Racing for Pink

by Samantha K.

Copyright© 2010 by Samantha K.

Scott's Porsche was the hottest car in town, and Melody was the hottest girl. Once a month, Scott would take both of them out to the country where he would pit his car's speed and agility against those of other drivers and Melody would match her looks and toned young body against those of the other driver's girlfriends. In both events it was usually a case of No Contest. The stakes for the race would always be the same: a $2000 cash pot with a bonus prize that the winning driver got to fuck Melody on the hood of the winning car in full view of everyone present. The latter was actually Melody's idea. She got such a kick out of the risk of her body being a prize that she came to the races in the nude to tease guys with bigger libidos than engines into racing against Scott. She would strut and pose and flirt until the rising testosterone drowned someone's better judgment and he put up his share of the bet.
Melody never worried about the downside to any of this. Scott always won, so the chance that she would have to spread her long, tanned legs for someone else was small. She also didn't have to worry about word of her behavior getting back to her family because the racers were all breaking the law and no one could tell on her without incriminating themselves.
Scott and Melody had great fun at this game until Tyrell showed up in his Veyron coupe. The race that day saw Scott's supercharged Porsche come in a distant second to the 1,000 horse-power Bugatti.
"Hand over my money, cracker!" Tyrell laughed when the dust had settled at the finish line. The money changed hands and Tyrell shoved it into the back pocket of his low-rider shorts. "I got the green, now for the pussy prize!"
Melody hesitated. She had always known that it was possible that someday Scott would lose and she would have to pay-up her part of the prize and surrender her body to the winner. She had even fantasized about having sex with a stranger while Scott watched, but she'd never expected to actually have to do it. Also, in her fantasies she had never pictured the winner being Black. And Tyrell was very, very Black.
"Get your ass on here, bitch!" Tyrell commanded, pointing at his car. Melody eased back onto the low hood, hiding her unease at the situation by stretching and posing like she did when trying to tease someone into challenging Scott. When Tyrell unzipped his fly, Melody began rolling her nipples between her fingers to try to get herself worked-up for what was coming.
"I can't believe this is really happening," Melody thought over and over, and then - "Maybe if I get him really turned on he will come right away and it will all be over quickly. I sure hope so!" She ran her hands down her body and tried to look as sexy as possible.
Tyrell reached in and began stroking himself without pulling his cock out of his fly. Melody watched and slid a finger into her slit to give her clit a rub. "Is he shy?" she wondered, "Maybe he's small. That would be funny. I mean, after hearing all those wild stories about how big Black cocks can be."
Melody had been afraid that when the time finally came, that she'd be so afraid that she'd go dry down there, but in the heat of the moment, her own heat seemed to be rising quite nicely, thank you. She could feel the slippery warmth down there that meant her pussy was primed. Melody arched her back and gave Tyrell a smoldering look that said she was ready anytime he was.
"Show me the pink, girl," Tyrell ordered. Melody moved her feet further apart and let her knees fall to either side, revealing her pussy with its short labial lips. Those she spread open with two fingers so Tyrell could see her moist, pink flesh with her narrow vaginal opening in the center.
Tyrell licked his thick lips at the sight. Melody was incredibly sexy, but like most White girls, her sexual experience was limited to a few boyfriends of her own race. Certainly her boyfriend with the Porsche wasn't packing much if his girl's pussy was still this small, so it was obvious that she had never had big dick in her and from Tyrell's perspective, Melody was still a virgin. He grinned, gave his dick a few more stokes, and then hauled it out and dropped it in open view.
Melody gasped. Tyrell's coal-black cock hung down past mid-thigh and was as thick as a beer can. It was uncircumcised and looked to her much like a big black snake wearing a turtle-neck sweater. It continued to swell and stiffen as she gaped at it. Melody's eyes opened so wide they showed white all around the iris. Her vision narrowed to exclude everything but the thick slab of meat hanging from Tyrell's groin.
"Nooooooo!" Melody moaned, still glowing with sexual heat but realizing that this wasn't something she'd bargained for at all. She slammed her knees together and tried to swing a leg over and crawl off the hood, but Tyrell was expecting something like that and caught her ankle in mid-swing.
"Where you going, baby?" Tyrell cooed, then addressed the crowd, "We can't have her backing out, can we? I want to collect my prize. Somebody hold the bitch."
Hands quickly grabbed Melody's legs and arms, pinning her to the car. "Let go!" Melody shouted, but a glance around her revealed no pity in the faces of those holding her. She recognized two of them as losers in previous races and knew there would be no sympathy there. She saw that all of them wore a kind of smug leer at her predicament. Apparently this was to be her payback for all the taunting and flaunting she'd been doing.
Tyrell was stroking his cock openly now. As she stared at it, his foreskin rode slowly back to reveal a glossy head the size and purplish-brown color of a ripe nectarine. Melody had never seen anything like it in her life. It was so big and heavy that it couldn't support itself. When Scott's cock got hard, it stood straight up and pointed at his navel. The object between Tyrell's legs didn't look like it belonged to a human being.
"He'll kill me with that thing!" Melody shuddered as she imagined having something that large stuffed inside her body. Her flight-or-fight response kicked-in and she struggled to get away. The hands holding her arms and legs held fast and all she could manage to do was to bounce her ass on the hood and roll her hips from side to side. She figured if she couldn't get away, she'd make it impossible for him to get that huge thing into her pussy.
"Damn it! I can't hit a moving target!" Tyrell said, sharply. "Keep her still!"
The men holding her feet gave them a sharp turn outward, pulling Melody's ligaments taut and forcing her ass up and her hips forward. This had the effect of presenting her pussy to Tyrell, whose cock was now showing a network of thick veins down the shaft that reminded Melody of vines around a tree-limb.
"This is sooo going to hurt," she thought with a whimper.
Melody looked for Scott. She found him in the sea of faces, but she couldn't catch his eye because Scott's gaze was firmly fixed on Tyrell's massive cock.
Tyrell followed Melody's eyes to Scott and made the same discovery - that Scott was mesmerized by Tyrell's johnson.
"Come here, cracker!" Tyrell ordered. Scott suddenly found himself standing beside Tyrell without having decided to move.
Tyrell grabbed Scott's wrist and before he could pull away, Tyrell laid his cock in Scott's palm. Scott tried to jerk his hand away, but Tyrell's grip was like iron. Scott tried to crush Tyrell's cock, but his fingers wouldn't close around it. He slid his hand up higher where the black shaft was narrower, but it was no use, Tyrell's cock was too thick and too hard to permit a one-handed grip. Things weren't much better with two hands, he found, although it was possible to get a better hold without Tyrell's hand on his wrist. Scott squeezed and pulled, but instead of hurting Tyrell, he just seemed to be making his cock harder. The feel of a cock this big and hard in his hands was an intoxicating experience, even if the cock wasn't his own. It was exciting to be touching maleness of this magnitude. Scott's handling became less rough. He used less pull and more stroke as he licked his lips and wondered if it wouldn't be easier doing this while on his knees. That way he could get a closer look at it.
The thought became deed and Scott was looking directly up the barrel of Tyrell's dick. It looked even more impressive from this angle. The head looked even more like a ripe fruit and he could see that the opening in the end was almost the diameter of a dime. As he stared at it he saw Tyrell's pee-hole open to disgorge a big drop of clear pre-cum. Scott leaned closer. He could feel the heat on his cheek. The musky aroma was intoxicating. His head was spinning. Scott swallowed and licked his lips, leaving his mouth open with his tongue resting on his lower lip. Scott felt a powerful urge to worship Tyrell's cock as though it were some kind of male fertility idol made flesh. His mouth opened wider. Saliva gushed in, preparing it to ... Scott's mind refused to go there. He swallowed and rocked back on his heels, but couldn't manage to move further away.
"Tell you what, cracker," Tyrell said to the man breathing all over his cock. Scott jumped, brought out of his waking dream by the sound of Tyrell's voice. "I won't fuck your girlfriend ... if you suck me off. Or maybe you'd rather I fucked your Whiteboy ass instead? How about it?"
Scott let go of Tyrell's cock like it had suddenly turned red-hot. He scrambled to his feet, mortified by how close he had come to turning queer. He continued to stare at Tyrell's cock, mostly because he didn't want to see the faces of the people around him, many of whom he was sure now thought he was a fag.
"I'll take that as a 'no'," Tyrell said, "But you know you want to."
Melody's mouth was so open that her jaw rested on her chest. She couldn't believe that she had just watched her boyfriend jerking Tyrell's cock, as though he were doing his best to make it hard for her. He'd even seemed about to suck the thing. Her upper lip curled into a sneer of disgust that Scott would do something so gay - and that he still hadn't looked at her once since Tyrell's cock had been on display.
Tyrell stepped into position between Melody's wide-spread legs. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, smearing her juice and his precum all over it.
"Oh!" Melody cried as she realized that Tyrell intended to fuck her bareback. "No! Please! You've got to use a condom! Please! I don't want to get pregnant!"
Tyrell laughed, "Never seen a rubber than would fit my dick. You're just gonna have to take your chances." He pushed his hips forward and began to shove his cock into Melody's pussy.
"Aaaah!" Melody cried as the pain began to mount, pushing her concern about getting pregnant to the background while she dealt with the immediate issue of being split in two. "OH! OH! Oh my God! Oh, that hurts! Oh my God! Please stop! Oh my God!"
Tyrell's cock pushed into Melody, dragging her labia and her outer lips with it until all that was visible was smooth shaven skin. He patiently increased the pressure and then held it. "Give it up, bitch," he grunted, waiting for Melody's pussy to surrender to his cock.
Melody was in agony. Her eyes watered and tried to cross. She shut them hard and kept them shut. It felt for all the world like she was being ripped apart. The pain was so great that she forgot to scream, instead whining in one high and long note that went up in pitch, higher and higher until it approached inaudibility to humans.
When Melody's pussy finally stretched far enough to admit Tyrell's cock, it happened quickly. In one instant it was being turned outside-in, the next it was a tight ring of flesh around and behind the head. It was such a snug fit that Tyrell felt trapped by it, as though her pussy had taken hold of him and wouldn't let go.
"Ungh!" Melody grunted. The intense pain suddenly eased, only to return as a burning sensation that immediately began to subside as her pussy gave up its last shred of resistance. She opened her eyes and looked down her body to where it was joined to Tyrell's. She watched him pull back and felt his cock tug on her. He pushed forward and his cock slid deeper inside. "No! Please stop!" she cried. "Please take it out!"
"Ummmmm!" Melody moaned through clenched teeth that had trapped her screams in her throat but couldn't stop the low expression of arousal. Her eyelids fluttered and in a brief moment if clarity, she thought, "It's too late. I'm ruined. He's wrecked my pussy. I'll never be tight again."
"That's right baby," Tyrell said, making Melody think that he had read her mind. "This pussy is mine. You're my bitch now." He pushed deeper into her and Melody put her hand on her abdomen. When she pressed down she could feel his cock moving inside her belly, as though something had crawled up inside her and was making a nest for itself. This was an entirely new experience for her. On one hand she felt positively invaded; but on the other the pain was giving way to a powerfully erotic sense of her body being dominated from the inside out.
Tyrell pushed his cock deeper and deeper. Melody felt her insides being rearranged as her pussy expanded to accommodate the huge organ that was being forced into her.
"This can't be happening. It's too big," Melody thought, even as Tyrell crammed more of himself inside her pussy, giving lie to her assumption that she couldn't possible handle such a big cock. She felt pressure below her lungs and started panting like a woman in labor. When Tyrell's cock bumped into her cervix, forcing it up and out of the way, the strange sensation made her eyes roll. When he finally bottomed-out in her, there was a new feeling of being stretched in a whole new direction and this, on top of all the other new sensations, overwhelmed her. She climaxed, first by flinching all over as though she'd been shocked by a jolt of electricity, then the rapidly-rising orgasm seized her, shaking her from head to toe. Her spine snapped her head like a whip as her body convulsed, nearly pulling free of the hands holding her arms and legs.
Tyrell waited patiently while Melody writhed and bucked under him. This was his favorite part. He liked watching White girls cumming uncontrollably on his cock almost as much as he liked cumming himself. When he judged that she was past the peak, he started a slow fucking rhythm, fanning the embers of Melody's orgasm back into a consuming flame. He did this again and again, taking her from peak to peak without giving her any chance to rest. He kept this up until Melody was so saturated with climaxes that she couldn't tell when one ended and another began. At that point, he leaned over her, putting his face close to hers. He gave her a sharp jab with his cock to make sure she could still feel it buried nearly to the hilt inside her and when her eyelids stopped fluttering and her eyes focused on him, he smiled broadly and growled through clenched teeth, "Get ready, bitch! Here it comes! Gonna fill your pussy with jizz." Then Tyrell let himself go, giving way to pressure that had built to a painful level and now demanded release.
Melody felt the surge of heat in the deepest part of her pussy. She could even feel his cock jerk and pulse as he flooded her with his hot cum. The heat spread as Tyrell's cock spewed into her again and again until Melody had to wonder if Tyrell would ever stop cumming.
"Nooooooo," Melody thought weakly as reality began to dawn, bringing with it the terrible consequence of having her pussy filled with cum. She and Scott had always been careful. The only time she hadn't made him wear a condom was on his birthday. It had been right after her period and she felt she was safe at the time, but she had worried all that month that her period wouldn't come. Now she had been thoroughly seeded in the middle of her cycle and the odds were all the other way that she'd catch pregnant. From the feeling in her belly, Tyrell had pumped enough cum into her to knock up every female in town. Melody imagined millions of sperm converging inside her womb, preparing to attack one defenseless egg. It was hopeless. She looked numbly up at the dark face above her and understanding dawned that no child of his would ever be able to pass for White. Melody realized that it was very likely that she had just been bred Black.
She knew she'd be lucky if her father just threw her out of the house just for getting pregnant, before learning who the father was. If he found out that she was giving birth to his Black grandchild, he'd go ballistic. She would be lucky if he whipped her to an inch of her life before disowning her. Her mother would be so mad at her that she'd probably never speak to her again. She had no clue what her younger brother Kevin would say, but it either be something sarcastic and cutting, or he'd demand a detailed description of exactly how it happened — complete with obscene re-enactment — or else he'd make up something worse and spread that as gossip. Any way she looked at it, her life was over.
Tyrell smiled and began to ease his cock out of Melody. That defeated and lost look in her eyes told him all he wanted to know. He'd beat the cracker in the Porsche and humiliated him by showing all his friends that he was queer for Black dick. He'd wrecked his sexy girlfriend's cunt, and he had very likely knocked the bitch up. Life was good.
When Melody felt Tyrell's cock slide out of her well-fucked and badly-stretched pussy, she put her hand between her legs, pushed her labia together to close the gaping hole, and cupped her fingers over herself. She hadn't noticed when the hands holding her down had let go and the only explanation she had for why she was holding her pussy closed, trapping all of Tyrell's spend inside her, was that she felt it would be rude to let all that cum run out onto the hood of his expensive car. Melody appreciated nice cars. It was why she had hooked-up with Scott, after all.
Tyrell stepped back and stuffed his cock back into his shorts. He hitched them up and put his hands on his hips, savoring his victory.
Melody looked around. Scott was nowhere to be seen, which she thought was just as well, since she didn't want to see his faggy ass ever again. But his car was gone too and with it the tennis outfit she'd worn out of the house and shucked out of only after she and Scott were safely out of town. All she had now was the pair of strappy five-inch heels she'd smuggled out in her tennis bag. She always wore those at the races because they showed off her muscular legs so well and she thought they made her look positively Amazonian. At the moment she thought they simply made her look overdressed — a neat trick for someone who was otherwise naked. But they were all she had at the moment and she refused to consider taking them off. Her immediate problem now was getting back home and getting into the house without being seen. She decided to worry about that last part later. It wasn't a long way back — unless you were walking, naked, and wearing heels. Someone had to give her a ride. With the race finished, the bets paid, and the show over, the gawking crowd had dispersed and everyone seemed in a hurry to clear the area. With no one else to turn to, Melody looked up at Tyrell and tried to look pitiful. It didn't require much acting at all.
"Need a ride?" Tyrell asked. Melody nodded gratefully and struggled off the car. She had a hard time getting her legs to work properly. Either her ligaments had been over-stressed or all the cumming she'd done had left her almost unable to stand. Finally she managed to get up on her shaky legs with her hand still clamped protectively over her pussy. She decided she could put off hating Tyrell until after he got her home.
"OK," Tyrell said, "But if you leak on my seat - you walk home."
"Deal," Melody said. She put both hands between her legs to insure that there would be no accidents. In that position, her arms pushed her breasts together; deepening her cleavage and making her rosy and engorged nipples bulge even further. She saw Tyrell glance down at the display and said, "I'm sure I can hold it until we get back to town." She added to herself, "And then I can spend the rest of the day in my bathroom, cleaning this nasty Black spunk out of me! Maybe if I get it out quick enough, there is still a chance I won't get pregnant."
Of course, Tyrell took the long way back. Infuriatingly, he carefully obeyed all the speed limit signs and generally showed such caution in his driving that Melody began to wonder how it was possible that he had beaten Scott in the race. As the unnecessarily-long trip wore on, Melody's hands began to cramp and her abdominal muscles began to twitch from the effort required to contain the volume of fluid inside her. Melody gave up her fantasy of saving herself from pregnancy by lying in the bathtub with her legs up the tile wall and the spigot running all the hot water in the tank into her poor pussy. She even started to have serious doubts that she would make it back to town without staining Tyrell's upholstery. And Tyrell was no help at all. At every stop-light and sign, he would reach over and stroke her, pet her, and tweak her nipples, keeping them painfully and annoyingly stiff and also causing her to add to the volume of liquid that she was busy holding in check with both hands. She was positive the latter was an intentional, deliberate attempt to make her lose it so he could follow through on his threat to put her out of the car if she let so much as a drop leak onto his leather seat-covers. She wanted to be mad at him for doing this to her, but according to her experiences with the male of the species, any guy given the chance would have done exactly the same thing.
When they at last drove into town, Melody was desperate. Her over-stretched vaginal muscles were failing, leaving only the grip she kept on her sore labia preventing her from gushing all over the Bugatti's interior. Making matters worse, Tyrell's constant fondling had reawakened her lust. He had brought her to a maddening peak of arousal that, if pushed only slightly further, would result in her losing control and making a catastrophic mess that would get her booted out onto the street in mid-climax. Melody had talked her way out of a lot, but she couldn't imagine explaining to Daddy how she came to be naked and orgasmic in public with a flood of cum streaming down her legs.
As Tyrell drove through downtown at a sedate 20 mph, Melody tried to slump down to avoid being seen. She had no problem being naked in the woods at the races where it was only the other drivers and their friends, but while riding naked down Main Street there was a far greater risk of being seen by someone who knew her. Being in a strange car would be bad enough. Being seen in the car with a Black man would create a storm of gossip that she could never live down. Tyrell reached for a control on the console and Melody found her seat moving forward and up, forcing her out of her slump and raising her up high enough for her prominent breasts to be seen through the window. Melody squirmed, but there was nothing she could do without taking a hand out from between her legs, and that was something she was not willing to chance. "At least this isn't a convertible," she thought, desperate for a scrap of solace.
When Tyrell turned down a side-street and then down an alley and pulled over next to three Black men, Melody came within an inch of losing it. When the strangers approached the car she stiffened. When Tyrell pushed the button to lower her window, she was nearly apoplectic, but somehow she found enough willpower to hang on.
"Tyrell! My man!" one of the men said, bent low so he could look into the low-slung car. "Damn! What you doing with a naked White girl in here?"
"I won her in a race, Marcus" Tyrell said, proudly, "She was First Prize."
Melody suddenly understood what was going on. Tyrell was showing her off to his friends. He was proud of his victory and she was the embodiment of it. Which, in a very back-handed way, meant he was proud of her. Scott had often treated her the same way, so this was something familiar. This was Feeding the Male Ego, something she thought she understood quite well. She swallowed her embarrassment and put a smile on her face. She forced her shoulders back as much as possible given her position and she tried to look sexy and poised, as she thought a trophy should.
"Shit, dawg! I didn't know you could score White pussy like that. And this one sure looks fine from what I can see."
Tryell reached across and unlatched Melody's door. "Get out and let the brothers get a good look at you, baby."
Fueled by the flattery of being called 'fine', Melody swung her legs out of the car and struggled to her feet, a task made doubly-difficult by the need to keep both hands clamped over her pussy and the high heels she was wearing. Standing unsteadily on the cracked and uneven asphalt, she posed as well as she could, grateful that the alley was otherwise empty at the moment and the only people who would see her were Tyrell and his friends. It was highly unlikely that anyone she knew would be in this part of town, but she still glanced around warily.
"Nice! She looks hotter than asphalt in August. But what's with the hands? She shy?" Marcus laughed.
The other two Blacks remained silent, seeming content just to ogle her. Melody wondered if it was because of her looks or if any naked White girl in the same situation would get such appreciative stares.
"They're almost drooling over me," Melody mused, as each member of her audience reached down to make a suddenly-necessary adjustment to the position of his genitals. Melody recognized that action as the sincerest indication of appreciation; although it was usually performed in a more furtive manner. These men seemed to be completely open and unabashed about doing it. One even allowed his hand to linger, as though it were perfectly natural for him to stand about holding his cock. As her eye was drawn their crotches, she had to wonder if Tyrell's remarkable size was typical of all Blacks. The bulges she saw seemed to support that possibility. Hampered as she was, Melody did her best to look grateful for their reactions, although the only thing she could think to without letting go of her pussy was to squeeze her boobs tighter between her arms and give them a little shake.
Tyrell noticed this and smirked. The girl was certainly adaptable. Either that or she was a complete bubble-head, who didn't have a clue what could happen to her. Of course, from her point of view the worst thing that could happen, already had, so maybe his first assessment was correct. Turning back to Marcus, he grinned and said, "I blew my wad in her and told her she had to hold it or walk home."
"No! Tyrell, you nasty piece of work! You trying to knock the bitch up?"
Tyrell watched Melody showing off for his friends and thought it over. "She's my bitch now," he said, "If she's not knocked up already, I'm seriously thinking of breeding her anyway."
A strange feeling came over Melody. The news that Tyrell wanted to get her pregnant should have terrified her, but instead it gave her a tingly feeling in a few sensitive places. She didn't know if this reaction was from her maternal side or her kinky side, and the possibility of being knocked-up still terrified her, but her body seemed quite intrigued with the idea. That is, if the fact that her clit was swelling and pressing against her palm was a good indication. She decided that the next time a bare, cum-filled, womb-probing cock came calling at her pussy she might be a bit more hospitable. After all, the accommodations had already been expanded, so why not make use of the extra room?
Marcus eyed Melody closely. He'd seen this little dance before when girls who had just had their first Black cock began to realize that it wasn't the fate worse than death that their families had always told them. This was the phase when their mouths still said 'no', but were contradicted by their pussies saying, 'fuck me'. He could hear this pussy talking even though the bitch was trying to muffle it. "Yeah, bro," he nodded, "She's too hot to let run around on her own. She might just get herself knocked-up by some damn pencil-dick Whiteboy. From the looks of her, I'd say her family tree really needs a shot of color, just to tone down the brightness a bit, you know? Say man, is she private property or are you gonna share her with the brothers?"
Melody was jolted out of her reverie by the question. Her eyes widened. She was just getting used to being referred to as Tyrell's bitch and the suggestion that she become some kind of public property brought back the fear she had mostly lost while riding around with Tyrell.
Tyrell looked thoughtful, as though seriously considering the question. "I dunno," he said, "She's almost cherry right now. As much as she needs a regular dose of Black dick to remind her just what that body is for, I'd hate to see her get used up too quick."
"I heard that," Marcus said. "I guess you're not planning to turn her out?"
That was another shocker for Melody, who wasn't feeling terribly reassured by Tyrell's answer to the first question. As painful as it had been at first, Tyrell's cock had taken her to heights of pleasure she hadn't known existed. She suspected that it would be very easy to become addicted to that kind of sex. A 'regular dose' of it sounded wonderful at the moment, but that could just be her clit talking. Having her body rented-out by the hour had never made her list of potential careers. The idea of being used as a sex-toy by an endless series of strange men held very little appeal for her. The truly shocking part was that the level of interest it had for her wasn't exactly zero. Tyrell obviously had money. She doubted that he would make her stand on streetcorners and solicit business from passing cars. Maybe life as a high-class call-girl wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.
Tyrell was very good at reading people. He could see that Melody was picturing herself in some posh penthouse and entertaining select clients like some modern-day geisha. He decided to yank her chain a bit so she wouldn't start to get ideas.
"I dunno Marcus," Tyrell said. "Maybe. She's in good trim. She might be able to stand the wear and tear. What do you think? Would she make a good whore?"
Melody snapped back to the present. She stared at Tyrell like she'd never seen him before.
"Hard to tell, man," Marcus said. "I'd want to, you know, check the merchandise over before saying."
Tyrell nodded. Melody's eyes had narrowed. She was about to become angry at him. She had obviously gotten too comfortable with things and it was time to get her head straight again. He said to her, "OK, baby. By now you've either caught or you're not gonna. Get over there and let it out." He pointed at a storm drain close by.
The effect on Melody was just what he intended. Being told to void her pussy in the gutter meant she was no better than the lowest kind of whore. Her instant reaction was to refuse; to hold out for a bathroom somewhere. Still, the order was a chance to unburden herself, and she was well past desperate in that regard. Reluctantly, she did as she was told and straddled the metal grate with her feet as far apart as possible so the mess wouldn't splash on her nice shoes. She was sure that Tyrell intended for her to squat, so she stood ramrod straight and held her chin high as she took her hands away from her pussy and put them defiantly on her hips.
The torrent began immediately. Clear liquid mixed with strands and gobs of white cum gushed out of Melody and splashed down through the grate. Melody refused to look down, but she could tell that it was an impressive amount by the looks on their faces. She sucked in her abdomen tightly and squeezed as hard as she could to push all the mess out of her. Her efforts were rewarded. Not a single drop splashed on her. She stood still and waited patiently until all that was left of it was what clung stubbornly to her labia.
A brief gust of air blew between her legs, cooling parts of her she couldn't recall dangling in the breeze before. She suddenly wanted some privacy and a mirror so she could make a thorough examination of the damage Tyrell had caused. Standing with her feet so far apart made her conscious of how empty she felt down there now. Unfamiliar hands on her breasts refocused her attention higher up on her body.
Marcus was holding a tit in each hand. Before Melody could do more than be shocked at this, he squeezed, making the ends of her boobs bulge and her nipples pop up. He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples and she shuddered at the feeling of his rough hands on her tender flesh, but she refused to complain. She knew that if you showed that it bothered you, then guys would keep doing it until they drove you to into a screaming fit. If you took it stoically, they would usually get bored and quit.
"Nice rack," he said, giving her boobs a final squeeze before moving one hand down to cup a butt-cheek. His fingers casually pulled her crack open and let the air blow up on her asshole. Melody shivered like a filly at the sensation. "She's a hot bitch all right. I bet she really moves her tail with a dick in her. What do you say, girl? Do you go crazy with a Black cock in your puss?"
Melody had become comfortable with being discussed in the third person. It was almost as if she wasn't really there as long as she didn't have to speak. She looked from one man to the other before deciding that she really was expected to answer.
"Yes," she said as evenly as she could manage. It didn't sound as confident as she intended. She felt the need to elaborate, but she couldn't think what to say.
"Yes what, bitch?"
"Yes, I go crazy with a Black cock in my pussy. Tyrell made me cum harder than I've ever cum before. It was incredible!" Melody knew she was over-sharing, but he'd asked, and she did feel better for having confessed that wicked little secret. She had managed to stop short of declaring that she wanted to do it again as soon as it could be arranged. She wasn't ready yet to admit that out loud. She was trying hard not to admit it to herself, but that wasn't working out too well. The hands on her body felt good. She'd never been ... manhandled ... like this before and it was exciting on several levels to be treated this way. The contact itself was nice. Marcus' touch was firm, but surprisingly gentle. Melody loved being naked in front of people. Here, she was naked in a place much riskier than the isolated spot in the country where they raced and that added a lot. Then there was the way they were treating her like a valuable piece of personal property. She'd always assumed that being treated like an object was demeaning and insulting. Now, she was finding that it could also be intensely erotic to be treated like a sex toy.
"Yeah, my man Tyrell has that effect on White pussy. You ever have a Black cock in you before today?"
"No. Never," Melody answered much more easily than before. "He was my first," she added. Put that way, she thought it even sounded romantic. It also implied that he wouldn't be her last, a fact that was starting to become very clear to her. It wasn't a question of 'if', but of 'when', and she hoped the 'when' would be sometime fairly soon.
"Ah," Marcus said, as if that explained everything. The hand that had been resting on her ass slid through her crack and between her legs, his fingers probing. When he reached her vaginal opening, he slid one inside.
Melody saw, or rather felt, it coming. Still, she couldn't help but flinch at the invasion of her private place. The first finger was joined by a second and both slid deeper into her, making her try to rise up on her toes — a futile effort since her shoes had her perched there already... "Oh!" she said with a gasp.
"Good girl," the man said as though praising a dog he was petting. At the moment, Melody was too distracted to note the implied insult. "Now try to squeeze my fingers."
Melody tried. She reached out to muscles she hadn't been aware were there the day before and tried to clamp down on the fingers inside her pussy.
"Hunh!" the man said. "Tyrell, you must be slipping. This pussy still has some snap in it."
"I went easy on her," Tyrell admitted. Melody felt relieved that she hadn't been completely ruined by Tyrell's big dick. But those big fingers had gone in very easily, even considering how slick she was at the moment. If her pussy hadn't been wrecked, it had certainly been resized. Melody wasn't sure how she felt about that. Big cocks obviously made for big orgasms, but there was a price you paid for letting one inside you. Since she had already paid the price, she figured she may as well reap the reward.
Melody felt the pair of fingers withdraw from her pussy and slide back between her cheeks, rubbing over her asshole as they went. She thought the examination was over until they reversed direction and dove back into her pussy. Only this time, there was a thumb resting on her asshole. The thumb rolled around, working deeper into the wrinkled depression until the tip of it was pressing into the very center of her dark hole.
"Steady there," Marcus said. "Gonna check the back door now."
The thumb rolled and pressed and then popped through her anal sphincter into her rectum. With fingers in both holes, Melody thought she knew how a bowling ball would feel, if bowling balls could feel. The thumb forced deeper, forcing a quick yelp from Melody when it stretched her too far. Then it pulled back, tugging to check the tension at the exit before sliding back inside.
"You like that, girl?"
Melody wasn't sure how to answer that. She'd never been into anal, and Scott considered it queer, so she had nothing to go by. Still, it wasn't totally unpleasant having something up her butt.
"Uh, yeah," she managed to say. It was almost a squeak. She was imagining Tyrell trying to stick his cock in that narrow hole and it made her hot and terrified at the same time.
"Well," Marcus said, "she's definitely cherry in the back door." He rubbed his thumb and fingers together inside Melody, with only some thin membranes between them.
Melody shuddered at the intense sensation. Suddenly lost in the pleasure of the moment, she leaned back against Marcus. Her hands went to her breasts and she began squeezing them and pulling on her nipples. A low, throaty moan came up her throat.
"Yeah baby," Marcus whispered to her, "You're one hot bitch, aren't you? Let's see how hot you get before you catch fire."
His fingers pushed deeper. It felt to Melody like he was about to pick her up off the ground with one hand. She pushed back, letting him support more of her weight and forcing his hand deeper into both holes. She rocked her hips back and forth, fucking herself on his hand front and rear. Her nipples were almost raw from all the handling they'd received, but she was still reluctant to let go of them, doing so only when they became too sore to touch. Instead, she ran her hands down her undulating belly to touch her stiff clit, and then back up again to cup her heaving breasts.
Melody was too involved to be aware of the effect her aroused state was having on the other men. She didn't notice when the two members of Marcus' posse pulled out their cocks and began stroking. She was also oblivious to the car that turned into the alley and stopped a few yards away.
"That's right, baby," Marcus said in a low voice," Fuck my hand, bitch. Go on, get yourself off. All you White girls are sluts on the inside. Come on, show us what a slut you really are."
Melody needed no encouragement. Now that she wasn't distracted by having to hold onto that big mess, she could feel the sexual tension that had built up inside her. It felt like a form of demonic possession when she gave in to it and let it take control. All the muscles in her body tightened. A flash of heat swept over her. Her breathing quickened until she had to open her mouth to suck in enough air. She rocked her hips back and forth and around and around, fucking herself in both holes as she roughly squeezed her breasts. She tossed her head, whipping her long hair violently from side to side. Her jaw hung slack and her eyes were focused on something only she could see.
Marcus picked her up and swung her around and set her down again and she never missed a beat, humping wildly on his hand as she drove herself toward a much-needed climax.
"Open your eyes, bitch!" Marcus ordered. Melody complied, but it took her a few seconds to focus on the black Porsche that had pulled up across the narrow alley. She knew right away it was Scott. Nobody else had a car like that.
"That your boyfriend, girl?" Marcus asked. Melody's head nodded her answer, but the rest of her body didn't miss a beat as she continued to gyrate vigorously on Marcus' hand. Her breasts were bouncing higher and higher the more energetic she became. Through the Porsche's window, she could see Scott watching his girl getting seriously nasty on a Black man's hand, like a maniacally pornographic finger puppet.
"He probably thinks he's come to rescue me," she thought. "Poor Scott. His ego was always bigger than his dick."
"Show your cracker boyfriend that his girl has gone Black," Marcus told her. In response, Melody rolled her shoulders back and twisted her torso violently to make her boobs slide around and slap against each other. Then she spread her legs wide and shoved her hips forward so he could clearly see the Black hand that she was riding so passionately.
"That's the way, girl!" Marcus said. "Show that wimp how bad you need Black dick. Show him what he's lost."
Inspired her boldness so far and consumed by lust, Melody wrenched herself free of Marcus' grip and ran toward the Porsche. She stopped and spun around in the middle of the alley; bending over at the waist to put her ass in the air and spreading her legs show Scott her pussy. She reached back and pulled her butt-cheeks apart to give him a good look at both holes — one he wouldn't be fucking anymore and one he'd let go to waste.
"I need a cock!" she shouted so he could hear through the closed windows. "I need a Big Black Cock in me! Who's got a Big Black Cock for me?"
Melody was quickly surrounded. The members of Marcus' posse had a head start since their cocks were already out and ready, but Tyrell shouldered them aside and took the spot right behind Melody. He shoved his shorts down rather than take the time to open his fly, then raised his hard cock and slapped it into the wet mess between Melody's legs. When he sank it into her pussy, she moaned loudly and her eyes rolled briefly back into her head. She recovered, panting deeply, then looked back at Scott, who just seemed to be sitting there with his hands in his lap.
"More cock!" Melody bawled, and Marcus's cock suddenly appeared under her nose. She opened her mouth as far as she could and dove onto it, licking and sucking like it was her favorite candy and she was starving. Try as she might, she only managed to get the head and a couple of inches of it into her mouth, but she figured it was the principle of the thing more than the execution that was important at the moment. When she felt her arms being raised, she knew what to expect and she eagerly grabbed the posse's cocks and started jerking.
With one in her pussy, one in her mouth and one in each hand, Melody was in cock-heaven. She was so busy fucking, sucking, and jerking that she missed the sound of the cardoor opening and closing. It was only the motion she saw out of the corner of her eye that made her look. When she did, she saw her ex-lover kneeling beside her, his pale pink dick in his hand, stroking away like a teenager with a dirty magazine. His expression was one of lust and need.
Marcus pulled his cock out of her mouth with a loud, slurping pop. Melody instantly felt deprived, until she saw Marcus point it at Scott, who lunged at it like a fish after a worm and latched on tight, sucking away frantically. Her disgust for Scott instantly evaporated. After all, she couldn't very well be mad at him for liking Black cock as much as she did. And he looked so happy with Marcus' cock bulging his cheeks out.
Melody let go of the cock in her right hand and put it on Scott's shoulder so she could pull herself closer. After all, Scott was clearly not going to be able to swallow all of Marcus, so there was plenty left for her. She started licking the shaft, all the way from his balls to where his cock disappeared between Scott's lips. She forgot to worry about where the other posse member's cock had gone, but she found out soon enough.
First, Melody saw Scott's eyes bulge. He screamed, but Marcus' cock very effectively muted the sound. Then his eyes took on a dreamy look and Melody felt a stream of his cum splash onto her breasts. Melody figured that seeing Scott cum with a Black cock inside him sort of made them even. She reached down between his legs, wrapped her hand around his dick and started stroking. She had the idea that Scott was going to get one last chance to fuck her in the ass — if he hadn't turned too queer to be able to get it up for her.
As it turned out, Melody got her wish. With Scott's narrow dick pumping her ass, rubbing against Tyrell's thick cock shoved deep in her pussy, Marcus' halfway down her throat, and a spare in each hand, Melody felt totally fulfilled. She could hardly wait to get home and tell Daddy and Mummy what bad girl they'd raised. She wanted to show Kevin the cum dripping from her stretched pussy, her gaping ass, and running down her chin and tell him how many cocks she'd fucked and sucked to get that way. She especially looked forward to marching out of the house wearing nothing but her high-heels and waving cheerfully to the neighbors as she went out to get her regular dose of Black cock.

The End