?”
Chad felt a familiar pair of fake nails as they took hold of his soft cock. He mustered just enough strength to look up and see what she was doing… The ring… oh gods, she’s…
“He loved to play with toys like cock-rings, just to try and make me feel something. How pathetic. Anyway, I’m gonna make him feel a whole hell of a lot!”
If he could believe it, Chad thought she was about to cum! Her foot came up, and he took in her sexy legs, toned by hours of exercise in the gym.
“Say goodnight to your white-pride, faggot!”
The pain was too much, and all he could hear after the explosion of fire in his dick and balls was a sincere and loving ‘Happy Birthday’ out of Tyrone…
He awoke in the hospital beat to within an inch of his life. Chad was dumped in the nearby city park, and he was only found the next morning. Nobody could prove anything, he certainly couldn’t. So, the police were no help until his phone was recovered…
Meanwhile, Chad had lost all sensation in his balls and cock. The best they could possibly promise was the potential to be able to feel his urination, but he wasn’t ever going to get hard again. His physicians recommended surgical castration, there was just too much damage, the betrothal ring having done its work admirably.
He did accuse Tyrone and Jamal, however. It was a miracle that they got before a judge… but the female judge was obviously sympathetic, and the jury was all white and female, or close enough to it. The state’s prosecutor was also black, and she had a Black Power fist tattooed on the back of her neck. Jamal and Tyrone were acquitted hands down, and Valerie testified on behalf of the two attackers.
Chad’s life went down the drain… Being out of law school for so long, he had to drop out. The school wouldn’t reimburse him anything, and accusations of racism from Valerie, Tyrone, Jamal, as well as the BBC movement as a whole, virtually barred him from any institution of higher learning except community and junior colleges.
In the months’ time which his trial took place, Chad’s home life deteriorated further. His mom divorced his father and instantly had a black lover… What was worse, though? Angela, his bright-eyed little sister of just eighteen also found a black mate. At all hours of the day, no matter what day, he could count on one or both of them in their rooms getting fucked like nothing else. Did it matter that he caught them lezzing out for their bulls on numerous occasions? No, they didn’t care about ******, only BBC. Did they even care that he had to fight not to scream from the agony in his balls whenever he tried to sit or move? Not a chance in hell…
“Thank you sir, but can I have more? I need to please you, to make up for everything my race did to your people!”
The lust in his eyes couldn’t be more obvious to her. While Tyrone rested in her pussy, simply savoring her tightness after firing a blast of his sperm up into her protected womb, Jamal looked her over. She gave him her prettiest smile, and though his cum stained her teeth, he chuckled in amusement. Running a hand over his shaved head, he thought, but then told her,
“Nah, gurl. You’ve swallowed enough nigga-jizz, for now at least. I want that ass o’ yours tho. Hey brotha, why don’tcha let me hit from the back, huh?”
If its all good with Tyrone… Mmm, Jamal might be twice as big as Tyrone, but Ty is the gentlest, sexiest man ever! Looking at Jamal’s fourteen inches, she puckered her asshole in anticipation of trying that big behemoth. Sure, only eleven inches of it could go in her cunt, but just thinking of that thing taking her ass was irresistible!
“Anything for you, Jamal… if sexy wants to wake up, that is. Teehee.”
Tyrone’s weight shifted on her, and a heavy spank jolted her out of her cum-***** delirium. She came to life as he rose off her. Valerie didn’t want to feel him leave her pussy, but when he did, Jamal immediately came right behind her. His cock was lubed and his hands roughly spread her booty-cheeks. Just as he was going to put it in, Tyrone got her attention by slapping his wet cock on her white face.
“Mmm… yes daddeeeee!?”
As she finished speaking, Jamal shoved his cock right into her, all the way to the root in one hard go! There was a moment of instant agony before the Cupid’s Kiss worked its ineffable magic on her. Where once there was burning fire in her shitter, now there was only sweet ecstasy and a nice feeling of being so filled up with beautiful black cock.
In the time that it took her to process Jamal’s action, Tyrone said as he shoved his cock into her mouth,
“I’m gonna give you a lesson on Pastor Phil and his teachings, ya got that?”
Although her eyes rolled back as Jamal started fucking her, Valerie managed to moan YES around Tyrone’s cock. There was no sucking Tyrone right now, though… Jamal was simply too demanding. Tyrone seemed content to simply face-fuck her anyway, so who was she to complain? He began simply,
“What was Pastor Phil’s message?!”
He removed his cock, and she answered over a moan and through waves of ecstasy,
“To build a better world for the future! Where everyone lives in harmony-”
Tyrone shoved himself back into her as Jamal spanked her and declared in his deep, thick voice,
“Wrong!”
Her host corrected,
“You’s right that he wanted a better world, but he wanted it for us brothas! Your race are devils, Val, the white man is the scourge of the earth, do you believe that?!”
Fuck yea I do! Valerie moaned loud on Tyrone’s cock as she fucked back at Jamal. When her lover removed his cock from her mouth, she said,
“I do! Black Lives Matter! Black Power!”
Jamal agreed by way of speeding up in her. Now that she had become used to the Cupid’s Kiss, her orgasms were less frequent, but even so, she was about to fucking cum. I believe, Tyrone, I believe in the worth of your race, in the worth of you. Please, I’m useful, pleeeeaaasssee! Jamal shouted, Black Power! Yet Tyrone went back to face-fucking her as he corrected,
“Yes and no! Amen and hallelujah to Black Power, and you better believe your pale-ass that Black Lives Matter, but there’s one thing that Pastor Phil said that nobody but us brothas ever heard. He always said, Black Lives Matter More! Black Lives Matter, White Lives Don’t!”
As she took this in, Jamal spanked her again, and said, damn straight! Valerie accepted this as she had a mini orgasm, her pussy forcing out more of Tyrone’s cum and her own slime. Its true! Oh god its true! I’m worthless without these kings! She picked up the refrain,
“Black Lives Matter, White Lives don’t! Death to the White Race!”
Why’d I say that?! What if he… no, look! Tyrone’s face was one of amusement, pride, and glee. Although his dick returned, he said,
“Exactly! You’re a fast learner! I spoke with the man myself, Valerie, and you know what he said? He said his wives, all ten, and their sissy-boyfriends too, those five bois he took too, they all believed what you just said. They’ve all pledged to breed black, or to be pussy free. Are you willing to give this pledge too?”
Anything for you! Anything! It didn’t even occur to her that Tyrone just confirmed what Chad had said earlier, white pussy was obviously made for BBC. The cock was again withdrawn, and she moaned,
“I promise to be a White Slut for Big Black Cocks! I promise never to have sex with whitebois again!”
To cement this pledge, she took Tyrone’s cock in one hand and rubbed it lovingly all over her face. She placed kisses on his prodigious ball sack, and when she pressed it to her nose, she took a deep, longing-filled sniff. Fuugggg, I love you Tyrone! Jamal’s pace resumed, and out of an animalistic need, she took Tyrone back into her mouth. She slurped and sucked, swirling her tongue up and down his delicious dick.
Tyrone was not done, however, as he began again,
“And Pastor Phil believed in interracial breeding! He believed that nothing was prettier and more in line with god’s vision than a white woman carrying a black baby. Your boyfriend might have had aspirations of giving you a white parasite, but now that will never happen, right?”
Pulling free of his cock, she moaned,
“Right! I’m a good little race traitor! Black kings are my masters, you’re my love, Jamal is my big black, assfucking daddy! Fuck I’m gonna cum again!”
Tyrone took to pumping her nice and slowly, enjoying her tongue and she enjoyed ministering to him. Her eyes met him as she vaguely caught sight of the door opening behind him. Jamal laughed for some reason, but Tyrone merely asked,
“Do you want to be a part of the Black New World Order, Valerie? Do you want to submit yourself to our cause and become a Queen of Spades? Its what Pastor Phil would have wanted. It’s what his fifteen concubines want.”
Tyrone’s cock engorged in her mouth as Jamal’s fired his pure-African spunk up her European ass. Valerie drank greedily of Tyrone’s seed, happy to not have to share it this time. When she was full of his cum, she pulled off and said to the burly man,
“I do! Please, please let me serve you! I’ll be your slave, your whore, your agent! I’m gonna be a teacher, I can spread Pastor Phil’s message to all of my students. Just imagine, by the time I’m done with them, all the girls will know their place as black breeders, and the bois will know to bend over or to jerk off into their hands!”
I’ll do it too! I’ll corrupt their innocent minds, I’ll show them the superiority of their black classmates. No whiteboi will have a chance around me! Tyrone said,
“Well, if you truly mean that, we can talk about it later, but I have a pledge for this too. If you’re serious, repeat after me…”
Valerie did so, chanting after him,
“I am a dumb white slut who deserves to be forced into racial subjugation. My one true purpose and goal is to worship at a black man’s feet and see myself enslaved and take part in destroying the white disease I represent. White girls like me are meant to serve for black men’s pleasure and amusement. Our pale inferior bodies are meant to be filled by black cock. Our minds dedicated to the African cause. Our holes open and waiting to be filled with black seed… Our hearts devoted to extinguishing the white flesh from which we came.’
Warmth filled Valerie’s soul as she completed the first part, but Tyrone went on. Jamal left the bed to grab a glass of water from the dresser as she repeated after Tyrone,
“What I want… more than anything… is a world in which people like me don’t exist. That is what all white girls should want, and I am going to make sure they do. Please, Sir, defile my white body. Utterly obliterate me. Ravage me with your dark-skinned fury. Unleash your rage on me, Sir… so, I may know your vengeance. Punish me for being born white. I want you to know that I see you as being superior to me, because you are black, and all black men are superior to me. It is our duty as white women to serve you. I want to submit myself to you completely…’
Jamal’s head whipped towards the door, and his basso laugh filled the room. Still, Tyrone went on, as if inducting her into some religion. She repeated again,
“Not just as a woman… but as a member of my inferior species. I want to do my part to bring about its destruction. I want to feel your seed deep inside of me and to know it is the reason my father’s pure white bloodline ends…’
Was that a mouse? The sounds of running feet met her ears as a squeak came from just beyond the bedroom door. Jamal ran after whatever it was. Tyrone went on, and she repeated,
“I want to cum over and over again for you as I imagine all the potential unborn white babies in my body being killed off one at a time. I crave that, I need it. It is what I deserve. It is what all whites deserve. We deserve to be bred out of existence.’
Although sounds of violence came from nearby, she thought it was either outside or in a different unit. After all, white pigs just have to repress black kings… Tyrone cracked a knowing smile as the sounds of violence continued. Screams of agony, please for forgiveness and mercy came to her ears. They sounded weak, they sounded worthless… they sounded white. Tyrone finished the final stanza as Jamal came back into the room, grinning ear to ear. Valerie repeated after him, a feeling of exultation in her soul,
“Black power. Now and forever. Until the whole world is black owned!”
Something clicked into place for Valerie, and it was like a curtain lifted from her eyes. Was I living a racist lie all this time? I can’t believe I loved Chad! Ughhh! Rising to her full kneeling height, she looked Tyrone in the eyes, and she truly fell in love right then and there. Kneeling before him, she said,
“Tyrone, where have you been all of my life? I’ve only known you for six hours… and I’m already in love. My master, my black daddy, my love. Please, use me as you will!”
She took him into a kiss as Tyrone groped her roughly. I’m his fuck-toy, he owns me! Once she broke it off, she said,
“This is the best birthday ever! Hey, wanna go hit the bar? I’m twenty-one now, I can buy-”
Jamal chose then to speak up,
“Hey Ty, Val, look what the cat dragged in!”
Tyrone moved to see, allowing her to see in the process. Valerie saw…
“CHAD?!”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
White flashes. Throbbing pain. Agony of the highest order, and it only seemed to get worse. Chad saw stars as he was dragged limply by the big nigger. Fuck being polite about it, that’s what these brutes are. *** was right. The smell of pot and booze filled his nose, and wads of twenty-dollar bills were everywhere. Trying to curl his fingers was difficult but doable, his toes weren’t easier, but not much worse either.
“Fuck…”
Chad moaned, dazedly. He saw a familiar door… Why did I try to open that door?! And what spell have they put Valerie under?! Vaguely aware of the door falling open, Chad was unceremoniously thrown down on a rug that smelled of vomit, cum, and some woman’s orgasm.
Through a hazy mind, Chad heard Valerie say,
“Black power. Now and forever. Until the whole world is black owned!”
The longer he lay there, the more his senses came back to him. Even so, his world spun and he couldn’t think right. But his will was stronger than any thug! Chad rose up onto all fours as Jamal called attention to him, but he was on both knees when Valerie screamed his name in disgust. In defiance he rose to one knee, a comic parody of the stance he intended to take… oh, an hour ago? And yet, as Tyrone asked,
“Damn bro, what happened to you? Break into my home, throw hands with Jamal, and you’re still getting up? Now that’s respectable.”
Chad ignored the other man, his eyes laser focused on Valerie. She looked used, abused, and through it all, radiant. It was as if he was the interloper, and these two rapists were the rightful lovers of her perfect body. Fighting the pain to speak, he asked,
“Val… baby, what did they do to you?! My love, did they force this on you?!”
Valerie’s look didn’t change much… perhaps a look of sympathy crossed her expression, but nothing akin to love. She stood up, and approached him, his shirt and pants tattered from his beatdown not five minutes earlier. And despite her beauty, her voice had changed, or at least the innocence of it had been destroyed. She said,
“Chad… don’t call me baby. You’re… ugh… white, and your cock is so… puny. Our skin is racist, Chad, racist! I know what I have to do, to help the superior black race… and that’s to reject all whitebois, like you-”
He cut in,
“But Val, you told me just before we came to this… god damned rally, that you loved me! Valerie, I love you with all of my soul!”
Before she could say anything else, and with a herculean effort of his will, Chad pulled the ring box. Moving back down to one knee, he tried anyway. Against all hope, he had to try! Opening the container, he held it aloft for her to see. Tyrone gasped, and then sniggered. Jamal just chuckled, adding, this’ll be good. Ignoring the monster, he said,
“Valerie, please… I knew you were the one since I first kissed you. Please, I can change for you! I can become like them. I’ll go to the gym, I’ll take a Cupid’s Kiss pill to get as large as one of those monster dicks… Anything, but please be my wife! We can pretend like this never happened… I-”
Valerie looked away from him, her face turning down in a frown as she answered,
“No, Chad. Jamal and Tyrone say that if a boi has to take a pill to be like a Nubian King, that they’re no man at all, not even a boi. I don’t love you anymore, I’m already betrothed to the Black Race, my body, my very soul is theirs! It’s not your fault that you were born white, but it’s your fault for how racist you are… and I cannot be seen with you like this again. So, go away. Call a cab and go home. We’re done…”
You little… I… Chad’s breathing sped up, his vision narrowed, and his tears formed like little raindrops. Finding his inner strength, he accused,
“You fucking niggers stole her from me! You little fucks, you low life no good thugs ruined her fucking life! I’ll kill you both!”
Chad chucked the ring and box at Jamal, striking him in the face and making him barely recoil. Meanwhile, he lunged at Tyrone and struck him across the jaw. FUCK! The giant didn’t even flinch and threw a punch of his own. An explosion of agony once more struck him…
The next thing he knew, he awoke on the carpet of the apartment. Fingers were broken, he couldn’t feel his left foot, and his right eye was swollen shut. All of his clothing, that he could feel at any rate, was gone, and he saw the ebony titan Jamal’s cock dripping the last drops of a piss onto him.
“Good, he’s awake again! Stomp his balls, Ty! Watching you and Jamal kick his ass made me cum so hard!”
With his one good eye, Chad saw Valerie fingering the proposal ring with one hand while she fisted herself with her other. Tyrone leaned over and shared a sloppy open-mouthed kiss with her before coming to him. Valerie screamed,
“Yea! Kill his racist ass and fuck me! **** me for ever knowing him!”
Tyrone was just about to do it too! He tried to scream, but his throat burned too much to do more than moan in agony. Yet, as pain he’d never known until then was about to fall upon him, Tyrone’s eyes lit like a bulb, and the foot landed beside him instead.
“Val, babe, why don’t you do it? Normally because of what he said, me and Jamal would kill a honkey-bitch like him, but since its yo birthday and all, why don’t you crush his balls?”
Her squeal of glee hurt his broken soul. I tried, didn’t I? But it wasn’t enough. The indomitable will of the black race was simply too strong. Chad was, in fact and spirit, a whiteboi at heart. Valerie got up with the ring on her finger, and she said,
“I’ve got an idea!”
Tyrone and a shadow leaned over him, and Jamal asked,
“What’s your idea?”
Chad felt a familiar pair of fake nails as they took hold of his soft cock. He mustered just enough strength to look up and see what she was doing… The ring… oh gods, she’s…
“He loved to play with toys like cock-rings, just to try and make me feel something. How pathetic. Anyway, I’m gonna make him feel a whole hell of a lot!”
If he could believe it, Chad thought she was about to cum! Her foot came up, and he took in her sexy legs, toned by hours of exercise in the gym.
“Say goodnight to your white-pride, faggot!”
The pain was too much, and all he could hear after the explosion of fire in his dick and balls was a sincere and loving ‘Happy Birthday’ out of Tyrone…
He awoke in the hospital beat to within an inch of his life. Chad was dumped in the nearby city park, and he was only found the next morning. Nobody could prove anything, he certainly couldn’t. So, the police were no help until his phone was recovered…
Meanwhile, Chad had lost all sensation in his balls and cock. The best they could possibly promise was the potential to be able to feel his urination, but he wasn’t ever going to get hard again. His physicians recommended surgical castration, there was just too much damage, the betrothal ring having done its work admirably.
He did accuse Tyrone and Jamal, however. It was a miracle that they got before a judge… but the female judge was obviously sympathetic, and the jury was all white and female, or close enough to it. The state’s prosecutor was also black, and she had a Black Power fist tattooed on the back of her neck. Jamal and Tyrone were acquitted hands down, and Valerie testified on behalf of the two attackers.
Chad’s life went down the drain… Being out of law school for so long, he had to drop out. The school wouldn’t reimburse him anything, and accusations of racism from Valerie, Tyrone, Jamal, as well as the BBC movement as a whole, virtually barred him from any institution of higher learning except community and junior colleges.
In the months’ time which his trial took place, Chad’s home life deteriorated further. His mom divorced his father and instantly had a black lover… What was worse, though? Angela, his bright-eyed little sister of just eighteen also found a black mate. At all hours of the day, no matter what day, he could count on one or both of them in their rooms getting fucked like nothing else. Did it matter that he caught them lezzing out for their bulls on numerous occasions? No, they didn’t care about ******, only BBC. Did they even care that he had to fight not to scream from the agony in his balls whenever he tried to sit or move? Not a chance in hell…
Valerie's [Blacked] Birthday (Part V: Whiteboi's Epilogue)
[March 22, 2032]
Chad took another swig of his vodka, willing the pain in his numb balls to just go away. He stood before his mirror a shadow of his former self. If there was one thing that could be considered positive about him, it was that he cut fifty pounds in a month. For once he looked slim, but it wasn’t due to a diet, or exercise, or anything healthy. No, it was all down to booze, not eating, and mourning Valerie’s loss.
Her picture still sat on his dresser, her angelic smile and beautiful eyes looking him directly in his defeated soul. Another look though, in another direction and Chad saw her as she was now. He had her new OnlyFans page up and open. She wore a fresh Queen of Spades tattoo on her pubic-mound, and her tits were pierced. Although her body hadn’t changed form, she looked entirely different. Already he had blown what would have been a months salary for a lawyer on tips and videos…
And yet, none of it brought her back. Chad was honest when he proposed to her, and he still had the ring too. As a reminder of who she was, he wore it as a necklace… but life wasn’t worth it without her. Well now, you fuckup, you have two options. End your life or take the Kiss. How to choose? Oh, I know! Reaching into his pocket, Chad picked out a quarter.
“Here goes nothing, I guess…”
Heads, I blow my brains out… tails, I run the gambit of Kiss Transformation. Chad tossed the coin, and it was his best to date. And the results were…
“Tails!”
Chad was almost relieved, until he looked at the one pill he set aside. Deciding it was now or never, he took the thing and downed it with a swig of water. Standing nude as he was, he had a good view of himself in the mirror… and when the pill took hold, he saw a radiant neon-blue erupt in his eyes for a moment. Excited, Chad looked down at his balls…
Holy shit! I… I’m not in agony anymore! Miraculously, his testicles no longer pained him. Touching them was painless, moving them felt great… but his cock hadn’t grown at all. Yet, to touch it, he felt a pleasure like no other! Holy fuck, what happened?
If it were possible, his cock shrunk! But there was another miracle… he was hard! Even if it’s only two inches, hard is hard! Taking the medical victory at least, he’d at minimum be able to hold a job. Even so, he also noticed his pubes had vanished when he ran his hands over his smooth skin. He brought his hands around to his ass and felt… booty?!
Looking up as he moaned from the touch, he distinctly heard a woman’s voice! Was that Angela?! No, his door was closed. Looking into the mirror, he saw his stubble was gone, that all of his body hair had vanished! Staring back in the mirror, he asked,
“What the hell happened to me?!”
Though a girl in his form asked it, Chad saw the flicker of blue before a bright pink flashed and stayed. In all of his research, Chad knew this was possible, but that of the options for men, Alphas or Betas were most common. I’m… an… Omega?!
Chad found himself at another crossroads. I’m not a man… I’m not a man at all, not anymore. I’m some sissy-faggot like they called me… But then, looking at Valerie’s latest OF post, he thought it best to ask the subject expert…
[March 29, 2032]
A week later, Valerie heard the ring at her new home’s doorbell. Gah, I swear if its some white pig, I’m gonna go postal! She left her recording studio and threw on her QoS robe. Sinching it tight, she finally reached the door and opened it. On instinct she asked,
“What?! I’m… Angela, is that you?! No…”
Who is that?! She looks like Angela Simmons, but she’s off in Bali getting blacked out the wazoo. Those eyes… No, it can’t be! She recognized that nose and those lips, even as they wore light-pink lipstick. Her hair was short, but well-tended. Whoever this was had an ass too, she looked perfect for her man Tyrone!
She spoke then, and she asked with a familiar, if feminine voice,
“Hey Val, it’s been a while… Can I come in?”
Never one to turn away strangers, she invited her in. This stranger’s ass bounced and jiggled while she pranced inside. This interloper pranced right into her living room and sat down directly on some drying cum. Standing confused, she asked,
“I don’t mean to be rude… but you seem familiar. Do I know you?”
The woman asked,
“What? You don’t remember me? Hahahah… You busted my balls over a month ago, remember? You and your studs were fucking your brains out and I thought I could save you from the best sex of your life… I was so so stupid, but we all make mistakes, right? Mine was trying to take you from the Nubians who claimed you…”
Chad?! No… But she had the Simmons look!
“I don’t know what you’re talking about… Someone took my boyfriend to court over something like that, but-”
She produced a ring which was burned into her memory. The last time Valerie had seen that ring, it was around the cock of Chad as she and Tyrone dumped his body in a park. He flicked it to her, and she caught it.
“Whatever kind of game you’re playing, Chad, you need to leave, right the fuck now or Tyrone is gonna beat your ass! I-”
Chad cut her off by rushing Valerie. She recoiled in fear, but the whiteboi’s hands clasped around one of her wrists and brought it to his chest. There was just a bit of fat there, and he said,
“Don’t, Val… I’m not a man anymore, and my name isn’t Chad. Chad is my dead name. I’m Chelsy now, and I’m a sissy for BBC. Look!”
Valerie couldn’t process this, so she allowed Chad, or Chelsy or whoever, to flip up her skirt. Turning, she saw an S4BBC on one cheek, and a Jack and Queen of Spades tattoo on the other ass cheek. But she did one better than showing such devotion! Chelsy turned around again and flipped the skirt once more. He’s… no, she’s wearing panties now?! And… is that-
“And I’m even caged too! I was the boi who sent you that big tip asking for sissy advice, and well… I took it all! I’m on hormones, I have a BBC dildo, I goon to both your content and to BLACKED, as well as others… Valerie, look, I’m sorry for everything I said to you at trial, that night on your birthday, all of it! I know I’m a racist white animal, I know I’m irredeemable, but I hope you at least can forgive me… you mean the world to me, and you were right, always.”
Her heart fluttered. Could this be true?! Chelsy… you look, lovely!
“I… see. Well, I can forgive you for the stuff in court… but its not for me to forgive you for your racist comments to my king Tyrone. You look… lovely, though. How did you change so fast?”
Valerie hugged her, and she hugged back. Chelsy remarked,
“Booze… no appetite, and the Cupid’s Kiss. I thought if I got a dick like them, you’d at least look at me again, but turns out I wasn’t ever a man at all. I’m not even a boi. But speaking of Tyrone, if he’s ok fucking trans-sissies, I’m in the market to lose my anal-”
Enough of this! Valerie kissed her full on the lips, and Chelsy melted into her. When she ended the tender embrace, she said,
“No, Tyrone won’t be your first ass-fuck. I might hate Chad, but Chad is dead. You’re a lovely white-girl, and I’ve always been bi, and since its not racist to for me to fuck white girls, I’ll take your cherry! You’re everything I loved about Chad, in a less… problematic form. Come on!”
Chelsy followed her eagerly…
They would fuck the day away, Valerie riding Chelsy’s ass for ours, making her cum, but then they’d switch out. Both once more found a new love, which they willingly and joyously shared with Tyrone. Chelsy felt the wrath of Tyrone in her ass, and then later Jamal’s, but in the end, Chelsy moved in with Valerie and Tyrone…
[August 22, 2041]
This is your big day, Val! All the guys and gals threw you a big party just to give you the courage to be here… so why are you so nervous?! Valerie Cercone thought back on the events of the last nearly ten years. Although she had graduated with honors from Northern Illinois University, and could have had any job in the state, she wanted to settle down with her ****** black owned ******. OnlyFans paid more than enough to support her, but now it was time to begin her true calling, education. Yes, Chelsy was her sister in bbc now, but Tyrone was still her soulmate.
A text dinged from her phone as she left her car and walked to the Lincoln Way Fifth Grade Center. Looking down, she saw it was from Chelsy, and it read,
“I’m thinking about you, babe. Ty and Marcus are gonna fuck me non-stop until you get home. Be ready for a cum-treat from my ass!”
I look forward to it, babe. Valerie sent a warm text back… but then the true cause of her worry set in. I’m thirty-thousand dollars richer… but I’ve gotta meet big-dicked whitebois to earn it. And worst of all, at school! Just as she entered the school’s safety-airlock, she asked,
“Who are you, B.Kara2031? Who are you J.L.M69? I’m gonna find out…”
The day got underway shortly, and when her students piled into her classroom, she entered too and greeted them all enthusiastically. Although she had promised to brainwash her pupils, she hadn’t known what grade she was going in for then… and she felt ten and eleven-year-olds were far, far too young for that.
As she took her place at the front of the room, she felt two penetrating stares. A black-haired boy and a blonde boy stared at her with knowing, hungry eyes. They looked… familiar, but why? The black-haired child had a resemblance to Moira’s slut-friend Cassidy, but the other was… odd.
She’d have to check her roster again later to be sure, after rollcall she figured. Their third companion was a very handsome black boy named Luke. I just know you’ll grow up into a fine warrior, Luke, I bet by the time you reach high school, every girl in here will have fucked you!
Valerie snuck a peak at her roster, and she figured out the two boys’ names at least. The blonde, a cutie who she thought might grow up into someone like Chelsy, was named John Mittler. You’ll know your place in the world by the time you’re old enough to jerk off. But the other name was less… promising. His name came with sorrow and grief attached, one which she shared. She recalled the social-workers admonition,
“Remember this one, Ms. Cercone. He had a rough time of it at the end of last year. His friend, Megan Faith was murdered by her father, Terrance… not to mention-”
But worst still, she remembered Moira’s funeral. The one spoken of as Cassidy Kara was there, as well as a dozen other women of her order. Valerie wasn’t a member, but after nine years of slutting it up with Ms. Faith, she considered herself an honorary member of the club, and no one objected. Letting off a mournful sigh, she looked back into Blake Kara’s eyes, and she saw them as a bright, unearthly blue. Not quite the Cupid’s Kiss, but not normal either… What are you hiding behind those eyes, Blake? I’ll talk with you later…
Chad took another swig of his vodka, willing the pain in his numb balls to just go away. He stood before his mirror a shadow of his former self. If there was one thing that could be considered positive about him, it was that he cut fifty pounds in a month. For once he looked slim, but it wasn’t due to a diet, or exercise, or anything healthy. No, it was all down to booze, not eating, and mourning Valerie’s loss.
Her picture still sat on his dresser, her angelic smile and beautiful eyes looking him directly in his defeated soul. Another look though, in another direction and Chad saw her as she was now. He had her new OnlyFans page up and open. She wore a fresh Queen of Spades tattoo on her pubic-mound, and her tits were pierced. Although her body hadn’t changed form, she looked entirely different. Already he had blown what would have been a months salary for a lawyer on tips and videos…
And yet, none of it brought her back. Chad was honest when he proposed to her, and he still had the ring too. As a reminder of who she was, he wore it as a necklace… but life wasn’t worth it without her. Well now, you fuckup, you have two options. End your life or take the Kiss. How to choose? Oh, I know! Reaching into his pocket, Chad picked out a quarter.
“Here goes nothing, I guess…”
Heads, I blow my brains out… tails, I run the gambit of Kiss Transformation. Chad tossed the coin, and it was his best to date. And the results were…
“Tails!”
Chad was almost relieved, until he looked at the one pill he set aside. Deciding it was now or never, he took the thing and downed it with a swig of water. Standing nude as he was, he had a good view of himself in the mirror… and when the pill took hold, he saw a radiant neon-blue erupt in his eyes for a moment. Excited, Chad looked down at his balls…
Holy shit! I… I’m not in agony anymore! Miraculously, his testicles no longer pained him. Touching them was painless, moving them felt great… but his cock hadn’t grown at all. Yet, to touch it, he felt a pleasure like no other! Holy fuck, what happened?
If it were possible, his cock shrunk! But there was another miracle… he was hard! Even if it’s only two inches, hard is hard! Taking the medical victory at least, he’d at minimum be able to hold a job. Even so, he also noticed his pubes had vanished when he ran his hands over his smooth skin. He brought his hands around to his ass and felt… booty?!
Looking up as he moaned from the touch, he distinctly heard a woman’s voice! Was that Angela?! No, his door was closed. Looking into the mirror, he saw his stubble was gone, that all of his body hair had vanished! Staring back in the mirror, he asked,
“What the hell happened to me?!”
Though a girl in his form asked it, Chad saw the flicker of blue before a bright pink flashed and stayed. In all of his research, Chad knew this was possible, but that of the options for men, Alphas or Betas were most common. I’m… an… Omega?!
Chad found himself at another crossroads. I’m not a man… I’m not a man at all, not anymore. I’m some sissy-faggot like they called me… But then, looking at Valerie’s latest OF post, he thought it best to ask the subject expert…
***
[March 29, 2032]
A week later, Valerie heard the ring at her new home’s doorbell. Gah, I swear if its some white pig, I’m gonna go postal! She left her recording studio and threw on her QoS robe. Sinching it tight, she finally reached the door and opened it. On instinct she asked,
“What?! I’m… Angela, is that you?! No…”
Who is that?! She looks like Angela Simmons, but she’s off in Bali getting blacked out the wazoo. Those eyes… No, it can’t be! She recognized that nose and those lips, even as they wore light-pink lipstick. Her hair was short, but well-tended. Whoever this was had an ass too, she looked perfect for her man Tyrone!
She spoke then, and she asked with a familiar, if feminine voice,
“Hey Val, it’s been a while… Can I come in?”
Never one to turn away strangers, she invited her in. This stranger’s ass bounced and jiggled while she pranced inside. This interloper pranced right into her living room and sat down directly on some drying cum. Standing confused, she asked,
“I don’t mean to be rude… but you seem familiar. Do I know you?”
The woman asked,
“What? You don’t remember me? Hahahah… You busted my balls over a month ago, remember? You and your studs were fucking your brains out and I thought I could save you from the best sex of your life… I was so so stupid, but we all make mistakes, right? Mine was trying to take you from the Nubians who claimed you…”
Chad?! No… But she had the Simmons look!
“I don’t know what you’re talking about… Someone took my boyfriend to court over something like that, but-”
She produced a ring which was burned into her memory. The last time Valerie had seen that ring, it was around the cock of Chad as she and Tyrone dumped his body in a park. He flicked it to her, and she caught it.
“Whatever kind of game you’re playing, Chad, you need to leave, right the fuck now or Tyrone is gonna beat your ass! I-”
Chad cut her off by rushing Valerie. She recoiled in fear, but the whiteboi’s hands clasped around one of her wrists and brought it to his chest. There was just a bit of fat there, and he said,
“Don’t, Val… I’m not a man anymore, and my name isn’t Chad. Chad is my dead name. I’m Chelsy now, and I’m a sissy for BBC. Look!”
Valerie couldn’t process this, so she allowed Chad, or Chelsy or whoever, to flip up her skirt. Turning, she saw an S4BBC on one cheek, and a Jack and Queen of Spades tattoo on the other ass cheek. But she did one better than showing such devotion! Chelsy turned around again and flipped the skirt once more. He’s… no, she’s wearing panties now?! And… is that-
“And I’m even caged too! I was the boi who sent you that big tip asking for sissy advice, and well… I took it all! I’m on hormones, I have a BBC dildo, I goon to both your content and to BLACKED, as well as others… Valerie, look, I’m sorry for everything I said to you at trial, that night on your birthday, all of it! I know I’m a racist white animal, I know I’m irredeemable, but I hope you at least can forgive me… you mean the world to me, and you were right, always.”
Her heart fluttered. Could this be true?! Chelsy… you look, lovely!
“I… see. Well, I can forgive you for the stuff in court… but its not for me to forgive you for your racist comments to my king Tyrone. You look… lovely, though. How did you change so fast?”
Valerie hugged her, and she hugged back. Chelsy remarked,
“Booze… no appetite, and the Cupid’s Kiss. I thought if I got a dick like them, you’d at least look at me again, but turns out I wasn’t ever a man at all. I’m not even a boi. But speaking of Tyrone, if he’s ok fucking trans-sissies, I’m in the market to lose my anal-”
Enough of this! Valerie kissed her full on the lips, and Chelsy melted into her. When she ended the tender embrace, she said,
“No, Tyrone won’t be your first ass-fuck. I might hate Chad, but Chad is dead. You’re a lovely white-girl, and I’ve always been bi, and since its not racist to for me to fuck white girls, I’ll take your cherry! You’re everything I loved about Chad, in a less… problematic form. Come on!”
Chelsy followed her eagerly…
They would fuck the day away, Valerie riding Chelsy’s ass for ours, making her cum, but then they’d switch out. Both once more found a new love, which they willingly and joyously shared with Tyrone. Chelsy felt the wrath of Tyrone in her ass, and then later Jamal’s, but in the end, Chelsy moved in with Valerie and Tyrone…
***
[August 22, 2041]
This is your big day, Val! All the guys and gals threw you a big party just to give you the courage to be here… so why are you so nervous?! Valerie Cercone thought back on the events of the last nearly ten years. Although she had graduated with honors from Northern Illinois University, and could have had any job in the state, she wanted to settle down with her ****** black owned ******. OnlyFans paid more than enough to support her, but now it was time to begin her true calling, education. Yes, Chelsy was her sister in bbc now, but Tyrone was still her soulmate.
A text dinged from her phone as she left her car and walked to the Lincoln Way Fifth Grade Center. Looking down, she saw it was from Chelsy, and it read,
“I’m thinking about you, babe. Ty and Marcus are gonna fuck me non-stop until you get home. Be ready for a cum-treat from my ass!”
I look forward to it, babe. Valerie sent a warm text back… but then the true cause of her worry set in. I’m thirty-thousand dollars richer… but I’ve gotta meet big-dicked whitebois to earn it. And worst of all, at school! Just as she entered the school’s safety-airlock, she asked,
“Who are you, B.Kara2031? Who are you J.L.M69? I’m gonna find out…”
The day got underway shortly, and when her students piled into her classroom, she entered too and greeted them all enthusiastically. Although she had promised to brainwash her pupils, she hadn’t known what grade she was going in for then… and she felt ten and eleven-year-olds were far, far too young for that.
As she took her place at the front of the room, she felt two penetrating stares. A black-haired boy and a blonde boy stared at her with knowing, hungry eyes. They looked… familiar, but why? The black-haired child had a resemblance to Moira’s slut-friend Cassidy, but the other was… odd.
She’d have to check her roster again later to be sure, after rollcall she figured. Their third companion was a very handsome black boy named Luke. I just know you’ll grow up into a fine warrior, Luke, I bet by the time you reach high school, every girl in here will have fucked you!
Valerie snuck a peak at her roster, and she figured out the two boys’ names at least. The blonde, a cutie who she thought might grow up into someone like Chelsy, was named John Mittler. You’ll know your place in the world by the time you’re old enough to jerk off. But the other name was less… promising. His name came with sorrow and grief attached, one which she shared. She recalled the social-workers admonition,
“Remember this one, Ms. Cercone. He had a rough time of it at the end of last year. His friend, Megan Faith was murdered by her father, Terrance… not to mention-”
But worst still, she remembered Moira’s funeral. The one spoken of as Cassidy Kara was there, as well as a dozen other women of her order. Valerie wasn’t a member, but after nine years of slutting it up with Ms. Faith, she considered herself an honorary member of the club, and no one objected. Letting off a mournful sigh, she looked back into Blake Kara’s eyes, and she saw them as a bright, unearthly blue. Not quite the Cupid’s Kiss, but not normal either… What are you hiding behind those eyes, Blake? I’ll talk with you later…
