1. Chronicles of Coxville. Hunting for black dicks. Chapter 1
  2. Chronicles of Coxville. Hunting for black dicks. Chapter 2

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“I hope Kitty will have no problems!” Thought Jenny Summers when she heard the voice of the speaker on the speakerphone.

Jenny was sitting at the table in her small office and swaying with her right hand. From the side it might seem that she performs some kind of physical exercise. In part, this was true, only the dumbbells served her as a “shell”, but a black dildo of impressive size. Since Jenny first tried the trainer Black's huge nigga cock, she tried at every free moment to train the muscles of the vagina so that she could please her insatiable black lover at every meeting with the most tight girth. Mrs. Summers bought the largest “toy” in a local adult store, but her beloved stallion’s monstrous dimensions to a 20-centimeter dildo were still very far away.

“Maybe my girl needs help? - worried caring mother, but then straightened herself - but I can not leave now. Coach Black will come here from minute to minute to satisfy my excited pussy. ”

The black fucker really made Jenny another date in her office, and nothing could make her give up the pleasure of a new encounter with this amazing man. For a week now Mrs. Summers didn’t seem to belong to herself. An adult married woman meekly responded to the very first call of this brutal black male, who conquered her mind and body with her fantastic sexual abilities. Thirst frenzied orgasms, which gave her a huge bolt coach completely squeezed out of consciousness Jenny thought about work, her husband, her daughter ... She knew that each time becoming more and more trouble-free white slut for horny rough nigga, but I could not bring do about it. The buzz from the fact that the giant black prick with a wild force beats into her womb, has become for her more important than anything else.

Jenny heard someone grab the door handle on the outside.

- Come in, coach! - the woman immediately responded with a voice that was slightly shrunk from excitement.

The door swung open and wide, and amazed, Jenny saw not her lover on the threshold, but the two Coxville High guards. They were black guys in the same dark blue uniform. Jenny did not know their names, although, of course, she constantly met them in the corridors of the school. It always seemed to her that this couple of niggas was getting paid for outright idleness. All their “work” came down to the fact that they hung around for hours and brazenly peered at pretty students. They especially liked white girls. Mrs. Summers repeatedly heard the two men discussing in full voice some girl who had just passed them by. At the same time, they used such expressions that were completely out of place in the educational institution. A couple of times they have commented on the appearance of Jenny herself. When she first heard behind her, what exactly words they expressed their admiration for a gorgeous gym teacher, a nasty chill of disgust ran down her back. From these black idiots literally bore unbridled vulgarity. Sometimes Jenny thought that these idiotic "guards" themselves would be worth guarding Coxville High students. However, after a close acquaintance with coach Black, Mrs. Summers became much more supportive of black men, and now she met unexpected visitors with a charming, friendly smile. She moved as close as possible to the table, hoisting large breasts on him, only one third hidden by a red T-shirt with a deep triangular neckline. She folded her arms in front of her. Thick long dildo remained in her.

“How can I help you, gentlemen?” - continuing to smile, coquettishly asked Mrs. Summers.

“The trainer sent us,” the low fat guard, whose face had at least some signs of intelligence, unlike his lanky, stupid partner, roughly murmured in reply, “he said that you would take care of us.”

The second, slender, tall, tall man with huge, as if turned out lips, motionlessly stood next to his friend and was honored only with an inexpressive nod of an elongated bald head. His eyes, not disfigured by the intellect, shamelessly stared at Mrs. Summers' chic, magnificent bust.

- In what sense? - Jenny tried to give her voice a serious businesslike tone.

Only now she noticed that the guards on the shirts had pinned badges with names. Fat man, it turns out, was called Jerome, and the second - Deon.

Before answering, niggas without an invitation went around the table and approached Jenny closely from both sides. Deon put his black paw on her shoulder and turned it abruptly back to the table. For a moment there was complete silence in the office, and still genuinely perplexed, Mrs. Summers heard a few drops fall from the floor of her vagina, in which the artificial black member still stuck. Before each meeting with coach Black, Jenny flowed like a real bitch, although she had never had such heavy discharge when she was excited.

***

In addition to the red T-shirt on the skater trainer, there was only a short white skirt with a long slit on the left thigh, while walking seductively exposing her juicy slender leg, white knees to the middle of the calf and white sneakers. It was the uniform of the Coxes support group, which was once personally approved by coach Black. He also selected the size of this clothing for each of the girls. Some were outraged that the T-shirts turned out to be too tight for them, the cut-outs on them were too deep, and the skirts were obscenely short, but no one dared to voice their displeasure to the harsh thugger coach. Since then, the cheerleaders from Coxville High have consistently attracted much more spectators to the stadium, where their team played, than before the arrival of Black. Their performances before and after the game, as well as in the breaks between the periods, aroused the interest of the public even more than the sporting competition itself. All the cheerleader girls were in great physical shape. Each could boast an outstanding volume of the bust and taut figure. In combination with the frankly sexy uniforms, this made a real sensation in the stands every time. With the introduction of a new form for the support group, the popularity of “Coke” in the city increased to an unprecedented limit, and the men from the black quarters of Coxville were now at their full game, including very young teenagers and old people.

Closing up with Jenny Summers' fucker, Coach Black already for the second day of their relationship forbade her to wear underwear at work, and on the third she ordered all members of the support group to get rid of bras and panties for the next Cox game.

- Let the little bitches show the goods face! - he muttered, - even more men will gather to stare at their damn tits and pink cunt, and then my guys will have the biggest army of fans. O yes!..

Jenny did not object to her black lover, but on the contrary, she only diligently nodded then in response to his dirty idea, trying to thrust deeper into the excessively long trunk of her beloved man ...

***

Deon lowered his gaze and involuntarily opened his big mouth, looking like on a pink fold, tightly compressing a thick black dildo, flowing natural lubricant of a luxurious white woman.

“Black lost to poker last week.” He said, you will work, - putting his hefty hands on his hips, he cursed Jerome.

“I'm not a prostitute, boys,” Jenny tried to make an innocent smile.

Both Negroes literally rested on both sides of her bust with bulging pants.Even the dense fabric of uniform trousers could not cope with the wild onslaught emanating from the inside. Jenny still believed that this was a sort of practical joke.

But here Deon extended his long, sinewy hand and in one sharp movement pulled the artificial elda out of her pussy. Wet hole expressively and juicy smacked, releasing ...

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