Jerome

Lisa swam slowly through the water towards Sara at the edge of the pool. Her own naked body glided smoothly through the water, her breasts bouncing slightly with every stroke. She placed a hand on Sara’s shoulder, pulled her slightly to one side, away from the others, and whispered directly into her ear – quietly enough that only Sara could hear, but in that sexy, gleeful voice Sara already knew.

“Listen, Sara… Svenja is going to eliminate all the guys one by one. One after the other. In the end, exactly one will be left. And you do remember the model from the photoshoot, don’t you? Jerome. The black, muscular bloke with the huge, thick cock. He’s the one who’s supposed to fuck her in the end. Really fuck her. Because I don’t know how long this elimination game will take, I need you to get everything ready. Go to him, take him in hand and make sure his cock stays rock-hard the whole time. No delays, no going soft – that’s important. Understood?”

Sara froze. Her naked body, still trembling from her own orgasm, turned ice-cold and at the same time burning hot. Her mature cunt clenched spasmodically, even though she’d only just come. The inner walls throbbed, empty and sensitive; her arsehole was still twitching from the boys’ fingers. “She… she can’t be serious. I was supposed to take on a special task, yes… but this?”

She knew she still had a task to do. But this was too much. Far too much.

Sara looked over at the boys. Jerome was already standing a little way off in knee-deep water, his black, muscular body glistening wet, his broad shoulders, his defined abs, and hanging between his legs was that monstrous, dark cock – already half-hard, thick as her wrist, the glans plump and dark purple. She was supposed to keep him hard the whole time. With everything she had.

The inner conflict raged within her like a storm. “The humiliation at the end, when Svenja gets fucked by a stranger’s huge black cock… whilst she still thinks it’s Fabian… that’s just too hot. Too perfect.” But why Jerome of all people? Why him?

The memories came flooding back immediately, mercilessly, as she stood naked in the water.

It had happened ‘by accident’ during the photo shoot a few days ago. Jerome had simply rammed his huge black cock into her cunt. So deep, so thick that she’d come straight away – her cunt had clenched around him like a fist, her juices had run over his heavy balls. And then he’d come inside her. Hot, thick, in spurts, so much that it’d leaked out of her later, whilst she was still standing there trembling. She’d come on his cock like a cheap slut. After that, she’d had wet dreams about him two nights in a row. In both, he had been inside her again – bigger, harder, deeper – and she had woken up drenched in sweat. Of course, they weren’t dreams, but her drunken brain decided that was the best explanation.

And yesterday… yesterday at the dermatologist’s. Two black dermatologists. Routine examination. She lay on the treatment chair, legs in the stirrups, completely naked. The two of them had examined her ‘thoroughly’ – one had even pushed the ultrasound probe deep inside her. And she’d come. Right there in the surgery. Silently, trembling, her cunt had clenched around the strange black fingers and the probe, whilst the doctors pretended nothing was happening. She hadn’t been able to stop it.

“What on earth is wrong with me?” Sara thought desperately, as her own cunt began to tighten again, a new, tell-tale tugging deep inside. “Why do black cocks make me so horny? Why does the thought of Jerome impaling my little sister with his monster cock make me so incredibly wet? I should love the idea of her being torn apart by Jerome just like I was earlier during the shoot. But I don’t love it. I hate it.

Sara swallowed hard, her heavy tits rising and falling rapidly, her dark nipples stiff and sensitive. She nodded almost imperceptibly to Lisa, her voice hoarse with shame and lust: “…I understand.”

Lisa smiled contentedly and swam back to the edge. Sara stood still for a moment, naked, trembling, her cunt throbbing in time with her heartbeat. Then she slowly turned towards Jerome. The big black man was already grinning, his massive cock twitching slightly in the water, half-erect.

Sara waded towards him, her legs slightly apart so that her own wet, open cunt wouldn’t rub so much. She knew what she had to do. And she hated herself for how much she wanted it.

Jerome stood there with his legs apart; the tall, muscular black man was already grinning at her from a distance. His massive cock hung heavily and semi-erect between his legs, as thick as her forearm, the dark skin taut, the plump glans already slightly purple and smooth.

They stood facing each other for a moment. Sara merely nodded briefly at him, her cheeks glowing red. Jerome grinned broadly, his white teeth flashing.

“Lisa’s just told me to go and fuck your little sister,” he said quietly, but bluntly. “The girl. With everything I’ve got. You’re a proper horny family, aren’t you? First you impaled yourself on my cock back then at the photo shoot, milked me dry in your tight cunt… and now you’re preparing me for your own sister. You really are a horny family.”

Sara froze. Her cunt clenched spasmodically, a hot tingle shooting through her lower abdomen. “That… that wasn’t like that…,” she stammered, her voice hoarse and far too quiet. “You just… I didn’t… you just took me and…”

Jerome just waved her off casually, his semi-erect cock bobbing heavily in the water. “Your cunt milked my cock, Sara. Sucked it dry. You came like a slut on my black shaft, didn’t you?”

Before Sara could stammer anything else, Lisa hissed sharply from the edge of the pool: “Come on now, you two! No more chit-chat. Get on with it. Jerome has to be rock-hard the whole time – not soft for a second, got it?” Jerome looked at Sara, his grin widening even further. “How are we going to do this now, Sara? You’re the expert.” Sara lowered her gaze. Right in front of her, his huge, semi-erect black cock hung in the clear pool water, heavy, thick, the veins already slightly protruding. She swallowed. Jerome reached for her hand and guided it slowly but firmly under the water towards his cock. “Start by stroking it.”

Her fingers closed around the hot, thick shaft. The skin was velvety and taut, the cock pulsing slightly in her fist. Sara began to massage it slowly – up and down, firmly but in control. She felt it grow thicker immediately, the veins swelling, the glans bulging plumply. “That’s good… now the tits,” Jerome ordered quietly.

Sara pushed her upper body forward, took his cock between her heavy, soft tits and squeezed them together. The plump glans jutted out right between her mounds of flesh, hot and throbbing. She moved her upper body up and down, fucking his cock with her tits, whilst her hands continued to massage the shaft. Her dark nipples rubbed against his skin; her own tits grew ever firmer, her nipples aching with lust.

Jerome groaned softly. His cock was now almost fully hard, standing stiffly upright, thick and menacing. “And now the mouth,” he said hoarsely. “But be careful… I mustn’t come. Not yet.”

Sara dropped to her knees, the water reaching up to her chin. She opened her mouth and took the swollen, dark glans between her lips. Immediately she sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the underside, licking over the thick tip, tasting the salty taste that was instantly washed away by the water. She sucked him slowly, deeply, smacking her lips, taking him as far down her throat as she could, whilst her hands continued to massage the shaft and her breasts pressed against his balls from below.

Jerome’s huge cock was now rock-hard, throbbing, the veins thick and bulging. Sara felt every millimetre in her mouth, felt it twitch, felt how close he already was – but she wasn’t allowed to let him come. She kept sucking him, slowly, lustfully, desperately, whilst her own cunt dripped with lust and her arsehole contracted rhythmically. “I’m just preparing the cock that’s about to fuck my little sister… and I’m already soaking wet again.”

“Hey, look at that… Sara.”

All heads turned. Ten men simultaneously focused on the scene at the shallow end of the pool.

There Sara knelt in knee-deep water, stark naked, her heavy, ripe tits above the surface, her dark nipples stiff and long as little fingers. Her face was right in front of Jerome’s huge black cock. Her full lips were stretched wide around the plump, dark glans, her cheeks hollow as she sucked him deep into her throat. Smacking, wet sounds carried through the water; her tongue was clearly visible as she licked the thick shaft, tracing the veins, massaging the underside.

Jerome’s monstrous shaft stood straight up, as thick as her wrist, the dark skin glistening with her saliva. Sara’s right hand massaged the lower part of the shaft, pumping slowly and firmly, whilst her left hand kneaded his heavy, plump balls. Her own tits pressed against his cock from below, the soft mounds of flesh enveloping him like two warm cushions, her nipples rubbing against his taut skin with every movement.

The lads stared, spellbound. “Fuck… look at that slut,” one muttered quietly. “She’s really sucking him off, as if it were her job.”