Jessica Wellington was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed rich girl from the affluent suburbs of Long Island, not far from the Hamptons. Her ****** was one of the richest old money families in the area, with a ****** fortune of hundreds of millions of dollars between her ***, uncles, and cousins. Born and raised to be proper, polite, and well-behaved, she just had her first taste of the real world in the last ten weeks since she left home to attend Columbia University in New York City. Now home for Thanksgiving break, she was eager for everyone to meet her new boyfriend, Deontay.
Jessica was about 5"6', 110 pounds, with bright blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, pale skin, and a toned, athletic body that befit her status as a star volleyball player. Her legs were long and toned, with thick, muscular thighs. Her ass was absolutely massive in size, perfectly heart-shaped, and looked stunning in proportion to her toned, flat belly. From the tummy down, she easily could have passed for a fitness model that had millions of Instagram followers and specialized in booty pics. From the neck up, she looked like the favorite ******** of a wealthy old-money ****** or a princess from a fairy tale. Bridging these two was her rack, consisting of two absolutely glorious 34G cup breasts, perfectly symmetrical and gravity-defying in their firmness, plumpness, and ability to stay upright.
It was the day before Thanksgiving. Jessica had arrived at her ******'s mansion several days earlier and was reconnecting with old friends and waiting for her new boyfriend to arrive. Thanksgiving was a big deal for the Wellingtons. It was one of the few times a year that Jessica's entire extended ****** got together, and they generally celebrated the holiday with two consecutive days of food, play, and leisure. Jessica's surgery resident older brother Timothy, as well as Timothy's fiancee Mary, had arrived the night before. Jessica's older sister, Julia, a law student at Yale, was set to arrive the next morning. Her father, Jeremy, was a board member at several hedge funds in New York City and had gotten the entire week off to spend with his ******, including his 38-year-old trophy wife Miranda, who was Jessica's mother.
The entire ****** was enjoying wine, board games, and light music in the mansion's parlor as they awaited the arrival of Jessica's new boyfriend, Deontay, whom they had heard very little about.
"I must say, Deontay is over three hours late at this point, sweety. Do you think everything is all right?" asked Miranda.
"It's fine, mommy; Deontay just does things at his own pace!" Jessica replied.
"It's just damn disrespectful to show up this late when someone's invited you over for something important. You don't deserve to be treated like a doormat, little sister," said Jessica's protective older brother Timothy.
"I don't mind; he's worth waiting for!" Jessica replied.
Just then, a doorbell rang, followed by some loud, aggressive knocks.
"I think that's him!" yelled Jessica.
She took off the oversized hoodie and sweatpants she had been wearing and ran to the door, followed closely by her curious ******. She got on a pair of high heels just before answering.
Under the baggy sweats, Jessica was wearing a skin-tight pink dress that was so short it barely covered her massive ass cheeks, sleeveless with spaghetti straps, and a bust that barely contained the two bouncy mounds of flesh on her chest.
She answered the door before her conservative father or brother could comment on the uncharacteristically revealing outfit she was wearing.
At the door was a tall, imposing black man wearing grey sweatpants, a white jacket over a black tank top, a gold ankh necklace around his neck, and Jordan sneakers. There were several tattoos visible on his chest, neck, and hands. He had a strong physique, with muscles bulging through his clothes in the arms, shoulders, and chest.
"Daddy!" Jessica screamed as she jumped into the black man's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, which made her dress slightly come up over her, flashing part of her cheeks to her ****** and giving them a glimpse of her pants—a tiny black thong.
Her father, Jeremy, and brother, Timothy, were frozen in shock for several seconds as the black man cupped Jessica's butt cheeks. with each hand and pulled her closer to him while the two lovers kissed several times.
"Ahem..." Jeremy finally managed to muster.
Jessica dismounted herself from the black man's embrace.
"Oh, sorry, ***. Everyone, this is Deontay! My new boyfriend from the city," Jessica said.
Jessica's mother, Miranda, simply stood with her jaw to the ground, admiring Deontay's physique, confidence, good looks, strength, and vigor. Timothy's fiancee Mary was simply fixated on the clearly visible outline of Deontay's cock through his grey sweatpants, which hung down halfway to his knees.
"De... Deontay Hi there, you can call me Mr. Wellington. Nice to, uh, meet you." Jeremy said this with his hand out, looking for a handshake.
"Ight." Deontay said, walking right past him. "And who is this fine-ass shawty all the way out here in the sticks?" he said, turning his eyes on Mary.
"That would be my fiancee, Mary. Timothy Wellington is Jessica's brother. Nice to meet you." Timothy said this as Mary giggled like a flustered schoolgirl.
"Ok, yah, sure," said Deontay, ignoring Timothy's outstretched hand and turning his eyes towards Miranda.
"Damn, I think I saw you in some rap videos back in the day. Who might you be, baby girl?" Deontay said, looking at Jessica's mother.
"Hi there! I'm Miranda! Jessica's mom! Get in here, you!" Miranda said, leaning in to give Deontay a long hug and feeling his large, solid muscles press against her body. She felt his cock brush up against her thigh several inches below where his groin was, causing her to get extremely aroused to the point that she could feel her pants begin to moisten.
"Uh, yah... Well, Deontay, I'm glad you could *finally* make it. Please do join us in the parlor; we have some board games and-" Jeremy began speaking before being interrupted.
"Nah, fuck that shit. I have been on that dank ass bus all day. I need to stretch my legs. Jess, why don't you show me up to your room? The rest of you can bring my sh*t up to the room later." Deontay said it firmly.
"Tee-hee-hee, ok!!" Jessica said, wrapping herself so tightly around the black man's body that he had to break her embrace to free up his arm. He subsequently grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter with his right hand and held Jessica's ass with his left as she guided him up to her room on the second floor of the mansion.
Timothy and Jeremy were too stunned to object or say any words of protest as the couple left all of Jeremy's luggage by the door to go upstairs and start fucking like wild animals.
Deontay and Jessica barely made it up the stairs before the two were absolutely going at each other, kissing, rubbing, grabbing, and stripping each other. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Deontay began passionately kissing the blonde bombshell as she kissed back and put her hands on his strong shoulders, while he lifted the bottom of her dress over her massive ass cheeks, cupped his hand, and spanked her ass so loudly that every member of her ****** had undoubtedly heard it from the lower floor. The spank caused Jessica to moan loudly. She then began taking off Deontay's jacket as the two made their way down the hall, throwing it to the floor to reveal Deontay's massive tattooed arms and broad shoulders. The black man then picked up his girlfriend's newlywed style, supporting her weight with his left hand and sliding her pants off with his right, throwing the white thong to the ground in the hallway in front of the door to Timothy's room as he kept carrying Jessica to the next door, dropping his sweatpants to his ankles and stepping out of them before finally entering the door to Jessica's bedroom. He threw his girl onto the bed and locked the door, the couple leading a trail of hormones and clothes to what would be their fuck sanctuary for the next several hours.
Deontay gripped the bottom of Jessica's dress and pulled it up over her head in one motion, revealing Jessica's completely nude body in all its glory. He took a moment to admire her perfectly balanced, firm, and round breasts and her pink quarter-sized nipples, getting his cock more excited.
Jessica moved like a predator ambushing its prey as she leaped to Deontay's boxers and pulled them down, revealing the object of her lust: Deontay's eleven-inch, smooth, girthy cock that was the color of dark chocolate. She stuck her mouth on his glans immediately, struggling to take the entire width of his rod as he pushed it deeper into her mouth, producing a loud choking and slurping sound. The blonde arched her back and began to shake her booty cheeks as Deontay gripped the back of her head with his left hand. He then bent down, Jessica's mouth still around his cock, and began spanking her ass cheeks with his right hand. The sound of her ass being spanked turned both of them on as Jessica made her way deeper on Deontay's meat stick, deepthroating to the point where she could fit the first nine inches of his cock down her throat. He kept throatfucking her, causing her eyes to water and her mascara to run down her face, while she began fingering her pussycat with her right hand, a thick glob of lubricant sticking to her hand and creating a webbing between her fingers.
Deontay could smell the dripping pussydrool coming from Jessica's babymaker and got even more turned on. He hadn't had sex with her perfect body in days; he didn't want to waste another moment on her mouth.
Gripping her hair with his hand, he kept her head stable as he slowly retracted his colossus from the beauty's mouth.
"Bend over," he said.
The bombshell did so without question, putting her knees on the soft, expensive, silky sheets of her enormous king-sized bed and bending over to the point that her face was on the ground, arching her back nearly 90 degrees, and pointing her pristine pussycat at Deontay. Her massive ass cheeks, perfect fucking position, and tiny waist made her honey irresistible to the black man, who put his hands on the athlete's perfectly toned glutes and brought his cock to her wetness. He pushed in slowly, her tight and copiously lubricated pussy easily accepting the enormous piece of meat as he slid in inch by inch. Her warm, moist pussy felt like heaven to Deontay as he pushed deeper and deeper until his balls ran into her ass cheeks.
"OHHH FUuuUUUuCCkk YaAAAAAaaahHHH dAAAAAADDDDYYYYY!!" Jessica screamed at the top of her lungs. Just the act of inserting his cock was enough to make her have a screaming orgasm.
Deontay put his hands on the blonde's hips and began moving her forward and backwards on his cock, with each thrust slamming her ass back to his thighs to produce a mesmerizing wave of jiggle in the teen's premium ass cheeks.
Downstairs in the parlor, the rest of the ****** was trying to ignore what was happening upstairs with more music and board games. However, Jessica's room was just above the parlor, and the thick stone walls of the mansion did little to mask the screaming, spanking, slurping, sucking, and fucking noises that began to emanate from Jessica's room and continued to be heard for hours and hours after that.
Not only could they hear Jessica's orgasmic wails, they were also treated to sounds of Deontay screaming things like, "Yah, you like that, you little fucking whore!" and "Take all that dick, fucking white bitch!".
Jeremy was absolutely horrified by the noises and tried to ignore them as best he could by turning up the music, though every carnal act occurring above them remained blatantly audible no matter how high the volume was.
Timothy was both furious and aroused at what was occurring. He always felt a paternal protectiveness over Jessica, and it crushed him to hear her being treated like a common fuck toy for a street thug upstairs. To his embarrassment, his sister's sex sounds and the degrading acts that Deontay was subjecting her to actually turned him on immensely, and he was forced to spend the rest of the night with a massive erection.
Miranda and Mary were both extremely aroused and had to use immense effort to hide their excitement, keeping their legs closed to prevent their men from smelling their wetness. They viewed Deontay as a primal beast of pure power and sexual energy and were incredibly envious that Jessica got to experience what she was experiencing, while they would have to retire for the night and deal with their flabby, passive men and their tiny cocks.
Over an hour after they had started fucking, Deontay was finally ready to cum for the first time while he was sitting in a chair in their bedroom, and Jessica was on top of him, riding his brains out.
His muscles tensed as he gripped her ass with even more force and began supplementing her riding with his own upper body strength, lifting her even higher and slamming her down faster on his magnum rod as she continued to scream in ecstasy.
"Get ready for this load, bitch!" he yelled as Jessica picked up her pace and rode even more quickly and vigorously.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohh FUUUCCKKK!!!!!" Deontay yelled as his cock erupted inside her fertile pussy.
Jessica felt his hot, sticky load jetting into her guts, causing her to orgasm with even more intensity and scream in an even louder, higher-pitched voice. "YESSSSsss baby cum inside mY PUSSSYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"
Deontay emptied his balls into the blonde's fuckhole for over a minute as ropes continued to erupt from his powerful rod. When he had no sperm left to ejaculate in that particular load, he picked the blonde up and threw her onto the bed, then hopped in bed himself.
Cum profusely dripping from her pussy onto her expensive silk sheets, Jessica took her right hand and began to massage Deontay's balls while she put her mouth on the head of his cock and began moving her tongue all over it, exciting his dick enough to begin hardening for round 2. It only took Deontay a few minutes before his cock was already fully hard again and ready to fuck Jessica again and again and again that night.
Timothy's room was right next to Jessica's, and after the ****** retired for the night, he was forced to listen to his little sister being treated like a fuck toy for hours and hours well into the night. When he attempted to initiate a sexual encounter with his beautiful fiance Mary, he ejaculated before she could even get her pants off and had no stamina to attempt round two for the rest of the night, prompting embarrassment for him and frustration and resentment from Mary.
Jeremy was similarly unable to perform that night. His trophy wife Miranda was so aroused by the sounds of Deontay fucking that she made the rare attempt to initiate a sexual act with Jeremy, but even her stunningly beautiful figure and a masterful lap dance couldn't get the emasculated father's penis hard.
Jessica woke up glowing around 10 a.m., five or so hours after she and Deontay finally went to sleep. After waking Deontay up with a quick blowjob, she made her way downstairs with a skip in her step to join the rest of her ****** for pre-Thanksgiving brunch.
As opposed to the radiant Jessica, Miranda and Mary looked bored and resentful, while Jeremy looked small and defeated, and Timothy looked angry and tremulous.
"What's wrong with everybody?" asked Jessica.
"Nothing baby. Just have some eggs and mimosas." Jessica's mother, Miranda, said. "Say, where's that friend of yours?"
"Oh, Deontay sleeps really late sometimes. I woke him up a little bit, but I don't think he's going to be down here for a little while." Jessica replied.
"Perfect," Timothy said, standing up and walking away from the table without a word.
"Hey, where did Timmy go?" Jessica asked.
"I don't think he slept well; maybe he's going back to sleep too." Mary said.
Mary was a nursing assistant and Instagram model who met Timothy when he was an intern at her hospital. Born in poverty with nothing but her sultry good looks, she saw the future orthopedic surgeon Timothy as her way out of poverty without flirting with losers on Onlyfans, posting ass pictures, or being called an e-girl every day of her life. She was about 5"1' with a pretty round face, black hair, plump lips, giant boobs about the size of Jessica's but in a smaller body, a small waist, and wide, healthy hips with juicy thighs and a dumptruck ass. She was often compared to the Kardashians, especially Kylie.
The ****** ate their brunch in pieces for a few minutes before they heard some yelling upstairs.
"Maybe I should check that out!" Jessica said, as it sounded like the yelling was coming from her room.
"No, please," Mary interjected. "I think that's Timothy; let me check."
Mary walked up the stairs and found that the yells were indeed coming from Jessica's room. The door was closed, but it sounded like Timothy was being roughed up by Deontay.
"You think you can get away with calling me that, you fucking piece of trash?!!" a voice that sounded like Deontay's.
"No, please, sir, I'm sorry! I didn't mean—" said a voice that sounded like Timothy.
Mary sat down in front of the door and touched herself. The pussycat was sopping wet, more so than she had felt it in years. She was incredibly turned on by the prospect of her fiance getting the shit kicked out of him by Deontay.
"Damn fucking right, you're going to be sorry, white boy!" Deontay's voice said.
"No, Deontay, please, don't!!" Timothy's voice replied.
*BANG!*
*THUD!*
*POW!*
*WHACK!*
Mary had her first genuine orgasm in years, touching herself to the sound of her man getting absolutely thrashed by the primal beast that was Deontay. After a few minutes, the pleas to stop faded away, but the beating sounds lingered for several more minutes. Then silence.
A few minutes later, Mary strutted into Jessica's room wearing the sexiest lingerie she had packed for the week. Black high heels, black fishnet stockings, lacy black crotchless pants, black gloves, and a black bra from Victoria's secret.
Deontay was on the bed, completely unscathed, except for some blood on his knuckles and tank top. Her fiance's battered, bloody body was lying next to the bed on the ground.
"I need you inside of me," Mary whispered bluntly upon seeing the massacre.
Deontay smirked, then picked Mary up and brought her to Timothy's bed next door. He shut the door behind them, and the black-haired beauty got to work sucking his cock. It was huge—at least three times as long as Timothy's—and so thick she could barely fit it all in her mouth. It was beautiful to look at—deep chocolate-brown, perfectly straight, with a few veins that give it texture. It was even more fun to suck than to look at, and feeling it slowly harden and enlarge in her mouth as she gagged and slurped made her more aroused than she had even been in bed with her fiance.
Adding to the arousal was the sheer danger of hooking up with Deontay. Mary grew up in poverty and craved nothing more than a way out. She bounced from rich white boy to rich white boy in the hopes that she'd finally find a guy like Timothy who would allow her to marry into the upper crust of society. Now she was cheating on this "man" with the dude who just beat him unconscious. Even so, the prospect of Timothy finding out wasn't what inspired the sense of danger. It was Jessica she was terrified of. Timothy was always easy enough to manipulate, but his beloved little sister always treated her like dirt for her humble upbringing, often disrespecting her face and commenting on her cheap clothes, makeup, and perfume. The idea of Jessica finding out that she was fucking her man was absolutely terrifying and titillating. Mary had no doubt that the blonde would ruin her life if she found out.
But pleasing Deontay's magnificent cock was more of a priority in that moment than maintaining her relationship with the future millionaire, and she continued to greedily suck his dick until she could feel the behemoth fully erect down her throat.
Deontay reached down to the wetness between her legs and gripped the increasingly moist pants with his right hand, then ripped them clean off her body like they were made of tissue paper. The big-booty babe knew what he wanted. She hopped on the bed, got on her hands and knees, and lowered her face to the ground, presenting her bare ass and pussycat to the alpha male.
Just then, the door opened. It was Jessica.
Mary looked terrified, positive that she had just messed up her standing in the ****** and ruined her future as a pampered trophy wife.
"Hey Mary, can you clean your loser's blood off of my carpet before the ****** gets here? It's going to gross me out if I have to look at it all day. You can wait until after this, of course," she said, closing the door behind her and stripping completely naked. The blonde embraced Deontay's body, stroking his hard cock with both her little hands as he gripped her oversized rump with one hand and Mary's with the other.
"I always wondered who had the nicer ass, me or you," Jessica said. "I guess we'll know based on where Deontay decides to cum first."
Jessica then grabbed Mary's face forcefully and brought it to hers, then kissed her erotically for about twenty seconds. She then moved next to Mary, bending over and wiggling her phat ass in front of the virile black man. Mary just stood there, confused at what was happening.
"It looks like the help doesn't know how threesomes work. It's whatever; she's a gold-digging whore who's spent her life fucking for business rather than pleasure. She's probably never had a real man, just a bunch of rich white baby dicks. Listen up, my brother's future first wife, Deontay, has a lot of pent-up sexual energy, and it's a multiple-woman job to handle him. So be my fuck assistant for the day, ok? Put that hot body to good use for once." Jessica said.
Jessica's words cut Mary like a knife. They were cruel, but accurate. This was the first time in her life that sex was going to be about desire and lust, not where her next meal was going to come from.
"Uhhh... ok, Jessica, just please don't." Mary began.
"It's Miss Wellington." Jessica interrupted. "Now do your maid duties and shake your ass for my man so he can use you like the flesh toy you are."
Strangely, the idea of being used as a sex toy excited Mary even further. She bent over and presented her juicy, round ass to Deontay, which contrasted with Jessica's athletic, heart-shaped ass. Jessica grabbed her face again and began kissing her as the two wiggled their booties in front of Deontay, as the black man put hands on each and contemplated which he wanted to start with.
Timothy awoke about an hour later to the sound of both his sister and his fiance screaming in orgasmic bliss from next door. Having been thoroughly emasculated, Timothy no longer felt shame or rage about the fact that a black man was using the two women he loved the most as human toys, just pure arousal. He wasn't going to try to fight Deontay; he knew it would end the same exact way, except this time, probably with a brain bleed. He started touching himself. Looking around the room, he saw a hamper of dirty laundry that Jessica had brought home from college and grabbed several used thongs and articles of sexy lingerie from the bag. He began sniffing those as he played with his tiny cock.
After a moment of contemplation, he snuck into Jessica's closet, moved some stuff around, and was elated to see a hole in the closet door. It was still there when he and Jessica were kids and used to climb through the holes and sneak into each other's rooms to play. He crawled through the hole, through some empty foundation space in the house, and into a hole in the closet in his own room, where he hid himself. From the closet, he watched the threesome between his sister, his fiance, and the black thug that had just beat his body to a pulp. In addition to the dirty pants from Jessica's hamper, I found some of Mary's dirty undies in the closet. He began furiously sniffing the dirty underwear while he stroked his tiny, three-inch weenie while hiding in the closet in his room.
Mary was bouncing on top of Deontay's massive cock while Jessica was bent over, ass facing the closet, gripping her thick cheeks with both hands and yelling at Deontay to cum inside her one more time. Timothy could see cum dripping from his sister's vagina and anus, with more jizz sprayed on her booty cheeks, feet, and face. He wondered how many times this beast came inside his poor sister while he was unconscious.
"Aww, FUCKKKKKkk!" Deontay yelled as he squirted one more load into Mary's cunt, prompting her to begin kissing him while still riding his dick. He had ejaculated so much that semen was dripping down her pussy while she was still on top, riding the still-inside BBC.
Then Deontay lay in bed, a cum-caked beauty on either side of him, taking turns kissing each other while the other sucked his cock.
Just as it appeared they were going to go for yet another round, an alarm went off on Jessica's phone.
"Fuck! It's already 2. My ******'s going to be here in an hour. Ugh, we have to finish this later, I guess. Go get ready, Mary. Thanksgiving is a big deal to us. Oh, and wake that loser up or take him to the hospital or something.
Hearing his beloved sister refer to him as a loser was like another knife stabbed through Timothy's heart, but it made him so aroused that he blew his load almost instantly, moaning a bit while doing so.
"What the fuck was that?" Deontay said.
The black man walked to the closet to investigate and found Timothy naked, covered in dirty pants, and sitting in a puddle of his own jizz.
Jessica and Mary arrive shortly after, and their jaws drop in shock.
"Oh, my..." Mary began to say. She felt a sign of relief in addition to disgust, realizing that her cheating was a turn-on for him and that he was unlikely to leave her.
"Send him to the fucking ICU, daddy!" Jessica said, upon seeing the cumstains on her own pants.
The two snowbunnies made their way back to Jessica's room to get ready, as several minutes of pounding, thudding, and beating could be heard from the distance.
Deontay arrived several minutes later, dripping in Timothy's blood and his glistening sweat and the beauties' pussy juices. He gestured to the girls to get in the shower with him so he could bust one last nut before the party began, leaving the two bitches to get ready after.
Timothy was next door, still barely conscious. Deontay was careful not to hit him in the face, leaving him awake for the entire beatdown. Deontay had shattered nearly every rib in his body, making it agonizing to breathe, let alone yell for help.
After the shower, Jessica and Mary did their hair and makeup and got dressed. Per Jessica's request, Deontay moved Timothy's barely-conscious body to the middle child Julia's room down the hall, as the youngest sibling was sick of being near her perverted, weak big brother.
Jessica ordered Mary to get the outdoor hot tub on the first floor ready while she mingled downstairs with her extended ******.
By the time Jessica was finished getting ready, most of her extended ****** had arrived. All eyes immediately turned on her as she walked downstairs in an incredibly revealing two-piece designer pink dress that was little more than a bra and a few inches of fabric on top, leaving her massive milk jugs out to see with her cleavage fully visible and her nipples barely covered. The bottom was essentially a sparkling mini skirt so tight that it clung to the skin like spandex. Her shapely, toned rear was barely covered by the impossibly short skirt. She was wearing pink stiletto heels that were equal parts slutty and classy.
Her male cousins were immediately smitten with shameful feelings of lust as they gazed upon her incredible figure, most of them unable to avert their eyes from staring at her rear and breasts. She made sure to give each of them extra long hugs, make lots of physical contact while mingling, and compliment them on how good they each looked. Her uncles were no less smitten, though they were also filled with feelings of paternal protectiveness and concern that she was now dressing like that. She gave them all the same affectionate treatment. She noticed that most of her male ****** members had snuck a feel of her butt or sideboob while hugging her or holding her by her side. She felt a little bit dirty being touched by a bunch of creepy male ****** members, but she wanted to make sure that all eyes were on her when Deontay got downstairs. Her sister, girl cousins, male cousins' wives and girlfriends, and even some aunts were nearly as attractive as she was, so she had to be extra friendly to keep the focus on her.
Deontay came down the stairs shortly after Jessica had finished mingling. In contrast to Jessica's rich, well-groomed, and sharply dressed ****** members, Deontay was wearing the same type of outfit he was when he arrived. White sweatpants that clearly showed his dick's outline, a grey tank top, a gold chain around his neck with a pendant in the shape of Africa, Kanye Adidas, and a durag.
"Daddy!" Jessica yelled as he came down, jumping into his arms. Deontay then put his hand on Jessica's ass and began making out with her in the middle of the party as her entire extended ****** stared in awkward silence. After several seconds of passionate kissing, Deontay put his other hand on Jessica's booty and began squeezing so hard that you could see bits of her rump squishing through the gaps between his fingers. After several more seconds, the ****** tried to pretend not to notice and began trying to avert their eyes as Deontay began spanking Jessica's ass cheeks with his left hand and slid his right hand under her dress while still making out with her. He began rubbing her pussycat for about ten more seconds as the whole party tried desperately not to stare at the alpha male having his way with their ******'s most beautiful ********. Finally, someone got the balls to interrupt them.
"I think that's quite enough of that," one voice called out.
"Who the fuck are you?" Deontay replied.
Jessica's sister Julia was there, along with her boyfriend Michael. Julia was a tall, slim redhead with fiery, bright red hair, pale porcelain skin, long legs, and an impossibly thin but womanly figure reminiscent of Victoria's Secret Angel. Her face was no less stunning, round and symmetrical, with stunning icy-blue eyes the same color as Jessica's. She was a law student at Yale, with her boyfriend Michael being one of the youngest law professors at the school. He was about six feet tall with an athletic body and a strong jawline. Like everyone else at the party besides Deontay, he was white.
"My name is Michael Sanford. Please be more respectful to my beautiful lady's sister. You're not treating her in a way that's befitting someone who's close to someone I care about," she replied.
Julia pulled Jessica aside while the two boyfriends traded jabs.
"Jessica, you can't be fucking serious with that guy! He's a fucking thug! If you want to piss *** off, there are better ways to Julia began.
"Jules, relax! Deontay is the best guy I could hope for! He's so big and strong. Actually big and strong, not like, well, you know." Jessica replied.
"He's acting totally inappropriate! Surely you can find someone more civilized at an Ivy League school." Julia replied.
"Ugh, here you go with that racist College Republicans shit. First of all, Deontay doesn't go to Columbia; he's a local in the city. Second, he's ten times the man any of those little-dicked rich white boys ever could be." Jessica said.
"Uh, huh, listen, Jessica, you need to get rid of that thug and find someone who's of your caliber! And for the record, Michael was the captain of Harvard's rowing team in college. He would destroy that thug in any actual physical confrontation, because intelligent, successful men like him will always be superior in every way to common street trash like that guy. You just need to go meet those types of people! And keeping that thug around isn't going to help. You need to dump him right now; Michael's best friend has a little brother at Columbia; maybe we can set you up." Julia replied.
"I'm not interested in some babydicked trust fund loser. I like not faking orgasms. Thank you very much." Jessica replied.
"Ugh! You know, you are just too stubborn! You'll see later, when we have the football match. Michael will show Deontay what a proper man can do on the field," Julia said as Jessica finally walked away, bringing Deontay along with her.
Deontay and Michael had traded several insults and vague threats at each other while Jessica and Julia were conversing, and Jessica dragging Deontay away was the only thing that stopped a full-on fist fight from happening.
Deontay and Jessica went around the party, continuing their gratuitous public displays of affection as Deontay continuously grabbed her tits, spanked her ass, reached under her dress, and put his hand on his sweatpants over his cock.
Her cousins were becoming shameless in their staring, shooting gazes of lust and jealousy, frequently going to "relieve themselves" in the bathroom as Deontay kept on the show. No one dared challenge him; they all knew he would rip them in half. Her uncles were a bit more uncomfortable, clearly turned on by the black man's beastly behavior and the beauty's lust in return, but also ashamed of their arousal. Jessica had some good laughs trying to watch her uncles hide their little boners and try not to be kept staring as Deontay got more brazen with his public acts of groping and kissing.
After a few hours of this, there was an announcement.
"Ok ******! Time for the annual Thanksgiving touch-football game! We have a couple new additions to the ****** this year. Deontay, why don't you be the first captain and Michael can be the second?" Miranda yelled out.
Michael was elated at the opportunity.
"I can't wait to show that street trash what a man of class is capable of," he whispered to Julia.
"Send his ass back to the hood, crying. I mean, baby, this is important. Kick his fucking ass," Julia replied.
The teams were soon divided up, with uncles on each team serving as quarterbacks and safety and cousins as wide receivers and linebackers.
Michael and Deontay soon established themselves as their team's best players and were soon assigned to cover each other.
Deontay was soon getting the better of Michael on just about every play, easily outrunning him and getting open for big catches every time. Even when Michael had him covered, Deontay was able to simply leap above him and make the catch. Deontay's team soon opened to a 5-0 touchdown lead, much to Julia's disappointment and Michael's rage.
The game was clearly two-hand touch, but Michael realized he had to do something drastic to win.
After another turnover by Michael's team, Deontay's team got the ball. Deontay ran for a short 5-yard slant route and easily made the catch, running down field towards Michael. Forgoing the two-hand touch rule, Michael began lunging at Deontay with a clear intention to deliver a cheap hit.
Deontay read this motion right away and stuck his hand out, smacking Michael directly in the sternum and knocking him several feet back, causing him to wallow in pain on the ground while the black man ran for an easy touchdown.
Jessica looked at her older sister and laughed, much to Julia's rage.
"Michael! What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck back up and kick his sorry ass!" Yelled the normally-composed law student.
Michael got up after several seconds, feeling like he had just been hit by a bus but eager to prove his worth in front of Julia.
With the score 6-0 and the first-to-seven game nearly over, Michael realized it was now or never.
He called for the same play that Deontay had just scored on. After running a few yards out, he caught a short catch and saw Deontay waiting for him down the field. Rather than try to evade, he ran right towards the black man, shoulder down, ready to truck him with another cheap hit.
Deontay was having none of it. He lowered himself even lower than Michael was and caught his shoulder in Michael's chest. The white man felt like he had just run into a brick wall, all of his momentum useless and unable to bulge Deontay an inch.
Deontay then raised his body up, easily lifting Michael up over his shoulder. With the force of a strongman bringing down a hammer, Deontay violently slammed Michael onto the ground, producing a thudding noise that could be heard from the other side of the street. Michael's torso hit the ground first, breaking half the bones in his chest. His head hit the ground shortly after, rendering him instantly unconscious.
The ball came out of Michael's hands, allowing Deontay to run it back for a touchdown.
"OH MY GOD!!!" Julia screamed as she rushed onto the field to examine her out-of-cold boyfriend. "Michael! Say something! Oh God, his body is convulsing!"
Jessica, meanwhile, ran up to Deontay and threw herself up in his arms, once again wrapping her legs around his chest and kissing him passionately, clearly not able to hold in her lust any longer. She said no words as she led Deontay upstairs, the whole ****** looking on helplessly, knowing damn well what their prettiest niece was about to do to that thug.
As they got upstairs, they heard Julia's screams again, this time coming from her bedroom.
"Oh sh*t, I think Julia just found our brother," Jessica said with a giggle.
"Just wait for me in the hot tub, white bitch," Deontay replied.
Deontay walked over to Julia's room, where a few hours earlier he had moved the semi-conscious body of Julia and Jessica's brother Timothy.
"Shiet, I forgot where I put that," Deontay said smugly.
"You FUCKING ANIMAL! What the fuck are you doing in my room?!" Julia said.
"The fuck are you doing here? Don't you have a boyfriend bleeding out downstairs?" Deontay replied.
"I came to get my first aid kit to help him while we waited for the ambulance; now I see my big brother beaten to a pulp on the floor of my room?! Did you do this too!!?" the law student replied.
"He was out of line," Deontay replied. "Just like that little-dick piece of trash downstairs."
"You're a fucking beast! Why are you fucking here?! You're just a violent, sociopathic narcissist who belongs in fucking jail! I don't even know what my sister sees in you!" she replied.
"I think you know damn well what she sees in me," replied the smug black man.
"Oh, please, we all know that fucking thing in your pants is fake. No human penis is that big. You should have chosen a dildo a little more realistic; now please get out of here; I need to bandage up my boyfriend and brother and call two ambulances because of you!" she said.
"Feel it," Deontay replied. "If it's fake, I'll leave this party right now."
Still not believing him but willing to humor him to get him to leave, Julia put her hands on the outline of his cock over his sweatpants, saying, "Fine, if that's what it takes to get you out of here, get out! It feels just like a di... well, you probably got one of those special rubber ones that... feels... extra... real."
Julia looked at Deontay, who still had the same smug expression as before.
With a quick motion, she pulled down his pants to try to catch him by surprise and in the act of using a dildo.
Instead, in lowering his pants, she laid her eyes upon the most magnificent piece of man-made meat she had ever seen in her life. It was the biggest she had seen at least two or three times, long and thick enough to choke her like the girls in the erotic novels she read, strangely pretty and aesthetic, while she always found her boyfriends' white dicks ugly and awkward.
She simply stared in awe for several seconds, forgetting about her bloodied brother on the floor and her battered boyfriend outside. She remembered the rumors she had heard in undergrad about beastly black men with genitalia so large they could give women genuine orgasms like they never thought possible. She thought it was a myth; she was not staring at one.
"Can I..." she began to say.
"It ain't going to suck itself, white bitch," Deontay replied.
Julia brought her pretty mouth closer to the black man's colossus slowly, about an inch per second, contemplating what to do. Deontay got impatient, put his hand on the back of her head, and pulled her in. Her mouth instinctively formed an O shape and opened, allowing her to take the distal tip of his rod in her mouth.
A wave of warmth and euphoria ran through her body like an electric shock as she made contact with his cock for the first time. Her muscles tensed, and she felt a pleasurable wave of sexual stimulation spread from her loins to the rest of her pelvis as her pussy got wetter than she had ever felt it get before.
She opened her mouth wider, and Deontay pushed his cock in deeper. Her eyes began to water, smearing her makeup. She gagged, but her mouth was too full to bring anything out. Deontay pushed further. She felt her throat stretching; the gagging got more intense as she struggled to breathe. Her watering eyes were now causing mascara to drip down her face. Deontay's cock was barely more than half way in, and he was still pushing. She relaxed the muscles in her mouth and let the alpha male take his prize. Her mouth opened wider than she thought it could as Deontay continued to push down her throat. The gagging ceased as she accepted that Deontay was the ultimate victor and that her body would now serve as his spoils. He was the victor over her boyfriend, her brother, her entire ******, and her racist, conservative preconceived notions. She allowed her body to get even more aroused as Deontay began to pump his cock in and out of her throat as she struggled to move enough air. Her throat was his fucktoy, and she had never been more turned on. Her pussycat quivered in joy and arousal as he used her mouth as a masturbation toy.
He pulled out of her mouth and ordered her to strip, which she did without question.
Naked, with smeared makeup, messy hair, and mascara running down her face, Deontay slapped her lightly on the face.
"Who's life matters?" he asked.
"A. All lives matter," she said.
He slapped her again, lightly and playfully, but with enough force to send another shockwave of arousal throughout her body.
"Who's life matters?" He asked.
"Black Lives Matter," she replied.
He slapped again.
"Who's life matters?" he asked.
"Only black lives matter." She finally replied.
"That's a good sex toy. Your sister told me you were a racist little Trump girl. I guess not anymore." She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. While supporting all her weight with his left hand, he brought his half-hardened cock to her womanhood. It was hot, sticky, and dripping wet.
"You should wear a condom," she whispered reluctantly.
"Why the fuck would I do that?" he replied.
"I'm not on the pill," she said.
"Neither were the other two white bitches I nutted inside today," he remarked, moving the head of his cock to her vulva.
She made a tortured face as she tried to force herself to demand a condom. She couldn't do it. She wanted to feel his bare cock inside of her and mix his DNA with her own. She nodded, giving Deontay all the indication he needed that she wanted it raw.
He slid the tip of his breeding stick into the wet sheath of her cunt, causing her to orgasm instantly. Her body began to convulse.
Deontay lifted his left hand off her ass, easily supporting her entire weight with his right hand. He used that hand to spank her right ass cheek hard. It made a sound as loud as the one made when the black man slammed her boyfriend onto the ground, reverberating throughout the room. She moaned as the spank filled her body with both pleasure and pain.
He did it again with his right hand on her left cheek. She moaned even harder and had another orgasm almost immediately after the first one weaned.
Two or three slaps later, the beauty's rear was cherry-red on both cheeks and caused a burning pain when Deontay held her up by them, but this pain only added to Julia's lust and arousal.
He began moving her body upwards and out, then downwards and in along the entire length of his dick. He was keeping his dick stationary while he used her entire body as a masturbation toy, stroking as if she were a pocket pussycat.
"Damn, racist bitch. This pussycat is tight as fuck. You ain't never been fucked before, have you? I mean with a real cock," he said. She was too ***** to answer, merely shaking and continuing to moan, though her moans had gotten louder to the point that she was nearly screaming in pleasure.
Jessica was downstairs with the party. She could hear Julia's moans of ecstasy, as could the rest of the ******. Her female cousins listened in envy and lust, hoping they could get a taste of what Julia was being served. Her male cousins mostly just tried to hide their boners and tried discretely to relieve themselves. Her father and uncles just looked defeated. Deontay had established himself as the de facto master of the house, and they knew that challenging him would just end with them broken and battered like Michael and Timothy. Jessica's father, Jeremy, was so thoroughly emasculated that he didn't even consider the possibility of standing up to Deontay and ordering him to leave his property.
Deontay lifted Julia off his dick and threw her onto the bed face-down, giving one last slap to her bruised red booty.
He put his hands on her wrists and laid on top of her while she arched her back slightly. He felt her warm, soft, tender skin on his, and she felt his tall, hardened, muscular body pushing down on hers and keeping her in position like an obedient servant girl. His strength, dominance, and masculinity were unlike anything she had experienced before, as he effortlessly mounted to breed. She understood why her brother and boyfriend stood no chance against this man. He was on a different level all together, superior both physically and sexually, to the point that she could never imagine sharing her body with a white man again.
He began thrusting his cock with full strokes along the entire eleven inches of his dick, each thrust ending with a violent slap of his thighs against her butt cheeks. The pain was intense, as was the pleasure for Julia. Her orgasms were near-constant as his cock effortlessly glided in and out of her tight, wet cunt. Her pussycat's warm, wet embrace brought Deontay endless surges of pleasure as he approached orgasm.
Julia's screams had faded to loud, hyperventilating moans as her pussy stretched to fit Deontay's manhood. He continued to pound away at her pretty little cunt as his euphoria grew to the point where he knew that he was going to orgasm.
"I'm going to mark my territory now, breeding bitch. I want you to repeat 'Black Lives Matter' until I'm done with you."
"Black Lives Matter," the now-obedient slut moaned through her orgasm. "Black lives matter."
Deontay's tempo increased, pounding faster and slamming harder into her ass when his cock reached full insertion.
"Black Lives Matter," she continued to moan, in an even higher pitch. It was getting harder to produce intelligible words as her pleasure continued to increase.
Deontay pulled back nearly a foot until only the tip of his dick was through her vulva, then thrust forward with all the intensity he could muster. The act was enough to bring him to orgasm, with explosions of cum jetting into the deepest regions of her pussycat and cervix.
"Black lives matter," she squealed in a high-pitched, screaming voice that was her loudest orgasm yet. She felt the firehouse of jizz erupting in her belly as Deontay pinned her down and kept pumping as his balls emptied their essence inside of her unprotected womanhood. After a few initial shots of jizz were sprayed into her pussycat, the black man withdrew his cock and began stroking the second half of his cum shot onto her face, which was already covered in runny mascara, tears, and smeared makeup.
Jessica and the rest of the party heard the loudest orgasm yet all the way downstairs.
Jessica went over to the deck on the side of the house, where Mary started up the hot tub not long before. She checked the temperature, and it was perfect. She turned on all of the lights, which shone so brightly that everyone in the neighborhood could see what was happening in the tub.
Mary met Jessica in the main dining room of the party, where most of the guests were gathered and had been listening to the animalistic sex between Deontay and Julia from downstairs.
She stood up on the table in the middle of the room and called attention to the party.
"Hi everyone! It's so nice to see my ****** on this wonderful holiday! I know that everyone has been getting great entertainment this year."She yelled, bringing all eyes to her.
She pulled the top of her dress over her shoulders and slid the bottom portion of her outfit down to her ankles. Under her dress was an impossibly tiny black bikini that barely covered her nipples on top and a g-string on the bottom that read "BBC ONLY" on the crotch.
Every man in the room's jaw dropped.
"So let's keep this party going! Party in the hot tub, everyone! You must be this hot to enter!" the bubbly blonde proclaimed, skipping to the hot tub as all eyes in the house followed her.
Mary stripped down to her underwear next, then ran and followed Jessica into the hot tub.
A few seconds later, Deontay emerged from Julia's room and walked down the stairs himself.
Deontay was completely naked, his glistening, sweaty, muscular body and eleven-inch cock still leaking drips of cum on display for all the party to see. It inspired a wave of lust in every woman in the house. Deontay was holding a leash, and attached to that leash was a collar on Julia's neck. Julia was completely naked, save for a pair of black stilettos. She was crawling on her hands and knees, following Deontay as he walked down the stairs. There was fresh cum dripping from her cunt and a large quantity of jizz caked onto her face, along with her fucked-up makeup. As Julia got down the stairs and turned her back to the majority of the ****** members, they could see the gratuitous red marks on each booty cheek and the thick jizz leaking out of her honeypot.
Deontay said absolutely nothing as he walked past the ****** members, and no one dared call him out on anything. He simply walked his bitch over to the hot tub and got in along with Jessica, Mary, and Julia.
He sat on the highest seat in the hot tub, his thighs barely covered by the hot water.
Jessica sat to his left and Mary to his right, and they both began kissing his body at the same time. Julia simply sat at the other end of the tub and began shaking her reddened booty for his viewing pleasure.
Deontay's cock got hard fairly quickly as he took each hand and gripped Jessica and Mary's asses simultaneously while exchanging passionate kisses with each. His dick stood fully upright, popping nearly a foot out of the water like a sea monster.
Mary moved on top of Deontay's dick and slid his cock into her pussycat reverse cowgirl style, then began twerking on his dick. Julia and Jessica three-way kissed him while he enjoyed the ride from Mary before they were interrupted.
"Ummm, excuse me?" a soft, sweet voice called out.
Jessica looked up. It was her cousin Lucille, a 27-year-old beauty who was married to the son of a powerful investment banker. She had stripped down to just a red thong and matching bra.
"May I join you?" she asked.
"Lucille, no!" a voice rang out. Probably that loser banker's son she was dating, Jessica thought.
"You going to fucking take her from me, little dick?" Deontay barked back, daring him to reply. There was no reply. Lucille just giggled, put her arms behind her back, and swayed left to right, making her double-D's jiggle.
Deontay eyed her up and down.
"You look aight, I guess; hop in." He replied.
One after another, Jessica's most beautiful female ****** members graciously approached the hot tub, begging for a chance to please Deontay, until the tub was nearly overflowing with about a dozen babes and Deontay, and all the sexiest ladies in the ****** were fighting over who was going to ride his cock next. The only notable holdout was Jessica's mother, Miranda, who was still trying to console her father, Jeremy.
Deontay spent several hours in that hot tub, simply sitting back with his smug facial expression, drinking the finest liquor that his sluts could grab from the cabinet, and having some of the hottest and richest girls in New York fight over his cock.
"You think that I feel the best, right? You can come inside it if you want."
"Deontay, please knock me up next!"
"You haven't cum inside me yet, Deontay; don't you like me?"
"If you think my tits look good now, imagine how good they'll look feeding your son!"
"Stop hogging it, Jessica; I haven't gotten to ride it in hours!"
"I have the biggest trust fund here; why don't I take us shopping?"
These phrases, along with the names and faces of the rich beauties, all seemed to blend together as he sipped his liquor and ejaculated over and over again.
The girls wore themselves out before Deontay did, most of them tapping out from sheer exhaustion and pleasure overload before midnight. Each girl went to sleep in Jessica's bed after they had tired out, and by the time the last girl tapped out around 2 a.m., there were about a dozen naked beauties, each freshly inseminated, waiting for Deontay in Jessica's king-sized bed. He went upstairs after the last bitch went to sleep and slept with four sluts to the left of him, three to the right, two on top acting as his blanket, and two at the head of the bed curled up like dogs. He was disappointed that none of them had made it late enough to ensure that he went to sleep, getting his dick pleasured. Selfish rich bitches, he thought.
Just as he was settled in and ready to go to sleep, the door cracked open. It was Jessica's MILF Miranda. She was 38 but had a body most 18-year-olds would be jealous of. A flat belly, wide hips with a sexy, juicy ass, thighs the size of coconuts, and a mature but radiant face with dark red hair. She was naked.
"I, uhh... well..." She couldn't get her words out as she looked at the floor, the light from the hallway shining through on her magnificent naked flesh.
"Damn, Mommy, it took you long enough! Now get in this bed and nurse this boy to sleep!" Deontay said.
With a happy giggle and a spring in her step, she skipped over to the bed, snuggled up to Deontay, and put her breast in his mouth. With both hands, she began to stroke his cock as he drifted off to sleep.
Jessica was about 5"6', 110 pounds, with bright blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, pale skin, and a toned, athletic body that befit her status as a star volleyball player. Her legs were long and toned, with thick, muscular thighs. Her ass was absolutely massive in size, perfectly heart-shaped, and looked stunning in proportion to her toned, flat belly. From the tummy down, she easily could have passed for a fitness model that had millions of Instagram followers and specialized in booty pics. From the neck up, she looked like the favorite ******** of a wealthy old-money ****** or a princess from a fairy tale. Bridging these two was her rack, consisting of two absolutely glorious 34G cup breasts, perfectly symmetrical and gravity-defying in their firmness, plumpness, and ability to stay upright.
It was the day before Thanksgiving. Jessica had arrived at her ******'s mansion several days earlier and was reconnecting with old friends and waiting for her new boyfriend to arrive. Thanksgiving was a big deal for the Wellingtons. It was one of the few times a year that Jessica's entire extended ****** got together, and they generally celebrated the holiday with two consecutive days of food, play, and leisure. Jessica's surgery resident older brother Timothy, as well as Timothy's fiancee Mary, had arrived the night before. Jessica's older sister, Julia, a law student at Yale, was set to arrive the next morning. Her father, Jeremy, was a board member at several hedge funds in New York City and had gotten the entire week off to spend with his ******, including his 38-year-old trophy wife Miranda, who was Jessica's mother.
The entire ****** was enjoying wine, board games, and light music in the mansion's parlor as they awaited the arrival of Jessica's new boyfriend, Deontay, whom they had heard very little about.
"I must say, Deontay is over three hours late at this point, sweety. Do you think everything is all right?" asked Miranda.
"It's fine, mommy; Deontay just does things at his own pace!" Jessica replied.
"It's just damn disrespectful to show up this late when someone's invited you over for something important. You don't deserve to be treated like a doormat, little sister," said Jessica's protective older brother Timothy.
"I don't mind; he's worth waiting for!" Jessica replied.
Just then, a doorbell rang, followed by some loud, aggressive knocks.
"I think that's him!" yelled Jessica.
She took off the oversized hoodie and sweatpants she had been wearing and ran to the door, followed closely by her curious ******. She got on a pair of high heels just before answering.
Under the baggy sweats, Jessica was wearing a skin-tight pink dress that was so short it barely covered her massive ass cheeks, sleeveless with spaghetti straps, and a bust that barely contained the two bouncy mounds of flesh on her chest.
She answered the door before her conservative father or brother could comment on the uncharacteristically revealing outfit she was wearing.
At the door was a tall, imposing black man wearing grey sweatpants, a white jacket over a black tank top, a gold ankh necklace around his neck, and Jordan sneakers. There were several tattoos visible on his chest, neck, and hands. He had a strong physique, with muscles bulging through his clothes in the arms, shoulders, and chest.
"Daddy!" Jessica screamed as she jumped into the black man's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, which made her dress slightly come up over her, flashing part of her cheeks to her ****** and giving them a glimpse of her pants—a tiny black thong.
Her father, Jeremy, and brother, Timothy, were frozen in shock for several seconds as the black man cupped Jessica's butt cheeks. with each hand and pulled her closer to him while the two lovers kissed several times.
"Ahem..." Jeremy finally managed to muster.
Jessica dismounted herself from the black man's embrace.
"Oh, sorry, ***. Everyone, this is Deontay! My new boyfriend from the city," Jessica said.
Jessica's mother, Miranda, simply stood with her jaw to the ground, admiring Deontay's physique, confidence, good looks, strength, and vigor. Timothy's fiancee Mary was simply fixated on the clearly visible outline of Deontay's cock through his grey sweatpants, which hung down halfway to his knees.
"De... Deontay Hi there, you can call me Mr. Wellington. Nice to, uh, meet you." Jeremy said this with his hand out, looking for a handshake.
"Ight." Deontay said, walking right past him. "And who is this fine-ass shawty all the way out here in the sticks?" he said, turning his eyes on Mary.
"That would be my fiancee, Mary. Timothy Wellington is Jessica's brother. Nice to meet you." Timothy said this as Mary giggled like a flustered schoolgirl.
"Ok, yah, sure," said Deontay, ignoring Timothy's outstretched hand and turning his eyes towards Miranda.
"Damn, I think I saw you in some rap videos back in the day. Who might you be, baby girl?" Deontay said, looking at Jessica's mother.
"Hi there! I'm Miranda! Jessica's mom! Get in here, you!" Miranda said, leaning in to give Deontay a long hug and feeling his large, solid muscles press against her body. She felt his cock brush up against her thigh several inches below where his groin was, causing her to get extremely aroused to the point that she could feel her pants begin to moisten.
"Uh, yah... Well, Deontay, I'm glad you could *finally* make it. Please do join us in the parlor; we have some board games and-" Jeremy began speaking before being interrupted.
"Nah, fuck that shit. I have been on that dank ass bus all day. I need to stretch my legs. Jess, why don't you show me up to your room? The rest of you can bring my sh*t up to the room later." Deontay said it firmly.
"Tee-hee-hee, ok!!" Jessica said, wrapping herself so tightly around the black man's body that he had to break her embrace to free up his arm. He subsequently grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter with his right hand and held Jessica's ass with his left as she guided him up to her room on the second floor of the mansion.
Timothy and Jeremy were too stunned to object or say any words of protest as the couple left all of Jeremy's luggage by the door to go upstairs and start fucking like wild animals.
Deontay and Jessica barely made it up the stairs before the two were absolutely going at each other, kissing, rubbing, grabbing, and stripping each other. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Deontay began passionately kissing the blonde bombshell as she kissed back and put her hands on his strong shoulders, while he lifted the bottom of her dress over her massive ass cheeks, cupped his hand, and spanked her ass so loudly that every member of her ****** had undoubtedly heard it from the lower floor. The spank caused Jessica to moan loudly. She then began taking off Deontay's jacket as the two made their way down the hall, throwing it to the floor to reveal Deontay's massive tattooed arms and broad shoulders. The black man then picked up his girlfriend's newlywed style, supporting her weight with his left hand and sliding her pants off with his right, throwing the white thong to the ground in the hallway in front of the door to Timothy's room as he kept carrying Jessica to the next door, dropping his sweatpants to his ankles and stepping out of them before finally entering the door to Jessica's bedroom. He threw his girl onto the bed and locked the door, the couple leading a trail of hormones and clothes to what would be their fuck sanctuary for the next several hours.
Deontay gripped the bottom of Jessica's dress and pulled it up over her head in one motion, revealing Jessica's completely nude body in all its glory. He took a moment to admire her perfectly balanced, firm, and round breasts and her pink quarter-sized nipples, getting his cock more excited.
Jessica moved like a predator ambushing its prey as she leaped to Deontay's boxers and pulled them down, revealing the object of her lust: Deontay's eleven-inch, smooth, girthy cock that was the color of dark chocolate. She stuck her mouth on his glans immediately, struggling to take the entire width of his rod as he pushed it deeper into her mouth, producing a loud choking and slurping sound. The blonde arched her back and began to shake her booty cheeks as Deontay gripped the back of her head with his left hand. He then bent down, Jessica's mouth still around his cock, and began spanking her ass cheeks with his right hand. The sound of her ass being spanked turned both of them on as Jessica made her way deeper on Deontay's meat stick, deepthroating to the point where she could fit the first nine inches of his cock down her throat. He kept throatfucking her, causing her eyes to water and her mascara to run down her face, while she began fingering her pussycat with her right hand, a thick glob of lubricant sticking to her hand and creating a webbing between her fingers.
Deontay could smell the dripping pussydrool coming from Jessica's babymaker and got even more turned on. He hadn't had sex with her perfect body in days; he didn't want to waste another moment on her mouth.
Gripping her hair with his hand, he kept her head stable as he slowly retracted his colossus from the beauty's mouth.
"Bend over," he said.
The bombshell did so without question, putting her knees on the soft, expensive, silky sheets of her enormous king-sized bed and bending over to the point that her face was on the ground, arching her back nearly 90 degrees, and pointing her pristine pussycat at Deontay. Her massive ass cheeks, perfect fucking position, and tiny waist made her honey irresistible to the black man, who put his hands on the athlete's perfectly toned glutes and brought his cock to her wetness. He pushed in slowly, her tight and copiously lubricated pussy easily accepting the enormous piece of meat as he slid in inch by inch. Her warm, moist pussy felt like heaven to Deontay as he pushed deeper and deeper until his balls ran into her ass cheeks.
"OHHH FUuuUUUuCCkk YaAAAAAaaahHHH dAAAAAADDDDYYYYY!!" Jessica screamed at the top of her lungs. Just the act of inserting his cock was enough to make her have a screaming orgasm.
Deontay put his hands on the blonde's hips and began moving her forward and backwards on his cock, with each thrust slamming her ass back to his thighs to produce a mesmerizing wave of jiggle in the teen's premium ass cheeks.
Downstairs in the parlor, the rest of the ****** was trying to ignore what was happening upstairs with more music and board games. However, Jessica's room was just above the parlor, and the thick stone walls of the mansion did little to mask the screaming, spanking, slurping, sucking, and fucking noises that began to emanate from Jessica's room and continued to be heard for hours and hours after that.
Not only could they hear Jessica's orgasmic wails, they were also treated to sounds of Deontay screaming things like, "Yah, you like that, you little fucking whore!" and "Take all that dick, fucking white bitch!".
Jeremy was absolutely horrified by the noises and tried to ignore them as best he could by turning up the music, though every carnal act occurring above them remained blatantly audible no matter how high the volume was.
Timothy was both furious and aroused at what was occurring. He always felt a paternal protectiveness over Jessica, and it crushed him to hear her being treated like a common fuck toy for a street thug upstairs. To his embarrassment, his sister's sex sounds and the degrading acts that Deontay was subjecting her to actually turned him on immensely, and he was forced to spend the rest of the night with a massive erection.
Miranda and Mary were both extremely aroused and had to use immense effort to hide their excitement, keeping their legs closed to prevent their men from smelling their wetness. They viewed Deontay as a primal beast of pure power and sexual energy and were incredibly envious that Jessica got to experience what she was experiencing, while they would have to retire for the night and deal with their flabby, passive men and their tiny cocks.
Over an hour after they had started fucking, Deontay was finally ready to cum for the first time while he was sitting in a chair in their bedroom, and Jessica was on top of him, riding his brains out.
His muscles tensed as he gripped her ass with even more force and began supplementing her riding with his own upper body strength, lifting her even higher and slamming her down faster on his magnum rod as she continued to scream in ecstasy.
"Get ready for this load, bitch!" he yelled as Jessica picked up her pace and rode even more quickly and vigorously.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohh FUUUCCKKK!!!!!" Deontay yelled as his cock erupted inside her fertile pussy.
Jessica felt his hot, sticky load jetting into her guts, causing her to orgasm with even more intensity and scream in an even louder, higher-pitched voice. "YESSSSsss baby cum inside mY PUSSSYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"
Deontay emptied his balls into the blonde's fuckhole for over a minute as ropes continued to erupt from his powerful rod. When he had no sperm left to ejaculate in that particular load, he picked the blonde up and threw her onto the bed, then hopped in bed himself.
Cum profusely dripping from her pussy onto her expensive silk sheets, Jessica took her right hand and began to massage Deontay's balls while she put her mouth on the head of his cock and began moving her tongue all over it, exciting his dick enough to begin hardening for round 2. It only took Deontay a few minutes before his cock was already fully hard again and ready to fuck Jessica again and again and again that night.
Timothy's room was right next to Jessica's, and after the ****** retired for the night, he was forced to listen to his little sister being treated like a fuck toy for hours and hours well into the night. When he attempted to initiate a sexual encounter with his beautiful fiance Mary, he ejaculated before she could even get her pants off and had no stamina to attempt round two for the rest of the night, prompting embarrassment for him and frustration and resentment from Mary.
Jeremy was similarly unable to perform that night. His trophy wife Miranda was so aroused by the sounds of Deontay fucking that she made the rare attempt to initiate a sexual act with Jeremy, but even her stunningly beautiful figure and a masterful lap dance couldn't get the emasculated father's penis hard.
Jessica woke up glowing around 10 a.m., five or so hours after she and Deontay finally went to sleep. After waking Deontay up with a quick blowjob, she made her way downstairs with a skip in her step to join the rest of her ****** for pre-Thanksgiving brunch.
As opposed to the radiant Jessica, Miranda and Mary looked bored and resentful, while Jeremy looked small and defeated, and Timothy looked angry and tremulous.
"What's wrong with everybody?" asked Jessica.
"Nothing baby. Just have some eggs and mimosas." Jessica's mother, Miranda, said. "Say, where's that friend of yours?"
"Oh, Deontay sleeps really late sometimes. I woke him up a little bit, but I don't think he's going to be down here for a little while." Jessica replied.
"Perfect," Timothy said, standing up and walking away from the table without a word.
"Hey, where did Timmy go?" Jessica asked.
"I don't think he slept well; maybe he's going back to sleep too." Mary said.
Mary was a nursing assistant and Instagram model who met Timothy when he was an intern at her hospital. Born in poverty with nothing but her sultry good looks, she saw the future orthopedic surgeon Timothy as her way out of poverty without flirting with losers on Onlyfans, posting ass pictures, or being called an e-girl every day of her life. She was about 5"1' with a pretty round face, black hair, plump lips, giant boobs about the size of Jessica's but in a smaller body, a small waist, and wide, healthy hips with juicy thighs and a dumptruck ass. She was often compared to the Kardashians, especially Kylie.
The ****** ate their brunch in pieces for a few minutes before they heard some yelling upstairs.
"Maybe I should check that out!" Jessica said, as it sounded like the yelling was coming from her room.
"No, please," Mary interjected. "I think that's Timothy; let me check."
Mary walked up the stairs and found that the yells were indeed coming from Jessica's room. The door was closed, but it sounded like Timothy was being roughed up by Deontay.
"You think you can get away with calling me that, you fucking piece of trash?!!" a voice that sounded like Deontay's.
"No, please, sir, I'm sorry! I didn't mean—" said a voice that sounded like Timothy.
Mary sat down in front of the door and touched herself. The pussycat was sopping wet, more so than she had felt it in years. She was incredibly turned on by the prospect of her fiance getting the shit kicked out of him by Deontay.
"Damn fucking right, you're going to be sorry, white boy!" Deontay's voice said.
"No, Deontay, please, don't!!" Timothy's voice replied.
*BANG!*
*THUD!*
*POW!*
*WHACK!*
Mary had her first genuine orgasm in years, touching herself to the sound of her man getting absolutely thrashed by the primal beast that was Deontay. After a few minutes, the pleas to stop faded away, but the beating sounds lingered for several more minutes. Then silence.
A few minutes later, Mary strutted into Jessica's room wearing the sexiest lingerie she had packed for the week. Black high heels, black fishnet stockings, lacy black crotchless pants, black gloves, and a black bra from Victoria's secret.
Deontay was on the bed, completely unscathed, except for some blood on his knuckles and tank top. Her fiance's battered, bloody body was lying next to the bed on the ground.
"I need you inside of me," Mary whispered bluntly upon seeing the massacre.
Deontay smirked, then picked Mary up and brought her to Timothy's bed next door. He shut the door behind them, and the black-haired beauty got to work sucking his cock. It was huge—at least three times as long as Timothy's—and so thick she could barely fit it all in her mouth. It was beautiful to look at—deep chocolate-brown, perfectly straight, with a few veins that give it texture. It was even more fun to suck than to look at, and feeling it slowly harden and enlarge in her mouth as she gagged and slurped made her more aroused than she had even been in bed with her fiance.
Adding to the arousal was the sheer danger of hooking up with Deontay. Mary grew up in poverty and craved nothing more than a way out. She bounced from rich white boy to rich white boy in the hopes that she'd finally find a guy like Timothy who would allow her to marry into the upper crust of society. Now she was cheating on this "man" with the dude who just beat him unconscious. Even so, the prospect of Timothy finding out wasn't what inspired the sense of danger. It was Jessica she was terrified of. Timothy was always easy enough to manipulate, but his beloved little sister always treated her like dirt for her humble upbringing, often disrespecting her face and commenting on her cheap clothes, makeup, and perfume. The idea of Jessica finding out that she was fucking her man was absolutely terrifying and titillating. Mary had no doubt that the blonde would ruin her life if she found out.
But pleasing Deontay's magnificent cock was more of a priority in that moment than maintaining her relationship with the future millionaire, and she continued to greedily suck his dick until she could feel the behemoth fully erect down her throat.
Deontay reached down to the wetness between her legs and gripped the increasingly moist pants with his right hand, then ripped them clean off her body like they were made of tissue paper. The big-booty babe knew what he wanted. She hopped on the bed, got on her hands and knees, and lowered her face to the ground, presenting her bare ass and pussycat to the alpha male.
Just then, the door opened. It was Jessica.
Mary looked terrified, positive that she had just messed up her standing in the ****** and ruined her future as a pampered trophy wife.
"Hey Mary, can you clean your loser's blood off of my carpet before the ****** gets here? It's going to gross me out if I have to look at it all day. You can wait until after this, of course," she said, closing the door behind her and stripping completely naked. The blonde embraced Deontay's body, stroking his hard cock with both her little hands as he gripped her oversized rump with one hand and Mary's with the other.
"I always wondered who had the nicer ass, me or you," Jessica said. "I guess we'll know based on where Deontay decides to cum first."
Jessica then grabbed Mary's face forcefully and brought it to hers, then kissed her erotically for about twenty seconds. She then moved next to Mary, bending over and wiggling her phat ass in front of the virile black man. Mary just stood there, confused at what was happening.
"It looks like the help doesn't know how threesomes work. It's whatever; she's a gold-digging whore who's spent her life fucking for business rather than pleasure. She's probably never had a real man, just a bunch of rich white baby dicks. Listen up, my brother's future first wife, Deontay, has a lot of pent-up sexual energy, and it's a multiple-woman job to handle him. So be my fuck assistant for the day, ok? Put that hot body to good use for once." Jessica said.
Jessica's words cut Mary like a knife. They were cruel, but accurate. This was the first time in her life that sex was going to be about desire and lust, not where her next meal was going to come from.
"Uhhh... ok, Jessica, just please don't." Mary began.
"It's Miss Wellington." Jessica interrupted. "Now do your maid duties and shake your ass for my man so he can use you like the flesh toy you are."
Strangely, the idea of being used as a sex toy excited Mary even further. She bent over and presented her juicy, round ass to Deontay, which contrasted with Jessica's athletic, heart-shaped ass. Jessica grabbed her face again and began kissing her as the two wiggled their booties in front of Deontay, as the black man put hands on each and contemplated which he wanted to start with.
Timothy awoke about an hour later to the sound of both his sister and his fiance screaming in orgasmic bliss from next door. Having been thoroughly emasculated, Timothy no longer felt shame or rage about the fact that a black man was using the two women he loved the most as human toys, just pure arousal. He wasn't going to try to fight Deontay; he knew it would end the same exact way, except this time, probably with a brain bleed. He started touching himself. Looking around the room, he saw a hamper of dirty laundry that Jessica had brought home from college and grabbed several used thongs and articles of sexy lingerie from the bag. He began sniffing those as he played with his tiny cock.
After a moment of contemplation, he snuck into Jessica's closet, moved some stuff around, and was elated to see a hole in the closet door. It was still there when he and Jessica were kids and used to climb through the holes and sneak into each other's rooms to play. He crawled through the hole, through some empty foundation space in the house, and into a hole in the closet in his own room, where he hid himself. From the closet, he watched the threesome between his sister, his fiance, and the black thug that had just beat his body to a pulp. In addition to the dirty pants from Jessica's hamper, I found some of Mary's dirty undies in the closet. He began furiously sniffing the dirty underwear while he stroked his tiny, three-inch weenie while hiding in the closet in his room.
Mary was bouncing on top of Deontay's massive cock while Jessica was bent over, ass facing the closet, gripping her thick cheeks with both hands and yelling at Deontay to cum inside her one more time. Timothy could see cum dripping from his sister's vagina and anus, with more jizz sprayed on her booty cheeks, feet, and face. He wondered how many times this beast came inside his poor sister while he was unconscious.
"Aww, FUCKKKKKkk!" Deontay yelled as he squirted one more load into Mary's cunt, prompting her to begin kissing him while still riding his dick. He had ejaculated so much that semen was dripping down her pussy while she was still on top, riding the still-inside BBC.
Then Deontay lay in bed, a cum-caked beauty on either side of him, taking turns kissing each other while the other sucked his cock.
Just as it appeared they were going to go for yet another round, an alarm went off on Jessica's phone.
"Fuck! It's already 2. My ******'s going to be here in an hour. Ugh, we have to finish this later, I guess. Go get ready, Mary. Thanksgiving is a big deal to us. Oh, and wake that loser up or take him to the hospital or something.
Hearing his beloved sister refer to him as a loser was like another knife stabbed through Timothy's heart, but it made him so aroused that he blew his load almost instantly, moaning a bit while doing so.
"What the fuck was that?" Deontay said.
The black man walked to the closet to investigate and found Timothy naked, covered in dirty pants, and sitting in a puddle of his own jizz.
Jessica and Mary arrive shortly after, and their jaws drop in shock.
"Oh, my..." Mary began to say. She felt a sign of relief in addition to disgust, realizing that her cheating was a turn-on for him and that he was unlikely to leave her.
"Send him to the fucking ICU, daddy!" Jessica said, upon seeing the cumstains on her own pants.
The two snowbunnies made their way back to Jessica's room to get ready, as several minutes of pounding, thudding, and beating could be heard from the distance.
Deontay arrived several minutes later, dripping in Timothy's blood and his glistening sweat and the beauties' pussy juices. He gestured to the girls to get in the shower with him so he could bust one last nut before the party began, leaving the two bitches to get ready after.
Timothy was next door, still barely conscious. Deontay was careful not to hit him in the face, leaving him awake for the entire beatdown. Deontay had shattered nearly every rib in his body, making it agonizing to breathe, let alone yell for help.
After the shower, Jessica and Mary did their hair and makeup and got dressed. Per Jessica's request, Deontay moved Timothy's barely-conscious body to the middle child Julia's room down the hall, as the youngest sibling was sick of being near her perverted, weak big brother.
Jessica ordered Mary to get the outdoor hot tub on the first floor ready while she mingled downstairs with her extended ******.
By the time Jessica was finished getting ready, most of her extended ****** had arrived. All eyes immediately turned on her as she walked downstairs in an incredibly revealing two-piece designer pink dress that was little more than a bra and a few inches of fabric on top, leaving her massive milk jugs out to see with her cleavage fully visible and her nipples barely covered. The bottom was essentially a sparkling mini skirt so tight that it clung to the skin like spandex. Her shapely, toned rear was barely covered by the impossibly short skirt. She was wearing pink stiletto heels that were equal parts slutty and classy.
Her male cousins were immediately smitten with shameful feelings of lust as they gazed upon her incredible figure, most of them unable to avert their eyes from staring at her rear and breasts. She made sure to give each of them extra long hugs, make lots of physical contact while mingling, and compliment them on how good they each looked. Her uncles were no less smitten, though they were also filled with feelings of paternal protectiveness and concern that she was now dressing like that. She gave them all the same affectionate treatment. She noticed that most of her male ****** members had snuck a feel of her butt or sideboob while hugging her or holding her by her side. She felt a little bit dirty being touched by a bunch of creepy male ****** members, but she wanted to make sure that all eyes were on her when Deontay got downstairs. Her sister, girl cousins, male cousins' wives and girlfriends, and even some aunts were nearly as attractive as she was, so she had to be extra friendly to keep the focus on her.
Deontay came down the stairs shortly after Jessica had finished mingling. In contrast to Jessica's rich, well-groomed, and sharply dressed ****** members, Deontay was wearing the same type of outfit he was when he arrived. White sweatpants that clearly showed his dick's outline, a grey tank top, a gold chain around his neck with a pendant in the shape of Africa, Kanye Adidas, and a durag.
"Daddy!" Jessica yelled as he came down, jumping into his arms. Deontay then put his hand on Jessica's ass and began making out with her in the middle of the party as her entire extended ****** stared in awkward silence. After several seconds of passionate kissing, Deontay put his other hand on Jessica's booty and began squeezing so hard that you could see bits of her rump squishing through the gaps between his fingers. After several more seconds, the ****** tried to pretend not to notice and began trying to avert their eyes as Deontay began spanking Jessica's ass cheeks with his left hand and slid his right hand under her dress while still making out with her. He began rubbing her pussycat for about ten more seconds as the whole party tried desperately not to stare at the alpha male having his way with their ******'s most beautiful ********. Finally, someone got the balls to interrupt them.
"I think that's quite enough of that," one voice called out.
"Who the fuck are you?" Deontay replied.
Jessica's sister Julia was there, along with her boyfriend Michael. Julia was a tall, slim redhead with fiery, bright red hair, pale porcelain skin, long legs, and an impossibly thin but womanly figure reminiscent of Victoria's Secret Angel. Her face was no less stunning, round and symmetrical, with stunning icy-blue eyes the same color as Jessica's. She was a law student at Yale, with her boyfriend Michael being one of the youngest law professors at the school. He was about six feet tall with an athletic body and a strong jawline. Like everyone else at the party besides Deontay, he was white.
"My name is Michael Sanford. Please be more respectful to my beautiful lady's sister. You're not treating her in a way that's befitting someone who's close to someone I care about," she replied.
Julia pulled Jessica aside while the two boyfriends traded jabs.
"Jessica, you can't be fucking serious with that guy! He's a fucking thug! If you want to piss *** off, there are better ways to Julia began.
"Jules, relax! Deontay is the best guy I could hope for! He's so big and strong. Actually big and strong, not like, well, you know." Jessica replied.
"He's acting totally inappropriate! Surely you can find someone more civilized at an Ivy League school." Julia replied.
"Ugh, here you go with that racist College Republicans shit. First of all, Deontay doesn't go to Columbia; he's a local in the city. Second, he's ten times the man any of those little-dicked rich white boys ever could be." Jessica said.
"Uh, huh, listen, Jessica, you need to get rid of that thug and find someone who's of your caliber! And for the record, Michael was the captain of Harvard's rowing team in college. He would destroy that thug in any actual physical confrontation, because intelligent, successful men like him will always be superior in every way to common street trash like that guy. You just need to go meet those types of people! And keeping that thug around isn't going to help. You need to dump him right now; Michael's best friend has a little brother at Columbia; maybe we can set you up." Julia replied.
"I'm not interested in some babydicked trust fund loser. I like not faking orgasms. Thank you very much." Jessica replied.
"Ugh! You know, you are just too stubborn! You'll see later, when we have the football match. Michael will show Deontay what a proper man can do on the field," Julia said as Jessica finally walked away, bringing Deontay along with her.
Deontay and Michael had traded several insults and vague threats at each other while Jessica and Julia were conversing, and Jessica dragging Deontay away was the only thing that stopped a full-on fist fight from happening.
Deontay and Jessica went around the party, continuing their gratuitous public displays of affection as Deontay continuously grabbed her tits, spanked her ass, reached under her dress, and put his hand on his sweatpants over his cock.
Her cousins were becoming shameless in their staring, shooting gazes of lust and jealousy, frequently going to "relieve themselves" in the bathroom as Deontay kept on the show. No one dared challenge him; they all knew he would rip them in half. Her uncles were a bit more uncomfortable, clearly turned on by the black man's beastly behavior and the beauty's lust in return, but also ashamed of their arousal. Jessica had some good laughs trying to watch her uncles hide their little boners and try not to be kept staring as Deontay got more brazen with his public acts of groping and kissing.
After a few hours of this, there was an announcement.
"Ok ******! Time for the annual Thanksgiving touch-football game! We have a couple new additions to the ****** this year. Deontay, why don't you be the first captain and Michael can be the second?" Miranda yelled out.
Michael was elated at the opportunity.
"I can't wait to show that street trash what a man of class is capable of," he whispered to Julia.
"Send his ass back to the hood, crying. I mean, baby, this is important. Kick his fucking ass," Julia replied.
The teams were soon divided up, with uncles on each team serving as quarterbacks and safety and cousins as wide receivers and linebackers.
Michael and Deontay soon established themselves as their team's best players and were soon assigned to cover each other.
Deontay was soon getting the better of Michael on just about every play, easily outrunning him and getting open for big catches every time. Even when Michael had him covered, Deontay was able to simply leap above him and make the catch. Deontay's team soon opened to a 5-0 touchdown lead, much to Julia's disappointment and Michael's rage.
The game was clearly two-hand touch, but Michael realized he had to do something drastic to win.
After another turnover by Michael's team, Deontay's team got the ball. Deontay ran for a short 5-yard slant route and easily made the catch, running down field towards Michael. Forgoing the two-hand touch rule, Michael began lunging at Deontay with a clear intention to deliver a cheap hit.
Deontay read this motion right away and stuck his hand out, smacking Michael directly in the sternum and knocking him several feet back, causing him to wallow in pain on the ground while the black man ran for an easy touchdown.
Jessica looked at her older sister and laughed, much to Julia's rage.
"Michael! What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck back up and kick his sorry ass!" Yelled the normally-composed law student.
Michael got up after several seconds, feeling like he had just been hit by a bus but eager to prove his worth in front of Julia.
With the score 6-0 and the first-to-seven game nearly over, Michael realized it was now or never.
He called for the same play that Deontay had just scored on. After running a few yards out, he caught a short catch and saw Deontay waiting for him down the field. Rather than try to evade, he ran right towards the black man, shoulder down, ready to truck him with another cheap hit.
Deontay was having none of it. He lowered himself even lower than Michael was and caught his shoulder in Michael's chest. The white man felt like he had just run into a brick wall, all of his momentum useless and unable to bulge Deontay an inch.
Deontay then raised his body up, easily lifting Michael up over his shoulder. With the force of a strongman bringing down a hammer, Deontay violently slammed Michael onto the ground, producing a thudding noise that could be heard from the other side of the street. Michael's torso hit the ground first, breaking half the bones in his chest. His head hit the ground shortly after, rendering him instantly unconscious.
The ball came out of Michael's hands, allowing Deontay to run it back for a touchdown.
"OH MY GOD!!!" Julia screamed as she rushed onto the field to examine her out-of-cold boyfriend. "Michael! Say something! Oh God, his body is convulsing!"
Jessica, meanwhile, ran up to Deontay and threw herself up in his arms, once again wrapping her legs around his chest and kissing him passionately, clearly not able to hold in her lust any longer. She said no words as she led Deontay upstairs, the whole ****** looking on helplessly, knowing damn well what their prettiest niece was about to do to that thug.
As they got upstairs, they heard Julia's screams again, this time coming from her bedroom.
"Oh sh*t, I think Julia just found our brother," Jessica said with a giggle.
"Just wait for me in the hot tub, white bitch," Deontay replied.
Deontay walked over to Julia's room, where a few hours earlier he had moved the semi-conscious body of Julia and Jessica's brother Timothy.
"Shiet, I forgot where I put that," Deontay said smugly.
"You FUCKING ANIMAL! What the fuck are you doing in my room?!" Julia said.
"The fuck are you doing here? Don't you have a boyfriend bleeding out downstairs?" Deontay replied.
"I came to get my first aid kit to help him while we waited for the ambulance; now I see my big brother beaten to a pulp on the floor of my room?! Did you do this too!!?" the law student replied.
"He was out of line," Deontay replied. "Just like that little-dick piece of trash downstairs."
"You're a fucking beast! Why are you fucking here?! You're just a violent, sociopathic narcissist who belongs in fucking jail! I don't even know what my sister sees in you!" she replied.
"I think you know damn well what she sees in me," replied the smug black man.
"Oh, please, we all know that fucking thing in your pants is fake. No human penis is that big. You should have chosen a dildo a little more realistic; now please get out of here; I need to bandage up my boyfriend and brother and call two ambulances because of you!" she said.
"Feel it," Deontay replied. "If it's fake, I'll leave this party right now."
Still not believing him but willing to humor him to get him to leave, Julia put her hands on the outline of his cock over his sweatpants, saying, "Fine, if that's what it takes to get you out of here, get out! It feels just like a di... well, you probably got one of those special rubber ones that... feels... extra... real."
Julia looked at Deontay, who still had the same smug expression as before.
With a quick motion, she pulled down his pants to try to catch him by surprise and in the act of using a dildo.
Instead, in lowering his pants, she laid her eyes upon the most magnificent piece of man-made meat she had ever seen in her life. It was the biggest she had seen at least two or three times, long and thick enough to choke her like the girls in the erotic novels she read, strangely pretty and aesthetic, while she always found her boyfriends' white dicks ugly and awkward.
She simply stared in awe for several seconds, forgetting about her bloodied brother on the floor and her battered boyfriend outside. She remembered the rumors she had heard in undergrad about beastly black men with genitalia so large they could give women genuine orgasms like they never thought possible. She thought it was a myth; she was not staring at one.
"Can I..." she began to say.
"It ain't going to suck itself, white bitch," Deontay replied.
Julia brought her pretty mouth closer to the black man's colossus slowly, about an inch per second, contemplating what to do. Deontay got impatient, put his hand on the back of her head, and pulled her in. Her mouth instinctively formed an O shape and opened, allowing her to take the distal tip of his rod in her mouth.
A wave of warmth and euphoria ran through her body like an electric shock as she made contact with his cock for the first time. Her muscles tensed, and she felt a pleasurable wave of sexual stimulation spread from her loins to the rest of her pelvis as her pussy got wetter than she had ever felt it get before.
She opened her mouth wider, and Deontay pushed his cock in deeper. Her eyes began to water, smearing her makeup. She gagged, but her mouth was too full to bring anything out. Deontay pushed further. She felt her throat stretching; the gagging got more intense as she struggled to breathe. Her watering eyes were now causing mascara to drip down her face. Deontay's cock was barely more than half way in, and he was still pushing. She relaxed the muscles in her mouth and let the alpha male take his prize. Her mouth opened wider than she thought it could as Deontay continued to push down her throat. The gagging ceased as she accepted that Deontay was the ultimate victor and that her body would now serve as his spoils. He was the victor over her boyfriend, her brother, her entire ******, and her racist, conservative preconceived notions. She allowed her body to get even more aroused as Deontay began to pump his cock in and out of her throat as she struggled to move enough air. Her throat was his fucktoy, and she had never been more turned on. Her pussycat quivered in joy and arousal as he used her mouth as a masturbation toy.
He pulled out of her mouth and ordered her to strip, which she did without question.
Naked, with smeared makeup, messy hair, and mascara running down her face, Deontay slapped her lightly on the face.
"Who's life matters?" he asked.
"A. All lives matter," she said.
He slapped her again, lightly and playfully, but with enough force to send another shockwave of arousal throughout her body.
"Who's life matters?" He asked.
"Black Lives Matter," she replied.
He slapped again.
"Who's life matters?" he asked.
"Only black lives matter." She finally replied.
"That's a good sex toy. Your sister told me you were a racist little Trump girl. I guess not anymore." She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. While supporting all her weight with his left hand, he brought his half-hardened cock to her womanhood. It was hot, sticky, and dripping wet.
"You should wear a condom," she whispered reluctantly.
"Why the fuck would I do that?" he replied.
"I'm not on the pill," she said.
"Neither were the other two white bitches I nutted inside today," he remarked, moving the head of his cock to her vulva.
She made a tortured face as she tried to force herself to demand a condom. She couldn't do it. She wanted to feel his bare cock inside of her and mix his DNA with her own. She nodded, giving Deontay all the indication he needed that she wanted it raw.
He slid the tip of his breeding stick into the wet sheath of her cunt, causing her to orgasm instantly. Her body began to convulse.
Deontay lifted his left hand off her ass, easily supporting her entire weight with his right hand. He used that hand to spank her right ass cheek hard. It made a sound as loud as the one made when the black man slammed her boyfriend onto the ground, reverberating throughout the room. She moaned as the spank filled her body with both pleasure and pain.
He did it again with his right hand on her left cheek. She moaned even harder and had another orgasm almost immediately after the first one weaned.
Two or three slaps later, the beauty's rear was cherry-red on both cheeks and caused a burning pain when Deontay held her up by them, but this pain only added to Julia's lust and arousal.
He began moving her body upwards and out, then downwards and in along the entire length of his dick. He was keeping his dick stationary while he used her entire body as a masturbation toy, stroking as if she were a pocket pussycat.
"Damn, racist bitch. This pussycat is tight as fuck. You ain't never been fucked before, have you? I mean with a real cock," he said. She was too ***** to answer, merely shaking and continuing to moan, though her moans had gotten louder to the point that she was nearly screaming in pleasure.
Jessica was downstairs with the party. She could hear Julia's moans of ecstasy, as could the rest of the ******. Her female cousins listened in envy and lust, hoping they could get a taste of what Julia was being served. Her male cousins mostly just tried to hide their boners and tried discretely to relieve themselves. Her father and uncles just looked defeated. Deontay had established himself as the de facto master of the house, and they knew that challenging him would just end with them broken and battered like Michael and Timothy. Jessica's father, Jeremy, was so thoroughly emasculated that he didn't even consider the possibility of standing up to Deontay and ordering him to leave his property.
Deontay lifted Julia off his dick and threw her onto the bed face-down, giving one last slap to her bruised red booty.
He put his hands on her wrists and laid on top of her while she arched her back slightly. He felt her warm, soft, tender skin on his, and she felt his tall, hardened, muscular body pushing down on hers and keeping her in position like an obedient servant girl. His strength, dominance, and masculinity were unlike anything she had experienced before, as he effortlessly mounted to breed. She understood why her brother and boyfriend stood no chance against this man. He was on a different level all together, superior both physically and sexually, to the point that she could never imagine sharing her body with a white man again.
He began thrusting his cock with full strokes along the entire eleven inches of his dick, each thrust ending with a violent slap of his thighs against her butt cheeks. The pain was intense, as was the pleasure for Julia. Her orgasms were near-constant as his cock effortlessly glided in and out of her tight, wet cunt. Her pussycat's warm, wet embrace brought Deontay endless surges of pleasure as he approached orgasm.
Julia's screams had faded to loud, hyperventilating moans as her pussy stretched to fit Deontay's manhood. He continued to pound away at her pretty little cunt as his euphoria grew to the point where he knew that he was going to orgasm.
"I'm going to mark my territory now, breeding bitch. I want you to repeat 'Black Lives Matter' until I'm done with you."
"Black Lives Matter," the now-obedient slut moaned through her orgasm. "Black lives matter."
Deontay's tempo increased, pounding faster and slamming harder into her ass when his cock reached full insertion.
"Black Lives Matter," she continued to moan, in an even higher pitch. It was getting harder to produce intelligible words as her pleasure continued to increase.
Deontay pulled back nearly a foot until only the tip of his dick was through her vulva, then thrust forward with all the intensity he could muster. The act was enough to bring him to orgasm, with explosions of cum jetting into the deepest regions of her pussycat and cervix.
"Black lives matter," she squealed in a high-pitched, screaming voice that was her loudest orgasm yet. She felt the firehouse of jizz erupting in her belly as Deontay pinned her down and kept pumping as his balls emptied their essence inside of her unprotected womanhood. After a few initial shots of jizz were sprayed into her pussycat, the black man withdrew his cock and began stroking the second half of his cum shot onto her face, which was already covered in runny mascara, tears, and smeared makeup.
Jessica and the rest of the party heard the loudest orgasm yet all the way downstairs.
Jessica went over to the deck on the side of the house, where Mary started up the hot tub not long before. She checked the temperature, and it was perfect. She turned on all of the lights, which shone so brightly that everyone in the neighborhood could see what was happening in the tub.
Mary met Jessica in the main dining room of the party, where most of the guests were gathered and had been listening to the animalistic sex between Deontay and Julia from downstairs.
She stood up on the table in the middle of the room and called attention to the party.
"Hi everyone! It's so nice to see my ****** on this wonderful holiday! I know that everyone has been getting great entertainment this year."She yelled, bringing all eyes to her.
She pulled the top of her dress over her shoulders and slid the bottom portion of her outfit down to her ankles. Under her dress was an impossibly tiny black bikini that barely covered her nipples on top and a g-string on the bottom that read "BBC ONLY" on the crotch.
Every man in the room's jaw dropped.
"So let's keep this party going! Party in the hot tub, everyone! You must be this hot to enter!" the bubbly blonde proclaimed, skipping to the hot tub as all eyes in the house followed her.
Mary stripped down to her underwear next, then ran and followed Jessica into the hot tub.
A few seconds later, Deontay emerged from Julia's room and walked down the stairs himself.
Deontay was completely naked, his glistening, sweaty, muscular body and eleven-inch cock still leaking drips of cum on display for all the party to see. It inspired a wave of lust in every woman in the house. Deontay was holding a leash, and attached to that leash was a collar on Julia's neck. Julia was completely naked, save for a pair of black stilettos. She was crawling on her hands and knees, following Deontay as he walked down the stairs. There was fresh cum dripping from her cunt and a large quantity of jizz caked onto her face, along with her fucked-up makeup. As Julia got down the stairs and turned her back to the majority of the ****** members, they could see the gratuitous red marks on each booty cheek and the thick jizz leaking out of her honeypot.
Deontay said absolutely nothing as he walked past the ****** members, and no one dared call him out on anything. He simply walked his bitch over to the hot tub and got in along with Jessica, Mary, and Julia.
He sat on the highest seat in the hot tub, his thighs barely covered by the hot water.
Jessica sat to his left and Mary to his right, and they both began kissing his body at the same time. Julia simply sat at the other end of the tub and began shaking her reddened booty for his viewing pleasure.
Deontay's cock got hard fairly quickly as he took each hand and gripped Jessica and Mary's asses simultaneously while exchanging passionate kisses with each. His dick stood fully upright, popping nearly a foot out of the water like a sea monster.
Mary moved on top of Deontay's dick and slid his cock into her pussycat reverse cowgirl style, then began twerking on his dick. Julia and Jessica three-way kissed him while he enjoyed the ride from Mary before they were interrupted.
"Ummm, excuse me?" a soft, sweet voice called out.
Jessica looked up. It was her cousin Lucille, a 27-year-old beauty who was married to the son of a powerful investment banker. She had stripped down to just a red thong and matching bra.
"May I join you?" she asked.
"Lucille, no!" a voice rang out. Probably that loser banker's son she was dating, Jessica thought.
"You going to fucking take her from me, little dick?" Deontay barked back, daring him to reply. There was no reply. Lucille just giggled, put her arms behind her back, and swayed left to right, making her double-D's jiggle.
Deontay eyed her up and down.
"You look aight, I guess; hop in." He replied.
One after another, Jessica's most beautiful female ****** members graciously approached the hot tub, begging for a chance to please Deontay, until the tub was nearly overflowing with about a dozen babes and Deontay, and all the sexiest ladies in the ****** were fighting over who was going to ride his cock next. The only notable holdout was Jessica's mother, Miranda, who was still trying to console her father, Jeremy.
Deontay spent several hours in that hot tub, simply sitting back with his smug facial expression, drinking the finest liquor that his sluts could grab from the cabinet, and having some of the hottest and richest girls in New York fight over his cock.
"You think that I feel the best, right? You can come inside it if you want."
"Deontay, please knock me up next!"
"You haven't cum inside me yet, Deontay; don't you like me?"
"If you think my tits look good now, imagine how good they'll look feeding your son!"
"Stop hogging it, Jessica; I haven't gotten to ride it in hours!"
"I have the biggest trust fund here; why don't I take us shopping?"
These phrases, along with the names and faces of the rich beauties, all seemed to blend together as he sipped his liquor and ejaculated over and over again.
The girls wore themselves out before Deontay did, most of them tapping out from sheer exhaustion and pleasure overload before midnight. Each girl went to sleep in Jessica's bed after they had tired out, and by the time the last girl tapped out around 2 a.m., there were about a dozen naked beauties, each freshly inseminated, waiting for Deontay in Jessica's king-sized bed. He went upstairs after the last bitch went to sleep and slept with four sluts to the left of him, three to the right, two on top acting as his blanket, and two at the head of the bed curled up like dogs. He was disappointed that none of them had made it late enough to ensure that he went to sleep, getting his dick pleasured. Selfish rich bitches, he thought.
Just as he was settled in and ready to go to sleep, the door cracked open. It was Jessica's MILF Miranda. She was 38 but had a body most 18-year-olds would be jealous of. A flat belly, wide hips with a sexy, juicy ass, thighs the size of coconuts, and a mature but radiant face with dark red hair. She was naked.
"I, uhh... well..." She couldn't get her words out as she looked at the floor, the light from the hallway shining through on her magnificent naked flesh.
"Damn, Mommy, it took you long enough! Now get in this bed and nurse this boy to sleep!" Deontay said.
With a happy giggle and a spring in her step, she skipped over to the bed, snuggled up to Deontay, and put her breast in his mouth. With both hands, she began to stroke his cock as he drifted off to sleep.
