Alexis's Shortcut

Alexis Ferrari shut the door on her dumb stepmother, walking through the woods towards campus. There was two paths, and Alexis had always been curious where the other path led. Perhaps closer to her building? It was so damn hot, a shortcut would be welcome.

She had large D-cup breasts, olive skin, and a naturally round ass. Her lips were painted a scarlet red, she was wearing a crop top that accentuated her bosom and showed off her midriff, and tight jeans with flip flops.

She felt a light sheen of sweat build up on her brow, as the coolness of the forest began to surrender to the heat of a nearby urban jungle. She came out behind a squalid subdivision, with the neon lights of a strip club nearby. She saw the road ... MLK Boulevard. She'd gone far off course.

Nervous now, she emerged into the ghetto, not a white person in sight. Why did you have to explore, Alexis, she thought ruefully. She saw a tent nearby, and saw a man's feet twitching. Maybe he could at least direct her to the right place, she thought. Better than those thugs playing balls or that group of men congregating around women by the strip club.

She gingerly opened up the tent to find an aged Black man, furiously tugging at his large Black cock. She looked askance, pausing for a long moment. His eyes were glassy. He was obviously hooked on some ****, she thought. She was already having regrets.

"Umm ... excuse me," she said timidly, which was quite unlike her.

"Huh? Why you botherin' old Black Jack?" he asked in a groggy voice.

"Umm, sorry, I'm just lost and in the wrong part of town, duh," Alexis responded. He blinked a few times.

"I could help ... if you help ole Jack," he said, referring to himself in the third person again.

"Umm, help how?" Alexis asked. He reached over, surprisingly agile for an aged **** addict, gripping her bangle-clad wrist and placing it on his cock. God, he stank, she thought. And his cock stank too, but there was a musk to it. She tugged on it. Her white boyfriends weren't like this, she thought. She looked, enjoying how dark and long and fat that Black cock was, despite how it made her nose wrinkle in disgust.

She continued jerking him, just staring down his cock, till he grunted unhappily.

"Needs to be wetter," he protested. She spat on his cock, jerking him insistently. He growled. "Wetter."

Yielding to the temptation, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, starting to suck him off. After she got over the foul tastes -- the piss, the grime, the embedded stink -- she enjoyed sucking the thick prick, gripping and tugging at his heavy nuts insistently. God, this dick was a monster, she thought.

After an eternity passed, she felt him start to cum, sucking eagerly at his thick ropes of cum, satiating herself on a big black cock for the first time. She knew it wouldn't be the last.

"Come see ole Jack again soon," he said. "Go up that hill, and across the tracks and you'll be back in your lily-white life."

"I'll be back," Alexis promised.