Becky Goes Black


Blowjob, Cheating, Interracial, Oral-Sex, Teen
“ Nice ass, Becky !"Marcus yelled from the top of his lungs from the other side of the shoal's hall, directing his crass comment at me.

Fucking tool. I hated Marcus. I dealt with him enough throughout high school school. It was elderly year, and I was still dealing with him ! He was one pompous son of a bitch. Shirley Temple and tend with vascular muscles and powerful second joint, Marcus was a multisport all-state athlete, played justificatory back in football, and he was lauded for it. He liked to call himself ‘ Primetime'after some old football musician by the name of Deion smoother or somebody.

pardon my French, but it was always so fucking annoying to walk around the school, hearing everybody calling Marcus"Priiiiimetime ”, exaggerating and emphasizing the word all the fourth dimension. It was just my luck that I had multiple classes with him every class, and senior year was brutal. In class, he would prattle on about his conquering and line-shooting about his ability to pull just about any girl.

Marcus often liked picking on me the most, because unlike other daughter, I wasn't a promiscuous cocotte, or I figured I wasn't. He told me I shouldn't play so hard to get, but I would just range my eyes at him. I'm a brusque, overly tanned Hispanic girl with a way too big butt that causes me to jump up and down every morning when attempting to put jeans on. Marcus liked to holler me out on my ass, oftentimes pinching it, slapping it, grabbing it and telling me that I should ‘ let him get a crack it ’.

I consistently had verbal ordnance for Marcus, too. He learned the hard way that if he was going to pinch my ass, he was going to receive a slap from a unholy cunt. He liked to say my slaps didn't hurt, or that he liked the hurting, but I found it satisfying to watch his cheek turn red after giving him a gustatory modality of my palm. He had a distinct cicatrice on his forehead, too, allegedly from some kind of farcical backyard boxing with his dumbshit friends. I liked to crack gag to him that he only got that scratch from fucking his young man too hard and hitting the bedpost. He would always move around around and say that he and I could render him more mark if I wanted, always with a heartbeat on his boldness. Fucking pervert.

It was a Fri night during football game season, and being a cheerleader, I was tired by the game's end. However, I was horny as hell ; I just wanted to go to my swain Jared's house to get laid. That wasn't an choice, unfortunately. He was place, allegedly be sick, and he didn't want any visitor. He was usually a sweet beau, but he acted like a menstruating bitch when he asked him if he wanted me to bring him any soup. He had this amazing girl, and he didn't want to see me ? Maybe I was putting myself on a pedestal. Fuck if I know. I just didn't care about bringing myself to an orgasm alone. Nothing round being knack over and fucked. I loved being felt up, feeling my ass cheeks bounce off a dyad of thighs. ‘ Well, I guess it isn't happening tonight !'I said to myself.

I stood in the parking lot outside the arena waiting for my substantially Quaker Chelsea to plunk me up. It only figured that she was in the backseat of her boyfriend lusterlessness's car sucking his shaft and what have you. Fucking cunt. After sweating profusely during the game, soiling my red velvet pantie, I was feeling a bit chilly and just wanted to go home. It wasn't a adept night up to that point.

As I pulled out my sound to text Chelsea, a snowy car pulled up beside of me and I heard the windows roll down. What the fucking is this, I thought, almost intimidated because it was grim and it's a bad omen to be a girl standing out in a parking lot at night wearing a cheerleading uniform.

"Becky ! ”. .. I looked over, and for fuck's sake, it was Marcus."Oh, God, what do you want ?"I asked annoyed, rolling my eyes. “'Oh, God'? I know I'm God !"he bombastically stated with his usual grin, flashing his ‘ Priiiimetime'smile ( what a get laid gag ! )."Listen, I'm going to give you a drive habitation, because I feel bad as hell for leaving you out here standing around lookin'like a fool. Who's supposed to pluck you up, anyway ?"

"Chelsea's giving me a ride,"I said."She's going to be here in a arcminute, so you can just go on."

Marcus shook his head."Yeah, any minute being more like an hour. Just text her and secern her I'm giving you a ride home. Besides, where the nookie is your boyfriend ?"he inquired.

"He's dwelling house. Sick !"I said.

"Yeah, sick of yo ass,"he shot back."He's probably at a sign of the zodiac political party with two babes, one bent over and the other rimming him silly !"he joked, again flashing his smile.

"piece of tail you ! He'd never do any of that to me. .. he loves me,"I defensively retorted. Fucking Marcus and his stupid ass jokes.

"Yeah, people who love each former all the time get it on with other masses. Just get in the fuckin'car. I'm fuckin'hungry as nether region after playing some Priiiimetime shutdown recession football !"Marcus emitted.

I rolled my center and begrudgingly opened the passenger door and sat down. From my purse, I pulled out my telephone set and began texting Chelsea to let her cognise that I had a ride, while Marcus exited the parking lot. The entire sentence I could finger his center on me. I pulled the bottom of my cheerleading skirt down as much as I could to treat my pegleg a bit more."Watch the fucking road,"I said to him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm hungry as shit. I'm going to stop by McDonald's. You want anything ?"He asked. I nodded."Well, I'mma get you a side of a new pain reliever called the Uptight bitch McReducer. It's the number sixty-nine on the dollar menu !"he said with a laugh. What a lame ass joke. As usual, with all of his slow up quips, I rolled my oculus in disgust.

We took off down the route, as I sat with my arm crossed.

"You know, we'll be graduating in seven months, and yet all you've done is shoot me down, never giving me a shot,"Marcus bloviated."I mean, diddly-shit, we joke at each other all the time. We have chemistry, so how do you live we won't have sexual chemistry ?"

"First of all,"I began,"I ‘ shoot you down'because you say stupid squat. bit of all, we don't laugh with each other, or at least I don't joke with you. And sexual chemical science ? We don't have any chemical science, but what the fuck is sexual chemistry ?"

"Yeah, you shoot me down,"Marcus replied with a smirk."If you aren't joking with me at schooling all the prison term, then why do you have a big grin on your face whenever you joke ?"

"Again, I'm not fucking joking !"I said exasperated."I smile because former multitude hear what I say, and they laugh, so I laugh, because it's funny."

"There ya go, then. It's fuckin'funny, because it's a joke !"he said with a fit of laughter."And those people don't joke because you are funny. They laugh ‘ cause an jumpy biddy is trying to affront Priiiimetime !"

"Ugh !"I grunted loudly, crossing my arms even pixilated."Just close the fuck up."

We stopped by McDonald's, and Marcus ate the food that he ordered in the parking lot. The entire meter, I stared out the windowpane. quarrel weren't shared between us, but it was only because Mr. Loud Mouth himself was too occupy eating like a pig.

Shortly after he finished eating, we left, and he asked me for focusing to my house. As I disclosed to him where I lived, he startled me with something he said.

"Look, I say all the bullshit that I say because you are really pretty,"Marcus said in a very literal and life-threatening interpreter."I act like the way I do to print my friend and proceed my reputation as the slick, ballsy dude. But seriously, you are gorgeous, and I'm going to really neglect you when shoal is over with, because I won't have the same missy to jest with."

"You will just find some other girl to replace me,"I told him."There are tidy sum of other ‘ nervy beef'out there to clear cat calls at."I had my bitch cuticle still turned on.

"There won't be another Becky,"Marcus said with confidence. He slowed down with his driving, as nobody appeared to be behind us as there were no cars in front end of us."No other girl with the same silky smooth embrown pilus or the Same blueish-gray heart. .. oh, and don't get me started on that grin and those lips."

After hearing his compliment, I almost grinned, but I stopped myself. I hesitated for a patch. There was a brief silence. I didn't know what to say, really, but I kept thinking about how he would always say me that I was nervy. I didn't think I was, but his constant statements were drilled into my head.

"Do you really think I'm uptight ?"I asked."Be completely dependable. No joking this time."

"Honestly ? You really haven't gone out of your way to have fun in high school. You have spent all your time with that game boyfriend of yours without experiencing lifetime and just going out, saying ‘ piece of ass it'and having a full time. What's the trouble with that ?"

"I do consume a good time !"I said, defensively again, but he cut me off from continuing.

"You do ? All you ever do is record, study, read, hit the books. Lather, rinse, repetition. No admiration Jared used the excuse that he was ghastly. He's bored. I bet you don't even have a natural state bone in your body."

"I do so !"I emitted, unintentionally raising my voice a bit.

As we approached an hollow parking lot, Marcus glanced at me and said,"Prove it"as he pulled in.

"What ? What do you desire me to do ? !"I asked, justificative as the pits, just like before.

"You said you are violent and that you know how to receive a good time,"he accused me, as he pulled into a space in the desolate lot."You are just all lecture, aren't you ?"

"I have a boyfriend, Marcus, and besides, I'm no slut. I don't just sleep around !"

"You don't do anything. You are a pietistical bitch that talks the talk but can't walk the walk of life. You can't grip being called out. Admit it."

"Whatever, just take me home,"I said, crossing my arms again.

"So much for having a just time for one night that nobody else will find out about. Really, Becky ? mulct. If you want, I'll take you—"

I stopped him."Whatever, whatever, just. .. I'll rise it to you,"I said, as nervous as I was. I looked away and stared out the windowpane a lilliputian longer.

"OK, then,"Marcus said."Prove it."

He adjusted his seat and leaned back, crossed his sleeve behind his head and looked at me, waiting.

I leaned over towards him and felt the genitals of his pants with my right wing paw, supporting myself up with my left. I could feel his growing bulge as I started rubbing his hungry cock."I'm gon na consume off your pants,"I hissed, stating the obvious. He gave me an approving coup d'oeil, nodding, and observed with keen pastime, as I slowly pulled down his zip fastener, and subsequently his bloomers to about his knees.

I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I could feel myself becoming horny. A brawny spasm tore through my pussy as it tingled, emitting a tincture of icky juice as I felt it maculate the fabric of my red velvet panties.

I stroked Marcus's cock from the outside of his box, feeling it emerge in my hand, fully becoming erect."screw yeeeah ”, he softly groaned as he reached down and brushed my hair out of my face.

I grabbed his boxers by the waist and pulled them down, exposing his coffee dick. He was big, not huge ; what made me marvel at his prick was its firm thickness. I ran my fingertips up and down his cock, taking my thumb on one incline and my index and middle finger on the other, I stroked him, wanting to tease him just a little bit before giving him too a great deal stimulation.

I could evidence he was enjoying this, eagerly awaiting my lips to suffer his meaty peter. I leaned down and kissed the tip of his headway, tonguing the eye, before opening my mouth and wrapping my mouth fully around the top.

Slowly, I took him whole. All the way down, his prick met the backrest of my throat."Oh, fuck yeeeah, yeeeah ”, he said, cooing inescapable moans of transport. Up and down, I sucked him hard, tightly wrapped my lips around him as forcefully as I could, gripping him with all my might.

'' Oh, Becky. .. '' he emitted.

His moaning was so acute, I could no longer ignore my aching snatch. I was aroused to the distributor point of no return. I relinquished his cock, leaned back up and pulled down my sweaty, puss succus laden panties, before letting myself back down to take his cock back into my rima oris once more. I finger-fucked myself, not able to handle the tenseness anymore. I was so fucking horny.

I shoved two finger up my drenched pickle, curving them and repeatedly slashing them in and out. I moaned around his shaft as I slurped and slobbered all over him. My pussy juice was running down my legs, meeting his car tush. I was so wet that wet, watery noises emanated from my sweet twat with each entree of my dirty fingers.

I could n't get enough of Marcus's cock. I felt a droplet of precum in my mouth. I had no dubiousness that's what it was. I released him from my mouth once more, admiring the mess I had created, as my spit pervaded his dick and encompassed his big ball sack.

As I returned to suck him once again, he stopped me."I need to fuckin'taste you ”, he said, aggressively pushing me back against the hindquarters."Wait, let's get in the binding of the car."

He removed his knickers and his shirt, becoming completely nude person, as I made my way to the spinal column of the vehicle. He followed, and pulled up my cheerleading chick. As I lied in the backseat, he pushed the front seats forward, turned around and leaned in, not wasting any fourth dimension as he practically found my swollen clit instantly, pinching it and rubbing it in a circular movement. I was in euphoria. I could barely bear not cumming. I could feel it. Oh, fuck, I could feel it. Loud groan escaped from my mouth as he played with my pussy.

Marcus leaned in and took a big snuff."Damn, Becky, you smell fucking soundly,"he said."Ohhh !"I moaned.

"Eat me !"I demanded. He obliged, spreading the molds of my lips apart and shoving his tongue down into my quivering kitty-cat, sending me into a whirlwind of feelings, hardly capable to withhold my coming. He sloshed his tongue in and out of me while continuing to make my clit. The power behind my inevitable orgasm hit me like a jolt of lightning. My body shook and convulsed. He didn't even fucking let up ! He kept penetrating me with his big, wet, juicy glossa. Over and over again. I couldn't do anything about it."I'm cumming !"I yelled, with bout of joy forming in my oculus, as the orgasm's powerful spasm tore through my aching cunt. It was one of the most mighty orgasms ever. I moaned for what seemed same forever.

"Are you on nascency control ?"he asked."Yeah. .. yeah,"I said breathlessly, trying to regain my composure."Yeah, I'm on birth control."

"commodity. Now get on your articulatio genus and turn around !"Marcus eagerly demanded, as he hopped up, steadying himself with his right leg on the seat as I pushed myself up and directed my ass towards him. I was sweating, breathless, and wetter ever.

Situating himself behind me, he ran his deal all over the fluency of my big, brown, way too big Hispanic butt."This is what I'm talking about,"he said."This nooky ass. Becky 's incomparable ass !"

He rubbed the tip of his cock against my soaking wet pussy sass, again and again, in a consistent manner, lubricating himself with my dripping succus."Are you ready ?"he asked as I turned my head around, looked at him and gave him a nod of approval.

He pushed in, entering my tight hole with his midst, juicy, contraband cock."Oh, make out yes, take it !"he groaned, as he pushed himself in. My mouth was hanging wide open as I let out moan I couldn't clutch back. I felt my legs trembling as his kernel filled my pussy completely, burying himself inside of me all the way to the hilt.

He grabbed the English of my ass with both hands and began aggressively pulling me back and forth, with my ass meeting him with each abstruse thrust. He did this slowly, initially, picking up a nice, rhythmical stride as we shared groan. I met him cam stroke for chance event, as he picked up his yard. I was fucking a guy that I hated, but I didn't care. I simply didn't give a prick at that tip in time. I wanted to be physically dominated in every sense !

He built himself up to a rapid fastness, fucking me the way he wanted. It was sex ; it was visceral and animalistic. I tried keeping up with him, stroke for CVA, but he was just too damn fast. My fat ass cheeks repeatedly plopped against him with each ingress."Take it, you fuckin'slut, take it !"he repeated over and over again. expelling from my cunt began shooting out and flying all over the place.

Our speedy fucking was getting to the point of being too fast that it almost hurt. Harder and harder, he packed my vaginal walls, forcefully stimulating every facet of my pussy with his bulky blackened cock.

"I'm gon na fuckin'cum, Becky ! I'm gon na fuckin'cum !"Marcus let out.

He plowed me, drilling my formerly closely pussy as hard as he could. Then I felt it.

Pulling my ass against him, entering me as far and as hard as he could as I felt his cock beat, Marcus transported his viscous white seeded player from his spurting black prick into my hungry, welcoming pink pussy. I felt every finish drop curtain of his jism splutter as he completely emptied his fiery hot load into the deepness of my cunt tunnel.

He collapsed on top of me, allowing his Saint Peter the Apostle to soften before it slipped out of my wear out hole.

The both of us sweating and breathless, he cleared his throat.

"tinker's damn. .. it took until senior year, but I've finally fucked the last man to the mystifier,"he said with a big, proud grin.

"shtup you, asshole ! Just rent me home ! ”
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