Chapter 12

Following the return of his wives back to their South African homeland Oskar had accepted the invitation from Simone that he should come and lodge in with them. It made perfect sense for Oskar, despite all his many skills, was not the domesticated kind, indeed, he came from a culture where women provided every need and he would have struggled if he had to live on his own. As Simone had pointed out, the Whites had plenty of room in their two storey house and they would be honoured if he would bless them with his presence.

Simone was delighted when he had accepted the proposal as she had many reasons of her own that having him close by would satisfy. What she didn’t realise was that idea wasn’t her’s; the suggestion had been planted in her mind by her Rhino mobile some days before she asked him.

He settled in to his new residence without drama and it took but a few days for a new routine to be established within the household. It was agreed – albeit there had been no discussion – that he would occupy the master bedroom and share the marital bed with Simone. There had been no need to consult Ian as the arrangement had been similarly planted in his brain by his phone and therefore he made no comment when he was told by Simone of the new understanding, that in future he would be sleeping in the adjacent guest room; nor did he complain that he would only be invited back to his old bedroom whenever Oskar was travelling away from Hawksville on his frequent business trips. Indeed, that invite was a hollow one for recently Simone had been accompanying Oskar on some trips as his ‘admin support’ and that seemed to be working very well and setting the trend for the future

Ian’s acceptance of these new rules was just another example of how conditioned and compliant he had become over the past year or so since Rhino had cemented its presence in Hawksville and, at a personal level, into every aspect of their lives. No facet seemed to have been left untouched and in his conditioned frame of mind he was quite happy to go along with anything and everything he was told. He loved it.

It was the end of Oskar’s first week under this new regime and he was very content how things were working out. The ‘grand plan’ was coming together very well and he reflected that Hawksville had now reached the point of being a perfect model for the society that was envisaged for the future. Blacks were very much accepted as being superior in every way; the white population unquestionably regarded them as being their betters; women of all colors craved Black cock and dismissed any other sort as being inferior; Employment and prosperity was on the rise; crime was down to unknown levels; everyone who lived in the area was happy and content and it was all due to Rhino. “What’s not to like?” he thought.

Simone had long reached the point of being totally under the ‘Rhino Influence’ and it was no surprise when after they had eaten their evening meal that she invited Oskar to join her in bed. If Ian had heard her make the suggestion he made no reaction for he was totally focused on his own plans for the evening. He had already served them the dinner he had spent some time preparing and satisfied that he had served them well he told them that he would deal with the dirty dishes later when he returned from his night out. Making sure that their drinks were topped up he made his apologies but he said that he really did need to get away to visit his friend Herb and he didn’t want to miss the start of the College Basketball game that was being televised.

Simone smiled to herself as she watched him scuttling around knowing full well why he was so keen to get away. “Friday Night, also known as the night you and Herb get to play your little games and jerk each other off,” she thought. Still, she didn’t begrudge him his fun for he had earned a little time off what with the all running around after her she made him do. Anyway, she certainly didn’t need the distraction of him being around when she had ideas of fun of her own and so she was glad to see him go.

The front door clicked shut and she took Oskar’s hand and led him up the stairs.

Chloe had never felt such excitement. After years of training, patience and practice she had finally achieved her goal of becoming a properly accredited Cheerleader with a prestigious troupe and here she was going on her first event to the quarter-finals of the State College Basketball Cup to ‘strut her stuff’. The game was between Hawksville High and another school from upstate (she couldn’t remember their name) and ‘The Rhinos’. The team was sponsored by Hawksville’s major employer and with their support had made it through to this stage without too much trouble having brushed aside lesser opposition on the way.

Their previous games had been well attended with a significant proportion of the spectators being women and girls who just could not get enough of seeing these muscular, tall black boys who seemed to glide effortlessly through any white opposition to dunk basket after basket. (Many of the female audience would later confess to their TVs that they became so wet just thinking about what was hidden beneath those silky shorts; the confession came as they blatantly masturbated in front of the unblinking eye of the TV’s camera while they were lost in the fantasy of being fucked by these young men.)

A privilege that was granted to a few of the girls was to travel with the team on the bus to the game. This time they were playing in the state capitol and Chloe was one of those who had been selected and given the honour to ride along with three other new recruits to the troupe. The remainder of the Cheerleader troupe had to make their own arrangements and it was usually parents who provided. The selection of both the team and the girls riding the bus had been made by the team coach, Coach Spenser, a large black man with whom nobody messed around and whose word was law. What he said goes, and heaven help anyone who questioned his judgment and decisions. In the matter of choosing girls it was to him a simple equation; they had to be white, pretty and compliant. Nobody queried his choice.

The stadium was packed and the yells and cheers of the spectators was deafening both during the plays (mainly women shouting) and during the time-outs when the Cheerleaders came out on to the court to go through their intricate routines. It was mainly men doing the yelling during these times (and why wouldn’t they when presented with such a delightful display.) The Cheerleaders uniform was a short skirt and a halter top both black with golden trim. Under the skirt was worn a pair of golden tight, figure hugging panties and to finish off the ensemble a pair of golden knee-high boots. They held and waved the obligatory Pom Poms in their hands and the spectacle as they cavorted, kicked, jumped and tumbled was mesmerizing. The skirt hid nothing; the panties were tight enough to create a camel toe as the gusset pressed against the young pussy beneath; the halter top had a deep cleavage that nicely exposed the bouncing breasts and the boots emphasized the long legs to best advantage. The TV cameras just didn’t know on what feature to focus!

Back in Herb’s basement Ian was in his own kind of heaven. He and Herb had done the weekly ritual of shower and shave. Herb had paid particular attention to Ian’s cock and balls as he was concerned that any stray hairs that might have been missed would be seized upon by Simone as evidence that they were just wasting time and not doing as they had been told. Ian really appreciated his friend’s concern and was quite content to allow him to take as long as he needed for the feeling of Herb’s soapy hands caressing, squeezing and smoothing as he carefully applied the razor was bliss indeed. His cock had remained in a high state of erection throughout and there had been a couple of occasions when he had to bat Herb’s hands away as he felt the rising of a premature ejaculation. He apologized to his dutiful friend that he really needed to keep himself close to the edge for when they sat down in front of the TV. Herb understood and would back off.

It was at a time-out just before the second quarter that Ian realized that one of the girls he had been lusting after was his own daughter. Either he hadn’t been paying too much attention to faces or perhaps the cameras hadn’t closed in on her previously but, Yep, there was no doubt, it was Chloe. He didn’t falter in stroking his stiff cock and when she gave a high kick to the camera the sight of her golden pussy was enough for him to spurt and shoot his spunk over his naked belly and hand. Herb hadn’t made the connection for, as always, he had little attention for the TV, his focus was on Ian and he chuckled as once again he witnessed his friend enjoying the climax of a satisfying wank. He leaned back against the sofa in anticipation of Ian doing the same to him for they had their own set of rules and conventions to follow and, thankfully Janice, his wife, had kindly unlocked his cock cage earlier when Ian had arrived.

Their next couple of hours passed in a haze of orgasmic bliss as they sat alongside each other; Ian wanking his fantasies as he watched the TV; Herb attending to his friend’s needs in between stroking his own little stubby cock. How they both loved their Friday evenings together. They were sports fans for all the wrong reasons.

Meantime Simone and Oskar were settling down to playing a few games of their own having had both slipped off their clothes en route to the bedroom. She had straightaway taken up position on the bed while he in his fastidious fashion was folding his trousers and hanging them over the back of a chair. He turned and gave a mock growl when he looked upon her naked form lying on the bed; she, in turn, licked her lips when she saw his cock beginning to stiffen as he moved towards her. He wasted no time on preliminaries such as gentle foreplay and she did not expect him to for he had been away for more than his customary few days and it was clear that he was in desperate need for relief. He knelt between her legs and she obligingly spread her legs and taking hold of his stiff fat cock guided it toward her wet warm cavern. The puffy lips parted as the purple knob of his now fully erect penis slipped inside her. She gave an involuntary gasp of delight as the familiar invasion began; she was as horny as he was and she was grateful that he understood she had needs too. It took but a few pushes of his hips before his cock was nicely coated with a mixture of her juices and his pre-cum and soon they were into a well-lubricated fuck. There was no ceremony and they were soon moaning and squealing as they met each other thrust for thrust. Simone had no difficulty accommodating his 10 inch cock and she delighted in feeling his balls slapping against her butt as he bottomed out on each stroke.

She had one, then two climaxes before she felt the familiar signs that he was also approaching his first climax. His cock began to feel even harder and somehow to her fatter as he began to fuck her even faster. The giveaway was when he grunted, “I’m cumming,” and with a final shove into her he let go with a torrent of spunk that must have filled her womb. She grabbed his cheeks and wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him to her as tightly as she was able, “Oh thank you, thank you. I really needed that. Welcome home.”

He rolled off her and gasping for breath he lay alongside her as she dipped her fingers into her cunt. She slid her hand up and down her sopping slit and delighted in the feel of his hot slimy cum that had coated and filled her so completely. She touched her erect clit and almost bought herself to yet another orgasm as she rubbed the nectar around the shiny button.

She looked across to him laying there and saw that his cock was just as saturated with their combined juices as it lay obscenely on his thigh. She never tired of looking at that powerful tool that even as it began to soften after having been used so effectively gave her shivers when she thought of the countless times she had been ravaged by him. He gave her the look she knew so well and without being asked she leaned across and began to lick and clean him all the while keeping her hand between her thighs caressing her pussy. No surprises that the softening cock had a change of mind and began to stiffen once more.

Oskar despite the agreeable circumstances that he now found himself was beginning to have doubts as to whether he was doing the right thing by embedding himself in more ways than one into the White’s household. As he lay there with Simone’s mouth and tongue giving him the most delightful attention his thoughts were firmly on ‘the grand plan’ and he was unsure that committing himself so to the present situation was sensible. He had so many other options to explore that he didn’t want to be backing himself into a corner from which might prove difficult to escape.

He pondered on that point and reached for the TV remote. With his now rampant cock filling Simone’s mouth he switched on the wall mounted flat-screen.

The glow of the screen and the trademark low frequency hum caused Simone to pause and lift her head. She focused on the display and saw the familiar channel that was exclusive to Rhino subscribers fill the screen. It was their ‘adult’ channel and Oskar made no apologies to her for the disturbance. Had she queried the reason he would have told her he was ‘working’ and checking what new content had been added over the past week by the technicians in the service centre when he had been out of town.

The stream of short videos began to run and Simone felt excitement grow as she witnessed a procession of Black men; white women; threesomes; gangbangs; masturbating Lesbians; Cumshots and every other combination of sexual activities that she come to enjoy viewing. To the background of the quiet hum of the TV and the frequent soundtrack of orgasming couples she resumed giving Oskar oral attention as she gently masturbated herself. Once again she had entered that trance-like state and she had no recognition that many of the white women who featured in the videos were her friends, neighbours and their daughters.

It would have been pointless to ask how long she lay there sucking and stroking Oskar’s magnificent black penis for she was in a place where time had no meaning. However, all good things must come to an end and her reverie was disturbed when Chloe popped her head around the door and said, “Hi Mum, I’m home ... oh, hi Oskar.”

Chloe was completely non-plussed to find her mother and Oskar together in such a compromising situation for the conditioning that she had received over the past few months told her this was entirely normal behavior. Indeed, she was so pleased to find them so for it gave her the encouragement she needed to tell them about her wonderful and exciting evening.

She went and sat on the edge of the bed hoping that her damp Cheerleaders uniform wasn’t going to make a mark on the bed covers. If her mother had asked why it was damp she was ready to tell her to wait, that she would explain.

Usually Chloe was not the most articulate of girls (she suffered from the teenager affliction of a limited vocabulary coupled to a butterfly mind) consequently her account of the evening could have been open to misinterpretation. Not so in this instance for the events were so firmly fixed in her mind from start to finish that she had no trouble recalling every detail. She related the following (in so many words) to her interested audience:

Earlier in the evening the Basketball game had come to an end with the Rhino team inflicting a crushing victory over their white opponents. The stadium had been in a frenzied uproar having witnessed the show of superiority of Black over White. They had seen a display of muscular black young men in silken shorts who did little to hide their large cocks outlined beneath the shiny material and had captivated the minds of the women (and some of the men). They had thrilled to the overt sexually charged performances by the Cheerleaders. It was a triumph of a night’s entertainment that left the female half of the audience lusting after some of the action that had been planted in their minds by the many Rhino phones that were in purses or pockets. The men in the stands were similarly enthused by the visions of the young Cheerleaders and everyone was itching to get home and in one way or another to follow through on those desires.

The game ended and the Rhinos did a circuit of the court waving their appreciation to their adoring fans. The Cheerleaders joined in the merriment and everyone (other than the losing team) reveled in the attention. The Rhinos left the court and went back to the changing rooms. With no attention being paid to segregation of the sexes Chloe tagged along with some of the other girls into the men’s room where some of the players had already stripped off and were heading for the showers. She didn’t hesitate and followed her particular favourite, Joshua, and took up position by the open shower stall.

She had been keeping her eye on him ever since she had joined the team and something inside had told her he was the one to whom she should be especially nice. He smiled at her as he stepped under the steaming spray and with the water streaming down he beckoned her to come closer. She needed no encouragement but in her enthusiasm forgot she was still dressed. She stepped forward and then sprang back as she realized her error. Reluctant to get her uniform any wetter so she quickly pulled off her halter top, boots and skirt before returning to join him in an embrace. She was gratified to feel that he was already hard as his stiff cock pressed against her belly and pantie-covered pussy. He was excited to feel her stiff nipples pressing against his chest and he reached down and slipped a hand between her open thighs, teased her panties aside and was even more excited when his fingers felt inside her hot pussy that she was as wet as the hot water that was splashing over them both.

Chloe melted against his muscular frame and held him tightly to save herself from falling such was the weakness that suddenly affected her legs. She wiggled as his fingers probed inside her most private place and sighed as he began to tenderly finger fuck her. Her sighs turned to moans of passion as she felt the familiar stirrings of an approaching climax that usually resulted from her games using her collection of sex toys but this time the sensations took on a different slant for it was the very first time she had allowed a boy, and a stranger at that, to get inside her panties and it was glorious. She humped against his hand urging him to probe deeper and then she felt his other hand caress and squeeze her bare tit that was enough to tip her over the climatic edge. She came and came hard.

Josh was a little taken aback at how quickly this had happened, this beautiful white girl whom he had never before met following him into the shower and virtually throwing herself at him and letting him have his way and to do what he wished. If this was the result of being a part of a winning team then so be it. He liked being the victor and his rampant cock told him to take this to the next level. He pushed her out of the stall and led her to a nearby bench where she understanding his intentions obediently lay on her back. She slipped off her soaking wet panties and spread her legs. He was so excited as he positioned himself between her thighs for he, like her, had never actually fucked before. He grasped his cock which was already dripping pre-cum and lined it up with the winking cunt that was inviting him in. Just as he was about to slip the purple plum that was his glans into her a rough hand on his shoulder pulled him back, “What the hell are you doing?” It was Coach Spenser.

“I told you guys in training that if we won the game tonight there was to be no fucking and I meant, no fucking. I wasn’t talking about fucking about; I meant no fucking. What part of no fucking did you not get? We’ve got the semis in two days time and I don’t want any fucking excuses. Get it?”

Josh was mortified and felt more than a little foolish kneeling there with his cock shrinking rapidly and a willing but disappointed girl spread beneath him. Chloe didn’t quite know what to do given she was pinned to the bench and unable to move.

“When we’ve won the final you do what you fucking well like,” continued the harangue, “but until that happens you are not to wear yourselves out and lose your focus by using up energy that’s needed to win games. If you must use that dick of yours,” he said gesturing to the now weeping Chloe, “get her to give you a blowjob on the bus going home. Now get dressed the pair of you and let’s get going.”

Josh scampered away with as much dignity as he could muster leaving Chloe under the watchful eye of Coach Spenser to retrieve her discarded and somewhat wet and disheveled uniform from the floor. She pulled up the short skirt, slipped the halter top around her neck and tucked it in to the waistband of the skirt before finally stepping into her boots. Coach Spenser didn’t say a word but he was thinking as he looked at the lithe squirming form of the teenager that he had chosen well, very well.

The bus ride back to Hawksville was only some 40 miles but given the traffic that filled the roads following the exodus from the stadium by the jubilant fans it took over an hour to make the journey. Nobody on the bus was concerned for to the soundtrack of passing cars sounding their horns as they recognized the bus carrying ‘their’ team and also, curiously, the invasive hum emitting from the on-board sound system, the four girls were doing the rounds and giving, as Coach Spenser had advised, congratulatory blow jobs to the boys of the team. They had all willing dropped their pants and the bus driver had the pleasure of seeing in his rear view mirror erect black cocks being attended to by the quartet of Cheerleaders who were, without favouring anyone in particular, going from one to the other and sucking them off until they had generated another fountain of spunk. He drove slower than was really necessary but he didn’t want to miss any of the action as he lusted after the sight of upturned butts, swinging pert tits and, yes, erect cocks.

In the front seat Coach Spenser chuckled to himself as he listened to the sounds of the orgy going on behind him. His boys deserved their pleasure and he congratulated himself that his control over the team and the girls had provided a solution that would satisfy both their animal instincts and at the same time preserve their energies for the next important game. He was also pleased with himself for he had decided that before they reached Hawksville he would get that girl who he had disturbed in the showers to give him a blowjob before he would allow her to get off the bus.

Chloe was quite out of breath by the time she had related all this to her mother and Oskar who had been listening with bemused interest to what sounded like a thoroughly amazing evening. Throughout the account Simone had continued to slowly and softly caress Oskar’s cock as she gazed upon her daughter who was seated on the opposite side of the bed alongside him. “Honey, that sounds as if you’ve had a lovely time. I’m so proud of you.”

She leaned across Oskar’s prone form to give Chloe a loving kiss. Chloe responded to meet her halfway and to stop herself from falling she put her hand to join her mother’s which was holding his magnificent stiff black penis. As they kissed Simone tasted the distinct flavor of cum on her daughter’s tongue and knew there had been no exaggeration in her tale. They parted and as she focused on Chloe’s glowing face she saw the smears and stains of semen coating her cheeks and strings of it drying in her hair. She looked an adorable mess.

Oskar gave a quiet cough to gain their attention. They both looked at him with that trance-like expression on their faces before dipping their heads and simultaneously and instinctively started to lick and kiss the ebony penis that was streaming pre-cum from the piss hole. Chloe felt uncomfortable in this odd position so she moved off the bed and knelt on the floor alongside. She licked her lips and opened her mouth as wide as she could and attempted to engulf the head in her wet warmth repeating what she had so effectively learned to do on the bus. Simone smiled her approval at her daughter’s effort and following her example lowered her head so that she could suck and lick at his balls.

Unknown to the girls (but not to Oskar) there was a witness to their carnal efforts for Ian was standing in the open doorway to the guest room. He had arrived home as the team bus pulled away from their house and he just glimpsed his daughter as she turned the key in the front door to let herself in. He killed the engine and drifted silently to the kerb and crept to the garage to let himself in through the back door. As he slipped into the hallway he heard Chloe going up the stairs. He waited a moment and then confident he hadn’t been noticed he silently climbed the stairs in time to see her disappear into the master bedroom. He tip-toed his way past the door and let himself into the guest room and, as he suspected (hoped!), there was the muted sound of conversation between his wife and his daughter and his lodger. He carefully pushed open the connecting door and as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness the scene before him made his heart almost jump out of his mouth. There on the bed was Oskar naked with his stiff cock pointing at the ceiling; Simone on the far side of him lying alongside and absentmindedly toying with him and there sitting on this side of the bed, his dear little Chloe looking delectable in her disheveled Black and Gold Cheerleaders uniform. He could see that although she was animatedly talking that her total attention was on the fat black penis that her mother was stroking.

He stood in the shadows and strained to hear what was being said and heard a very graphic account of her adventures of the night. He slipped his sweat pants down and they fell to his ankles allowing him to release his stiffening cock. Chloe finished her tale and he saw her lean over Oskar’s prone form and give her mother a passionate kiss. They broke apart and she slipped off the bed to kneel on the floor and he was presented with the mouth-watering sight of her bare butt beneath the hem of her short skirt. More delicious was to see the swollen lips of her pussy between her legs as she leaned forward to begin fellating the monster cock. Simultaneously she dropped her free hand and he thought he had gone to heaven as he saw her dipping and slipping and sliding her fingers into what was obviously a very wet cunt. He wasn’t sure exactly sure what Simone was doing as his view was spoiled by Chloe’s bobbing head but he was sure she must be kissing and sucking on his balls. What he could see for certain was two small white hands one above the other grasping the veiny black cock and two heads giving it the most intimate attention. He held and stroked his own stiff little dick and was lost in ecstasy as he observed what was to him a fantasy made real.

Oskar, who had noticed Ian’s appearance from the start, turned his head way from the amusing sight and gave himself up to the attention he was receiving from his two acolytes. He tried to prolong the pleasure but their combined efforts were just too intense for him to hold back any longer. With a buck of his hips and a groan he felt his climax come upon him and without any other warning he began to spurt and fountain a stream of cum over both Chloe and Simone’s faces.

They squealed their approval at the evidence of their hard work; Ian moaned as he likewise dribbled out his own ejaculation over his grasping hand.

Simone and Janice both turned into work an hour earlier than their usual schedule. Oskar had requested (no, told) them to do so as he wanted to ensure that everything had been covered and all arrangements were in place for the visit by the Governor to Rhino’s headquarters later in the morning. They both had checklists to work through that detailed every aspect of the timetable and the events that would be taking place but Janice was extremely vexed. For her it was a case of being made to deal with this tedious task rather than having her ‘start-of-the-working-day-fuck’ with Zaire, her manager. She grumbled constantly as she walked around the route checking and ticking off items on her clipboard trying to keep her mind off thinking about her itching pussy. Simone had no such frustrations; she had already had a leisurely fuck with Oskar before she left for work.

Janice came to the item of checking that the restrooms were clean and tidy. “Damn this,” she muttered to herself as she pushed open the door of the Men’s room to enter the first stall. She put down both her clipboard and the toilet seat, hitched up her skirt and sat. She leaned back against the cistern and with little ceremony dipped her hand to her cunt and pulled the gusset of her panties aside. She knew she would be wet, she was always wet, and her fingers slipped inside her warmth. Closing her eyes and thinking about her boss’s fat cock inside her rather than her fingers she quickly fucked herself to an intense climax; it didn’t take long when she set her mind to it.