It was pretty much agreed what had to be done, and not wanting to appear snobbish, or like some kind of primadonna, I went along with the plan. I was a freshman cheerleader, and the youngest on the squad at eighteen, and I didn’t want to make waves.
We were in a difficult situation, one that called for a little creative strategy. There was no way our school was going to beat our city rival with Jason playing. He’s like the best college player in the nation, averaging over thirty points a game, big and strong and way better than anyone on our team. Heather our senior co-captain, came up with the idea a week before the big game. Simply put, one of us would seduce Jason the night before the game, give him the kind of workout he wouldn’t soon forget and make him too wasted to play well.
Instead of straws, we drew pom-pom streamers to decide which one of us would have the honor of laying down her body, as it were, for the good of the team. Guess who drew the short streamer?
I’m not a prude or anything, but also I had never had sex with a guy before, so I felt excited and insecure and anxious, all at the same time. I’m not bragging, but I never had any trouble getting looks from the boys, even though i’m kinda tall at five feet eight inches and my boobs , which are really firm and perky , are certainly not the biggest. But I do have a nice supple body and a pretty heart shaped face and long blonde hair. Heather and the other cheerleaders had no doubt I was the girl for the job. It was agreed that I should not wear my tiny cheerleading outfit, as that would be a dead giveaway, what with the school name on the sweater and all. Heather suggested I wear one of my prep school outfits with the plaid, pleated skirt, white blouse and red red blazer, and the black patent leather shoes, with white ankle socks. No guy could resist the sight of me in that outfit and Jason would be no exception.
I found him just where we figured he would be that Friday afternoon, at the Public Library studying for finals. He was a straight “A” student on top of being a big star, but the second I sat down at the table opposite him, and started shifting in my chair and crossing and uncrossing my ankles, I could tell he had things other than basketball or books on his mind.
He was kind of cute, really, with short trimmed hair and a real deep dark brown complexion. The fact that he was black didn’t bother me except that I was sort of curious about what he looked like naked…… I’d heard stories from some of the girls about penis size and blacks and wondered if it was true.
I must have thrown his concentration off because suddenly decided to get up and leave. Just as he passed by my table, I stood and pretended to accidentally bump into him. “Excuse me,” he quickly said, holding my arm to support me as I hobbled around like my ankle was twisted. “Are you okay?”
I told him I thought I sprained my ankle and he eyed my shapely legs again, then offered to carry my stuff. “You from around here?” he asked as we walked outside.
“I live nearby. I walked here, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk back.”
Like a gentleman, he offered to take me home in his car, a red Camaro. The whole time we drove, I noticed him stealing glimpses at my legs and thighs. When we got to my place, which was an off-campus apartment , I pretended that my ankle was so bad I couldn’t walk. Laughing, he volunteered to carry me up the steps.
“I feel like a bride,” I giggled, as he easily hoisted me up.
I offered him a drink when we got inside and we both sat on the sofa, all cozy, and he said “If you feel like a bride, then this must be our honeymoon.”
I just laughed and he leaned forward smelling all crisp and musky, his big left hand caressing my smooth white thigh. “Mind if I kiss you?” he asked.
I nodded shyly, expecting a polite kiss, but he planted his thick lips right over my mouth and stuck his wet tongue practically down my throat. “Mind if I touch you here?” he asked, running his hands under my blouse and sqeezing my tits. When his fingers tweaked my pointy nipples, chills of pleasure ran up my body.
“Mind if I touch your panties?” he asked, and we both laughed because it was getting to be a joke, him asking for permission and my coyly nodding in agreement. But instead of his reaching under my skirt, he unzipped his jeans and fished out this huge black cock. Then took my hand and wrapped it around his hot flesh, and like majic it started to stiffin and grow even bigger. I gasped in amazement, it was so thick and long and shiny black. He offered it to me by lunging his hips forward and saying, with a broad smile, “Mind?” and then lowering my head onto his cock so that I had to stretch my mouth open really wide just to get it past that salty, leaky head. I coughed a couple of times, it was so big, and i licked and sucked it while holding onto the trobbing trunk with both my hands. More and more of his cock slid into my mouth and I tightened my lip around the veiny black shaft and began to bob my head up and down while pumping with both hands.
“Yeah that’s it, suck that fuckin’ cock!” he said, obviously enjoying it. “Got something for you!” he grunted and his cock seemed to expand in my mouth until suddenly my tongue was flooded with hot white liquid. He blasted spurts of sticky cum into the back of my mouth and I couldn’t do anything but swallow as fast as possible. His greasy load slid down my throat and just kept pouring out. I counted maybe two dozen spasms before he finally popped it out of my mouth. Wrapping his hand around his dick he fisted out a few more drops that landed on my chin. Almost instantly, his cock grew hard again.
“I need to taste that little pussy of yours,” he said, and told me to stand up and take off my skirt, which I did. “Sit on my lap, baby.”
“But should I take off my shoes?”
“Leave them on. You look cute that way.”
I sat on his lap, propping my feet up on his strong thighs, while he kissed my neck and face. With both hands, he dug into my cotton panties and ripped a gaping hole that fully exposed my clean, juicy pussy.
“Oh man, that looks so nice,” he said fingering my little berry of a clit. I moaned and leaned back against his chest. I felt so hot and desperate, I knew the only thing that would satisfy me was having his big cock crammed up my pussy.
The head of his rock-hard dick looked like the size of an apple and i cringed when he poked my tiny pussy-hole, stretching the warm flesh to the max.
” My God! It’s , like, enormous!” I gasped.
“You white girls sure have the tighest pussies,” he laughed, grunting and swirling his bone into my tender snatch, but being very gentle about it. He managed to fit just the tip past my juicy little hole, then he withdrew. He repeated the motion again and again, using his hips to shimmy his cock in at different angles until finally the fat head of his penis burst past my tight hole. I felt like I was being split in two.
Thank God he paused to catch his breath. I just moaned and looked down at my crotch and saw the entire length of his gristly, pulsating shaft eagerly poised to slam up into my tender pussy.
“Hey!” he suddenly said. “What’s your name?” “A-Anna,” I whimpered, shifting on his lap, trying to ease the pressure from the massively wedged cock.
“Anna? Cute, real cute. I’m gonna fuck you good Anna. Okay?”
“Mmmmm, uh huh, okay.”
It looked like I was sitting on the knob of a policeman’s ebony trucheon. Grasping my bent knees with both hands, he shunted another inch inside my clasping cunt.
“Oh! God!” I cried out as the rock, hard cock forced its way inside my tight channel.
“I got a lot more for you baby, a lot more!” and he jammed more of his cock into me.
“It’s tooo big!” I groaned, but he just laughed and kept wiggling more of his huge pole into me, at the same time reaching with his fingers and scooting my clit around with his big thumb. It felt so good, it kind of made me forget about the hot pain in my virgin pussy, so much so, in fact, that I just sort of splattered down on his steel hard boner with all my might.
Talk about seeing stars! I didn’t know weather to laugh or cry, I was so stuffed. I just held my breath and stared down at my pussy in amazement. All I could see were his big hard balls. Everything else was crammed up my cunt. I could feel every pulsing vein and ridge on his thick shaft. I could see my belly button distending from the cock throbs inside me. I was like pregnant with cock.
“Oh shit!” Jason said, gritting his teeth. “You have the tightest pussy! Look how much dick it takes, baby.”
He slowly slid out the entire length of his penis. It just glided out for what seemed like an eternity, all slippery with my pussy juice and flecked with dots of red from my busted cherry, I guess, God, it looked so enormous!
As much as my pussy ached, I was dying to have it back inside me. Evidently, Jason felt the same way, because he jammed it back into me, a full-length thrust that crushed my pussy lips inward and pounded up into my womb.
“Ohhhhh!” I cried out, woth a growing sense of pleasure.
He started to work my pussy like he was trying to put out a fire, pounding his black rod into me like a greasy oil drill, going deeper and deeper into my wet hole. The faster he slammed up into me, the wetter I became, until our genitals slurped and smacked and made the crudest sounds I’d ever heard.
“Shit girl, I could fuck this pussy all night long!” he gasped.
“DO it then,” I urged him on. “Don’t stop! It’s so wild!”
He took my hand and held it over my stomach so that I could feel his monsterous cock packing out my womb and suddenly I was cumming like crazy, crying out with the most intense sexual feelings I ever had. A second orgasm followed right on the heels of the first, aided by the sudden explosion of cum inside my tender channel as Jason’s cock swelled and burst inside me, feeding my belly with his burning jizz. We both shouted and clawed eachother and finally his semen soaked piston slipped out of my gaping cunt-hole and I fell off to the side of the sofa, breathless, my whole body tingling with erotic desire.
I figured he was used up, but to my astonishment he scooted over to me on the sofa, rubbing his flaccid slimy cock across my face. I was so turned on , I practically swallowed his whole gooey cock with my eager mouth, at least until it started to grow, which was like in two seconds.
When he was fully erect again, he had me kneel on the sofa with my little butt sticking up and he pounded me doggie style until I came a third time, digging my fingernails into the pillow and thrashing my ass back to meet his powerful thrusts.
“Gonna! Slam! Dunk! Your ass! Okay Anna!” he gasped out between strokes.
I was so crazy horny that I was like, whatever, even though I didn’t know what he was talking about. It wasn’t until his cock slipped out of my pussy and I felt the bloated oily head roaming between my taunt asscheeks that I realized what he was talking about.
“That’s not going to work!” I said with alarm as he tried to fit his long-sized cock up into my tight butt-hole. “Please Jason!”
“Just a second honey,” he said, and I saw him dash off towards the bathroom, his big dick jutting out from his muscular thighs like a flagpole, bumping against his abdomen as he walked.
He returned seconds later with a jar of Vasaline from the medicine cabinet. His black cock, already wet and shiny from my pussy juice, now had a glistening sheen like marble. He glopped out more Vaseline and greased his pole some more, than leaned between my cheeks to lick my anus.
“Oh man! That’s such a cute little button,” he said, slurping away like a starving dog. “Let me slick up your chute.”
He forced a smeary middle finger up my taunt asshole and wiggled it around inside. It didn’t hurt, but it felt extreme, and I told him I wasn’t sure but I don’t think he heard me because within seconds he was again pressing against my asshole with that fat gleaming gland. I felt my tight rubbery anal ring expanding and expanding, and expanding, on and on until I felt like my entire body was open wide.
As he pushed his hot pulsing rod deeper into my anus he kept talking and moaning, saying how sweet a girl I was, asking me if I liked having his cock up my ass. I was biting my lower lip so hard that I was afraid to open my mouth and just kept making these little whimpers of agreement. Then I thought of our school and the team and my duty to my peers. I imagined the cheers of the crowd as we did our routine at halfcourt and felt warm and happy at what I had done for the squad.
“Ungggggh! Tight ass! Damn!.” He said.
I twisted my neck as far as I could to look back and could just see Jason’s contorted face, his teeth bared, brow all srunched, beads of sweat dripiing off his chin onto my ass cheeks where he had firmly planted his big hands to maintain leverage as he stuffed my anal tunnel with more of his Vaseline slickened rod. Then a broad smile creased his lips and i felt his coarse pubic hairs scraping against my butt. I was chewing on my fist by then.
Jason reached up under my loosened bra and began to tweak my nipples, swirling them between his thumb and forefinger until they grew hard and round. I guess I was making these foreign sounds because Jason kept nibbling my ear and neck, whispering “What’s that ya say baby? You like Jason’s big black cock up your ass? Huh baby Huh?”
Every time he would ask, he would slam his hips forward, grinding that thick piston deep in my bowels. I was like, “Uh huh, Uh huh,” still biting my fist, but totally enjoying the growing waves of pleasure that started out from my nipples and somehow connected with my wet pussy and throbbing asshole. In a blink of an eye,I felt like my body had become one single giant erogenous zone. I guess that relaxed my rectum because Jason really started to hammer my butt then, railing into my tight ass like some lust crazy stallion, making his own sounds above the squishy, sloppy sounds comming from my sore, fucked asshole.
Every few minutes he would withdraw completely and I would feel this massive emptiness and the cool air rushing up my bowels, just breezing in past my gaping bung which felt like an opened manhole, all gooey with Vaseline and pre-cum and my own smelly anal juices. Then he’d thunder right back in, angling himself up high so that his rod gained even deeper access to my pulsing narrow chute. Each time he did this the pleasure grew until soon I was dilerious with erotic sensations.
“Oh! Yes! Fuck my ASS!”
“Gonna take it to the hole….yeah….take it to the -argggggghhhhhh!”
His cock swelled even larger inside of me, than burst. I couldn’t believe his balls held so much cum, as his fiery semen coated the tender inner walls of my rectum I cam again, frantically screaming with uncontrolled joy as he continued to spurt cum into my overflowing ass. When he at last popped out of me , I felt a gush of jizz pour out of my oval anal ring.
Jason laid on the sofa, breathless and sweaty, and I turned to see the contented smile on his face, his leaky rod curled up upon his thigh like a black water hose.
“Shit, Anna, you’re the hottest thing I ever boned,” he said playfully slapping me on the ass. “You really relaxed me.”
“Thanks,” I said , not knowing how else to respond to his compliment, but proud none the less that I carried out the plot so well.
My teammates couldn’t believe that he fucked me three more times- twice more in the ass, but I didn’t tell them about the anal sex. I don’t know some things should just be private. Anyway the next day I was so wiped out I overslept, and almost missed the game.
Jason , however, seemed rejuvenated. When he saw me in my cheerleader’s outfit underneath the basket he smiled and winked. Then he went on to tourch our team for 48 points, gaining the victory and eliminating us from the playoffs. I guess our plan backfired big time, but I didn’t really care because two days later, Jason called and asked me if he could come over to the apartment and see me. I said yes, of course, secretly hoping that his season would never end!