Curiosity Killed the Pussy

This story is the result of a poll I had a while ago. I'm kind of a slow writer. it's not my best, and is kind of dumb. Trigger warnings include interracial sex, incest, rough sex, and a public school teacher encouraging her young students to act like sluts. Enjoy, or don't. 

If you notice any spelling errors or grammar errors, I'd appreciate it if you noted them. Spell-check doesn't seem to work on my computer for some reason. 

Pristine City High School was a public school, and therefore should have adjusted its syllabus to some sort of national standard, but the city of Pristine, Virginia was a small, conservative, Republican, Christian, and overwhelmingly White little vestige of Old America, the America of the 1950s, of apple-pie, baseball, Sunday school, sock-hops, and casual racism. It even looked like it was stuck in time. The girls feathered their hair, wore baggy sweaters, and skipped to school while singing songs that were years out of date. The boys wore button-up shirts, coiffed their hair, and always held doors open for the girls. 

Things were finally changing for Pristine, Virginia though. The modern world couldn't be kept out forever, not with the internet and smartphones and shit like that. No. The real world was starting to ram its way in, like a big hard cock into the reluctant but eager pussy of a horny little virgin girl. Just the tip at first, but all it took was a tip to pop a cherry. 

That 'tip' took the form of a beautiful Latina woman with long raven hair, big black eyes, thick pouty lips, long thick legs, buttocks the size of two medicine balls, and the biggest pair of tits in the county. This woman was twenty-nine year old Mercedes Espina, Pristine City High School's new sex-ed teacher.  

"The average size of the human penis has been asserted to be five inches, by most studies," Ms. Espina told her class of blushing eighteen year olds (Pristine was so conservative that sex-ed could only be taught to legal adults, even if they were still treated like children). "The same studies also indicate that there is no significant difference between the average penis size of different racial groups . . . But . . . Well . . . Speaking from purely anecdotal experience . . . that's not true."

As Mercedes Espina taught her sex-ed class she gave some very obvious indications that she was aroused. She smiled when she talked about penises, and she often slipped by calling them 'cocks.' She licked her lips when she talked about orgasms, and when the subject of clitoral stimulation was discussed, she'd press her legs together as if trying to stop her pussy from dripping on the floor. Mercedes Espina didn't dress in an explicitly erotic manner, but her body was impossible to constrain. Her ass filled up her tight skirts so snugly that the material stretched when she walked, and it threatened to burst whenever she bent over to pick something up. Her big brown breasts were the size and shape of watermelons, and her nipples were so stiff that they showed through multiple layers of clothing, leaving clear indentations even on her jackets. 

The students in her class were having trouble maintaining their composure. They were all White, Christian, athletic, and sheltered. They all had healthy young bodies that were bubbling over with hormones, but none of them had the mental tools necessary to process these overwhelming sensations. Only a few of them had any sexual experience at all. Some of them had barely started masturbating. Listening to Ms. Espina talk about 'cock's was enough to cause a few boys to cream their pants, and more than a few girls left wet spots on their seats by the end of the class.

Ms. Espina had them all fucked up.  

"Although everyone has their preferences," Ms. Espiona continued, "I personally have always found that larger cocks—I mean 'pensis'—are more stimulating and pleasuralbe when inserted into the woman's pussy—I mean 'vagina.' Larger penises possess a certain . . . How should I say this . . . 'Aesthetic' quality that conveys a more arousing expression of masculinity than a tiny little feminine penis can. We went over orgasms yesterday, so it shouldn't be a surprise that a larger penis has less trouble stimulating more nerve-endings than a smaller penis, but even a large penis is useless if attached to a boy who doesn't know how to tap a g-spot."

A hand shot up. It belonged to the smallest eighteen year old girl in the class. Spunky and adorable little Kitten Cumsfield. Blue-eyed, blond, pig-tailed, perky, giggly, flat-chested, round-hipped, and as cute as a cherry soaked in sugar, Kitten was very much the sort of girl a town like Pristine tried to raise. She was innocent, infantile, naive, and totally oblivious to even the most basic realities of sex, but she was curious. Oh God . . . This little pussy was curious. 

"Ms. Epina! Ms. Espina!" Kitten waved her hand. "I have a question!"

"What is it, cupcake?" Ms. Espina smiled like a hungry lioness down a stupid lamp. Kitten was one of her favorite students. She loved how curious, eager, and excited Kitten was to learn everything there was to know about sex, and Espina was eager to teach her. 

"How will you know if a penis is doing a good job? You know, during sex?" Kitten asked.

"Oh, trust me, honeysuckle. You'll know. Good sex is . . . Messy."

A few of the girls sighed loudly at that thought, and the boys bit their lips. A nerdy girl with braided hair named Georgina Wallace was doing her best to hide the fact that she had one hand down her skirt and was loudly fingering herself, but everyone other than Kitten in the class knew. They pretended not to know though, as to not embarrass Georgina. They were all feeling what she was feeling, and no one was going to bully her about it. 

Kitten's hand shot up again, causing her almost non-existent breasts to bounce a bit on her chest. With tits as small as her's she didn't require a bra, but that meant that her nipples poked out a bit. 

"Another question, baby?" Ms. Espina asked. 

"Um . . . Yeah. About the average penis size being five inches . . . Um . . . That seems kind of big?"

Ms. Espina laughed. "Big? Five inches? Oh, baby. No. No, no, no, no. I wouldn't call a penis big until it reaches seven inches at least, and even then a seven-incher isn't anything to brag to your friends about. Eight or nine inches, that's a good range that'd I'd recommend for most beginners. Ten, eleven, or twelve . . . Even thirteen . . . That's what I like."

There was a lot of murmuring in the classroom. All of the boys looked down at their crotches with shame. Not a single one of them was larger than six inches. Not . . . A single . . . One. 

Kitten's hand shot up again. "Really? But . . . But my friend Timmy . . . I've seen his wiener a couple times and . . . Um . . . It only gets to be about three or four inches . . . Even when he plays with it."

Ms. Espina had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. "Oh . . . Poor boy. As I said, some demographics of people produce men with smaller penises than others, and although there's nothing wrong about having a small penis, there's also nothing . . . Well . . . It's a lot better to have a big one. Trust me, cupcake."

Kitten raised both her hands, practically jumping out of her seat. "Ms. Espina! Ms. Espina! So who has the largest penises."

The class went silent. The girls all inhaled and looked around at one another. The boys hung their heads in shame. They had all heard the rumors. They had all read the writing on the walls of the bathrooms. Pristine City High School was not a very diverse campus . . . But it did have a few Black students.

Ms. Espina couldn't just blurt out the answer though. She strutted over to Kitten's desk, her high-heeled shoes clicking loudly against the floor. She leaned over to whisper into the girl's ear, causing her mammoth brown breasts to nearly swallow Kitten's cute face. Ms. Espina's breath was hot and sweet. Kitten vaguely imagined herself kissing her teacher, but she knew that girls weren't allowed to kiss other girls. Ms. Espina put her big juicy lips right up to Kitten's little white ear, and whispered "Ask your big sister. She knows all about who has the biggest cocks."

#

Kitten Cumsfield felt funny as she left Ms. Espina's sex-ed class. She always felt funny after being around Ms. Espina, like there was a tickle in her tummy, but deeper than her tummy. Her pussy would always misbehave as well by getting her fresh panties all wet and uncomfortable. Sometimes Kitten would just take them off and go skinny for the rest of the day. No one would know, except for the one time a big breeze blew her skirt up, and she accidentally flashed her pussy to the entire baseball team. Kitten's little bean was the worst of all. Normally it was tiny and pink, but by the time she got home from school it would be swollen and almost red, like a big angry cherry. Kitten tried massaging her pussy to make it feel better, as Ms. Espina has suggested, but Kitten didn't know what to do, and achieving orgasm was something that only happened by accident for her. She had thought about asking her big sister or her mom for help masturbating, but that was too embarrassing. 

These feelings were worse than usual today, as she walked home with her books in her arms and her wet panties in her backpack. The warm summer air felt good on her bare pussy, and she wondered if she'd ever bother with panties again. 

"Hey Kitten! Want to walk home together?"

Kitten turned and saw her best friend Timmy Thompson running along after her. Timmy was a cute boy. Brunette, green-eyed, freckled, and cherubic. Kitten and Timmy had been friends since they were little babies. They had even taken showers together, and their parents sometimes spent the night at each others' houses. Someone at school had called Kitten's and Timmy's parents 'swingers,' but Kitten didn't know what that meant. All she knew was that her mommy really, really, REALLY liked Timmy's daddy.  

"Yeah. Do you want to play video-games at my house?" Kitten asked. 

"Cool."

As the walked together Timmy prattled on and one about a wide range of topics, but Kitten wasn't listening. All she could think about was what Ms. Espina had told her about penis sizes, and the image of Timmy's tiny three-inch nub kept popping up in her mind. She had seen Timmy naked hundreds of times. Timmy was reason she had learned that boys and girls were different down there. 

"Hey Timmy," Kitten interrupted. 

"What?"

"Can I see your penis?"

#

"It's not very big," Kitten said glumly as she knelt on the floor between Timmy's legs, who was sitting on her bed with his shorts and underwear down at his ankles. His penis wasn't erect yet, but it quickly got there as Kitten took her finger and jabbed it into Timmy's smooth hairless testicles.  

"Um . . . Well," Timmy stuttered, but he had nothing to say. He had seen all of the other boys in school naked by now, either in the lockers or at the lake. He was the smallest of all of them. Most of the other boys had six-inch penises at least. Only a few got bigger. 

"Will it get bigger if I play with it?" Kitten asked. "Ms. Espina says that they get bigger the more stimulated they are."

"Um—"

Kitten didn't wait for Timmy's answer. She took his little penis in hand—well, between her thumb and forefinger—and began jerking it like she was playing with the world's smallest slide-whistle. Timmy moaned loudly and his toes curled. No girl had ever played with his penis before. A couple boys, but Timmy was very secretive about the games that he and his male friends got up to during their sleepovers. Timmy's nub grew as big as it ever would. Three-and-a-half inches. The disappointment on Kitten's face was apparent.

"That's it?" Kitten grumbled. "I want to see a big one. I want to see a penis that's ten or thirteen inches, like the kind Ms. Espina likes."

Timmy whined. "Thirteen? That's insane! Kitten, any dick bigger than eight inches is like . . . a MONSTER! There aren't any boys in our school with a penis larger than nine, not even the Black boys."

"Black boys?" Kitten asked, one of her eyebrows arching high up on her cute forehead. "What do the Black boys have anything to do with this?"

Timmy looked like he was about to cry. "You don't know? I mean . . . It's kind of a stereotype . . . And it is not always true . . . My friend Martin is Black and his is only six inches . . . But  . . . Um . . . You know."

Kitten grabbed Timmy's nuts and squeezed them, perhaps unconsciously. "No. I don't know. Tell me."

Timmy whimpered. "All the girls in school say that the Black boys are the biggest, and that they're way bigger than the White boys. It's kind of true for a couple of the Black guys in our school, but not alway of them. Still . . ."

"'Still' what?"

"Marcus's penis is nine inches," Timmy said as if that fact hurt his feelings. "That's kind of why he's so popular with the cheerleaders. They take turns with him. And Coach Jackson . . . I don't know how big he is, but sometimes he takes Heather from the volleyball team . . . You know, the redhead girl with the really big butt . . . He takes her into his office and he has sex with her so hard that she can't play volleyball afterwards. Heather's boyfriend got really mad at her for having sex with the Coach, but Heather just laughed at him. She told everyone that her boyfriend's penis was only as big as her hand, but that Coach Jackson's cock was as big as her forearm. She dumped her boyfriend after that, I think." 

Kitten's innocent little brain was boggling from a landslide of sexual revelations. Black boys had big penises? Black boys were better at sex? Sex? Sex? SEX? There was that much sex going on at school? All of the cheerleaders were having sex with Marcus? Coach Jackson was having sex with the students, and no one was stopping him? The reason that Heather broke up with her boyfriend was because she wanted to have sex with Black men? Was this what Ms. Espina had been insinuating? 

"Oh my golly gosh!" Kitten realized as a little lightbulb went off in her vacant airheaded skull. "My sister! Chloe! She's dating a Black boy! Come one! Let's go!"

Kitten got up and tugged on Timmy's arm, pulling him out of her bedroom even though his shorts and underwear were still around his ankles and his little nub-penis was sticking out. 

"Where are we going?" Timmy asked as he struggled to get his shorts back up.

"My sister's room!" Kitten said. "To look for clues! I want to find out how big her boyfriend's penis is."

#

Kitten's older sister Chloe was twenty years old and a freshman at the nearby state university, which she had received a generous athletic scholarship for thanks to being an Olympic level runner, jumper, and pole-vaulter. She was kind of quiet about it, but Chloe was probably going to be on the U.S. Olympics team next year, which was how she had met her current boyfriend, Clayton Big. Clayton was also a track-and-field athlete. His events were mostly shot-put and the discus, either of which he could throw further than anyone in the state. Their relationship had apparently begun with some drama. Chloe met Clayton for the first time in college, while she was still dating her first boyfriend and high school sweetheart, Chad Underbelt, who was a handsome—though boring—football player. Kitten didn't know the whole story, but she knew that Chloe began cheating on Chad with Clayton, and that when he found out their breakup got really embarrassing for him. Chloe was neither embarrassed or ashamed at all. She paraded Clayton around town like he was her new pet, and she brought him home all the time to hang out by the pool. Kitten got the impression that their father was not a fan of Clayton, but their mother was, and Kitten's mother was the real boss of the house. If she liked Clayton—and she did—then Clayton stayed. 

"What exactly are we looking for?" Timmy asked as he stood awkwardly in the middle of Chloe's room. He had never been in any girl's room before, other than Kitten's, but she didn't really count. Chloe was a 'real' girl. She had pictures on the wall of her and her friends at the beach, some of them wearing nothing more than thongs. Kitten's room was all pink and filled with stuffed animals, whereas Chloe's was messy, smelled slightly of marijuana, and littered with dirty underwear. Chloe even had a rather large vibrator just sitting on the nightstand by her bed. Kitten passed by it without registering what it was. Perhaps Kitten didn't even know what a vibrator looked like. 

"I don't know," Kitten shrugged. "Condoms maybe."

"Are Chloe and Clayton having sex?"

Kitten shrugged. "I'm sure they are, but not here probably, because of Daddy. Chloe and her ex-boyfriend Chad use to have sex all the time at his house, and Mommy was okay with it, and Mommy likes Clayton a lot more than she ever liked Chad, so I don't know, but I'd imagine that Chloe and Clayton are having lots and lots of sex, yeah."

Timmy felt his penis twitch a little. He was staring at a photo of Chloe and Clayton together. It looked like the photo had been taken right after a sporting event. They were both sweating and scantily clad. Chloe was wearing nothing but a tight crop-top and a skimpy pair of running shorts. Clayton was shirtless, wearing only his shorts, which bulged obscenely in the crotch. His chest was a wall of dark ebony muscle, and his shoulders were twice as broad as Chloe's. She was a tall girl, but her head only came up to Clayton's chin, making him look like a giant. Chloe was hugging Clayton with her hands planted on his chest. The look on her face was positively orgasmic, with sleepy blue eyes and a big bright smile. Her long blond hair was tied up in a messy bun, with long golden strands sticking to her sweaty forehead. The picture was innocent enough, but there was a very loud erotic subtext to it. Chloe's sweaty happy face looked like that of a woman after a really, really, REALLY good fuck, and the smug smile on Clayton's face said "Yeah, I fucked that bitch."

That's when Kitten and Timmy heard the front door to the house open and slam close. 

KItten gasped. She looked out the window and saw a big yellow jeep. It was Clayton's car. 

A moment later Kitten and Timmy heard two pair of footsteps coming up the stairs, as well as the sound of kissing and heavy breathing. 

"Is anyone home?" a deep masculine voice asked from the hallway. It was Clayton. 

"Doesn't look like it," Chloe responded, her voice all hot and husky. "Kitten must be at her little gay friend Timmy's house. Mom will be home soon, but she won't mind us fucking in my room. Daddy's out of town till Monday."

"Finally," Clayton said. "I've been dying to fuck you in your own bed for once."

"My room might be messy."

"I don't give a shit. It's going to be a lot worse when I'm finished smashing you into the floor."  

"Mmmmmm," Chloe moaned. "Do it. Fuck me! Fuck your slut! Fuck your stupid little White whore!"

Chloe and Clayton were inches from the door when Kitten grabbed Timmy by his wrist and pulled him into her sister's closet. She gently closed the closet at the same time that Chloe's door swung open. Clayton was carrying Chloe. He opened the door by slamming her back against it. They were both already half undressed, with Clayton in nothing but his shorts, and Chloe down to her bra and tight jeans. Kitten and Timmy could see everything. The door to Chloe's closet was a screen of widely spaced horizontal wooden pallets. They watched as Clayton dropped Chloe on the floor, and she knelt before him like a pagan priestess before an altar to a erotic god, kissni his stomach and yanking impatiently at his shorts, pulling them down, exposing his rock-hard buttocks. 

Kitten was about to find out just how big a penis could be. 

#

"Holy fuck," Kitten gasped at the sight of Clayton's cock. Kitten had only used vulgarity on a handful of occasions in her entire life, and this deserved to be one of them.

When Chloe yanked Clayton's shorts down to his feet, his cock sprang up like the arm of a muscular dwarf, smacking Chloe in her chin so hard that it made her teeth click. Clayton's penis wasn't 'big,' or 'huge.' Those words were too small for it. Clayton's cock was 'mammoth.' It was 'gargantuan.' It was 'herculean' and 'cyclopean.' Kitten would need a thesaurus to describe it adequately. She couldn't even guess at the length of it, because Clayton's cock protruded from his muscular waist like a mutated third-leg, but it was easily a foot long, and probably longer. It was the thickness that really horrified Kitten though, which was a quality of cock she hadn't even considered before. Clayton's cock was as thick as a soda-can, so thick that when Chloe wrapped her hands around the shaft her fingers couldn't make it all the way around. Kitten couldn't believe that Chloe was smiling as she kissed and licked at Clayton's helmet. The bulbous knob was as big as an apple, and so black that it was almost purple. Chloe began shoving it into her mouth, and it looked like her jaw would dislocate. 

"Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck," came the noise from Chloe's throat as she bobbed her head down on Clayton's python. "Gluck, gluck, guck," she went as the bulbous knob struck the back of throat and bulged in her neck. 

Clayton chuckled. "Damn, baby.  You love that big black cock, don't you?"

Chloe popped off his dick with a wet smack, her lips dripping with long strands of drool. She was crying a little. Crying with happiness as well as from the asphyxiation. 

"Fuck yeah," Chloe laughed. "I love your cock so fucking much! I love it more than—"

Clayton grabbed Chloe's head and rammed his cock back down her throat, silencing her. She began bobbing her head more rapidly now, really choking on it like she didn't care if she survived or not. Her cheeks turned bright red and tears rolled from her eyes. Clayton reached down and tore her bra off of her chest, breaking the clasp, and causing her perky breasts to bounce like two milky white balls. Chloe had perfect breasts. They were quiet large compared to her slender waist, but they held up nicely thanks to her broad shoulders and powerful back. Her nipples were small and pink, and they were incredibly sensitive to being touched, which was evident by the way she reacted when Clayton grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it. 

Chloe came off his cock again and screamed. "OH! FUCK!" 

Chloe's legs were shivering. She was cumming. There was no mistaking it. She had achieved an orgasm just from sucking her boyfriend's massive ebony penis and getting her nipple twerked. Chloe was so turned on that her pussy was on a hair-trigger. She fell on her ass and spread her legs. Kitten and Timmy could see a wet spot growing on the crotch of her skin-tight jeans. It looked like she was peeing herself. 

"Did you squirt already?" Clayton asked. 

"Sorry," Chloe wept. She looked embarrassed, but she couldn't stop laughing or smiling. Her orgasm was tickling her whole body with electric shocks. "I . . . I've been super horny lately. It's the heat"

"It's okay. Don't be embarrassed. I love how responsive your body is."

Clayton leaned over and gave Chloe a deep tongue-filled kiss that was loving and gingerly, but then he leaned back up and literally slapped his big wet cock against Chloe's face. Chloe didn't seem to mind though. She laughed as he rubbed his huge shaft over her mouth and eyes, smearing her own spit over her face. She stuck out her pink tongue and began licking it. She shoved her face into his massive testicles and sucked on the leathery scrotum. His big black balls were each as large as a lemon, too large for Chloe to get into her mouth, but she sucked on them anyway, and she moaned with satisfaction at the salty taste. Clayton lifted one leg onto the bed, giving Chloe room to move underneath him, and to Kitten's shock, Chloe began licking his taint and anus. 

"Damn," Clayton laughed. "It always amazes me how filthy you White girls are, but I'll be damned if you aren't the filthiest slut I've ever met, Chloe."

"Thanks," Chloe said, and went right back to sucking ass. 

"Did you ever do shit like this for Chad?"

Chloe laughed. "Don't insult me. The only kind of sex Chad and I ever had was amatuer level missionary, but that was his fault. He didn't give me a lot to work with. His cock wasn't big enough to penetrate me at any fun angels. It just kept falling out. That White boy had no stamina either. He always blew his little load long before I was even close to cumming. He couldn't have eaten a pussy to save his life. I can't believe I wasted so much time on his pasty white ass."

"Yeah. Speaking of eating pussy . . ."

Chloe squealed when Clayton leaned over and picked her up off the ground as if she weighed no more than a doll. He spun around and dropped her on the bed, then he pulled her skintight jeans off and literally tore the panties off of her body. He threw the ruined thong at the wall, and it was so wet that it made a little 'splat' sound when it hit. Clayton then pried Chloe's legs open, exposing her perfectly smooth and waxed pink pussy, and he dove in. Clayton ate Chloe's pussy with the same enthusiasm that she had bobbed on his cock with. It was only a matter of seconds before Chloe began to scream and shake. 

"OH GOD! YES! YES! FUCK ME! YES! EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY, YOU GOD!" Chloe screeched, screamed, and squealed as her pussy began to erupt like a geyser all of Claytons' face and chest. She was squirting again, and she was squirting a lot. Clayton's tongue turned her pussy into a sprinkler.

"Enough of this foreplay shit," Clayton said. He picked Chloe up again and flipped her over, pushing her tits into the mattress, her face into the pillows, and pulling her ass up over the side of the bed. He spanked her. SMACK! Then he pried her thick buttocks open and pushed the tip of his cock against her dripping pussy.  

"Go slow!" Chloe begged. "Not as hard as last time, please!"

Clayton sneered. "No."

He entered her and went balls-deep with a single thrust, his cock probably shattering her cervix in the process and punching the bottom of her stomach, if not sailing all the way up into her brain and striking her retarded. Chloe inhaled sharply but couldn't scream yet. Clayton fucked her hard and fast, driving his disturbingly large penis in and out of her pussy like a piston, and she took it as well as a woman of her build could,but this was like a big black stallion fucking a little white lamp. 

One one hand, it seemed as if their bodies were made for each other, judging by the way that his cock went fully to the hilt with every thrust, and her pussy gushed freely with lubrication. On the other hand, they were so different in size, shape, strength, and color that their sex almost seemed like bestiality, though Kitten couldn't decide who the animal was, Clayton or her sister. Clayton was big, herculean, and as black and dark chocolate. Chloe was graceful, beautiful, feminine, flawless, blond, and as white as milk. They looked like the two finest specimens of two entirely different species, making their sex perfect and yet taboo at the same time. 

Clayton fucked Chloe so hard that the bed rocked back and forth, causing the heavy headboard to slam against the wall. Pictures began falling off of the walls, and the things that Chloe had on her shelves rolled off. Clayton was fucking the whole room, not just Chloe's pussy.

Inside the closet, Kitten felt like she was about to pass out. Her whole body was numb with arousal and shock. She began groping herself, and she barely recognized the feeling of her own hands. She pulled her little crop-top up and looked at her breasts. They were as flat as ever, but her nipples stood up like little rosebuds, and when she touched them she almost peed her panties. Realizing how wet her pussy was, Kitten pulled her skirt up and peeled her panties down to her knees. She didn't recognize her own vagina. It was swollen and wet, like an overripe peach, and it kind of hurt. She felt like it was going to pop, and although she kind of wanted it to pop, she was afraid of what would happen.

Timmy say Kitten taking her clothes off, and he couldn't help himself. He pulled his shorts down his ankles and began beating his little dick like he wanted to break it. He wasn't even looking at Chloe and Clayton anymore. He was solely focussed on his best friend discovering herself, and he knew more than anything that he wanted her to take his virginity. 

"AAAAAAGHH!!!" Chloe screamed as Clayton destroyed her. She was cumming for a third time in less than thirty minutes, and this one was really fucking her up. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, her body was dripping with sweat, and she was no longer in control of flailing arms and legs. Clayton had fucked her so hard that her body and mind were breaking. 

"Fucking . . . BITCH!" Clayton roared. He came inside Chloe with so much hot white lava that it filled her completely and erupted from the rim. She was on the pill, but Clayton's semen was so thick and fertile that he wouldn't have been surprised if she somehow got pregnant anyway. Clayton had inherited that from his father, a wandering philanderer who had impregnated some dozen or so women up and down the state. Clayton had never met any of his half-siblings, but he knew he had them, and most of them had White or Asian mothers. Clayton was the only one who had come from a Black woman, which was why his father considered him to be his only 'real' son. The others were just fuck-babies. Clayton would not become like his father though. He would dedicated himself to a single woman, and only have kids with her, but he would breed her like a fucking dairy cow and keep her pregnant for most of her life. Chloe was going to lose her Olympic career when that happened, but so be it. A woman's place was on her back, either taking a cock in, or pushing a baby out. Clayton was going to show Chloe her place.  

Clayton pulled out. He was still ejaculating. Thick ropes streamed over Chloe's buttocks and back, so thick that they clung to her wet skin like glue. He rolled her over and shoved his cock between her breasts, firing a few more ropes across her chin and face, striking one of her eyes, and filling her mouth with enough semen for her to chew on. The last bit he spent on her breasts, and he used his cock to rub it into her skin like lotion. Chloe was still weak to control her arms, but she managed to get her hands onto his cock, and she weakly stroked it. 

"God . . . Damn," Chloe gasped, her mouth sticky with semen. "You're going to kill me one of these days, Clayton."

"Yeah . . . Sorry."

"It's okay," Chloe laughed. "I'd die happy."

In the closet, Timmy realized his was going to cum too. He wasn't good at holding back, and he often came prematurely. Whenever he and his male friends had a circle-jerk, he was usually the first one to pop, which got him a bit of teasing from the older boys. Timmy wanted this premature pop to matter though, so he leaned over and rubbed his cock against Kitten's naked thigh. 

"Kitten," he whispered. "Touch my penis! Please!" 

Kitten looked confused and disgusted at the little penis rubbing against her leg, not far from her enraged pussy. The mental switch of staring at Clayton's BBC to looking at Timmy's little pasty nub was shocking. She said. "NO!"

Timmy came anyway, and although it was a large load for him, it was only about a twentieth of the semen which Clayton had just produced. Timmy's little threads of watery cum fired across Kitten's legs and stomach. One managed to strike her breasts, and it dripped from there down to her pussy. She didn't have to worry about getting pregnant though. Timmy would learn soon that he had a pitifully low sperm-count, and would probably never be able to successfully impregnate a woman on his own.   

"Timmy!" Kitten whined. "GROSS!"

Kitten hadn't even realized how loud she had screamed, not until the door to the closet opened, and Clayton's massive black cock swung into face, slapping her so hard that she was essentially knocked out cold. 

#

When Kitten regained her senses she found herself sitting on a pillow by her sister's bed. Chloe was next to her, still buck naked and covered in semen. She was rubbing a warm washcloth against Kitten's face. Kitten realized that her left eye was swollen. Clayton had accidentally cock-smacked her face so hard that she was going to have a black-eye.

Timmy hadn't moved far. He was cowering on the floor, shorts still around his ankles, his little nub sticking three inches towards the ceiling. He was gazing up at Clayton with a terrified expression, like a worm looking up at a god. Clayton was a giant compared to him, and Clayton's semi-flaccid pensi hung so low that it nearly touched Timmy's face.

"What the fuck were you kids doing?" Clayton asked.

"It was Kitten's idea!" Timmy whined, afraid that Clayton would hit him with his dick. "She wanted to see how big a Black guy's penis was!"

Clayton looked over at Chloe and they both chuckled. 

"Oh, poor horny little baby," Chloe laughed. "Are you finally getting curious about boys?"

Kitten sniffled her nose and nodded. "I . . . Ms. Espina . . . She seemed to say that Black boys had bigger penises than White boys . . . And that they were better . . . So . . . So I don't know. I just wanted to see." 

Chloe giggled. "Well, Ms. Espina was right. You know, she teaches at the college too. She's my African-American Studies professor. She's the one who encouraged me to cheat on Chad with Clayton. I really owe her a lot."

Kitten sniffled. She had no idea. She felt so stupid. 

Clayton strode over, his big dick slapping between his thighs like a meaty pendulum. Kitten was so afraid of it that she hugged her big sister tightly, even though Chloe's face and breasts were covered with semen.  

"This little bitch is eighteen, right?" Clayton asked. "I ain't fucking with no kids."

"Relax, stud," Chloe said, giving Kitten a little kiss on her lips to calm her down. "She turned eighteen five months ago. She's a virgin though. Unless Timmy over there finally got up the nerve to pop her cherry. How about it, Timmy? Have you been getting your little dick wet in my sister?"

Timmy shook his head. 

Chloe snorted with disgust. "Well, good. I think you've missed your chance though. I don't think Kitten's going to be settling for any 'fun-size' candy bars anytime soon, not when she's seen a good a 'king-size' candy bar can be. Right, Kitten?"

Kitten bit her lip. She didn't know what to say. Her blue eyes were wide with awe, fear, and respect for the massive appendage hanging inches from her face. She held her arm up just to compare it. Clayton was as big as her forearm, and his knob was as big as her fist. 

Clayton smirked. "Looks like the little bitch is thirsty for some big black dick. I guess that runs in your family, huh?"

Chloe bit her lip and smiled. She hugged her little sister tightly, and she grabbed Kitten's chin so she could turn her face away from Clayton's cock. Chloe kissed Kitten again, but not in a sisterly way this time. Chloe pushed her tongue into Kitten's mouth, french-kissing her, forcing Kitten to taste the thick salty cream of Clayton's cum. Kitten gagged a little at first, but she realized instantly that she loved the taste of it, and she began sucking on her sister's tongue just to get a little more of it. 

Chloe broke the kiss and whispered into her little sister's ear. "Honey . . . Do you want Clayton to fuck you?'

Kitten looked apprehensive and afraid. She didn't say 'no' though. 

"I know it looks big, baby," Chloe said. "I know it looks like it'll rip your pussy in half and pop your tummy, but trust my, it won't. Clayton has fucked lots of little White and Asian girls, so he knows how to do it really well. Clayton won't put the whole thing inside you. Just the tip at first, and he'll see how much you can take. It'll feel amazing, sweetie, I promise. There's nothing in the world that feels better than a big, hard, heavy, thick cock in your pussy. Nothing."

Kitten looked up at Clayton's cock one more time, and then she nodded. 

"Good girl," Chloe said. "Get on the bed."

#

Chloe couldn't contain her giggling as she stripped her little sister naked and put her onto the bed, right in the warm wet spot where she had orgasmed a few minutes before. Chloe pushed Kitten onto her back and pried her legs open to get at the little eighteen year old's panties, which she peeled off slowly. The panties were wet. Her sister's little pussy was soaked. Kitten was breathing heavily and covering her flat chest with her arms. Chloe reassured her by rubbing her chest and even bending over to kiss her little pink nipples. 

Chloe was less kind to Timmy. She took Kitten's panties and threw them at him, striking him in the face. 

"Put those one," Chloe ordered. 

"What? Why?" Timmy whined, holding the panties up to his face. 

"Because you're a prissy little cuck, and prissy little cucks wear panties. Besides. That's the closest I think that you're ever going to get to my sister's pussy ever again, so put them on and enjoy the show."

"N-n-no!" Timmy whined. 

Chloe got deadly serious. "Timmy. Put those panties on right now, or I'm going to go to my mom's room and get the biggest dildo she owns, and I'm going to ram it so far up your ass you'll be tasting my mom's pussy in the back of your throat."

Timmy's lower lip trembled. He could tell that she wasn't kidding around. He stood up, kicked his shorts off, put Kitten's wet panties around his ankles, and he pulled them up until the tiny triangle of damp cloth covered his tiny package, and the skimpy rear dug into the cleft of his buttocks. Timmy nearly cried. He felt humiliated and demasculinized, but he also felt . . . Right. 

"That's a good little cuck," Chloe sneered. "Now sit down and keep quiet. You can watch and fiddle your little pee-pee if you want, but if I hear so much as a peep out of you, you're going back into the closet where you belong. Got it, pussy-boy?"

Timmy nodded and sat down. Kitten's panties were so tight that his cock popped out the side. He played with it quietly, as he had been told. 

Kitten knew that she should feel bad for her best friend. Chloe was teasing him really hard. She didn't feel bad though. She didn't care at all about what happened to Timmy right now. The only thing she cared about at the moment was how much her pussy ached, and how good Clayton's big beautiful black cock looked. 

"She's already wet, but her pussy looks tight as hell," Clayton said, stroking his cock and keeping it hard. "I should eat her pussy a bit. Just to loosen her up."

"Let me," Chloe said. "She's my sister. I want to make sure she's loose enough for you."

Clayton nodded and Chloe got to work. She dove between her sister's legs, eyes locked with Kitten, and with her full tongue she took a big lick of her little sister's pussy, as if tasting a scoop of ice-cream. The sensation that washed through Kitten's body was unlike any pleasure she had ever felt before. It curled her toes, goose-pimpled her flesh, and made her hair stand on end. She wasn't cumming, but she was damn close already. Any awkwardness she may have felt about getting orally-sexed by her older sister dissipated the moment that Chloe's tongue slid over her clit. Kitten leaned back, spread her arms, and moaned. 

"Oh . . . Oh my God . . . Chloe . . .Mmmm . . . Yes!" Kitten huffed and puffed. 

Clayton was unbelievably aroused by the taboo act he was watching, one sister eating out another. His cock snapped to attention, stretching his powerful flesh a full thirteen inches outward. He stopped touching himself. He was getting too excited, and he worried that if he fucked a little thing like Kitten in this hyper-aroused state, he might actually kill her. He needed to get involved though, so he kneeled on the bed and began rubbing his hand up and down Kitten's chest. He pawed at her flat chest, and gently manipulated her nipples. She liked tiny compared to his hand, which covered almost her entire chest. He could have palmed her skull like a basketball. She looked up at him with big frightened blue eyes, her little mouth pouting shyly, and it took all the strength he had not to shove his cock into her mouth and skull-fuck the cute little bitch to death. 

Chloe slipped her tongue into her sister's vagina. It was a tight fit. Kitten squeaked a bit. She had never been penetrated by anything other than her own fingers. Chloe's tongue felt huge by comparison, and the moment it found Kitten's virgin g-spot, the horny little novice exploded like a cherry-bomb.   

"OH MY GOD! CHLOE! CHLOE! I'M CUMMING!" Kitten screamed as her little body began shaking like an epileptic in seizure.

Chloe clamped her mouth down on her sister's sputtering pussy and shook her head, twirling her tongue around, and grinding her upper lip against Kitten's clit. The girl's orgasms went from 'explosive' to 'nuclear' and Clayton had to hold Kitten down to stop her from hurting herself. Chloe laughed when she finally backed away, and she stuck out her tongue to show how wet her mouth was. Kitten continued to squirt a bit, firing off a few weak streams of cum across her sister's big breasts and toned stomach. 

"Well, well, look who's a good little squirter," Chloe giggled, licking her lips. "I guess it really does run in the family. Mommy squirts buckets. Did you know that?"

Kitten was whimpering so loudly that Clayton had to stick two of his fingers into her mouth, just to give the baby something to such on. His fingers worked like a pacifier, and the little squrting baby sucked on them so hard that she pulled his fingers to the knuckle. Kitten was no longer squirting, but her little pink pussy was open like a flower and sopping wet. She was in a state of perpetual orgasm. 

"I think this little slut is ready to suck a dick," Clayton said, pulling his fingers out of Kitten's mouth, which made her pout sadly. She didn't have to pout for long through. Clayton climbed up on the bed, kneeled over kitten, and slapped his monster cock down on her face with a heavy thud. 

SMACK!

Kitten gasped with terror. His cock looked bigger than her head. Just trying to understand the size of it made he feel dizzy, and as he began rubbing the bulbous knob over her face and lips, she kept bobbing her mouth into position but missing her target despite its size. Finally Clayton took control by palming Kitten's head in his hand like a small basketball, and he held her still as he pushed his cock-knob through her lips and onto her tongue. That was about all that would fit. Going for the back of her throat would probably kill her, so Clayton just let the little girl suck on his knob like it was a big chocolate jaw-breaker. Kitten did suck. It came naturally. She didn't need to be told what to do. She looked up at Clayton with her big blue eyes sparkling with tears, and she began sucking and slurping like a baby starving for some milk. 

"Good baby," Chloe laughed. She leaned back in and gave Kitten's pussy some licks, but her little sister was overstimulated, so Chloe left her alone. She instead leaned up and shoved her face into Clayton's taint. her tongue slathered over his balls and anus, and she moaned loudly with satisfaction. She had learned to love the salty musky taste of her man's anus more than the taste of beef. 

Clayton was grunting as he gently humped Kitten's face. Even though he was only gyrating his hips by a few inches, it was still enough to shake Kitten's head back and forth like a tetherball being smacked around, and it caused the back of her head to tap against the wall. Tap! Tap! Tap! Clayton was having trouble controlling himself. Chloe's rimjob was getting him turned up too fast. 

"Bitch, slow down!" Clayton barked at Chloe, but she did not. She was shoving her face into his taint like she wanted to live there, and she was completely oblivious to the rest of the world as she licked and sucked. 

Clayton had to back off, causing his cock to pop out of Kitten's mouth, which made her pout sadly and cry a little. The baby had gotten addicted to her new bottle. 

Clayton smached Chloe with the back of his hand, knocking the spit out of her mouth, and knocking her back into her senses. 

"I said slow down, woman!" Clayton repeated. "You almost made me slam my dick through the back of your sister's head."

"Sorry," Chloe said, smiling deliriously. "I kind of go into berzerker mode when I'm this horny."

Clayton grumbled and stood still as he slowly regained his control. His chest was glistening with sweat, and his big cock was visibly beating with his every heartbeat like a wardrum. THUD! THUD! THUD! A cock like that really could hurt a girl, Timmy thought, and Clayton noticed him staring at it. 

"I'm sick of that little gay-boy watching us," Clayton said. "Get rid of him."

"Yes, baby!" Chloe agreed as she crawled back to her feet. 

"What? No fair!" Timmy whined. "I . . . I w-w-want to w-w-watch!" The words came out of his lips before he could fully evaluate what he was admitting. He wanted to watch this violent Black stud brutally destroy his best friend's virginity. He was getting off on it. Timmy had never felt this horny in his entire life, and wearing Kitten's wet panties over his tiny nub-dick made it all feel even better. 

Chloe rolled her eyes at Timmy as she grabbed him right by the tip of his penis, and twisted. 

"Ouch!" Timmy whined. 

Chloe forced Timmy to stand up, and she lead him by his penis back into the closet, where she forced him to sit by kicking him in the stomach. 

"You can watch from in here, cuck-boy," Chloe whispered to Timmy. "But only because I'm so nice. If I hear even a peep from you, I'm going to come in here and kick you in the balls so hard they'll pop out your mouth. Have fun wanking your little baby-penis, loser. Don't get any cum on my stuff. If you do, I'll fucking kill you."

Chloe slammed the door shut and went back to Clayton and kitten. 

Clayton had moved into a sitting position with his back against the wall. He was holding Kitten up with one arm, pressing her naked body against his muscular chest, and he was kissing her deeply with his wide flat tongue. Kitten looked tiny compared to him, like a doll. She was completely lost in her own horny little world as Clayton kissed her. She sucked on his tongue and humped his stomach. Grinding her wet pussy against his rock-hard abs was the most amazing sensation she had ever felt, and she didn't want it to end. Ever. 

Clayton's cock was standing up between Kitten's legs and rubbing against her crack of her butt. She was almost perched on it like a little bird. Chloe licked her lips as she dove down to her knees and began bobbing her head on her stud's big cock, bruising the back of the throat in the process, but it was worth it. Chloe got off on the rough stuff. A little pain made the orgasms hit harder. Nothing seemed more boring to her than gentle, loving, soft sex. She knew she would never go back to that kind of soft fucking. She couldn't. 

Clayton practically smacked Chloe on the forehead to get her off of his dick, and when she came off she left a long sloppy trail of saliva. It ran in thick strands from her lips to his shaft, like bridges of spit. Clayton was struggling to lineup his cock to the wet opening on Kitten's tiny little pussy. It was like trying to shove a candle into a keyhole, so Chloe helped. 

"Oh . . Holy cow .  . . It's so big," Kitten whined. "I'm not sure I can take it."

"Only one way to find out," Chloe laughed. She gave her sister a spank, and as if that were some sort of signal, Clayton rammed his cock upwards into Kitten while simultaneously shoving the little girl down, shattering her tiny pink hymen and punching upwards into her pussy. Kitten squealed and shrieked as the thick cock impaled her, but Clayton didn't force it too deep. He knew that after six inches he'd probably hit her cervix, so he slowed down, and left Kitten hanging on his dick like marshmallow on the end of thick stick. 

"EEEAK!" Kitten screamed. "OH GOD! IT FEELS . . . IT FEELS GOOD! IT HURTS BUT I LIKE IT!!!"

Clayton smirked at the girl's approval, and he began bouncing her up and down on his cock while she screamed and cried like a baby being shaken by a mean babysitter. Her chest was almost flat, but when he shoved her down, her chest bounced a little. Her tits would come in, if her sister and mother were any indication, and Clayton couldn't wait. He loved big White tits. There wasn't a girl in his college above a C-cub who he hadn't already fucked silly, and if he saw a freshman with a baggy sweater, he was the first to get inside her. Fucking a cute little flat-chested pixie-slut like Kitten was a fun distraction, but he wasn't really living for it. He was only destroying this little White bitch because . . . Well . . . Because it was so fucking easy. 

"Do you like the way it feels, sweetie?" Chloe asked her little sister as she held Kitten's butt, keeping her stable. "Do you like the way that big, thick, gut-bursting dick feels good punching up into your stomach?"

"YES!" Kitten screamed almost incoherently. "FUCKING YES!" 

Chloe chuckled evilly. She leaned in to lick Clayton's balls once again, and she ran her tongue all the way up his salty shaft until she was licking her sister's stretched pussy, and then she went a little higher and shoved her tongue against her sister's anus. Kitten's butthole was the smallest and tightest that Chloe had ever encountered. There was no way she could get her tongue into it, but she didn't need to. The sensation of being impaled by a huge cock, and getting her anus licked at the same time, was all WAY too much for little Kitten. She began to cum, and she came so hard that the few brain cells she had began to explode and die, leaving her even more vacant and bimbo-headed than before. 

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Kitten screamed as she came, each "FUCK!" punctuated by her little body being dropped onto Clayton's dick. Her pussy began to squirt, not much at first, but there was enough to make it seem as if she were peeing. 

"Enough of this 'taking it easy' shit," Clayton grumbled. "Wish your pussy goodbye, kid. I'm going to kill it!"

Clayton stood up so fast that he knocked Chloe away, and Kitten bounced on his cock. He held her up like a doll with her little arms around his thick neck, and he began to bounce her more vigorously than before. Now there was ten inches of cock sliding in and out of Kitten's pussy with each stroke, which was more than Chloe believed the little girl could take. She sat on the floor in complete shock, looking up at her little sister's impaled vagina. Clayton's beefy vein-covered cock looked like a piece of machinery from Hell as it worked Kitten over, destroying her body and mind with every brutal punch. Kitten was screaming and cumming and squirting. It rained down on Chloe like a hot shower. She was frightened for her little sister (there was a chance that Clayton was actually injuring Kitten) but the fear made Chloe aroused, and that arousal forced her to lean back and masturbate. She brought herself to a small but satisfying orgasm in seconds.

"CUMMING!" Clayton screamed. "FUCKING DIE, PUSSY!"

The big Black giant slammed the little White girl down on his cock one last time, and this time he cock-knocked her so hard that her stomach bulged, and he finally began to cum. His seed gushed upwards like lava from a volcano, filling Kitten completely with just two pumps of his thick manshake. The rest came oozing out of Kitten's broken pussy, and it fell on Chloe's face in thick globs. 

"Guh . . . Guh-guh," Kitten stammered. She was broken. Her mind had shattered. Her big blue eyes were wet with tears, wide with shock, and crossed inwards as if she had just taken a bullet through the brain. Most girls went through an awkward period of experimentation and discovery before realizing that they prefered big, mean, angry cocks and rough, competitive sex. Not Kitten. Clayton took her from virgin to slut in less than one hour. She was reborn, dumber than before, and infinitely more slutty. 

"Oops." Clayton chuckled. "I think I broke her."

He had. 

Clayton kissed her, but Kitten didn't kiss back. Her eyes were open, but there was no one home. Kitten was mind-broken.

Clayton let go of Kitten, and even without his hands supporting her, she remained impaled on his cock. It kept her perfectly upright for almost ten seconds, but then he began to deflate, and she began to slide backwards and off, the consciousness slowly fading from her empty blue eyes as she fell. She landed on top of her sister with a heavy impact, knocking Chloe out as well, leaving both sisters in a wet sticky heap of arms and legs, with both of their pussies gushing freely. 

That's when Timmy leaned against the closet door too hard, and it fell open. He was still naked except for Kitten's wet panties, and he was tugging on his little penis as if his life depended on it. 

"Nnnng," Timmy whimpered as he climaxed, his little penis firing off three weak little strings of semen into the air. One string managed to land across Kitten's face, but the rest just oozed around his fingers. 

"Shit," Clayton chuckled. "I forgot you were in there, White boy."

Clayton strode forward with his semi-erect cock jutting out like a spear, still dripping with semen, and he pushed it against Timmy's mouth, slathering his cum against the boy's lips. 

Timmy tried to scream, but opening his mouth just let Clayton's cock slip in. Timmy had tasted cum before (he had sucked off another boy at Bible camp), but the taste of Clayton's cum was so much saltier and more pungent than anything he could imagine. It tasted what horse semen must have tasted like. He was so frazzled by it that he almost forgot to wonder why Clayton was mouth-fucking him. 

"Been awhile since I fucked a boy," Clayton said. "It's never really been my thing. But you . . .You're basically a bitch, so why don't you clean my cock off, you little bitch."

Clayton grabbed the sides of Timmy's head, held him tight, and began skull-fucking the little boy's throat so hard that Timmy thought his jaw might break. Timmy couldn't breath as the thick slippery shaft punched down his throat, and when Clayton's balls slapped against his neck, he knew that Clayton wasn't going to let up until he came. Timmy would probably asphyxiate by then. 

Luckily for Timmy, the were interrupted. 

"What the fuck is going on here?" a woman with a deep, confident, and somewhat masculine voice asked. 

Clayton didn't pull his cock out of Timmy's mouth, but he did stop skull-fucking him, which allowed Timmy to breathe. 

The woman standing in the doorway to Chloe's room was the girl's' mother, Carmen. She wasn't a tall woman, but she was imposing, especially since she had broad shoulders, a strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and impossibly huge natural breasts which were like watermelons on her chest. She had stylishly short blond hair, and wore mostly purple, like the blouse she was wearing. Her blouse was half undone, exposing quite a vast amount of cleavage, and a tiny purple bra that was struggling to keep her battleships afloat. 

"Oh . . . Hey Mrs. Cumsfield," Clayton greeted nonchalantly. 

Carmen gave Clayton a wry 'don't-fuck-with-me-boy' smile. "Hey Clayton. What's happening?"

"What's it look like?"

"It looks like you just raped the shit out of both of my daughters, and now you're raping my baby's gay friend."

"Yeah . . . Kitten was a sweet fucking lay," Clayton shrugged. 

"She is also barely eighteen. God damn. I think you killed her," Carmen sighed, more annoyed than angry.

"She'll be fine. She's got good genes . . . You know . . .For a White person."

"Hardy-har-har," Carmen rolled her eyes. "So . . . Should I leave you alone, that way you can have some privacy fucking that little gay bitch, or . . ."

"Or?"

"Or . . . Would you rather fuck me?"

Timmy couldn't believe what he was watching as his mouth remained affixed to the base of Clayton's cock. Carmen Cumsfield, the woman who use to be his babysitter for several years, was unbuttoning her purple blouse, slowly unveiling the largest set of natural breasts in the neighborhood, and she unclasped her bra to let them fall out. They sagged quite a bit, but they were gorgeous, and Carmen's nipples were as big and hard as uncut rubies. Carmen then pulled her pants down, peeling the panties with them. She stepped out of her clothes, naked and proud, and she threw her panteis at Clayton's face. She had a big hairy bush, strong legs, and a soft stomach. She was either sweating a lot between her thighs, or she was wet. 

"I knew we were going to fuck eventually," Clayton said. "Ever since you walked in on my banging Chloe into a coma. You didn't scream. You didn't get mad. You just stood there and watched, as if waiting for your turn. I've been dying to fuck you."

"That's sweet," Carmen remarked sarcastically. "Now come. I'm going to show you what it's like to have sex with a real woman. Not a couple of little girls and a faggot-bitch."

"I can't wait to lay you out."

Carmen laughed. "Don't get cocky, kid. I've bedded niggers just as big as you, and I fucked the shit out of each and every one of them. I'm going to fuck the black of your dick and make you wear a leash, because when I'm done with you, you are going to be my slave."

Carmen turned around and headed towards her bedroom, shaking her big ass with every step. Clayton tried to follow, but he forgot that Timmy was still attached to his cock. He kicked Timmy to the ground, causing the boy's lips to pop off his knob, and he practically ran after Carmen, leaving Timmy alone with the two barely conscious sisters. 

The three of them just laid there for a few minutes, all of them gasping and panting from exhaustion. Pretty soon the sounds of Carmen screaming from the other room became loud enough to fill the whole house, and the sound of her headboard slamming against the wall shook the room. Kitten was the first to lean up, although her legs were shaking too much for her to stand. 

"Wow," she gasped. "Ms. Espina was right. Big cocks are the best."

"Kitten?" Timmy whimpered. "Are . . . Are you okay?"

Kitten giggled mirthlessly. "You know what they say, Timmy. 'Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought her back.'"