Fat Teen Crush
-- by lightswitch © March 2008

[F/F, nonconsensual/reluctant/seduced, white female(s),
black female(s), interracial, romance]

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Synopsis: A fat high schooler develops a "crush" on a pretty brunette classmate.
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Colleen sat on the old wooden bench, brushing a strand of
sienna-colored hair from her eyes as she munched an apple and
listened to her friend’s tirade.

“It’s not *fair*!” Ashley protested loudly, her long blonde
ponytail lashing about as she threw her head back. “My folks wait
until I’m in my senior year and *then* tell me that they expect
me to pay ten whole percent of my college expenses?!?”  The
beautiful blonde girl stomped her foot, in anger. “Does this body
look as if it were made for manual labor?!?”

Colleen regarded her friend. “Nope,” she admitted, taking in the
beautiful blonde’s slender figure. Ashley stood about 5’7” tall …
a few inches taller than Colleen … and was absolutely gorgeous.
Everything about the attractive cheerleader said “Princess.”

“You were made for the catwalk,” Colleen conceded, “not for
apple-picking.”

Ashley seemed somewhat mollified. “THANK you!” she huffed. “Bad
enough there’s no suitable jobs to be had in this town for
someone of my caliber; but having to apply for *farm work* …!”
She shuddered.

The brunette smiled sympathetically. “Just be glad there’s an
orchard nearby,” she said. “It’s late in the year and most of the
summer jobs have already been taken. We wouldn’t have had a
chance to apply for *this* one, if we hadn’t rushed here directly
from school! Lucky that Sally Owens told us about the two
openings, here!”

Ashley scowled, looking down at her cheerleader outfit she hadn’t
had time to change from. “This is *so* demeaning!” she
complained.

Colleen repressed a smile as she threw her apple core towards the
old shed, behind the bench.  She leaned back, relishing the feel
of the late-afternoon sun on her pale skin.

“You deserve better,” she told her friend, hoping to placate her.
“But getting these jobs will be better than nothing. And
remember: We don’t have them, yet!”

The cheerleader smiled. “We will,” she said, striking a pose and
batting her eyelashes, theatrically. Colleen chuckled, but felt a
twinge of resentment.  Ashley was complaining about “menial
labor” and paying a small fraction of her expensive college
tuition; but Colleen didn’t even have that good a situation –
even though her tuition would be a fraction of Ashley’s, at the
State University, the pretty brunette’s family wasn’t wealthy,
like Ashley’s. Colleen was going to have to pay *all* of her
expenses.

Colleen sighed and pushed her glasses back into place with her
index finger.  “No sense being envious,” she told herself. “It’s
not Ashley’s fault we come from two different worlds.”  Colleen
realized that, if anything, it was unusual for someone from
Ashley’s background to be friends with someone of a
“lower-Middle-Class” background.”

“I suppose I should be thankful for what I get,” the pretty
brunette sighed to herself.

Her friend nudged her out of her reverie.

“Hey,” Ashley whispered, “look down there!”

Following the cheerleader’s pointing finger, Colleen saw two
figures approaching, from across the field.  It took her a while
to place them.

“Brenda and Dakota,” the pretty brunette said, adjusting her
glasses and squinting into the fading sunlight.  Two sophomores
from their school. Both were considered outcasts: in addition to
being the only black girls at Springfield High, they were also
both extremely fat.

“They’re coming to steal *our* jobs!” Ashley declared,
indignantly, forgetting for the moment how she had been turning
her nose up at the positions, only a few minutes earlier.

“Come on!” Colleen urged, tugging at the blonde’s gold-trimmed
sleeve. “We’re closer to the farmhouse. We can run up there and
talk to Old Man Owens before they even get close!”

Ashley was staring off into the distance, watching the
approaching fat girls.  A malicious smile was starting to slowly
spread across her face.

“I’ve got a better idea,” she murmured, squatting to pick up a
rock. “When they get close, I say we pelt them with stones and
teach them a lesson!”

Colleen was horrified.

“ASH-ley!” she admonished. “What are you talking about?!? They
haven’t done anything to us!  And besides … you want to throw
*rocks* at them?!?  Someone could get seriously hurt!”

The beautiful blonde gave her friend a sulky look.

“OK, OK!” she said. “No rocks.”  Ashley stooped and picked up a
brown, mushy apple that had been lying on the ground. “How about
we pelt them with apples?!?”

Colleen scowled. “No!” she insisted. “They haven’t done anything
to us! We are NOT going to throw *anything* at them!”

The beautiful blonde gave her a mean smile. “*You’re* not going
to throw anything at them!” she corrected, gathering fallen
apples. “*I* am going to hide behind the shed and teach them a
lesson, when they get close.”

The pretty brunette frowned. “Oh no you’re not!” she said,
standing in front of her friend, hands set defiantly on her hips.

Ashley arched one perfectly plucked brow. “And *you’re* going to
stop me?” she asked in a soft, dangerous whisper.

Colleen paled, suddenly aware of how much bigger and athletic the
mean-spirited cheerleader was. Truth be told, Colleen knew there
was no way she could physically prevent Ashley from carrying out
her attack.

“Well *I* am not going to be a part of it!” the pretty brunette
declared, turning up her nose and starting towards the farmhouse.
“*I* am going to go get a summer job!”

The cheerleader snorted and hunkered down behind the shed,
waiting for her prey to get within range.  Colleen ran towards
the farmhouse, wanting nothing to do with the altercation that
was about to occur.

* * * * * * *

Surprisingly, the application had only taken a few minutes. Upon
hearing that Colleen was a schoolmate of Sally’s, Old Man Owens
had grinned and told her that one of the two positions was hers –
she could start this coming weekend and go full-time once the
school year ended.

Colleen smiled in triumph as she walked back down the rickety
front porch steps. This was a huge relief!  She really needed
this summer job, if she was to go to State in the fall!

Her smile faded as she looked over at the old shed, less than a
hundred yards away.  Ashley had gathered a big pile of rotten
apples and was lurking behind the shed, peering eagerly around
the corner.

Less than a hundred yards farther away were Brenda and Dakota.
The two black girls were close enough that Colleen could make out
their features clearly.

Brenda was the smaller of the two, at about 5’7”.  She was really
quite pretty, in a strange way.  She wore her hair long and
surprisingly straight, it’s rich black sheen complementing the
deep ebony of her skin.  Brenda had large, fat breasts that
sagged under their own enormous weight, and sported even wider
hips.

The other girl, Dakota, almost made Brenda look svelte. Dakota
was taller, at around 5’10” and probably had more than 50 pounds
on her shorter friend. The big girl wore her hair close-cropped
and natural – looking like a covering of coarse, black sheep wool
on her head. Her skin was darker than Brenda’s.

Both of the black girls were about 16 and wore the school
uniform: Blue plaid skirts that barely covered their ample asses,
 white blouses that strained to contain their fat tits, and
bright red ribbons tied around their necks.

Both of the fat girls were favorite targets for bullying. Dakota
fought back, physically beating any white girl foolish enough to
cross her. Brenda was more mild-mannered and Colleen had
intervened on more than one occasion to halt some form of
sadistic teasing or tormenting. It wasn’t that she had any
special affection for Brenda – it was just that she hated seeing
people picked on for no reason.

Colleen watched Ashley heft a particularly large apple, as the
two younger girls neared.

“Ashley!” Colleen shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her
friend. “Don’t you dare throw that!  You leave them alone!”

The black girls halted, looking at her.

The cheerleader turned, glaring. Then she hopped out and lobbed
her missile at her targets.

Besides throwing like a girl, Ashley was too far away to be
effective.  The apple bounced off Dakota’s right arm.  The irate
blonde turned to vent her spleen on her friend.

“Colleen, you cunt!” Ashley shouted. “Why’d you have to warn ‘em?
 I’ll bet I could have nailed both of them right in their nappy
heads if you hadn’t opened your fat mouth!”

It stung to be lashed by her friend’s angry words, but Colleen
knew she was in the right.

“Don’t be such a bitch!” Colleen scolded, continuing to walk
towards her friend. “They didn’t do anything to you!”  She got to
within five feet of the angry cheerleader before she stopped, a
reproving frown on her face.

“Why do you have to be such a goody-…” the beautiful blonde
whined, until she was rudely interrupted.

Distracted by Colleen’s scoldings, Ashley never saw Dakota
steamroll down on her.

“*Oof*!” the blonde grunted, as the big black girl slammed her
shoulder into the white girl’s unprotected side.  Ashley was
thrown several feet, landing hard in the dirt.

Before anyone could react, Dakota had leapt on Ashley and was
pummeling her with her big, meaty fists.

“You white-trash bitch!” the big girl spat, punching the pinned
blonde in the head as she straddled her chest. “You wanna start a
fight? Fine, then, bitch … we fight!  But *I’ll* finish it!”

Colleen jumped to try and pull the two apart, but felt strong
arms wrap around her from behind.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she heard Brenda murmur, as the reverse
bear-hug tightened around her chest. “I can’t let you interfere.
That little blonde bitch needs to be taught a lesson.”  Colleen
struggled briefly in the big girl’s grasp before realizing the
futility. Slowly, she went limp in the black girl’s arms,
allowing the fat girl’s tight embrace to immobilize her.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Dakota was sitting on Ashley in a
schoolboy pin. The black girl’s big knees pinned the smaller
white girl’s shoulders.  Colleen could barely see Ashley’s
beautiful, pale face, almost hidden between the younger girl’s
enormous ebony thighs.

“Not so tough now, are ya?” the black girl mocked, slapping the
beautiful cheerleader’s face repeatedly. “Big girl, throwing
apples from a distance. Not so tough now, one on one, though, are
ya!”

Ashley’s face was florid from the weight of the fat girl sitting
on her chest and from humiliation.  Tears rolled down her flushed
face as the black girl continued to slap her.

“Get *off* me, you fat cow!” the cheerleader grunted, unable to
take in a full breath, with the big girl straddling her breasts.
“You’re fucking crushing me!”

Dakota sneered meanly. “You got a big mouth, white girl!” she
snarled. “Personally, I think you *like* it!  I think you *like*
having me sit on you. You’re getting’ off on it, aren’t you!”

The black girl’s skirt was hiked up high on her thighs and
Colleen could see her white-panty-clad crotch resting on the
blonde’s chin.  Ashley’s blue eyes widened in horror and disgust.

“Get your fucking cunt outta my face, you fat, black dyke!” the
cheerleader tried to shout, but ended up gasping.

Colleen saw an angry look flash across Dakota’s face, which was
almost immediately replaced by … some other expression.

“Well, well,” the fat girl chortled. “So you know! How long you
known I was a lesbian?”

Ashley’s face went pale and her eyes widened even more.

“That’s right, bitch,” Dakota murmured, a mean sneer plastered
across her face. “I *am* a dyke. A fat, black dyke!”  The big
girl began edging up higher on the pinned cheerleader’s body.

“And you got your pretty white face between my legs!”  The big
girl looked down at the pinned blonde, a look of undisguised
sadistic lust on her face.

“So whatchu gonna do, Blondie?” she whispered. “Whatchu gonna do
for this big, fat, black dyke, huh?”  Dakota was now sitting on
Ashley’s mouth, her big panty-covered crotch covering the bottom
half of the pinned white girl’s face.  The beautiful blonde’s
nose was wedged into the dent Dakota’s panties formed over the
younger girl’s pussy.

Ashley’s eyes were wide with panic and revulsion, obviously
realizing that the only thing standing between her lips and the
black girl’s pussy was a thin layer of almost sheer cotton.

“MMMMPH!” the frantic blonde protested, her words muffled by the
fat girl’s crotch. “Mmph MMPH mm!”  The pinned white girl
struggled to free herself from under the fat black teen.

“What’s that?” Dakota asked, sweetly. “You say you like sniffing
my panties? You say you want more?”

The cheerleader’s nose *was* wedged firmly into Dakota’s
panty-covered pussy and the struggling blonde wrinkled her nose
in disgust as she squirmed desperately.

“MO!” she tried to scream. “Mome’d mmt mom mo maysh!”

The fat black teen smiled widely. “OK, baby,” she grinned, moving
up to cover the squirming white girl’s features with her crotch.
“I’ll sit on your face.”

Colleen sucked in her breath as she watched the fat black girl
settle down on the helpless blonde’s beautiful face.  Ashley’s
features … her entire identity … was lost between the fat girl’s
thick ebony thighs.  The pretty brunette was shocked to discover
she’d become wet and was panting with arousal, as she watched.

“What … what’s the matter with me?!?” Colleen gasped to herself.
“This can’t be turning me on! It can’t be!”

But it was.

The sight of the fat black girl dominantly straddling her
friend’s face had Colleen’s pussy throbbing with excitement. 
“Dakota’s pussy …” Colleen thought, mind fogging with lust,
“pressed right up against Ashley’s beautiful, smug little face …
!”  The pungent scent of the black lesbian’s arousal would be
filling Ashley’s nose … the taste of the fat teen’s juices
seeping through her panties … moistening the arrogant
cheerleader’s pouty lips … !

She groaned and let her head drop back against Brenda’s shoulder.
“Why?” Colleen croaked drily. “Why are you doing this to me?”

The big black girl cooed sympathetically. “No baby,” she purred
softly, her breath hot and moist against Colleen’s ear. “I’m not
doing anything to you; I’m just keeping you out of harm’s way,
now that Dakota is on the warpath. There’s no reasoning with the
girl when she loses her temper, and your little cheerleader
friend there has really set her off!”

Colleen was shocked to feel a gentle kiss on her ear.

“No, baby,” Brenda whispered. “I’m just keeping you safe.”

Had the fat black teen just … kissed her? Colleen’s head was
spinning.

“You’ve always been good to me,” Brenda continued, her voice a
soft purr in the white girl’s ear. “You’ve never been mean to me,
like your nasty friend there. You’ve always been nice … always
looked out for me. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Brenda unexpectedly spun the pretty brunette around to face her.

“I love you, Colleen,” the fat black teen whispered. “I’ve always
loved you!”

Colleen looked at Brenda, uncomprehendingly.

“She … loves me?” the pretty brunette thought, dazed by all that
was happening. “*Loves* me? She’s … she’s a lesbian, too?”

Brenda wrapped the dazed white girl into a tight embrace and
pressed her lips down on the pretty brunette’s.

The kiss took Colleen by surprise, shooting pleasurable waves
through her already over-heated pussy.

“This can’t be happening,” Colleen thought, mind reeling. “I’m
not a lesbian! I don’t get excited by other women!”

Only … she was excited. Seeing Dakota dominate Ashley had made
Colleen’s pussy throb with arousal like she’d never felt before.
And now … Brenda’s thick, full lips … pressed down on hers … the
fat teen’s tongue probing into the slender white girl’s mouth …
the almost electric feeling of pleasure she could feel mounting
between her own incredibly slick pussy lips … !

Love?

Brenda loved her?

She’s never contemplated such a thing before. Loving another
girl? A black girl?  A fat black girl, who, though several years
younger than her, had taken control … was dominating her …
seducing her?

“Impossible!” Colleen’s mind told her.  But her dripping pussy
made the argument sound weak … feeble.

“No!” Colleen gasped, breaking the kiss and turning away from her
seductress. “No, I’m … I’m not a lesbian!  I’m … I’m not excited
by other girls!”

She found herself staring at the two girls who had been fighting.

They weren’t fighting any more.

Dakota was still sitting on Ashley’s face, but the fat black teen
had reversed position, facing the still-pinned white girl’s feet.
Colleen could see that the crotch of Dakota’s panties had been
pulled to one side and Ashley’s beautiful white face was wedged
deep between the big black girl’s ass cheeks.

The cheerleader’s skirt was up around her waist and her pink
panties were down around her left ankle of her widespread legs. 
Dakota had two fat fingers buried in the blonde’s snatch, while
her big, dark thumb rubbed firmly against the white girl’s clit.

Ashley remained perfectly motionless, her face deep up Dakota’s
ass, as the fat black teen masturbated the now-pliant white girl.

Colleen felt her eyes bug out as she watched.

“This …” the pretty brunette gasped, “… this can’t be happening!”

Her arrogant blonde cheerleader friend – the spoiled little
princess who enjoyed bullying her social inferiors … was
thrusting her shapely hips up like a wanton slut, eager for the
rough handling she was getting from the young lesbian pinning
her. Even more humiliating, the privileged white girl was
obviously getting close to climax … in spite of having her
beautiful face being stuck deeply up the black girl’s fat ass.

“In spite of Dakota’s fat ass on her face?” Colleen wondered. “Or
… because of it?”

Ashley was definitely nearing climax. The crazed white girl was
thrusting herself lewdly against the dominant black girl’s
probing hand … the jerky movements of the blonde’s head clearly
indicating that she was happily rimming the younger girl’s
asshole.

“Looks like Ashley’s been ‘turned,’” Brenda whispered, embracing
Colleen from behind. “I think things are going to be very
different for your friend, from now on.”

Colleen shuddered as she felt Brenda’s hand slip under the pretty
brunette’s skirt and cup her sex.

She knew that her panties were soaked from her unwanted arousal.

“Looks as if things are going to be very different for you, too,
baby,” Brenda murmured, tracing her tongue along the quivering
white girl’s ear.

Ashley’s body was thrashing under Dakota’s, pushed over the edge
into a perversely powerful orgasm.  The beautiful blonde’s legs
flayed the air as the fat black teen pounded the blonde’s
spasming pussy with her big, meaty hand.

Colleen felt her own juices dripping down her leg as Brenda
pushed the crotch of the pretty brunette’s panties aside to
directly cup the white girl’s throbbing sex.  Colleen gasped and
stood on her toes, stiffening at the unexpected pleasurable
probing.

“No,” she whispered, more to herself than to her dark seductress,
“I’m not a lesbian!”  Brenda cupped the white girl’s chin and
pulled her head back, enveloping her in a passionate,
open-mouthed kiss.

Colleen lost all ability to resist … lost all thought of
resistance.

Turning in Brenda’s arms, never breaking their kiss, Colleen
returned the fat black teen’s embrace, pushing her own tongue out
to meet her seductress’.  She clasped one of Brenda’s fat, ebony
thighs between her own slender white legs and began thrusting
herself lewdly against her black lover.

She opened one eye in time to see Dakota helping Ashley to her
feet. Silently, the big black girl led the now-submissive blonde
into the nearby shed.

Colleen’s hands fumbled at her black lover’s blouse, popping
buttons as she tore at the big girl’s top.  Pulling the big,
loose blouse open, she exposed Brenda’s massive dark melons,
imprisoned in the tight confines of an enormous white bra.

Colleen tore at the clasps futilely, trying to rip the bra apart.
 patiently, Brenda reached back and helped her with the
fastenings.

The big swathe of fabric fell away and Brenda’s huge tits fell
free. Colleen almost swooned as she watched the black girl’s fat,
round boobs bounce free of their prison.  Breaking their kiss,
the pretty brunette dropped her head to greedily suckle at the
fat teen’s large breasts.

Brenda slowly and carefully unbuttoned the lust-crazed white
girl’s blouse and unfastened her bra, freeing her white lover’s
full breasts.  Skirts and panties soon joined the pile of
clothing.

Colleen dropped to her knees and ripped off her glasses, burying
her pretty, pale face deeply into the fat girl’s dark, hairy
muff. The pretty brunette inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of
the younger girl’s aroused sexl.

Brenda lovingly stroked Colleen’s luxurious, brown hair as she
let the pretty white girl go down on her.

Colleen could hear Ashley’s screams of animal pleasure, coming
from inside the shed as Dakota had her way with the now-willing
blonde, driving Colleen’s -excitement even higher.

Brenda placed one fat dark leg over the kneeling white girl’s
shoulder, and then the other, straddling the pretty brunette’s
face as she stood over her.  Colleen was in heaven, her pale face
pushed deeply into the black teen’s sopping pussy, the heat and
aroma driving her wild.

The lusting brunette found the fat girl’s thick, throbbing clit
and wrapped her lips around it – sucking it like a miniature
cock.  Brenda moaned and pushed herself harder against the
submissive white girl’s face.

Eventually, Colleen was rewarded by a gush of hot, sticky juice
on her face. Brenda groaned loudly as she climaxed, pressing the
white girl’s pretty face deeply between her spasming pussy lips.
Colleen licked and suck furiously until the exhausted black girl
stepped away, sated.

Dakota, now fully dressed, was just exiting the shed.  the big
black girl chuckled and a broad smile creased her face as she
took in the nude brunette, kneeling before her naked black
friend.

“Looks like you got yourself a girlfriend, too, eh Brenda?”
Dakota laughed.  The fat black teen made her way up to the
farmhouse.

Colleen padded over to the shed door and tentatively peeked
inside.

The air was hot and stale, stinking of leather and musty hay.

Inside, she found Ashley, nude, suspended by her wrists with
thick ropes, looped over a massive metal hook set in the ceiling.
 The cheerleader’s eyes were closed and she hung, panting to
catch her breath. Her beautiful face, still smeared with cunt
juice, looked as if it had been rubbed raw and the blonde
triangle between her pale legs was damp and matted.

Brenda and Colleen helped get the exhausted cheerleader down and
the blushing blonde quickly dressed and fled, without saying a
word.

Colleen was almost beside herself with pent-up arousal … seeing
Ashley hanging there like that … fucked … taken … used … !

“Please,” the pretty brunette whimpered, laying herself on the
bare dirt floor of the shed and fondling herself with
frustration, “I need to cum!”

Brenda smiled and knelt beside the trembling white girl. Slowly
she reached out with one big, dark hand and began stroking the
brunette’s quivering pussy.

“Please …” Colleen whispered, choking with desire and shame, “use
me … like Dakota used Ashley …”

Brenda smiled lovingly and nodded.  She threw one fat leg over
the supine white girl, settling down to pin the trembling
brunette’s pale shoulders with her thick, dark knees, as she
faced the white girl’s feet.

Colleen shook with uncontrolled lust as she watched the dominant
black teen reach back to spread the cheeks of her wide, fat ass.

Brenda sat back, slowly yet firmly, and Colleen felt her pretty
pale face engulfed in the warm, soft, smothering depths of the
fat teen’s enormous black ass.  Within seconds, the pinned
brunette felt two fat fingers slid effortlessly up her sopping
pussy and a strong, thick thumb press down firmly on her
throbbing clit.

Colleen sighed, knowing that she would climax like a cluster bomb
long before she passed out from lack of air.

* * * * * *

“What do you want for breakfast?” Colleen called out, seeing
Ashley stumble from one of the two bedrooms in their little
apartment.

The beautiful blonde looked exhausted and haggard.

“Coffee,” she croaked. “Black.”

Colleen chuckled and began measuring out the grounds.

It was still a bit embarrassing, even now, to think about: It was
almost a year since that fateful encounter in the orchard, but
both Colleen and Ashley had become “girlfriends” of the two fat,
black high school girls. Even though both white girls were older,
it was the two younger girls who were dominant in all aspects of
the relationships.  The white girls had gotten an apartment about
two months ago and the younger teens had moved in and taken over.

Brenda padded out of the other bedroom. She grabbed Colleen, who
squealed in mock dismay until the fat black teen cut off her
protests with a long, deep kiss.

The spatula slipped from the brunette’s nerveless fingers as she
succumbed to the bigger girl’s passionate kiss.

“You look like hell, Blondie,” Brenda chuckled, breaking her kiss
to glance at Ashley.

Ashley regarded her with bleary eyes. “Your fucking friend is
going to fucking kill me,” she muttered, adjusting her robe to
hide the myriad purple welts and “love bites” that marred her
slender, pale, once-perfect body.

“Bitch!” came Dakota’s voice, drifting from the bedroom Ashley
had just left, “didn’t I tell you to get me some breakfast and
then haul your skinny white ass back here?!?”

The haggard blonde gave her companions an imploring look before
chugging her coffee and piling a plate full of food.

“Coming!” Ashley called wearily, tucking several napkins under
her arm.

“Hurry it up, slut!” Dakota yelled from the bedroom. “I still got
some stress to work off from yesterday!”

Ashley scowled. “I *said* I was coming, you fat black dyke!” she
shouted, hurrying off to the bedroom.

Within seconds, the two girls in the kitchen heard shouts, cries,
and the sound of breaking dishes – followed by the unmistakable
sound of an open palm repeatedly smacking flesh.

Ashley’s cries rang down the hall.

“Bare-hand, bare-butt spanking,” Brenda sighed. “Poor girl never
did know when to shut up.”

Colleen laughed and raised up on her toes to kiss the bigger
young girl.

“It’s Ashley’s fault,” the pretty brunette laughed. “Who knew she
liked it ‘rough?’”  The beautiful blonde’s cries of pain had
transformed into moans of pain and pleasure, though the
persistent smack of a strong hand on a curvaceous bare ass never
let up.

“How ‘bout you?” the fat black teen murmured, suckling the white
girl’s neck. “You like it rough?”

Colleen laughed. “You know how I like it,” she chided. “Besides,
you don’t have it in you to be rough.”

Brenda chuckled. “You’re right,” she said. “Our relationship is …
different.”  She sucked harder on the pretty brunette’s neck,
leaving a mark.  Colleen sighed, happily, pleased to have been
marked by her lover.

“Still,” the white girl sighed, a flush of arousal spreading
across her pretty, pale features, “it does get me hot, listening
to those two carry on.”

The big girl slid her hands into the older girl’s robe, pushing
it off the white girl’s shoulders and letting it drop to the
floor.

“I know what you want,” she whispered.

Colleen trembled, feeling herself go moist. She allowed herself
to be lowered to the floor.

Brenda stood over her, tossing her own robe aside.  The big black
girl had just turned 17, but towered over the older white girl.

“So big,” Colleen thought, shaking in anticipation as the big
black girl squatted over her face. “So dominant.”

Brenda knelt on the white girl’s shoulders, facing the white
girl’s feet.

Colleen panted with excitement as she watched the dominant teen
reach back and spread the cheeks of her fat, black ass.

“Yes,” Colleen whispered, as her pretty white face was engulfed
in the younger girl’s voluptuous, dark backside. “You do know
what I want!”

The pretty white girl began eagerly rimming her girlfriend’s
asshole as the big black girl slowly started to finger-fuck the
pinned brunette.

Neither were worried … Colleen always climaxed hard, way before
she passed out from lack of air.

Down the hall, Ashley was already screaming in mindless pleasure,
punctuated only by Dakota’s persistent grunting.
