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A well-manicured hand creeps from underneath a comforter. The goal of the hand is to reach the alarm clock that is ringing endlessly. The hand finds the clock and struggles to shut it off. It retreats back underneath the comforter that covers a queen size, four-poster bed made of oak. The owner of the hand is Sylvia Carter. She hides underneath the covers like it is her last refuge from this cold and cruel world. Sylvia pulls the covers from her face and stares at the ceiling. She is a young African-American around twenty-six years old. She has a light skin complexion, but just a little bit darker then Lisa Raye. Her hair is black and comes down past her shoulders. She has light green eyes.
Sylvia has not been able to sleep all night. She has slept off and on since getting into bed around eleven-thirty and has tossed and turned. Sylvia has a lot on her mind. Her break up with her fiancé has affected her more then she cares to realize. She will never forget the night that she came home from the hospital when she had surgery on one of her ovaries. Brian, her fiancé, was supposed to pick her up and take her home. It was raining hard that evening and Sylvia got tired of waiting. She had the nurse call her a cab and she went to her condo. When she got to her place, the lights were off. She crept around her living room softly calling for Brian. She climbed the stairs and it was almost as dark as the first floor, but there was a glow of light coming from underneath her bedroom door. At first she thought that Brian had planned something romantic for her. However, under strict doctors orders, she is not suppose to have sex for three weeks after her release. Sexual activity might break her stitches. Slowly, as she gets to the top of the stairs, she hears the moans and groans of another woman. Sylvia thinks that she is dreaming. She knows that she cannot hear what she thinks she hears. Maybe Brian is watching a porno movie or something, she says to herself. She reaches out to the doorknob and she hesitates for a moment. She is scared of what she might find on the other end of the door. She tries to calm her fears of what she thinks could be going on. Sylvia takes a deep breath and opens the door slightly and then she pushes the door all the way. Watching. Watching a woman who is bouncing up down on Brian’s dick. She looks around the room and sees drug paraphernalia, crack pipes and stems on the nightstand. She notices that her hand held mirror has tiny chucks of cocaine on it and a “fifty cents” lighter. She turns her attention back to the woman that is riding up and down on her fiancé. The girl is a dark-skinned woman. She is wearing a wig that is almost turned side ways and dripping with sweat. Her saggy tits are flopping up and down. She has her hands underneath her to give her some sort of balance. She is skinny to a point of anorexia. From what Cynthia can make out, this woman is a veteran crack head. Maybe she was beautiful at one time, but not now. She had scars on her face and arms. Her legs are dry and ashy. Yet, for a woman that is thin, she is riding Brian’s dick with an unbelievable force. She is staring straight ahead, like she is in a trance. The woman has not noticed that Sylvia is standing there watching her performance. Neither did Brian. Sylvia remembers the promise that Brian made about other women. He promised her that he would not sleep with them unless it was agreed upon and they shared her. Like the time that they in were Miami together and they shared a Cuban girl named Poncita. That was the mutual agreement that they had. Sylvia was not gay, but she did love to look at beautiful women. Sometimes, she would take Brian to strip clubs and pay for his lap dances. Watching another try to “do” her man turned her on. So much to a point where she would get in on the act and they both would straddle him. This would of course lead to other things. Especially when she would get a couple of lap dances her self. They would wind up taking the girl back to Sylvia’s place for a night of serious fucking that would last until the afternoon. One time, they had picked up a stripper and they both wore the girl out with all the fucking, sucking, licking and sexual attention. The girl wound up staying the weekend and did not go to work. Watching Brian fuck other women did something to Sylvia. It had gotten her so wet that if she touched her pussy at any time, she would cum. She loved seeing Brian’s hard and rigid dick go in and out of some poor girls pussy. He would demolish it with long hard strokes. Brian was a big man. He was about six-foot one. He had short, black wavy hair. He worked out five times a week doing various exercises of lifting weights and cardio. He had to keep his build up, because he was a second-string halfback for one the local New York football teams. Brian had a good nine-inch dick. He could last all night long because the endurance that he built up working out and playing sports. However, Sylvia was not turned on that night. She slowly backed out the room and wound up on the steps of her living room crying profusely. When Brian finished with the crack head, he walked down the stairs and looked at Sylvia. She looked up at him with her swollen eyes. He walked out of the condo and she has not seen or heard from him since. Some time later, the crack head came down the stairs and asked Sylvia for ten dollars for a cab to get home.
Sylvia looked over at the clock. It read five-thirty in the morning. Sylvia was not going to work today. She had taken off to plan for a little party that she was having. She felt that she needed something to take her mind off of her troubles. She knew that if she did not get some sleep soon, she was going to be crabby all day and she would not get anything accomplished. So she called on an old reliable. She reached over to her right side and took the remote to her flat screen TV that hung on the wall facing her bed. She turned it on and watched the weather for a moment. Then she reached over and got the remote for her DVD player. She turned the power on and then with the TV remote she turned the channel that would let her watch the DVD. She signaled the DVD to play her favorite porno movie, “Hammerjack Black Number Eight.” She loved her porno and she loved Hammerjack Black most of all. Hammerjack was famous for being the biggest porno stars ever. Big as in size. Hammerjack is six-foot four. Two hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle. He has a very dark complexion. So dark that it looked like he greased his body in petroleum jelly before every scene. He possessed a dick that stood out eleven inches long and two inches in diameter. He would not fuck women, he would punish them to death. One time he fucked this white woman until her pussy started to bleed. Many women that have tried to take him on found their throats sore after trying to deep throat him. He got to a point that he could only fuck women that were six feet and over. They had to be Amazon type women, with deep pussies. No woman less than six feet would go near him, because they knew that they could not survive a session of hammering. Those who did would choke on the gallons of cum that came shooting through his massive pipe. Hammer loved fucking white girls the most, because he would fuck them into submission. Punishing them for all the years of slavery that their ancestors had done to blacks. The one particular scene that always did the job for Sylvia was the scene with Jack and Mary Jo. A five-nine white girl with natural tit’s and brown hair tied into two pony tails. She had done many scenes with Jack and sometimes would last. Then there were the times that Jack put his back into it and blew her away. Sylvia, while not caring for white women fucking black men or black men fucking white women, enjoyed them together because she could take the punishment and that made for a more enjoyable show. In this scene, Mary Jo was on her back, with Jack underneath. His black night stick is shoved up her ass, balls deep. She has her left hand holding up her left leg for a better cam shot. Jack is taking his time. Guiding his slick rod deep within her anus. Mary is licking her right finger tips and slowly rubbing her clit. Then she takes a finger and sticks it inside her, as her head falls back in ecstasy. She picks up her head and turns to Jack and asks him to pull out. When he honors the request, she takes the pre-cum from the tip of his dick, it’s a lot, and puts it on her clit, like it is Vaseline. With all the strength she has, she whispers for him to put it back in her ass. Of course, Jack obliges. This scene is intense. Jack has punished a lot of women, but the chemistry between him and Mary is something else. There are feelings involved. Sylvia senses this.
There are two ways that Sylvia achieves her orgasm. One way is with her “Rabbit”. That tool is used for a quick “get-off”. But this morning, because of the shit she has going on in her head, she needs a deep, body shaking, tumor to burst her brain and send her into a deep sleep. Caught up with the sex scene before her on her giant TV, she turns up the sound slightly and props pillows under her head for support. Sylvia takes her left hand and parts her pussy lips, just so to expose her clit that remains in under her hood. She hacks her throat somewhat to gather mucus and salvia and catches it in her mouth. She sticks out her tongue and with her right thumb and index finger, takes the spit off and rolls it between. Then she takes it and very slowly, rubs her clit. Slowly. She listens to Mary Jo reach heights of ecstasy that she has never seen before in a porno. She listens for Jack, who is usually screaming at women, talk in a low mono-tone voice, asking Mary if it is in far enough for her. All Mary has the strength to do is nod.
Sylvia is still working her clit. Slowly. What she is attempting to do is bring it out so that she does not have to spread her lips. And it works. Her clit responds to the tiny circles, by expanding and standing out on its own. Now for the second part to the madness she wants to achieve. She pulls back her robe and takes her left index finger and thumb and gets more saliva and slowly works her left nipple. This too, responds by standing erect. Sylvia is on her way. With the sounds she hears coming from the TV and all the torment going on in her mind, she finds a path towards an eruption that will put over the edge and drop her. She is in tune with Mary’s orgasm and both their backs are arched. Like clock work, Sylvia opens her eyes to see the finish. With tears in her eyes, Mary looks over at Jack as if to say, she loves him, and tells him to watch what this session does for her. She sticks a finger in her anus to accompany Jack’s tool and wriggles it. Jack’s eyes are wide open from this new sensation. She sticks another finger to join the first one. She now has two fingers in her anus and two fingers in her pussy and the thumb is rubbing her clit. She continues to look at Jack and tells him that it is he that is doing this to her. She squeezes her eyes shut and with the force of a woman giving birth, pushes out a blast of cum juice in the air. Jack sees this and let’s a out a scream that comes from the deepest part of his soul. He cums all in Mary’s ass and starts to drill until he is shooting blood. Mary is continuing to finger herself to sheer abandon until she passes out from the exhaustion, but not before telling Jack that she loves him. Sylvia caught up in the wave of feelings that Jack and Mary just shared, arches her back to the point of breakage. She screams Jack’s name and shoots two blasts of cum fluid across the bed and almost hits the TV hanging on her wall. She lays there having convulsions and starts to get a headache. She is crying. Her body is in pain from the traumatic stress she has just put it through. She lies in the bed, soaking wet and curses herself because she can’t move from the spot. But she refuses to beat herself up over the mess she caused. To bring solace to herself, she quietly repeats that she loves Jack, over and over again.
A well-manicured hand creeps from underneath a comforter. The goal of the hand is to reach the alarm clock that is ringing endlessly. The hand finds the clock and struggles to shut it off. It retreats back underneath the comforter that covers a queen size, four-poster bed made of oak. The owner of the hand is Sylvia Carter. She hides underneath the covers like it is her last refuge from this cold and cruel world. Sylvia pulls the covers from her face and stares at the ceiling. She is a young African-American around twenty-six years old. She has a light skin complexion, but just a little bit darker then Lisa Raye. Her hair is black and comes down past her shoulders. She has light green eyes.
Sylvia has not been able to sleep all night. She has slept off and on since getting into bed around eleven-thirty and has tossed and turned. Sylvia has a lot on her mind. Her break up with her fiancé has affected her more then she cares to realize. She will never forget the night that she came home from the hospital when she had surgery on one of her ovaries. Brian, her fiancé, was supposed to pick her up and take her home. It was raining hard that evening and Sylvia got tired of waiting. She had the nurse call her a cab and she went to her condo. When she got to her place, the lights were off. She crept around her living room softly calling for Brian. She climbed the stairs and it was almost as dark as the first floor, but there was a glow of light coming from underneath her bedroom door. At first she thought that Brian had planned something romantic for her. However, under strict doctors orders, she is not suppose to have sex for three weeks after her release. Sexual activity might break her stitches. Slowly, as she gets to the top of the stairs, she hears the moans and groans of another woman. Sylvia thinks that she is dreaming. She knows that she cannot hear what she thinks she hears. Maybe Brian is watching a porno movie or something, she says to herself. She reaches out to the doorknob and she hesitates for a moment. She is scared of what she might find on the other end of the door. She tries to calm her fears of what she thinks could be going on. Sylvia takes a deep breath and opens the door slightly and then she pushes the door all the way. Watching. Watching a woman who is bouncing up down on Brian’s dick. She looks around the room and sees drug paraphernalia, crack pipes and stems on the nightstand. She notices that her hand held mirror has tiny chucks of cocaine on it and a “fifty cents” lighter. She turns her attention back to the woman that is riding up and down on her fiancé. The girl is a dark-skinned woman. She is wearing a wig that is almost turned side ways and dripping with sweat. Her saggy tits are flopping up and down. She has her hands underneath her to give her some sort of balance. She is skinny to a point of anorexia. From what Cynthia can make out, this woman is a veteran crack head. Maybe she was beautiful at one time, but not now. She had scars on her face and arms. Her legs are dry and ashy. Yet, for a woman that is thin, she is riding Brian’s dick with an unbelievable force. She is staring straight ahead, like she is in a trance. The woman has not noticed that Sylvia is standing there watching her performance. Neither did Brian. Sylvia remembers the promise that Brian made about other women. He promised her that he would not sleep with them unless it was agreed upon and they shared her. Like the time that they in were Miami together and they shared a Cuban girl named Poncita. That was the mutual agreement that they had. Sylvia was not gay, but she did love to look at beautiful women. Sometimes, she would take Brian to strip clubs and pay for his lap dances. Watching another try to “do” her man turned her on. So much to a point where she would get in on the act and they both would straddle him. This would of course lead to other things. Especially when she would get a couple of lap dances her self. They would wind up taking the girl back to Sylvia’s place for a night of serious fucking that would last until the afternoon. One time, they had picked up a stripper and they both wore the girl out with all the fucking, sucking, licking and sexual attention. The girl wound up staying the weekend and did not go to work. Watching Brian fuck other women did something to Sylvia. It had gotten her so wet that if she touched her pussy at any time, she would cum. She loved seeing Brian’s hard and rigid dick go in and out of some poor girls pussy. He would demolish it with long hard strokes. Brian was a big man. He was about six-foot one. He had short, black wavy hair. He worked out five times a week doing various exercises of lifting weights and cardio. He had to keep his build up, because he was a second-string halfback for one the local New York football teams. Brian had a good nine-inch dick. He could last all night long because the endurance that he built up working out and playing sports. However, Sylvia was not turned on that night. She slowly backed out the room and wound up on the steps of her living room crying profusely. When Brian finished with the crack head, he walked down the stairs and looked at Sylvia. She looked up at him with her swollen eyes. He walked out of the condo and she has not seen or heard from him since. Some time later, the crack head came down the stairs and asked Sylvia for ten dollars for a cab to get home.
Sylvia looked over at the clock. It read five-thirty in the morning. Sylvia was not going to work today. She had taken off to plan for a little party that she was having. She felt that she needed something to take her mind off of her troubles. She knew that if she did not get some sleep soon, she was going to be crabby all day and she would not get anything accomplished. So she called on an old reliable. She reached over to her right side and took the remote to her flat screen TV that hung on the wall facing her bed. She turned it on and watched the weather for a moment. Then she reached over and got the remote for her DVD player. She turned the power on and then with the TV remote she turned the channel that would let her watch the DVD. She signaled the DVD to play her favorite porno movie, “Hammerjack Black Number Eight.” She loved her porno and she loved Hammerjack Black most of all. Hammerjack was famous for being the biggest porno stars ever. Big as in size. Hammerjack is six-foot four. Two hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle. He has a very dark complexion. So dark that it looked like he greased his body in petroleum jelly before every scene. He possessed a dick that stood out eleven inches long and two inches in diameter. He would not fuck women, he would punish them to death. One time he fucked this white woman until her pussy started to bleed. Many women that have tried to take him on found their throats sore after trying to deep throat him. He got to a point that he could only fuck women that were six feet and over. They had to be Amazon type women, with deep pussies. No woman less than six feet would go near him, because they knew that they could not survive a session of hammering. Those who did would choke on the gallons of cum that came shooting through his massive pipe. Hammer loved fucking white girls the most, because he would fuck them into submission. Punishing them for all the years of slavery that their ancestors had done to blacks. The one particular scene that always did the job for Sylvia was the scene with Jack and Mary Jo. A five-nine white girl with natural tit’s and brown hair tied into two pony tails. She had done many scenes with Jack and sometimes would last. Then there were the times that Jack put his back into it and blew her away. Sylvia, while not caring for white women fucking black men or black men fucking white women, enjoyed them together because she could take the punishment and that made for a more enjoyable show. In this scene, Mary Jo was on her back, with Jack underneath. His black night stick is shoved up her ass, balls deep. She has her left hand holding up her left leg for a better cam shot. Jack is taking his time. Guiding his slick rod deep within her anus. Mary is licking her right finger tips and slowly rubbing her clit. Then she takes a finger and sticks it inside her, as her head falls back in ecstasy. She picks up her head and turns to Jack and asks him to pull out. When he honors the request, she takes the pre-cum from the tip of his dick, it’s a lot, and puts it on her clit, like it is Vaseline. With all the strength she has, she whispers for him to put it back in her ass. Of course, Jack obliges. This scene is intense. Jack has punished a lot of women, but the chemistry between him and Mary is something else. There are feelings involved. Sylvia senses this.
There are two ways that Sylvia achieves her orgasm. One way is with her “Rabbit”. That tool is used for a quick “get-off”. But this morning, because of the shit she has going on in her head, she needs a deep, body shaking, tumor to burst her brain and send her into a deep sleep. Caught up with the sex scene before her on her giant TV, she turns up the sound slightly and props pillows under her head for support. Sylvia takes her left hand and parts her pussy lips, just so to expose her clit that remains in under her hood. She hacks her throat somewhat to gather mucus and salvia and catches it in her mouth. She sticks out her tongue and with her right thumb and index finger, takes the spit off and rolls it between. Then she takes it and very slowly, rubs her clit. Slowly. She listens to Mary Jo reach heights of ecstasy that she has never seen before in a porno. She listens for Jack, who is usually screaming at women, talk in a low mono-tone voice, asking Mary if it is in far enough for her. All Mary has the strength to do is nod.
Sylvia is still working her clit. Slowly. What she is attempting to do is bring it out so that she does not have to spread her lips. And it works. Her clit responds to the tiny circles, by expanding and standing out on its own. Now for the second part to the madness she wants to achieve. She pulls back her robe and takes her left index finger and thumb and gets more saliva and slowly works her left nipple. This too, responds by standing erect. Sylvia is on her way. With the sounds she hears coming from the TV and all the torment going on in her mind, she finds a path towards an eruption that will put over the edge and drop her. She is in tune with Mary’s orgasm and both their backs are arched. Like clock work, Sylvia opens her eyes to see the finish. With tears in her eyes, Mary looks over at Jack as if to say, she loves him, and tells him to watch what this session does for her. She sticks a finger in her anus to accompany Jack’s tool and wriggles it. Jack’s eyes are wide open from this new sensation. She sticks another finger to join the first one. She now has two fingers in her anus and two fingers in her pussy and the thumb is rubbing her clit. She continues to look at Jack and tells him that it is he that is doing this to her. She squeezes her eyes shut and with the force of a woman giving birth, pushes out a blast of cum juice in the air. Jack sees this and let’s a out a scream that comes from the deepest part of his soul. He cums all in Mary’s ass and starts to drill until he is shooting blood. Mary is continuing to finger herself to sheer abandon until she passes out from the exhaustion, but not before telling Jack that she loves him. Sylvia caught up in the wave of feelings that Jack and Mary just shared, arches her back to the point of breakage. She screams Jack’s name and shoots two blasts of cum fluid across the bed and almost hits the TV hanging on her wall. She lays there having convulsions and starts to get a headache. She is crying. Her body is in pain from the traumatic stress she has just put it through. She lies in the bed, soaking wet and curses herself because she can’t move from the spot. But she refuses to beat herself up over the mess she caused. To bring solace to herself, she quietly repeats that she loves Jack, over and over again.
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Invictus its a common technique for teachers to grade on content and form. Content 
form not quite.
... WHOAH ... that story was really intense ... DANG ... finish it ... quick
