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Philiph

Story Idea - Lovals (training ) 

David called me a few days ago, he told me about his situation and I decided to help him, I couldn't resist the money either.

All I had to do was ruin the body and appearance of a stud that lived in his building so I hit the road. When I saw him, I immediately knew why David was so jealous of the guy.

I did what he ask me, the 10 thousand dollars would be worth it. I sent an email and left advertising outside the department, private classes, I made him believe that he had won a one-year subscription to the program and would have free private sessions for all that time.

"Hey you must be Philip"

We greeted each other, his smile was charming and his delicate but manly face got me.

"It will be great to have the gym so close, I usually go to GYMgreeks about 30 minutes from the building."

"Oh I'm glad to hear your enthusiasm, now let's start I have another class in a few hours" that was not true but I had to avoid any suspicion.

I made him take off his shirt and gosh the guy was hot. His body was a wonder to behold his shoulders were big but not too big and he kept his triceps nicely defined, his biceps were the best part of his arms he worked them pretty hard and well and the training was noticeable, they were big, but not exaggerated, always maintaining the perfect proportion, the veins bulged along his arms and his triceps stood out without even flexing them. His neck showed prominent veins and was thick leading to a prominent clavicle and a strong, jutting chest due to a toned pair of pecs which sat on top of a well-defined six pack, every muscle showing years of hard work, Philip didn't even have to pose or try to flex their abs to show them off.

The rest of his muscles weren't far behind, his broad back ended in a framed waist and a well defined lower back, it was impossible not to admire those incredible obliques that were joined below with his magnificent deltoids.

His legs were just lovely, his round, firm ass joined to a pair of muscular thighs. His legs were long and his calves were thick making him a perfect specimen with great condition and an excellent build for any athlete.

Damn what a shame, I have to ruin that beautiful body.

"Very good I see that you are in good shape but you could use to gain... a little muscle don't you think?"

"I don't know, I've never liked being that big," said Philip doubtfully, I would have to convince him.

"Don't you think your girl would like to see you more muscular" I squeezed his biceps and it spectacular, I had a great body myself but this guy was hot.

"Hmm I don't really have a girl" this would be so easy.

"Oh, come on someone like you must have many girls drooling over, any suitor?"

"Look at those abs! tell me that the girls in the building don't like to see you shirtless" I said feeling the beautiful and marked six pack, Philip just smiled stupidly it was clear how proud he was of his body and his good looks, bingo, it was done .

"Oh well there's a girl, Camille lives in the building, but she's not in town, she went on exchange a couple of weeks ago and won't be back until the end of this year."

"Then let's surprise her, you'll look better than ever when she comes back, it'll be a <huge> surprise."

The boy did his normal training, he was really in good condition, I told him I would make some changes and I stopped him before he left.

"This supplement is the best of the best, a shake after each meal even at night if you do want to increase muscle."

"Sure, and as for the exercises, what will my routine be?"

"Don't worry, when you come tomorrow I'll have everything ready."

First week (175 lbs)

Philip actually felt his muscles grow, he was more robust and his biceps increased in size. The muscle mass was actually the beginning of his new body, the fat from the shakes began to accumulate in his muscles, deteriorating them.

Second week (179lbs)

Philiph had started to lose definition, mainly in his abs, his arms looked spectacular but Andrew knew that Philip's muscles were already accumulating fat and soon they wouldn't look like this. In addition, his vision became blurred, it was strange, he felt scarred and weaker, even his appetite increased.

Third week (183 lbs)

He thought he was getting stronger lifting the weights more easily, little did he know that Andrew had planned everything well, actually Philip was decreasing the weight he was carrying no matter the size of the discs or the number written on the dumbbells, Andrew had in charge of everything The shake contained a drug that would make Philip tired quickly and keep him in a sleepy state so that he wouldn't notice the change in his body for a few months, when it would be too late to do anything about it.

First month (225 lbs)

For Andrew it became an easy task, it was rather erotic seeing the handsome jock go to the pot and turn into a pig ruining his perfect body. While Philip worked out, Andrew watched with satisfaction at the flab on the pretty boy's body, his previously firm and formidable pecs bouncing with every movement, where his six pack used to be just a flaccid roll of fat hung. Meanwhile Philip noticed that every time he looked in the mirror his vision was blurry, he felt heavy but he couldn't understand the number on the scale, maybe he was just more muscular, that should be it.

Second month (255 lbs)

The supplement had certainly done its job, Philip had lost all muscle tone now it was time to make him grow, the supplement would give him a voracious appetite, and David would take it upon himself to sabotage the pretty boy's diet, also at the end of the "treatment "Philip's metabolism would be so slow that he would never be able to lose the accumulated weight.

Those days David wanted to join in and fuck his rival a bit, so I gave Philip an "energy drink" full of the drug, he was so confused that he didn't notice that David was the one giving him the instructions.

Philip was really losing condition, running out of breath after a few minutes.

Three months later (290lbs)

Philip's pecs had already turned into moobs hanging over his new belly and Philip seemed unaware he was still drinking the shakes. Andrew suggested four jugs of the supplement per day, Philip obeyed his trainer without question.

In the mornings he was too hungry, he showered and dressed but never knew what he looked like, it was as if every time Philip tried to see his body or how much he weighed, his vision would blur and he would start to feel tired and sleepy, the only clue about his appearance were comments and compliments from Andrew about how strong he looked, he said he had never seen progress equal to his.

Andrew trained David after Philip's session ended, so he could see his rival's progress as he worked on improving his own physique while Philip's body was being ruined.

Seven months later (340 lbs)

Philip could no longer lift any weight weeks ago he struggled and almost passed out from the effort trying to lift dumbbells. There was nothing left, not a trace of the handsome and athletic stud he once was.

"Wow, I've progressed, but how many pounds have you put on this Andrew?" Philip asked naively still thinking that he was the same sexy guy who arrived seven months ago.

The handsome trainer just smiled, it was obvious that Philip was still affected by the supplement, he seemed more confused and clumsy than in the previous months.

Second week of the ninth month (410 lbs)

Finally, Philip woke up from the dream, that morning before going to the gym, he decided to try one more time to see himself in front of the mirror but this time he could see clearly.

Every trace of muscle he had left was gone. His abs had disappeared under a huge layer of fat, he could see nothing but rolls and rolls of fat around him, the huge belly hanging down. His belly rested on his thighs like a pale gelatinous mass, it was also covered in red stretch marks. that covered his round navel. He tempted his fingers over the gelatinous mass horrified to see what his enviable abs had become.

Philip watched in horror as his stomach lurched. He wanted to cry and scream, but then he looked at his thighs. They seemed bigger and softer, so much so that they clung together in huge fatty folds making his long legs look short.

His arms, the bulging veins and defined muscles that were his pride, were just pure fat, his biceps were gone and where his muscles used to be, the skin hung like misshapen folds that hung from being too flaccid to meet his lats well. , joining the part where their bibs used to be.

His big pectoral muscles were ruined, they were nothing more than oversized and greasy tits, they hung like two flaccid bags that were only supported by his flabby belly which was so big that it kept the new moobs of the once hot stud in place.

Desperately, Philip reached for the scale and climbed up, the little machine creaking and breaking under his weight, the dial marking random numbers until it went blank. Then, with a fluttering heart, he ran out of the apartment.

Before leaving he saw a note, he had been fired, hadn't been to the office in months, didn't even remember getting any calls, but no job, how come the rent was paid? Food? The cupboards were full, well maybe Andrew could help him.

He arrived at the entrance of the gym without a shirt showing his obese body covered in sweat, he was panting and his face was red from the effort and embarrassment. He had a run in with David on the stairs, it was humiliating, seeing how David made fun of him and Andrew was David's friend? Philip had to get answers. As he could and ashamed of his new body Philip put on his shirt having difficulty doing so.

Upon entering the gym Andrew was ready, preparing a shake in different jars, he only stopped when Philip came snorting.

"Sit down chubby, I think we should talk."

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[silverjetsystm]

Soldier drove. The body’s folded in rear passenger's side, Ray-Ban New Caravan sunglasses and clear earplugs taking the aggressively bright day down a couple of notches. Staring would imply they are drilling holes in leather. A better description would be their slack face pointed towards the direction of shotgun’s seat. Nobody’s at the door.

Bonedust, moondust smeared the black and white checkered yellow/gold cab humming across twisty turny desert road. Bright headlights shine a yellow moon on ancient stone darkly disappearing into the star studded velvet sky. The Temple was the place Marc retreated in black moods. ‘Not healthy,’ Jake and Steven and Dr. Sterman and Dr. Wilk agree.

That putz haunting Spector is sewer rat shrunken, helium squawking high and away. Jake’s boot squishes him like a cigarette, tired chuckle echoing off hieroglyphic carved walls, the – what’s the word, stone carved coffin placed in front of the fuggin statue over at Grant’s. Work boot sends the sarcophagus cover, crescent moon, straight beard face flying.

Marc’s inside. Five point bound, dressed in white scrubs not tachrichim, tallis wrapped.

Jake’s used to placing bodies in simple pine boxes for the final rest, not waking them up. This doesn't count. “Y better not jump me,” he advises Marc, the traveler’s enamel gritting, boiling freezing blood, convulsions, each cell a star winking out into the black, no he can’t rely on mask forever, he was, he had been Ab-

Last restraint clanks against stone.

Marc jumps him. It's a fight between brothers in the dust, the cabbie Embracing a rattling, restless all over merc.

White car idled in front of the valet, Soldier’s finger up. 1 sec. “Boss.” Turned around, couple of panel knocks. “Mr. Grant.” Prepping to circle and circle until Boss (Grant or Spector. Jake’s not Boss but Jake would also be someone) stirred. Valet telling them ‘hurry up.’ Reese had a trick for this; Soldier can’t match her. All Soldier’s got is hometown colored firefight urgency a bomb in the enclosure, “YA GOT WORK!”

It’s in his name.

Ocean breath, sharpening dry eyes, is a tell someone(‘)s up. Good L-rd, I’m up! Long legs navigate foul-like, jerky foal-like into sunlight, stained index finger rubbing stained thumb, aching nose and dry eyes towards his timepiece, rapidly blinking away the back. Navy statue idled beneath the gray canopy. Soldier handled getting the car tucked away logistics to the tune of keys and cash tip. Gray suited shadow falling in a few steps behind and to the left.

Names and identification are careful currency for a – technically two, technically four – that isn’t funny, Steven! -- visitor’s badges and point in the right direction. Away from the masses, tucked above potential nosy prying eyes, big violating camera lenses, hot mics.

112 Divided by 16.

Vultures circling a Cathartidae family member. Human versions cannibalize. Grant isn’t sure about the animals.

7.

All up, Grant autopilots, Jake leaning on co-con on the edge of Grant’s awareness. Sure strides business brother to Spector’s, Soldier’s, military bearing. Demanding space, move, from the lost and stressed. Green lenses, gold framed Ray-Bans temporarily pushed on his forehead until they get where they’re going. Long hallways in ugly soothing colors, scrubs and white coats with destinations in mind. Heavy doors opening automatically. Large elevators with two sets of doors. Skin prickles beneath summer weight navy wool, white linen shirt. Static breath. Fishbowl mirror in the moving box distorts sharp faces into sludge.

2 [_] 1 [_] 6 [_] 6 = 38

So focused on the door number, he misses a woman leaning against the door to his destination, feathered bob giving serrated knives as she turns into Spector’s brown polyester tie with the baby blue square dots, wet lips matching wet raccoon eyes. The Rachel, Grant presumes. “Sorry,” he reflexes, taking several steps backward, heart quaking, sweat pooling against collar.

The Rachel at the end of her line is no Cassandra. Her astute observations are based on handling. On being crew instead of talent. This is not a conversation. Her accent, nostalgically homey in ways Grant would never admit, bringing up hard strawberry flavored candy in strawberry shaped wrappings, talks at him.

“Pawse!” Scarred eyebrow arches, shoulders in no need of padding stiffened. Soldier recoils, hand out for the offending phone, receding from a curt shake of Boss’ head. Boston Fruit Slices, grainy sugar peel, in five flavors, this one cheap blackmail like she could see Ben’s hand oils, pick smoothed out polyester crumples apart from faint floral paisley pattern. Getting out with insurance for life events far more important than another ‘work problem.’ Money and the gig is good until one missed thing too far. One thing far too real. Steven’s voice mumbles, “Mazel,” Grant’s half-steamed Midwest polite smile.

Financier and former bonehead’s gaze turn to heels clicking, French tip stabbing finality. Look communicated between lifers. Go on, beer bottle eyes say. Got your ticket to freedom. The City eats her children. Everyone climbing on each others backs to touch the sky. Didja hear Hart Island’s gotta pak now? White stone tombstones sticking up from the earth like giant’s teeth.

Soldier doesn’t have a life to interrupt with life events. Soldier’s the Boss’ man for life because the Boss won his loyalty. Not everyone’s got a ‘good’ Boss.

Elevator doors shut, seeing Rachel to other places which may be initially warmer but lacking the view, the salary. Obscurity. One marker per mass grave.

Grant introduces himself to The Humming Nurse. “I’m --” stuck smile. Stuck words. Safe tumblers turn, fingers firm against steel. One pattern, one number. There’s no nice, neat title selected in HIPAA or emergency contact forms. Not the five or so different terms for romantic partnership. None of the familial terms obviously fit. ‘We’re working on a project’ too much. Trembling hand gestures towards the shut door. “-- Here to see him,” is simply the truth, swapping left for right outstretched hand to shake.

Click. She’s delighted. She looks like a hugger; his shoulders tense again. He’d almost take hostile or bored. She gets a head start to the door, is overcompensating in syrupy sweet simpering to Ben. ‘Hon’ to Grant, taken the same way he does with other pet names where they don’t belong – polite indifference.

Soldier stands outside, door swinging shut. Close as he needs to be.

2 x 1 + 6 x 6 = 38

Ben is twisted, melted marble statue, shaggy black dog fur, tangled feathers, green and gold sunlight doing nothing to warm corpse pale cheek on starched linens covering him from shoulders to socks. Steven hovers in the doorway. Blink-click, handful of seconds distant in shoving the update, including the whiteboard marker care team and etc., to the back.

“Can’t be good for you.” Wind from a cracked door, through the keyhole. Steven wants to put his ear against it. What a redundancy. “Place like this.”

Steven wants to laugh at truth but can’t get it up. “No. It’s not.” He shucks the jacket, visitor badge clatters, letter sleeps stuffed in the inside pocket, drapes it over the creaking visitor’s chair taken up by the tall frame occupying it. Sensitive brown trace constellations on vellum. “Rest assured, out of the three of us, I am the best choice.”

Artificial and sun light illuminate slight skin variations, sleep deprived crows feet eyes scanning blinds slats for shooters, the crooked Jewish boxer nose box breathing, headache stabbing, receding. On nothing but himself. A sea churns in his stomach. Left hand reaches towards shroud, thumb cuticle, hard nail plate cracked and inflamed. Palm presses into firm mattress, curling linens.

Ray-Bans drop over his eyes, a protective shield from desert glare highlighting thin veins in Ben’s shut lids. “We wanted to. I wanted to. I didn’t want us to make trouble.” Proximal nail fold and surrounding skin flake. Always had to run the numbers. Risk Analysis for personal and professional. What is projection from Steven, from Marc, from Jake. Are they true mirrors, reflecting infinity? “This isn’t good to go through….”

Desert dizziness, financier shotgun in Jake’s cab, hard mercenary could be hunched, shivering arms around suit middle.

‘Nuh uh.’ Rewind it. Dumb slate clap. Taxi door slams. Everyone where they should. Proper meds shaken in front of Marc’s nose. A sigh. Pop. Swallow. ‘Didja really?’ Marc sticks out his tongue, opens his mouth wide. Lifts tongue. Nothing sticking to the lower surface. ‘Okay. Let’s go to Gena’s.’

… Seconds? Minutes? Jaw relaxes.

Smudged hand straightens disgusting tie. Midwestern continues, “alone.” Or with Help. As sure as an addict knows another, this was going to happen eventually. At some time.

The front mirror is often half-silvered. Matching scars. Divide the inch, average HEX colors, white powder purity.

Grant won’t leverage certain things that they need. Their recovery. Perpetually considering large differences. Solitary guiltless shark talent. Three/One guilt drowning, giving and giving until the cup is damp. It’s in their names. Solo act. Grant perfect healing, of body and of soul to.

Chair creaks once again. Glass shoved to his forehead, bloodshot whites. Chewed lips press against flat black locks. Forehead brushes temple. “You will live,” he demands in Ben’s right ear, wishes, hopes, defiant of the insanity of building on saltwater promises. “This doesn’t change. how we --”

Adam’s apple bobs, saltwater brimming, Grant so far off the table, Steven feels anchorless. Despite the nos radiating white off Ben, despite the rawness in Steven’s chest, clawing that isn’t Jake nor Marc through his throat.

“--feel about you. How I feel about you. Nor your and I’s project.”

1(3) + 1.

Childishly simple.

Sitting back in the chair, he crosses a leg at knee, hands folded. Seeing without seeing. Listening to sore, crackled plastic breaths, limbs tapping hospital windows. Saltwater glass lingers, freezes, without dripping down his cheeks.

4.

@kylo-wrecked

His mind is a flat black mirror casting back the silence in a well’s depth—a silence he can see but not savor, a silence that dampens and weighs down the bones. 

This is his brain on quetiapine. These are his veins and esophagus flushed with saline. This is starched linen thrown over a dead CRT. These are flat sheets wrapped and fish-tailed around safety mirrors drilled into spalling green cornices. Surface body bags. Nuts, bolts, and feet hospital cornered. 

This is Ben Solo, a name. Hollow and alone. Tag it around his big toe. 

There’s a Greek word for this hollow, synonymous with vagabond, obscure, deaf, mute, blunted, and noiseless. A word that remarks upon so much, the letters taste like a sentence in absentia. After all, the word was echoed at him in the Boiler Room by a brief knifing of a Cretan transfemme, who told Ben he was empty. 

Maybe he should have asked her what to do when people become mirrors. Face them, all rays and noise? Invent and invert, turn them into corpses and ants? Take their names like a coin from behind an ear. 

Nurse Ant becomes Nurse Racket when she starts talking, and only Nurse Glassman after the good doctor cashes in his nine minutes—eight on Ben, one pondering the ghost CRT—and because Rachel uses names like black market currency. Buys a fresher body for the shutterbugs to swarm, a better room for the boss, and wouldn’t Nurse Glassman look nice with a rose-red lip? Like a prettier Ethel Mertz? So, tickled, Nurse Glassman returns with armfuls of white cloth, bedcovers to waste on Ben’s ‘theatrics’ and ‘the dramatics.’ 

The oaks outside tremble but there’s nobody to see them. 

“Gawd.” Rachel’s bob slashes her upper shoulders. She aims her small, sharp nose and microbladed brows at the hanging light fixtures, crushes her nape and Marc Jacobs collar back to keep her mascara from running. She says, “Gawd, I should’ve listened to Nan.” 

Warding streaks off her Glossier cheekbones, she says, “I can’t push back Detroit. You can’t make Detroit happen while this is happening.”

Blinking tears back over her eyelines is a talent she picked up at Stonybrook. 

“This is happening, Ben. I’m missing my baby sister’s ceremony f’this. Gawd.” 

‘This’ is code for the last hour and a half. ‘This’ is code for a long broken promise. ‘This’ is code for annihilation. 

She pushes the chair back, brisk as her bob, with an expression as tart as the orange slices tipping her French gel manicure, and the legs scream on the scratched wood vinyl. Rachel rises. Pressing her purse to her chest, she makes lemons at a ghost mirror, then Ben. 

“I’m not sitting shiva f’you.” 

The weak, flickering neon in Ben’s smile flashes, ‘No Service, Just Severance.’  

And Rachel knows that is a golden promise she could break her teeth on. And the wind spins leaves into the gutters, where they become damp, saturated irrelevance like just about everything else. 

— 

In the time it takes three angles to meet and loop a knot, Rachel makes a million phone calls. She archives Signal and sends WhatsApp messages until her fingers lose joints. She reroutes fifty thousand emails by blessed automation. Time finds Rachel with raccoon eyes anyway, hives boiling up her Liberace-style shirtfront, pressing herself against the heavy green door as if trying to keep the lid on a haywire rice cooker. When she turns, she’s jumpscared by a polyester tie that greets her at about eye level. 

Cripes. Two stiletto clicks clockwise, and she agnizes the sensitive eyes—to the sun—color of bleach inlaid in a sett and rough-hew jaw, growing out of the neck it’s strung around. Fluffing her caramel layers back into shape, Rachel rewets Chanel-flavored lipgloss and simpers. 

Forget the black hand making a fist. 

“Y’re fucking my salary,” Rachel tells the tie. 

Forget the ambling and humming ‘Nurse Racket,’ Steven Grant’s glum ‘varsity skinhead,’ and Rachel’s ‘subway token thoughts’ about how Ben has nasty little nicknames for just about anything, how she misses Henry Street and should have gone to Fordham Law. 

“Pawse!” she chirps. Slipping Holly Golightly’s sunglasses over mascara bruises, she snaps a quick, covert pic of the navy suit jacket clenching tense shoulders, the dour bald head in the background. Call it insurance. Sleeves the phone; echoes.

“I got one better: You stchupped my salary—wearing that tie. What I’ll tell Miss Ariana Huffington either you Hollyweirds draw out my day.” Tap-taps the face of the Piaget clasped around an aching wrist. “I gotta make the last ten minutes of my baby sister’s graduation.”

Click-clacks down the desolate hallway, stabbing the elevator button with a French tip until it dings. 

“She’s starting at LIU in the fawl! Like a normal person.” 

Normal until the nursing program roiled and spat Rachel’s baby sister into a hospital resort, and the best part of her day, after wiping some rich schmuck’s ass, would be the compliment she receives from a woman who needs bedsheets for mirrors. 

The elevator doors wheeze, and at that moment, Rachel and Soldier exchange a glance in which lives the silent acknowledgment that they were born in this city, in the mythology of making it here, to make it anywhere, and won’t be laid to rest in temples, buried with riches, immortalized in street signs and sun-faded smiles on diner walls. Destined for a world’a dead leaves. Gutters. 

— 

His mind is a flat black mirror, like a dummy scrivening device. 

“Kophos,” Ben croaks, his vision swirling with sun motes, heat filtering through split blinds, oak stars blearing in his peripheral vision.

Tree-rich green—it reduces cortisol. All those stress hormones, Rachel says, wresting the blinds. Rachel, he thinks. The whole fucking level’s green. 

After Rachel leaves, the mirror paint starts cracking, and his mind’s flaking obsidian. 

“Kophos.” 

Ben says the word again; doesn’t know why; perhaps one last hold out for magic. It’s a corvid cry, evoking crows that have learned how to become car horns, or dogs, or women, hanging on telephone wires. A mimic. An echo. Black mirror showing blunted, noiseless futures on a cracked pane. There’s a long pause between the closed door and Rachel’s voice, and Ben discerns footsteps, slow and measured, and he feels criminally hungry. Something he craves is imminent, looming—something he wants and doesn’t want, on the other side of that door now. 

There’s no magic word for when the door opens again. Nothing Ben can do but watch it open with a semi-craned throat, washed-out profile half-submerged in sterile cotton, and nose bent against stuffing. Eyelids heavy as wet wool drooping over blown marbled pupils. Lungs full of water, stomach a dark well, bottomless as empty. 

Nurse Racket drops a coin in him: he has another visitor. Now, isn’t that nice? To him, she says, he’ll feel better in no time now, part of the world again. To the visitor, she offers simplicity, saying only, go on in, hon. Like Ben doesn’t know who she’s racketing, like he should be surprised and overjoyed. 

Maybe he is surprised, in a way. Surprised by the tricks people play on themselves, surprised by his reduced authority. Without Rachel here to gas things up, he’s a bad liver with a one-year warranty. Surprised by the taste and color of his fear—surprised at how fear crawls up from the well of himself, spidery and white as a moon. Conspicuously bright. 

If Ben called the crow word three times, he could have disappeared, folded in on himself like a black hole. But even if there were magic words, they were too late. He typed sorry; he typed never mind. 

Ben twists helplessly, rolling a grafted lump of shoulder on its side, neck and head following in kind, the word no an alarm ringing in his skull. The IV is gone, yet he remains tethered, amp-eaten muscles in massive arms splayed in impossible directions, shipwrecked. Where’s the rest of his body. If he can’t feel it, can it be seen?  

He groans, pleas inaudible. 

No, please—not like this. Not Steven’s cologne mixed with an indeterminate cold sweat trespassing inches. Triune sense of proximity. Outline of a dark suit that could belong to any of them. Weight of three shadows over the bed. Not like this. 

“Can’t be good for you,” he hacks. Tang of blood or plain regret. “Place like this.”

Is that his voice? That brittle, red plexi you could punch through with a sheet-wrapped fist? Ben’s neck snakes away toward slatted daylight and the oak branches. It hurts too much to laugh; he wants to, just—he’s got a scooped-out stomach. Squeezes his eyes shut. 

“You…” 

Shouldn’t have come. 

Ben still has a heart, and it’s beating him.

@silverjetsystm

[asssikawa]

1959 Red Cadillac

things get a little steamy between you and your hot neighbor in his garage

getou x reader, 18+, exhibition kink, mentions of smoking

The smothering summer heat smothered your lungs as you sat under the AC vent in your room, suckling on the cherry popsicle that dripped down your fingers. It stained your pretty lips and left your fingers sticky. You didn’t care really, it was so hot and you felt like you were going to melt even under the cold air. You generally hated summer; the heat, the insects especially the mosquitoes and the cicadas that sang loud in the afternoons and evenings, you hated it all. Well, all except for one thing. Your neighbour across from you; Suguru Getou, the college sophomore that just came home for the break. You met him while you two were in high school; he was a junior while you were a sophomore when his family moved into the neighbourhood. He made incredible marks and was a part of the top 3 in his class. To say you were shocked was an understatement, considering his appearance. His appearance was the embodiment of what every parent would hate their child to go after. His long raven hair was tied up in a half ponytail while the rest of his hair cascaded down his shoulders. His black graphic tee hugged his muscles that were designed in red and black ink. His ears hung with black gauges; god, he was perfect. Your small school crush had edged towards pure lust and a borderline obsession. You wanted him so bad.

You remember when you first discovered he played in a band; you were watering the plants outside your lawn, his garage door was wide out. The sound of drums beating and the fixing of guitar strings rang out in the empty neighbourhood. Looking both ways on the street, you jogged to his house, peeking your head in the doorway. There stood Getou in his black tank top and baggy black sweatpants, red guitar in hand. One of the other seniors, Satoru Gojo, slumped against the drums and the short haired brunette, Shoko was adjusting her guitar strings. “Looks like we have a visitor,” Gojo said, lifting his head, his snow blue eyes landing directly on your figure. Getou looked back and smiled.

“Ah, (y/n), this was the sophomore I was talking about. You’re a junior now, right?” He asked, setting his guitar down in his case. “Come sit,” his head pointed towards the peeling leather couch.

“Yes, I’m becoming a junior once we go back. I didn’t plan on staying longer, I just wanted to see where the noise was coming from. Sorry for intruding!” you squeaked out, gripping the doorway.

“We invite you, and tell us what you think about the song, kay?” Gojo said sluggishly, straightening his back. Shoko smiled, pulling out a cigarette.

“You want one?” She asked, offering the box to you, in which you shook your head ‘no’. Getou rolled his eyes, kicking the mini fridge door closed, holding a chilled water bottle.

“Shoko, they aren't a nicotine addict like you. Here (y/n),” he said, tossing the water bottle to you.

You giggled at the memory, watching the empty neighbourhood from your window. The sunset had turned the roads and auburn orange; it was pretty peaceful for the most part if you didn’t consider how it was absolutely boiling outside. Your eyes fluttered a bit as you watched Getou’s garage door open making your body perk up at the slightest. As the door opened, it revealed Getou in his tall glory, his black tank top hugging his waist, his black basketball shorts hiking up ever so slightly. Holding a bucket and a sponge, he approached the old red car that seemed to have a shine of its own. Pursing your lips, your mind wandered off with thoughts of a shirtless Getou with bubble studs running down his abs, causing you to feel a slight throb in your lower half.

You couldn’t wait any longer; you desperately needed that man.

Making your way outside, the heat slapped you in the face harshly. You could already feel the sweat starting to bead under your arms. Glancing both ways, you ran across the street, approaching the walkway to Getou’s home. The man paused his actions upon hearing your footsteps, turning to your direction. “Hey, (y/n)! What’s up?” He asked, filling the bucket with water from the hoses.

“No one was home and I felt kinda bored, are you about to wash the car?” You asked, walking over to the cadillac. He shrugged his broad shoulders.

“I was about to, but I don’t think watching me wash a car would be much entertainment for you,” Getou said with a smirk, turning off the hose water.

“I don’t mind,” you said, plopping yourself on the same old leather couch. (In fact, you enjoyed it more than you should have.) The sweat on your skin made the couch skin stick onto your body uncomfortably. He hummed, grabbing the soap resting on the wooden cabinet.

“Well, you can play with my guitar for the time being,” Getou smiled, spraying the car with the old green hose.

Your eyes remained locked on Getou as he scrubbed down the car, despite holding his guitar. “You just graduated right?” Getou asked, dunking the sponge in the soapy water.

“Yeah, I’m moving into the dorms next month,” you said, your fingertips running along the strings.

“Ah, which college?” he asked, looking over at you fiddling with the guitar.

“Same one as you, is it true that it’s a party school?” Getou let out a soft chuckle, rinsing down the car again with water.

“Between you and me, I go to at least 3 parties a week.” He snorted, small droplets of the water splashing onto his veiny forearms. Shifting in your seat, a wave of embarrassment washed over you; you hadn’t been to parties in high school, as you always had your nose in the books. Academics had always been your top priority, you had told yourself that you’ll experience school life during your last year of high school before realizing how little friends you had. You watched your early teen years run away from you by the time you turned 18. Getou seemed to notice your shift in demeanor, raising an eyebrow at your sullen face. “What’s wrong, dollface?” You flushed at the new nickname, stretching out your limbs as it was a habit whenever you were nervous.

“I just…never really got to experience high school; like the cool aspect of it. No parties or true friends. Just nothing. All I did was work and work. Of course, sometimes I hung out with your group, but it was never the same after you left,” you sighed out, laying your head against the old couch. “Even then, I felt like you were obligated to hang out with me because our parents were friends.” Getou’s eyes shifted from you to the car, as he held a tight grip on the microfiber towel.

“Do you still feel that way now?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, a little…” you mumbled, balling your fingers into a tight ball.

“Well, (y/n), the group likes you a lot; I like you a lot.” Getou said, dropping the towel on the hood of the car. His body moved towards yours in a hurry, his presence overwhelmed your senses. His cool wet skin came in contact with your hot sticky skin. “No experience huh? No drinking? No smoking?” He said, his finger hooking under your chin, beckoning your face even closer to his. “No partner?” You shook your head, your body continuously rising in temperature.

“I can teach you a few things,” he said, his lips ghosting over yours before he planted his moist lips against yours. Getou sucked the breath out of you, as his lips moved against yours. You tried chasing after his lips. He pulled away, chuckling, “you aren’t lying about not having experience, huh?”

“Shut up!” You flushed, your hands balling against your chest. He laughed, his hand moving up to cup your cheek.

“Just relax a bit, and follow my lead,” he said huskily, before pressing another open mouthed kiss. Slowly, you unballed your hands, resting them on Getou’s broad shoulders.

His other hand traveled down your body, resting at your waist, giving it a small squeeze. His weight on your body slowly caused you to lay down your body on the old couch while Getou pulled up, leaving butterfly kisses up your jaw. “I want you,” you finally said, a bit breathless from the intense kiss. With those three words, he picked you up from the couch, carrying you to the hood of his car. “W-wait! You just washed the car!”

“I’ve been waiting too long for me to care about the car right now,” he rasped, leaving sloppy kisses trailing down your neck. His cold hands went up your baggy shirt, leaving goosebumps on your heated skin before removing your shirt. He pressed a kiss on your collarbone, pinching at your nipples. Your breath got caught in your throat, legs twitching at the sudden stimulation. A sigh left your lips as Getou focused his attention at your perked up nipples.You let out a small gasp as he nipped at the sensitive bud, his teeth pulling at it. You looked down at him, your heart skipping a beat at the scene before you; his intense eyes were staring directly at you, his cheeks were slightly reddened. His breathing heavier as he switched off between sucking and twisting your nipples with his teeth. His mouth left your buds, a trace of saliva still connecting the two together before breaking. “Shorts off,” he said, taking off his tank top, revealing more of his tattoos that decorated his skin. Your eyes traveled down to his dark happy trail, your mouth slightly watering at the sight of his torso. “As much as I’m getting an ego boost from your drooling, I’m too fucking horny to keep waiting,” Getou said, trapping you on the car, both of his strong arms encasing your trembling body. Tugging down on your shorts, his thicker fingers played with your hole, his finger rimmed around teasing. A small whine left your mouth, dropping your head on his shoulder. Grinding your hips against his hand, soft pants eased out of you.

“Please Getou,” you gaped, your thighs twitching as heat pooled in your stomach. Your hand latched onto his wrist and he looked up at you, unamused. “It’s too much,” heavy breaths heaved through your body. A sly smirk split his face, pulling down his shorts. His dick slapped against his stomach; his tip was flushed red and precum oozed from the tiny hole. It was long and slender, with a small curve at the middle of his dick. It was a pretty dick in comparison to the porn you consumed thinking about the man in front of you. His tip pressed against your clenching hole, before pushing himself in you. A soft sigh left both of you; your walls expanding to accommodate his size. “S’ big,” you mewled out, feeling his dick throb at the slightest with your soft noises.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to move?” You nodded at Getou’s question, your heart slightly fluttering at his concerned tone.

You set the pads of my fingertips on his skin, gripping his shoulder. Touching him was addicting. Then, his first gentle thrust jerked against your hips.

He had hands on her hip, bracing himself, and his fingers curled into your flesh, strengthening their hold. His second thrust contained more power and went deeper, and this time your whole body bounced. Getou thrusted again and again, picking up his pace, and with each one you felt the pleasure build up in you with no time. The car started to rock with Getou’s increasingly rough thrusting, it creaked with age and weight. Your hot breaths rivaled the summer air that suffocated and put pressure on your lungs, trying to gasp for fresh air from his relentless thrusting. The scene before you made you salivate. His face, full of concentration, was haunting and erotic as he moved in and out of you. His raven hair loosened in its bun, strands of his hair stuck to his forehead. His grip on your hips tightened, soft grunts spewed from him. “Sugu- harder,” you managed to moan out, making the man nod while furrowing his eyebrows.

He slipped a hand behind your knee and lifted it, making your back fall flat on top of the cold car hood, setting your ankle on his shoulder and wrapped his tattooed arm around your thigh, pushing deeper with a thrust. His sounds of enjoyment were barely audible over your own moans. He pounded into you, furious and unapologetic, the car shook with brute force. The rubber band in his hair finally dropped, releasing his long hair and god, you wanted nothing more than to grab it. He knelt over you, moving his hand up to your jaw, roughly gripping it. Your wet bodies collided with each other, the hollow sound of your hips echoed in the open garage. You didn’t care if your neighbours heard how loud you were being. Your fingers entangled in his hair, pulling on the long strands. His eyes widened in shock at the sudden sensation, pausing his relentless thrusts. “Do it again.” Getou demanded, and you gladly obliged, tugging at his hair. A low whimper left his swollen lips. He picked up his pace once more; both of your moans mixed together, the air burned at your throats. His dick filled you perfectly, consistently hitting that sweet spot. The connection with him was too great, too powerful to hold back much longer. Your vision began to blur as pleasure spilled over. Pleasure from listening to his soft groans of satisfaction and the sheer force constantly abusing your sweet spot; it was not long before an orgasm washed over you, tears beading at your eyes. A silent moan got caught, leaving your mouth in an open ‘o’ expression as your back arched off the car. Getou’s orgasm came soon after, his iron grip on your leg and jaw clamped down, your walls milking him dry from his loads of cum that overflowed in your body. He dipped his head in your neck without pulling out, it was becoming a little uncomfortable for you. “How was your first time?” He asked, still panting into your collarbone.

“Amazing, but it would be even greater if you pulle-”

“Suguruuu, you know you left your wax pen at my- oh? What’s this?” The white haired male walked into the open garage, pausing in his long strides at the scene before him. Getou looked up at him, with a blank expression. Not even the slightest bit of shame or embarrassment on his face.

“Satoru, I’m kinda busy.” He deadpanned, you felt him getting hard once more inside you and wondered how much stamina the man had and if he had some sort of kink about getting caught in the act.

“I can definitely see that,” Gojo said as if he didn’t just walk in on his best friend rawdogging you and proceeded to make himself comfortable on the couch, manspreading his legs. Your eyes traveled down at the raging bulge constricting around Gojo’s pants, your eyes widening.

“So you two gonna continue or not?” He asked, with a sleazy smile.

[thirsty-pixie]

Princess

Harry Hook x Reader

Warning: unprotected sex

Word cound: 2922

"Ben I'm coming with you!" I said stomping my foot. "No dad will literally kill me if anything happens to you" Ben was my older brother, only a year older but still older. We had just been told that his precious Mal had went back to the isle and he was going to go get her. I didn't care what he said, I was going "Whatever Ben.... Evie make me an outfit pretty please" I smiled and turned to leave Ben's office. Ben tried to retort but I slammed the door smiling "I win" I whispered

I already wore quite a bit of black so it was easy to put together an outfit. I wore a black short skirt, fish net leggings, a midnight blue strapless shirt and a studded leather jacket. I looked in the mirror and Evie smiled "here these match that" she handed me my combat boots that she had studded and I slipped them on completing my out fit. "Perfect now let's hurry!" She grabbed my hand and we ran out to the car.

****

We made it to the isle and I was in awe, I never fit in back home and something about the isle felt right. Jay kept having to pull my back to the group due to me wandering, which shouldn't have come as a surprise. I was the adventurous type and Jay who was practically my best friend knew that. When we made it to Mal's place Ben went up alone to talk to her, Jay and and Evie were telling me about all the things they used to do before they came to Auradon.

Ben came down flustered and said she was staying, and while Evie tried talking to Mal Ben stormed off. I followed him so he wouldn't be alone but something grabbed us and pulled us into an alley that was hidden from the rest. Before I had the chance to scream a hand was placed over my mouth and I was looking into the most gorgeous blue eyes I had ever seen.

The hand was pulled away and my mouth was agape the more I studied his face the more something inside burned. "LET ME G-" I turned and seen Ben struggling but the other man hit him knocking him unconscious. The man with the blue eyes smiled and winked before going back to the alley. He dissapeared for a few minutes, when he returned he grabbed my arm and pulled me as he walked through the alley.

We were lead onto a ship and tied to a pole on opposite sides. "Why didn't you knock her out to?" I heard a female voice ask from behind me. "I uh I don't know.. she didn't struggle or scream. She might be mute" a man spoke before walking around to my side of the pillar. "Can ye speak?" He asked getting really close to my face. "Yeah but honestly I'd rather just listen to you talk" I said winking. "The names Y/n I'm Ben's younger, less popular sister" he raised an eyebrow and one side of his lips curled into a smirk.

"I like this one " he said laughing as he leaned over to look at the woman behind me "imma have some fun with you" he said in a raspy voice as he leaned back towards me. "Ooh I can't wait" my voice came out in a seductive tone that i barely even recognized. "Hey I'm taking Mr. King here to the restaurant keep an eye on princess. Grab him and lets go Gil!" The woman behind me said as her voice trailed off meaning she was walking away. I looked to my left and seen a man dragging my brother off the ship. Ben was just starting to regain consciousness, we made eye contact for a second before my head was forcibly turned back to the man.

He smiled and I felt my heart flutter, "don't worry about ye brotha they'll take good care of him." He whispered getting inches away from my face, his hand was still holding my chin firmly. I tilted my head slightly causing my nose to brush against his, his hand slowly slid from my jaw to around my neck. I took a deep breath and pulled at the ropes that restrained me. This man was doing things to me without even trying, he was bad news but I wanted more.

He watched me clearly amused by my struggling " ye know them are pretty tight. It's no use trying to get out" he leaned against the pillar with his forearm resting above my head, his warm breath tickling my neck as he leaned closer. He drug his hook down my neck stopping at my exposed cleavage, humming as he hooked my shirt. He pulled slightly exposing a little more skin, my breathing became rapid and goosebumps covered my body. I didn't realize how close he was until his lips brushed against my ear, "am I making ye nervous" I gulped down the lump in my throat and shook my head.

"Then what's wrong princess?" His lips grazed my neck and my breath hitched "do ye want me to stop?" He whispered snickering. "N-no" I studderd, earning a raspy hmmm. "Maybe we should find a uh not so public place?" I nodded vigorously and he laughed. "Well alrighty then" he undid my restraints and grabbed my bicep guiding me off the ship. I stumble after him trying to keep up and not trip over all the trash in the road, "wait I don't even know your name" I said stopping causing him to stop as well. He tried to pull me but I wouldn't budge "Why is that suddenly an issue?" He asked turning to look at me with a frustrated look on his face.

I stepped towards him placing my hands on his chest "well I should probably know the name I'll be screaming later" our bodies were pressed flush against each other and even in the dim light I could see his cheeks turn pink. "Well princess, since you put it like that, my name is Harry. Harry Hook the son of Captain Hook." He puffed out his chest proudly and I smiled. I held out my hand for him "you may proceed" he smiled and his eyes caught the light flashing a brighter blue as he grabbed my hand. "So where are we going" I asked curiously as he lead me through a maze of alleyways. "You'll see when we get there" he stated playfully.

My heart was about to poud out of my chest by the time we arrived, half from the running the other half from excitement. He opened the door and pulled me inside, closing the door extinguishing any light we had from outside. I blinked and squinted trying to see but it was no use, suddenly I heard a loud clink and a trail of lights lit one after the other all around the room. I blinked away the spots from the sudden brightness and smiled seeing him toss his hook on the table then saunter towards me.

He roughly grabbed my waist with one hand and slid the other behind my neck pressing his body to mine. He tilted my head back "are ye sure about this princess?" He asked his voice low and raspy, "yes now shut up and kiss me" our lips pressed together in a battle for dominance. He squeezed my hip and pulled my body tighter against his as he bit my bottom lip eliciting a moan from me. He smiled and attached his lips to my neck leaving small marks leading down to my exposed collarbone.

His hands moved to the hem of my shirt pulling it up over my head, I felt my face get warm as I suddenly became self conscious. He pulled my hands away from my stomach and smiled kissing me "Enchanting." He whispered as he pulled away, I smiled and bit my lip looking away towards the bed. He dropped his coat and pulled off his shirt tossing it to the side, I was mesmerized by his toned body. "Like what you see doll?" He cooed sending a shiver down my spine. I nodded and ran my hands down his abs before kissing him, he pushed me towards the bed until the back of my legs hit the edge.

A devious smile crept onto his face and he pushed me roughly backwards onto his bed, I yelped as I hit the firm mattress but before I could react Harry was on top of me kissing every inch of exposed skin. His hands shakily traced over my breasts, my chest was heaving as my breathing intensified. He slid a hand under my and undid my bra, he slid the straps down my shoulders and tossed the bra to the side. Once I was exposed he gently started massaging and nibbling my breasts, I moaned quietly as he left a trail of sloppy kisses down my stomach to the waistline of my skirt.

He looked at me for permission and I nodded biting my cheek, my stomach was doing flips I was so nervous. He slid my skirt and my fishnets down my legs discarding them and my boots. My body tensed at the thud of my boots hitting the concrete floor, he dragged his fingers up my legs as he brought his lips back to mine. The kiss was brief before he pulled away to kick his boots off, he undid his belt and let his pants slide off. I could see the outline of his hardened member pressing against the fabric of his boxers, hooked his thumbs in the elastic band and pulled them off before getting back on the bed.

He placed his hand on either side of my head and dipped down planting a single kiss on my lips "ever done this before doll?" His tone changed from his usual playful, teasing tone to a softer more serious one. I shook my head sheepishly and he nodded "I'll go easy on ya then" he winked and I smiled "ok...." he positioned himself between my legs and teased me with the tip rubbing it up and down. He pushed in a tiny buy then rubbed up and down again "Harry..." I whined causing him to smile. He pressed the tip in again, going deeper, I felt a burning sensation that made me squirm a little.

He bottomed out and I inhaled through my teeth trying to ignore the pain, he slowly pulled out and the burning sensation faded away. He pushed back in slower than before, "H-harry faster" he bit his lip and bucked his hips causing me to moan loudly and arch my back. A low growl came from him as he pulled out and thrust against the tip of his member smashing against my cervix. I dug my nails into his back as he he rammed into me, he rested his forehead on mine low raspy moans and curse words spill from his lips.

I felt an indescribable feeling building up in my core with every thrust, "Harry I-I think I'm gon-" he cut me off by pressing his lips against mine. He thrust harder and faster causing that feeling to explode like flood gates bursting open, a feeling of euphoria spread through my body. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he continued to thrust, he attacked my neck kissing and biting the sensitive skin. He put all his weight on one arm and with the other he lifted my leg to get a better angle as he aggressively bucked his hips hitting that spot each time causing that familiar sensation to return.

By the time that explosion came I was screaming his name, his thrusts started to become sloppy and his breathing became choppy. He thrust in deep once, twice then the third time I felt him twitch. He sighed and kissed me before pulling out and layed next to me. "How was that princess?" He asked in his cocky tone of voice. I laughed and layed my head on his chest "well two things. One, I cant feel my legs and two, I think I love you" he laughed and tilted his head to look at me. "Oh is that so?" I nodded and he kissed me.

"Well I guess we should do it again just to be sure" he grabbed the blanket that had been tossed on the ground and pulled it over us. "Don't we have to get back to the ship?" I asked running my hand over his chest admiring his muscles. "Nah we can go back in the morning." He wrapped his arms around me hugging me tightly. I closed my eyes and smiled "ok" I whispered falling asleep.

I woke up to the sound of a metal clinking, I opened my eyes to see shirtless Harry standing at the edge of the bed. "Good morning princess" he said a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You have your pants on so I assume morning sex is off the table" I smiled sitting up holding the blanket to cover myself. "As much as I'd love to Uma is kinda freaking out. I guess she went to the ship last night and neither of us were there." He leaned over and kissed me running his thumb over my cheek bone gently.

I whined when he stood up and put his shirt on, he shook his head and laughed tossing my clothes on the bed for me. I got dressed quickly and went to his mirror to fix my hair, "ready?" He asked grabbing his hook from the table. I nodded and yawned, I followed him out the door and though the maze of alleyways and streets back to the ship.

"And where exactly have you two been" the woman who I assumed was Uma asked in an annoyed tone. "Well I got tired and wanted to go to bed. But you told me to keep an eye on her so I took her with me." Harry slung his arm over my shoulder throwing me off balance causing me to lean on him. "And her ropes?" She raised her eyebrows pointing to the pile of ropes laying where I was tied to the pillar.

"Mmmh yeah. Should a kept those with us. Being tied up makes it more fun.... maybe next tim." He picked up the ropes and I nodded. The realization set in and I felt my face get hot, Uma raised en eyebrow at me and smiled. "So princess isn't as much of a goodie goodie as we thought?" She laughed and Harry pulled me to his chest. I hid my face hoping to hide from the embarrassment that this was all said infront of all her crew and my older brother.

"Don't worry princess no one here is judge you" Harry whispered kissing my temple. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes "I hate you" he shook his head and smiled. "No you don't" Harry let go of me and turned to Uma who was picking up the ropes. "Tie her back up so when the others come it looks like shes here against her will." He grabbed the ropes and loosely tied me back up just in time. Mal, Carlos, Jay, Evie and one of the other students came out onto the dock.

It was time for the hand off and Harry was cutting us loose, I stood up and the ropes fell to the ground at my feet. I turned to look at Harry who had an angry look plastered on his face, "come on Y/n let's go" Ben said as Mal was pushing him away from the ship. Harry look away from me and I felt a pang in my chest, but before I could say I wanted to stay Mal grabbed me and pulled me with her. Uma realized the wand was a fake and a fight broke out, I was trying to find Jay but I got hit in the back of the head and was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up it was mostly quiet other than the sound of footsteps pacing on the dock. I stood up from the pile of nets and canvas to see blurry figure a few feet away. "Hey what happened" I asked trying to regain my sight. "Y/n? I thought ye left with the rest of 'em" i recognized the voice and smiled. "Harry..." my vision started to become clearer as he ran up to me, he wrapped his arms around me tightly. "I got hit in the head I missed the whole fight.... I was trying to find Jay so I could tell him goodbye" I explained what had happened but he just looked at me confused.

"Why would he need to tell 'im goodbye?" He asked tilting his head. "Because I wanted to stay here with you on the isle." His face lit up when I said this and he smiled. "was it that good that you would abandon you life in Boradon?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I laughed and elbowed him "alright don't get cocky Harry. But yes. And I never really fit in or felt like I belonged there, but here I feel like I can fit in here." He smiled and hugged me "so it was that good".

[goodnightallwhites]

Two Hot Blondes Get Judged By Moon

Two Hot Blondes Get Judged

By Moon

It is nighttime at Coxville Airport, a man is standing at the luggage carousel, he picks up his suitcase.

 Night time at the Summer's residence. Kitty Summers is alone in the Summer's family pool, her hands slide over her large bikini clad breasts as she bites her lip and roll her eyes in lust. Her Mother, Jenny Summers walks out of the house wearing a tiny, sexy black dress showing off her huge cleavage and curvy, toned body. Kitty snaps from her moment of lust as Jenny stands above her eyeing what lies beneath the surface of the water. "I see you've claimed the pool, mine will be here any minute I'll keep him inside" Jenny announces and then walks back into the house and into the kitchen.

 Kitty looks down as a large dark mass appears from below the waterline of the pool right in front of her. A mass of snaking black muscle uncoils upwards to face her. "Was that your mom?" Samson asks with a gasp of breath "You know she can join us if she wants" he suggests with a smirk, glancing back towards the kitchen. "What, like I'm not enough?" Kitty asks challengingly thinking the big black athlete can be a jerk sometimes. Samson turns back to the small girl and picks her up "Girl, you got it all and you know it". Kitty moans as she is then lowered down on his submerged black cock, her big breasts press against his solid frame as she slides down, impaling herself further. Samson looks back towards the kitchen "but she sure have some big ol' titties" he mutters under his breath.

 In the kitchen Jenny sips a drink, she stares at the huge salt and pepper dispensers on the counter top, only one thought filling her mind. Whilst gripping the drink in one hand her other slides over her huge breasts giving one a squeeze. She moans as her hand continues it's journey down her curvaceous body. When she reaches her exposed thigh her hand changes direction and dives up under her dress. She stares at the darker coloured pepper dispenser as her hand works furiously on her boiling pussy. The doorbell rings. Jenny puts down her drink and walks down the hallway toward the front door, one impressively long heel after another. Biting her lip whilst juices start to trickle down her legs in anticipation. She reaches the door and opens it, a huge, dark, smartly dressed figure fills the frame his face hidden by the night. Jenny looks up at the massive presence pressing against her house. "You took your damn time" she blurts angrily her face wound up with lust, her hands automatically reaching out. She grabs the hulking shadow and pulls him into the light towards her "Kiss me" she cries out. Coach Black picks Jenny up as she wraps her limbs around him "Damn bitch, you are in heat tonight, you just can't wait can you?" the Coach remarks with a chuckle. They kiss with a animal passion, the Coach walks them further into the hallway and slams the door behind him.

 On the highway a car is driving along through the night, the driver reaches over to adjust the radio station, releasing a political debate into the air.

 Outside in the pool Kitty is on all fours, precariously balanced on the pool steps and enduring a harsh fucking from the big, meaty football player behind her. "Ugghhh shiiit fuck me Samson, ooohhh" Kitty screams as Samson pummels his huge dick into her. She decides that the sound of the door slamming most likely means her Mother's prize has arrived. Samson roughly grabs Kitty's ponytail as he ploughs away making her big tits swing "Damn girl, you been keeping in shape. You must have fucked all the Niggas in School and you're still as tight as hell". Kitty looks back at him, a devilish look across her face "mmmmm, you betcha black ass I am, I'm the hottest pussy in School". "Bitch, you the hottest pussy in town..." Samson gives her an extra hard slam "uggghh" Kitty reacts. "...and the tightest..." Samson slams her again, increasing the power behind it "UGGNNHH!" Kitty reacts again. "...and the deepest!" Samson slams his whole dick up her pussy as hard as he can "UUGGHH Fuucck!" Kitty screams.

 Inside, in the hallway Jenny still has her athletic, shapely legs wrapped around The Coach's bulging muscles, her small black dress ridden up and down, forced into a crinkled belt around her small waist. The Coach's silk shirt ripped open displaying his expansive chest which now presses tightly against Jenny's bare breasts. One of The Coach's big black hands supports Jenny's body, the other diving in and out of her pussy. Two of his fingers rampantly fuck the beautiful, desperate blonde, sending pussy juices splashing all over his solid, sturdy stomach and the waist of his trousers. "Ugghh, yes Coach, you fucking stud, finger fuck me mmmnnhh" Jenny moans. "Bitch, you need to get on my dick, it's about to bust through my god damn pants". Jenny, lipstick smeared around her mouth looks down panting, there is a rriippp. "Damn bitch, hurry up these pants ain't cheap!" The Coach orders. Jenny turns her beautiful, lust filled face back to the Coach's and begins to slide down his front aided by the couple's perspiration and her own slick pussy juice coating the Coach's stomach. Jenny's pussy comes in to contact with the huge, straining bulge in the Coach's pants as her big heavy breasts slides up to her chin as she drags herself down. As she reaches the ground with her knees she is met with the pulsing mass of cock hidden behind a thin layer of stretched fabric. "Hurry up Bitch" The Coach demands as Jenny stares at the long, thick, jerking tube of flesh, it's veins popping up through the tense material. "I can't wait to get at this perfect pussy pleaser" she thinks to herself. With a devilish look on her face Jenny grabs either side of the Coach's pants. Rrrriiiiippppp, the blonde slut tears the trousers to pieces setting the huge, hard cock free. The big cock smacks violently against the rock hard abs of The Coach's stomach, sending a splat of pussy juice splaying out all around it. "You stupid fucking whore, I'm going to teach you a fucking lesson bitch!" the Coach shouts angrily at the teasing white slut beneath him. Jenny takes hold of the rigid black cock with both hands, strings of slime connecting it with the Coach's stomach, she bites her lip and smiles excitedly. "Oooh, yeah" She moans "Teach me a lesson with your big fucking dick".

 The car has stopped at a gas station. Inside the driver is buying some flowers.

 Outside Kitty and Samson have changed positions, Kitty is in the air, clinging on to the pool's curved, metal ladder which leads into the water. Samson is on his feet behind with a strong and sturdy grip on her waist "Fuck my ass you big black mother-fucker!" Kitty screams as Samson pile drives into her asshole. "Yeah bitch, take that fucking dick up your sweet ass" Samson commands as he works his big athletic body, the pool light shining off his shiny, sculpted body.

 In the hallway the Coach has picked Jenny back up, her legs wrapped around his waist and is screwing her hard in her pussy "fuck me harder, you big black bull!" she screams "teach me a fucking lesson!"

 The car is back on the road and has entered a suburban area, it drives past the Coxville High Campus.

 Outside, Kitty has also been picked up by her big black hulk. With her back pressed against Samson's wide, muscular torso and her shapely legs in each of his hands she bucks up and down on his big cock and he pistons it in and out of her ass. She looks back at the big black brute "I think I can see Mom, fuck me up against the window." she orders "I want to watch Coach fuck that bitch". "Sure thing slut" Samson complies "I wanna see that shit too" I thinks as he carries her to the Kitchen window and lets her feet down to touch the ground. With her hands up against the window and Samson fucking her from behind Kitty peers in through the window. "Shit this is one hot show" Kitty exclaims as there before her she can see her Mother getting taught a hard lesson by the big, black, muscular Football Coach.

 The car pulls up outside a house and the driver gets out.

 In the hallway Jenny has again changed position, she is now clinging to the two lowest of the stairwell's banisters. Her long heels making her back arch up and her bubble butt point straight up. "Ugggnnhh fuck me deep you fucking nigger!" Jenny cries out as The Coach slams his big fat dick down her ass all the way.

 The driver walks up the front drive towards the front door.

 "That's it you damn slut, take all ma' dick bitch" The Coach shouts as he pounds the blonde slut harder. Jenny grips more determinedly to the banisters, her face a grimace of lust, her back arched as far as is possible "oh fuck! Fuck me!" she screams "deeper! Fuck me deeper, I want more!". With his whole dick smashing into the blonde's round, shiny, bubble butt he is reminded of something. Mid fuck strokes the Coach reaches into the back pocket of his ruined pants and pulls out a chunky metal ring. He pushes it down to a viewable level for Jenny "You want more? You gonna love this".

 The driver approaches the door and aligns his key with the key-hole.

 Jenny, sweating and panting looks back at the strange piece of jewellery, glinting gold in the big black hand. Jenny's face mixes absolute lust with a hint of confusion.

 The door opens.

 Jenny's face darts to the door, her face drops. The Coach's face spins to the door, his mouth opens. The golden ring drops from his hand making a large thud as it hits the floor signalling silence.

 Outside Kitty reacts to the newest addition to the house forcing Samson and herself away from the window and up against the wall not to be seen "Oh Shit!" she exclaims. Kitty hurriedly forces Samson to hop over the fence. "You have to go, now!" she half-whispers as she pushes his big, shiny, muscular, black ass over the fence "What the fuck?" he cries as he disappears.

 In the hallway the two lovers are frozen in position as they look open mouthed at the figure in the doorway. Harold looks at his wife, naked, bent over, a mess of bodily fluid. "Honey bunch?" he asks desperately and confused. With a loud plop the Coach's cock backs out of the well fucked blonde pussy. Harold's eyes dart to what created the sound and his mouth drops open and he releases everything he is carrying. His suitcase crashes to the floor and flowers are sent scattering around his feet.

   The next morning

   A television set is on, it flicks to an advert, a large black man is promoting a marriage breakup attorney services."Going through divorce proceedings?" The Lawyer on the TV explains. "Let me guess, you're a beautiful women who's husband just doesn't give you the time of day. You're scared that he has all the power? Well that's where I come in....." The TV ad drifts in the back ground. Jenny is sitting on the sofa in the Summer's house half-watching the television, distracted by the events of the previous night. Jenny's perfect body is covered in a tiny night dress, one that barely reaches the bottom of her ass and that is verging on see-through showing off her huge unsupported breasts. She plays with the golden ring in her hands as her daughter Kitty walks in. Kitty saunters in wearing a pleated, tartan mini skirt which like her Mother's attire doesn't reach the bottom of her ass cheeks and a tight, skimpy vest-top which barely contains her ample chest. Kitty looks at her Mother sitting on the couch looking very sorry for herself "So how did Dad take it?" she asks. "He is so upset Kitty, I feel kind of bad for him" Jenny answers "More like you're annoyed you were caught" Kitty bounces back giggling to herself. Jenny looks up at her slutty daughter with a menacing look "How dare you, you little bitch" Jenny shouts, she pauses and looks back at the metal ring in her hands. "Your father has agreed to work through this, he is just taking a breather" Jenny explains. "Well I need a lift to School, are you going in to work?" Kitty asks uncaring of the situation whilst adjusting her hair in the living room mirror. "No, we are both taking a couple of days off to work through this" Jenny replies "Your father said he would be gone for a couple of hours, you will need to get the bus". Kitty makes a disgusted face "The bus? Ew". Kitty spots the golden ring in her Mother's hand "Hey, what's that?" she asks. Jenny looks at the inscription on the outside of the ring "perfect" it reads "it's an armband that the Coach left here, I think it's a gift". Kitty rolls her eyes as she heads to the front door "Armband? Yeah right" she giggles "Well, I'm out of here I've got a LONG, HARD day at School to get through". Kitty walks out of the house with her hand-bag, into the bright sunshine and down the driveway, her ass swinging from side to side in the tiny skirt as she goes.

 In the house Jenny sighs "that girl can be such a bitch sometimes" she thinks to herself. She looks, confused at the chunky metal ring spinning it around to see it's wide girth. "What was Kitty implying" Jenny thinks "of course it's an armband". With curiosity leading her Jenny slides the golden band up, all the way to her upper right arm "hmm, it looks good" she thinks. At that moment the doorbell rings, Jenny jumps up and goes to the front door thinking that it must be Harold back early. Jenny opens the door wide "I'm glad you're ba..." she starts but then realises what she is looking at. Her mouth drops open as her eyes settle on a huge black man, wearing a delivery man's uniform and cap. In the heat the delivery man had removed his uniform shirt and was simply wearing a tight white vest and small shorts. His huge shoulders jutted out of the tight vest, his tree trunk thighs bursting out of his shorts, his massive arms snaking down to a large parcel and his small shorts were stretching to accommodate another package equally as large. "Special Deliv... Got-daymn" The delivery man announced.

 On the side of the road Kitty was walking to the bus stop, her ample cleavage shining in the sunshine and her round ass rolling from side to side. She turned the corner and spotted the School Bus up ahead of her. The doors hissed shut and the big yellow truck trundled off into the distance. "God damn it" she cursed "how the hell am I going to get to School now, I'm not going back home, there is no way I'm sticking around for Mom and Dad's make up" she thought to herself. "plus I've got some guys lined up for today". "Fuck" she cursed again, having her own little tantrum in the street. She suddenly heard the sound of another bus and past her drove the public bus, heading to the same stop. "perfect" she exclaimed as she walked up to the stop. Sshhhhtttfff, the doors opened and Kitty peered in. The big fat black bus driver looked down at her "you getting on or ain't ya?" he queried. Kitty timidly climbed aboard "The High School please" she asked placing money down on the drivers booth. She made her way gingerly up the aisle looking at all the taken seats at the front of the bus the big, fat driver eyeing he curvaceous ass. As she reached the middle of the bus it suddenly jerked forward sending her flying and knocking her hand bag to the floor. Kitty bends down from her waist to pick her bag back up, gravity pushing her big tits up against her vest-top "You can come sit with me girl" a deep voice rumbled. Kitty looks up from her bent down position, the view of her body that she was giving was incredible. Her tits spilling out of her top and her back arched sending her bubble ass up into the air. "Holy shit" the bus-driver mumbles as he spots the opposite view in his mirror of her round ass and tiny thong. Kitty's immediate reaction is to bite her lip at what she sees. The deep voice came from a big, black, muscular thug sitting by himself in the empty second half of the bus. Wearing baggy jeans and vest. This thug looked angry and viscous, his large muscular body covered in tattoos. "You can come sit on this" he growled as he grabbed a large bulge in his baggy pants.

 At the house Jenny signs the electronic device and looks up at the big brute in her doorway. "Oh my god" she says in a teasing voice "I had forgotten this was coming..." she passes back the device "and look what it came with" she smiles up at the delivery man. "Where do you want it Miss?" he asks with a smirk. Jenny smiles naughtily back "come in, you can put it down here" she replies as she points to the hallway table. The hulking man bends down to fit into the house and walks past Jenny, her eyes following his every move. The man puts the box down on the table, as Jenny makes contact with him. Putting her hand on his forearm "where are my manners? You look soooo hot" Jenny states seductively "do you want some juice?". "I sure as hell do" he says as he shuts the door behind him whilst Jenny's hand slides up his arm.

 On the bus An old, white women, sitting at the front is confused by a clear liquid that has begun trickling down under her seat from the back of the bus. The old women looks back, all she sees is the black thug sitting there alone. The thug is still on the back row but is now behind the seat in front shielding Kitty who is crouched between his big legs. From beneath his baggy pants has sprung a huge throbbing cock of which Kitty is doing her best to accommodate in her throat. "yeah, that's it bitch take my dick down your throat" the Thug whispers down to her. Kitty's desperate face looks back up at him "holy shit, he's pushing it so hard down my throat" she thinks to herself as she fingers herself sending a river of her pussy juice onto the bus floor which in turn dribbles towards the front. With both hands Kitty pulls the huge black dick from her mouth, sending a splutter of spit over the edge of the seat. Another bus passenger from the front reacts to the noise, half-turning their head back but then tries to forget they ever heard it. "I want you to force this up my pussy" Kitty whispers to the Thug, a lustful look on her face "right now".

 In the Summer's hallway Jenny is naked, her tiny nightie encircling her feet as she crouches in front of the huge Delivery man. With her hands wrapped on the Delivery man's huge, hanging dick she pulls on it, desperate to get it hard. "Slow down bitch" The Delivery man orders "what's this on your arm?" he asks as her takes hold of her upper arm to examine it. "It's my new arm band" Jenny explains with a smile "do you like it?". The Delivery man laughs "bitch, take that fucking thing off and watch this" he orders. Confused, Jenny complies and slides the armband off "What are you going to do?" she asks. "Now slide that mother fucker up my dick" he commands "you gonna love this". Jenny takes hold of the Delivery man's half-hard cock and pushes the thick, golden ring up and along the shaft. "All the way to the balls bitch" the Delivery man orders as Jenny pushes it all the way to the base of his thick, black cock. Jenny's eyes widen as the huge cock in front of her grows rapidly "Oh shit" she mutters under breath. The fat dick grows, thickens, lengthens and hardens ."Oh my god, it's soo fucking hard and hot" Jenny moans as she tries to squeeze the straining member "the Coach is a genius" she thinks. "Impressive huh?" the Delivery man boasts "You been carrying a cock ring around on that sexy lil' arm of yours" he laughs. Jenny's mouth instinctively opens, mesmerised by the massive dick in her hands "Let's go upstairs, I neeed this in me" she moans "and bring that parcel".

 On the bus Kitty is perched just above the Thug's mighty cock, protected by the back of the chair in front. The Thug grasps her waist, Kitty leans back and whispers top the Thug "I'm soo wet, force the whole thing up inside me". "Sure thing slut" the Thug answers gripping her waist and with a powerful thrust pushes her down to his lap. Kitty's eyes spring open as wide as they will go, both hands accompanied by a big, black one shoot up to her mouth muffling her screams. This time the Driver notices the situation happening on the back seat in the bus mirror. He sniggers to himself and carefully directs the bus into an upcoming pothole. With the whole of the Thug's huge dick in side her the bus's bounce makes it smash in and out of her at an incredible rate. Another scream emanates into the muffling hands as Kitty's eyes roll back into her head. "Fuuucck, I'm cumming so hard" she screams in her mind.

 Back at the house Jenny and the Delivery Man are now in her and Harold's bedroom. The parcel that was delivered is now torn open and the packaging discarded on the floor. Jenny is on all fours on the bed and completely naked. Sweaty and panting "unnggghh fuck" she moans as the big delivery man fucks her from behind. "You ready for your new toy bitch?" the Delivery Man asks as he fucks her. He holds up her newly unwrapped, giant, vibrating dildo. Jenny looks back at the monster dildo. "Oh god yes! Ram it up my ass and turn it to the max!" she shrieks in anticipation. The Delivery Man takes the vibrator and turns the dial at it's base around. The huge shaft goes crazy, buzzing and wobbling like a wild thing. Having trouble handling it the Delivery Man pushes up against Jenny's tight ass hole. "You ready for this?" he asks "Shove it up there" Jenny screams "Ruin my ass!". The Delivery Man shoves the whole thing up her ass as he fucks her pussy "Agghhhhh! Oh. My. God!" Jenny screams "I'm cumming already, it's soo fucking intense". "unngghh" she cries "yeah, take it you freaky bitch" he cries "I want more, fuck me!" she screams. "Oh my god, both him and that thing up my ass must each be nearly as big as Principal Long and I want more! What is wrong with me!" Jenny thinks to herself.

 Todd walks along the street with his friends to start a new day at Coxville High. "Yo bruh, have you checked out that new cover teacher, Mrs Blackwood?" one of Todd's friends ask "dude, she is so hot, I bet she would let me bang her" another chimes in "shit yeah, she looks kind of like Kitty's Mom" another adds. "Shit guys" Todd cries "I told you not to talk about that whore, fuck.". The group of white boys all turn their heads as a bus drives past, their faces dropping. Through the window, on the back seat was Kitty riding a huge, black Thug's massive dick. Todd's face turns even whiter "fuck!" he mumbles looking absolutely devastated.

 Kitty continues to ride the bus for a couple of blocks trying her best to be as quiet as possible until she notices the building up ahead at the end of the road. "Oh shit, my stop's coming up, we have to finish up, I've got another one of you niggers waiting for me in the dugouts" she whispers. "Bitch, you ain't going nowhere until I've cum" the Thug explained with a quiet growl. "Fine" Kitty agreed and with that she started bucking up and down on the Thug as fast as she could. "Oh my fucking god" Kitty wheezed quietly through gritted teeth as she started cumming "cum inside my pussy!" The Thug, unable to take it any longer grabs her forcefully by the waist and forces her back down on his lap and pumps his huge load up into her womb. Kitty squeaks as hot cum spurted out from her stretched pussy over the seat beneath her.

 The bus drove off leaving Kitty standing outside her School sweaty, dishevelled and cum pouring down her legs. "That was like, the best start to the day" she thought to herself with a smile on her face.

 In Jenny's bedroom, she was till getting pounded by the huge black man and the giant dildo. "Oh my god! I'm fucking cumming soo fucking hard!" she shrieks as the Delivery man shoots a huge load up her pussy "oh shit" he moans. The two settle to catch their breath, cum spilling over the bed sheets. "I've lost count how many times you have made me cum" Jenny explains as the Delivery Man pulls out the monster dildo. He then pushes a finger into her ass "mmmm" Jenny moans. The man's face changes to shock as he looks down at his finger "Damn girl, that's a tight grip. How the hell do you keep that up?". Jenny looks back at him, giving him a naughty look "With all the Niggers I fuck, I gotta keep myself in check" she states proudly. The delivery man's mouth is hanging open, his gaze fixed on the door. Jenny turns back, Harold is standing there in the doorway his face white as a ghost. The still sight of his wife butt naked, glistening in sweat with a muscled black stud impaling her with his giant cock. The Delivery Man puts his hands in the air, in one the monster dildo, still vibrating and covered in Harold's wife's ass juice. "Not again" Jenny sighs.

   The next day

   Harold marches through the corridors of Coxville High.

 In her office Jenny is sucking down the entirety of Principal Long's monster cock yet again. "Damn girl, good thing you got your ass in today, I could have done with busting a nut in yo pussy yesterday as well" The Principal tells her.

 Harold keeps marching, a look of frustrated anger tightened on his dumpy white face. He passes a supply cupboard.

 In the supplies cupboard Kitty is being double fucked by the two Janitors again "unnghh, unnghh, fuck me" she yelps.

 Harold marches up to a door and burst into a room. There is his wife with an 18 inch black cock down her throat. "oh shit" the Principal cries, jumping to the sudden intrusion. Jenny doesn't do anything but look at her little angry husband. Harold's silly face boils in anger.

After catching his beautiful, blonde, shapely wife getting screwed by a big, black man not once but three times Harold Summers had decided to take action. The most recent occasion in which he had found his wife partaking in adulterous behaviour with a black man was on the Coxville High Campus. His wife had every single one of the Principal's 18 inch long cock down her slut throat and was loving it. This altercation had left Harold angry and in the heat of the moment his face had twisted into a doughy mess of spitting venom....

 Harold sits in the Courtroom, the same angry face twists off his head. His equally puny white prosecuting lawyer standing by his side, protecting him. "...and that is how the defendant has put my client through hell these past few weeks and who knows how much longer it has been going on behind his back." the lawyer yells to the Courtroom. "Objection your Honor, this is mere speculation and has no basis in truth" Jenny Summer's big, black defence lawyer cries out as he stands in the courtroom. "Objection sustained, the prosecution cannot make wild accusations until evidence is displayed..." The Judge explains. The Judge waves his hammer at the weedy prosecuting lawyer attached to it his huge, dark black hand which joined a gigantic arm that disappeared under a heavily disguising black gown. A big, bearded, menacing face jutting out the top scowling down at the ants beneath him.

 Jenny is sitting beside her lawyer and wearing an unbelievably revealing purple dress and showing off her new 'arm band' that the Coach gave to her. She reaches up and takes hold of her defence lawyer, his big frame stretching his suit. She tugs on his arm and he follows back down to his seat. Jenny ignores the ramblings of the prosecution "I'm soo glad I have you on my side" Jenny tells her lawyer adorably "Have I shown my full appreciation yet?" she asks fluttering her cat-like eyes. "I think you have Mrs Summers" He answers with a smirk "You've shown me everyday this week, but you know I can always be shown some more". With a naughty smile on her face Jenny slides her hand under the table and onto her Lawyer's crotch "I'm soo fucking horny".

 Kitty Summers is sitting in an aisle of the Courtroom uninterested as to the proceedings of the courtroom. With her feet up against the bench in front of her, her shapely uncovered legs are on full display. The tiny green dress does nothing to hide her tiny pink thong barely covering her tight, little pussy. Her big, firm, unsupported breasts barely contained within the extremely low cut, blue top look perfect. Kitty's arm is now also adorned with an band but unlike her mother's golden one hers is solid pink plastic, as pink as her lips and the shiny lolly pop she is swirling around in her mouth. Distracted from the court case Kitty's eyes make a journey around the room playing the game of 'spot the big black man'. "I wonder if there are any potential studs around" she thinks. She noticing a couple of hot, black men "nice" she thinks to herself as she sucks hard on her lollypop making a big "pop" sound. She spots one of the bailiffs turn his head disapprovingly towards her, reacting to the noise. Kitty pouts at the young, athletic, black bailiff blowing him a kiss. The bailiff raises his eyebrow at her with a smile, intrigued by her flirtatious actions. "mmm, he is top on my list" Kitty thinks to herself picturing his big dick. Her concentration is suddenly broken by the sound of the court room door opening and closing and a very large shadow passing over her. Kitty's eyes follow the figure, her mouth open, her lolly pop hanging out. As the massive presence turns to enter an aisle Kitty gets a full look. Standing up ahead of her was the biggest black man she had ever seen. The giant must have been approaching 7 foot tall and his muscles fought against his basic hoody and track pants Kitty could tell that his muscular development put the Coach to shame. "oh my fucking god this mother fucker is gigantic" she thinks to herself, gasping.

 "mmmmnn" Jenny moans as she gropes her Lawyers expanding crotch "oooh fuck you're big" Jenny pants "I want to suck your dick right here, right now" she whispers "hmmmnn I'm getting so excited". "Well all I'm going to do is to be sitting here going through the case" The Lawyer replies slyly as he picks up an A4 folder of notes and papers placing it down on the table so to make it stand vertically. Jenny looks mischievously at the newly formed cover and then back under the table "mmm, this is soo naughty, I can't believe I'm doing this in the middle of court" she whispers as she unzips his suit pants. "I'm getting so turned on" she moans as she reaches in to the Lawyer's pants and fishes around for his growing black cock. "That's it bitch jerk that dick" the Lawyer orders in a whisper as Jenny brings out his huge cock under the safety of the newly erected folder. "mmm, it's so thick and hard" she moans as she starts beating the Lawyer off with both of her hands at a quickening pace.

 The giant, black man is sitting and watching Jenny pulling off her Lawyer, he has the perfect angle to get a glimpse of the action at the Defence's desk. The giant man smirks whilst unbeknownst to him a small shapely girl slips into the empty space beside him. The huge man hears a loud SCHMACK POP and turns his head to see what is now next to him "Daymn, where the hell did this slut come from?" the giant thinks. Kitty is sitting there, her bare, athletic legs gently crossed, her big breasts thrust out towards him, her full lips wrapped around a shiny red lollypop and her big blue eyes wide and fluttering. "Do you want to taste my lollypop mister?" Kitty teases making the big man twist his vast body around to face her. "Baby, you have no idea" the giant's attempt at a whisper rumbles through her. "mmmnn, you're such a big boy" Kitty moans as she leans forward , sliding a hand on to his tree trunk thick thigh "I wonder if you're just as big where it counts?" she teases seductively. The huge man pauses a beat and leans over her tiny body and looks down on her "I'm not big...". For a moment a sense of disappointment washes over Kitty her face dropping "...I'm fucking massive" he continued with a deep chuckle. Kitty quickly perked up biting her lip and squeezing the big man's track pants with both hands, the bench vibrating from his laugh.

 Jenny, still beating off her big, black Lawyer purses her lips "I want this in my throat" she whispers. "Go for it bitch" the Lawyer responds in a hiss. Jenny looks around the room, no one is looking at her, everyone giving their attention to the weedy prosecutor on the opposite side of the room. Her face disappears behind the folder cover "this is sooo naughty" she thinks as she takes the bulbous black head of her Lawyer's cock into her mouth. She takes the trouble to find and fish out the Lawyer's big balls from his unzipped pants as she steadily makes her way down his shaft . The Lawyer's fist clenches as he desperately tries to cover the action by acting as if he is focusing on the case. Jenny's eyes roll back as she bobs up and down on his thick cock, spit splattering all over The Lawyer's crotch and flicking up onto her face "mmmnnn" she moans. "objection your honor!" the Lawyer cries, this time remaining seated as he puts his big hand on the back of Jenny's blonde head and forces the remainder of his cock down her throat. Strings of spit spurt out her well stretched throat, some even shoot out her nose "I'm making such a mess" Jenny thinks to herself. "objection sustained" the Judge bellows at the prosecutor suddenly catching a bit of the show unfolding at the opposite desk. Harold also notices the depraved spectacle and shrieks loudly, pointing just as Jenny brings her Lawyer to climax sending a gush of thick cum shooting out the sides of her well stretched mouth and nose. Nobody looks, instead everybody's eyes fall on the man who screamed like a girl. The Judge, Kitty, the Bailiff, the Giant, Jenny's Lawyer all stare at Harold as if to say "what the fuck was that?" Even his weedy white Lawyer gives him a look of disapproval. Jenny takes her chance to dislodge the big cock from her throat and sit back up, her face a mess with a mix of saliva and gloopy cum. "Order, Order! I will not have unnecessary interruptions in my court room!" the Judge bellows, pointing his hammer angrily at Harold. "I'm calling a two hour recess". Events calm down, everybody proceeds to rise and walk out of the room. The Judge beckons the athletic, black Bailiff over to him. "Bailiff, take Mrs Summers to the toilets to clean herself up, then I want to see her in my chambers". Nodding, the Bailiff turns and approaches Jenny "Please come with me Miss". The Bailiff offers a hand to the still sitting Jenny as she wipes a layer of spit off her chin as her Lawyer fumbles with his cock under the desk.

 Kitty and the Giant are still sitting whilst people walk away around them. Behind them her Mother is being escorted by the black Bailiff out of the Courtroom. Kitty squeezes her tits together with her arms, directing them at the Giant "Do you think I could play with it?" she asks innocently. The Giant rumbles out another chuckle, looking her up and down "baby girl, you are god-damn tiny, I sure as hell don't think you're going to be able to handle what I got". Kitty makes a sad puppy dog face "don't worry I've been with loads of black men and fully resized" she reassures. The Giant's full laugh bursts out, Kitty's face showing signs of frustration. He takes hold of her arm, his hand completely swamping it and drags her in close "bitch, that ain't gonna help you". With those words Kitty stands feigning acceptance to his statement. She turns her back to him and looks back over her shoulder "well I guess we'll never know..." she says seductively. Kitty bends down to pick up her hand bag, arching her back and sending her bubble butt and wet pussy up into his line of vision "... how much all this can take" she continued teasingly making the Giant react with an "oh shiit".

 Jenny and the Bailiff reach the ladies' toilets "Here you go Miss" the Bailiff states as he pushes the ladies door open letting Jenny saunter in "get your self cleaned up, the Judge wants to see you in his chambers", the door shutting behind her. Jenny sways up to the sinks and mirrors, her purple dress squeezing at her body, showing off her amazing curves. She leans up against the mirror as she wipes the remainder of the liquid cocktail off her face. "hmmm, I think I should have some fun here" she thinks as she sucks a dribble of cum off her finger.

 Outside the ladies toilets the Bailiff is standing tall with his arms crossed waiting for Mrs Summers. He hears Jenny's voice drift through the door from inside "Could you help me? I seem to be in a sticky situation". The Bailiff pushes the main toilet door open a crack and peers in "don't worry there's no one else in here" Jenny reassures. The Bailiff makes his way into the small room which is empty, with a knowing smirk he decides to lock the main door behind him. "This fine bitch be playing games with me" the Bailiff thinks "Where are you Miss?" he asks unable to see her. "Oh I'm in a cubicle" she answers "There isn't any toilet paper". The Bailiff puts his hand on the cubicle door and pushes it open, the sight before him is incredible. Jenny is sitting on the toilet, her arms pushing her tits together which are on the verge of spilling out. Her tight, purple dress, hiked up around her waist and her thighs open exposing her sweet looking pussy. "God-damn!" the Bailiff exclaims "oh my god!" Jenny cries in false disapproval. "damn girl that is one hell of a sight" the young bailiff announces not budging from his position. With a wicked look on her face Jenny grabs the Bailiff's belt "well now you've seen mine, I think it only fair I see yours" she says dragging him into the stall, the door swinging back behind him.

 Kitty drags her newly acquired giant black man into the hallway, she spots a sign for toilets and races in that direction. Kitty pushes up against the women's door desperate to get in but it is locked "fuuck" she cries in annoyance. "In here girl" the Giant bellows holding the men's toilet door open "it's empty". Kitty smirks and skips in past the Giant she reaches the sinks and twirls back around to the huge, bulging black man standing in the entrance. Kitty pops the lollypop from her mouth "show me what you've got" she says demandingly. With that the hulk walks up to her, picking her up and placing her up on top of one of the sinks. The Giant then bends far down to Kitty and their mouths meet passionately. "mmmmn, this is soo fucking hot" Kitty thinks as her hands run up under his big hoody. "I want to see your big muscles" Kitty gasps breaking the kiss, she pushes her hands further up under his top exposing huge boulder like abdominals. The giant pulls the rest of his hoody off over his head making Kitty gasp in delight. "oh my god, you are gigantic" she moans as she runs her hands over his bulging, rippling torso. From his chest to his biceps her hands wander, trying her best but failing to make an indent. The black hulk takes a step back leaving Kitty on the sink edge. "You still think you can take what I got in here?" he asks grabbing a massive lump in the leg of his baggy sweat pants. Kitty hops down and approaches him biting her lip, she takes hold of the waist band of his pants and looks up at him. "You promise it's the biggest I've ever had?" she asks, her face twisted with lust. "Bitch, you have no idea" the Giant answers. Kitty sinks to her knees, her grip on the top of the pants tightens as she slowly lowers them down in front of her. Juices drip from her soaked thong on to the toilet floor. The waist band exposes the Giant's tight pubic hair "nice, no underwear to slow me down" she thinks happily her eyes mesmerised by the evolving sight before her. She keeps pulling, exposing the thick base of the Giant's cock. "oh my god" Kitty gasps, the hulk smirks down at her "there's more" he chuckles. Kitty pulls the pants down to just above his big knees "oh. My. Fucking. Gawwwd!!" she squarks as all she could see was incredibly thick, black cock shaft. The hulking giant laughs making the sinks rattle and shake "You're not done yet girl". Kitty yanks the fabric past his knees and an equally thick head bounces out towards her. With both hands now trying to grasp the gigantic black cock Kitty stares open mouthed in shock at the size hanging before her "I never thought that I would find a cock longer than Principal Long's or thicker than that fatboy. Once I get this hard it just might break my record for both" she thinks. "What the fuck are you waiting for bitch?" the Giant growls "you gotta get it hard now".

 The other side of the wall, The Bailiff is topless and has his uniform pants wide open showing off his young, muscled, athletic body. Arching down, out of his trousers his huge cock is wrapped in Jenny's squeezing hands. "mmmn, nice" Jenny comments "but I've got something for you", she removes the golden band from her arm and pushes down over the Bailiff's half-hard cock to his balls. "Shit, look at ma' dick grow" The Bailiff laughs "oh shit, it's getting soo hard" Jenny moans as it jerks to full erection. "This cock ring was such a good idea" Jenny thinks as she engulfs the straining cock head with her hungry mouth. "It's a shame I never got to use it on the Coach" Jenny thinks as she bobs up and down on the raging black cock, slurping on it noisily. "Fucking Harold, ruining my fun" she continues in her mind "I'm going to fuck the Coach so hard when I next see him". "Gotdaymn girl with your tight throat and this mother fucker" the Bailiff cries pointing at the cock ring "I could fucking explode!" he continues as Jenny squeezes his big balls and gets closer to the base of his pulsing cock. "holy shit girl, you got some fucking skills" the Bailiff moans, tilting his head back as Jenny grabs his muscular ass and pushes herself down all the way on to his dick "no wonder your fat little hubby is pissed". Saliva sprays down the Bailiff's thighs as he starts long fucking the blonde slut's throat "shit bitch your throat is tight" the Bailiff moans as he pounds it furiously. Jenny falls back against the toilet, the big cock dislodging from her mouth with a pop and a spray of spit. "That was so fucking hot" she pants, her hair a tangle around her pretty, messy face "now I want you to do that to my pussy!"

 The other side of the wall, in the men's toilets Kitty, still on her knees slides the pink, thick plastic band off her arm. She holds it up to the giant's humongous cock which is still hanging in front of her. "I wonder if I could get this to fit?" she asks with a giggle "bitch, you ARE asking for trouble aren't you?" the Giant chuckles. Kitty attempts to push the band over the end of the long fat cock but to no prevail. She places the ring in her teeth and dives her hand down over her boiling thong covered pussy "this will help" she explains, wiping her slick juices all over the monstrous dong. "Shit girl, you better be quick" the Giant bellowed "watching your sexy little body is going to get me hard before you can get that thing on". Kitty pushes the band over the fat dick, it slowly slides down "yesss, it's working" she moans watching the ring ascend up the long curve. "push it girl" the Giant demands, Kitty is forced to use both hands to finish the process off. With one hand pushing the band and the other pulling the thick shaft through Kitty finally manages to reach the thick base. Kitty sighs, wiping the back of her hand over her forehead in relief, leaving a trail of her pussy juice behind. "Slut, you, have no idea what you've just done" the huge hulking black giant growls giving a mean look down to the sexy little slut on the toilet floor beneath him. Kitty watches, her face being overrun by complete disbelief, the shadow of the huge cock growing over her face and the wall behind her. Her mouth nearly scraping the floor, Kitty stares at the goliath before her now arching up to the ceiling. Truly Kitty had a challenge ahead of her, the massive cock was bulging and straining, thicker and longer than anything she had ever experienced before. Veins winding all over, bulging as thick as fingers, the over inflated head ballooning from the end. "fuck" Kitty breaths quietly still riddled with shock, her fingers by default reaching for her sodden pussy. The massive man standing above her, his huge muscles bulging and rippling, his unbelievable monster quivering over her face "You ready for this?" he asks.

 In the Women's toilet stall the Bailiff is sitting. With one hand on his big shoulder and one wrapped around his straining cock Jenny stands above him naked, her dress now hanging over the cubicle door. "mmmmn, this cock ring makes all your dicks so much thicker and harder" Jenny moans, poised with her pussy lips scraping the big tip of the Bailiff's cock. The Bailiff's hands wander Jenny's thighs "come on baby, you ready to ride ma' shit?". No more encouragement needed, Jenny lowers herself down onto the fat cock "oh shit, yes" she moans. "I never get used to this, I just fucking love big, black cocks" Jenny thinks to herself as the cock slowly disappears.

 "Damn bitch, you are for real, shit" The Bailiff exclaims Jenny reaches his lap and takes a moment as she perches on the Bailiffs' big thighs, she runs her hands over her stomach, tilts her head back and shuts her eyes "oh my god, I really don't care about anything else other than getting fucked" she thinks to herself "Harold can go fuck himself, I've got all these fucking Niggers". With that Jenny turns her attention back to the Bailiff beneath her, she takes hold of his head and looks him straight in the eye. "Fuck me hard" she commands with a desperate face. "Yes Ma'am" The Bailiff answers, slapping his palms down onto her round ass and digging his big fingers in to her soft flesh. Jenny starts bucking as the Bailiff puts his strength into lifting her up and down on his dick. "Oh yess, that's it. Fuck me like a whore" Jenny moans as the pace quickens "ride that dick, bitch" the Bailiff growls as he pushes his hips up to meet the rhythm.

 Through the wall, Kitty has had to stand up to get closer to the biggest, black cock she has ever come across. With her hands wrapped tightly around the monster member she pumps them up and down along the spanning length. "And I thought Samson was big, I guess he's only about average for a nigger compared to this fucker" Kitty thinks to herself, astonished. "What do you reckon, bitch? Was I lying?" The Giant asks, still finding the situation amusing. "I can't believe this thing is real" Kitty answered, still in shock "it's a fucking monster" the speed oh her hands increasing "It's fucking beautiful". Kitty looks up along the expansive shaft and into the eyes of gigantic man "You have to fuck me with it" she groans her shock dissolving into lust, her face turning animal. "Like, neither of us are leaving until this fucking monster is buried inside me". "well you better get to it you stupid little bitch" The giant smirks. Kitty pulls the monster to her mouth, she takes the tip in and gives a strong suck "fuck, it's thick" she thinks as the stretched mushroom pops back out. "Lie down for me you big mother fucker, I've got a great idea" Kitty explains. "I knew you wouldn't be able to handle me you little slut" the Giant rumbled, chuckling as he made his way to the floor. As the back of the Giant's head touches the floor a sopping thong lands on his face. Between the thin strings of material the Giant can see Kitty standing above him, her feet either side of his head. "In a couple of minutes you're going to eat your words, you bastard" Kitty spoke challengingly as she knelt down on top of him "but for now you can eat this". With that Kitty sat on the Giant's face allowing his mouth access to her sweet little pussy her hands reaching out for his bent knees. "yearrr, that shut you up now didn't it" Kitty growled through clenched teeth as his thick tongue entered her sending her back into an arch. As Kitty grabbed the massive, swaying cock now in front of her the Giant grabbed her bubble ass and forced her pussy down tighter on his face. With her eyes half shut in ecstasy Kitty lined the monster with her face "I have to do this" she thinks "I want this mother fucker soo bad" she moans out loud. Kitty starts again and forces the humongous dick into her mouth, she sucks it down following the it's arch down to it's huge balls. "Yes, it's working" Kitty thinks as she moans, her pussy juices splashing over the Giants face and chin. More and more cock slides in to her throat "fucking hell my throat feels so stretched" Kitty thinks, a expression of pain appearing on her face. Kitty bobs her head up and down on the goliath "I can't take any more down" she thinks "it's so fucking massive". Just then the Giant grabs at the back of her head, wrapping it with one huge hand and pushes whilst bucking his hips up from the ground. "Fuuuck" Kitty screams in her mind, her eyes widen as more of his colossal shaft slides tightly into her gullet.

 The other side of the wall, Jenny is going wild on the Bailiff's lap. Now spun around, her arms out grasping anything around and clawing at he walls. "fuck me, fuck me. Fuck my pussy" she screams bouncing rapidly up and down on the Bailiffs huge, hard dick. "Take that dick bitch" he commands whilst meeting her thrusts with his own hips arching up from the toilet seat. Jenny smacks her hands against the stall door as the Bailiff hammers his cock home, from outside the stalls and the door shake noisily and vigorously. Inside the Bailiff picks Jenny up, his arms wrapping around her waist "You love ma' fucking dick dontcha, you dumb bitch" he moans. "Yesss, fuck me stupid you dirty fucking nigger" she screams, leaning back against his solid body and reaching back to grasp his head. With Jenny's weight fully off the ground and her feet curling around his muscular legs the Bailiff uses his powerful strength to piston his dick faster into her tight little body. With Jenny's big tits bouncing in front of her the speed of the Bailiff's dick increases "oh fuck yes harder! I'm going to cum!" she yelps. The Bailiff takes hold of her thighs and fucks Jenny as hard as possible, his dick and her tits becoming a blur of movement "shit bitch I'm gonna cum" he shouts. "Shit yes, cum inside me" she screams "fill my womb with cum" her head falls back over the Bailiff's shoulder "I'm cumming" she creams. "Take it bitch" the Bailiff cries as he clenches up and slams his dick all the way into her "Take my cum". Jenny screams and the Bailiff moans as he proceeds to fill her pussy to the brim with his powerful seed. Cum bursts from Jenny's stretched pussy around the sides of the Bailiff's fat cock "yeeesss" Jenny moans "I can feel it, it's soo hot inside me". As the pair calm down after their intense climaxes they stay in position panting to get their breaths back. Jenny turns her head to the big, black man "Kiss me nigger" she commands. The Bailiff obeys connecting his lips with hers, they kiss passionately in a sweaty, knotted mess. Jenny breaks the embrace and pulls her head back "now fuck me in the ass".

 In the Men's toilets Kitty is still straddling the Giant's face with his gigantic dick down her throat. With one of his hands pushing her round ass forcefully down on his face and the other wrapped around her ponytail he pushes down on Kitty's head, forcing her onto his massive cock. "He's in my fucking stomach" Kitty screams to herself "Oh god this is soo fucking hot and his tongue is going wild, oh god, oh god I think I'm going to cum". Kitty moans loudly, her pussy splashing all over the hulks face in orgasm. In her excitement her hands work furiously on the part of the huge shaft that is not fucking her throat, she starts feeling the mighty cock bucking and the Giant's body shake. "Shit, he's going to blow. I need to get it out my throat or he'll fucking kill me!" she thinks. "Too late!" her eyes pop open as cum starts blasting down her throat as she pulls out the gigantic cock shaft. A deep rumble moan comes from beneath Kitty's pussy as the Giant cums in her mouth but never does he stop fucking the little girl with his big, thick, agile tongue. Kitty manages to get the dick out in the open, cum bursting out of her mouth as she does "holy shit, there's so much" she thinks. Kitty coughs and splutters as blasts of cum cum splash all over her face and tits, drenching her. She leans back, sitting straight up on top of the Giant's head, her body shakes "oh fuck your tongue is good" she screams "I'm cumming again!".

 In the Women's toilets Jenny is standing in front of her black stud thrusting her hands up and down his thick cock. "mmmmnn, you didn't even go soft" she moans "this cock ring is perfect". Jenny spins around and pushes her ass back against the raging dick "now fuck my ass hard".

 In the Men's the Giant has picked up Kitty, her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck "I told you I was good, didn't I?" she moans, sliding her pussy up and down the still hard shaft beneath her. "Girl, you did the best anyone's ever done" The Giant agrees "You have a fucking gift" he chuckles deeply "Now, you ready for me to ruin your pussy?". Kitty reacts feverishly to his suggestion, "oh my fucking gawd, you have to force as much as you can inside me and fuck me as hard as possibly" she moans, biting her bottom lip. "Don't worry bitch I'm going to fuck you up" the Giant reassures "now, why don't you get down and strip the rest of that little outfit off for me". Kitty complies and slides down to the floor, she takes a few steps away and spins back to face him standing near to the wall, between two urinals. "Don't you like what I'm wearing?" Kitty asks teasingly. "Bitch, you the fucking sexiest piece of tiny white ass that I eva' did see" the Giant answers "but those clothes of yours are going to get messed up" he continues with a deep chuckle. Keeping her eyes on the huge hulk Kitty slides the shoulders of her top down letting her top fall to her waist, fully exposing her beautifully round tits. "Like what you see?" she asks "bitch, you are so fucking hot, I'm going to give you the fuck of your life" he growls back. Kitty twists around and hooks her thumbs under both her gathered top and the waistline of her mini skirt. As her thumbs descend, her back arches as she bends to the floor the tight ensemble being forced over her round, bulbous ass. As her ass pops free a huge hand lands on one of the urinals beside her. Kitty's eyes dart to it in surprise and then the urinal the opposite side as another meaty hand lands on that as well.

 In the Women's Jenny leans forward against the stall wall, she arches her back and points her ass back towards the Bailiff "push it up my ass" she moans.

 In the Men's the colossal cock lands on Kitty's arched back with a THUD as she pushes up against the toilet wall "oh my god, I'm so excited" she moans "ram it up my pussy".

 In the Women's the Bailiff takes hold of Jenny's hips "you better hold on to something bitch" he growls.

 In the Men's the Giant takes hold of Kitty's round ass and positions his massive dick at her leaking pussy "this is it bitch, no turning back now" he grumbles meanly.

 The Bailiff bucks his hips back for momentum.

 The Giant does the same.

 Jenny's face pushes up against the toilet wall.

 Kitty's face pushes up against the toilet wall.

 The two Summers girls both scream.

"...and that is how the defendant has put my client through hell these past few weeks and who knows how much longer it has been going on behind his back" Larry Small, the small, weedy, white lawyer announces to the courtroom. Larry Small was at the Coxville Courthouse, he was Harold Summers' lawyer and was helping his friend and client fight a case against his adulterous wife.

 Larry walked the corridor, a can of soda in his hand. He looked down the hall at his small, dumpy client. Harold was sitting alone on a bench, unwrapping his prepared lunch, a sandwich and a banana. "You poor bastard" Larry thinks "that bitch has really fucked you over". He guzzles the last of his soda and throws the can into the nearest bin. Larry presses his skinny thighs together "that soda went right through me" he thinks "shit I need to take a piss". Knowing the location of the rest rooms Larry walks the corridors to them. As he approaches the Men's he spots his client's wife sauntering into the Ladies', a large black Bailiff waiting for her outside. "I'm not surprised most of the town has been fucking her, she is unbelievable" Larry thinks "but black men can't be that much bigger, I wonder if I could get a chance to fuck her after they divorce". Larry catches a glare from the Bailiff in the realisation that he was gawking at Mrs Summers. The intimidation of the black Bailiff is enough to send Larry on his way through the men's toilet door. Inside, he finds the nearest toilet cubicle, shuffles his trousers down and sits on the toilet. Larry suddenly hears the sound of the main toilet door opening "In here girl, it's empty" he hears. Just before he can react and correct the deep voice through the stall wall he hears a second person enter the toilets. Larry hears a young, sweet female voice "show me what you've got". With that he makes the decision to lean down in an attempt to see what is going on. From beneath the stall wall he spies two sets of feet; one small and female the other large and male. "Oh shit I'm trapped" Larry thinks in a panic "it's too late to try and leave now". He raises his feet to the bowl so that he is not seen and clings to the toilet ring for balance "I hope they won't be long".

 "Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck me!" Jenny Summers shouts at the top of her lungs as the large, muscular young Bailiff pounds his rock hard cock in and out of her round bouncing ass. Pressed up against the toilet stall wall Jenny arches her back up against the large, black invader. "Holy shit bitch, you have such a tight, white ass" the Bailiff moans "I don't think I can hold on for much longer". "Cum in my fucking ass!" Jenny shrieks as she bucks back against the Bailiff's increasing pace. With her hands firmly clamped on the white toilet system the Bailiff's force makes her legs rise up off the floor as he pummels her harder. "Oh fuck, you're making me cum!" Jenny squeals as she clamps her legs around the Bailiff's big, round ass. ""Oh shiit, here it comes bitch" The Bailiff shouts as he digs his hands into her flesh and slams himself to the hilt ""I'm gonna fill you up!". "Oh my god, it's burning my insides" Jenny moans as hot cum begins to pour deep into her ass. "Bitch you were made to be filled with Nigga seed" the Bailiff sighs as events calm. A naughty look falls over Jenny's face "I'm a whore for Nigger cock and that is all I want in life" she thinks to her self, cum pouring out of her over-stretched asshole on to the toilet beneath her.

 In the men's toilet an eye peeks through the wonky gap of a toilet cubicle. "Jesus christ" Larry thinks as he views the incredible sight unravelling the other side of the metal door. A massive black hand grips the pipe that leads into one of the Men's toilet urinals, another grips the next one along on the wall. The power behind the grip making the pipes vibrate and the decaying wall shed a layer of dust. Kitty's face is twisted in pain. Her hands wrap around the forearms attached to the huge, black hands, her fingers digging in to the solid flesh. "UNNNNGGHH!" she screams, finally taking a breath. She looks back over her shoulder to see the massive, black giant of a man hulking over her gritting his teeth, sweat rolling down his brow. Kitty looks down to her shiny, round ass which is pointed as high as possible "Is it unngghhh..." she moans "...is it in yeeet? Ooooohhh". "Nearly there you fucking slut" The giant man answered "you are so fucking tight". "PUUUSH!" Kitty demands "puuush iiit iiin mmeeee". "Urgghh, take. My. Dick" the Giant bellows putting more of his huge strength into the invasion. "FUUUURRRCK!" Kitty screams with all the air in her lungs "I'm fucking cumming". The ballooning mushroom head bursts into her boiling hot, soaking wet pussy. "Yeah bitch take ma' shit" the Giant growls leaning over to her ear. Panting like a dog Kitty reaches up and wraps her arm around his smooth head keeping him securely close to her. "seee, I..." Kitty moans sweating and panting "...I told you unnngghh, I told you I could do it". "Bitch, you are one amazing little slut" the huge man responds. "Now I want mooorre" Kitty demands.

 In the ladies' toilet Jenny wipes a portion of the steamed up mirror to see herself to re-apply her make up. "mmmn, I look so good" she thinks to herself as she fixes her face and perfects her cat eyes. She adjusts her huge breasts in her tight, purple dress and admires her shining armband back in place on her upper arm "I'm missing something" she thinks to herself. Jenny bends over sending her bubble ass high into the sky, she scans the floor along the cubicles. "Looking for these?" the Bailiff asks holding up her tiny, stained knickers. Jenny looks up at him with a naughty look on her face "oh, there they are" she says smiling as she stands up tall. Jenny walks up to the muscular, now fully dressed Bailiff "I'll take those" she says reaching out. "I don't think so" the Bailiff responded mischievously "I'll keep hold of these" he says stuffing them into his back pocket "it's not as if you'll be needing them". With a smirk the Bailiff walks past her and towards the toilet exit, unlocking the door. "Time to meet the Judge".

 In the Men's toilet Kitty and the Giant have changed their positions. Now with her back to the nearest metal stall wall and her legs wrapped around the Giant's body Kitty is slowly sliding down the gigantic black trunk wedged between her small, shapely legs. "Oh my god, you're ripping me apart!" she cries as she bounces up and down the thick shaft. With his hands grasping the top of the stall wall for support the Giant thrusts slowly but powerfully in and out of her soaking pussy. "Ahhhh yeeaaah" Kitty moans scraping her nails down the broad chest before her ."How much have I taken?" she asks "it feels like there is soo much inside me". "Baby, you only got about 8 inches of meat up inside you" the Giant hissed "you're not even half way". Hearing this Kitty rolls her eyes in lust "oh my god, I love how big you are" she moans "push harder, I want more!". "You got it girl" the huge man responds "here you go". With Kitty's legs wrapping around his waist he takes a firm hold of the stall wall and slams his monster cock over half way up her pussy. "Unnnrrgh yeah, that's it, that's what I want" Kitty moans loudly as her arms fly up above her head joining his at the top of the stall wall. "You're stretching my fucking womb!" Kitty shrieks as she bucks back against the huge cock "I love black cock, I love how fucking big they are!". Inside the stall the horrified lawyer still clings to the mouldy toilet. Larry looks disappointedly down at his crotch as he hears Kitty scream "White guys are sooo fucking small unnngghh you're making me cum" the metal stall wall bends in, encroaching on his space.

 Jenny walks confidently down the Courthouse's corridor, the Bailiff following close behind. "mmmmn and I was worried that today would be boring but going through a divorce is fun" Jenny smiles to herself as her round ass swings from side to side.

 Out of a courtroom door walks a big, bad thug along with two other equally large gang members. Laughing between themselves "Yo dawg, the dude totally bought it" one of the thugs sniggers to their leader. "Shit yeah he did, dumb cracka" the Thug laughed "Yo, who got da stuff?" he asks "I think we in due for a lil celebration". All three suddenly stop in their tracks as Jenny Summers struts past "shit lady" one of them hollers "you got some swing on dose hips, I think I'm bout to take you back to ma crib". Jenny looks back giving the group a seductive smile "mmm shit I have got my pick today, this place is like a damn candy shop" she thinks as she disappears into the distance. Jenny and the Bailiff walk straight past Harold still sitting on the corridor bench slowly making his way through his sandwich. Jenny's naughty expression changes, giving her husband an unsympathetic look as she marches right past him "pathetic little man" she thinks evilly "I'll show him for ruining my fun". Harold sinks even lower, the beginnings of tears shining in his eyes as they pass. As a final blow before the two turn a corner , Harold notices his wife's knickers hanging out of the large, black Bailiff's back pocket, his mouth hangs open in disbelief at his wife's insatiable appetite. Jenny and the Bailiff reach the Judge's chamber door 'Judge Johnson' spelled out boldly upon it. "Mmmm, I hope the judge is extra big, I feel like I need a good stretching" Jenny thinks giving the Bailiff a naughty look. "Here we are Ma'am" the Bailiff announces kncoking his fist against the big wooden door "you ready?"

 In the Men's toilet Kitty is clinging to one of the dank sinks, with one leg trying desperately to anchor to the ground the other is in the huge Giant man's hand allowing as much access to her tight pussy as possible. "Oh fuck yeah, unngh harder you massive fucking nigger!" Kitty screams as the Giant pumps his humongous dick as fast as he can in and out of her over stretched pussy. Larry the lawyer, unable to ignore the heated fuck session happening only feet away from him has gingerly climbed atop the smelly toilet and has found a safe spot to peek over the metal stall wall to get a glimpse at the amazing sight. "Shit, you are one tight piece of bitch meat" the Giant bellows as he uses every one of his huge, straining muscles to smash the shit out of the young girl in his grasp. Kitty was full and she knew it, there was still a generous amount of shaft sticking out of her and she knew that there was no way of pushing it in. She also knew that she had never been so full of cock from one guy. "oh god, unnghh I can't... uunngghh, I can't stop cumming!" she cries "ooohhh you are fucking incredible unnghh". With the Giant's massive ball sack smashing her supporting leg Kitty moans and cries more than ever. "I am so full unngghh" she screams "ungghh you've... unnggh you've filled me up, I don't unnngh... I don't think I can take any more!". "You better think again bitch" a booming voice announces. In shock Kitty's eyes dart to the toilet entrance, engulfing her vision a group of large, black intimidating thugs. Larry's little face disappears down into the stall in fear. "We about to make this a party" The thug sneered, his gang all agreeing "You think you're full now slut, that shit ain't nuffin to what we gonna do to ya"

 Jenny walks up to the Judge's desk trying to contain her excitement of being alone in the big, black man's room. "You wanted to see me your Honor?" she asks. "Ah yes, Mrs Summers" the Judge answers his big chair facing away from her, his big black hands just visible, full of papers. "That was quite a performance you gave in my courtroom just now" he states in his powerfully deep baritone voice. The judge slowly twists the big chair around to face the blonde bombshell. "I don't know what you mean" Jenny lies. The Judge looks menacingly at her over his reading glasses "You know from what I saw of you this afternoon you shouldn't be getting a cent out of your husband". "What!?" Jenny cries angrily "that's not fair, I... I...". "Please Mrs Summers take a seat" The big bearded black man orders rising from his chair, his long dark robes swaying as he moved. "Please your Honor" Jenny pleads as she sits down into a leather bound chair "you can't do that to me, I need to be able to support myself". The Judge walks around his desk and sits against it next to the desperate blonde. "Please Mrs Summers, calm yourself" the Judge soothes "any average Judge would give everything to your high pitched husband after what you did to his poor, pathetic life". "However" he continued "I can see that you have a problem Mrs Summers, an addiction that is beyond your control and you see Mrs Summers I am not average" the Judge smirks. Jenny's interests rise at the suggestiveness, one eyebrow rising in curiosity "far beyond that and I think that I can help you with your problem" The Judge informs her suggestively. Jenny snaps out of her panic realising that the Judge's cloth covered crotch is now facing her "I wonder what he's got hiding in there" she thinks "it's the perfect place to hide a monster". The Judge rises to his feet once more and walks back around to his side of the desk, Jenny's face following his crotch, disappointed in it's absence. "Mrs Summers, I have here a list of allegations your husband has brought against you" The Judge states, picking up a piece of paper from atop a box labelled 'evidence' "perhaps we should go through these allegations to see whether there is any truth behind them". "I... I..." stutters Jenny slightly perplexed by the events unfolding. The Judge makes his way back to spot against the desk in front of Jenny. "Let's start with this one Mrs Summers" The Judge begins "according to your husband he caught you in a sexual act with your employer, Principal Long of Coxville High School". Jenny's eyes dart back to the robe covered crotch of the Judge, she could have sworn that it had twitched "Shit, is he getting off on this?" she asks herself. "He states that you had managed to engulf the entirety of the Principal's penis in your mouth" the Judge continues. Jenny stares at the now rising bulge coming from under the Judge's robe, her eyes bugging out as the size kept increased "jeez, he's pretty big" she thinks. "...he states that the Principal's penis was roughly the size of his arm" The Judge finishes. Jenny gawks at the now massive lump beneath the Judge's robe "Oh my gawd" she whispers. "I'm sorry, did something distract you Mrs Summers?" the Judge asks putting down the paper and looking down at the mesmerised blonde. "I imagine to have a penis the size of an arm is quite a physical achievement" the Judge comments "wouldn't you agree Mrs Summers?". By this point Jenny's mouth is hanging open as the colossal, cloth covered tube starts rising towards her face. "holy shii..." Jenny gasped as the leviathan kept growing "...is it real?" she asked breathless with excitement. "Why don't you take a look you white slut" the Judge bellowed his demeanour turning nasty. Jenny reacts to his change in tone with a sly face. Biting her bottom lip she gently pinches a fold of cloth from atop the growing pole. Carefully she lifts the cloth away and reveals the massive, blunt tip of a truly mammoth, black cock. "Oh my gawd" Jenny gasps "this is fucking crazy, you are gigantic!". "Now I do believe it's time to show me exactly what your husband caught you doing." The Judge smirked.

 In the Men's toilet Kitty is standing in front of a gang of thugs, bent over with her pussy being smashed by a huge cock. She looks up at the gang leader "You are one dirty slut bitch" the leader growls "I knew it when I fucked you on that bus, now you gonna take me again and ma boys". "mmmn yeah" Kitty moans whilst pushing back against her Giant's monster dick "I want to suck your fucking dick". A string of hoots and hollers follows from the gang as the thug leader from the bus fishes out his growing dick. "I'm in so much trouble" Kitty thinks as she reaches out for the big, black dick in front of her "These niggers aren't going to stop until they've filled up every one of my holes, I hope I can take it". The thug pushes forward into Kitty's open mouth whilst the rest of his gang free their equally large cocks. "You love getting fucked by niggers don't you girl?" the Thug growled down to her as his big dick slid down her throat "mmmm hhmmmm" Kitty responded enthusiastically. "What's up Nigga?" the Thug asks, looking up at the Giant .The two black men bump fists over the poor little blonde girl between them. "You up for fucking this silly bitch up?" the Thug asks. "Let's destroy this bitch" the Giant sniggers in response causing another set of whoops from the rest of the gang who have now circled Kitty, dicks in hand. With the Giant pounding her pussy and the Bus Thug now fucking her throat Kitty couldn't help but cum again, moaning loudly as she reached out to grab the other thugs big arching cocks. "Oh god, this is so hot" Kitty thinks to herself "I'm going to make sure they fill me up with their hot cum". Larry the Lawyer meanwhile builds up the courage to peek over the top of his stall to catch the latest instalment of the hot show "oh my gosh, how can that small girl take so much?" he asks himself.

 In the Judge's chamber Jenny is getting to work on the Judge's monstrous, black cock, her dress now pushed down to her waist. With both hands wrapped around the tremendously thick shaft and her mouth bobbing up and down on the huge crown. "I can't get over how big you are" Jenny moans between slurps "I don't know how I'm going to fit you inside me!". "Let's just say this bitch, the more you can take of ma fucking dick the more money I will squeeze out of your pathetic husband in that Courtroom". Jenny's eyes light up at the new incentive, a look of determination fills her face. Jenny squeezes the monster cock "by the time you've finished with me, I'll have earned everything that fat little man owns" Jenny states in an evil confidence. Jenny grabs both of the Judge's grapefruit sized balls and forces half of his massive cock down her tight throat with a determined force. "Oh yeah, that's it bitch" the Judge cries grabbing the back of her head "keep that shit up". "Oh god!" Jenny screams in her mind "This dick is sooo fucking big!". Jenny moans loudly as she squeezes and rolls the Judge's huge balls as he fucks her throat. "Gawwd, he's so big, I can't wait 'til he fills me up to bursting with his thick cum" Jenny moans in her mind "there must be soo fucking much in these huge balls". Jenny pulls back with a SCHHHLURP, letting the gigantic monster escape her throat and mouth sending a spray of saliva into the air and her hair cascading behind her. Taking a desperate gasp of air Jenny takes hold of the raging monster and pushes the slimy shaft between her huge white tits. "Oh yeah, fuck my tits" Jenny moans squeezing her big fat breasts around the burning tube of flesh "fuck them hard!". The Judge obeys and lifts off of the desk putting his weight down onto his bent legs. "Bitch, your tits are so fucking big and sexy" the Judge bellows as he power fucks them, his gigantic balls smacking against her bare stomach "you are a perfect white whore". Smacks and Slaps rings out as the Judge's balls bang against Jenny's small, toned body as his powerful hands press her big tits around his mighty shaft. "This is so fucking hot, pound my tits" Jenny thought feverishly to herself as she slurps her tongue around the bobbing cock head, the Judge quickening his pace "I can't believe I used to have sex with a white man, let alone Harold".

 In the Men's toilets Kitty's Giant has been lain out on the tiled floor. "OH GOD!" Kitty shrieks as she lowers herself down the Giant's monstrous cock "yessss, soo big!". Kitty grips the bulging abdominals of her black giant as the thugs line up in front of her. "Now, lil' girl slut" the Bus Thug barks "you're gonna take every one of ma boys. Dey bin busy this week and are in line for a reward" he chuckles. Kitty picks her first customer and sucks his dick down her hot, wet throat moaning loudly. "Shit, this lil woman may have the tightest fuckin' throat I eva' felt" the thug moans in satisfaction "I'm gonna drop a huge load in her stomach". Kitty takes the other thug's cock in her little hands as her Bus Thug disappears behind her. "mmmmm, where's he going?" she thinks "he can't...". Her eyes burst open as the Bus Thug's big dick lands in between her ass cheeks and his palms slap down on her gorgeous bubble butt. "Oh shit, he's going to put it in my ass" Kitty panics in her mind "surely he won't be able to fit in beside the fucking lamppost in my pussy!". The Bus Thug laughs as he lines up his large, black cock with Kitty's tiny, moist asshole. "Lil Bitch is gonna get filled uuupp" the Bus Thug cheers. Kitty screams long and hard on the thug dick in her throat as the Bus Thug pushes forward. She takes a sharp breath through her nose and screams again as he pushes up inside her against the Giant's huge, pumping monster cock. Her screams muffled but still loud, her saliva splattering out of the corners of her mouth and her nose, tears form. "OH GOOOODD, YEEESSSS!" she screams in her dizzy head as she cums hard.

 In the Judge's chamber the Judge has pushed as much as is physically possible of his humongous black cock down the desperate white slut's throat sitting in front of him. "MMMHHMMM" is the only sounds she can form with such an obscene intrusion in her gullet. The Judge fucks Jenny's throat, hard and with quick, long strokes. Overwhelmed, Jenny grips the leather arms of the sturdy wooden chair, her finger nails digging in to the soft padding making deep indents. "Oh god yess!" Jenny screams in her head "This is fucking incredible, he's a fucking animal!". The Judge pulls his huge slimy cock out of the beautiful, white woman with a loud "PLOP!". Jenny gasps for air, still clinging furiously to the chair. "That'll do for now" the Judge announces walking back around to the other side of his desk, letting his robes fall off his shoulders to the floor showing his ageing but impressively bulky and muscular body. He bends down and sweeps up the list from the large, wooden table, his massive dick swaying in front of him. Jenny breathes rapidly like an animal her hands dive to her soaking wet pussy. She arches her back in the leather chair her round butt squeaking forward. "I want you inside me" she moans uncontrollably "I want you to stretch my hot pussy!". Ignoring the wriggling women's pleas the Judge continues to read from the sheet of paper. "It is reported that your puny husband found you positioned on all fours upon your marital bed" the Judge bellows his free hand stroking his huge organ allowing it to descend to a softening state. "My wife had let a black delivery man insert his penis into her vagina whilst inserting a dildo into her anus" the huge Judge sniggered. "Well Mrs Summers, you have been a very naughty girl" he snarls looking over the paper at the writhing blonde slut. "To see that justice is served I feel you must again demonstrate the situation described within this accusing document" he continues "get up on here girl!" he orders, pointing at the large oak table. With a face hazed with delirious lust Jenny begins her ascent onto the sturdy oak table in the centre of the room. "Ooooh yeah, the delivery man fucked me hard your Honor" she moaned "I think you should do the same". "Now it says here that you had adorned the large, black delivery man with a piece of jewellery" the Judge added as Jenny reached him from across the table. "Mmmm yesss..." Jenny moans as she reaches to her arm and yanks the band down into her hands "...it was this one here" she answers fluttering her eyelashes. "For authenticity's sake, let's see if you can fit it on my big, Nigger dick Mrs Summers" the Judge growls menacingly. Jenny takes hold of the ridiculously large swinging dick and tries her best to fit the previously large appearing cock ring over the monstrous crown. "oh god, I don't think it's going to fit" Jenny gasps looking defeated "your dick is just soo fucking wide". "You ought to push harder Mrs Summers if you ever want to see any of that money" The Judge bellows "Now get that tacky ring down to my god damn balls, bitch!". Jenny pushes, her sloppy saliva helping guide the shiny ring slowly up the swaying shaft. "He filled my throat to bursting point without it" Jenny thought in a panic "he'll rip my pussy in two once this is on, he's going to kill me!". Like pulling in a heavy washing line, Jenny's increased efforts forces the ring down to the Judge's gigantic balls. Jenny cheers happily at her success "I did i..." she begins but is cut off by her own reaction. Jenny gasps as the Judges mighty cock rises in front of her at a tremendous rate. "Fuuuuuck" she gasps as the Judge's gigantic monster reaches it's full, meaty size the golden cock ring giving it an extra, straining menace.

 In the grimy Men's courtroom toilets, a giant, muscular black man lies on his back, his humongous member impales a small blonde girl, big hands squeezing her beautiful, round tits, straining muscles flex as the monster bucks up from the ground. A big, tattooed, black thug uses the exceptional power in his strong legs to squat behind the stunning girl, he pounds his large dick up her ass as he grips the girl's tiny waist. A bulky black thug with a grinning, golden mouth pummels his thick cock down the beautiful blonde's desperate throat, his strong hand keeping her head in a steady position. A small, amazingly well proportioned blonde girl vibrates in a constant state of orgasm, her shining blue eyes glazed over in lust, her body reacting against every penetration. Together, coated in a shining layer of sweat the group emit a constant drone of moans and groans as they fuck vigorously. "I'm cuuummming soo hard" Kitty screams in her head "this is soo intense, I love it" bucking wildly against the three way invasion. "Oh shit girl" the thug in front of her cries "your mouth is too much, I'm cumming down your fuckin' throat". The thug tenses as his thick cum blasts down her throat whilst he pulls out. "Oh god, there's so much of his hot cum" Kitty thinks as a huge gush of thick, creamy cum bursts out of her mouth with the spent black cock splashing over the Giant's expansive chest. "Oh god unnggh..." Kitty moans between thrusts to her pussy and ass "... what a fucking mess aahhhh" looking down at the Giant's messy chest. "Bitch, you better clean that shit up" the Giant demands angrily as he ploughs her pussy. "mmmm, yeah" Kitty moans as she bends forward allowing her tongue to snake down to the solid, heaving chest of the big, black giant. "That's it slut eat that fuckin' cum" the Bus thug snarls "you about to get some in your ass as well". Kitty shuts her eyes, savouring the taste of the thick, gloopy cum that she laps off of the Giant's huge muscles "mmm, it tastes soo good, I love eating Nigger cum" she moans. "shit girl, here it comes" the Bus Thug groans as he thrusts forward forcefully into her ass "fuuuck". Kitty takes her third load of cum of the day in her ass as she grits her teeth and clamps her eyes together in orgasm, excessive amounts of cum and saliva dripping down from her mouth and chin. Opening her eyes, she looks straight at her massive black giant beneath her "I want you in my ass!"

 In the Judge's chamber Jenny now faces the opposite end of the table, her bubble butt pointing up towards the Judge's large, imposing body. "I think I'll take your ass first, save that sweet looking pussy for last" the Judge announces. Jenny hisses sharply as he pushes forward, breaking into her tight ass slick from her leaking pussy. "Oh my GOD!" Jenny screams "you're splitting me in two!" as the Judge keeps pushing forcefully forward. Jenny grits her teeth, her face crinkling in pain and determination. "Keeep pushing, I want mooore!" she moans as sweat rolls down the Judge's big body his force never dwindling. "I'M SO FULL" she screams as the Judge fills her with a large portion of his monster. "So is this what happeunngghh..." the Judge bellows "... is this what happened with the delivery man Mrs Summers?". "Oh god, he doesn't even compare to this!" Jenny moans in delight "You're the biggest I've ever taken, I fucking love it!". The Judge pulls his huge dick near fully out of Jenny's boiling ass making her moan, he then slams it back in making her scream. "Tell me about the others Mrs Summers!" The Judge demands "To understand this case, you need to tell me about every Nigger you've ever let fuck you!". "With every one you list I'll fuck you harder, I'll fuck you faster until you won't be able to cum anymore!". "oh god yes!" Jenny screams "fuck me! Fuck me harder". "List me some Niggers bitch" the Judge hissed. "unnnghh the Football Coach!" she screams "he fucked me, ahhhh he fucked me in the men's showers at the school unnngghh he fucked me so good, he was my first, he resized my pussy". "That's it bitch you know you want to play along" the Judge growled through clenched teeth as he ups the speed of his hips "who's next?". "ahhhh yes!" Jenny moaned "I never fucked a white boy again! Aahhhh unngggh". "Next were the dirty School Janitors unnggh they double fucked me into oblivion!" Jenny moans "they fucked me hard on my work desk it was soo good". "Ahhh yes harder" she reacts to the Judges increase in power. "Good bitch you're getting the idea. Who else?" the Judge demands. "I fucked the Principal, god he was big" Jenny begins "I still can't believe I got his whole cock down my throat, I just had to beat my slut daughter". "Who's next slut?" the Judge snarls. "I fucked a store clerk unnnggh, I fucked my husband's mechanic aaahhh yes harder!". The Judge picks up the pace as Jenny plays his game, his hips pumping furiously at her abused asshole. "I fucked a gang of disgusting black thugs unngghh, I fucked a cop the same night ahhh he fucked me on the bonnet of his squad car, OH SHIT I'm cumming" Jenny screamed as a powerful orgasm shook her slender body. "Harold once took me dancing but I ended up fucking some black stud on the dance floor, he still doesn't know that". "Yeah bitch you ARE a full blown whore" the Judge laughs. "Fuuucck me!" Jenny screams as the Judge's hips near blur with speed. "Yeah bitch and how did Mr Summers compare to them?" he growls. "My husband is nothing!" she screams "oh shit! I'll never fuck a white man again, never mind that little fat slob! He disgusts me!". The Judge laughs out loud as he pistons into the shuddering beauty "and how do they compare to me?". "Oh god! You're the best I've ever had! You fill me up so fucking much and make me cum soo fffu... Oh God! I'm cumming again!"

 "Good grief, that's never going to fit in her ass!" Larry Small the puny, white lawyer thinks to himself looking down from the top of the metal stall. With cum stringing from her chin Kitty bends her tight body over. She arches her back and points her ass to the sky. Kitty looks back at her Giant black stud as he saws his gigantic weapon between her perfectly round ass cheeks. "You really think you can take this up your ass girl?" the Giant rumbles "You only just managed to fit it in your tiny pussy". "I've never wanted anything so much in my life!" she pants, her face contorted with desperate passion "I need you in my ass, I need you to stretch me! I want to feel your balls smack against my legs!". "Well here it comes, you dirty, white slut" the Giant growls as he aligns his tremendous cock with her tiny body. "You gonna take everythang I got to give bitch!" he snarls as he pushes forward. With her flexible, cheerleader body moving her head and her hands closer to the ground and her butt closer to the ceiling Kitty pushes back against his movement. Nothing. The couple tremble as they push against each other, sweat builds on their foreheads and rolls down their faces. Teeth scrape against each other, brows crease, the Giant's grip on her hips tightens. "PUUUSSSSSHH" Kitty screams "oh god, I can feel my ass giving way aaaahhhh puush it in me!". Silence suddenly falls. Kitty gasps, her eyes bugging out of her head. "fffffuuuUUCCKK!" builds from the quiet as Kitty reacts to the sudden intrusion "Ahhhh" she moans "you're sooounnngghh, sooo big!". "Puuuush" she screams as the Giant thunders more of his massive dick into her reaching half way. "Yeah you like that? Well take this!" the Giant bellows as he pulls out sharply leaving only his thick cock head inside the poor girl. He then slams back into her until three quarters of his monster is buried inside her. Kitty reacts in the same way with an intense gasp for air "Oh god..." she utters in a struggle "...I've never cum so hard!". "This is it baby!" the Giant cries "you think you can do it?" he again sharply pulls his raging cock out of her leaving only the tip buried inside. "DO IT!" she moans demandingly. The Giant thrusts forwards harder than ever, splaying her ass cheeks out against his solid lower abdomen, sending his balls crashing up against her stomach, fully impaling the beautiful, blonde slut.

 The Judge pulls his huge cock out of Jenny's well fucked ass, slime strings from the massive shaft. "Bitch turn around and clean my fucking dick" the Judge demands "before I fuck your pretty little pussy". Jenny spins around on the large desk knocking papers and stationary to the ground. Jenny moans as she grasps the pulsing trunk, saliva and ass juice coating her hands and slopping to the ground. "This is soo fucking nasty" Jenny thinks as she shoves the cock into her mouth and laps her tongue round the wide shaft. "That's it slut eat ma dick you filthy bitch" The Judge growls as Jenny licks her way around the slimy monster. With a loud POP she releases the big cock from her mouth, juice spraying over her chin and face, bubbles forming on her lips. "I want you to stretch my pussy!" Jenny groans with her messy mouth "I want you to cum in my womb!".

 Kitty takes hold of her ankles as the Giant behind her picks up the pace, pounding her tiny ass with all his might. "Fuuurrrck yeah" Kitty screams "pump my ass, I fucking love it so much!". "yeah girl!" the Giant bellows "you are the finest piece of ass I ever nailed, your ass is so fuckin' tight". "Oh god" Kitty screams as she grabs her ass cheeks, pulling them apart "your massive fucking dick is making me cum!". Kitty closes her eyes tight and lets her mouth hang open as her body quakes in orgasm "Fuck me harder!".

 "Ooooh gawwd" Jenny squeals as the huge, blunt head of the Judges' dick penetrates her soaking wet pussy. Lying on her back, Jenny grabs her thighs and spreads her bent legs apart "oh shit, it's sooo thick!". Jenny arches her back and sends her head back against the oak table as the huge Judge slides his massive cock up inside her small body "unnnggghhyeeah" she groans uncontrollably. "Bitch, with all these god damn confessions of adultery I've decided that you don't deserve shit from your husband!" the huge Judge laughs. Jenny suddenly panics "You mother fucker!" she shouts angrily "you fucking tricked me?". "Yeah bitch!" the Judge hisses like a snake "You don't deserve anything you fucking cheating whore!". "unngh oh god" Jenny pleads "you have to unnngggh I need that money". "Here's the deal slut, you;ll get your money IF. If you can take my entire dick up your sweet lil pussy". Jenny panics, she looks down at the monstrous shaft buried in her hole. The Judge was only half way and already she felt full. "But there's no way..." Jenny blurts out "...I'm sooo full I think I might burst!". The Judge leans down closer to her face, an evil look on his face "That's the deal bitch" the Judge growls "if you want that money I suggest you take what I fucking give you!" Jenny looks down at her fragile pussy the panic quickly fades as she takes hold of her athletic thighs, pulling them apart. "I want everything, give me everything" she moans with a devilish look on her face. "I knew you would slut" The Judge responds "brace yourself, here it comes"

 The Bus Thug tucks his dick back into his baggy pants and leaves the Men's toilets. He walks the Court corridor and approaches a sharp suited black Lawyer and whispers something into his ear. The Lawyer quickly turns on his heel and heads to the toilets. The Bus Thug walks up to a large, black cop again whispering something into his ear. The Thug then comes face to face with Jenny's Lawyer and repeats his message. All the black men he encounters quickly turn and walk to the Men's toilets.

 Harold Summers brushes the crumbs of his finished sandwich off of his lap. "I guess it's nearly time to head back into Court" he thinks rising to his feet "I hope it's all over soon" he sighs. Walking away from the bench he realises he needs the toilet so he walks over to the Men's rest room. Harold stands behind a large figure in line for the toilets, he waits patiently as the line slowly shortens.

 "Oh yeaaah!" Kitty moans as she bucks back against the pounding monster in her ass "fuck that ass!". The last thug takes hold of her blonde hair and aims his long dick at her pretty face. "Here bitch, take my nut!" he moans pumping his cock with his fist. Thick, hot cum hits her in the face.

 "What's that noise?" Harold thinks to himself as the queue shortens again.

 Jenny, on her back with her knees bent up by her shoulders struggles to keep sane as she endures the most intense fuck of her life. "ooohh fuuuck meeee!" she screams as she arches her back creating a semi circle of space between her and the solid oak table. "Fuck me, you big, black nigger!" she moans her eyes rolling in her head "fuck me stupid!". "Yeah bitch you're doing it" the Judge groans "you're taking my dick" he pushes hard into Jenny's over stretched pussy "Oh god yes!" she screams "If I can give birth to that fucking bitch girl I can take your god damn dick!".

 "Oh fuck I'm cumming" cries the sharp suited Lawyers who has been beating off over Kitty's face as she opens her mouth, cum splashing over face. "Bitch, I'm getting close" the Giant rumbles as he picks up his pace.

 "You've got 6 inches to go slut!" the Judge snarls as Jenny cums hard "you're nearly there, 5 inches!".

 Harold moves a place closer to the Men's toilets.

 "Bitch, I ain't kidding, I'm about to explode" the Giant yells as the Cop empties his load over the blonde girl's face. "What the hell is going on in here?" Harold yells as he swings the toilet door open.

 "Four inches, three inches to go bitch you're so fucking close!" the Judge cheers, sweating. Jenny tries to grab the air in delirium her body spasming in pure, unadulterated orgasm. She shakes and moans as she experiences the most intense orgasm of her life. She screams as the Judge forces another inch into her extremely stretched pussy. "Two inches baby!" the Judge roars "I'm about to explode in your fucking womb!".

 "What is this?" Harold blurts as he struggles to take in the scene before him, strong hands keeping him in place.

 "OOOOHHH GOD!" Jenny screams, shaking the big table as the Judge fucks her mercilessly. "One more inch girl" he thunders "ARRGGHHH take it!". The final inch sinks into Jenny's sexy, sweaty, shaking body. The Judge explodes inside her, releasing a flood of cum into her womb which sprays out of her over-stretched pussy.

 "Here it comes bitch!" the Giant bellows louder than ever pulling his bucking cock out of Kitty's raw ass "spin around bitch, your daddy wants to see you take it over your face!". Harold's line of sight is cleared after the last black man is finished dumping his cum over the beautiful little girl's face "Kitty?" Harold Summers breathes quietly as he glimpses the devilish smirk on his sweet daughter's cum covered face as she spins around to face the impending explosion "Daddy, watch this!" Kitty cries enthusiastically. Harold screams a high pitched scream as a massive blast of cum splashes and ropes over his daughters gaping mouth, tits and face sending globules of cum everywhere. With cum spray falling on his glasses Harold's eyes cross and he faints in the toilet doorway. "Holy shit!" Larry gasps causing all to look at him which in turn causes him to lose his footing. Kitty kneels on the floor covered in hot cum smiling, completely satisfied "mmmm that was soo goood and I'm covered in so much hot cum. I fucking love it" she thinks as a SPLASH echoes around the small room.

 In the Judge's chamber Jenny pulls her dress back on "I've NEVER had that much cock inside me" she gasps "and I've NEVER cum so hard" she continues, squeezing her tits "I've got to tell Kitty how big the Judge was, she'll be soo jealous" she thinks with a smile. "Baby, before we go back into the Courtroom, I've got one more thing that you need to do for me if you want this money" the Judge explains. "Anything for you, your Honor" Jenny answers. "I knew you'd play along" the Judge chuckles as he opens the box marked evidence.

 "All rise for the honorable Judge Johnson" an announcement rings out in the Court room. Everybody stands as the large, black Judge strides into the room, his robes flowing around him. Everybody in the room stands, Jenny, her Lawyer, the Giant, Harold and Larry Small who sports a soaking wet and stained pair of trousers. They all rise awaiting judgement. Jenny's Lawyer gives his client a strange look as the beautiful blonde wriggles her body and bites her lip. "What the hell is that?" the Lawyer thinks to himself hearing a faint buzzing sound. The Judge reaches his chair and sits behind the large, wooden desk over looking the congregation of bodies who follow him down to their seats. Jenny perches on the edge of her seat and arches her back, a bead of sweat forms on her brow. "Now..." the Judge begins "I have taken a very thorough look at this case and all of the evidence". "I have come to a verdict" he bellows provoking gasps from the crowd and a shocked Harold. "Please stand Mr and Mrs Summers" he asks. The couple rise to their feet from their side of the room. Harold's body wilts into itself in mental exhaustion and shame, Jenny fights to keep herself still "oh shiit" she thinks. "Mr Summers" the Judge grumbles "I do not think you realise the love your wife had for you to stay by your side for so long.". Jenny leans forward grasping the wooden table in front of her sending her round ass into the air, a faint buzzing still lingering in the air. "It is my opinion that your blindness to your wife's passion and lack of attention drove her away" the Judge continues "you see Mr Summers, your wife has a deep, deep addiction and addicts need help, they are driven by uncontrollable elements. Elements, Mr Summers that you helped create". Harold looks desperately at his beautiful wife as her muscles tense. "It is for these reasons that I am granting half of your overall earnings to Mrs Summers". "Fuuck yess" Jenny thinks as her mouth opens, her hand reaches for her stomach, a leg bends off the ground and her Lawyer takes a inquisitive look at her vibrating butt. Just then the Judge stops in his tracks, a look of surprise fills his bearded face. From beneath his desk a pair of hands have appeared and cleared a way through his robes and taken a tight hold of his monstrous balls. The Judge grins down at Kitty who has cleaned herself up and then back up to the room "There is however, also the issue of child support". Harold scans his eyes across the courtroom "where is my poor little girl? I hope she is okay". One of the hands from beneath the Judge's desk grasps for his huge, hardening cock. "You have a loving daughter Mr Summers and one that deserves your continuing support especially in such a saddening situation as a parent's divorce". Jenny, panting looks at her husband with a devious face "yeah, give me more" she thinks. A tongue joins the hands in the darkness between the Judges legs and licks the big cock with a strong force, lapping up a large pearl of slime. "I understand that your daughter will be attending college, I therefore rule that you will pay full child support" the Judge snarled as the mouth below his desk opens and begins to swallow is enormous dick. "A young, talented girl such as yours needs all the support she can get as she works long and hard through her university years". Kitty rewards the Judge by forcing a great deal of his massive dick down her tight throat "Yess, I can't wait to be the biggest nigger slut on campus" she thinks. "That is all, I have made my ruling. Court dismissed". A ruined Harold and his lawyer slump out of the room giving Jenny Summers a final glance. Their exit followed by the rest of the crowd. Jenny grasps her round, vibrating ass "God , I'm about to cum" she thinks as she rushes out of the courtroom. The last person leaves the room as the Judge gives Kitty a toothy snarl "That enough for you, you greedy slut?" he asks. Kitty pulls the gigantic cock out of her throat "mmmm, it was so hot watching you giving out orders" she moaned "I want you to fuck me right here in the courtroom".

 Jenny reaches the ladies' toilets, she runs inside and grasps a sink basin. "Oh god yess" she moans arching her back, throwing her head back "I'm cumming soo hard". She reaches back, under her dress and pulls the gigantic, vibrating dildo out of her ass as the door crashes open. Jenny looks up in an orgasm soaked state and looks at the Giant in the doorway "holy sh..." she gasps excitedly.

 Kitty is on all fours on the Judges large, wooden courtroom desk. The Judge pounds her tiny body with his massive dick.

 Jenny clings to the sink, her back arched as the Giant slams his monstrous dick up her pussy.

 "I love big, black cock!" the two Summers girls scream.  

Kitty Summers stands in her family house clad only in a tiny bikini, moans and groans echoing around her. She adds the final ingredient to a series of drinks on a tray. Now ready Kitty transports the tray out to the pool area, her round ass swinging as she moves. "Drinks are ready fellas!" she announces to the ten or so black studs lounging around the pool. Kitty squats down and places the tray of drinks down by the pool side catching the eyes of a couple of beefy black athletes joking around in the pool. "Thanks Kitty" they cheer in unison. Kitty gives the strong men a sultry smile and rises to her feet with one of the drinks in her hand. She glides over to a lounger and lifts her leg and straddles a huge black body. She settles down and looks Samson in the eyes smiling. "Here you go baby" Kitty says sweetly as she hands Samson the drink. "Oh that's what I'm talking about girl" Samson grins "service with a smile". With his free hand Samson slaps his hand down on Kitty's round ass "Is your Mom enjoying her birthday?" he asks. "I think she's having a blast" Kitty giggles "and now she's got the house to herself I think everyday is going to be just as good". Samson smirks as he pulls her bikini bottoms loose "You ready to ride my dick?" he asks boldly. Kitty smiles and leans in to the big, black football player "you promise to fuck me as hard as you can?" Kitty asks smiling. The couple kiss passionately.

 In a busy pool bodies congregate the area, the sound of sex fills in the background noise.

 In an empty kitchen the groans are more easily heard.

 In the empty hallway at the bottom of the stairs The moans and groans are again louder.

 At the top of the stairs a door is shut, the noisey grunts echos out from the other side. A lonely Summers family photo bounces and vibrates the wall.

 Inside Jenny Summer's bedroom the beautiful blonde birthday girl screams and groans as she rides the big, bulky body of Judge Johnson on her bed whilst the Giant standing behind her, furiously pounds her round ass.

 "I love big. black cock!" Jenny screams as the two big, black men fuck her.

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Hart of Dicksie

“Hey Wilson, it’s been quite a bit eh?” Wilson Bethel didn’t expect the text from his former co-star, but it was quite welcome. He’d just finished filming shooting some flashback moments for Daredevil and he felt kinda nostalgic. “Hey there Scott! It sure has been a hot minute. Kind of miss the good old days of Hart of Dixie!” He put away his phone and hopped in his car, driving back to his hotel. LA traffic was as horrible as usual, so he got stuck in yet another traffic jam.

The radio silenced as the robotic voice announced the incoming call. He clicked ‘answer’ and immediately was met with a horrible static. “Hey, Scott? I have terrible reception over here, anything urgent that you need to talk about?” For a few seconds, there was silence on the other end of the line, then he heard Scott’s voice sporadically. “Cress --- crazy! ---- gay ----- help---- fuuuuuck---” Wilson looked at the screen in confusion as he saw that they had gotten disconnected. “What the fuck?” That last part had sounded like a moan, but that made absolutely no sense with the rest of the message! He finally got better reception again, so he parked his car by the side of the road and called Scott back.

No answer.

Wilson decided it was an emergency and he drove to Scott’s home. He was worried about his friend, and he started speeding a little. Luckily enough, there were no cops on the highway, and after a little while, he arrived at the house. He rapidly knocked on the door, which opened on its own, apparently unlocked. After a careful few steps, Wilson called out. “...Scott? You here buddy?” A door opened behind him. “Sup bro! Not that I mind bro, but what are you doing here?”

Wilson was very surprised to see Scott’s bare chest. He was glad to see that his ex-co-star kept up his gym routine, keeping his nice pecs. “Dude! The fuck was that phone call about! You creeped me the fuck out!” Scott laughed, but it looked like he was stoned out of his mind, as the laugh sounded like he had no idea what was happening. “Heh. What I said was: ‘Cress and I are having a crazy good, gay ‘ol time! You gotta come over and help us with all this beer bro, fuuuuuck. These beers are so fucking great man, you need to try them. Cress brought them, they’re a special brew.” Wilson then heard a voice behind Scott, and soon the dark, hulking figure of his other ex-co-star appeared. “You two talking about me?”

Cress looked much present than Scott. “Hey Cress, good to see you too again. Scott, where’s the family?” Scott took another sip of his beer as he shrugged. “I don’t fucking know. And I don’t fucking care!” Scott chuckled and high fived Cress, spilling a little beer over the pair. They looked at the foam on their abs, looked at each other and laughed more. Wilson saw that everything was probably fine, although a little weird, so he decided to just go home. “Where are you going bro! Come have a cold one with us!” Wilson struggled a little, but since he wouldn’t mind a cold beer they easily got him to the living room.

The tv was on stand by and there was a small mountain of crushed beer cans lying in the corner. Cress handed Wilson a beer and switched on the tv before he went back to the kitchen to grab a few more cans. Even though the tv looked expensive, there was a little static on in. Probably bad reception again. They started watching the game that was on and didn’t even notice Cress coming back before he put another can in front of both of them. “Yo thanks, bro!” Wilson said. Wait since when did he say bro like that? He shrugged it off and focussed on the game again.

When he came to, Scott was only wearing underwear. This was a little weird to Wilson, but he then noticed how hot he was. After a little debating, he decided that he should just shed his shirt and be shirtless with his bros as they watched the game.

During the half-time show, he came to again and saw Scott rubbing Cress’ crotch. “What the fuck?!” Wilson stood up and sprinted to the bathroom, trying to make sense of what was going on. His mind started rambling and he noticed something shiny. “Sick! Another beer can! And it’s unopened! My fucking lucky day!” Wilson chugged the beer and immediately felt a little dizzy. He stared into the mirror for a while, looking into his own eyes. As he kept trying to figure something out, his mind started to numb. Within the space of two seconds, the thought of Cress and Scott fucking went from ‘repulsive’ to ‘kinda hot’ to ‘awesome!’

Cress didn’t pay much mind to Wilson’s outburst. He’d be back. The potion he bought at that one shop really worked it’s magic on Scott, turning the married straight man into a dumb fraternity jock who was always on the hunt for gay sex. Wilson opened the door again and walked back to the living room. While he was in the bathroom, Scott and Cress had both taken off his clothes and Scott had moved from the sofa to Cress’ lap, with the big black dick rubbing between his asscheeks. Without a word, Wilson fell to his knees and started licking Scott’s ass and Cress’ cock. Both let out a moan and Wilson leaned back and smiled. “Fuck yeah bro, can’t wait to have some fucking fun with my frat bros!”

Scotty and Willy then started posing for their frat president. Both their bodies were in amazing shape so they worshipped each other’s muscles. Willy pushed Scotty’s face into his sweaty pits while he made out with the bulging biceps. Both the studs moaned loudly, as Cress jacked his 11″ cock. When Cress got close, the beckoned the bros to come closer and they knelt under him. Cress blew his load all over their waiting faces, coating both of them with a thick layer of cum. Willy made sure to keep his president’s cock clean as he deep throated it, and Scotty made sure that he and his bro were presentable so he licked and scooped all the cum off their faces. Cress moaned loudly.

Best. Purchase. Ever.

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Vegas, Baby!

Jeonghan X Male!Reader Drabble

This is my first time writing MaleXMale, so please tell me if anything crossed a line, any sort of constructive criticism is welcomed as long as it's respectful.

A shock to Y/N's friends' systems, he patted his friends on the back as they stared at the hotel, decorated floor to floor in rainbow decor, celebrating the month of Pride. The festivities of those who identify as LGBTQIA+ still in full swing for another 24 hours and Y/N plans to make the best of it with his friends.

"Is it always like this during Pride?," Y/N's friend, Velerie, asked, "it's so flamboyant. It doesn't seem like you, Y/N, you're always so quiet and never the type to go to Vegas on a whim."

Velerie was right. Y/N was the straight A good boy who never stepped out of line, who never rocked the boat and kept to himself. It was Luna, his childhood friend who suggested the idea of an impromptu road trip.

"This could be gayer, you know?" Y/N joked, watching all the couples and singles proudly show their affections without any judgmental looks, "hey, I forgot something in the car, I'll be right back. Go ahead and check in."

Just as Y/N's friends were walking into the hotel to check in as he was running back to grab something, another group had arrived, struggling to get their bags out of the stuffed van. A short male was trying his hardest to get some luggage, pulling at the bag crammed into the vehicle.

"Woozi, you just need to work out more. Maybe if you weren't in the recording stud-" a taller male grabbed the bag with a yank hard enough to hit Y/N in the abdomen, causing Y/N to gasp in pain and the other two boys to look on in concern.

"Shit! Jeonghan! What did you do?! Are you okay, man?" Woozi offered his hand to help Y/N as Jeonghan was looking for the words to say, "sorry about that. Jeonghan's not the type to wack innocent people with bags."

"No, it's okay," Y/N stood up with the help of Woozi, "I probably should've paid attention. Just getting here?"

Woozi slapped Jeonghan's shoulder, trying to earn a response. When no such response came, Woozi spoke up once more.

"Uh, oh yeah! We just came from a rehearsal for a show tonight."

"Oh, a show?" Y/N looked at the two boys, "what kind?"

"We're singers!" Jeonghan blurted out, stumbling on his words, "I'm Jeonghan and this is Jihoon! Why don't you come?! I'm sure we can sco-"

"Y/N!" Luna ran up behind the boy, "we're all checked in and good to go. Who are these handsome gentlemen?"

"This is Jeonghan and Jihoon! They want us to go to their show tonight."

Jeonghan looked up and down at Luna, "yeah. We should be able to give you guys some backstage passes. Is there anymore of you we should know about?"

"Two more, Velerie and Reed. Are you sure that's okay?"

Luna clung to Y/N's arm, "a concert?! That would be amazing! Look at you, Y/N. Breaking out of that shell. Only took a fuckton of years."

Woozi looked through the bags and spotted a few badges, sporting the Seventeen logo as well as a random member. Jeonghan grabbed the passes, looking for specific pass.

"Here," Jeonghan flung a pass out, hurriedly giving to Y/N, "I'd like for you to have mine."

Luna squealed, gaining an annoyed look from Jeonghan, "we'll definitely be there! Come on Y/N, let's go get settled in."

"It was nice meeting you!" Y/N yelled at the duo as they continued to help the other members unpack the girl.

"Woo-"

"Don't say it. I know what you're about to s-"

"What am I ab-"

"Oh, he was cute, but I think he's already taken, oh oh oh," Woozi mocked Jeonghan as he cringed in annoyance.

"I hate when you're right."

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After the concert, after the guys got all cleaned up from the sweat and drinks they threw, the thirteen boys decided to meet with Y/N and his friends.

Drinks were flowing, everyone was talking and dancing. Jeonghan walked over to Y/N, who was awkwardly sitting in a booth, next to a couple making out.

"Hey, why don't you come out and dance? Look, you've barely had a sip of your drink!" Jeonghan yelled over the music.

"This is actually my second! And I'm not the type to normally do this! Luna thought it would've been a good idea to come to Vegas for my first Pride as an open man!"

"Wait?! You mean you're not dating Luna?"

Y/N pointed to the pair behind them that have been trying to suck off their faces off for the past hour. Luna flipped her hair, revealing she had been making out with Mingyu, Jeonghan shocked.

"She's my best friend! We did have a thing when we were like 14, but that's what helped me realize who I am!"

Jeonghan sat in silence, the music pounding as Luna and Mingyu went to the dance floor and Y/N sat, stirring his drink with the straw and eating the bar peanuts on the table.

"Honestly I can't imagine my life without you even though I've only known you for a maximum of an hour, there's a Chapel down the street, let's go."

Y/N took a sip as Jeonghan confessed, the liquid spraying out as Y/N went bug-eyed.

"Jeonghan, that's just the alcohol talking."

"No, no, I'm being serious! You're handsome, you're funny, I haven't been able to get my mind off of you since we met earlier, and I can tell by the way you treat your friends, you're an amazing person! Let's go, let's go!"

"I hope you realize, more often than not, weddings in Vegas aren't actually legal."

"That's fine. As long as I can spend some time with you, I'm good."

Y/N contemplated, thinking back to Luna telling him he needed to get out there and stop being so quiet. Y/N stood up, grabbed Jeonghan's wrist and pulling him closer.

"Who do you want as the minster? Elvis or the Devil?"

[ultrafouldreamcollectionworld]

Nicor enjoyed helping people, even when he had just been a little Growlithe aiding his peers and fighting off bullies, he was always one to stand up for the weak. As an adult and fully-grown Arcanine he traveled the lands, fighting off slavers, raiders, tyrants and other monsters... and with every heroic deed grew his fame. Wherever he went, the people asked him to help with a problem they had – and it was not always an evil villain that needed to be vanquished. Sometimes a dam was threatening to break, forcing him to haul heavy materials and fix it. Other times he needed to find lost people in a forest, or dig out a caravan that got into a landslide. Fallen trees after a storm needed to be dealt with. Dangerous vermin needed to be exterminated from farmlands. The tasks for a wandering hero never seemed to abate.

He had just finished wrapping bandages around his bicep, huddled up in a dank cave. That Machoke bandit and his gang had really roughed him up before he had managed to defeat them, his whole body still aching. Nicor flexed his arm to test if the bandage wouldn't fall off, but the motion made him wince. His brown eyes glanced over the rest of his body – like any other Arcanine, he was generously fluffy with an orange and creamy coloured body and black stripes here and there, his mane standing out in long creamy spikes that merged with his chest hair, pretty much subsuming his neck. It didn't help that his chest was tremendously broad and consisted of two massive slabs of muscle befitting a heroic build, growing only slightly thinner towards the waist. Attached to his torso were bulging arms that could bend steel Pokémon, and his legs were mighty logs that could crush rocks between them. Unlike other Arcanines, his stomach was not black, but cream like his mane and tail, not that he minded. Over his powerful frame he wore studded leather armour that threatened to burst off his body, broken in some parts due to all the beating it received. Through the holes and gaps one could see even more bandages.

“I'm going to need some days for all these... oof. Hopefully the village has some food to spare, I'm not able to go hunting like this.“ he muttered to himself, grabbing his halbed before he made his way out of the wet cave, his long majestic tail swishing behind him.

The village was, as were so many, poor and consisted of a few huts. During these trying times where poverty and famines reigned and ruthless empires expanded, few people had much to give. As such, even though Nicor always helped and saved lives (or made them easier), he could never ask for much in return, this village not even having a single spare room for him, forcing him to camp in the cave, which was wet and dark and really not good for his back.

In the early years of his travels, he had silently accepted such facts. Nowadays, however, he started to really feel it in his very bones.

He swung his halberd to rest on his shoulder, approaching a group of villagers – a Bounsweet, a Linoone and a Sudowoodo. As soon as they spotted him and before he could voice his request for some food, they swarmed him.

“Nicor, I need you to repair my roof! It's damaged and it will rain soon!“ the Bounsweet pleaded, tugging at the fluff of his wrists.

“No, no, you need to help me build a new fence! There's wild animals trying to sneak through every night!“ yelled the Linoone, grabbing hold of Nicor's other arm.

Predictably, the Sudowoodo clung to his middle.

“What about the bridge, though?! Without anyone building the new bridge, no one can trade with us! Nicor, please, none of us has the strength for that!“ he sobbed.

The Arcanine let out a sigh that no one heard.

At the start of his career his tasks had grown more and more heroic – but it seemed that after a while, the foes did not always get bigger or badder and that he instead received more and more requests that dealt with manual labour of all sorts, but who was he to decline?

“I... apologize but the bandits that attacked you were a tough battle. I will need some days to recover and wanted to ask for some food... once I'm better, I'll help you, I promise.“ he said, smiling lightly at the three clingy Pokémon, who all stared up at him for a few seconds...

...and then talked over each other. No, they could not afford to give him food, what little they had was barely enough for them and their families. No, the tasks could not wait. No, the bridge was more important.

Nicor sighed.

The months passed... Nicor, the hero, wandered. He was welcome everywhere, as long as there were tasks the people had for him, and though many happy faces greeted him, they were always hiding a request behind them. Sure, he received their thanks, but a thank-you could not fill his stomach nor warm his furred hide. Sometimes he got a reward, of course, but it was almost never in proportion to the herculean (or laborious) task he fulfilled.

And sometimes, he really wished he had a house somewhere waiting for him. The life of a selfless hero did not pay well, nor did he own any land. He might have had plowed more than a few fields for frantic farmers, but he did not know how to grow vegetables, and hunting became more and more of a fruitless effort thanks to the world's general decline.

One time it seemed as if fortune smiled on him, though... in a larger town that was not quite as struggling.

“So this wizard's demanding food and gold, lest he ruins your city? Hrmph, another would-be tyrant... I'll see him brought to justice. You say I will receive a house and enough money to live a good while?“ Nicor asked the mayor, a Staraptor that nodded at him.

“Well, y-yes... if glory and fame are not enough for you, of course. You're a famous hero, after all.“ she said, eyeing him with a look he did not like.

“I have to settle down somewhere. I'm not getting any younger, so I'll have the house, thank you, Lady Mayor.“ Nicor said, getting up from his chair to readjust his armour. By now, much of it had broken down to reveal his mighty abs of steel, a fact some people certainly liked.

“You do seem like you've traveled the road for a long time. Be careful – this sorcerer wields fearsome powers, and he's thoroughly evil. I've never seen a more vile creature! Why, it seems he -delights- in hurting others when we can't bring him enough.“ she said, ruffling some of her feathers in disgust.

“Didn't you say it was a wizard?“ Nicor asked dumbfounded as they walked to the door of the mayor's office.

“Who cares? Now go and defeat this warlock so that my people can sleep in peace again.“ she said, almost pushing him out of the door, closing it behind him.

“...those are three different things. Ah well... what's another wizard-sorcerer-warlock. Wicelock... no, that won't catch on...“ Nicor grunted to himself, then made his way to the town's edge... the people on the streets all hailed him and cheered.

“It's Nicor! The hero! He's going to free us!“ “You're our only hope!“

“Kick that warlock's ass!“

“Nicor! Nicor! Nicor!“

The Arcanine couldn't help but smile – for a while, he felt like the young hero he once was, the one that believed helping people was its own reward. Well, and the admiration one received.

The cheering was audible for a while after he had left the town behind, approaching a ruined keep the warlock (Nicor had decided to use this term from now on) had claimed for himself. No guards, no nothing, apparently this guy worked alone. This was either an incredibly powerful warlock or someone who was all bark and no bite.

Soon he stood in front of the decrepit gates, kicking them open with ease.

“Your foul demands meet an end today, warlock! You won't oppress these people any longer!” he shouted, swinging his halberd as he rushed into the partly collapsed main hall, where the culprit sat on a throne. They always sat on a throne, Nicor had noticed in his career.

A Lycanroc, that much he had known. A Midday one, clad in creamy and white fur – and sporting a somewhat chubby paunch.

“A hero, how lovely. I was wondering when they'd grow a spine.” the Lycanroc retorted, swinging one leg above the other, grinning defiantly.

“I was expecting a Midnight Lycanroc... either way, prepare yourself, Chunks!” Nicor shouted, pointing his halberd towards the canine, who was stroking one of his neck horns that jutted out of the fluff.

“My apologies for ruining your stereotype. I'm quite happy being an evil Midday one. But say... you don't look so hot. A bit washed-up.” the Lycanroc said, not getting up. Nicor couldn't see a weapon, but he knew this was a magical foe anyway – there was just an odd crystal that he levitated above his paw, perhaps the source of his powers.

“How vile must one be to gleefully call oneself evil? There's nothing redeemable about you, villain. Stand up and fight!” Nicor replied with a frown, the comment getting to him.

“Pah, redeemable... look at yourself, you're all dirty and your gear's in shambles. What do your heroics give you? Nothing, am I right? Making yourself the slave of the people, thinking they'll thank you for it, but all they'll do is eat you alive. I'd know, I've seen it.” the Lycanroc said, standing up slowly. He was clad only in a loincloth that his little belly was not yet sagging over.

“Be silent. What you do is detestable... and you know nothing about me, demon!” Nicor shouted.

“What can I say, I just love making others squirm in agony. And the name is Xalys – remember it on the way to heaven!” the Lycanroc called out, then gathered dark energies from the crystal he held, throwing a barrage of lightning towards the Arcanine.

Nicor dodged them only thanks to his reflexes, then darted towards the Lycanroc. Xalys reacted quick as well, opting for a large blast that the Arcanine could never dodge, he figured – but his foe was not an ordinary one. With a slice of his halberd, he destroyed the magical energy, his blade

glowing with its own magical energy.

“You can use some magic too, not bad! You could achieve so much if you didn't make yourself a slave!” the Lycanroc shouted with a smirk, but that was fading fast when Nicor leaped towards him and struck, Xalys barely able to duck as the weapon swung over him.

“I help those in need, I am not a slave!” Nicor growled, trying to land a decisive hit, but the warlock blocked the strikes with energy from the crystal. One blow smashed the throne to pieces, the Lycanroc retreating.

“They abuse you, that's all! And the moment they no longer need you, they forget everything you've done for them! I feel bad for you, hero!” Xalys shouted, then overloaded his barrier, which sent the Arcanine crashing onto his back with a pained roar, squirming from magical lightning coursing through his body. Xalys was quick to plant his foot on the muscular chest, glancing down at him. “With the Blacklight Star, no one can touch me.” he said, his violet eyes fixed on the Arcanine's brown ones.

“Nicor, I can see it all over you. You're sick of this life. It's painfully obvious. Please, you have to see reason.”

“You're wrong!” Nicor shouted, and swiftly grabbed the Lycanroc's ankle atop his chest and yanked him off his feet with a yelp, followed by slamming his body onto his foe, pressing the air out of him.

“And your arrogance was your downfall!”

“Gah..! You... get... off... me... no!!!” Xalys gasped, trying to reach for the crystal that had left his grasp, but Nicor kicked it away. Without it, the chubby Lycanroc was nothing, very devoid of musculature and whatever magic he had left he wouldn't be able to cast with his arms restrained.

The tyrant that had pressed the town into enriching him had been defeated – no more gold, no more food would feed his greedy gut and his coffers.

** *

“He did it! He captured the warlock!” the people shouted once Nicor came into view, pushing the bound Lycanroc in front of himself.

“I don't want them to see me defeated like this... just kill me.” Xalys hissed, but Nicor just gave him a shove.

“Fat chance. They're gonna see how fat their tribute made you and how powerless you are. Seriously, relying on such a crystal and nothing else, you've got some nerve.” Nicor said, said crystal hidden in a pouch of his.

“I've just started my career, give me a break.” the Lycanroc muttered, keeping his head held high even as they walked through the flanking crowds, alternating between cheering at Nicor and booing at the villain. The mayor waited at the town square, wringing her wings in anticipation, then raised them once Nicor and Xalys came close enough.

“Great hero, you've freed us from a great evil! But... I thought you would have slain it.” she said, pointing some guards to grab hold of the Lycanroc, taking him off the Arcanine.

“It wasn't necessary.” Nicor said with a smile, basking in the adoration of the people. They all were

shouting his name and admiring him... it felt great. Yes, here he could imagine settling down.

“Well, for all you've done for our town you'll be rewarded as we discussed.” the Staraptor said, wringing her wings awkwardly before she turned towards the Lycanroc.

“And now to you, terrible mage! Put him in the stocks. For harming our citizens, the threats and forcing tribute out of us, you'll stay here until you starve. Or you die from the injuries someone inevitably will do to you.” she said, while the guards forced Xalys to bend over and put his head and wrists through the holes of the stocks, closing it with a shut.

“That sounds a little harsh. I'd put him in the dungeons, it's too dangerous, although he doesn't seem to have many powers on his own.” Nicor commented, but was ignored by the mayor, who raised her wings.

“Pelt him, citizens!” she called out, and Nicor had to duck out of the way as an onslaught of rotten food started to fly through the air.

“Monster! Villain!” they shouted, as Xalys was standing in the torrent of fruit and vegetables, a tomato bursting off his snout making him snarl, followed by a rotten egg hitting him in the eye. He writhed and wriggled, unable to escape his just desserts, the rounded tummy wobbling and quivering as it too faced the wrath of the townspeople.

“Now to you, uhm... Nicor, perhaps you have reconsidered? We could carry your name far and wide for this deed you have done, and surely bringing this spellslinger to justice was reward enough?” the mayor said with a hopeful tone in her voice that made Nicor eye her warily.

“We've been over this, mayor. I'm not doing this for the exposure. I'd like to see my future house now.” the Arcanine said, ducking out of a tomato's path that hit Xalys right in the nose.

“I'll kill you all! When I get out of this I'll make you all dead!” the Lycanroc shouted in anger, something he'd regret when under loud booing eggs were thrown right at his gaping maw, making him gag.

“Oh, well, certainly, if you're sure, but perhaps we can do it later and one of my staff will show you-” the Staraptor began, but Nicor held up a paw.

“I want to see it right. Now.”

** *

Nicor stared at his reward silently, his long, fluffy mane and tail swaying in a breeze. A breeze that tore off the last remaining roof brick, making it fall into the ruined hut stuck between two large and fine stone houses, a space where someone broad and tall like Nicor would manage to barely turn around in. And that was ignoring the fact it had no roof and partly collapsed walls.

“It, uh, might require you to spend some of your reward money to have it repaired, but... it's the only free house we have. Everything else is filled, you know, the state our world is in and all that. This used to belong to some Rattata family, it... certainly has some charming qualities.” the mayor said, eyeing the paralyzed Arcanine.

“I'll, uhm, leave you to it! Good work! You've saved us all!” she said before hurrying away, Nicor did not stop her.

You've saved us all, she said, and this was all he got for that? The Arcanine could not fathom it. His

hopes were crushed, and slowly he looked at the money he had received. He was no expert, but he was certain that -complete renovations- would eat far more money than he had gotten.

“This can't be happening. No, I won't give up, I'll... I'll make the best out of it. I'm going to ask the carpenters' guild to make it a nice little abode. Surely they'll do it for free considering I saved their business.” he told himself, his brown eyes twitching in their sockets, a little voice whispering they wouldn't.

The voice would be right.

“I'm sorry, Sir, we really appreciate what you did for us, but we can't work for free, you know? We've got families to feed and costs. I can give you five percent off, but hm, we can't start on it this month either, we have so much to repair.” the Bidoof guildie said, giving Nicor a half-baked apologetic smile.

“What do you mean you can't do it for free and noth even this month?! I risked my life and got ruins for it! I don't even have a roof!” Nicor said, almost yelling, many a head in the building turning towards him.

“Just use some of the tribute you had given to Xalys! Please, I saved you all!” he added, the act of pleading hurting his hero's soul deeply.

“I'm really sorry, but that sounds like extortion, Sir. That'd make you just like Xalys, even if only for once. It goes against our rules and-” the Bidoof said, interrupted by Nicor picking him up and lifting him high above the counter, right to hise face, pupils diluted.

“I don't have the money! What I got is barely enough for two weeks of food! I got injured for you, I got hurt for you!!!” he roared, the Bidoof squirming in his grasp.

“Let me down, let me down! There's nothing I can do, Sir!” the Bidoof shrieked, some other guildmates coming by to surround Nicor.

“Hey, you let him down! Right now!” they shouted, and Nicor obliged with a soured expression. “But where will I even stay until you can fix my roof?!” he asked exasperatedly.

** *

“But of course we can give you a place to sleep for some weeks! You've defeated the evil cleric, after all!” the Rapidash said, leading Nicor to the staircase of the tavern, where underneath, in the shadow, a small and dusty bed stood, covered in crates and trash.

“This... this is all? I... I am not sure I can fit in under there.” Nicor said, staring horrified at the cramped space.

“It's unfortunate but all our rooms are booked. Oh, and could you sweep the place now and then? Thank you.” she said, and then left him to it. Crates and trash on the bed, and all.

At the end of the day, after receiving some bread and a mug of beer (surprisingly for free), Nicor laid down on the creaky bed, then made the mistake of trying to readjust his position, bumping his head against the downside of the stairs. The fluffy mane shielded him from the worst, but it still hurt.

“Ow! And my legs dangle off, too! I... I hate this! I paid for half a roof that won't be built within the next three months and I have to sweep just so I can huddle in some corner and bump my head...?!

This isn't what I was hoping for...” he muttered to himself, trying to find a good spot for the blanket, which of course could only cover a portion of his large body. Oh, how he regretted things now. If only he had done something else with his life, he thought – his body was aching all over and all the happiness the admiration had brought him had vanished. He could not even pretend that the safety of the people was its own reward, he thought of what Xalys had said during their duel, and how much his words had hit a mark. A mark Nicor had tried to hide.

The Arcanine groaned when he turned to his side, something poking his hip. Right, the crystal. What had Xalys called this one again? He reached into his pouch and pulled the purple thing out, looking it over. From what he could tell, this thing was a very powerful source of dark energies, glowing in the same colour that Xalys' eyes had been... perhaps it had corrupted him. The crystal was cut like a briolette, similar to a teardrop and its powers obvious. He should probably destroy it, if it was in his power, but not here. It might even be too strong for that.

“What an eerie but beautiful thing... with this power he could've turned me to dust. Hrm... oh well.” he muttered, then put it back into his pouch, though the pouch itself somewhere else so he wouldn't get poked by the crystal again. Used to sleeping in dreadful conditions, he soon fell asleep.

** *

Xalys was not having a good evening. Children had danced around him and poked and slapped him with sticks, while some angry males had punched him in the gut and the face. At this point he'd easily die to humiliation first instead of exposure, or his injuries, just like the mayor had said. “Cursed... little... people... just wait until... I get the Blacklight Star again...” he huffed, wishing he could sit down, but the stocks didn't allow for that. Splat went another tomato exploding on his rear, making him grimace.

“Grow your tomatoes properly, if you have this much to waste, you're doing it wrong!!” he shouted, but it only earned him a cabbage to the head.

“Miscreant! Monster!” someone shouted as they passed. At least by now people only sometimes threw something, but he was still quite the spectacle.

“Oh I'm a monster alright... and why not? Better that than being a Mareep shackled by ethics and convention.” Xalys growled, a passing Mareep giving him an angry glare.

“Hey, I didn't make the saying.” he added.

** *

“It's the hero, lady mayor, he's very -” the mayor's assistant tried to say, but Nicor forced his way through with sheer force, of which he had ample thanks to his more than heroic, muscular build.

“When I fought the warlock for you I expected a real house and some suitable amount of money, mayor! I demand that you set this right!” he growled, pointing a finger at the Staraptor behind her desk, who let out a gasp.

“You demand?” she said in surprise, Nicor quickly noticing how bad his tone had gotten so he cleared his throat.

“I... well, I can't live like that, surely you understand!” he said, but was unable to take out the anger in his voice completely.

“Like I said, it's the only one we really have. But if you use the money I gave you...”

“That's already been used for half a roof, built in some odd months!” “Well, the guild is very busy, you must understand.”

“What I understand is that I'm not any better off than before.”

“That's not very heroic... fine, I could offer you a new job for another reward, Nicor. There are some dangerous animals in the cliff nearby that would make excellent beasts of burden. Someone with your strength and abilities could surely capture them and-” she began, raising a wing, but Nicor scowled at that, so she stopped and lowered it again.

“No?”

“I dealt with the deranged warlock and now you want to give me the menial job? It's like everywhere I go, everywhere...” he growled, turning around to leave, hitting the assistant in the face with his majestic tail.

“You could sleep over it! We'd really appreciate it! Think of all the happy faces!” the mayor called after him, but right now, those words sounded so hollow.

These faces she mentioned – belonging to the same people that wouldn't give him what he needed, after he had given them what they needed. What worth was their happiness? They only thought of themselves, not like him who had sacrificed so much just for others. If they'd all be like him, there'd be no trouble getting through this dark age.

Nicor left the building, some Pokemon had waited for him outside, having seen him entering earlier. He stared at them – they cheered, smiled. But then, they voiced their demands. Can you come beat up a thief, please come and carry bags of grain to the mill, come fell some trees. He moved past them without a word, moved without a goal. Where would he go, anyway? The ruined home? The cramped bed under the stairs?

The Arcanine reached into his pouch, pulling the crystal out, staring into its darkness. Was it this thing's fault? Did it make him so angry, so full of sinister thoughts?

“The Blacklight Star doesn't corrupt, if that's what you think... these thoughts are all in your heart.” a voice said, and Nicor looked up.

He stood on the market square, Xalys and the stocks a few feet away. The Lycanroc was smirking, but he looked badly bruised.

“I've fought for so long and suffered so much.” Nicor replied, looking at him with troubled eyes. Xalys nodded.

“I've lost my father like that, you know. He selflessly gave the people, again and again, until one day he couldn't, and they murdered him without a thought. You understand, don't you? I know heroes similar to you, always sacrificing themselves, but you're not like that. You don't want to burn out.” the Lycanroc said, keeping his violet gaze to Nicor's brown one.

“I feel so bad for you, Nicor.”

“Don't. I don't... I don't need your pity, I pity you, you're – you're a joyless... monster.” Nicor replied, but his confidence was fading.

“A monster maybe, and I may be in shackles... but I am not as much a prisoner as you are. You look so tired, Nicor. Come with me, with the Blacklight Star, we can make -us- happy.” Xalys said, his

paw held in an inviting gesture.

Nicor stepped up to the stocks, and grabbed hold of the lock – then tore it apart, his biceps bulging. Gingerly he reached out for the stocks to open them.

** *

“How do you feel now?” Xalys asked Nicor hours later, the two of them deep in a forest, long past midnight.

“Like I've never felt before... I thought it'd feel bad, but all I feel is... happiness. Like I spent all my life submerged in water and finally reached the surface.” the Arcanine replied, staring down at his trembling paw, the motion stopping when Xalys' much smaller paw grabbed hold of it, walking around Nicor until he stood in front of him. He was smaller by a head or so, so he was forced to look up.

“How poetic. I knew you had it in you... Good... what good does that do one? Let us do whatever we desire, Nicor.” Xalys said, reaching up to peck the Arcanine's chin.

“I won't hold back anymore. From now on... I take what I want.” the Arcanine replied, his eyes narrowed and grim. He let go of Xalys' paw to undo the straps of his near-broken armour, tearing it off himself roughly and carelessly throwing it away, and it broke to piece upon landing on the ground.

** *

Many years later...

Nicor smacked his lips before letting loose a reverberating belch. The Arcanine laid sprawled out on his divan chair, rubbing wide circles over his bare, bloated gut. It had grown tremendously ever since he had given up his heroic days and just indulged, long replacing the abs of steel of old. His chest was still wide, but no longer due to brawny, muscular flesh, now it oozed with adipose and sagged off the sides of his sloping belly, which itself hung deeply over his crotch, the underbelly nearly always resting on a large portion of his thighs. The only way these could still crush rocks was if it were a particularly sandy and unstable piece of stone, as they were ripe with soft blubber that rubbed against each other whenever the Arcanine walked.

He decided to lay on his back, tossing and turning his bulk to get into the desired position, his creamy belly sloshing and wobbling uncontrollably as he did. It quivered from the slightest touch or motion, so these movements sent the flab flying, he even put a paw on a moob to stop it from bouncing so much.

“Phew! I'm famished... more. Yes, I want more, way more. Kerrel!” he called out, and a Lucario appeared, hurrying into the room to salute in front of the indolent, obese Arcanine lazing on silken cushions.

“Yes, Captain Nicor! At your command, Captain!” he said, huffing a bit from the short jog – none of the guards Nicor commanded were prime examples of fitness, the Lucario for example sporting a more than large arse.

“I'm hungry! So go and fetch me some food and slaves to feed me. Ah, and give me a report of how the citizens are faring, they've been uppity lately.” Nicor said, claws raking all over his soft belly, tugging at the fattened flesh, the other arm waved around randomly, the fat on it swaying just a bit.

“Right away, Captain! Are you worried they might rebel? The Overpokélord's recent law has upset them, maybe they'll actually try something...” Kerrel said, watching his superior, ears twitching when the Arcanine belched once more.

“No, BRURRRRRP! I'm not worried... not yet. They won't do a thing until a hero comes. They always wait until some idiot comes by. And as far as I know, there hasn't been anyone like that lately, so... let them toil to make us richer. You're dismissed, now arrange for my food.” Nicor said, his violet eyes fixed on the Lucario with a smirk, arms crossed behind his head in preparation for a little nap.

After all, he deserved all the rest, no?

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Could you make a story about 3 college girls hypnotizing each other into bimbo puppy girls?

Sorry, but I tweaked this one just a little bit. Hope it’s still ok.

   The girl’s nerves were made apparent by the shifting of her feet and the tension she held in her exposed shoulders. She waited on the decorated slab of concrete that marked the entryway to the sorority house. Her name was Mary, and she found her should entering her sorority sisters home on little more than a silly dare. Still, she knew the need for caution was now. She was no mystic by any estimation but she knew you didn’t play with forces you didn’t understand. But caution in the face of the unknown was not something Amy was in favor of, and Tracy just did pretty much whatever Amy said in the first place. How were they to know if she had been hypnotized at all? Which is, of course, why she was now going to be filling in as the hypnotist.

   It really was a stupid, childish idea. And like most of them, it began by trying to emulate a youtube video. It was Amy who found it, she was usually the mover and the shaker for the crazy bets they partook in. It was just a simple video from some stage hypnosis show, but it was Tracy in a rare show of original thought that said: “That’s so totally fake.” That was all it took for Amy to latch onto the idea of experimenting with hypno videos and audio files. There was over a thousand dollars on the line at this point, all the pair of them had to do was resist any command given after the “trigger word” each of them was going to be given by Tracy was said.

   That was over two months ago and since then every single night Amy and Mary had to listen to a general hypnosis induction file that Amy told Tracy to find. Mary had an inkling that the file she was given was on the expensive side, no doubt Amy taking advantage of Tracy again. If she wins she had every intention of sharing some of the cash with her, Amy certainly wouldn’t. It wasn’t as though Amy was a bad person, however, far from it. She just had a nasty habit of getting tunnel vision when making wagers.

   The doors opened and the rush of warm air from inside tickled her skin. Tracy stood in front of her wearing an adult onesie. It always brought a smile to her cheeks to see Tracy like this. She just came off so innocent and huggable, always just waiting for a moment to make someone happy. A fact Amy took advantage off a bit too often. It was a real shame that she wore that, otherwise she looked amazing. Her short red hair framed such a cute face and her body was that of a svelte athlete. It was a mystery where she found the time to exercise, but she had the burgeoning abs to prove it. “Hey Mary, are ya ready to get hypno’d? I’m so gonna make you guys cluck like turkeys and stuff!” Tracy said. “Not if I can help it Trace,” said Amy from her perch atop the stairs.

   She already had on perfectly applied makeup, as usual. She was one of those “image is everything” type of women. Her mother was a politician so it’s easy to see where that came from. As she descended the stairs her attitude became more apparent. She wore a dress far too fancy for such an occasion. It was a floor length navy blue that cut a deep swath of cleavage. Her ears were studded with diamonds and she wore a pearl necklace she had told everyone was a family heirloom. This was her war garb, her declaration that the contest was over before it started.  “So, ready to give me a thousand bucks?” Amy said.“Not hardly, you ready to cluck like a chicken for Tracey?”“Not hardly. Well, why don’t we get this show on the road? I have a party to get to after this. Are you ready Trace?” Tracy nodded excitedly as she led the pair into the house.

   Tracy lead them to her bedroom. It was towards the back of the house so they were less likely to be disturbed while they sorted this out. “Ok guys, so first things first I need to do one in person session with you two and try to put you both under. And if I can do that then I’m going to try to implant some trigger words and once you guys wake up we can see if they worked. Whoever they don’t work on wins the bet, ok?” Amy and Mary both nodded in agreement. “Yay! This is gonna be so fun you guys, trust me. Now I’m just going to put on some mood music and then we can start. I even got a pocket watch to use, isn’t that cool?” She declared with unbridled excitement.

   “Ok, Amy you stand here and Mary you stand on her left. Alright, so last chance to back out?” Amy rolled her eyes, “Just get on with it Trace. Like I said I have plans later,” she said with an exasperated yawn. Tracy withdrew the pocket watch from her dresser drawer. It was simple for a pocket watch. A polished steel exterior that didn’t have any sort of engraving except for the manufacturer logo. She held it outstretched and subtly swayed it back and forth before the two young women. “Look at the watch. Watch it sway back and forth and back and forth. Each time it swings back you find it more difficult to turn away. Each time it swings back you find yourself going deeper, and deeper, and deeper. You’re beginning to feel lighter. Back and forth, back and forth.” Tracey was right. Both Mary and Amy found it so difficult to focus on anything but the watch. Its motion was so smooth and enticing, just back and forth, back and forth.

   “Back and forth, back and forth. With every motion, you feel yourself falling deeper into the trance. I’m going to start counting and when I reach zero you will be completely under my trance. Ten, watch the motions back and forth. Nine, you feel yourself being drawn down deeper and deeper. Eight, you are so relaxed. Each swing of the watch drives away any stress or confusion. Seven, it’s so hard to focus now, you’re becoming so relaxed. Six, you’re so close now, so close to perfect relaxation. Five, back and forth, deeper and deeper. Four, so nearly there. Each swing brings you closer and closer. Three, you’re bodies are so relaxed now. Two, back and forth and deeper and deeper. One, almost totally relaxed now. Zero…”

   Mary was more peaceful than she had been in years. If nothing else these files and this session at least gave her some really great sleep. She was a little miffed when she vaguely heard Tracy say “Wake”. She and Amy were bounced back to reality very abruptly. Tracey still stood before them with a wide smile on her face. The watch she held stood still on its silver chain. Amy waited for nothing and asked: “Well, who won Trace?” Tracey just smiled at them, but it wasn’t her usual chipper smile. This one filled Mary and Amy with a small feeling of dread. “Well, Amy. I’m pretty sure that I just won.”

   Amy and Mary both looked at each other with faces screwed up in confusion. “Um, the hell are you talking about Trace? You weren’t a part of this remember?” Instead of responding to the question she placed her watch back in the draw it came from and turned back to the pair and said: “Sit.” Amy and Mary both responded instantly and squatted down on their haunches. Mary wore a functional pair of leggings and had no problems following the order. Amy’s dress, however, was not intended for such a sudden motion and the tearing of fabric was unmistakable. Neither of the girls saw fit to question the order they were just given though. “Damn it Trace!” Amy said, “This dress was expensive! You are so going to—” Before she could finish Tracey said, in an uncharacteristically commanding voice, “Heel.” Amy instantly shut her mouth and cowed to Tracey’s command. Mary wasn’t speaking but she knew she couldn’t until Tracy said it was ok. “Now that I have your attention, Amy, why don’t you go ahead and get Mary naked. And Mary, you do the same for Amy. But no using your hands, just your teeth. And why don’t you guys just stay on all fours from now on?”

   It was a pretty great idea and Amy and Mary leapt at the opportunity. Amy took the initiative and bite at Mary’s light grey t-shirt and pulled it off her, revealing Mary’s ample chest contained in a pink lace bra. Amy’s dress was a more complicated matter. Mary had to begin at the bottom and pull it over her hips and torso. Amy must’ve been planning on having a good party, she didn’t bother putting any panties on. “Oh Amy, I always knew you were a naughty girl. If only you had picked that up about me, you might have avoided this,” Tracy said as she unzipped her onesie, revealing beneath an ensemble of black leather and exposed skin in all the wrong places.

   “Good little pups,” Tracey said as she stared at her two subs, fully under her control, as they sat on all fours. Their pert asses were in the air and they wagged them side to side. If they hadn’t agreed to listen to those “primer” files she supplied they might have been able to resist this session. Now, Mary, you can go over to the bed and start humping the mattress, really give it your all. And Amy, you can come over here and start lapping at your masters pussy, like a good puppy.” Amy actually yipped in excitement. Still wagging her bottom, she crawled over and sat on her knees. She grabbed Tracey’s ass for support and lapped and licked and teased her masters pussy. Mary was so jealous, but master told her to give the mattress her all and she was not going to disobey. Mary whimpered and moaned as she rubbed her needy crotch into the corner of her master’s mattress. It felt so good to follow her commands, she was sure to get rewarded. Then she would be top dog servicing master.

The End. Hope Y’all liked it!

[terrimood]

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[nickgerlich]

Hold My Beer...

I have been a fan of beer for many years, long before I could even...um...legally consume it. It was back in 1974 that a cousin got me started collecting beer cans, which was a hobby that arose in the Midwest, and soon spread around the world. I was only 15, but suddenly I found myself knowing more about beer than the alcoholic who spent Saturday night in the drunk tank.

It’s OK. Really. I was helping document America’s brewing history. S’all good, man.

And it gets even better in that I am writing a feature story for Route Magazine about breweries along the Route 66 corridor. I get to combine my passions for the old road with beer. Words are flowing (and foaming) like a hearty IPA streaming out of a tap.

Today, there are 7000 breweries in operation in the USA, and that number could swell to 9000 in the next few years, if federal permit applications are any indication. Never before have there been so many breweries here. Not even close.

The previous domestic brewing apex was in 1873, with 4131 breweries. Consolidation and closures saw that number dwindle to 1179 before Prohibition became law in 1920. By the time of its repeal in 1933, only a handful of breweries were still in business, and only because they had adapted to selling ice and soft drinks. The industry had been decimated, and had to rise from the ashes.

The industry did recover and quickly, peaking at 703 breweries during the height of the Great Depression. I guess drinking took away some of the pain. But the industry then rapidly slipped into consolidation, and by the late 1970s, there were only 89 left.

My growing beer can collection took a hit, because brands started disappearing, and the number of items to collect shrank. The focus of the hobby shifted to finding the old ones, which were buried in dumps or found when buildings were demolished. Turns out that carpenters liked to stay hydrated on the job, but had to get rid of the evidence. They simply dropped the empties between wall studs.

But I digress.

One of my featured breweries is Six Car Pub & Brewery in Downtown Amarillo, which opened in May 2018. It sits only a couple hundred feet off Route 66, and is part of not only the brewing renaissance, but also the downtown revitalization efforts.

As co-owner and Operations Manager Colin Cummings told me, Amarillo is a “young” town when it comes to craft brewing. While the resurgence has been going on for more than 20 years, it is only now starting to get traction in town. There are only three other breweries here in a metro of 270,000 (Long Wooden Spoon, Pondaseta, and Big Texan).

This creates challenges when trying to appeal to neophyte beer drinkers accustomed to the mass-produced swill...sorry, my bias may be showing...from AB InBev and MillerCoors. To that end, they have had to educate many local beer drinkers, introducing them to house-brewed styles they would find to be similar to, although a hell of a lot tastier, than what they normally drink.

Thus, as Brewmaster Grant James told me, their Canoodle, a light lager, has proven to be exceptionally popular. Cummings also mentioned their Oktoberfest, which is a dark lager little different from Texas favorite Shiner Bock. Alas, that one is only a seasonal offering.

If anything, the explosion of new breweries in the US has helped raise our beer IQ. Just because it’s from a craft brewery doesn’t automatically make it good, but there are now thousands of hand-crafted brews that stand head and shoulders above the mass market.

Craft beer now accounts for 12.7% of the industry by volume, and 23% of the $111.4 billion market. That’s significant, because craft beers tend to cost more than mass-market beers, but it shows that a growing number of consumers are willing to pay for quality product.

And never mind that many of these craft breweries are now canning their beers, thanks to revolutions in canning lines that make it fairly inexpensive for even small breweries to make their beers available in convenient packaging. The beer can collector in me has gone crazy trying to keep up with the thousands...and I mean thousands...of new collectibles.

I suppose the American beer industry has come full circle now, and beyond. Most people look to Germany for their beer leadership. With 1300 breweries for 82.8 million people, that comes out to one brewery for every 63,692 people. The US, though, with 328 million people, can now boast a brewery for every 46, 857 people. Take that, Germany. No offense to my friends there, but we’re kinda rockin’ this thing now. I raise my glass, like I’ve been doing for 45 years. But now more than ever.

Dr “Prost!” Gerlich

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