Chapter 12

“HANNAH? HANNAH COHEN?” A shocked, femine voice cried out.

Hannah gave a small jump at the sound and turned to face its source as she saw Chloe, the teacher’s assistant and book club leader stride towards her with an eager gait.

The normally quiet redhead was another of the new friends Hannah had made in the past few months. The seemingly reserved girl only really seemed to open in their book club meetings, where she lead provactive discussions on novels of all stripes and political treatises of all persuasions. Typically, she wore black turtlenecks, light hoodies, drab jeans, and thick, black rimmed glasses, with simple her hair tied in a loose bun. She had all the appearance of a stereotypical nerd. Hannah believed she was a kindred spirit.

And while the Chloe who strode towards was certainly the quiet but erudite young woman, she looked like an entirely different creature!

Her dark red hair flared out around her face-- which was covered in sweat, semen, and runny makeup--in a wild halo, and strands of clung fell over face. Her large breasts were left exposed because her shirt was fully unbuttoned and hung loosely around her shoulders. Hannah flinched as she look down and saw her book club leader’s exposed vagina, with seperated, swollen lips. White and clear fluids dripped from it and coated her inner thighs, indicating that the demure book club leader had been busy with other activities! She carried a pair of black rimmed glasses in her hand--the lens were covered with sticky fluid and would do little to help Chloe see.

“Hannah I’m so happy to see you here, but I never thought this was your kind of scene!” Chloe declared. She leaned forward and embraced Hannah, causing semen and sweat to transfer onto Hannah’s clothes.

She pulled back to scan Hannah with a puzzled look on her face.

“You’re still clothed...?” she asked. Some of the absent-minded, would be professor remained, Hannah thought. Chloe was too caught up in whatever was going through her mind to notice something as basic as the fact that Hannah’s wardrobe remained entirely intact.

“OH!” Chloe exclaimed when her eyes fell on the red wristband around Hannah’s wrist. “I guess you’re not quite ready to join the fun yet!”

She then blushed. “Oh, and here am I with all my fun bits hanging out ... you must be uncomfortable!”

With that she pulled the skirt that covered her midriff down so it covered her vagina and tied her blouse together so it covered her breasts. Hannah still wasn’t sure Chloe would be go outside with getting arrested--the tiny skirt just barely covered her genitals and the white blouse left her entire stomach and large portions of her breasts bare. And its concealing abilities were substantially hampered by the semen that soaked through and rendered the shirt translucent.

She looked down at where she had left bits of cum on Hannah’s outfit and scraped it off with her fingers, which she then stuck in her mouth, her eyes closed in happiness as she sucked them clean. “I came over to clean my glasses!” Chloe said matter of factually, grabbing a cloth from the bar and rubbing them clean, before inspecting them and putting them back on her face. “And to be honest ... I needed a bit of a break from all this cock! There’s a lot more fucking I want to do tonight, some impressive-looking new talent I want to try out, and it’s important to pace yourself!” Chloe went on nonchalantly, as if she were talking about some new routine at the gym.

“Chloe ... it’s uhhhh ... goood to see you?” Hannah stammered. “I just started the new selection for the club! It’s kind of slow going but the text is so beautiful...!” She tried to change the subject so something more comfortable and familiar.

Chloe grinned. “It’s one of my favorites! Can’t wait to talk about it at the next meeting! But I’ve got other things on my mind now!”

“Um yeah...” Hannah said “I didn’t realize this was your thing...”

“I contain multitudes!” Chloe said proudly. “I’m a bookworm, I’m a scholar, I’m a future professor ... and I’m a black cock slut!” She then leaned forward, placing her face inches away from Hannah’s and her hands on her shoulders. Hannah could smell sweat, semen, and a faint hint of perfume on her friend.

Chloe lowered her voice to a whisper and locked her deep blue eyes with Hannah. “You, Hannah, are a dear girl. Brilliant. Sweet. Passionate. And I suspect a filthy, dirty slut who needs her holes stretched by as much massive black cock as she can get!!”

Hannah blushed furiously and tried to pull away. “WHAT?”

Chloe shrugged. “Why else are you here? I know you’ve been hanging out with Jess a lot. Do you know how many girls she’s converted into filthy whores? She was there when I was turned...” With that, her eyes grew wistful, as in fond remembrance.

Hannah scowled. “Jess and I grew up together. We’re from the same hometown. And whatever her preferences for romantic involvement, I enjoy hanging out with her!”

“OHHHH FUCCCKKKK THIS WHORE CUNT!” The scream began just as Hannah began to opine on “romantic involvement.” Chloe turned to the source of the exclamation and Hannah followed her gaze.

Jess was now leaning back against and straddling Malick, her legs flying about in the air as his cock split her pussy wide open. He held his hands on her hips, and head was thrown back and her mouth open in joy as she bounced up and down on him. Tyrone and another, unknown black man who hadn’t been part of the previous debauched scene stood to her sides. She stroked massive rod with her tiny white hand as she turned and engulfed the other with her mouth.

Chloe turned back to Hannah and arched an eyebrow. “Romantic involvements, huh?”

“Oh my god...” Hannah heard Anne mutter. Her eyes looked past Chloe to her newest friend.

Anne’s skin was now clammy with sweat. Her cheeks and the visible portion of her breasts burned bright red, but the rest of her body was pale. Her breathing was shallow and hurried, and strands of her hair had become loose, some sticking out in to the air, some falling across her face.

She had begun to play with red wristband that protected her from all the surrounding vulgarity. Hannah grew concerned, afraid that in her terrified stupor, Anne might cause the band to fall off. If that happened, would the debauched hedonists around the two confuse Anne for one of their own?

Hannah stepped past Chloe and approached Anne, taking the hand bearing the wristband in her own. She had to help Anne snap out of it!

Anne blinked and turned to her.

“Hannah ... I need ... I need” she mumbled.

“I know, Anne!” Hannah interrupted. “This is all so shocking. If you need an Uber to get you of here, I’ll call one!”

Anne looked up and locked her brown eyes with Hannah’s, a furious intensity lighting them.

“No, Hannah.” She shook her head. “I need ... I need to get fucked!!”

With that she pulled away from Hannah’s grip, forcefully pulled the red wristband off, and strode towards the crowd of fucking, howling studs and sluts. Just as she made her proclamation, the door to the party room swung open and new group of giant, muscled black men strolled in. Hannah was so focused on Anne, she didn’t notice who they were, but saw that some went to join the ongoing orgy while others made their way into a doorway which led into another part of the house.

As Anne, approached the crowd, she pulled the hem of her dress up, pulled it over her head and threw it back towards the bar where Hannah and Chloe stood.

She strode to the center of the room wearing only sandals, a white bra, and white, thong panties.

“Hey boys! You’ve got a new girl ready to join your fun!” She called out, and lifted her arms of her head gleefully, as if putting herself on full display.

A hush fell across the room. Christine, who had been merrily bouncing up and down on Tyrone’s rod, stopped. She gulped and fanned herself with her hands, as if to calm down. She looked back at Tyrone and down at Sophie.

“Dears, I think we need to address this.” She pulled herself up and stood up, joined by Tyrone, who took Sophie by her hands and helped her to her feet. The naked trio strode towards Anne, as two of the new arrived, fully clothed men strode towards her.

Christine stood naked before Anne and placed her hands on her shoulders, before letting a hand come to her cheek.

“Anne. You’re really ready? You really want this?”

“Oh god yes!” Anne cried out. I need it so badly!”

“Need what,” Sophie asked standing to the side with a wicked grin on her face.

“I need to have what you have, to experience it...”

“So vague!” Sophie scolded. She looked around. “How are we supposed to know what you want if you won’t tell us!”

Christine placed a hand in Anne’s panties.

“It’s okay Anne. It’s more fun for everyone if you’re open about it.”

“I WANT A GIANT, BLACK COCK INSIDE ME!” Anne cried out. “I want to suck it! I want to stretch my pussy! I want it to stretch my asshole! And then ... then I want more black cocks inside me! I want to get gang-fucked!”

“Good girl!” Sophie clapped.

“Well, I think I can you you with that” Christine said proudly.

Tyrone moved around to stand next to the other two black men who had come up Anne as Christine turned her around and gently pushed on her shoulders so she sank to her knees. Christine smiled at the group.

“Gentlemen. Are you ready to help this fine young woman find her true self as a cock-crazed slut?”

The man let out an affirming, collective “YES!”

“Well, let’s see what we’re working with!”

Tyrone was already naked and had been an eager participant in the night’s activities. His cock was covered in sticky fluids, presumably a mix of his own semen and Christine’s juices. Anne gulped at its size, amazed that it still stood fully erect after the enthusiastic fucking she witnessed. She took a deep waft of air and smelled an aroma that sent shivers through her body. She couldn’t imagine what it would do to her ... what were the other three men working with.

She turned to her right and looked at one of the other new arrivals, staring up at him.

“Hi,” she smiled sweetly. “Can I see?”

“Of course, honey!” He said, and unzipped his pants, pulling out an eight inch rod. Anne smiled happily at it. It was big--big enough to give her pleasure for sure--but not nearly as big as Tyrone. She didn’t know how much she could handle at her first rodeo!

She then turned to her left to see the other new arrival. Before she said anything, he unzipped and dropped his pants, stepping out of them entirely.

Anne gulped. His cock was fourteen inches and as girthy as a coke can! What was she supposed to do with that?? She heard Christine gasp behind her and mutter an “Oh my god...” If Christine were intimidated by the beast, what was she supposed to do?

Anne felt Christine move behind her and unhook her bra; she then pulled the straps down and tore the garment away, leaving Anne kneeling before three black men--two of whom she had never met before--wearing only a tiny, white thong.

Christine began to tweak and play with Anne’s nipples, which sent shudders of pleasure down her body. She began to kiss along Anne’s neck and nibble along her ear. Anne shivered at the sensations.

“Look at them Anne! They’re so marvelous! Imagine what they’ll do to you! And I hope you won’t just be fucking black cock tonight! You’ll be eating plenty of white cunt too!”

With that, Anne shoved a hand down the front of Christine’s thong, and her hand began to work furiously.

Anne’s body flushed red and she began to shake and howl. She fell forward and her face was now only inches from Tyrone’s cock. She locked eyes with it and slowly brought her hand up to grasp it. She began to stroke up and down as she looked up at him, fear and desire mixed in her eyes in equal measure.

Sophie, who had been watching the scene, marched over, leering at the fourteen incher to Anne and Christine’s left.

She licked her lips and grabbed the stud’s shoulder to get his attention.

“I think, friend, your monster is too big for a newbie like Anne. You need a veteran slut! And guess what I am?”

He smiled at her. “A veteran slut?”

“A veteran slut who hasn’t had a cock inside her yet!” Sophie responded.

She took him by the hand and guided him over to an empty armchair in the room. She climbed up on the arm of one of the chairs and rested her elbows across the other arm.

She looked back and smiled. “What’s your name by the way? I don’t think we’ve met?”

“I’m DeShawn. Please meet to meet you my, lady.” He gave a playful bow with the introduction.”

“Well, DeShawn,” Sophie said, turning her face forward and spreading her legs out wider. “Get that fourteen inch cock in this tight white cunt!” Hannah swore Sophie winked at her with the comment.

DeShawn wasted no time and lunged forward, spearing Sophie. He grabbed her by the hips and pounded back and forth with forth, as she screamed, panted and grunted with pleasure. Her breasts flew back and forth with the force of each impact. and she alternated between using her right hand to play with nipples and clit while using her left hand to support herself on the chair.

Tyrone looked down at Anne, who continued to stroke his penis and continued to stare up at him with wonder. Suddenly, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the first few inches of it with her mouth. She bounced up and down, her face going further and further down the shaft with each movement. After a few moments, her nose rubbed against his pubic hairs and the entire shaft had disappeared! She then began to suck with the ferocity of a girl possessed.