Hi, I'm Jenny. I've been fantasizing about black studs for a while now, and recently found this site. It's fantastic! I joined the forum after reading some of the hot stories on the darkwanderer site. I was wondering if anybody would be interested in starting an evolving story thread. Basically, a person would post an introduction for a story... another person would write/post their "PART TWO" of that story. A third person might write their own "PART TWO" or create a "PART THREE"... and so on and so on... If you're interested, I'd slike to start one in the XXX Stories Forum, based on one of my deepest fantasies. I'm a college cheerleading coach who walks in on a locker room orgy between the pretty white cheerleaders and black stud basketball players! God I get hot just thinking about it! I hope you'll add to my story! -xox Jenny
Hi my name is Jenny. I'm a 5'9" blonde 34-year old teacher. My husband and I recently moved up north from Georgia to the Chicagoland area. My hubby and I were nearvous about moving up here, both of us coming from small white towns in the south, but the area is a mostly white suburb. Still, the culture is a bit different up here.
I recently found a job at a nearby college as an English teacher, which is where my story begins. A few weeks after I was hired, the cheerleading coach suddenly went on a vacation and the school needed somebody to help the cheerleaders with their routines. Since I have some training in dance and am a young, athletic woman, I was thought to be a good choice.
After cheerleading practice one day, My girls and I headed to the locker room so that I could put away our equipment and they could change out of their uniforms and shower if they wanted. As we got to the locker room door, my cell rang. As I can't get a good signal inside the locker room, I sent the girls on ahead and answered the phone. After my call ended, I headed to the locker room. I noticed that I'd been on the phone for about fifteen minutes and was surprised that not one of the girls had yet left the locker room. Usually at least one or two were out of the lockerroom within ten minutes after practice.
As I opened the door to the locker room, I was struck by the amount of steam there was floating through the air. I could hear soft voices in reverberating off the tiled walls... it sounded like moaning... and whimpering... and then I heard an unmistakably male voice!
I was about to say something when I rounded a corner around a locker and was met with the shock of my life.
There, on a bench between the lockers was Kirsten, a fair-skinned blue-eyed blonde cheerleader, passionately kissing a massive, muscular black man!
They were so enveloped in their own lust (and perhaps some of the steam in the room) that they didn't notice me standing there... my blue eyes wide open in shock. Kirsten's eyes were closed as she kissed the black boy and stroked his bald head and broad shoulders. As I said earlier, I'm from a small white town in the south and I'm not used to seeing black people, let alone interracial couples... and I'm certainly not familiar with the site of a young white woman being intimate with a black man! Yet I found the sight of her glowing ivory hands on his broad dark shoulders strangely beautiful. I knew that I should stop this, but I found myself transfixed by the sight, unable to do or say anything but watch.
They were both fully clothed, she in her cheerleading uniform, he in his basketball uniform... It crossed my mind that this was odd as there was no basketball practice scheduled for today. I continued watching in baited breath as the black stud's ran through Kirstin's silky blonde hair, over her bare white shoulders and then down to her flat white midriff, ******* by her cheerleading top. Then those big black hands slid up under that blue cheerleading top and I turned away, embarrassed. This was going too far! I tried to think of what to say... what to do to stop this...but then I saw Heather.
Heather, a pretty, pale brunette with steel grey eyes. Right now those steel-grey eyes stared passionately into the dark, smouldering eyes of a muscular black stud. Across the room, on another bench, Heather lay on her back, with that muscular black athelete in a purple basketball jersey on top of her... dwarfing her tiny white frame. Heather's lithe pale frame was clad only in her skirt, panties, and sports bra. The stud slid his large black hands up and down the length of Heather's smooth pale legs as he gently spread them and moved closer... grinding his hips against her groin! Like Kirsten and her lover, these two seemed oblivious to anything around them...including me! Like Kirsten and her lover, this boy had his basketball uniform on. I wondered if this was some kind of perverted 'ritual' that the atheletes and cheerleaders had developed before the game... a way of boosting moral. I watched intently, I found myself walking towards them... being very quiet... not wanting to interrupt!
But why? Why shouldn't I want to interrupt? This was inappropriate behavior! "You're an educator, Jenny!" I scolded myself, "You responsible for these girls! You have to stop this!" On the other hand, there was my own safety to consider.
As I passed another row of lockers, I caught glimpse of some movement out of the corner of my eye to my left. I saw Holly, a tall thin blonde with green eyes. She was leaning up against the lockers, her face pressed against the cold metal and her skirt hitched up over her waist. Her firm buttocks were grinding against the crotch of the black stud behind her. Another black boy!? Where were all the white basketball players? He kissed her neck and ran his hands under her sports bra, massaging her firm young breasts with his big black hands. I watched as Holly, eyes still closed, lowered one of her hands down her front...and reached between her legs. Her eyes opened!
I froze! For a split second, I could have sworn she was looking right at me. I was terrified... excited... Then, just as suddenly, her eyes closed again. I heard her gasp then sigh, quietly. "OH... you're...sooo.... BIG!" The stud chuckled.
I shivered. One second, it was over, I was caught... and the fact seemed to excite me. The next second, I was safe. Just like that. How had she not seen me? She practially looked right through me! But the fright made me think. Holly was right... these men were BIG. If I tried to stop this now... what would happen? Now I wondered about my safety. It would be unsafe of me to try and stop this... yes. I had to consider my own safety! I was a young wife... trying to have a baby with my loving husband! I couldn't do anything to jeapordize that. I don't want to enrage these hormone-***** youths...there was no telling what would happen!
Now, finally, I thought I had snapped out of my strange lustful trance. I turned around to head for the door,my eyes fell upon yet another erotic scene!
In the row of lockers to my right, I saw Lindsey, a petite, but busty redhead. The only article of clothing on her body was her blue cheerleading skirt. Her top and bra lay in a wad on the floor. She sat in the lap of a black stud, happily grinding and bucking her hips as she fumbled with something in his lap. I couldn't quite see what she was doing because my view was obscured. My view was obscured by the hansdsome black face buried between Lindsey's full, soft-but-firm breasts. The two moaned quietly as he hungrily suckled and kissed the her freckled breasts and pink nipples.
I couldn't help but notice that her breasts put my own, respectable, 36c's to shame... though my skin is flawless and unfreckled. I found myself wondering what a handsome black face would look like kissing them... what his tongue would feel like on my hard pink nipples.I realized suddenly that my nipples were indeed hard and that I was becoming aroused watching these events unfold! What was I thinking? I'm a married woman! Why was I still watching this? It was one thing to not put a stop to this for fear of my own safety... but what was I still doing in this room?!
Before I could struggle further with my thoughts and emotions, my attention was caught by the echoing of voices from the shower room. Peeking inside, I saw more of my cheerleaders and these massive black studs.
Terri, a tall willowy brunette, was flanked by TWO studs in the shower. All three were partially clothed, but were working changing this fact. One stud was fully clothed, and was concentrating on getting Terri's blue uniform top off, rubbing her sportsbra clad breasts as he did so. The other stud's shirt was off, but still had his shorts on. The shower taps were on full blast, and water soaked their uniforms and beaded on their flawless ebony and ivory bodies! Terri shed her soaked cheerleading skirt with a wet "thap" as it hit the tile floor in a puddle of water. Her white hands ran along the bear chest of one stud before drifting down to the waistband of his shorts... her nimble white fingers slipping inside the wet purple material.
It was then I suddenly realized what was so odd about these basketball players... their uniforms. Purple and red uniforms. Our wildcats where yellow and blue! These weren't even our players! How did they get in here? Why were my girls giving themselves so freely to these guys that were not even from their own team!
PART TWO COMING UP
Hi my name is Jenny. I'm a 5'9" blonde 34-year old teacher. My husband and I recently moved up north from Georgia to the Chicagoland area. My hubby and I were nearvous about moving up here, both of us coming from small white towns in the south, but the area is a mostly white suburb. Still, the culture is a bit different up here.
I recently found a job at a nearby college as an English teacher, which is where my story begins. A few weeks after I was hired, the cheerleading coach suddenly went on a vacation and the school needed somebody to help the cheerleaders with their routines. Since I have some training in dance and am a young, athletic woman, I was thought to be a good choice.
After cheerleading practice one day, My girls and I headed to the locker room so that I could put away our equipment and they could change out of their uniforms and shower if they wanted. As we got to the locker room door, my cell rang. As I can't get a good signal inside the locker room, I sent the girls on ahead and answered the phone. After my call ended, I headed to the locker room. I noticed that I'd been on the phone for about fifteen minutes and was surprised that not one of the girls had yet left the locker room. Usually at least one or two were out of the lockerroom within ten minutes after practice.
As I opened the door to the locker room, I was struck by the amount of steam there was floating through the air. I could hear soft voices in reverberating off the tiled walls... it sounded like moaning... and whimpering... and then I heard an unmistakably male voice!
I was about to say something when I rounded a corner around a locker and was met with the shock of my life.
There, on a bench between the lockers was Kirsten, a fair-skinned blue-eyed blonde cheerleader, passionately kissing a massive, muscular black man!
They were so enveloped in their own lust (and perhaps some of the steam in the room) that they didn't notice me standing there... my blue eyes wide open in shock. Kirsten's eyes were closed as she kissed the black boy and stroked his bald head and broad shoulders. As I said earlier, I'm from a small white town in the south and I'm not used to seeing black people, let alone interracial couples... and I'm certainly not familiar with the site of a young white woman being intimate with a black man! Yet I found the sight of her glowing ivory hands on his broad dark shoulders strangely beautiful. I knew that I should stop this, but I found myself transfixed by the sight, unable to do or say anything but watch.
They were both fully clothed, she in her cheerleading uniform, he in his basketball uniform... It crossed my mind that this was odd as there was no basketball practice scheduled for today. I continued watching in baited breath as the black stud's ran through Kirstin's silky blonde hair, over her bare white shoulders and then down to her flat white midriff, ******* by her cheerleading top. Then those big black hands slid up under that blue cheerleading top and I turned away, embarrassed. This was going too far! I tried to think of what to say... what to do to stop this...but then I saw Heather.
Heather, a pretty, pale brunette with steel grey eyes. Right now those steel-grey eyes stared passionately into the dark, smouldering eyes of a muscular black stud. Across the room, on another bench, Heather lay on her back, with that muscular black athelete in a purple basketball jersey on top of her... dwarfing her tiny white frame. Heather's lithe pale frame was clad only in her skirt, panties, and sports bra. The stud slid his large black hands up and down the length of Heather's smooth pale legs as he gently spread them and moved closer... grinding his hips against her groin! Like Kirsten and her lover, these two seemed oblivious to anything around them...including me! Like Kirsten and her lover, this boy had his basketball uniform on. I wondered if this was some kind of perverted 'ritual' that the atheletes and cheerleaders had developed before the game... a way of boosting moral. I watched intently, I found myself walking towards them... being very quiet... not wanting to interrupt!
But why? Why shouldn't I want to interrupt? This was inappropriate behavior! "You're an educator, Jenny!" I scolded myself, "You responsible for these girls! You have to stop this!" On the other hand, there was my own safety to consider.
As I passed another row of lockers, I caught glimpse of some movement out of the corner of my eye to my left. I saw Holly, a tall thin blonde with green eyes. She was leaning up against the lockers, her face pressed against the cold metal and her skirt hitched up over her waist. Her firm buttocks were grinding against the crotch of the black stud behind her. Another black boy!? Where were all the white basketball players? He kissed her neck and ran his hands under her sports bra, massaging her firm young breasts with his big black hands. I watched as Holly, eyes still closed, lowered one of her hands down her front...and reached between her legs. Her eyes opened!
I froze! For a split second, I could have sworn she was looking right at me. I was terrified... excited... Then, just as suddenly, her eyes closed again. I heard her gasp then sigh, quietly. "OH... you're...sooo.... BIG!" The stud chuckled.
I shivered. One second, it was over, I was caught... and the fact seemed to excite me. The next second, I was safe. Just like that. How had she not seen me? She practially looked right through me! But the fright made me think. Holly was right... these men were BIG. If I tried to stop this now... what would happen? Now I wondered about my safety. It would be unsafe of me to try and stop this... yes. I had to consider my own safety! I was a young wife... trying to have a baby with my loving husband! I couldn't do anything to jeapordize that. I don't want to enrage these hormone-***** youths...there was no telling what would happen!
Now, finally, I thought I had snapped out of my strange lustful trance. I turned around to head for the door,my eyes fell upon yet another erotic scene!
In the row of lockers to my right, I saw Lindsey, a petite, but busty redhead. The only article of clothing on her body was her blue cheerleading skirt. Her top and bra lay in a wad on the floor. She sat in the lap of a black stud, happily grinding and bucking her hips as she fumbled with something in his lap. I couldn't quite see what she was doing because my view was obscured. My view was obscured by the hansdsome black face buried between Lindsey's full, soft-but-firm breasts. The two moaned quietly as he hungrily suckled and kissed the her freckled breasts and pink nipples.
I couldn't help but notice that her breasts put my own, respectable, 36c's to shame... though my skin is flawless and unfreckled. I found myself wondering what a handsome black face would look like kissing them... what his tongue would feel like on my hard pink nipples.I realized suddenly that my nipples were indeed hard and that I was becoming aroused watching these events unfold! What was I thinking? I'm a married woman! Why was I still watching this? It was one thing to not put a stop to this for fear of my own safety... but what was I still doing in this room?!
Before I could struggle further with my thoughts and emotions, my attention was caught by the echoing of voices from the shower room. Peeking inside, I saw more of my cheerleaders and these massive black studs.
Terri, a tall willowy brunette, was flanked by TWO studs in the shower. All three were partially clothed, but were working changing this fact. One stud was fully clothed, and was concentrating on getting Terri's blue uniform top off, rubbing her sportsbra clad breasts as he did so. The other stud's shirt was off, but still had his shorts on. The shower taps were on full blast, and water soaked their uniforms and beaded on their flawless ebony and ivory bodies! Terri shed her soaked cheerleading skirt with a wet "thap" as it hit the tile floor in a puddle of water. Her white hands ran along the bear chest of one stud before drifting down to the waistband of his shorts... her nimble white fingers slipping inside the wet purple material.
It was then I suddenly realized what was so odd about these basketball players... their uniforms. Purple and red uniforms. Our wildcats where yellow and blue! These weren't even our players! How did they get in here? Why were my girls giving themselves so freely to these guys that were not even from their own team!
PART TWO COMING UP
