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On his first Friday night at Wellsbourne, Malik rolled up to the largest and most prestigious party off campus with a small army of babes behind him. The graceful redhead Jesse was on one of his arms, clad in a skintight red party dress that was barely long enough to cover her toned booty. The playful Asian beauty Linda was on his other arm, wearing a combination of a tube top, short skirt and thigh high socks that was reminiscent of a sexy schoolgirl Halloween costume. The outspoken Chloe was directly behind him, wearing a see-through mesh dress over nothing but a tiny bra and skimpy g-string. Rich party girls Tiffany and Lucy were behind them, along with three or four additional girls that Malik had met that week.

The Black man skipped the long line of people clamoring to enter and walked right up to the doorman, a sophomore frat boy holding a long list.

“Sorry bro, you gotta get to the back of the line,” said the frat boy.

Malik ignored his words and walked forward, his tall and grizzled appearance making the bouncer nervous.

“Look man… we don’t usually let unaffiliated males into the party unless you’re on the list. And I’m pretty sure you’re… not on the…” The bouncer said, his voice trembling and his body shaking at the six-foot-four mass of muscle that was Malik approached him with an increasingly mean look on his face.

Jesse pressed her body against the bouncer, trying to diffuse the tension.

“Oh come on, hon! Look how many hot girls he brought for you! You guys can let in one single guy in… Rush season is coming up, isn’t it? Think of all the cuties he could bring to your parties for the next four years!” Jesse said to the bouncer.

Linda and Chloe bit their lips, knowing that if the situation turned physical they would get to watch Malik pulverize yet another loser, and wet with anticipation of seeing that happen.

Malik was now directly in the face of the bouncer. The bouncer was able to see the Black man’s broad shoulders, his tree-truck arms, his muscular chest and neck, and the fact that he was half a foot taller. It wasn’t a fight he had any hope of winning, and Malik looked like he was looking for any excuse to pummel him into the ground.

“I… I suppose you can come in” the bouncer said meekly, as Malik smiled and walked straight through the door into the party, intentionally bumping his shoulder into the terrified bouncer’s body. Everyone in line could see the crowd of half-naked beauties following the thuggish Black man into the party, inciting a wave of jealousy from the many male onlookers and curiosity from all the of the ladies.

“Remember, we are looking for Natasha Bedford! If you see a goth chick with black fishnets and a septum piercing who’s way too hot to be dating one of these losers, that’s probably her!” Chloe said to the rest of the girls in Malik’s orbit.

Chloe, Jesse and Linda waited for the rest of the girls to enter the party while Malik walked right in and made his way for the basement. They could hear the commotion that the Black man was causing from the doorway.

From the door, the women could hear a white man chirping at Malik, “Hey I thought I told that guy outside not to let your nigg-“, followed by an extremely loud thudding sound, then the sound of a body hitting a wall and then the floor. As the rest of the girls paraded down the hallway into the kitchen to the basement, they could see an unconscious white man sleeping on the ground with a bloody wound on his face and knew that Malik was close.

“Alright ladies, let’s split up! Remember, Malik promised an exclusive one-on-one night with whoever brought Natasha to him, so keep you eyes peeled and may the best woman win!” Jesse said enthusiastically, and the small crowd of beauties dissipated into the party.

Despite what Jesse had said, the only three girls who believed they had a chance of spending an entire night with just Malik were his three favorite women, Jesse, Chloe and Linda. They were the most undeniably beautiful ones, the ones who shared a bed with him every night, the ones who were invited to stay and live in his apartment, the ones he trusted to attend his classes, do his homework and keep him in school. As much as the other girls wanted to deliver Natasha to the Black man, they had no expectations that doing so would actually lead to a eight-hour fuck and cuddle session with just him and them.

Linda’s strategy was to stay near the entrance of the party and try to catch Natasha when she came in, while Chloe was busy searching through the countless bodies in the crowded house looking for anyone that matched Natasha’s description.

Natasha was a bit of an enigma on campus. She was unquestionably one of the most gorgeous women around, but also quite introverted. She was one of the few goth girls on a campus full of preppies and rich chicks. She showed up to the best party on campus most weekends, but she always showed up late and left early. She had virtually no social media Taksim travesti presence and very few close friends. She was a progressive working glass girl in a school full of conservative old-money types like Jesse, the rich kids of wealthy immigrants like Linda and performative urban liberals like Chloe.

Jesse couldn’t think of the best place to start looking for Natasha, so she went to the basement to check on Malik.

The basement was the epicenter of the party. There was a large dance floor with a DJ booth, a bar area with kegs and jungle juice, and a few couches in the corner of the room for partygoers who went a little too hard and needed a break.

Jesse scanned the room a few times, expecting that the dark giant Malik would stand out. However, there was no one like Malik at either the bar or the dance floor. She turned her eyes to the corner of the room and saw a small crowd formed around one of the couches.

She walked over and pushed through the crowd, and saw Malik with his pants down and a blonde freshman girl sucking his cock while he sat back and sipped from a solo cup.

The small crowd of onlookers were mostly spectators who were absolutely shocked to see such a lewd act in public. Both male and female spectators were watching, some of the men trying fruitlessly to hide their little boners and some of the women biting their lips and imagining what it would be like to take such a behemoth in their mouth.

Jesse rushed to the couch and sat besides the Black man.

“Malik! What the fuck are you doing?” she tried to say discretely.

“I’m gettin’ my dick sucked, the fuck it look like?” replied the Black man.

“Malik, baby, you can’t do that shit in public here! This is someone’s house, why don’t you go see if there’s a guest bed upstairs?” Jesse pleaded.

“Why the fuck would I do that when I got a perfectly good couch?” Malik said, perplexed by the redhead’s suggestion.

Jesse babbled and fumbled her words as she pondered how to explain to Malik that public sex was a not accepted at Wellsbourne parties. Malik didn’t seem to understand the taboo or care very much about it, knowing damn well that there wasn’t anything that anyone could do to stop him. Exacerbated, Jesse went to the bar to get herself a drink.

From the bar, Jesse spotted a thick booty in black fishnets and a black bodysuit belonging to a girl who was on the dance floor with one other girl.

Jesse couldn’t believe her eyes. She walked up closer to the dancing beauty and caught a glimpse of her face. She was stunning with a round, cute face, short dark black hair, black eyeliner and small piercing in the septum. It was exactly the description of Natasha. She had very large double-D cup breasts that were perfectly round and upright, and she utilized her massive cleavage to house a variety of black and goth-inspired necklaces that hung around her neck. The goth girl let a genuine smile as the gorgeous redhead approached her.

“Uh… Hi!” Jesse said meekly as she began dancing with the goth girl and her friend.

“Oh, hi! My name is Natasha! This is Emily, how are you?” the goth girl said warmly.

“Oh hi! I’m Jesse…”

“Hi Jesse! Do you want to dance with us?” Natasha replied.

“Well, uh, actually… I have someone that really wants to meet you,” Jesse said.

Natasha’s smiled faded.

“Let me guess, a boy begged his girl best friend to wingwoman for him and he thinks I’m not out of his league because I dress different,” Natasha said with a frown.

“Well, not quite. Have you heard of the new Black student on campus?” Jesse asked.

Natasha scoffed. “You mean that asshole in the corner over there getting his dick sucked by that little slut? The one we all have to desperately pretend isn’t there to have a good time? Yah I know of him.”

“Oh, well, uh… you see…” Jesse muttered.

“Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for his charm! A cute, smart girl like you? You know his whole act is fake, right? So’s that ridiculous horse cock everyone is talking about,”

Natasha replied.

“Ummm… I think you had better come with me” Jesse said, pulling Natasha off the dance floor and bringing her to the corner of the room. Natasha let out an exacerbated sigh but was willing to go along with it.

Jesse led Natasha over to the couch where Malik was sitting. Jesse saw the girl who was sucking off Malik earlier walking away from the area and wiping her face with her shirt.

Malik was still on the couch in the corner, surrounded by a small crowd of ladies who were all vying to be the next girl he hooked up with. Jesse led Natasha to the center of the crowd, and Malik’s eyes fixated on those two.

“Ummm… Malik? I’d like you to meet… Natasha,” Jesse said.

“Well sheeeeitttt, that ain’t take long,” Malik said. “Well, whatchu waiting for, come sit on my lap, girly”

“I don’t think so,” Natasha said with an eye roll. “You don’t seriously think every girl Taksim travestileri on campus is falling for your little act?”

“The fuck is this bitch talking about?” Malik asked Jesse, who shrugged her shoulders.

“Don’t think I don’t know exactly who you are. Let me guess, your daddy was the token Black partner in some big law firm in Cleveland or Chicago? You probably went to the best schools your whole life and realized that these dumb rich white girls will do anything for the hood guys,” Natasha said accusingly. “Now you’re just playing into racist stereotypes to make yourself seem gangster!”

“Bitch my dad sold drugs in the same fucking crew I am in!” Malik said.

“Yah, right. Don’t think you have me fooled. Those tattoos, for example. What are they, the semipermanent ones you buy on Amazon? And those muscles… well, they are pretty big up close but… I bet you just go out of your way to wear tight clothes to make them look bigger than they actually are!” Natasha said.

Malik stood up, towering nearly a foot over Natasha’s five-foot-five frame, and pushed his body close to her, then put her hand on his bicep. Immediately, Natasha could feel his rock-hard, chiseled abs against her body; his massive, solid chest, his broad and bulky shoulders and his massive, powerful arms. She could smell his masculine musk as well, both intoxicating and overpowering as the most primal parts of her brain began to realize that this was a real man who stood in front of her. Her body reacted with a surge of arousal and excitement. Goosebumps formed on her skin. Her heart raced. Her pussy wettened.

Natasha pushed herself away.

“Ok, fine. So you’re tall and you work out a little bit. That doesn’t prove anything! Lots of rich kids go to the gym. Honestly what really gives you away is that fake cock you’ve been using on these dumb college girls!” Natasha said.

“Fake cock?” Jesse said, trying not to laugh.

“Yah, I saw some of those screenshots of that video that’s been going around! We all know that shit’s fake! No one’s cock is that big… that’s clearly just a prosthetic. The kind they use for movies and porn videos all the time! Don’t you know how much harm you’re doing by using that thing? You’re playing into the myth of the hypersexual Black male! That stereotype has been getting Black men killed since the days of Emmitt Till!”

“Oh, honey…” Jesse said, as Malik smiled.

“See for yourself,” the Black man said, with a shit eating grin as he sat back on the couch and pointed to the crotch of his jeans.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Whatever, if this was just some ruse to get me to fondle your fake rubber cock I’m calling campus security,” she said as she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.

Natasha’s heart skipped a beat as she laid her eyes upon Malik’s beautiful, thick, glistening python that laid between his legs and extended nearly halfway to his knees. She felt like an explorer stumbling upon a city of gold. Her eyes sparkled, her mouth watered, her womanhood quivered. She managed to shake herself out of the trance only after a full minute of staring.

“Wh… whatever! Sure, it looks good, but lots of fakes do! Just because it looks like that doesn’t mean it’s real! It… it can’t be real…” Natasha said, picking up his cock with both her hands and admiring its texture and weight, realizing more so every second that this dick was real flesh and not some piece of rubber.

“Does it taste real?” Malik said.

Forgetting that she was in public, Natasha picked up his cock and stood it up, then placed her mouth on the tip of it and slowly advanced her mouth down the shaft, tasting the delicious salty flesh on her tongue as well as the very subtle taste of precum.

She stroked the base of the shaft with her hands a few times as she used her mouth on the top half of the cock and felt his dick getting even thicker, longer and harder.

“Can a fake cock do that?” Malik asked victoriously.

Natasha took her mouth off his cock, still stroking it with her hands. “I just…” she tried to say, but she was truly rendered speechless.

“Tell you what, let’s go upstairs and I’ll prove to you that it’s real” Malik said.

Natasha just nodded.

Malik stood up and picked Natasha up with his hands on her ass and her legs wrapped around his torso. With remarkable ease, he ripped apart the fishnet leggings covering her booty and tore apart the small fabric of her bodysuit that was covering her crotch, and directed his half-erect penis into her pussy. The initial penetration caused Natasha to scream in pleasure, directing the gaze of the entire basement towards the two. Malik carried Natasha to the staircase and walked up the stairs without ever taking his cock out from Natasha, running over anyone who was in his way. He reached the ground floor and again drew stares from dozens of people as he continued walking towards the staircase to the top floor.

Malik carried Travesti taksim Natasha to the upstairs floor and immediately found a locked door. He kicked it open to find an empty bedroom belonging to one of the house’s occupants, and proceeded in.

Natasha’s screams of ecstasy could be heard throughout the entire house, from the ground floor to the basement to the outside. Even at a party with a DJ and hundreds of people, it was impossible to ignore her constant wails of absolute bliss, her orgasmic moans, her repeated screams begging him to fuck her harder, faster and to cum inside her.

There was not a man left at the party who was willing to attempt to physically remove Malik from Natasha’s pussy, and no sign of the two lovers voluntarily stopping as Natasha’s blood-curdling screams and moans filled the house. While the men of the party were largely trying to ignore the sounds, many of the women grew ever curious. Malik had never bothered to close the door behind him or turn off the lights when he brought Natasha into the bedroom, so anyone who went upstairs was able to watch the carnal action in person. A few ladies became curious about what could cause a woman to orgasm so intensely that she filled up a three-story house with her screams and snuck upstairs.

Chloe and Linda were among the first girls to go upstairs to watch the action. Slightly disappointed that they weren’t the ones to bring Natasha to Malik, they still happily rubbed themselves and watched Malik go to town on the goth hottie.

Another two girls came up and saw the herculean, magnificently-endowed Black man absolutely ravaging Natasha on the bed and began watching intently as well, slipping their fingers into their skirts as they did so. Jesse showed up shortly after with a proud, nervous smile on her face. Another three girls showed up and started touching themselves as well.

“Fuck it, I’m getting in there!” said one of the newcomer ladies as she pulled her tight party dress over her shoulders and ran into the bedroom and began licking the Black man’s balls as he pumped his cock in and out of Natasha.

“What the fuck, you can’t just walk up to two people having sex and join in!” Jesse said, though Malik seemed to accept the new girl without protest and Natasha was too cock-drunk to care.

“Fuck that, I’m going in too!” Chloe said, dropping her panties to the floor.

Linda took off her top and panties, leaving on the skirt and socks of her schoolgirl outfit and followed Chloe into the bedroom.

More girls showed up and began watching the action, and a handful even joined in on the action. Before long there wasn’t a square inch of Malik’s body that wasn’t being rubbed, licked or sucked by one of the hotties who had jumped in to join him.

Even with a dozen other naked and willing beauties in the room and dozens more trying to get a show from the hallway, Malik never took his cock out of Natasha’s sopping-wet pussy.

A couple ladies bent over on either side of Natasha and presented their pussies to Malik as he was pounding the goth beauty doggy-style. He stuck two fingers in each of their slits, feeling their nectar wet his fingers and began to finger them while he fucked Natasha. Natasha and the other girls’ moans began to fill the air with even louder rings of primal sex.

The other girls in the room began to dry-hump Malik, rubbing their pussies on any surface of his body they could access. As the Black man moved faster and harder, they were becoming more excited by the friction of his moving skin rubbing against their slits.

As the heavenly sound of a dozen young beauties in various stages of sexual fulfillment filled the house, it became increasingly difficult for the other party-goers to ignore. The screams and moans made the white men downstairs feel jealous and inadequate, with many opting to leave the party out of frustration. Some retreated to the noisy and crowded basement where the music was playing, but found that the women’s screams were somehow reverberating even down there.

Malik’s motions became faster and more powerful as he approached climax, but his body was so covered in women that the only thing you would be able to tell by looking into the room was that there was some structure that the naked ladies were clinging to that was causing them to sway wildly. Their moans were also becoming louder and higher pitched, so much so that the people waiting outside in line could hear.

Malik’s motions did not slow down as he motioned one final thrust, and pushed himself so deep into Natasha’s womanhood that he could feel the os of her cervix running into his dick. With a mighty grunt, he unleashed a tsunami of semen directly into the goth girl’s welcoming womb. Natasha came, the girls that Malik was fingering came, the girls rubbing themselves on his body all experienced orgasm simultaneously. The sound produced by over a dozen girls climaxing at once was so powerful that ears were bleeding, the windows were visibly shaking and the college’s geology department began to pick up readings that were consistent with weak seismic activity. Malik let his body fall backward into the sea of pussy while the other girls in the room fought for a few drippings of the seed that was leaking out of Natasha.

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