Tomboy: All American Heroine (Chapter 8) (Patreon)

Tomboy: All American Heroine

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 8

“Ugh. Ugh. Ugh,” Kelly grunted, eyes fluttering open.

Early morning light streamed into the open window. Looking up, she found herself under a very tall black man, who was knocking one out with enthusiasm. It felt like he was thrusting a telephone pole into her. Her pussy felt stretched to the limit.

“Malik,” she gasped out, memories of the previous night flooding back.

It was only one night, but it had felt like a lifetime. She didn’t even know how many times she’d had unprotected sex. With Malik. With Brad. With Jessica. And then there were the threesomes and foursomes. Afterwards, Jessica went away with Brad and left Kelly in the pool house bed with Malik, who kept waking her up all night for more, more, more. The man was absolutely insatiable.

The seven foot tall African-American suddenly stopped and pulled out. Kelly squeaked in protest, because it was just starting to feel good. He pulled her onto her knees, palmed the back of her head, and shoved her face into his crotch.

There was nothing subtle about Malik. Kelly opened wide, and went down on him. That massive black cock forced her jaw painfully wide. But she obediently bobbed up and down his long, thick shaft. His hand remained on the back of her head, because Malik was like Jessica. He liked to be in absolute control of Kelly.

“Deeper,” Malik said. “Suck me deeper.”

Kelly tried, but her gag reflex kicked in hard. At best, she would swallow him to the back of her tongue for a split second. Anything more and she’d spend a few minutes gagging and hacking, on the brink of vomiting. It wasn’t pleasant, and it killed the mood for the guy, too.

To compensate, she started humming. She’d learned that from watching Jessica, who always hummed to make the guys come faster. Malik stiffened, head rolling back, within seconds after she began. A few bobs later…

“Mmmggh,” she cried around his shaft as she felt cum flooding over her tongue.

As usual, Malik wouldn’t let her pull off, and forced her to swallow. Oddly enough, she wasn’t struggling with swallowing so much anymore.

Once he was completely drained, Malik released her head and Kelly pulled off. Sitting back on her legs, she licked her lips and looked around. The bed was completely wrecked. Articles of clothing were scattered all around the room, most of it from Brad, Malik, and Jessica since all Kelly wore to the orgy was a teeny tiny bikini and heels.

“Oh man, it’s so late,” Kelly said. “I should’ve been home hours ago.”

“You’re an adult, so your parents can’t say a damned thing, girl,” Malik said, stretching out on the bed. His erection still raged rock hard. She stared at it, remembering all the things it had done to her during the night. And then he wrapped a big hand around it, gave it a few strokes, before leering at her. “Mount up, Kelly girl.”

Just the thought made her body react, getting all hot and tingly inside and out. She bit her lip, glanced at the brightening window, and then back at his monster cock.

“But it’s so…”

“Just one more time, Kelly,” Malik said. “Make it really good, and I’ll let you go afterwards.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay. I’ll make it the best,” she whispered, rolling to all fours. Kelly swirled her tongue around his helmet-shaped cock head a few times, before running her tongue up, down, and all around his shaft. And then she buried her face in his big, hairy balls and started licking. “Mmmmgh.”

Kelly sucked and licked his cock and balls for a few minutes, until Malik started writhing. Yeah, he was ready and then some. So, catching and holding his eyes, she slowly kissed and nibbled her way up his body, before straddling his waist. And then, sitting up, she reached back and guided his big black dick straight into her pussy.

“Ugggh. Oooooh, yes,” Kelly sighed when she dropped her weight and impaled herself upon him. The stretch felt amazing. I could get used to this way too easy.

Malik’s rough hands grabbed her butt first, forcing her to start bouncing up and down while he fondled her meaty cheeks. Once she had a nice, steady bounce going, his hands followed his eyes to her bouncing tits. She moaned and groaned when he began fondling her boobs, not to mention pinching, pulling, and rolling her nipples.

Everything he did sent such wonderful ripples through her body. His cock remained her primary focus, though. There was just no ignoring that monster. He reamed her out and then some, and it wasn’t long before her body responded in earnest.

“Yes. Yes,” she gasped. “So good. Oh baby.”

Feeling her body slowly rising to ultimate release, she bounced faster and faster. Eager to feel it. Eager to enjoy another climax ripping through her weary body. Malik started panting, thrusting up to meet her halfway. Tiny animal sounds bubbled out of Kelly’s lips as her back bowed and head rolled back.

“Oh my God!” she cried, feeling that surge to climax come alive. “Yes! Yes!”

Kelly’s insides erupted. Her very core pulsed with divine pleasure. She dropped down, sheathing his cock balls-deep inside her as her vagina quivered around it. And then she felt him come, filling her womb with his hot seed. And that made her come again.

“Aaaggh.”

“Another great performance, Kelly,” came a familiar, sneering voice. “You’re a natural born slut, and really seem to love nasty, nasty sex.”

The hot, panting blonde cut her eyes to the left. Jessica stood just inside the door, recording everything on her phone. The ex-head cheerleader looked amazing in a bright yellow, off-the-shoulder summer dress with a red and green flower print. She wore red pumps, and big silver hoop earrings to go with it. Her dark hair was still up in a high ponytail. And her face was perfectly made up.

Brad was not with her.

“Don’t you have enough blackmail material?” Kelly asked, feeling her face heat up.

“Enough is never enough,” Jessica said airily. “Besides, I love watching your sex tapes over and over. I just can’t get enough of watching the class Miss Goodie-two-shoes being a raging slut. You perform with such eagerness.”

That struck Kelly silent. Was it true? She’d have to admit, sex felt wonderful. Great, even. It was impossible to not enjoy it, despite hating the fact she had no real choice in the matter. She’d even gotten kind of used to sex with Jessica.

“Kneel on the floor in front of me,” Jessica said, still recording on her phone.

Kelly groaned. Jessica had forced her to kneel the previous night, right there in front of all her classmates at the party. She had a bad feeling that this time the kneeling would result in something worse than a little humiliation.

“I really need to go home.”

“In time. Kneel.”

Kelly slowly extracted herself off Malik’s still-hard cock. Did the man ever go flaccid? His man-cum dribbled out, down her inner thighs as she crawled off the bed, and then moved up to within arm’s reach of Jessica. Without prompting, Kelly stared straight into the camera as she knelt.

Jessica had Malik take the phone and record them together. Kelly wasn’t sure what that suggested. Would Jessica really do full hair and makeup just to immediately have sex and mess it all up? But then the hot brunette walked over to the chest of drawers, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out something that made Kelly gasp.

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I dare a lot,” Jessica said, holding up a silver studded, black leather dog collar. “So, are you into BDSM?”

“BD… What?”

“Bondage, discipline, and sadomasochism. You know, black leather and whips,” Jessica said. “Mistress Jess and slave Kelly type shit.”

“Slave?”

“That would be you,” Jessica said, walking over. She leaned over, and tried to put the collar around Kelly’s neck. The blonde beauty quickly raised a hand to block it. “Oh? Are you refusing to play ball, Kelly? So I’m free to do whatever I want with all of your nasty little sex tapes?”

“Wh-What does that mean?” Kelly asked. “What do you expect of me?”

“I expect you to be my obedient slave girl,” Jessica said. “Don’t worry, Kel, you won’t be wearing a collar out in public. Well, not too often. I have a choke chain for going out in public, which you’ll wear twenty-four seven, I might add.”

“That’s comforting to know,” she said, scowling. “I’m not sure it’s worth it.”

“So you’re good with losing your Softball Scholarship to Taurus U?” Jessica asked. “Fine by me. Then we’re done here. You can go.”

Kelly just gawked at her. There it was. Plain and simple. Play ball, be Jessica’s obedient sex slave, or lose EVERYTHING she held dear. Extortion. Blackmail. Whatever you called it, Kelly was fucked. Either she submitted to getting literally fucked day and night all summer, or she got fucked over for life.

It’s just a couple months, she thought, feeling her bile rising. It’s for a college education and a good life.

It sounded easier than it felt, and it didn’t sound all that easy to pull off in the first place. She did not consider herself a submissive type girl. And yet… hadn’t the last twenty-four hours contradicted that assumption?

“I hate you so much right now,” Kelly snarled, even as tears rolled down her cheeks. “You win. I’ll be your stupid slave over summer break.”

“Awesome. We’re going to have sooo much fun together,” Jessica said. “Address me as Mistress Jess from now on. Lift your chin, slave.”

Kelly hesitated. It felt like everything suddenly fell upon her. The weight of her world pressed her down. She struggled to breathe, to even think. Heart hammering, the beautiful eighteen year old slowly sat up straighter, lifted her chin, and squeezed her teary eyes shut. There was no hesitation from her lifelong rival. Jessica quickly buckled the slave collar around Kelly’s neck, making it nice and snug. Then the hot brunette attached a leash and gave it a contemptuous tug.

“I am your mistress, Kelly.”

“I a-am your slave, M-Mistress Jess.”

Her new mistress scooted one stiletto-heeled foot forward. Kelly stared down at it, not sure what Jessica wanted or why she was presenting her foot like that. It was a beautiful shoe, no doubt. Kelly even felt a little jealousy that Jessica could afford a closet full of designer heels from Louboutin, Casadei, YSL, and other high-end designers.

“Lick it. Kiss it,” Jessica said. “Make love to my foot and shoe, slave. And make it pretty for the camera.”

Kelly slanted a worried look at Malik, still buck-ass naked, still aiming Jessica’s phone at her. Was her mistress going to video-record every single humiliation this summer?

“If I’m nice and obedient this summer, then you promise not to post the sex tapes?” Kelly asked. “You have to promise to delete them all, or there’s no reason for me to submit to you.”

“Sure, I promise,” Jessica said, smiling smugly.

Kelly didn’t really believe her. Her reply seemed too fast, too easy and glib. But her word was the only hope alive right now. So Kelly licked her lips, regarded that expensive red stiletto pump, and slowly lowered her lips to the pointy toe. And kissed it. It was a long, lingering kiss, meant to please her demanding mistress.

When Jessica offered no complaints, or demands for something different, Kelly started sensuously kissing her foot and shoe all over, from toe to heel. And then she began licking. Kelly started by running her tongue up and around the tall stiletto heel, and working her way back to the toe.

“Very nicely done, slave,” Jessica said. “You can start working your way up my leg now.”

Kelly didn’t even think about it. Thinking made everything harder. She just started kissing, licking, and nibbling her way up Jessica’s leg. It was freshly waxed, so not even a hint of stubble. Being so smooth made it easier for the young blonde. Her hands caressed her mistress’s leg as she worked her way up from calf to thigh. Jessica gasped when Kelly nibbled a line up her inner thigh.

While Kelly worked her way up the brunette’s shapely leg, Jessica pulled her dress up and off. She stood there in just jewelry and heels. The beautiful rich girl didn’t even bother with underwear of any kind, so Kelly knew she’d planned this from the beginning.

The previous night, Jessica still had a very well-maintained pubic patch. A thin landing strip, to be precise. But Kelly now found her snatch completely bald. Waxed smooth as a baby’s butt. So Kelly nuzzled those hot, wet folds, before lapping up all the leaking love juices.

Finding Jessica so aroused turned Kelly on, stoked her own fire. She didn’t dwell on why, since she still didn’t consider herself bisexual, much less lesbian. But she just went with the flow.

It only took a few licks and nibbles before Jessica’s clit peeked out from under its hood. So Kelly alternated between sucking on the clit, and eating out her mistress’s pussy. She wasn’t sure exactly what she did right, but she brought Jessica to a screaming orgasm in no time.

“Aaaaggh!” Jessica cried, clutching Kelly’s head for a long moment.

Mistress Jess dropped to her knees, face-to-face with Kelly. First she rubbed her naked tits all over her slave’s boobs. Jessica wasn’t nearly as blessed as Kelly in the boob department, but she had a very pretty pair of C-cups with erect rubbery nipples. Catching Kelly’s eyes, Jessica’s lips parted. Kelly’s lips parted in sync, her head tilted, and she offered her lips. They both moaned as their lips melted together.

Kelly lost herself in Jessica’s lips for the longest time. Other than short makeout sessions with Brad and Malik, she’d never kissed a boy. Or girl. After the previous night, she’d kissed Jessica easily ten times more than both boys combined. Jessica loved to kiss, and kissing actually messed up Kelly’s head tons more than fucking or sucking.

With her belly still quivering after her last orgasm riding Malik’s cock, Kelly found Jessica’s sensuous kisses even more mind-numbing. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies boldly, and too soon Jessica broke free of Kelly’s lips and kissed her way down to the blonde’s bigger boobs.

“Are these D-cups?” Jessica asked, looking more than a little jealous.

“Yes, Mistress Jess,” Kelly said. “I’m sorry. I never wanted them to grow so big.”

“Hmmm,” Jessica said, and then smothered Kelly’s tits with kisses and nibbles. She quickly had the beautiful teen squirming, gasping, skin afire.

Jessica pushed Kelly back onto the floor, forced one leg straight up, and straddled the blonde’s other leg. And then, holding Kelly’s eyes in an intense gaze, the brunette started grinding her hot, slick pussy against Kelly’s snatch. And Jessica quickly proved she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Ooooh, yes,” Kelly gasped. And then her insides erupted in glory again. Mind-numbing pleasure pulsed through her sweaty-shiny body. All Kelly could do was cry out, “Aaaagggh!”

Kelly lost track of time after that, but it was late morning before Jessica finished with her. Finally getting her clothes back, Kelly dressed and headed home after receiving more orders from her new mistress: Return ready, willing, and able at eight o’clock sharp the next morning. And bring her sexy Casadei heels.

She was barely a block from Jessica’s house when Malik pulled up and offered her a ride home. Completely worn out after her long night of sex and debauchery, Kelly accepted. He drove her home, and then insisted on coming in with her.

Yeah, her hard day continued in her own bed.