Making the Team/Go alone, beat up everyone, Jada
You scooch John's arm out of the way with your foot and head towards the basement. Everything feels different all of a sudden. Just a little while ago, you were a window-peeping perv - and now it's like you're a gladiator heading for the spoils of war or something. It feels right, though. To hell with everything. If the cops should come, it's only fair that they should find the culprit of this massacre balls-deep in some hot black pussy. The steps creak beneath your heavy feet as you descend into the den.
Jesse's dad must have used the basement as his man cave, because it definitely looks the part. Almost like a hunting lodge; with a pool table, mini-bar rich cigar boxes everywhere. The mahogany walls have safari trophies and a big U.S flag that acts like a little centerpiece. If you weren't so beaten-up you'd probably be thrilled about all of this, but now it's just nice to be in a room that's not littered with bodies.
Well, except for one.
Jada is strew across a mocha couch, big black tits rising and sinking as she catches her breath again. That throatfuck must have done a real number on her. But she isn't resting so hard that she doesn't hear you coming into the room, because the moment you come in she snaps to life like a panther; every muscle alert and active. She shrinks back with fear, and probably would have screamed. But you're a lot shorter than the other, older, guys in the team - and she might even have recognized you from school. Still too afraid to say anything, though - because you look like an escaped convict with your battered face and torn clothes.
It doesn't even cross your mind to stop, so you just keep walking over to her - and she keeps crawling backwards until her back hits the wall. "I beat them up." You explain, but at this point it doesn't really matter whether you 'win her over' or not. All that matters is that you get to bust a fucking nut at last.
"Huh?" She exclaims in disbelief.
"Jesse, John, Aaron - the whole team." You lean in and pinch the hem of her yoga pants, pulling them down. Her breaths rise to a fearful whimper, but she doesn't fight you off. "Bet I gave some of them enough of a concussion to keep from ever playing football again." Either you just look that scary right now, or the news gave her some peace of mind. Either way, she doesn't kick or object (aside from whimpering 'no' over and over again) when you pull her pants off altogether and reveal that precious bald pussy between two thick thighs. Your white hand is beautifully planted on top of it, and the feel of your thumb digging between her lips and exploring the hot hole is enough to make your cock twitch.
Your first pussy ever - and you have all the time in the world. Who could blame you for savoring the moment? Gouging her cunt while your palm mashes against her clit. With her just helplessly quivering under your strong touch. Whether she wants to or not, that hole grows slicker and hotter - and the room fills with wet noises as your thumb squishes around and finally pulls out. You hadn't even paid attention - but while you fingered her she started to hold her own legs up to help spread them for you. That's all the consent you'll ever need.
Fast forward a couple of minutes and the couch is hammering against the wall. Jada's perfect chocolate tits are pancaked against your chest as you hammer her cunt in a violent missionary - pounding her into the cushions and making that nigger cunt squelch with every thrust. The bitch is screaming in your ear; groaning and howling like a pornstar while her clip-on nails scratch your back. She had the nerve to get second-thoughts a while ago, but a firm slap across the face quieted her the fuck down. Now there's no denying she loves it. She loves your fat white fuckpole hammering her african snatch like you're trying to beat it out of existence - and fuck if your dick isn't loving it, too. Your balls must have doubled in size after beating the shit out of those other faggots, because they're like pool cue balls when they slap against her ass. Her pussy is stretched from every angle thanks to your girth, and it feels fucking amazing to know you're battering against her cervix without even having bottomed out.
"Shit! Shit, yeah baby!" Jada finally cries out, because she doesn't know your name. She doesn't need to. For all you care, she could call you massah' because you're pumping that needy black bitch like the colonizer you were meant to be, bashing and slamming and making her moan shit she didn't even think through. About how nobody's ever fucked her this good, how you were bigger than her boyfriend, how this pussy was yours. All you can do in response is grunt and brace yourself - because every time you slam into her cunt, it's like you're pushing renewed vigor into your bruised body. But when you feel her pussy shrink and her lips part in a big, breathless 'o' as her eyes roll back - you know what's coming and know just what to say.
"Cum for me, nigger."
And boy does she ever. Her hole grows so tight that it almost hurts, and you bite your lip as she sprays your thighs with hot, wet juices. Part of you would love to demand some sloppy head - maybe even cum on her face. But the moment you feel her cervix press against your dick and stretch over the head - you just can't hold it in anymore. Your cock explodes and unleashes jet upon jet of hot white cream straight inside her womb. Your hips buck and keep pressing; holding back against the firehose of jizz you're spraying straight into her babymaker, all while she screeches a painful, passionate orgasm.
When you finally pull out, her black cunt is leaking with your thick, potent cum. It's a beautiful sight. First real fight, and now your first real fuck. And still, your cock is as hard as ever. Jada just lays there, panting and breathing from the violence of your conquest - just as it should be. Now you just have to decide who's next...
You'll take Jada with you, and then...