College Hoops

I spent the entire summer training my ass off and it's time to prove myself, Kristin thought as she stood on the basketball court watching her teammates shoot around.

Going to the state university had been a bit of a culture shock for Kristin. She came from a small town where everyone she knew was white. She was the superstar of her basketball team and received a full scholarship to play at State. Standing 5'9" tall she was a prototypical point guard. Dribbling through cones all summer and shooting free throws until the rim looked like a hula-hoop was all she did. Now it was time to see if her hard work was going to pay off.

Looking around she was surprised to see that she was one of two white girls. The other white girl was six foot eight and looked like a linebacker. She was slow but overpowering down in the post and Kristin liked her aggression. There's my ticket, she thought, I'll just feed her the ball all year and we'll be ranked heading into March Madness- the countrywide basketball tournament held every year to determine the best school in the nation.

Kristin immediately noticed that she had serious competition. All around her black girls impressed her with quick crossover moves and perfect jump shots. She did everything she could to keep up, but knew she had a lot of work ahead of her if she was going to be a starter her freshmen year. Still, nothing was going to deter her from taking that spot.

After practice the girls went to the showers. Kristin sidled up next to the other white girl in the locker room, where she felt most comfortable. She had black girls getting undressed on all sides of her. Kristin had never seen a black girl naked before and now she was surrounded by them. The first thing she noticed was that their nipples were black, instead of pink like all the other girls on her high school basketball team. Their bodies were thin without an ounce of fat on them and their behinds were curvaceous. They seemed to pay little attention to her, but she did catch a couple girls glimpsing at her breasts. Kristin had large breasts for being so thin herself. She'd always enjoyed the attention she received with her sexy Dutch face and big breasts, though she wasn't one to admit it.

Stepping into the shower Kristin was used to girls giggling and talking about boys, but the content of the black girls' conversations was new to her. She was used to the girls back home talking about which boy had the sexiest car and who they wanted to ask them to prom. These black girls were much more explicit. She couldn't help but overhear her new teammates as she washed the sweat from her long auburn hair.

"Girl, I know you've been getting' freaky with Dewan and his big cock all summer, don't deny it. That brotha can sure turn a sistah out!"

She overheard another girl talking in an entirely different conversation. "He loves my booty, girl. I was ridin' him before practice and he had both hands on my ass the whole time. When I came he pulled my ass cheeks apart and I felt like I was in a different world!"

Kristin showered a little too quickly and was out of the shower almost without being noticed. Back at her locker one of the girls approached her. With a towel now wrapped around her, Kristin noticed the girl approach her stark naked.

"What's wrong, honey? Feeling a little out of place? You sure showered quick." The tall, intimidating girls asked her.

"I'm sorry", Kristin apologized meekly, "this is all a bit of a culture shock for me. We only had one family that was... you know..."

"Black?"

The girl laughed at Kristin when her face turned a shade of pink. "Well, I saw you on the court and you've got talent. You could be an All-American if you keep working at it, but there are so many temptations in college; drugs, drinking, sex... especially sex."

She laughed again and Kristin was very sheepish now. Her new teammate watched her as Kristin looked like she was counting the tiles on the floor.

"Don't worry, honey. We have a team dinner tonight to get to know one another. It's still pretty early in the school year so we're all heading to a house party. I know you'll fit in and have a gooood time." The black girl grinned knowingly. The other girls grinned too while they all looked at Kristin. The new girl from the segregated small school turned and buried her head in her locker, clearly uncomfortable.

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That night at dinner Kristin was mostly quiet as her new teammates joked and laughed the whole meal. She was wearing a deep purple dress that modestly showed off her large breasts. It looked fantastic with her complexion and auburn hair. The conversation started with basketball and several of them complimented Kristin about how skilled she is. Quickly the topic switched to boys. Kristin listened, but kept her mouth shut.

"Who do you think has the biggest dick on the team?" said a shorter girl in the middle of the table. Everyone knew she was referring to State's men's basketball team.

The girls laughed when one of them grabbed the ketchup bottle and waved it around. Another one asked how long the legs on the table were. Finally one of the girls said "I can't even fit Tyrell's cock all the way in my mouth!"

A couple girls moaned in agreement, but some seemed to disagree. One spoke up. "Justin's cock has to be the biggest on the team. I swear I squirted for the first time in my life when he took me doggie."

Another spoke up. "I bet Jordan is at least eleven inches long. When I was riding him my stomach was doing flips."

Several of the girls agreed and Kristin wondered how many of these guys they passed around. It wasn't the same back home, where only one or two girls were ever with more than one boy.

"Hey new girl, how about you? How big is the biggest dick you've ever had?"

All the girls were looking at Kristin now and she wanted to hide under the table. "Well I've only had one boyfriend and he was pretty big."

"How big?" The girl asked curtly.

Kristin paused to think about it. "I don't know... I think his penis was six or seven inches."

Some of the girls laughed a bit but most just smiled. Kristin's face turned red again when the black girl who approached her in the locker room spoke up. "Well we'll introduce you to some men tonight, girl. You can thank us later."

With that all the girls roared and Kristin turned back to her meal. She wasn't sure what she'd gotten herself into now. Her ex-boyfriend broke up with her because he was moving to Florida for college and she was newly single. She didn't think she was ready for another relationship and couldn't imagine having a one night stand.

I'll just get through tonight then focus on school and basketball for the rest of the semester, she thought to herself. One of the girls ordered a round of shots. After the shot and her Long Island half empty, she was feeling pretty tipsy.

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When Kristin stepped through the front door of the house party she felt immediately out of place. Rap music was shaking the room and a sea of black bodies was dancing so close together it looked like one large mass all intertwined. The black guys either had both hands on girl's breasts and down their shorts or one hand was gripping fifths of Grey Goose or Hennessey. Smoke fogged up the room and Kristin was blasted in the face by the stench of Marijuana.

Back home a wild party was when someone brought a case of beer. Rock music usually played in the background as everyone sat around in someone's parents' basement and talked about the football game that week or who was on Letterman. Nothing in her small town could've prepared her for college life.

There were a handful of white girls and two white boys she recognized from the basketball team. Several of the black guys had their shirts off and they were all muscled. She didn't see an ounce of fat on any of them. The way everyone was grinding on each other Kristin briefly wondered if you could get pregnant that way. She wasn't that naïve, but if it was possible, that would be how to do it.

Kristin saw the black girl from the locker room pass through the mass of bodies and head to the kitchen. Kristin decided it was in her best interest to follow her. Passing through the crowd she had a tough time passing through. Not very assertive, Kristin got caught on the dance floor before finally pushing her way past. Once in the kitchen her teammate was all smiles, waiting for her. She handed her a mixed drink and saw the worry in her face.

"Don't worry Kristin, it's just like a Long Island," her teammate declared, "By the way, this is my friend Durrell."

Kristin looked up at the first black guy she'd ever been introduced to. He was very tall and Kristin was struck by his good looks. He had close-cropped hair and a tank top that seemed like it would burst from the muscles one on top of another. He looked carved from granite and was the biggest man she'd ever seen. His smile was radiant.

"Hi" was all Kristen could muster as his hand enveloped hers. He was so strong and smelled of musk. It was the first smell Kristin truly enjoyed since walking into the party.

"Hi Kristin." Durrell's voice reminded her of the bass booming in the next room. "Tasha told me you were stunning, but holy cow! Man, am I glad you wore that dress tonight."

Kristin was starting to make a habit of blushing as she felt her knees grow weak. She had no idea black men were so sexy. Even her ex-boyfriend hadn't wooed her like this after just a few words.

"Come dance with me, Kristin," as Durrell broke the silence and held out his hand for her to follow.

They approached the dance floor and were soon swallowed by the sea of dancers. Kristin wasn't used to dancing so close as her pelvis grinded with Durrell's. Her face was level with his perfect pectorals and her breasts brushed the top of his abdomen. Even if she wanted to get away, there was nowhere to go. Still holding her drink, she took an extra big gulp because it was full and spilling a bit. Immediately she felt the warmth of the alcohol coarse through her body and noticed her temperature rise.

Durrell was sweating and so was she as she inhaled the musk in his tank top. He grabbed Kristin around her waist as their bodies met. She felt what seemed like a cucumber in his shorts as it brushed her clitoris. A shock wave rising from her vagina took her off guard and she would've lost her balance if he hadn't been holding her. Kristin was in a daze as his hand brushed the top of her buttocks.

Durrell reached around his back and with one hand whisked off his tank top. Kristin's clitoris was being smashed by Durrell's dick, her now-erect nipples were piercing her deep purple dress and with his shirt off she was staring at the upper-body of a Greek god. As she stared at his body Durrell tossed his top across the room and grabbed Kristin's ass with both hands as he raised her up to eye-level.

Completely lost in the moment, Kristin stared into Durrell's eyes and lust conquered any reservations she might be fighting. Her neatly-manicured, delicate hands rested on his bulging shoulders. Her mind raced with whispers of precaution and fidelity, but as she stared into his eyes those thoughts were drowned by feelings of wanton passion and unadulterated attraction. His lips hungered with rapture as they locked with hers and she was floating. Instinctively, unlike she'd ever felt, her legs wrapped around his perfectly sculpted ass as she heard men cheering and girls whistling around her.

Time stopped as their tongues tangoed to the sound of rhythm and blues-laced erotica bursting from the sound system. Soon the music trailed off and Kristin felt as though she was being lifted through the clouds. Durrell was carrying her up the stairs and down a dark hallway. He pushed his bedroom door open with one hand, never breaking stride. He laid her down on his bed as he kicked the door closed behind him.

Now the music was a low growl. Kristin was staring up at Durrell with her eyes fixated on his perfect form. Durrell meanwhile stared down at this gorgeous Dutch beauty and couldn't help but admire a body that years of sweating under a basketball net perfected and the luscious breasts only brilliant genetics can conjure.

Durell lifted her shoulders off the bed. Kristin surprised herself again as she pressed her hands along his waist and nuzzled her face in his pecs. He unzipped her dress and lifted it in one swoop over her head. He stopped again to look at her hourglass waist and could feel his cock throbbing and filling its cotton stronghold to burst. Kristin watched him stare in yearning as she reached back and unclasped her bra. His smile was wide and she blushed once again, his eyes fixed. Her breasts filled her chest and her nipples were cutting through the air like fighter jets. Her areolas were small around her nipples, which were harder than she could ever remember by far.

Kristin felt his weight above her and it was so sweetly suffocating. Their bare bodies touched for the first time as their sweat intermingled. Her hands felt the muscles in his back and he moaned deeply as her nipples poked his chest. He grinded his cock up and down her clit through his boxers and her soaked panties with long slow strokes. Kristin was more attracted to this man than any she'd met before and the fluids gushing from her pussy were proving it. Both were moaning into each other's mouths now as she spread her legs wide allowing him an all-access pass to her budding pussy lips and engorged bud.

Tensions were heated as Kristin had one hand in Durrell's short hair while the other explored the side of his pectorals, obliques and abdominals chiseled in stone. She felt the top of his huge cock head and wrapped her hand around it. Durrell followed suit, gripping a breast succulently, sucking on her neck, her earlobe and the crevice between her neck and collarbone. Both breathed deeply and moaned their approval as they played each others' erogenous zones like ivory piano keys. With his other hand Durrell pushed Kristin's panties down to her knees and she nuzzled them off while pulling his boxers down at the same time. The head of Durrell's dick rested just above her pussy as he pulled his boxers completely off.

He looked Kristin in the eyes for a moment as he towered over her naked. She looked down and stared at his enormous cock for the first time as it hung over her pussy in all its epic proportions. She gripped it firmly and stroked its full length as Durrell buried his face in her neck. He raised his head and looked into her eyes.

Durrell smiled with confidence, knowing just how well Kristin was going to get fucked tonight. His eyes promised a night she'll never forget. That look alone set off a volcano of yearning, coursing through every vein in her body. They locked eyes as she directed his love muscle into her most private treasure. She took her black Adonis passionately, savoring every feeling of this new experience.

He was able to get about four inches into her without resistance because she was so soaked. The look on her face as he rhythmically moved in and out of those four inches was perfect. She loved it already and he hadn't even started yet. Kristin kept raising her shoulders up to kiss him as he pushed a quarter-inch more with every stroke. Soon she was panting and couldn't hold herself up to kiss him for long.

Durrell was in about six inches now and pumping faster. Kristin kept trying to launch herself up to kiss him as she held his shoulders. Between the passionate fucking and the chemical reaction in her body she could only get high enough to lick at his neck. Her panting turned to constant moaning as Durrell pistoned in and out of her. The sheets were muffled and Kristin had to put one hand on the headboard.

Durrell was sweating now and the beads were dropping from his chin and the side of his face. They landed on Kristin's breasts. She had one hand on the headboard and the other was roaming over Durrell's pectorals, pinching his nipples and grabbing the muscles in his pecs. Her fingertips flicked over his ridiculously toned stomach and hard obliques. Meanwhile Kristin was at full temperature and her pussy was screaming like an opera singer finishing her act. She stared at his perfect body and the black iron rod going deeper and deeper. Soon she closed her eyes and flew her head back. Her final coherent thought was her of her pussy clenching and the realization that this was one of the most enjoyable moments of her entire life.

Durrell stared down at Kristin and watched amusingly as she came. He had to admit that the girl was beautiful with the slightly rouge Dutch complexion and gorgeous breasts. She was in excellent shape and couldn't remember the last time a girl enjoyed his dick this much. He always loved it when a girl felt his dick for the first time, but he knew she must have been pretty sheltered sexually to react this way. He knew that he was going to make a semester out of giving this girl the best dick of her lifetime.

Kristin descended from her lofty mountaintop of orgasms and her head cleared enough to stare up at Durrell's stunning face. She wondered for a brief moment if she was falling in love with him. She knew for a fact that she loved sex with him unlike anything she'd ever loved before. Durrell noticed the way she was looking at him and decided it was time to really fuck her silly. He pulled one of her legs up around his shoulder and let the other one flap around about two feet off the bed. He told her to grab his arms as she looked up half-panicked. Immediately he rocketed in and out of her as fast as he could and she was shaking immediately. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and within seconds he could feel her pussy contracting around his cock.

Kristin screamed like she never had before and came repeatedly. Durrell fucked and fucked for at least five minutes. He pulled out and spent his seed all over her stomach, though some flew up onto her chin and cheek. Kristin just lay on the bed like a ragdoll with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes to an all-new world. Looking over at Durrell she watched as he put his pants on. She was scared to death.

"You can't leave me!" she yelled at him with more strength than she knew she had after such a fucking.

He laughed and said "I'm not done with you yet baby, but the party's still on. I want to see what you can really do on that dance floor."

She smiled "I don't know if I can even move after that."

He frowned "Well you want me to call a cab for you?"

"NO!" she raised herself up off the bed completely naked and walked over to him. Slowly she straddled his lap and let her hand roam around on his shoulders and pecs. She'd grown up sexually by about four years in the last hour and a half. "That was the best fuck of my life Durrell. I will never get tired of sex like that. Let's go make everyone downstairs jealous."

She pushed him down on the bed and kissed at his neck, then his lips. She rolled off him after a minute and started to put her panties on.

Durrell grinned "Leave those here Kristin. You can have them back later tonight."

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