Chapter 10

Hannah gasped at the scene before her. Low, bassy music played in the background, some hip-hop group she didn’t recognize. She couldn’t make out the lyrics, but felt the bass-line deep in her bones. A thin haze of smoke permeated the air, and she recognized the acrid smell of marijuana. Normal party stuff, so far, but the scene in the middle of the room took her breath away.

Three large couches lay in the center of the room. On one of them, Hannah saw a pale, large breasted girl bouncing up and down between a pair of muscular black legs. She was covered in a thick layer of sweat and her skin flushed red, and the only items of clothing she was wearing was a red and black plaid skirt which had been shoved up around her waist, a white blouse which was completely unbuttoned and hung uselessly from her frame, and a tiny black thong which had been shoved to the side, as a huge ebony rod obscenely stretched out her pussy. Hannah could make out a halo of bright red hair and what looked like the black frame of a pair of glasses, but couldn’t see the girl’s face as it was turned to the side as she enthusiastically sucked a similarly large black cock from another man standing to the side of the couch.

In front of the couch, two women, a blonde and a brunette were on all fours, facing each other, and completely naked, and enthusiastically making as two giant black man pounded them from behind.

On another couch, Hannah spotted a familiar face. Terri, her economics TA, sat on the lap of another goliath, having an animated conversation with him. Her face was familiar, but her outfit and behavior were shocking. Her long, black hair hung loosely down her back, and her bright blue eyes were alight with excitement, bare of the glasses she usually wore. She wore a short-sleeved, tight white crop top which left both her stomach and the bottoms of her breasts exposed to the air, and a tiny, tight black mini skirt that was barely more than her belt. The man whose lap she was sitting in was completely naked, and a massive organ stood out, firm and erect. The mere sight of it caused Hannah to blush—a blush that deepened as Hannah looked down and saw that Terri’s tiny white hand was tightly wrapped around the ebony shaft and slowly stroking up and done as the pair talked.

Other scenes of debauchery unfolded around Hannah, and she stood transfixed, so she was startled when she felt a tight pinch on her shoulder. It was Jess. “You look shocked,” she said, grinning wickedly. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Jess! Don’t tease the poor girl. Remember your first time at one of these?” Sophie protested.

Hannah could only blush bright red and look away. As she did, she saw two hulking men-completely nude and with massive ebony shafts protruding-approach the three girls.

“Hey-o!” Called out one of them. “If it isn’t my two favorite sluts! Malick, you’ve got to meet these two whores—they’re two of the finest pieces of fuck meat I’ve ever met!”

“Damn Tyrone ... that’s high praise!” said the other one.

Tyrone approached Jess, grabbed her ass firmly in one hand, and stuck his tongue down her throat. Sophie moaned and reached forward to struck the massive organ jutting out from beneath his legs.

Hannah’s heart began to race and she felt her face burning as it turned bright red, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Meanwhile, Malick approached Sophie and casually placed his massive, black hand under dress, cupping her breast and stared into her eyes. “If Tyrone says you know how to fuck, I can’t wait to get inside you baby” he crooned. Sophie bit her lip and looked down at his own fuck meat.

“God, you don’t know much I’m looking forward to it,” she signed, before casting a glance at Hannah. “But I need to make sure Hannah here gets comfortably situated. It looks like Jessica’s love for cock is making her forget her sponsorship responsibilities.”

She shot a dirty look at her friend, who was still fondling Tyone’s cock with fervor.

Malick pulled back and turned to look at Hannah. He appraised her with a leer, and Hannah felt fear ... and something else ... as his eyes roamed up and down her body. He approached her confidently, and she started to walk backwards as her heart felt like it would explode out of her chest, it beat so heavily. Hannah’s eyes grew wide when she saw that his massive cock was covered in a mix of white and clear liquid, which she could only assume was from having participated in the carnal festivities going on around her. She brought her arm up to her chest in an attempt to calm himself, and Malick stopped for a moment when he saw the red band on her wrist.

The leer dropped from his face and was replaced with a friendly smile.

“And who is this lovely young lady?” He asked, extending his hand in a friendly gesture.

“This is Hannah,” Sophie said. “She went to high school with Jess, and her sister Sarah goes to school here. She’s very dear friends with Jess, and I’ve grown rather fond of her myself.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. When did you start here? What are you studying?”

The surreal experience of watching an ebony adonis, completely nude, with his cock covered in sex juices, standing before her and making casual small talk left Hannah breathless.

“Um ... sorry ... um...” Hannah stared for a moment, mumbling under breath, before she realized she was being rude.

She reached out to take his hand and began to chatter out what she thought were responses to his questions, but her thoughts were scattered as she felt him take her tiny white hand in his own dark hand.

“DAMN! WHO’S THE NEW SLUT?” A booming voice shattered her monologue.

SMACK

Hannah turned to see Jessica slap Tyrone across the face. She pulled herself from Tyrone’s embrace and scurried to Hannah’s side. She pulled Hannah’s arm up, displaying the red wristband for Tyrone.

“This is Hannah! One of my best friends! And she’s not a slut ... yet.” (With that, Jessica smirked.) “So treat her with some respect!”

Hannah felt a moment of appreciation for Jess’ unexpected valor before a record scratch played in her head. “YET???” she thought to herself.

Tyrone looked abashed, and despite his massive size and previous swagger, seemed admonished by Jessica’s comments.

He approached Hannah gently, took her hand in his, and gave a shallow bow as he kissed the top of her hand.

“Apologies, milady” he said, with a hint of mirth on his voice. “A friend of Jess’s is a friend of mine, and I look forward to having the chance to talk with you later—after I get some quality time with Jess and Sophie, of course.”

“So sorry sweetie,” Jessica told Hannah, hugging her tightly and affection ally placing a strand of hair that had fallen loose back into place. “I got so excited for the party to start, I wasn’t a very good sponsor to you. Let’s get you situated.”

Turning to Tyrone and Malick, she said “Hannah here is a fine young women I expect you to treat with respect you would give a nun. Sophie and I, however, are filthy whores who need our holes filled. Give us a few minutes and then I want you power-fucking us like the black cock sluts we are!”

Jessica then took Hannah by one arm, Sophie, by another, and guided them towards a corner of the room where a long bar with various beer taps and liquor bottles was set up.

Hannah spotted another white girl, standing and leaning against the bar. She had chestnut colored hair which fell just past her shoulders, deep brown eyes, and a smattering of freckles across her dainty, heart-shaped face. She wore a light blue sundress with spaghetti straps which left her fell about halfway above her knees, and exposed a fair amount of cleavage without being overtly sexual-especially compared to the styles Hannah had seen that night. Hannah saw that a red band like her own encircled her wrist. She was holding a drink and looking at the scene before her with curiosity and a slight smile, occasionally turning to chat with yet another shirtless, well-muscled black man standing behind the bar.

“Oh good, you’ll have company! Anne is here.” Sophie said.

“I’m surprised she hasn’t cracked yet...” Jess muttered.

As the trio approached, Sophie and Jessica decoupled from Hannah and approached the fidgeting spectator.

“GROUP HUG” Jessica cried, and pulled her and Sophie into a tight embrace. She planted an affectionate kiss on the new girl’s cheek.

“DAMN!” Jessica exclaimed. “Still not ready to go full whore yet??”

The girl’s face flashed bright red as she began to stammer out a response.

Sophie rolled her eyes and huffed “Jess! Leave the poor girl alone!”

Jessica grinned wickedly. “I think Hannah and Anne will be great friends. They’re both into the same nerdy BS—and Anne here likes to look, but doesn’t fuck!”

Sophie folded her arms and looked at Jess sternly. “And if that’s what they want to do, that’s what they want to do. Let them do their thing! If this is for them, they’ll figure it out by watching!”

Jessica looked chastened. “I was just teasing them! You know I’d never make them do anything they didn’t want!”

Suddenly, a statuesque women popped up from behind the bar, wiping her mouth as she ascended.

She was tall, and had long, black brown curly hair, a deep olive complexion and a narrow face with sharp but beautiful features. And, Hannah couldn’t help but notice, an abundant bust that barely contained a “shirt” that was merely a red, tight strip of fabric which wrapped around her breasts and left her belly and vast portions of her upper breasts fully exposed. A matching, equally tight and equally small micro mini skirt wrapped around her waist, and her well-toned but also equally large ass threatened to pop out at any moment. Hannah realized with a start that this one of the women from the pictures that Jessica had shown her a few days ago.

“Honestly Sophie!” She cried out, walking around the bar and stopping only a few inches in front of the equally tall and stacked blonde. “Stop trying to interfere with my prospie sluts! You’ll never catch up with my conversion rate!” She placed her firsts on her hips and stuck her elbows out and scowled, but a mischievous grin spread across her face and a mirthful look danced across her eyes.

“It’s nice to see you too, Christine.” Sophie sighed sarcastically. “And I have no idea why you still insist that this is a competition.”

Hannah was taken aback to see the normally friendly and level-headed Sophie look so irate.

“Sophie and Christine started off as here as freshmen together, and now they’re in the same graduate program. Sophie showed me—and a lot of my friends--the joys of black cock, but Christine’s turned even more bright young innocents into sex craved whores. Sophie won’t admit it, but they’e kind of got a rivalry going. But for all their bickering, their tongues are going to spend a lot of time in each other’s pussies tonight!”

“LADIES!” Tyrone and Malick called out simultaneously.

“Enough fighting,” declared Tyrone.

“Time for fucking!” exclaimed Malick.

Sophie and Christine had been in the midst of a heated debate, and were waving their arms about, gesticulating wildly, and generally making a ruckus. The dual demand caused them to immediately stop.

They looked at Tyrone and Malick in the eyes, then down at their naked dicks, and then into each other’s eyes. Christine leaned forward, took Sophie’s face in her hands, and, much to Hannah’s increasingly foolish surprise, gave her a deep kiss.

Sophie responded in kind, letting her hands wander down Christine’s body and grabbing her ass over her micro-mini. She broke away from the kiss and turned to the two men.

“Truer words have never been spoken!” She grinned.

“Let’s go boys!” Christine eagerly agreed.

Tyrone pulled Christine away from Sophie’s clutch, picked her up, and pulled over his shoulder, carrying her with ease. She faced away from Hannah, and her skirt rode up such that Hannah saw she wore a tiny red thong which matched the rest of her outfit.

Malick, meanwhile, scooped up Sophie in his arms, and carried her over to the writhing mass of flesh and cacophony of groans and moans, like a groom carrying a bride across the threshold.

As the quartet moved away from Hannah, Anne and Sophie, the man who had been standing behind the around the bar came around to join the trio of girls.

Could Hannah say she was surprised to see that he was naked, chiselled, and sported a penis of previously unimaginable proportions? Could she still say that she blushed when her face had taken on an increasingly scarlet tone since she walked into the seemingly unassuming home?

Yes. Yes, she could.

Like the other men she saw, the giant of a man eyed her up and down, and when he saw the red band around her wrist, dropped his leer and adopted a more open, friendly expression. He wore his long hair in dreadlocks, and his heavily muscled body—he was both taller and more built than any of the men she’d seen so far--was covered in tattoos. If not for his friendly countenance, she would be terrified of the man.