Kysa's Raping
(MM/f, ir, size, cons, preg?)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com 

Kysa noticed the married neighbor lady, Trisha, always had a strange man visit her house several days a week after her husband left for work. If she went outside, she could hear the moaning and sometimes screaming of her neighbor, who was obviously being pummeled by the stranger's cock and enjoying it immensely. Sometimes it was a different man, or two, but most of the time it was this same one.

Kysa wondered aloud, "I wonder if she's hiring male prostitutes to service her?" Once when she was in her bedroom studying, she heard the familiar sound of lovers in heated passion, both grunting and moaning loudly, then her neighbor, Trish, screaming in ecstasy upon orgasm. At times it was frustrating to listen to, knowing that her neighbor was enjoying men who were quite skilled at pleasuring a woman.

One day, while listening again to the endless lovemaking, Kysa developed an ache deep in her belly. An ache that only a real man's cock could succor. Unable to stand her lust any longer, she got up and looked through the window, and noticed the neighbor's blinds were drawn open just enough for her to see a big, muscular man pounding away (with unusually long strokes) at Trisha's pussy. His paced quickened over her for several intense, muscle-tensing minutes. Kysa couldn't believe how viciously this hulk was tearing into the woman's pussy. 'Oh my god,' she thought, 'if only I could find a man like him to do the same for me.'

He forced his cock into her to the hilt, and screamed in orgasm as he emptied his cum inside the cheating wife. Kissing her, he looked up through the blinds and saw Kysa staring at him, squeezing her breasts. To her horror, she noticed their eyes met and Kysa quickly dived below the window. But the stranger made a mental note of her face, and he knew where she lived.

Kysa knew that looking upon her neighbor was terribly and shamefully wrong, but her senses had been awakened with the kind of fucking a girl deserves from a real man. Trisha was no stranger to 'real' men it seemed.

Having witnessed the way he had made love to her neighbor Trisha, she saw a different kind of lust shining in his eyes when their eyes met through the windows. Kysa realized that whatever he had done with Trish was pure play-acting. There was nothing phony about the lust he felt for Trisha's neighbor, Kysa. Seeing her massage her large, full, D-cup breasts lit a fire in his loins. Not that he loved her upon first sight, but she was someone new, different, a pussy to be tried and tested. She looked like the kind of young woman he felt would cause him to have instantaneous erections. With Trish he always held of his orgasm as long as possible, because with her, one was enough to fuck her into oblivion.

The stranger said goodbye to Trish and pretended to leave, but instead walked next door and looked through Kysa's window.  There he found Kysa still impassioned from her own voyeurism. She was lying on a love seat and jerked her blouse from the waistband of her skirt, and now fingers were slipping up her body under the light material, sliding smoothly around her flat belly, then slowly up to her ribs. The stranger watched as her fingers pushed beneath the heavy wire-supported cups of her lace bra to fill themselves with the firm plumpness of her outthrust right breast. She squeezed the large mound of breast, gripping it tightly while at the same time grinding her hips into the love seat. With one flick of her left hand, Kysa's huge breasts were exposed, wobbling from being released from the tight bra.

The stranger, whose name was Carl, noticed his pants tightened uncomfortably as his cock lengthened down his pants leg.

"God what a hot fucking bitch. I have to tell Alan about this chick." Kysa continued her self-love scene, unsnapping her skirt and sinking her hand inside her wet panties, spreading her labia apart, noticing that she was dripping wet. She craved a man to fuck her properly, like Trish got fucked. Lacking a boyfriend, Kysa slid two fingers inside her sweetness, and pushed and pulled her pussy in contorted ways while continuing to knead her breasts, squeezing the pinching her big nipples, as if milking them for a man's mouth. Carl looked around, and finding no angles at which to be seen, he released his huge cock just to relieve the pressure from his pants. Unknowingly, Kysa was working herself into an orgasm that felt so good, her hand drenched in her juices, and thighs and pussy hair now wet, and her breasts being noticeably abused by her own hands.

"Goddamn this chick likes it rough, too!" Carl noted. Minutes later, Kysa came hard, and pulled her right nipple far away from her body during her moaning orgasm. The love seat was soaked. Kysa's breasts were bruised. Carl was rock hard and aching. And Kysa was exhausted.

Carl met Alan, a large muscular black man, at the coffee shop and told him everything about Trisha's neighbor. "This bitch is HOT, man, and god, she's built like you wouldn't believe. I think she likes it rough, too. We should really try to bust this girl, man."

"Sounds fantastic. But how would we do it?" Alan asked.

"How about posing as telephone repairmen? We could get inside her house, fuck her brains out for half a day, then if she likes it, give her more another time."

"Let's do it!"

The scene was set after staking out Kysa's house for a few days. They knew when she'd be home, when the neighborhood would be empty, and when they'd get what they wanted from her.

The day came. They drove up to her house in the van, and knocked on the door. Kysa hurriedly tried to put something on, but managed only a flimsy robe when opening the door.

"Hi Ma'am. We're from Southwestern Bell, and here to check your phone lines. We just need inside for a moment, then we'll be outside on the lines the rest of the time."

"OK, sure, come on in," Kysa said.

Once inside, Alan went to fiddling with the phone jack while Carl stood behind Kysa, watching her. Alan was actually disabling the phone line when Carl came up behind Kysa and wrapped his arms around her tightly, leaning his neck down to her ear and saying, "Don't resist, and you don't get hurt, lady. But we're going to fuck your ass off, and we'll let you go as long as you don't try any shit."

"Oh n-o-o-o-o-o-o, DON'T!! What... ?

Carl picked her up and dragged her back to the bedroom. Standing her straight in front of him, he ripped off her robe, exposing her in nothing but thin cotton panties. "Get them off, too" he said. Kysa, now crying, slid her panties down to mid-thigh, then let them drop to her feet. Pushing her back on the bed, Carl tore off his white logo jumpsuit outfit, exposing his long cock to her.

He quickly spread her legs and dove between them. Looking at her lush, sweet bush, he buried his mouth into her pussy. The beautiful college girl was so ashamed that she couldn't ignore the tongue that was inside her pussy. She brought her hands to her eyes, then took in a deep breath, and without realizing it, dropped them akimbo on the bed. She sighed deeply in guilty pleasure, letting him know how much her body missed what a man could do for her. Kysa couldn't believe she was so quickly letting herself go underneath this man. She no longer cared how wanton or perverted it seemed. She was so close to cumming, so close...

"Please," she begged, "don't stop now... not now... come back..." she whimpered, knowing she would've cum in another few seconds if only the stranger would once again continue his remorseless tonguing of her pussy. That which she had considered so horribly obscene, she now felt as absolutely necessary. Her hot loins undulated, aching to feel his tongue again.

Alan joined between her legs, taking up where Carl left off. "God she tastes good!" he exclaimed as his tongue drove deep inside her. Alan pulled her legs together and pushed toward her breasts, forcing her pussy lips to squeeze his tongue.

Now Carl was crouching above her, his face directly over hers, and she raised her head so that her eyes were able to look greedily at the thickness of his rigidly heavy penis.  It was jutting straight out from his body as he knelt over her.

Next to her, on the bed, she saw Alan sitting down, leaning over her, his face and chin shining with her dripping juices mingled with his own saliva. The sight of his dripping face reminded her of her own sexual frustration, how badly she needed a real man to pleasure her. Her loins began thrusting into the air, seeking the hard, lust-bloated tip of the man's penis. At this moment nothing else mattered other than the terrible aching need that required fulfillment. There seemed like such a wide-open void between her thighs and it required filling, right now.

Looking up at the husky man who'd cheated with her neighbor Trisha, she didn't eve feel guilty about the fact that 'she' was doing with this man what she saw her neighbor letting him do to her.

What did dismay Kysa was the grin on the man's face. It was as if she was able to read what he intended doing to her. He was grinning down at her with an ecstasy of passion, a look of smug delight, as if he was well aware just how much she needed his cock, and so planned on teasing her the littlest bit before finally giving her what she wanted. Kysa was shoved back further onto the bed, her thighs still wide open, her breathing in quick excited bursts of hyperventilating pantings. Her flat belly quaked and heaved as she rotate her hips wildly trying to capture the mushroom-shaped head of his throbbing cock in the traplike flanges of her wet sweetness. The heavily breathing Carl took his time, making sure to carefully elude her, and instead leaned over and allowed his mouth to carefully roam over the large white, palpitating mounds of her heaving breasts, causing her round asscheeks to grind even more impatiently into the softness of the mattress as she gasped.

"Jesus H. Christ! You are only hot little cunt," he gasped in amazement as he raised his face from the roundness of her lovely breasts. "The guy who ends up with you is gonna be one lucky son of a bitch."

In the midst of her overwhelming passion, Kysa began to first wonder if her own attitudes toward sex might have been wrong. Before she had time to clarify thing in her own mind, her thoughts were cut off by Carl's voice, the lust clearly making light sparkles in his eyes as he said, "Right now, I'm gonna make sure 'you're' the lucky one. I'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before. Baby, you have the thrill of a lifetime coming."

Kysa was well aware of the stranger's ability to pleasure women. The feeling of guilt was first starting to return to her mind. 'How in the world would she ever be able to look at herself in the mirror again?' The thought terrified her as the idea grew that she was wantonly and willingly giving herself to these two strange would-be rapists.

"I want to see you move that tight little ass of yours," Carl was telling her. "Now you're going to find out the true meaning of the word 'fuck'."

"Oh no... no... please... Mr. . . " she froze, realizing she had almost said the man's name. She didn't dare.

Carl felt the way she was beginning to abandon herself to him. He grinned triumphantly, knowing the woman was totally in his power, now.

"Come on, gorgeous. Take hold of my cock and put it inside you," he ordered, and was rewarded for having waited this long as Kysa gasped and reached between them in total submission. She wrapped her slender fingers around the stiff cockstalk of his burning penis, and then she hesitated for a moment – one last try at trying to once more be the woman she had been.

"Come on, come on," Carl said, "put the cock inside, already."

Trembling, half in terror of herself for surrendering, and half with desire, Kysa drew the steel-solid cock up the narrow canyon of her asscheeks to the passion-drenched opening that was her sopping pussy. She used the thick, rubbery head to part the full, pouting lips of her pussy, the searing contact sending further shivers of delighted pleasure raging though her trembling body. She held Carl's penis in place at the entrance to her heated tunnel and place her free hand on his asscheeks, tugging with all her strength to yank his rigid projectile all the way into her so it might put out the burning fire of need that was flaring out of control in the flaming depths of her belly.

It was all Carl could do to keep from simply shoving forward now, impaling the beautiful and squirming young college student on the full length of his aching cock. Somehow he managed to control himself, smiling obscenely over her lovely face as he strained with all his willpower to teaser her just a few moments longer.

Abruptly, the wide, licentious grin splitting his face was wiped away and replaced by a wild, uncontrollable, contorted expression of sheer and total animal lust. He was no longer able to take it, staring down at this exciting, lush-bodied girl who was frantically writhing under him like the bitch in heat she was, wit the tip of his almost bursting penis just now beginning to disappear into the pinkness surrounded by her sparse frame of genital hair.

He had to fuck into her right now. He was unable to wait any longer. He fell forward, crushing her large, round breasts flatly against the narrowness of her chest as he slammed his hips harshly forward, sending his streamlined penis far into the dripping walls of her seething cunt. He fired it into her like a guided missile that nothing in the world would stop. He was irresistible force, itself. His drove his cock into her for a good fifteen minutes of vicious, violent fucking, so hard it hurt him, until suddenly with a loud groan, his testicles slammed their full weight against the upturned globes of her rounded asscheeks and his pelvis banged with a bone-shattering jolt into hers, their curly hairs intermingling as his hard, masculine stomach clapped thunderously against the yielding softness of her own belly.

With sudden amazement, Kysa realized she had been able to accept the seemingly huge penis. It had slipped almost easily into her desire-soaked cunt without much pain, and she strained forward again the man, trying to get even more of his wonderful rigidity into her insanely contracting pussy. She began to squirm and wriggle her plump hips from side to side, digging her heels into the bed as she thrilled to the thickness of the impaling penis as it opened her a bit more. Her pussy dilated as her passion continued to mount, and she realized he was big, but not as big as Derek, her occasional black lover, and therefore, not as big as she wished. There were wild cravings in her body created by the sheer masculine scent of the men, and considering how skilled the two roughnecks had been in taunting her body, she felt overwhelmed.

Groaning in wild frustration, she spread her thighs even wider to permit the stranger greater access, but nothing did any good as the lust-goaded Carl, totally unaware she was dissatisfied, began plunging the full length of his 8-inch penis in and out of her sucking cunt, causing tiny gasps of desire to come from her as she ached to feel more. His pelvis continually hammered against her upthrust loins with each savage thrust. Then Kysa groaned again, realizing he was driving her toward her satisfaction by the furious hammering of his thick penis alone, even if the friction was not quite great enough.

Kysa began bucking and churning beneath the stranger, gyrating and twisting her upraised ass even more swiftly as she hurried, anxious to feel completion. What she didn't know was, Carl was so overwhelmed by her, in spite of his having jacked off earlier in the morning when he awakened, his plunging cock began to swell and stiffen without warning. Her pelvic bouncing had been too much for him and he was unable to restrain himself.

"HHHHAAANNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH..., AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGHHHH!" he gasped, and began firing his white seed into her.

"No! No!" she cried. "Wait! Don't! You'll get me pregnant!"

But it was too late. Carl was shooting wildly into her, filling her womb with his seed, then he forced his shrinking penis into her and held it there while his cock finished dripping its seed into her. Kysa was frantic, tightening her cunt muscles viciously to eject the large phallus from inside her, but it only served to squeeze more cum from its softening bulk. Finally, with a last squirt, the last droplet of his semen spurted deep inside her aching vagina.

The stranger gasped for breath and rolled his limp and drained body from the college girl's straining loins. A thin, spiderweb-like string of cum trailed from her trembling thigh over the sheets of the bed to the tip of his penis where it lay limp against his thigh as he rested.

Kysa was angry, wondering why these men were intent to knock her up. She needed a cock, even a stranger's, but she didn't need a baby in her belly as a result. Then a seeming miracle occurred. There was another form hovering over her – a veritable stormcloud of masculinity. She raised her head and realized she was looking at the black stranger called Alan. Her eyes focused on the length and breadth of his shuddering black penis, growing from his hairy loins like the trunk of an oak tree. Her heart began quivering with fear, realizing the sight of Carl fucking into her defenseless, lust-possessed body had swelled the man's cock to even more monstrous proportions than it had been before as he stood in the corner of the room watching the first raping.

THE MASSIVE PENIS WOULD PROBABLY SPLIT HER RIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE.

In an instant all her inner desire completely dissolved from her body as she felt a horrible sensation of utter terror at the thought of what the massive cock would do to the narrow interior of her vulnerable cunt.

"Ohhhh... no!" Kysa whimpered, trembling. "You'll kill me with that thing. You're too big... you're MUCH too big for me..." she gasped, her eyes growing wide with terror as start fear filled her.

The brawny, muscular man merely stood there, looking down at the college girl with mock amusement in his eyes.

"Hey, I'll bet it's bigger'n anything you've had before, eh?" Alan laughed. He was taunting her with a loud chuckle, evidently amused at the thought of what he intended to do to her. "All you white girls want black cock, but when you see one between your legs, you start crying like a child. Hey, don't worry, little girl. It may take a little while, a little pushing, a little force, a lot of grunting, but your cunt is well-greased with Carl's cum, so somehow we oughta get my cock into you. Honey, when we do, you'll first find out what fucking is really about."

Without further delay, Alan lowered his bulk across her slender belly, the thick stiffness of his hard cock surging hotly against her trembling belly. He lurched his body downward until the mushroom-shaped, gleaming, crimson head forced apart the wet lips of her cum-drenched pussy. Kysa shut her eyes, trembling with fear as she felt the first thrilling – and terrifying – contact with her still eager pussy. For what seemed like forever the lovely college student held her breath, not daring to make a single move that might cause the black man to start his motion into her.

She soon learned that no matter how still she remained, there was no way to avoid the inevitable rape. It had to happen. The man slowly began pushing. Kysa gasped aloud as she felt her tender soft labia swell and open around the huge black 11-inch penis trying to push into her tight cuntal opening. The elastic-rimmed vaginal tightness resisted for a half minute, finally giving way before the continuing and relentless pressure of Alan's thrusting hips.

"Aaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!" Kysa screamed, feeling a strong, harsh virgin-busting pain, her eyes screwing tightly shut as the massive, lust-bloated penile club suddenly slipped through her cruelly and painfully distended vulva, making her feel as if her thighs were about to give birth and be ripped open.

Above her, Alan shoved again; pushing harder, and the tortured girl began to wildly toss her head, thrashing it swiftly from side to side on the firm mattress as the formidable shaft of cockflesh sank another cruel inch into her.

"Huuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!" she gasped. "Ohhhhhhhhh no more... no more...  please... please... no more... you're killing meeeee...."

The sound of her agonized pleading was like music to Alan's ears. He enjoyed this. The man almost always took a certain sadistic delight in hearing white girls beg him to stop once he starts pouring his big black cock into them. By then it was too late for them to back out. He literally had them by the short and curlies, and a cock like his was capable of bringing even the most stubborn bitch to her knees. Hell! After all this time even his wife still had a tough time taking it. As far as he was concerned, no elephant in the world had a cock more mammoth than the one sported between his thighs. He loved stretching their little pussies, which usually were only accustomed to fucking little white boys. Only the ones with really elastic flesh ever had their cunts snap fully back to normal. From the tight way this one's gripped his super thick shaft, he was certain her cunt would eventually snap back to normal, too, though he intended playing with it a little more before letting her go. He grinned, wearing a smile of triumph as he loomed above the exciting, writhing mass of delicious femininity that was his to do with as he pleased. Take a deep breath, he flexed his hips forward again.

"Aaaaayyyyyyaaaggghhhhhh... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o... . no mmmorrrre... . you're hurrrrrtttiiiinnnnnnnnng meeeeeeee..." Kysa gasped, her voice strained in agony, feeling as if her delicate labia were being stretched so much, there about to tear and bleed. Her eyes jerked open and she looked straight up at his face, seeing him grin sadistically at her. She felt sever pain from the tremendous stretching, and in shocked fear she realized he was enjoying her pain, savoring it like a gourmet might savor a feast. He was torturing her beyond endurance, and he was enjoying himself. The man was delighting in the spectacle of her suffering under his mercilessly cruel impalement as he continued to enlarge and widen her defenseless passageway.

Her pain-filled eyes stared at him and saw the licentious smile abruptly fade as the man reached down and grabbed her white, flailing thighs, gripping her behind the knees and shoving them roughly back against her breast, crushing her large breasts against her chest, knocking the breath out of her lungs as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders so that her ankles were wedged tightly behind his neck.

Before the exhausted college student's mind had time to register the sudden terror she was feeling, Alan, his face a mask of savage lust, slammed forward with every ounce of strength in his hips and thighs, sinking his incredibly swollen penis all the way into her. It surged harshly forward, driving the smoothly wet flesh of her vaginal walls before it in quivering waves, going deeper and deeper, 9 inches, 10 inches, 11 inches, until she felts the weight of his heavily swinging testicles smack smartly against her squirming upturned asscheeks and anus. She jerked her body deeper into the mattress in a van attempt to avoid the continually vicious impalement.

"Ohhhhhhh... myyyyyyy... Goddddddddddd! She screamed, her throat raw with hoarseness as she writhed and wriggled compulsively in sheer, blinding, inescapable pain. Her impaled torso was pinned helplessly against the barely yielding surface of the firm mattress, her asscheeks making the deepest indentation. Alan's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders and the muscular weight of his powerful body was crushing her knees back against her large swollen breasts, making them look like blobs of white pudding against her body. Kysa felt as if her swollen cunt had been torn into a million shards of flesh, as though his heavy black penis was about to push its way through her belly into her throat, and out her mouth as the massively thick cockhead pressed into her cervix. She felt every vein and ridge on the heated iron of solid cock muscle and flesh as it so completely and thoroughly filled and stretched the vulnerable inner recesses of her shuddering cunt, twitching and throbbing inside her until she was finally convinced it was incapable of jerking hard enough to tear right through the tortured walls of her recess.

Alan felt confident she had never been so utterly and completely filled in her life, at least not by the little college boys she'd been used to fucking. He gloated to himself as he lay still for a moment, keeping her completely pinned in her shameful and humiliating position. He held the massive black cock as deeply inside her as he could push it, Kysa's aching moans and hyperventilating breaths singing to his ears. A lewd grin caused his mouth to split open as he stared down at her. The face of this beautiful bitch that had allowed he and Carl inside her house was twisted with agonized pain because of his brutal thrusting into her. She kept her trembling body absolutely still, as if terrified the slightest movement on her part would once again fill her with unimaginable agony. Her palms were pressing against his hips, clearly trying to hold him back from once again driving his thick, huge instrument any deeper into her widely stretched pussy.

Alan lifted himself a little and looked down between their bodies to where his thick pubic hairs were tightly entangled with the soft, sparse moss covering her vaginal mound. The thick stump of his weighty cock was barely visible sticking out of the moist, pink furrow he had tongued into fiery receptiveness before Carl had fucked it. Carl was staring too as he lay next to Kysa, breathing heavily, letting his strength slowly flow back into him. Alan felt a certain amount of pride knowing how jealous Carl must feel because his own cock was incapable of reaching all the way inside, stretching the lips of a woman beyond endurance, and eventually pleasuring her like no other ordinary man could. Yeah! This was the way to fuck a woman.

Kysa wriggled helplessly, feeling miserable as she lay beneath the black man, tearing pain now slowly beginning to lessen just the smallest bit as her distended inner cavern slowly accustomed itself to the massively long and thick intruding penis. She flexed her rounded buttocks in a renewed, but once again futile attempt to dislodge the invading member, the clenching of her belly muscles appearing to arouse and excite Alan even more because he continued to plunge his throbbing cock even deeper into her vainly struggling and resisting passage.

Then, despite the continuing onslaught of pain and agony, the needs of her body began to assert themselves again, demanding the fulfillment it had been too long denied. The hard, fistlike ball of his cockhead was pressed firmly against her cervix, letting her sense every heatedly wet fold of flesh along its amazing length. The tickling hairs of his heavy, cum-filled balls, dangling in her anal crevice made her writhe and wriggle as she smelled the sweet odor of Carl's cum where it was trickling out of her stuffed pussy, coating her inner thighs and asscheeks. Then all these sensations seemed to roll themselves together into one huge feeling as a great mass of fiery need involuntarily as new, lascivious thoughts began flashing across Kysa's brain. It was as if the pain had been suddenly and miraculously transformed into only an infinitesimal part of some far greater enjoyment her body had been seeking since the dawn of her puberty.

Alan pressed his muscular body against hers and covered her mouth with his own searching lips, slithering his greedy tongue deep into her mouth, stifling the low groans of commingled pleasure and pain forming in her heaving chest. The man's thick, burly shoulders pushed against the backs of her diamond-shaped calves, and he kept her locked in that position as began plunging in a series of lengthy spearing strokes into her wildly reawakening loins. The delicately moist walls of her burning cunt began to tightly cling around the length of his huge, thick, black stalk, hungrily devouring it, her hips lifting upward to swallow the entire length of the man's lust-swollen penis. His huge balls flailed against her sperm-soaked anal crevice, making the sensitive area tingle and contract as she responded with a slow, rhythmic undulation of her own to meet the hulking long cock's skewering strokes.

Reaching down, Alan insinuated his hands between the bed and her full, white, rounded asscheeks, cupping the lush orbs in his spread black fingers and palms, tugging them far apart as he kneaded them. The moons of her lush asscheeks were flexing and unflexing. They responded lewdly to the wantonly lustful manipulations of the man's working fingers. Her jerked them harder to his loins and gloated in triumph as he felt her pulling her thighs farther back toward her belly, allowing the wetly slippery hold of her vagina to flower open and swallow up his massively thrusting cock to even greater depths.

The pain had disappeared almost completely now. What little there was left seemed to no longer make any difference to Kysa. The other feelings, those of lust and desire, were so much stronger now. Kysa's tongue worked itself deeper into Alan's mouth as small mewling sounds of wanton thrills began seeping from her chest into her throat, and from there into the man's gobbling mouth. She tasted the essence of her own juices as she licked his tongue and lapped his palate. Her leg muscles quivered and shook in totally uncontrolled abandon from the tremendous stretching from his huge 11-inch cock. There was nothing left in her pleasure-awakened mind but the delicious sensation of lying her under this brawny man, this muscular hulk, who was powerfully fucking her hot cunt into complete oblivion of thrillingly depraved sensuality.

Alan thrilled to her wetly flat smacking sound each time his loins sweatily clapped against her asscheeks and loins, as the complete pulsating length of his thickly aroused penis sank completely into the greedy rictus of her sucking cunt. Suddenly he withdrew his deeply embedded cock farther and farther, until only the very tip of the huge black head rested tauntingly inside her. Then, with a hard, strong forward plunge, he slammed the full length back into her, using all his strength to draw even more groans from the college girl now deranged from lust. He started a continuing series of long, hard strokes into the narrow container that was her hotly steaming cunt, slamming his weight testicles solidly against her little anus between the wide split valley of her lush asscheeks each time he pounded forward.

The lust-incited Kysa grunted and gasped incoherently beneath the panting black man as the clinging moistness of her inner sheath tightly clung to the huge lancing solidity of the black cock as the heated shaft raced in and out again and again, lubricating it with more and more of her juices and his leaking precum. The powerful black man continued driving his clenching loins against her, and Kysa strained against him, striving for the ultimate peak in sensation.

Abruptly, Kysa became aware through the haze of her mounting passion of continuous movement to the side of her. She turned her head and saw Carl on his knees nearby, his penis semi-hard, held in one hand while his other hand was tugging on her chin, trying to pull her mouth open.

'C'mon baby," he said to her. "You proved you can fuck. Now let's see how well you can suck."

Kysa clamped her lips together, determined not to do any such thing, but the man was not to be denied. He pushed harder and harder against her lovely face, the pressure of his penis against her closed lips making the organ stiffen even more. She already felt drops of precum coating her lips. Carl dug his fingers into her cheeks, pressing on the hinges of her jaw, feeling her lips parting little by little until, very abruptly, with an especially hard lunge from the merciless cock fucking into her cunt, she gasped, opening her mouth, and Carl's thick prick pushed through her startled lips into the softly wet center of her sucking mouth.

The wildly excited Carl clamped her cheeks viselike between his palms, and he immediately began driving his cock in and out her mouth like a riveting machine. His lust-swollen balls slapped harshly against Kysa's cheek and chin, the soft hairs covering his large sac tickling her face like a feather. It was a struggle simply to breathe, and the twice-impaled college student only managed to catch small gasps of air each time the two penises simultaneously withdrew from her heated sheath and mouth on the outstrokes.

She was being debased as never before, yet the aphrodisiac in her bloodstream was stronger than ever, and instead of despising what she was doing, Kysa suddenly realized how much she was enjoying it. She sucked and pulled and even gently chewed on the stiff cock in her mouth, unable to understand why she was so willingly sucking. It was one thing to 'let' the man fuck her mouth. It was something else entirely to actually suck his cock. Was she a masochist? No! No! Masochists loved pain and there no pain involved in this anymore.

Alan knew he was unable to hold back his cum much longer. The girl was theirs, completely theirs, and she knew it.

The saliva in Kysa's mouth was becoming thick from all the precum seeping from Carl's cock. The man's hips were writing and wriggling as if he was being electrocuted. The electricity seemed to pass from Carl to her and she felt her entire body building to an orgasm like an electric wire being overloaded and about to melt. Kysa strained for the release her body so badly needed,, and then Alan was bellowing, "AAARRRR-GGGHHH...  AAAAGGGGHHHHH... UUUNN-UUUNNGGHHH!" He was firing incredible amounts of black seed into the deepest part of her womb, but Kysa had reached the point of no return. She twisted her loins tightly against the huge squirting black penis in her seething cunt, and suddenly every muscle in her body tensed, quivering, and then snapping like a taut violin string that had suddenly broken. For over a minute, the black stranger fucked her ragged, limp body viciously as he continued to pour his dark seed directly into her womb. Kysa was in a daze, knowing that his seed was going to find one of her eggs and make her pregnant right at this very moment of orgasm.

"UURRRRGGG... GGLLLLMMMH-HHHH... HAAAAA-WWGGGG... GGGGHHHHLLLL-MMPPHHHH!" she gasped, her mouth crammed full of Carl's cock as her orgasm charged through her with inundating waves of pleasure and delight. An enormous amount of hot cum seeped from her cunt and ran down her thighs as she continued pumping up and down, her squeezing cunt milking every last drop of the black man's fertile seed from his immense penis. Her mouth pulled even more strongly on Carl's penis, and then he was screaming, "EEEEYYYYYAAAGGG-GGHHHHHH... THATTTAWAYYYYYYY BABBBBBY..." and began shooting what few drops of cum he had left down her throat. Without realizing it, Kysa sucked, as she did so, she thought about what a foolish girl she'd been all this time, to have waited so long and denied herself the cock she deserved inside her body.

Finally their orgasms ended. The two men lay on the bed on either side of Kysa until they had rested awhile. Then they rose, and began putting on their clothing.

Kysa was a veritable mess. Her hair was wet from sweating over Alan's big cock, her whole body was covered in a mixture of sweat and cum. Her lips dripped with Carl's cum, and her gaping pussy was steadily leaking some of the incredible load that Alan's black cock had poured into her womb.

Kysa worried aloud. "Oh my god, I can't believe you jerks came so much, and inside me at that! Why did you have to cum inside me? I have a bad feeling I'm going to get pregnant over this; I know I am. I just wonder if the baby going to be white or black?"

Kysa knew which baby she wanted, though – the one with the larger cock, the black one!



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