Cheerleaders Go Black Pt 2 & 3

CHEERLEADERS GO BLACK Pt 2 & 3 By Daypro600 Chapter 3 ? Turning the Holdouts ? Heather Would Be First Heather, Tracy, Becky, and of course the coach, Ms. Carter, would NOT be willing to get together in this party. Heather was a total lesbian, Tracy was prejudiced, Coach Carter was married, and Becky... simply put would be impossible. Becky Vanderbilt was the kind of 'fantasy' girl that made her seem impossible to get blacked. She was very generously built, but in shape, with large firm breasts and a full, tight ass. She had long, wavy, shiny blonde hair and big blue eyes. She had a great tan, not to dark, but not to light. She also happened to come from a very wealthy, very conservative, and very rich family. So, naturally she was filled with prejudice and arrogance. Religious and conservative, she was a virgin, even though she was engaged to be married. The ring on her finger had cost her boyfriend a small fortune but still he got nothing sexually for it. This girl was not giving it up easily... not even to a blue blonde white boy. Shea felt a particularly strong desire to watch Becky get gang-fucked. She felt it was something that everyone would love to see. There was no way Shea was going to be able to seduce this girl... her conversion would have to be through more forceful means. They'd have to leave her until 'the party'. Shea thought about Tammy too, and figured they'd have to wait for her conversion that day as well, for the same reason as Becky. But Heather was a different story... Shea knew how to bring her in willingly. Shea knew of Heather's lesbian lust for her. Although she didn't consider herself bisexual, Shea had a healthy view of sex and did not see anything wrong with women loving women. And Heather was a very attractive woman, nearly the same height as Shea, with shoulder length dark brown hair, porcelain skin, steel gray eyes, and a killer body. Several other girls had told her how they had seen "the look" in Heather's eyes when she watched Shea cheering and showering Now that her weakness was known, it was a simple matter to take advantage of it. Shea saw Heather the following day and during a break between classes cornered her in a lightly traveled corridor. "Heather, love, I have a proposition for you," she began. "We need to become better friends. Why don't you come over tonight and skinny dip in my pool with me? My folks will be at a dinner party. It will be so cool." The time agreed to was 7 pm. Heather's excitement could hardly be contained. It had just turned dark as Heather arrived at Shea's house. As planned she went through the back gate and around to the pool where the object of her lust was waiting. Shea was laying nude on a float gently stroking her pussy with her eyes closed. She didn't hear Heather approach nor did she hear her slip off her shorts and tank top just prior to jumping in the pool. The loud splash and water spray alerted her to Heather's arrival but she didn't stop caressing the fleshy fold between her legs. "Let me do that for you," Heather whispered breathlessly as her face floated within inches of Shea's body. "I'm very good at that." "So I've heard," Shea replied. "Is it your mission to lick every cheerleader twat in school, Love?" "Yeah, something like that," Heather grinned as she pushed the float and Shea to the edge of the pool. "Let's go over to the chaise and show you how I do it." With the bait taken, the girls climbed out of the pool and walked over to the lounge chair sitting under a halogen security lamp over the garage back door. Shea lay down on her back and pulled her long, beautiful legs up and apart to open her wet pussy for Heather. The bright halogen beam glared off Shea's pale skin and illuminated every single follicle of her body hair. She almost glowed before Heather's hungry eyes. Shea slowly dragged her hands up across her breasts and teased her nipples to hardness so the lesbian beside her could see just how big and hard they could become when aroused. Heather drank in every sight and prepared to serve herself the tasty morsel laying before her. "I've been waiting so long for this, Shea." Heather said, staring deeply, boldly into Shea's big blue eyes. Shea watched intently, as Heathers beautiful, trim, porcelain body kneeled between her legs, and her pretty face moved down between her thighs. Shea closed her eyes as the hot tip of Heather's tongue lightly brushed her stiffening clitoris. Soon, she was being devoured by a new and hungry lover. Heather's talents produced several orgasmic peaks for Shea - quite a surprise for the cock-crazed coed whose whole sexual existence centered on a hard black cock shaft from boyfriend. But all pleasure aside, there was a point to all this. As Heather lapped away at Shea's pussy, she worked her long nimble fingers between her legs and rubbed her own. As she did so, a pair of eyes in the bushes watched those fingers... and that beautiful white ass lit by the moonlight. It was time for him to work his magic... Terrell had been standing in the shadows watching the girls from the very beginning. Heather didn't notice at first, not until she felt the strong, muscular male hands on her ass. She turned around, and her mouth fell open in shock... Terrell stood before Heather and Shea in stark nakedness holding his black manhood in his hand. As he gently stroked it to keep it hard, Heather's eyes were locked on it. She'd never in all her life felt anything like what she was feeling about this cock... Heather barely heard Shea's introduction, so entranced was she by this huge black cock before her eyes ...she just watched lustily as he positioned Shea on her hands and knees upon the chaise. "Oh God, Terrell," she said breathlessly. "Give me some cock-cum to go with Heather's tongue job! Heather, watch this. You can't believe how fucking good Terrell's cock feels." With that Terrell gripped his cock tightly and pulled the ridge of foreskin back to penetrate his girlfriend with the exposed purplish head. Shea tugged her ass cheeks apart with both hands and Heather watched hypnotically as the first inch of Terrell's glistening black shaft separated Shea's puffy white cunt folds and disappeared into her steaming hot hole. Soon Terrell had his hands kneading her heavy 34C's and pinching her nipples as he rammed his dick head against her cervix. Shea had very long and fat nipples that stood out like eraser heads when they were played with. Shea rolled her eyes and let her mouth hang open as if to beg for a cock in the mouth as Terrell pumped her closer and closer to the cock-cum she had begged for earlier. Heather stood close and watched the girl she had just gotten off take the biggest blackest dick she had ever laid eyes on. Dicks had never interested her all that much, but she was mesmerized by the image she saw. The pink lips of Shea's delicious cunt were spread apart in such an obscene way and gripped the monster cock so tightly. The shiny black shaft was covered with the sweet cream she had tasted minutes before and the thought of maybe just "trying it once" crept into her mind. With two more hard, deep thrusts Shea pulled Terrell's trigger. Heather saw him stiffen his back, tighten his ass- cheeks and unload a hot load of cum deep into her friend's vagina. Terrell stepped away and let his cock fall free while Shea tightened her cunt muscles and expelled blobs of thick, white cream onto the chaise. Heather watched intently as she stroked herself to another orgasm. "Fucking awesome!" is all she could say when asked by Shea what she thought about what she has just seen. It was at this point that Terrell and Shea told Heather about the party they had planned. She was particularly excited to learn that Coach Carter would somehow be enticed to the party. The sexy coach had caught her eye the moment she first walked in to the Athletic Department offices on campus. With very little prodding, Heather agreed that she would participate in the after-game party and even said she would "probably" try some black dick just to say she had. She knew that saying no was not an option after what she had just witnessed. Let?s face it; the puny dicks of all her white boyfriends had driven her to girls in the first place. "Why wait?" Terrell asked, walking towards Heather, his cock stiffening again. Heather was a little scared... she moved back slightly, looking to Shea. Shea just smiled, wickedly and said "Do it Heather. You have to, it?s incredible! I promise!" "I... I don't know... now? I mean... I just..." Heather stammered, staring at Terrell's erect cock. Shea rose from the chaise, and sat down by Heather. She looked deeply into the girl's eyes and then kissed her deeply... all the while laying her back. Terrell, meanwhile, jumped in the pool and positioned himself at the edge, preparing to enter Heather's tight pussy... Shea pulled away from Heather, leaving her dazed. When Heather regained her composure, Terrell was rolling her over on her stomach and pushing his cock head into her tight pussy. "Oh...I've never done this... . I ... oooohhhh OHHHGOD!!!" Heather cried as Terrell's cock stretched her pussy. Terrell worked his cock deeper and deeper into Heather's cunt, picking up his pace and thrusting faster. Terrell roughly turned Heather over, to watch her tight white titties bounce up and down with each of his powerful, deep thrusts. Heather began to moan loudly, in pure bliss. Shea thought it best not to alert everybody in the neighborhood, and moved to straddle Heather's face, to receive another tongue job. The tightness of Heather's pussy, combined with the sight of his girlfriends beautiful ass bucking on her face, was more than Terrell could bare... he pulled out of Heather's cunt just in time to spray her soft white belly, and Shea's tight ass with his thick, sticky semen. He climbed out of his pool and watched as his girlfriend turned around on Heather and engaged her in a 69. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, saying, "I think you can handle this for the rest of the night." He gave her a peck on the cheek, grabbed his clothes and left the girls to their devices... Shea made it quit clear that Heather could come over anytime for an encore performance. Heather couldn?t have asked for anything more. Chapter 4: The Twins The next morning, Shea showered thinking of how she could get Tracy to show up at the locker room after the game. But if Tracy wasn't there, then Holly wouldn't show, and Terrell wanted ALL the girls there. There was no way Tracy could be tricked into showing up, she was to smart, and to much of a goody two-shoes. She didn't like parties, especially with obnoxious bimbos and 'nigger lovers' like the cheerleaders. She was very much 'daddy's little girl' in that respect. She had a strong dislike of black people, and hated the thought of them being with any white girls. Shea could not figure out how to overcome this obstacle... until she remembered some stories that Holly had told her. Holly and Tracy, like most twins, loved to play 'switching games' when they were very young. Shea also knew that over the years, Tracy and Holly had drifted apart. Tracy had always had a bitter, superior attitude towards Holly. Holly always seemed to be the apple of her daddy's eye, sporty, athletic, a cheerleader, popular, prom queen. She was the whole nine yards. What's more, her daddy never believed rumors about his daughter's conduct that were spread around town. Tracy's jealous attitude made her very suspicious of her sister... and it was almost certain that she suspected her sister's love of black cock. But what really got Shea's mind working towards a plan was when she remembered a fight that she'd scene between Holly and Tracy... a fight in which Tracy expressed a hope that one day her sister's 'sluttiness' would get her into serious trouble. All of these factors, these almost hateful attitudes, would make Tracy very susceptible to manipulation. A plan began to form, but she'd need Holly's help. The setup would have to take place in the apartment that Holly and Tracy shared. She called Holly after class and talked to her about her devious plan. "Okay, this is the plan;" Shea said quietly, "Tracy works at the hospital right? She is an intern or something? Does she work Friday?" "Yeah..." said Holly, "she's studying nursing. She's interning at the hospital Friday afternoon, and she gets home at about nine o'clock." "Perfect!" said Shea, "When she comes home this Friday night, she's going to see something interesting... she's going to see you getting fucked by some black studs!" "What!" Holly said, in disbelief, "Are you nuts? She'll call our folks and they'll disown me! I've told you about my parents, what they think of black men with white girls..." "But Holly," Shea said, "What if it wasn't you who was fucking black men... what if it was Tracy... what if you could 'prove' that it was Tracy?" "What do you mean?" Holly asked... "Remember how you and Tracy used to trick people into thinking that she was you and you were her?" Shea explained the plan further. Holly could barely contain her excitement. She knew it would work! *** That Friday, after Tracy went to work, Holly set about getting things ready. She took the phone cord out of the wall, and hid the phone. She removed the light bulbs from the lights in every fixture in the front part of the apartment. She fixed herself a quick dinner at about six, showered, and went into her sister's room. She dressed in some of her sister's most conservative underwear, and then put on one of Tracy's spare white uniforms. Then Holly got the video camera that Shea had loaned her, and set it up in her sister's closet. Next, she set up a second camera tripod (her own) next to the bed and left it in the room. She took her own camera into the front room of the apartment and waited. Soon, the doorbell rang. She turned the camera on and went to the door, hitting 'Record' she filmed the door as she opened it and greeted the 3 large, black, muscular men who stood before her. They were all very black, all muscular, and all smiles as they looked into Holly's video camera and said "Hi Tracy. I see you're ready for us!" When Tracy got home Friday night, tired from a busy evening at the hospital, the apartment was dark. "Hello, Holly? You here?" she called, pulling her coat off and undid the top buttons of her white nursing uniform. She reached for a light switch... flicked it, but it didn't come on. She listened closely trying to detect if Holly was home or not. The only sound she'd hear was some squeaking, grunting, and moaning. "Humph!" Tracy thought to herself as she tried another light switch... no effect, "I guess I've finally caught Holly entertaining a 'guest' of hers... she is such a slut!" It was then that she realized that the sounds of passion were coming from her own bedroom, not Holly's! Tracy slowly crept towards her room. The hall outside the room, like the rest of the apartment was pretty dark... making it easy for Tracy to 'conceal herself' and spy on her sister and remain unnoticed. Holly and the guys had made this even easier by leaving Tracy's bedroom door wide open, with the light from Tracy's desk lamp giving a subdued, but ample lighting to the events taking place on her bed. The events, Tracy saw, where being filmed by Holly's video camera. But the thing that really got to Tracy was what she saw on her bed... HER bed, with her favorite childhood stuffed animals... on HER bed was her sister, Holly... with a black man! Tracy watched in awe as her tall, identical twin sister arched her back on the bed, bucking her slim white hips into the thrusting nigger's pelvis. Tracy was disgusted by the sight, but found she unable to look away. She was captivated by the contrast in color and size. Oh yeah, the massive dick that was slamming into Holly?s pussy didn?t go unnoticed either. The lighting of the room seemed to highlight the beautiful contrast of their bodies... Holly's flesh almost glowed, while that of the man fucking her was so very, very dark. In fact, his flesh seemed so dark in that light, that Tracy could only make out the details of his muscled chest and abs because of the shine of the sweat that ran over them. Sweat which dripped down onto her sister's naked white form...a form identical to Tracy's own body. Tracy watched as her sister's firm young breasts bounced violently in time with the thrusts of the big black, and the squeaking of the bed springs. Tracy couldn't believe what she was seeing? her own sister, fucking a big nigger! The reality? this big nigger was fucking her like a savage in the wild. He was pounding into her so violently that Holly was screaming and getting bucked all over the bed. Why? How could she do something like that? Suddenly, the black man bellowed loudly, pulling out of Holly's well-fucked pussy and shot his load all over her stomach, tits, and Tracy's bedspread. As Tracy watched the black man pump the large amount of cum from his hard cock, letting it drip all over her sister's body and her own bed, she could not help but notice his size. Tracy, while conservative, was certainly no virgin. But all the guys she dated had been white... and did not have cocks near this guy's size. This shining black staff had to be 10 inches long at least. Then it made sense... this guy had a very big dick. That's why Holly was with a nigger, because this one had such a huge cock. Well, at least she didn't let him cum in her. She had never seen so much come either. Just when she thought it was over, Tracy got an even bigger surprise. The black man backed away from the bed and her sister got on all fours, with her face at the foot of the bed. That's when a second black man came forward, stroking a cock just as big as his counterpart's. Tracy watched in amazement as her sister deftly took the cock in her mouth... it was a bizarre spectacle. Seeing her twin, her physical duplicate, her sister's soft white face with a huge black cock between her lips was surreal. She watched as the giant black man ran his hands through Holly's long, sweat-damp blonde hair... that's when Tracy noticed something peculiar. Holly normally let her hair hang over her shoulders... but right now, she was wearing her hair in a pony tail, styling it the way Tracy liked to style her own hair. Then Tracy noticed something else... "Why is Holly wearing my hair clip?". Suddenly, Tracy felt a pair of hands on her shoulders... she started to scream; only to have one of those big hands cover her mouth. The other arm encircled her waist and carried her into her room... where her sister was still sucking the second black man. When Holly looked up and saw her sister, she pulled her face away from the black cock, taking it in her hand, and pumping it... keeping her black master happy while she talked to her sister. "Hi!" Holly beamed, careful not to use her sister's name, "glad you could finally join us. Did you like the show? Did you like watching your sister take on these fantastic black studs? You want to play now?" ?We have been waiting for you!? Tracy, terrified, but still muffled by the 3rd black man's hand, shook her head violently. "Oh, honey, that's too bad," Holly frowned, still careful not to use Tracy's name, "see the boys and I are having a little party and we were hoping that you would join us. In fact, I think you're going to join us after you think about the fun you will have!" The men chuckled as Holly said this... then one spoke, "Hey, Tracy,"he said to Holly, "Why is your sister wearing your nursing uniform? I thought she was a cheerleader or something..." Tracy's eyes went wide with confusion and terror... she tried to scream, but couldn't... what was Holly doing? "I don't know" Holly said, "but I don't think that you should be wearing those, Holly." "STRIP HER! She commanded... as the second black man went to the video camera and turned it off. The third black, Dante, finally let go of Tracy and she fell on the bed, next to her sweaty, well fucked twin. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" she screamed at Holly. "You can't fuck these niggers like this! It's terrible! You think I won't tell mommy and daddy?" All of them laughed at Tracy's indignance. Holly grinned wickedly at Tracy, turned to Quinten (the guy at the video camera) and told him to rewind the tape... "Show Tracy what we've been doing!" "I'm not watching your tape! That's disgusting!" Tracy yelled. "Funny, you seemed pretty interested in watching it a minute ago,? Dante chuckled. "What do you mean 'my' tape?? asked Holly, "it's your tape, TRACY". Everybody laughed...again, everybody but Tracy. "Wha...what do you mean?" Tracy said, confused... but by the time she finished the question, she saw one of HER nursing uniforms lying on the floor in tatters. She looked around at the semen on HER bed, in HER room. She looked at Holly, HER twin, wearing HER scrunchie in her hair... and remembered when one of the men had called HER sister, HER name. "See," Holly explained, "if you even THINK of telling mom and dad about my sex life, they'll get this tape in the mail... the tape with these BIG black studs calling me "Tracy" and telling "Tracy" how good she is at sucking black cock, how good she is at taking it into her tight white cunt, and how they've been wanting to get YOU out of that nursing uniform for so long..." "YOU... You.. Wouldn?t... you couldn't!" Tracy stammered. "I COULD TRACY, you racist little bitch!" Holly shouted, "I WOULD, but I won't... if you agree to my demands." Tracy knew that she may have no choice... she looked into her sister's lust filled eyes. "What... what do you want?" She asked. "Well," Holly said, sighing, "I'll give you the tape if you keep your mouth shut about my sex life..." "Deal," said Tracy, "give me the tape." "Not so fast," Holly said, "there's another... complication. See, Dante there has not had any fun tonight... you walked in before he got his turn to drill me!" Tracy looked behind her at the third black man, Dante, the one who had carried her into the room, the one who had been dressed, the one who was getting undressed at that very moment, pulling his muscle shirt off his lean, chiseled, chocolate-brown torso, over his shaven head. He grinned at her. "NO! You can't mean..." Tracy shouted... "But their niggers!" "STOP THAT!" Holly shouted, slapping her sister for insulting her black lovers. "Now, now, "Quinten said stroking his cock, "no need to smack the bitch around. If she calls us niggers then maybe we just need to teach her not to think like that when she sees a black man. Maybe she'd be better off thinking of this..." Quinten stroked his cock and pointed the head up towards Tracy's face. Tracy glanced down...staring at Quinten's massive black cock pointing at her... trembling... she finally snapped herself out of the lustful trance. "So," Holly smirked, "you DO think of it... you DO want it! Don't you Tracy? You're a slut who craves big black cock but are afraid to admit it!" "NO!!" Tracy said, "That's not true!" "Give it up," Holly said, "it's really wonderful. LOOK at their cocks Tracy! SEE how long, and hard, and thick they were? Didn't you see the power of their thrusts... How can you not want that, Tracy? How?" Holly's soft voice had a calming effect on her sister. Tracy stood up and turned to look at Dante. By now, Dante was nude, apart from his tight BVD's... with a LARGE bulge in the front. As tall as she was, Tracy's eye level only came to the middle of Dante's hard chest. She looked up from his chest, into his straight, hard, black face. His eyes stared into hers with a remarkably disciplined, controlled lust, as he worked his long black fingers over the buttons of Tracy's blouse. Tracy shivered as Dante moved his large black hands under the fabric of her blouse, gently pushing it and her white jacket off her shoulders. She remained still, letting her shirt and jacket fall off her arms, to the floor. Still staring into his eyes, she gasped as Dante placed his powerful black hands on her sides, gliding up and around to her bra clasp, releasing it. Then, without a word, Dante placed his hands on Tracy's shoulders and gently pushed her to her knees. Finally, Tracy's gaze fell from D's eyes to the stretched fabric of his underwear... right in front of her face. Tracy had an almost out of body experience... watching her own hand reach up hesitantly, slowly... to the waistband of the black's underwear. Slowly, she snaked her white fingers over the waist band, and began to pull them down in the front...Holly watched intently as Tracy lowered Dante's briefs. She couldn't wait to finally see her sister cured of racial prejudice... in the most fun way possible! Her attitude and desires were about to change forever. She was about to go black. Holly and the two other guys watched as Tracy came face to face with her first black cock. She gasped as she reached into Dante's underwear, pulling out an 8 inch full and very SOFT black cock. How could this be? Dante was 8 inches long and still soft. His limp dick was 2 inches longer than the hardest cock she had ever experienced. She stared at it, as if in a trance, and slowly began to lovingly pump it? watching it grow in her tiny white hands. Suddenly, Quinten whispered something to Holly, causing her face to form a wicked smile. Holly got on her knees next to her sister, and began to talk to her... "See it Tracy? See how beautiful it is?" Holly said, "Take it in your mouth... its incredible!" Silently, Tracy did as her sister suggested, taking the big black cock in her mouth and sucking it in. As erotic as the events were, there was still a part of Tracy that was disgusted by what she was doing. There she was, a tall, pretty, intelligent blonde woman, belittling herself by sucking a black man's cock. But it was now only part of her that was angry and disgusted, physically Tracy was very aroused. She even unknowingly dropped her hand down to her groin to rub herself through the thin white material of her slacks. Tracy then realized that her Holly's hand was already there, rubbing her, as she whispered "Suck it Tracy, suck that big nigger's cock... you love it don't you? Swirl your tongue around his head" Holly watched her sister closely, as her pretty white face bounced up and down on Dante's enormous cock. Her pretty blond pony tail bounced on her back as she bobbed up and down, taking more and more of his length into her mouth. Holly rubbed her sister's shoulders and continued whispering instructions... Tracy's racism was slowly slipping away, being replaced by rampant lust. Finally, Dante spoke. "Okay, that was pretty good prep, bitch," Dante said, pulling away from Tracy's mouth, "now its time to get some of that sweet white pussy!" Holly immediately pulled her sister to her up off the floor, and then dropped to her knees, working her fingers into Tracy's waist band...yanking her pants down around her sister's ankles. Holly left her sister's soaked panties on... evidence of her incredible arousal. The sudden movement and the constriction of the pants around her ankles caused Tracy to topple backwards onto her bed... Tracy looked up to see the erect black cocks of the other two men who were standing above her... instinctively she grabbed one in each hand and started pumping. Holly stood behind Dante, kissing his neck as he looked at the beautiful white prize that lay before him on the bed. "Look at that!" Dante said, watching Tracy pumping his friends' cocks. "Guess you' ready for some black cock in you' pussy now?" "YES" Tracy cried, OH YES!! I... I want your black cock! I CAN?T WAIT TO FUCK THESE BIG NIGGERS!!" "It must be a family trait!" laughed Holly, playfully pulling at Dante's now-hard 11-inch black cock. "All in good time girlie," Dante said, "for now, I think you can help me put this where it belongs!" He nodded towards Tracy's still pantied-pussy? "Gladly,? Holly said, pushing the crotch of her sister's panties aside and positioning D's cock at the entrance of Tracy's never-blacked cunt. As D moved forward, Holly slowly rubbed the head of his cock along her sister's pussy lips. To Holly's surprise, Tracy bucked her hips upwards, anxious for D's cock to get inside her. Holly gently slipped D's cock head into her sister's pussy, then reached around the D's ass, cupping one of his muscular black cheeks in her white hand, clenching her nails... urging him forward, and into her sister's pussy. "That's enough girl," D said to Holly, gently pushing her aside, "I'll take over now!"... with that he violently pushed the first 6 inches of his thick black cock into Tracy's tight white pussy, his thickness stretching her to her limits. "OOHH!!! FUCK!!" Tracy screamed out in pleasure as D pushed and rotated his hips, pushing the rest of his cock in slowly, only to pull out and then thrust into her pussy again...each time just a little deeper...a little faster... Soon Tracy's hands moved over to Quinten and John's cocks in time with D's thrusts. Her firm breasts bounced wildly up and down as D pounded further and further, faster and faster, harder and harder, into her pussy. Holly stared at her sister... laughing at her newfound lust, "Tracy! Not only are you fucking black men...niggers! But 3 at once! What WOULD daddy think?" "I ... I...? Tracy squeaked, as D pounded into her..."I... . I don't care what daddy thinks! I LOVE BLACK COCK!!! YEESSSSSS!!!!" Realizing her sister was making a lot of noise in the apartment, Holly turned on the stereo, just to compete with the sounds of sex, Shania Twain's "Honey, I'm Home" blared on the stereo. What she didn't see was Quinten coming up behind her... She jumped in surprise as he grabbed her hips and pushed his cock against her ass. "OH, no, wait! I've never done that..." Holly protested weakly. Ignoring her, Quinten, roughly grabbed a handful of her blond hair and steered Holly over to the bed, where her sister was, throwing her down beside Tracy. Quinten smacked her ass as he pushed his thick black cock deep inside her. Holly winced at the pain, but soon was overcome with pleasure at her reaming... John looked down at the erotic sight before him... two, beautiful, blonde twins, each with one of his buddies' black cocks slamming into them. Not to mention that Tracy was now pulling his cock to her mouth, sucking and licking at his cock head as D continued pounding into her tight pussy. Suddenly, D let out a bellow, pulling out of Tracy's cunt and shooting his thick, sticky cum all over her breasts. Holly stared at the thick globs of cum on her sisters heaving, glistening breasts. "Lick it bitch" said Quinten, pushing Holly's head down into her sister's sticky cleavage,... she began to lick her Tracy's breasts...sucking the cum from her sisters soft skin. This was too much of a sight for the other men to bear and both Quinten and John came now, in thick heavy streams. John's hit Holly in the face, and she leaned in close to Tracy's face... Tracy looked into her sister's lust-filled eyes, and took her turn licking cum from her sibling's soft, alabaster skin, letting the warm saltiness slide on her tongue... then kissing her sister, and using her tongue to push the cum into her mouth. Tracy had never kissed another girl let alone her sister but she was overtaken by the moment. Before long she was French kissing her sister pulling Holly?s tongue into her mouth as deep as she could. D pulled away from the bed and laughed as he opened the closet door, revealing Shea's camera, hidden in the closet. It was a back up plan... just in case Tracy had wanted to stop sexing black men after that night. "Guess we don't need this... no need for daddy to know that both his little girls love black cock!" "Yeah," Quinten chuckled at the girls, "but I bet your redneck daddy would love to watch two blonde twins going at each other?? The deep kissing quickly transitioned into Holly rotating herself atop Tracy into a 69 position. For the next 10 minutes, the girls sucked each others pussy?s ending in an orgasm for each. "Quinten!" Holly said, pretending to be insulted, "we're sisters!" "And his daughters!" finished Tracy. "Don't matter," said Quinten, "all you damn crackers love incest!" The girls laughed at the joke... they didn't care that their father and their race had just been insulted. These girls didn't see some insult coming from a 'nigger'. Their black masters made a joke, and they thought it was funny. Tracy and Holly were all set for the big game. Continued on Part 3 Cheerleaders Go Black, Part 3 Written by Daypro600. Chapter 5: The GAME Has Finally Arrived The last holdouts were Tammy and Becky, and I had no real solutions. Shea concluded that only brute force would get Becky to participate. She would be at the party already, so all they had to do was make sure she didn't leave. Terrell arranged for two friends to take charge of that assignment. It would be fitting that Becky's future husband, Brad, would be taken out and gotten drunk by several of Terrell's black buddies while a gang of black ball players took turns fucking the sweet cunt of his future bride. As Shea lay in bed that night filled with excitement and satisfaction, she pondered how to get their plan finalized. She didn't see a problem though, as she was absolutely certain that she had read her coach correctly. Under some pretense, she would get her coach to the boy's locker room and once there, she was positive Coach Carter would hesitate to sample the forbidden fruits, but with a little work, she'd join in the fun. And, she reminded herself, there would be plenty of fruit there. No less than twenty-five black studs from the combined teams would be there to give every cheerleader present her fill of hard black cock. She fell asleep dreaming of just how awesome the party was destined to be. It was an absolutely awesome game. Fast paced and high scoring, the rival team threatened but never overcame the slim lead enjoyed by the home team. Coach Carter's cheerleaders worked the crowd into a frenzy like she had never seen and she beamed with pride as they leaped and jumped and flaunted their tight little asses to the pleasure of the crowd. As the final buzzer sounded, all the girls threw their pom-poms in the air and fell to the floor in one well-timed motion. The crowd roared and the cheerleaders got up and raced off the court to the girl's locker room where Tracy was waiting, as Holly had told her to do. Shea was particularly happy as she toweled the sweat off her face and when she saw that Tracy had worn her nurse's uniform. The plan was working and she began to imagine what would soon be happening on the other side of the gym in the hot, sweaty boy's locker room. She didn't have long to wait... The door in the back of the locker room opened, the door that led to a back hallway that connected the two locker rooms. Terrell peaked in and waved to Shea and the other girls... "Time to party ladies, let?s go!" Unlike at professional games, college locker rooms are off limits to the press and casual visitors. Within fifteen minutes after the game buzzer had sounded, the only people left in the boy's locker room were the two teams, two coaches, and most of Tammy's cheerleaders. I had been learned that the rival school's cheerleaders had planned to participate, but an unfortunate slip of the tongue to their unsympathetic coach had led to them being whisked away at the end of the game. Fortunately, that coach only thought it was a party and having no knowledge of the real plan, was just being cautious to keep from being blamed for a drinking violation or rowdy conduct at a rival school. The significance of this turn of events would soon become evident to all. As Tammy headed back to the locker room, she was accompanied by Becky. She was the only one was still out on the court... for some reason. She had been busy flirting with her boyfriend, Brad, the captain of the football team. The most remarkable thing about this 'storybook' couple is that they were both virgins. Tammy knew this because Becky, despite looking like a California blonde, was quite religious and proud of her virginity. As they walked to the locker room, Becky was beaming about how Brad had gotten her the engagement ring she wanted, and showed it to Tammy. Brad came from a pretty well-to-do family, and the ring certainly showed it! Becky was also very excited about winning the big game. Of all the girls, she took school spirit and loyalty the most seriously. When they got to the locker room, they were surprised to see only one girl was there, Heather, and she looked very worried "Where are the others? Are they dressed already?" Tammy asked. "Oh... Coach, ?Heather said, gravely, "the girls... they... the guys swarmed them after the game, Shea was saying something about celebrating their victory!" Tammy went white as a sheet when she heard this. The basketball team was entirely black. Thanks to her 'conservative' (that is to say prejudice) southern upbringing, Tammy immediately feared that those 'nigger boys' were up to no good with her sweet innocent girls. She'd been given strict instructions by the Dean of Athletics, a crusty old redneck, that she was to make sure nothing 'inappropriate' happened between the cheerleaders and the players. Tammy knew that this was code for 'keep the niggers away from our women'. Either way, Tammy knew if something were to happen, her ass was out of a job! "Well," Tammy said, hiding the trepidation in her voice, "we'll see about this! I'm going to their Coach right now!" I headed to the men?s locker room. The girls followed close behind. I thought that it was just their curiosity. Heather had fulfilled Shea's part of the plan perfectly. But when Tammy, Becky, and Heather got to the locker room... the party was in full swing, just as Shea had planned. Tammy opened the door, the girls followed closely behind her. The first thing she noticed was the steam and the noise, not that unusual. The showers are located near the locker room entrance, and the showers were obviously running. As she walked into the room, past the shower area, the steam began to clear. And when the shapes came into full view, she nearly died from shock! The large locker room had eight rows of lockers with aisles between them. Each aisle had changing benches down their center. Tammy gulped as her mind reeled at the sight before her. She spun around suddenly as she heard a heavy latching sound and saw two naked black players standing in front of the double-locked doors. Turning back around she again feasted her eyes on a sight that caused her to nearly faint. Naked and near-naked kids were everywhere she looked - and they were not just holding hands. Tammy stood petrified as she watched the scene unfolding before her. Her most bizarre, unspoken fantasy was being performed in living color before her very eyes and she was like a fly on the wall - watching the black and white bodies intermingling as sounds of excitement and pleasure began to filter through to her conscious mind. Her breathing was labored and she felt suddenly cold as a flash of guilt shuddered through her. "My girls, my poor innocent girls," she said without being heard by anyone. "Oh my God, I can't believe it." But believe it she did. Shea had left her side and walked over to her boyfriend who quickly threw her cheerleader uniform to the floor and pushed her down on it. With her shoulder-length dark brown hair spread out on the floor and her blue eyes filled with lust, her porcelain skin stood in stark contrast to the blackness of Terrell as he descended upon her. Tammy stood still and watched Terrell's ten inch ebony shaft disappear into Shea's bald cunt. She glanced around and realized there were over 30 people in the locker room and she and her cheerleaders were only ten of them. Then she saw... but wait, she'd already seen Holly... was that... it was! Tracy!!? That made it eleven. Tammy looked around the room to find each of her girls and they were all there - every one. I had to get my girls out of there. Becky for sure had to be saved. Her future husband was out in the gym at this very moment. 8389 1.91/512345