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                               The NBA Must Wait

                                       by
                                   ARC LIGHT

      Jerome Washington, Six Foot Eight inch center of the Southern Alabama
screaming eagles was just coming off an unprecedented ten game scoring and
rebounding record season. The arrogant, obnoxious superstar also considered
himself very much the stud on the Southern campus. Alumni, teaching staff and
of course the coeds of the school held him in great regard. He had put the
small school in limelight; and that had put himself in the spotlight.

      The stud had caught the eye of the wife of the ever successful coach
also. Mrs. Fisher was the sultry and typical Southern lady of elegance on the
surface. Under the surface; under the covers Mrs. Fisher was the hottest woman
on the campus. Besides her husband there were many in the small community that
on various occasions received pleasures from the beautiful blonde vixen.

      On this hot summer night her husband was attending one of the many alumni
get-togethers to ask for and receive generous sums of money to pay for the
pampered athletes under his control. Although many of the alumni did not
appreciate the color of the athletes; the success they exhibited on the
basketball court and the national attention that success brought the small
Southern school made up for their short term displeasure's.

      The huge Black walked up the door expecting to see his coach and his
weekly "allowance" that he and two other stars felt they were entitled to.
After punching the doorbell with a short right jab he assumed the stance of the
typical street wise Black. When Mrs. Fisher opened the door it took "Mr.
Arrogant" by surprise. The delightful Mrs. Fisher was attired in a short white
dress which stopped four inches above her tanned perfect legs. The top of the
dress revealed the beginnings of a white lace bra that barely held her ample
charms. Her proud lips were coated with a fire engine red lipstick and her
tongue seemed to play with the lips as she asked the cock sure athlete; "Yes."

      Jerome, his eyes traveling from top to bottom, and then back again could
barely suppress his pleasure at seeming such a succulent sight. His dick had
already started to harden as he slurred; "I'm here to get my weekly allowance
from your old man, ma'am."

      Janet let her tongue play with the beautiful lips before asking the
arrogant and surly superstar into her home, "Won't you please come in. My
husband is not home yet but I would be happy to get you something cold; for
this hot summer night."

      The Black slid in with an easy glide thinking to himself how perfect the
coach's wife looked and how good she would look on her knees servicing his
manhood; her dark green eyes searching for his ever erect cock.

      As Janet walked away his eyes followed each step; a hardness suddenly
overcoming his crotch. The gentle swaying of her perfect ass, the long legs
covered by white silk hose, the six inch black patent leather pumps were all
having a very intoxicating effect on the star of the most dominant basketball
team in the Southern part of the United States.

      The Black settled down in a cushioned easy chair waiting for the White
Southern lady to return with his drink. She walked back into the room, her high
heels making a distinctive knock on the hard tile floors as she came towards
the leisurely lounging Black. His eyes met hers as she handed him the large
iced tea glass. She then turned and settled herself on the sofa facing the
Black, letting her long beautiful legs slide apart. Sipping her iced tea she
looked over the glass to the confident stud facing her with a sneer on his
face.

      "My husband tells me that you are quite good. Are you as good as he
thinks you are?" asking the question so that he will give the man an extra
degree of confidence.

      "There are many who say that I am very good. Course most of them saying
that are the young White coeds on campus," brags the Black man as he leisurely
sips his iced tea. "Maybe you would want to see how good I really am?" asks the
stud.

      Janet says nothing but sensuously lets her legs fall further apart. As he
stares at the beautiful legs his eyes follows the silken thighs up the long
legs until he can see the white wisp of panties at the top of the silken hose.

      Janet notices that there is a definite rise in the hard cock of her
guest. The athlete is only wearing red sweat pants with nothing underneath and
the tempting sight that she is allowing him to observe is having a very
profound effect on his virile manhood. Janet lets her legs drift one final time
exposing the white triangle of silk cloth before violently jumping to her feet
and covering the several feet separating the two catching the Black totally off
guard.

      "Who the hell do you think you are you insolent nigger!!" shouts the
young beauty.

      Caught off-guard, and then becoming enraged at the insult the Black
starts to get up. Anticipating his move the housewife uses her leverage and
pushes the athlete back down to the chair.

      "What do you think my husband would think if he came home and seen one of
his team spread out in his easy chair with a ten inch hard on with his wife. I
think what he would think is to throw your Black ass off his team. It would be
a shame if you couldn't continue; there wouldn't be that big chance with the
NBA if your Black ass is charged with attempted rape. Attempted Rape by a
nigger of a respectable White woman in Southern Alabama. Why your Black ass
would be Black balled forever. You wouldn't be allowed to wash jock straps.
What do you think of that big man?"

      Taken totally off guard the Black is totally taken aback; he was not used
to being talked to in this matter, especially by a White bitch like the one
hovering over him. All he could manage was, "I'm sorry ma'am."

      "Sorry isn't good enough Black boy. What I think you need is a little old
fashioned punishment" coldly stated the White housewife.

      "Get that sweatshirt off and stand up when I'm talking to you, you
insolent bastard," continued the coach's wife.

      Although Jerome was extremely mad he was smart enough to know that what
the irate housewife was yelling at him was true. If he was caught alone in the
house of the beautiful White woman his dreams of a NBA contract would be long
gone. Therefore he meekly replied to her orders shedding the red sweatshirt and
standing before the petite White woman with his bare chest showing and the
tight hard stomach pointing to the extended probe directly below the drawstring
of his sweat pants.

      She moved up to him looking his straight in the eyes. She took her
fingers and squeezed his hard breasts causing tears to come to his eyes. "You
like looking at my legs; at my breasts, don't you Black boy?"

      Avoiding the White vamp's eyes Jerome mutters, "Yes Ma'am."

      "You would like for me to unbutton my blouse wouldn't you Black boy?"
"How about if I took my skirt off so you can see my garter and hose. Would you
like to see my panties? The way your mouth is watering I bet you would like to
stick that long tongue between my pussy lips. I bet you would like to suck on
my hard little nipples wouldn't you Black boy?" The beautiful White women was
enjoying humiliating the dominant Black basketball star. Here he was standing
bare chested in front of her with his nine inch cock sticking straight out
making a tent out of his red sweat pants.

      As the humiliated and frustrated Black stood at attention before the
tormenting White beauty she stepped forward and let her hands drop to his cock.
The petite manicured hands firmly stroked the rock hard cock as she sneered
into his face; knowing he would not; could not do anything but stand and endure
the pleasure she was giving him.

      After what seemed an eternity she turned and sexily strutted away from
Jerome as he looked hungrily after her. She then abruptly turned and walked
back towards the cowered basketball player and slipped her fingers into the
waistband and dragged the pants to his ankles. Looking him in the eyes she
placed her next demand; "There is a pair of handcuffs on the desk by the front
door. Go get them. I might let you service me; but I'm the one that will remain
in control."

      The huge Black started to reach down and pull up his pants. Before he
could stoop over the next order came, "Don't pull up your pants Black boy. You
shuffle to the front door with them around your ankles. It makes you look like
the clown that we both know you are. Now get your ass in motion or I'll take
the belt to your Black ass."

      Jerome shuffled to the desk by the front door with his sweat pants
binding against his ankles. Jerome knew he looked like a complete idiot
shuffling to the desk and then back again, all the while his rock hard nine
inch cock swaying with each step.

      He finally completed the journey and humbly handed the handcuffs to the
smirking blondee honeypot.

      "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

      The Black did as he was told, but not without a great deal of
apprehension. He realized that with each step he was getting into deeper and
deeper trouble. He was now wishing that he had not came over to the sexy
coach's wife's home; at least not alone.

      As she secured the Black's hands she bent over and pulled the extra large
dog collar from the night stand by the easy chair. Before the Black could
comprehend what was happening the blondee had put the collar around his neck.
He started to say something but then looked at his sorry situation. Here he
was, standing with his shirt off; his pants around his ankles; his cock
standing at attention with his hands handcuffed behind him and a dog collar
around his neck. Jerome Washington was in deep shit and he knew it.

      As he silently contemplated his situation the blondee reached up and
attached a chain to the dog collar and started walking to the formal dining
room pulling the helpless Black man along behind her. He could hardly keep up
with his pants binding around his ankles.

      Although it was only a short distance he was breathing hard by the time
he was next to the dining room table.

      "Mount the table you piece of shit. You give me any lip from your
insolent mouth and I'll break every tooth out of your miserable mouth" came the
direct order from the temptress.

      With great awkwardness Jerome managed to climb on the dining room table.
Once on the table the blondee beauty pulled the chain towards the floor and
attached it to the leg of the table forcing his face over the side of the
table. His Black ass shined in the light as it was pointing up in a very
venerable position.

      Mrs. Fisher stood in front of the helpless Black and slowly started
unbuttoning her blouse. Sensuously she let her fingers slide each button out of
the button hole smiling at Jerome as each one slipped out of its constricting
holder. As she finally reached the last button hole that wasn't tucked into the
tight skirt she pulled the blouse apart showing the lacy bra. She let her hands
dance over the tight bra rubbing her tight hard nipples between the fingers.
Closing her eyes as she manipulated her nipples she let the pleasure engulf her
tight body as she rocked back and forth with each wave of pleasure.

      The self manipulation was having an equally telling effect on poor Jerome
as he stared at the beautiful sight standing but feet away from him. Straining
his neck so that his eyes could take in all the beauty unfolding before him he
felt the rock hard manhood tighten even more.

      "Do you want me to take off my skirt?" questioned the young woman.

      "Oh god, please. You are so beautiful. I'm going to come just watching
you. Please take your skirt off. I have to see your love-hole," moaned the
agonizing bound Black.

      Laughing at the helpless creature before her Janet pulled the blouse from
the constricting skirt. Gently swaying with her own emotions she seductively
pulled the tight skirt over her firm hips, leaving the Black to stare at her
garter belt, hose and lacy underwear. Letting his tongue slip from his mouth he
tried to scoot forward so that he could taste the honey pot only inches away.
Her tight hard stomach, her beautiful love box, her long tanned legs encased in
silk was something that Jerome was having a hard time controlling.

      Janet stepped out of the skirt and leaving the blouse on walked to the
other end of the table. Straining to follow her with his eyes Jerome failed as
he couldn't turn his head.

      In an instance he again felt the soft touch of the dancing fingers as she
softly took his manhood again in her hands. She gently stroked the long hard
cock and the pleasure that it was sending to Jerome's over heated and taxed
mind was beyond his wildest dream.

      "Tell me about your last bus trip home Jerome. I heard that you had quite
a ride" questioned the blondee housewife and she continued to stroke his nine
inch cock from the base to the tip.

      Unable to focus his overheated mind the memory of the bus trip slowly
came back to him. It was a very enjoyable trip as he had enjoyed the tight
pussy of a virgin cheerleader in the back of the bus while his teammates
watched with envy.

      "Tell me about your last trip Jerome. You're not too modest are you. I
heard that you were quite the stud" probed the coach's wife.

      "We made the White boys on the team ride back on the equipment bus. There
was the rest of us; nine brothers with a brother driving the bus.

      One of the cheerleaders had come to congratulate me on the game and the
bus started back before she could get off. I took her to the back of the bus;
told her it would be more quiet back there." Jerome stated.

      Janet's hardened her grip as she continued to stroke his rock hard cock.
"Don't be modest. Did she want to go to the back with you?" Janet continued to
question.

      "No. She was very scared. She was alone among us brothers. She was very
scared and wanted to get back to her bus but it had already started back to the
campus. One of the brothers had a quart of Jack Daniels and was pouring her
triple shots with coke to calm her down," Jerome continued.

      "Did you kiss her? Did you stroke her breasts? Did you play with her
pussy? Come on Jerome, you can tell me" Janet asked.

      "After she had drank two or three drinks she was getting very tipsy. She
could hardly keep her eyes open. I started to kiss her on the lips but she
struggled; she didn't want me to kiss her. She kept trying to slide away from
me but there was no where to go. I had my arm around her and was playing with
her nipple through her blue cheerleader's vest. She was getting more and more
scared as I French kissed her. She didn't like me putting my tongue into her
mouth. She didn't like my fingers pinching her nipples but I didn't care. I was
going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it. The brothers
thought it funny the way she struggled to get away from me. All of them was
gathered around looking at me play with her. They liked it as much as I did."

      Jerome was getting very aroused telling the White woman about his
conquest; and by the fact that Janet's magic fingers were having a very decided
effect on his cock. Janet's other hand was stroking and squeezing the golf ball
size nuts of the star while the other was rapidly stroking the length of the
rock hard cock.

      "Tell me about Jennifer's pussy, Stud?"

      Unable to think, but still wanting to impress the woman with his dick in
her hands Jerome continued; "I was getting more and more aroused as she
struggled against me. She kept trying to turn her head away and I was getting
mad at the bitch. I unbuttoned her vest against her will. She tried to stop my
hands; she tried to pull them away but I was too strong. When I got her vest
unbuttoned I pulled her bra down and viciously pinched her nipples. It brought
tears to her eyes but all the brothers were really eating it up. I told her to
kiss me or I would twist her nipples off. Although she didn't want to she
turned her face towards me and I stuck my tongue in her mouth. She stopped
trying to resist but I could tell she still didn't want me to kiss her. After
several minutes she started swaying against me; I think she was getting
aroused. After several more minutes I reached down and rubbed my hand along her
leg. She tried to grab me hand but I wouldn't let her.

      I started rubbing my hand against her blue cheerleader panties. She
didn't like it but there wasn't anything she could do. I was too strong for
her."

      Jerome was trying to concentrate on his story of conquest but Janet's
petite hand was bringing him rapidly towards his needed release.

      "Don't stop now stud. It sounds like its getting interesting. Did you
like stroking her pussy. What was Jennifer's pussy like?" Janet asked.

      Jerome was a little disturbed that Mrs. Janet Fisher knew his victim's
name but the braggart in him wanted to continue. He wanted to tell this White
bitch how he stuck it in poor Jennifer's virgin cunt.

      "As I was sucking on her tongue I let my hand stroke the inside of her
thighs. She tried to keep them tight but I was persistent. I was stronger; and
she was drunker. Besides I could tell her resistance was weakening. Eventually
her thighs drifted apart. When I felt her surrender I slipped my finger in her
panties and started stroking her pussy lips. She kept saying no; that I should
stop. Jerome wasn't about to stop when I could feel that tight pussy. After a
short time I inserted my finger into her canal. That's when I discovered that
this little brunette bitch was still a virgin. Once I found her little hymen
intact there was no way that bitch wasn't going to get my Black dick. She was
squirming; trying to get away from me but I stuck my tongue down her throat and
my finger up her cunt."

      "After a long time she was too tired to struggle any more and I pulled
her blue panties down her legs. I pulled them over her tennis shoes while she
was moaning that she wanted me to stop. I laughed in the bitch's face. Her
pussy was going to get my Black dick and there was nothing she could do to stop
it. All the brothers were egging me on; telling me to stick the bitch. As I
climbed over her she tried to force herself into the seat. I used my knees to
pry her legs apart and she started screaming for me to stop. As I put the end
of my cock into the opening of her precious pussy she was begging me to stop. I
enjoyed being in control of the bitch; I inched my cock into her a little at a
time. She was sobbing and crying and I stopped when my cock rubbed up against
her precious hymen. I just let it rub against the precious barrier while she
tried to pull away from me. The more she pulled away the more I put pressure
on. After what seemed an eternity for me she started swaying her hips and
sucking my tongue. I knew I had the bitch when she started enjoying my love
muscle. At that moment I buried my dick to the hilt and she screamed like she
had just been stabbed. The warm blood coating my dick sent me in orbit. I
looked down and her blood was running out her cunt and I thrust like I was
driving a pile hammer. On every movement that my dick struck her cervix she
screamed. I fucked that bitch for over twenty minutes as my bro's shouted at
the bitch to fuck me. They weren't very kind in their remarks; the bitch was
trying. After long last I let the bitch have my come. It exploded in her cunt
and she was soaked by discharge. She kept fucking me long after I was spent;
kept begging me to make her cum. I laughed at the bitch. I got mine. She
struggled to throw her hips to capture my cock; wrapped her legs around me; but
when I'm done I'm done."

      "As I pulled out the blood and cum flowed from her ravaged cunt," bragged
Jerome; conqueror of virgins.

      "What happened next Black Boy?" mocked the coach's White wife.

      "When I pulled out I looked at the other bro's. As soon as I stepped away
another brother climbed on the bucking bitch. After he had shot his load the
next in line fucked her. By the end of the trip all nine of the players and the
bro driving the bus had fucked the bitch silly. After each got off they made
her drink some more whiskey to keep her drunk," Jerome continued to brag.

      Janet continued the long hard strokes on his dick; and massaged the
massive cum filled balls with her left hand. She knew that he thought he was
something with the way he was bragging about the ravishing of the young and
innocent virgin. What Janet knew and the Black braggart didn't was going to
change his whole life very shortly.

      "You are almost there, please go on. I want you to tell me how you and
the Blacks on the team shoved it to the White virgin. Tell me more Jerome, you
big stud," coaxed Janet.

      "After the last one fucked the little cheerleader we all started over. I
don't remember how many fucked the little bitch twice; I do know that the cum
was literally flowing from her cunt by the time we got back to the campus. I
told the bitch I was keeping her blue cheerleader panties so I could remember
her cherry by. What the snotty bitch didn't know was that the bro's video taped
her entire cherry breaking. She was so drunk and tired she didn't even know why
the lights were always so bright," continued Jerome as he rushed forward in his
orgasm.

      Janet again questioned the arrogant bastard, "What happen when you got
back at campus?"

      "That was the best part of the trip. We let her leave the bus first. She
got out the same time that the equipment bus with the White boys got there.
They just stood there looking at the cheerleader stumbling out of the bus. Her
make up was all smeared and the cum and cherry blood was streaked and running
down her legs. She could barely stand and as she was trying to walk away I
called for her to stop and come to me. She was totally humiliated but she came
back to the door of the bus. I told her that I wanted her blue bra to go with
her panties in from of the White boys on the team. Although she protested and
begged to not have to give it to me I told her she didn't have any options. I
made her take off her blue cheerleading vest and take her bra off in front of
the White boys and the bros still on the bus. The domination was complete; the
degradation was complete. The bitch was mine forever," continued the Black son
of a bitch.

      As he finished his story Janet stuck her tongue up his ass and gripped
his huge Black dick with both hands; the pent up cum shot out the end of the
massive Black club. Janet had put a dish under his dick and the dish caught
most of the man cum as it squirted almost forever in the dish. Jerome's
pleasure was complete; his orgasm had shuttered throughout his entire body. He
couldn't stop trembling. The man juice continued to shoot from his Black cock.
He had never experienced a tongue up his ass; especially by such a beautiful
woman as the coach's wife. The pleasure was such that his mind couldn't
comprehend his good luck, or at least what he thought was his good luck. What
he still realized was that he was naked except for the sweat pants around his
ankles and that his neck was still tied to the leg of the table.

      As his eyes again refocused he looked up. Although he could not raise his
eyes his eyes focused on a pair of black leather knee high boots; black hose
extending upward to a thigh high black leather skirt. His dog collar would not
allow his eyes to get above the bottom of the leather skirt.

      As he tried to look up Janet grabbed him by his now limp cock and pulled
him over the edge of the table. He struggled to regain his breath as the dog
collar and chair nearly strangled him as he fell over the edge of the table. He
rapidly scooted back against the table leg to relieve the pressure on his neck.
From his prone position he looked up. The startled expression on his face
amused the leather clad vixen. The petite brunette decked out in a complete
leather sneered down at the prone struggling Black.

      Jerome's face turned to a mask of fear as he realized that the beautiful
leather-clad vixen standing above him was the petite cheerleader that he had
just spoken about. He looked at the two women towering above him and attempted
to regain control of the situation. Unfortunately for the star basketball
player his hands were still shackled; his legs were effectively bound and he
was still attached to the table leg by the chain and dog collar.

      "Spread your legs you Black piece of shit" came the short and curt
command from Brenda, the leather clad cheerleader.

      Wanting to become insolent; but knowing that he was in a very
uncommanding position he pulled his legs apart. Although his ankles were still
attached he did manage to spread his long legs. Kneeling down the brunette
produced a large Bowie knife. The sharp knife slit through the red sweat pants
like they were butter. The terror in Jerome's eyes said it all. He was at the
mercy of the two beautiful White women; and they had complete control.

      When she stood again the same command was uttered; "Spread your legs."

      Trembling, he slid his legs apart. As he did she stepped between them
forcing them further apart by the sharp toed leather boots. The muscles in his
legs ached as his legs were forced apart at an extreme angle. As he kept his
eyes focused on the vixen standing between his naked thighs Janet walked around
his backside. In the next moment she emptied the dish with his White sticky cum
over his bald head. As the gooey liquid dripped down his face the two women
laughed at the ludicrous site. As Jerome started contemplating his situation
Brenda drove the toe of her boot deep between his legs. The pain was
instantaneously and massive. He started to look up again and she kicked him
again. He tried to move but couldn't. The third kick was even more vicious and
drove his nuts deep into his being. At that point he passed out.

      He awoke as a bucket of cold water was thrown in his face. He tried to
orient himself; it was difficult. He was hanging by his feet; his feet
separated by a five foot long steel bar. He was completely naked and the floor
was mud and dirt. It appeared that he was in the basement of some older home.
Trying to regain his sense of equilibrium his eyes finally caught sight of the
black leather boots as they made their way across the dirt floor.

      "My boots are dirty. Clean them Black boy" Brenda stated as she raised
her legs so that the boots would be level with Jerome's face.

      Having no alternative he stuck his tongue out and started cleaning the
boots. She turned and walked away; the back of her Black nylons and tight black
leather skirt causing a slight hardening of his long Black cock.

      When Brenda reached the door to Jerome's make shift dungeon Janet
appeared in red leather hot pants and a White blouse opened to the middle of
her beautiful tight stomach. She wore no bra and she and Brenda embraced in a
deep French kiss; each tongue dueling with the other. They held each other
tight and explored each other's tight and succulent bodies. As they rubbed
against each other Janet grabbed Brenda, the smaller of the two beautiful women
and pulled her tight against the inseparable bodies. They continued to tongue
each other while using their hands to excite each other.

      All Jerome could do was observe. His inverted position caused the blood
to run to his head and he was feeling faint. After an eternity both woman
looked over at the suspended Black athlete and smiled. His large cock had
started to harden and they walked to where he was tied to the steel bar. Janet
went around the back of him while Brenda walked up to where he was straining to
see the Lesbian love scene.

      Jerome's head was at the same level as Brenda's fiery cunt. All that
separated the two was the leather skirt. When Brenda was directly in front of
him she coyly asked, "Would you like to suck my Pussy Black Boy?"

      Jerome, fighting to remain conscious, merely shook his head.

      Brenda, ever so slowly tugged the tight black leather skirt up. Jerome's
eyes became very focused and he anxiously awaited the beautiful sight that was
nearing his sight of vision. As the black leather crept up the succulent legs
the partially shaved pussy lips came into view. They were even more delightful
than Jerome remembered them in his memory bank the night that he raped the then
innocent young White woman.

      When Brenda had pulled the skirt high enough for the Black to begin his
tongue bath she stepped forward and instantly the Black's tongue darted forward
to taste the delicacy awaiting it. The fragrance was fresh and the dew tasted
like honey. The Black eagerly sucked on the tender young pussy lips.

      Behind the licking Black Janet had taken a small dildo from the back
pocket of her red leather hot pants and slowly inserted the tip into the
asshole of the hanging arrogant Black man. Jerome was startled at first but
slowly the gentle insertion brought an unknown pleasure to the big man on
campus.

      What Jerome could not see was the xacto knife that Brenda had hidden in
her bra. She took the razor sharp knife from its sheath and handed the deadly
hobby knife to her lover, the vivacious Janet Fisher, Wife of the most winning
coach in the South. After handing the knife to her lover she grabbed the long
Black shaft that was at her eye level and slowly stroked the massive weapon
that took her maidenhood. As the large club became hard she put the tip between
her pert and proud lips and sensuously kissed the massive organ. The sensation
was almost more than the hanging Black could stand. His head throbbed from the
invert position and the sensations of his cock being stroked, kissed and sucked
along with the whirring dildo in his ass was bringing the heretofore insolent
Black to a near orgasm. As the pleasure increased he sucked harder on the
moistening pussy lips and the rock hard clit guarding the precious passageway.

      As the organ became blood engorged Brenda retrieved the xacto Knife and
rubbed the sharpened tip along the hard cock. Jerome could not identify the
pleasurable sensation at first; the upright position had caused him untold
anguish.

      Brenda continued to rub the razor sharp knife along the shaft. The sharp
tip was breaking the outer layer of skin and a thin line of blood flowed from
the small and thin cut. Once she had traveled the entire length of the nine
inch cock she started back at the base and continued to drag the knife the
entire distance letting it slide over the thick layer of skin before preceding
to the tip. The tip was far smoother and Jerome started screaming in agony as
the blade cut small incisions into the sensitive head of the massive man
weapon.

      As Jerome continued to scream Brenda stepped closer so that her cunt
could muffle the screams of agony while she continued her task of filiating the
cock of the man who had taken her womanhood.

      Her accomplice; the sensuous Mrs. Janet Fisher had replaced the small
pleasure giving dildo with a massive dildo with sharp steel studs on it. She
did not slowly insert the larger dildo but drove it home in one quick sharp
movement.

      Jerome had never felt such pain. Jerome was never before in the position
of being on the receiving end of such treatment. The agony continued until the
blood was streaming down the chest of the severely wounded man. At this point
the blade was being inserted about one eighth of an inch; the agony unbearable.

      On the moment that Jerome lost consciousness Brenda reached her orgasm
from the screaming and biting prisoner of her revenge.

      Stepping backwards Brenda collapsed in the dirt and mud and fell backward
into the muck. Her legs had grown weary from the orgasm and the tautness while
she completed her revenge; and was rewarded by the orgasm that she so
desperately sought.

      Mrs. Janet Fisher looked over the crushed testicles of their victim at
the beautiful brunette laying in the dirt and the mud in front of the swaying
Black man; or at least what used to be a man.

      Janet was aroused at the petite brunette dressed in black leather. The
skirt pulled up to her waist exposing the neatly shaved pussy framed by dark
hose and garter belt. The black leather boots pulled up nearly to her breasts.

      The night was young; and so was Brenda.

      Jerome was found outside the teams dorm the next morning. He dropped out
of school and was never seen again around the classic Southern Campus.

      Mrs. Janet Fisher still has season tickets. She is partial to the
cheerleaders.

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