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Author’s Note: This is a collaboration between Slyguy and DarkSwordsman. It is a crossover of our respective series: Sex-Ed For Dummies and CelebsGoBlack.com. You do not need to read either to enjoy this, but you may find you get something more out of it if you do.
CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed Segment #1
Starring Olivia Holt
Featuring Alison Brie & Anna Kendrick
Codes: Cons, MMF, MMFF, Handjob
By Slyguy, Contributions From DarkSwordsman
The studio lights flared to life as Hugh Johnson walked out onto the Sex-Ed For Dummies stage. He was dressed like he was about to walk the red carpet. His tuxedo was sharp, jet black tuxedo, his shirt, stark white and perfectly pressed and his bowtie? You’ve never seen a more perfect knot. His signature cocky grin afixed his features as the camera zoomed in close on him.
“Hello viewers. And welcome. If you’re tuning in for our regularly scheduled programming, you may be a little confused by what is going on. Today, we are doing something a little different. We are here for one reason. Charity. We are hosting a fundraiser! Isn’t that right, Alison?”
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The camera cut and out from behind the velvet red curtain walked Alison Brie. She too looked as though she was about to walk the red carpet. She was in a yellow evening gown, looking nothing short of a million bucks. Her plunging neckline but both large, perky tits on display for all to see. The long slit down the front of her gown exposed her pale, smooth legs with every step. Her hair was expertly styled and shone in the bright studio lights. A heavy splash of eyeshadow across both eyelids complimented the rest of her beautifully made-up face She came to rest in front of several rows phones. Each receiver manned by someone who could have easily passed for model. Men and women alike answered the phones as calls came in. Above all the rows was a large LED screen, the number on it ticking upwards with each pledge. It currently read 69 dollars.
“Thanks Hugh. And let me just say what an honor it is to be back in the Sex-Ed studio. Really, I had so much fun the first time, when they approached me for this, I just couldn’t say no! We are here tonight for a very special cause. Not for ourselves. No. We are here to raise money for every senior on the Licksville Rammers high school football team. The Rammers come to us from a poor little community in the middle Alabama. This all-black football team, despite being quite remarkable and championship winners still cannot guarantee a promising future to its athletes. Many of them face little to no prospects after high school, stuck in Licksville with nothing to do and nowhere to go. When CelebsGoBlack.com reached out to us and explained their dilemma, we could not refuse. So, we partnered with them to host a good old fashioned telethon!”
Hugh walked onto screen, standing next to Alison as his eyes unashamedly roamed up and down her curvaceous figure. “That’s right folks. We want you to call in with donations! The number is on the screen now, 1-800-169-8008. Donors that call in and pledge will receive free subscriptions to both Sex-Ed For Dummies and CelebsGoBlack.com! Every little bit helps. We hope that we can get enough money to send each of the seniors on this team to college next year. And to set up a fund for every graduating Licksville Rammer in the future to help them out with college tuition. We even have a couple of Rammers joining us here in the studio today.”
The camera cut again and onto the stage walked several, large, burly and hulking African-American studs. Muscles bulged beneath their embroidered letterman jackets, courtesy of Sex-Ed. They sported stylish, curly afro’s, coiled braids or long dreadlocks. Tight jeans struggled to contain the bulges present on each and every one of their crotches. They all waved cheerily at the camera.
“And that is not all the fantastic incentives we have for donors. Maybe you’ve already viewed our collective works. Maybe you learned the lessons we’ve had to teach or maybe you’re tired of seeing the same old celebs take a big, black cock for charity.” Alison said as the camera cut back to her. “Well, we have laid out some pledge goals. And if we hit those pledge goals...let’s just say you are going to get to see some pretty wild stuff. To explain further, I think I’ll let our co-sponsor take it away. Ricky? Are you there?”
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“Yep, I’m here, Alison. Hi to everyone in the studio. I’m outside the luxury Hollywood home of my co-host for the afternoon, Miss Anna Kendrick,” said Ricky Hornball, the now world renowned porn director addressing the camera like a reporter on the scene of a breaking news story.
He was dressed smartly in pair of slim fit grey slacks, his neatly pressed white dress shirt unbuttoned down to his chest on account of the blistering Los Angeles heat. His hair was slicked back in its usual style, his trademark thick brown moustache engulfing his upper lip.
“Now, myself and Miss Kendrick have something very special planned for the folks at home when the pledge total reaches a million bucks, so why don’t we go and meet my very glamorous co-host and let her explain.”
The camera followed Hornball as he traversed Anna Kendrick’s lengthy, lavishly landscaped driveway, manoeuvring between shiny sports cars as he approached her front door. He knocked on the varnished oak door; the dull thud of high heels on exposed floorboards sounding out loudly enough to be picked up by the camera mics as the actress approached from within. The door opened and in the yawning portal stood Anna Kendrick, smiling warmly as she greeted Hornball and his crew.
“Ricky!” she shrieked excitedly, embracing the infamous smut peddler from the doorway of her fabulous home.
“Anna,” Hornball replied, the pornographer allowing his hand to roam down to the brunette’s alluring hips as they met for a hug. “Wow! You look fabulous,” he declared, holding her dainty little hand as she did a pirouette for the director and his camera lens.
Miss Kendrick really was a sight to behold; the brown-haired starlet kitted out in little more than an indecently skimpy g-string bikini. The cups of her top covered little more than her stiff pink nipples, while her scanty undergarments looked better suited to the flossing of teeth than the covering of one’s modesty; the teeny g-string cradling her pussy mound like a newborn babe. Her shiny chestnut locks hung gracefully about her shoulders, while her pretty features had been dabbed, swabbed and glazed with foundations, eye shadows, mascaras, lip glosses and a whole host of expensive beauty products.
“Why thank you, Mr. Hornball,” she replied.
“Now, Anna,” Hornball began, “you have very generously provided the use of your home for us today. Why don’t you tell us exactly what it is you’re hosting this afternoon?”
“Sure, Ricky,” said Anna. “Today I’m throwing a party with some of my celebrity girlfriends to raise funds for a high school football team in Alabama or someplace. And when you guys at home,” she went on, pointing a lengthy nailed finger at the camera lens, “pledge a million dollars to this very worthy cause, my friends and I will join this band of lucky black studs for a rampant, no holds barred orgy that will have you boys at home spanking yourselves into a coma in no time.”
“Wow!” Hornball exclaimed, turning towards the camera. “Now I’m sure you guys want to see that, right? I know I do. So pick up that phone and get dialling. So, Anna,” he went on, “I’m lead to believe that the team has already arrived. Is that so?”
“Mmhmm,” Anna replied. “Sure is, Ricky. Here, why don’t you guys come through and meet them?”
Anna turned on her high heels and marched across her lengthy hallway, the cameraman trailing behind her and pointing his lens on her peachy round ass as she led Hornball and his crew through her luxury home. The crew followed Anna through a sparkling set of French doors and out into her plush green yard, as no fewer than eleven dark-skinned hunks, the starting lineup of the Licksville Rammers, gathered on the patio.
They wore nothing but matching red speedos; the ultra tight garments stretched to near bursting point as they attempted to accommodate the enormous, snake-like bulges contained within. They were nothing short of textbook physical specimens, each and every one shredded beyond belief and groomed to perfection; the vast backyard a veritable ocean of bulging biceps, slab-like pecs and cobblestone abs. Not to mention neatly cropped afros, carefully styled cornrows, stylized tattoos, pearly white teeth and coal-black skin.
Anna ladled a helping of punch into a red solo cup and approached the assembled studs. Some were lazing on plush sun beds, swigging from bottles of beer and puffing away on blunts as they basked in the afternoon sun. Two were stood at a BBQ, grilling up juicy hamburgers, thick bratwurst sausages and succulent sirloin steaks, while others tossed around a beach ball in Anna’s shimmering blue Olympic-sized pool. Anna took a seat on a plush recliner between two black youths and slipped on a set of Gucci sunglasses as she swigged from her chilled beverage.
“So, Anna,” said Hornball from out of shot as the camera guy framed the actress and her surrounded hunks in a wide shot, “all alone with this band of black studs. You haven’t got started without us have you?”
“Of course not,” Anna replied, wiping a suggestive smudge of saliva from the side of her mouth.
Some of the guys looked at each other and grinned. The cameraman turned the camera back to Hornball.
“So there you have it, folks,” said Hornball. “This promises to be one hell of a party, so keep those pledges coming in. Back to you in the studio.”
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“I don’t know about you, but I want to see what happens in that backyard when we hit our pledge goal of 1 million dollars!” Alison said, practically salivating at the thought. “So call in now! And to get things started here in the studio, we have a returning Sex-Ed instructor. Ms. Olivia Holt!”
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Olivia walked onto stage, silver heels clicking, as she stared around bright and beaming. She came to rest between two of the big black football players. She was squeezed into a little silver dress that barely both covered her peachy rounded buttcheeks and perky tits. Both her hair and makeup were suitably appropriate for nothing short of the most glamorous Hollywood after party. The tiny, cute blonde had to crane her neck upwards to look at both of players as they towered over her.
“Hi everyone! It’s great to be back! When I heard about this event, I begged the producer to put me in the lineup! I really wanted to see if I could lend a hand.” She looked at the dude beside her and back to the other one. “Well, both hands. What do you say boys? Wanna help get some pledges?”
The camera cut back to Hugh who said, “Ms. Holt has kindly offered to kick off our televised pledge drive, CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed! She is back here in the studio to showcase her incredible handjob skills as we all saw in the lesson she taught for us. But this time it looks she is outnumbered two to one!”
The camera cut back to the trio. Both hunks had removed their tight trousers, but were still wearing their letterman jackets. Even with heels on, Olivia came to somewhere around their chiseled abs. Gazing back and forth at the two absurdly large black cocks hanging next to her, she couldn’t decide which one she liked better. Indeed, her head spun back and forth so fast, it was enough to give anyone watching whiplash. Both dangling dark slabs of manmeat were girthy tubular shaped masses of twisting veins. Two fat swollen mushroom heads sat at the tip. Each was accompanied by a pair of plump plum-sized swinging black gonads. Coarse, coal-colored wiry pubic hair obscured their groins as Olivia held up a forearm to each 10-inch member.
“Fucking huge!” She yelled, glee etched in every syllable of her words as she wrapped a tiny white fist around each prick. “For some reason, I just can just never say no to a big black cock. Let alone two!”
Olivia laughed and puckered her glossy pink lips, copious amounts of split hitting both hardening shafts of the athletic ebony studs. Now slick and shiny in the studio lights, Olivia set about to demonstrate why they had called her back to the studio. Her grip was firm, not too tight, not too loose, as she slid up and down both massive black shafts. Groans hit her from both sides as both players felt her delicate palms rub over every veiny inch. Somehow, she seemed to able to cover every inch in no time at all, despite barely being able to wrap her fingers around either fat, girthy schlong. She looked up at both of them, their faces twisted with pleasure and then looked straight down the camera, giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Andre here almost didn’t make the cut.” She said, looking to the man clutched in her left palm. “He’s the baby of the group. Youngest senior on the team. When was your 18th birthday? Last week?”
“Uh-huh.” He grunted out as she stroked both even harder, arms a blur as she worked their pole’s with the speed and skill of a profession curler.
Looking back towards the camera, she said, “Remember not to grip too hard! You’re giving him a handjob, not choking him out. Unless he’s into that. And don’t forget to play with his balls!”
Olivia released the massive dark wangs from her grip, perfectly manicured nails on each dainty finger reaching down to the bull-sized testicles hanging just beneath both gentlemen. Those fingers dug into the wrinkly ballsacks, not too rough, as she juggled the fleshy, cum-churning marbles around her teeny palms. While she juggled their jewels, she spat on both their cocks again. As her saliva dripped off both veiny poles onto the floor below, she took them up again, stroking with controlled, precise motions. Squeezing their mushroom heads with each pass of her skilled fingers, she expelled the crystalline sticky precum beading there. As it oozed out, that too dripped to the floor, leaving long see-through strings behind as it fell.
“Two ways to give a handjob. Fast and hard or slow and precise. From the feel of it, these boys are the fast and hard type.” Olivia said, looking confidently at both of them.
She picked up the speed, jacking off those slick pricks like her very life depended on. Andre and his companion, Xavier, both snuck down hands to grab onto one of Olivia’s perky buttcheeks, sliding beneath her ludicrously short dress. Both immediately noticed she was wearing no underwear as the felt the supple curve of her tushy, squeezing and massaging the tiny blonde’s peach-shaped backside. Olivia didn’t mind one bit as she jerked those pricks every which way from Sunday, feeling them get harder and their grip tightened on her backside. But, even she had her limits. Stroking a total of 20 inches of dark, stiff manmeat was a feat worthy of Hercules himself. Her face was bright red as she panted like a dog in heat. Although, to be fair, that was mostly from her position, sandwiched between two black hunks. Could anyone blame her? Thankfully Alison came to her rescue.
Sashaying over like some horny, ethereal goddess, she sank her set of perfectly manicured nails into Andre’s chest. Looking down at the tiny blonde, she asked in her huskiest of voices, “Need a hand?”
“Yes! Please! I’ve never worked two big black cocks with just my hands before.” She looked into the camera. “I’ve always had to use other means.” She winked and blew a duck-faced shaped kiss.
Alison licked her palm, with the slowness and sensuality of one very practiced at this. Then she wrapped her palm around Andre’s knob and got to stroking. Standing behind the stud, all the camera’s could see was her head poking out from behind him as both arms reached around, jerking off the big black cock like a two-handed Shake Weight workout video. Olivia matched her on the other side, except she reached a hand between Xavier’s thighs to fondle his heavy cum-laden balls while she stroked. The squelching sounds of speeding hands on slimy pricks echoed throughout the studio, even the over the ringing the of phones. All of which had been ringing off the hook the moment Olivia had walked out on stage. As both actresses, jerked, stroked and fondled their African-American studs, the pair of high school seniors groaned and moaned, both just about ready to lose their pent-up loads.
“Bet mine shoots farther.” Alison said, the brown-hair beauty taunting Olivia with a sly smirk.
“Oh, you are on!” Olivia yelled, beating Xavier’s prick even faster.
Both actresses stepped up their game, putting even more effort, dainty hands little more than a pale blur over the large black shafts. Andre was the first to pop. The hung chocolate hunk, grunted and swore as Alison felt his cock swell in both hands. She cheered him on as his pissslit winked at the camera before firing a long, sticky string of cum onto the bare stage in front of them. It was promptly followed up by another, another, another and another. Each was as equally thick and goopy as the first. Alison never stopped stroking as he empty his tank before relaxing and panting, a big silly grin on his face.
Olivia stared daggers at the pair as Xavier began to unload just a few seconds later. He likewise swore loudly as his dick swelled and fired a volley of hot, sticky jism. More followed as Olivia stroked his cock and kneaded his swollen balls, pumping the cum out like it was a firehouse. When he finally stopped erupting, Olivia stared into the camera and gave his cock one final squeeze. A big fat fat drop of cum oozed out, dripping to the floor.
“Now let’s see who's got farther.” Olivia said, shuffling forward eagerly.
Heels clicked on stage as the both actresses moved forward to the sticky trail of jizz on the black stage floor. It was close, but there was a clear winner.
“Yes!” Olivia shouted, raising her fist in the air. “Queen of handjobs. You can’t beat me!”
Alison made a big show of pouting, looking upset and stamping her feet. Then Olivia came over to her and wrapped a slimy hand around her shoulder and said, “It’s alright. It’s just a little friendly competition Alison. Today is about charity. Remember?”
Immediately perking back up, Alison said, “That’s right! Remember folks, if you want to see more call in and pledge! This has been Olivia Holt!”
There was a smattering of applause and as Olivia walked towards backstage, she flashed another saucy wink at the producer and said, “I do hope you boys will have me back again.”
“What are our pledges at Hugh?” Alison asked, as a PA handed her some paper towels to wipe her hands and shoulder off.
Xavier and Andre were shuffled offscreen, to await further instructions should the pledge money come in.
The camera cut back to Hugh, who was leaning against the row of phones chatting with a woman at least half his age. She giggled and blushed as he leaned in closer to whisper something in her ear.
“HUGH!” Alison yelled from across the studio.
“What!?!” He asked, straightening up and looking confusedly at the camera's center on him. “Oh right, the pledges! Eh-hem.” He looked up at the big screen above the row of phones. “WOW! Alison, it looks like we are already at 51,237 dollars. That means we have hit our first pledge goal, and in under an hour! Thank you donors! But there is more to do! Lot’s more to do. However, in the meantime...”
He paused as if to think deeply on something. “Everyone loves a good blowjob? Right? I know for a fact that our next guest does. Please welcome Amy Adams to the stage!”
End of Segment #1
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Awesome combo of women...and the possibilities sure seem unlimited. The telethon aspect is another great idea.
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Awesome work!!!! I love what you fellas have got together here. Looking forward to future chapters.
If you'd like to do Britney Spears in there, it would make my day and I'd help out if you'd like. ;)
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How’re you just gonna combine both of my favorites like that. Damn, that’s good stuff.
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Nice job combining stories and good first chapter. Really hoping they reach that million dollar goal
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What a hell of a start. This series is going to be amazing and a big hit on here. You two are some great authors, can't wait to see more.
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Big fan of both story lines! great start so far. Can't wait to see what happens to Anna Kendrick.
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Two great tastes, tastes great together . . .
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CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed Segment #2
Starring Amy Adams
Featuring Alison Brie
Codes: Cons, MF, MFF, Facial, Oral
By DarkSwordsman, Contributions From Slyguy
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The cameras followed Amy Adams as she stepped out from behind the red velvet curtain; a broad, beaming smile stretched across her pretty, mature face as she slinked across the stage. She was dolled to the nines and beyond and, like Mses Brie and Holt before her, the redheaded starlet wouldn’t have looked out of place at the world premiere of her latest flick. She wore an elegant, yet thoroughly form fitting evening gown that clung to her curvaceous MILF body like a needy child; the low cut bodice offering a generous view of her delectable C cup cleavage.
Her hair hung gracefully about her shoulders like shiny auburn drapes, the silky copper-toned locks washed and re-washed with all manner of expensive shampoos and conditioners, and styled meticulously with her impressive arsenal of hairdryers, flatirons and curling tongs. What’s more, her makeup was nothing short of flawless. Her gloriously plump lips were glossed a shiny shade of pink, while dark mascara brought out the shimmering ocean blues of her eyes, her wrinkleless, blemish-free skin graced with more priceless powders than the customs at Bogota airport. Amy stopped at the edge of the stage, greeting both Hugh Johnson and Alison Brie with a warm hug and elegant cheek kisses as she did so.
“Amy,” said Hugh, looking the auburn starlet up and down, “great to have you here. Thank you very much for coming.”
“It’s a pleasure,” Amy replied. “Thank you very much for inviting me.”
“You’re very welcome,” said Hugh. “Now, Amy, we’ve reached our first pledge goal of 50,000 dollars. Why don’t you let the people at home know just how you’re going to reward them for giving so generously to this worthy cause?”
“Yes, thank you so much, guys, for all your kind pledges,” Amy declared, turning towards the camera, “and as a token of my gratitude, I will be demonstrating, for your viewing pleasure, how to give the perfect blowjob with one of these lucky young men right here,” she added, the camera cutting to the boys as they stood in a burly black row at the other side of the stage.
“Wow! I can’t wait to see that,” exclaimed Alison Brie. “And just which one of these young black studs will you be blowing for us today, Amy?”
“Hmm,” Amy pondered, “you know, Alison, I think I’ll let you guys decide that.”
“Right you are, Amy,” said Hugh, turning to address his co-host. “Alison, would you like to do the honors?”
“I certainly would, Hugh,” Alison replied, the dark-haired starlet already halfway across the stage as she prepared to pick out a suitable candidate.
The camera followed her as she worked her way down the line; the gorgeous brunette pressing her hot, slender body up against each of the dark-skinned hunks in turn as she groped the lenghty, tubular bulges protruding from their tight fitting jeans. She stopped at one particular urban senior, looking up at him with her sapphire blue doe eyes as she performed a prolonged inspection of the lump in his denim pants.
“You,” she said, with the authoritative tone of a sexy school teacher, “what’s your name?”
“Isaiah,” he replied, gulping slightly as she felt him up.
“Come with me, Isaiah,” said Alison, taking his large black hand in hers. “Today’s your lucky day.”
A production assistant appeared from behind the red velvet curtain and ushered the remaining Rammers offstage. Alison led Isaiah across the platform to where Amy was stood; the randy MILF eyeing the young man lustily as he approached.
“Now, Amy,” Alison went on, “why don’t you tell the folks at home how long it is you’ve been giving blowjobs?”
“Oooh,” Amy pondered, “it must be nearly thirty years by now.”
“So since the late 80’s?” asked Alison.
“Yeah, late 80’s, early 90’s,” Amy clarified. “My high school years.”
“Wow!” Alison exclaimed. “You weren’t even a twinkle in your father’s eye back then, huh?” she asked, looking across at Isaiah with a grin. “Well you’re in for a treat today, big boy. As are y’all at home,” she went on, turning back to the camera. “Watching a woman with three decades of dick sucking experience at work, you’re bound to pick up a thing or two. So, Amy, please,” she said, gesturing towards the young stud opposite, “take it away.”
Amy strutted towards Isaiah, fixing the high school senior in a stare so sultry and intense, it would have been equal parts arousing and terrifying to any member of the opposite sex. She dropped down to a squat before the young man, looking up at him with lust burning in her ocean blue eyes as she stroked his hard cock through his jeans.
“Wow!” she exclaimed, looking back at Alison as she teased the oversized wang. “You sure picked a good one here, girl.”
“Amy, trust me,” Alison replied, “I was spoiled for choice. I was like a freakin’ kid in a candy store feeling up all those fat black dicks!”
The brunette stared bleary eyed at Isaiah’s crotch as Amy pawed at his girthy cock through the material of his jeans. The auburn starlet even used her soft, dainty hands to frame the black Goliath; giving everyone in the studio and at home a clear view of just how large it truly was.
“Alison!” Hugh Johnson hissed from across the stage.
Alison looked up, her smartly dressed co-host motioning for her to continue.
“Right. Sorry, guys. I got a little distracted there. I mean, can you blame me?” she grinned. “Anyway, yes, teasing a cock like this is a great way to get it fully erect before you get down to business. Maybe even give it a little lick through his pants too before letting it out to play.”
Amy demonstrated; licking tantalisingly from the clearly defined head of Isaiah's mammoth prick, right up to the base, the randy redhead using her skilled tongue to unthread his leather belt from the loops on his jeans.
“Ooh, wow!” Alison cooed. “Impressive, huh? Trust me, guys,” she smirked, “you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!”
Amy unbuckled Isaiah’s belt and began to tug down his jeans; the football star’s long, girthy cock revealing itself inch by inch as she did so. First came the base; the thick, veiny hilt sprouting from his neatly trimmed bush of wiry, afro-like pubes like the trunk of a mighty oak. She continued down the shaft; the span of his fat dark cock coiled by large, protruding veins, like throbbing strands of ivy. Finally, as the waistband of his jeans reached nearly down to his knees, Isaiah’s dick shot out; the girthy black wang springing forth like a freshly cranked Jack-in-the-box. Amy gawked listlessly as the meaty prong stood to attention before her. The dark brown tip pointed at her pretty white face like the barrel of a shotgun, a rockpool of sticky, diluted precum gathered in the open slit.
“Holy moly!” exclaimed Alison from across the stage. “Now that is a fat fucking cock! Yowza!” she went on, her pussy burning like a furnace as she looked on at the oversized dong. “OK, let’s get started shall we? Now, people, don’t forget the most important rule of giving head: never leave your guy leaking.”
By now, prespunk was literally dripping from Isaiah’s tip like a leaking faucet.
“I mean, seriously,” she went on, “look at all that precum! You could put out the Chicago fire with that shit!”
Amy gripped the dick around mid shaft and licked at the open slit; the horny actress flicking her tongue back and forth like a deadly viper as she lapped at the seeping tip.
“How does that precum taste, Amy?” asked Alison, a manicured hand slipping less than discreetly between her thighs.
“Like warm honey,” Amy replied, the redhead slapping her lips together as she savoured the sweet nectar.
Amy fed Isaiah’s swollen crown between her lips and bobbed her pretty red head. Her glossy set of pouty pink dickpillows roamed up and down his shaft; the horny actress accomodating an additional inch of veiny, jet black meat with each pass she took. She sucked and slurped, drooled and slobbered; swallowing down inch after girthy dark inch and slathering it in oodles of slippery wet saliva as she went.
“Wowee!” cooed Alison, impressed by the tawny actress’ supreme dickslupring skills. “We’ve got a real expert here, guys. She’s sucking the hell outta that dick!”
She really was. In fact, Amy was attacking Isaiah’s cock like a ruthless predator; her stark blue eyes staring a hole through his shredded teenage body, the randy starlet slurping and drooling on the oversized dong like a seasoned pornstar.
“Remember, people,” said Alison, “get that dick nice and wet. The slicker it is, the easier it’ll slide down your throat and if you want to be true slut like Amy here, you don’t stop until that cock has disappeared. Isn’t that right, Amy?”
“Mmhmm,” Amy murmured in response, her voice muffled by the giant black wang engorged in her mouth.
The redhead took this as her cue. She placed her hands on Isaiah’s thighs, her lengthy, expertly manicured fingernails digging into his muscular flesh as she plunged forward; her dainty little nose nestling in the trimmed batch of coarse black pubes as she choked his 12 inch cock down like an expert sword swallower.
“And that’s how you do it, people!” Alison quipped as Amy came up for air; the randy starlet spitting a thick set of clear, wet saliva across the chocolate shaft as she did so. “But be careful. Cocks are a serious choking hazard. Especially ones as big as this. Don’t just choke the whole thing down in one like Amy just did, unless you’re an expert like her. Take it slowly and swallow as much as you’re comfortable with. Deepthroating is a skill that must be learned, and the more dicks you suck, the better you’ll get at it. Just have fun with it and be safe.”
Amy continued to suck away at Isaiah’s BBC; the mature beauty reeling off every trick in the blowjob handbook as she worked the young stud over. She tongued at his prickslit, encircled the head and lapped at the underside; performing each and every skill and technique with the expertise and virtuosity of a seasoned pro.
“And, of course, don’t forget the balls,” said Alison, as Amy moved down to Isaiah’s dark, low hanging nutsack; his plum-sized gonads dangling pendulously between his thighs like big, spunk filled wrecking balls.
Amy fed one between her lips and sucked on the large black nut like a flesh gobstopper, before moving onto the next; the auburn starlet jerking his big, fat cock with her soft, velvety hand all the while.
“Remember, don’t give him everything all at once,” Alison continued. “Tease that dick like there’s no tomorrow. The longer you take to get him off the harder he’ll blow, and if you’re anything like myself and Amy, you’ll want to coax the thickest, creamiest load possible out of those big, swollen balls.”
Amy licked slowly, agonoisly so, up the underside of his shaft; her soft red tongue gliding over every vein and capillary along the way, the oversized member twitching lewdly as she did so. She lapped at the tip once more; licking up a fresh puddle of precum before feeding it back inside. She attacked the cock every bit as ferociously as before; the randy MILF sucking and slurping at the fat black dong so greedily some surrounding parties feared she may eat the young man alive dick first. She sucked it down to the balls once more; the tawny actress giving those impressive deepthroat skills a further airing as the crew and phone-answering volunteers watched on in disbelief.
“Now, let’s talk about the g-spot,” said Alison, “the male g-spot. For those of you that don’t know, a man’s g-spot is located up his ass and trust me, girls, there is no better way to get that cum flying than by stimulating his pleasure points. The best way to do this while blowing a guy is to reach behind him and insert a finger. Now, it’s always best to discuss this first, or at least test the water by putting the tip in to start with. Not all guys like a finger stuck up their butt so take it slowly. Luckily, Isaiah here is well versed in the realm of assplay and his lucky female partners regularly insert a digit up his rectum in an effort to get him off. Isn’t that right, Isaiah?”
“Hmm?” Isaiah mumbled, the black football player far too enraptured by Amy’s pornstar-grade cocksucking skills to take in a word the brown-haired host was saying.
Then, suddenly, his eyes bulged in comical fashion as Amy plunged a lengthy nailed finger right up his smoothly waxed ass.
“Once it’s in there, don’t be shy,” Alison declared. “Give him a good fingering while you suck his dick,” she grinned. “Trust me, he’ll love it.”
Amy worked her finger back in forth inside Isaiah’s anus as she blew him; the naughty actress working her manicured digit back and forth inside his rectum, sliding it in knuckle deep with each pass.
“And, of course, no suckjob worth its salt is complete with a good rimming,” Alison went on. “Now you want to be careful here. Obviously make sure he’s nice and clean down there before you begin. Isaiah and the rest of the Rammers all gave themselves a good cleanse before the show so we know they’re good to go.”
Amy pulled her finger from Isaiah’s ass and circled around behind him; parting his firm black butt cheeks with her silky smooth hands and burying her face in his crack.
“Maybe don’t dive straight in like Amy here if it’s your first time. Maybe stick out your tongue and give it a lick first to see if it’s for you. Believe me, it’s something of an acquired taste. Though Amy clearly loves it,” she smirked, as her opposite number immersed herself in Isaiah’s strip-waxed crack; the randy redhead burying her pretty face in his jet black man ass like an ostrich in the sand.
“Now, if you’re really skilled, you can reach around and jerk him off while you lick his ass,” said Alison. “This is called tromboning and can be a little difficult at first, but you’ll soon get the hang of it.”
Amy stroked Isaiah’s long, spit-slicked dick with one hand and kneaded his balls with the other while she tongued at his ass.
“That’s just showing off,” Alison grinned. “But you know what they say, ‘two heads are better than one’. If you have a friend handy, have her blow him while you do it ‘cause, mark my words, nothing makes a guy erupt like having his dick sucked while you toss his salad. Allow me demonstrate.”
Alison knelt before Isaiah and wrapped her lips around his dick. She bobbed and dipped on his thick black dong; the brunette quickly proving herself to be every bit as adept at the sucking of oversized cocks as her red-haired counterpart. Before long, Isaiah found himself being positively feasted upon from both ends by two horny white women; one old enough to be his mother, the other an inappropriate, lecherous aunt.
Alison was sucking and slurping at his African schlong; choking it down to the balls repeatedly, while Amy slobbered and drooled over his smoothly waxed crack; bobbing her head back and forth as she tonguefucked his asshole. Sure enough the BJ/rimjob combo had Isaiah’s dick throbbing like mad in no time and Alison retrieved his girthy black wang from her mouth to share this newest development with the viewers.
“I think he’s ready to blow,” she declared, as she stroked his slick, wet cock. “Now there are three ways to finish a BJ; the facial, the oral cumshot and the oral creampie. We’re going to pass on the latter of the three as I know our field reporter, Mr Hornball, wouldn’t approve. Those porno guys like to see that cum flying.”
Alison reached up to fondle his nuts with her spare hand.
“But I think this stud’s got more than enough cum churning away in these big black balls to demonstrate the other two. The facial is pretty self explanatory;” she went on, “the guy nuts on your face. The oral cumshot is when the guy jerks himself off ‘til he blasts his cum into your mouth. Then, if you’re a good little slut like Amy and I, you swallow all that rich, creamy man mess down in a single glup. I think I’ll do the facial and Amy, you can do the oral cumshot. Ready, big boy?” she purred, looking up at Isaiah in a manner so sultry, it alone would’ve been enough to have lesser mortals spewing in their shorts.
Isaiah pulled this girthy black pork like his life depended on it; his dick throbbing in his hands like an athlete’s ticker.
“Now there’s plenty you can do to coax out that cumload quicker if you’re impatient like me,” Alison explained. “You can knead his balls, tongue at his prickslit, spit on his cock or, if you’ve got a girlfriend with you, you can make out before him while he pulls himself off,” she said, brushing her slick, red tongue back and forth against Amy’s. “Trust me, the sight of you two locking lips will have him blowing his beans in no time.”
Alison met Amy for a kiss; the randy duo exchanging tongues like Christmas gifts as they pressed their soft pink lips together. Sure enough, this meeting of the mouths had the desired effect. Isaiah let out a deep, brutish grunt and, knowing what was coming next, Alison braced herself for the facial blast of a lifetime.
“UUUUHHHH!!!!” Isaiah bellowed as his cock erupted; a thick jet of creamy, hot semen shooting from the hole in his dick and splattering across her face like off-white wall paint.
It went everywhere, over her lips, her nose and her cheeks. Some of it even streaked her chestnut hair, while more still clung to her mascara-heavy eyelashes in thick, gelatinous gloops.
“UUUUHHHH!!!” Isaiah roared a second time; realliging his cock with Amy’s gaping mouth as a second spunky blast spurted from his dickhole, damn near filling her maw right to the brim as he emptied his balls between her lips.
“Something else fun you can do if you have a friend with you is cum swapping,” said Alison. “This, again, is pretty self-explanatory. Basically, you pass the spunk back and forth from mouth to mouth before swallowing it down. Like this.”
Alison positioned herself below Amy; mouth agape ready to catch the hot load of virile black semen between her pouty pink lips. Amy spat the thick, gloopy mess straight into Alison’s mouth; the brown-haired starlet catching the wad of creamy, off-white spunk like a performing seal. They repeated this several times; the ladies swapping the cum to and fro like a game of pass the parcel before Amy swallowed it down into her belly in a single gulp.
“Mmm, yummy!” she exclaimed, licking her lips as she savoured the taste of the spunk.
“Well that was quite something huh, guys?” said Alison, grinning into the camera lens, her pretty face still streaked with African seed. “Well worth the 50,000 bucks I’m sure you’ll agree. Thank you, Amy, for sharing your talents with us today.”
“You’re very welcome,” Amy replied. “I had a great time!”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Alison announced, “Miss Amy Adams!”
The crew and volunteers applauded as Amy slinked offstage, the redheaded MILF waving for the cameras as she departed.
“Whoo!” Alison exclaimed, exhaling heavily; the brunette still overcome by the powerful blast of potent black semen that had splattered across her face not five minutes before.
She couldn’t take her eyes of Isaiah’s cock; the long brown beast still firmer than a steel girder as it protruded from his crotch like a fifth limb.
“OK,” she said, trying her utmost to compose herself, “let’s take a look at that pledge total shall we?”
Alison looked up at the large LED screen.
“Oh, wow! Would you look at that!” she exclaimed, one eye still fixed on Isaiah’s dick. “L-looks like you guys have kept those pledges coming in. 92,…” she paused, her blue eyes burning with desire as she looked on at Isaiah’s dark pole. “Sorry,” she laughed, “92,6...6...oh fuck, I need it! I want this cock in me right now.”
Alison gripped Isaiah by the shaft of his veiny black dong and led him across the stage like a dog on a leash. They disappeared behind the velvet curtain, Alison’s mic still on as she gave the young black stud her instructions. There was a rustling of clothing; the loud swishing noises playing out in the studio and in countless homes across the land as Alison readied herself for a spot of backstage dick.
“Get that fat black cock in my tight white pussy this instant!” she demanded, finally switching off her mic as Isaiah aligned the tip of his thick brown wang with the slit of her sopping pink twat.
“Ahem!” smiled Hugh Johnson, nervously adjusting his bowtie; the smartly dressed host attempting to remain professional amid such a display of unbridled lust. “Errr...OK...why don’t we head over to Anna Kendrick’s LA home where I believe Ricky Hornball has an update for us. Ricky?”
End of Segment #2
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Hot damn, Amy Adams and BBC, now that is a match made in heaven.
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It is sad how many times I have checked to see if you guys updated this post. quickly becoming one of my favorites. very exciting! hope we don't have to wait long for chapter 3!!
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I can't be the only one who checks this every day for the next chapter...any updates? the anticipation!!! haha. really enjoy your guy's stuff hope the writing is going well
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CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed Segment #3
Starring Margot Robbie
Codes: MF, Oral
By Slyguy, Contributions from DarkSwordsman
“Hi, Hugh.” Ricky Hornball said, the famed porn director reporting from Anna Kendrick’s plush green backyard as a mass of bikini-clad celebs and shirtless dark-skinned hunks congregated behind him. “Yep, things are really starting to hot up here at Miss Kendrick’s Hollywood home, and I’m not just talking about the temperature, which has soared into the low 90’s. Over the past half hour or so, a host of flash convertible sports cars have pulled up to the curb outside, as a small army of A-list partygoers arrived at the luxury pad.”
A montage of pre-filmed shots of Anna’s glamorous celebrity guests arriving played over the top as Hornball continued his piece to camera. Mary Elizabeth Winstead blew a kiss to the camera as she clambered out of her shiny red Porsche. Elizabeth Olsen pulled her skimpy string bikini top to the side, flashing one of her perky B cup titties, while Kristen Bell whipped up the indecently low cut hem of her frayed denim mini skirt, showing off her peachy, beach bronzed buttcheeks for the camera as she started up the lengthy driveway. The camera cut back to Hornball.
“So as you can see the A-list beauties are out in full force this afternoon and ready to have some fun,” he went on. “Yes, things look like they could get pretty wild here in West Hollywood if we reach our goal, so please, keep those pledges coming in.”
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“Wow! Looks like it’s shaping up to be quite the party! I can’t wait to see more. We will check in again soon. I have a feeling even more guests will be trickling in.” Hugh said, just as a loud ding sounded behind him.
He looked up to the screen of numbers, ever ticking upwards. It read 100,101. There was a smattering of applause throughout the studio. From somewhere behind the velvet curtain, you could hear muffled shrieks coming from Alison as she did who knows what to that well-hung young man.
“Alright folks! Well done! We’ve reached our next pledge goal!” Hugh gave a loud cheer. “We sincerely appreciate your donations. Before we introduce our next guest, let me go over some of the rewards you will receive as a donor.”
“OH YES! GIVE TO ME GOOD WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK! YEA! YEA! YEA!” Alison screamed, easily audible even from all the way backstage.
Hugh raised his voice a little louder. “Like we’ve said before, all donors, regardless of amount will receive a free membership to both CelebsGoBlack.com and Sex-Ed For Dummies for an entire year. However, if you donate 15 dollars, yes only 15 dollars, you will receive this calendar with some of your favorite moments from our back catalogue of videos.”
A PA handed him a calendar and Hugh began flipping through it. Plastered above the days of each month was a photo taken of one of the many scenes shot so far by both companies. March had Hayley Atwell with her massive knockers up front and center, a long, dark prick smushed between them. July had Bryce Dallas Howard, a look of shock on her face as a fat cock filled her backdoor. October had Anna Kendrick, smiling as she gargled a full mouthful of thick, sticky cum. December had a cum-drenched Taylor Swift giving two thumbs up as she knelt around a crowd of satisfied looking wangs.
“That’s really just the start of the donor rewards. We’ve got more-” Hugh started to say, but he was cut off as Alison stomped out from behind the curtain.
Her dress was askew, one tit hanging out and hiked up above her waist, no underwear in sight. You could just make out the hint of a pearly white load leaking out between her pussy lips. Walking gingerly across the stage on shaky legs, she quickly adjusted herself, covering up her boob and adjusting her dress, smoothing out the wrinkled material. Dried cum was still smeared across her face from her session with Amy Adams.
“Phew. Sorry about that Hugh. What did I miss?”
Hugh cleared his throat, “Eh-hem. Well, Alison. We’ve hit our next pledge goal. Care to tell the viewers what they’re about to see?”
“Yes of course. We have Margot Robbie on location in Licksville. She’ll be talking with the head coach of the Rammers. Well, maybe a bit more than talking.” She flashed a wink at the camera, globs of semen still clinging to her mascara laden lashes. “We wanted you to see first-hand what the situation is like for these boys. Margot? Take it away!” As the lights dimmed and they prepared to switch camera feeds, Alison asked, “Does anyone have a wet wipe?”
***
“Thanks, Alison. I’m here with Mr. Jeremiah Rollins, head coach of the Licksville Rammers. How are you today mate?”
“Umm, I’m good.” He said, clearly distracted by the site of this gorgeous tanned blonde in front of him.
His eyes roamed up and down her lithe and supple body. Margot was wearing short shorts, the rounded globes of her peachy tanned ass hanging out for all to see. She had on the whitest of tank tops, both nipples easily visible through the thin material. Her long blonde hair flowed around her head like a golden halo. Pink gloss covered her lips, and mascara swept across her lashes and lids alike.
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The pair of them were in the middle of a dusty and desolate field. Worn and torn chain-like fences sat rusting in the distance, barely visible through the haze of heat in this rural Alabama backwater town. The fence surrounded the so called football field. It looked more like a vacant lot. The grass was yellow and wiry, more weeds than anything else. Large stretches of barren earth pockmarked the landscape. If you squinted, you could just make out faint white lines, indicating yardage. In the background, a mangy looking dog rummaged through some garbage. The stands were little more than a collection of broken lawn chairs on the sidelines.
“So, this is your home field?” The bleach blonde Aussie actress asked, looking around and doing her best to hide the expression of disgust on her pretty face.
Coach Rollins nodded sadly. He was a surprisingly young man, tall and good looking, his skin a shade darker than coal. In fact, he looked just fresh out of college. He scratched the stubble clinging to his cheeks and adjusted his Licksville Rammers cap, dark eyes squinting at Margot. He mashed his teeth on gum he’d been chewing all day.
“You used to play football, is that correct?” Margot asked as the pair began to meander towards the middle of the field.
“Yah. In college. D1 till my knee blew out. Runningback.” He said, a bittersweet tone mixing with his heavy southern drawl.
“D1? Wow. Is that good? I know nothing about football. We don’t have it in Australia. We’ve got football, or soccer, as you Americans call it. But, truth be told, I’m a rugby fan myself.”
“It’s the best. Top tier. I was being groomed for the NFL.”
“What’s that? The Naughty Fuck Legion?” Margot asked, batting her bright blue eyes, her mind clearly already focused on what came after the interview.
“What? No. The National Football League.” Coach Rollins was staring at her perplexedly, while she bit her lower lip, shamelessly eye-fucking him.
“So how did you end up here? In this…place?”
“I’m from here originally. Licksville, born and raised. I made it out, but most of these boys won’t. After my knee went and my career as an athlete was over, I decided to come home and help out those who were just like me. These boys are good. They could have what it takes to go all the way. But, look around us. This place is shit. Nothing for them here. That’s why I was happy when your people contacted us. It’s amazing, truly. Thanks for donating ya’ll!” He said, looking into the camera and giving a thumbs up.
“Mhmm, handsome and generous!” Margot squealed with delight as they arrived in the center of the field. Her expression dropped when she stared at the picnic blanket laid out. Margot looked around and said to someone off-screen, “Here? Really?” Apparently she got the thumbs up, because she shrugged and said, “Alright. Fuck it, it’s for charity. Let’s get down to it!”
Coach Rollins looked around, “Err, to what exactly?”
Margot gave a trilling laugh, spreading her manicured fingers across his chest and sliding them down his body. As they trailed down his fit figure, she squatted in front of him, excitedly groping the tubular bulge in the tight crotch of his khakis.
“Woah! Miss! What the hell?” He said, as Margot pawed at his crotch, feeling the hardening package growing there.
“Umm? Getting pledges. Duh.” She said with a wink towards the camera.
Without further ado, she undid his pants, pulling them down around his ankles. She stared opened mouth at the now very poorly concealed thick cock hiding beneath his underwear.
“Yummy!” Margot exclaimed, pulling the 10-inch jet black trouser snake out and wrapping her fist around it, stroking and licking her lips seductively. “Isn’t this is a treat!”
“What kind of charity is this?” He asked utterly bewildered.
“Someone didn’t read the fine print! We’re CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed baby!” Margot said, opening her pink glossy lips wide and chowing down on the fat black prick.
“OH FUCK!” Coach Rollins exclaimed as he watched his dark dick disappear from sight between the lips of the Aussie bombshell.
Margot took him down to the very base, her nose buried in his wiry trimmed pubes. Gazing up at him alluringly, her cheeks sucked inwards, drool pooling at the corners of her lips. Pulling back to the tip with a wet slurp, she licked at his winking piss slit. Already a jewel of precum glistened there as she squeezed the shaft. Her dainty hand found his heavy black balls, fondling the cum-churning gonads in her palm as she swallowed him whole again. All 10 inches of his veiny, girthy jet black wang was stuffed down her gullet as she held him there. Releasing him with a gasp, Margot proceeded to go to work. Sucking, licking and lapping at the hefty slab of dark meat, she used just about every oral trick in the book before finishing up. Looking at the camera, strings of saliva hung from her lips and chin. She wiped them away before speaking.
“Remember, before you get to actual penetration, a little foreplay goes a long way. I sucked his ding-dong, now he’ll lick this pussy.”
“I will?” Coach Rollins asked, still seemingly bewildered by the sudden erotic turn of events.
Margot only nodded as she stripped. Peeling her tank top off, her tanned skin already glistened with sweat from the humid heat of Southern Alabama. Shimmying out of her short shorts, her lack of underwear apparent, she struck a pose for the camera as they panned upwards, taking in every inch of her beauty. Laying down on the picnic blanket, she spread her tanned smooth legs wide, indicating for Rollins to get down and lick. He quickly ditched the rest of his clothes and spat out his gum before burying his thick, curly afroed head between her thighs. His dark lips met her pink ones as he sucked her clit, running his tongue along her labia.
“Mhmmm! YES!” Margot called out, intertwining her fingers in his dense, curly hair.
Her grip on his head was tight as he sunk two meaty dark fingers straight into her cunt. Tongue still lapping away at her clit, he worked those strong hands. Fingers slid in and out, getting her nice and worked up for what was coming next. Knuckle deep with each thrust, she was soon gushing and getting impatient. She didn't want to wait for that cock any longer.
“Enough teasing. Get that black dick inside me!” She said, spreading her legs wide, her pussy primed and ready to go. “We’re gonna start off with some good ol’ missionary.”
He slid inside with the greatest of ease, his fat chocolate schlong filling up her pussy in a way that Margot had rarely experienced before. Spitting curses as he came to rest balls deep inside of her, she stared dazedly at him. Holding himself aloft on powerful arms, he began to work his hips, thrusting deep inside with every sharp smack of flesh. Margot wrapped her tanned smooth legs around his dark muscular exterior and dug her well-kept nails into his sweaty back. Grunting as he slammed his girthy salami into her velvet box, Margot had the biggest grin as she faced the camera. He continued humping for the next few minutes, speeding faster and faster until their crotches were banging together with more force and aggression than an offensive line after the snap. It attracted the mangy dog, who trotted over to investigate the source of the loud screaming as Margot was fucked silly by the biggest, blackest dick she’d ever taken. One of the camera crew had to shoo it away. Unwrapping her legs from around him, she pushed him off and rolled over onto her stomach, legs closed, her pussy slit visible and dripping.
“Pronebone feels great, really tight around his dick with your legs closed like this.”
Coach Rollins laid down on top of her, jabbing her with his hefty member. Blindly poking around, Margot felt the mushroom head push against her asshole and quickly said, “Woah! Wrong hole mate! Anal is coming up, but not for me! No way am I taking that monster up the ass. I’d be walking funny for a week.”
She reached behind herself and positioned him correctly against her twat. He pushed in, splitting apart her labia as Margot split the air with another cry of pleasure. Fully encased inside of her, he began humping like a madman. At one point he grabbed onto her tanned buttcheeks and spread them apart, his dark hands easily large enough to encompass the entirety of her tight tushy. The cameraman hurried forward to get a nice shot of her bleached butthole as Rollins fucked her even harder. Each thrust of his powerful hips seemed to propel Margot forward another inch or two. Her arms were outstretched, scrabbling to hold onto something, but found nothing but the red and white crisscrossed fabric. He fucked her so hard that before long she was off the blanket, perfectly manicured fingers clawing at the dirt. Rollins refused to relent. Margot was a gibbering mess, the sensation of his big black cock hitting deeper than she had thought possible, enough to drive her crazy. Eventually she stopped him when she bit down and got a mouthful of wilted grass. He pulled out with a wet slurp, his cock still hard as a rock. Kneeling on all fours, she got back into the center of the blanket and waggled her ass for him and the camera.
“Doggystyle is a great way to mix things up. I absolutely love getting plowed from behind.”
Coach Rollins knelt on the blanket, wincing slightly on his bad knee, as he lined up his dark member with her gushing snatch, reentering her in one powerful motion. The camera had circled around to Margot’s face to get her reaction as she was filled with the thick, girthy fuckstick. Her eyes fluttered, mouth a round inviting circle as she felt his balls slap against her clit. Then he started thrusting, holding onto her shapely hips like handles, giving it to her every bit as hard as before. Their banging genitals intermingled with screams from Margot and grunts from Rollins. The cacophony of orgasmic pleasure reverberated across the desolate field.
“FUCK YEA MATE! FUCK ME! USE THAT BIG BLACK COCK AND FUCK MEEEEE!!!!” She squealed, her voice going higher and higher.
Rollins reached forward to grab her swinging breasts, squeezing the tanned titflesh in between his large charcoal colored fingers. Tweaking her nipples, he humped her with even greater frenzy, sending ripples along her entire body with each solid cunt-filling impact.
“Ya crazy blondie.” Coach Rollins said, pulling out of her twat and grabbing hold of his dick. “Why dontcha ya get over here and suck on this dick again.”
Margot nodded and spun around on the blanket, taking her favorite type of dark meat back between her lips. Tasting herself, she moaned appreciatively, sucking down every ounce of residue left by her tight twat.
She dropped him to say, “It’s no ass to mouth, but I still taste pretty good!”
Taking him again down to the balls, her pink lips bobbed up and down every thick, veiny inch of the massive black member. Rollins who thought the oral service might grant him a reprieve, found out he was very much mistaken. Indeed, Margot seemed intent on sucking his very soul out through his cock. Once she had thoroughly cleaned herself off his cock, she pushed him onto his back. His dick stood tall, his heavy balls brushing against the blanket.
“Switching positions like this is a great way to extend your fuck session.” Margot said, looking towards the camera and stroking the spit soaked prick in front of her while fondling his balls with her other hand. “It gives the guy a momentary reprieve from your tight cunt. Plus, new positions mean new sensations for you and him. Maybe he’s got a tiny pecker and isn’t hitting the right spot.” She looked down at the monster in her dainty white hands. “Obviously not a problem here, but search around. Eventually you’ll find a position that’s best for both of you.” She turned her gaze down towards Rollins. “Now, I’m going to ride you until I’m sore. And you’re gonna blow a nice big wad of sticky spunk right in my pretty pussy. Got it?”
He nodded silently as Margot threw a leg over him, teasing her sopping wet entrance with the chocolate bellend. Sinking down upon it, both let out grunts. Bouncing, she began to ride him, her hips pounding against him as she worked her snug snatch up and down his meaty pole.
“Cowgirl! A personal favorite of mine!” She said to the camera, placing both hands on his muscular chocolate chest and digging her nails into the wiry hair covering it. “His cock hits deep!”
Rollins bucked his own hips, thrusting upwards even as Margot brought her tight, lithe body downwards, ensuring every inch of his veiny, thick black cock pierced as deep as it could. Their lengthy fuck session drawing to a close, Margot’s pussy was positively gushing and she made it known she getting close.
“THAT’S IT! YES! MAKE ME CUM YOU HUNG BLACK STUD!!! I’M GONNA CREAM ALL OVER THAT FAT FUCKING DICK!!! OH MY GAWD YES!!”
Her cries intensified, growing in volume and pitch until her body suddenly stiffened and she climaxed. Her back arched, throwing her blonde head back and thrusting out her chest, tits jiggling. Rollins felt her already tight cunt squeezing his prick ever tighter, but never stopped his upwards trajectory into her even as she threatened to topple off of him. He was panting like he was sprinting towards the end zone. As she came back around, her pussy still being pummeled, Margot opened her piercing blue eyes and smiled down slyly at him.
“You about to cum mate?” She asked, starting to gyrate her hips, rocking them from side to side and back to back.
“Yah babe.” Rollins said, sweat on his forehead. “Get ready for it. HERE IT COMES!”
He roared like a raging beast as his big black cock swelled inside Margot’s velvet box and began unloading hot jizz, spraying like a firehose. Margot’s eyes grew impossibly wide as she felt the massive member jerk inside of her, pumping spurt after spurt of hot, thick milky cum. Heat bloomed deep inside her as her womb was painted white. He gave one final grunt and spurt and then relaxed, laying back and wiping the sweat off his forehead. Margot climbed off of him, flopping to the ground and spreading her legs for the camera. One hand peeled her pussy lips apart and they got a nice up-close shot of the murky white man-goo oozing out of her well-fucked slit.
“This is called a creampie. And boy does it feel good to have this black man’s spunk inside of me.” She giggled at the camera. “I can’t believe I got fucked in a football field. Again. Well, an American football field, but still. Anyways that’s about it for me. You’ve seen what these boys have to work with. Hope you’ve made a pledge. If not, what are you waiting for?!? Donate now! Don’t sleep on this one people.”
The camera panned around the desolate wasteland that was the field one more time for dramatic effect. In the background Margot could be heard.
“Do we need any B-roll footage of me fucking him?”
One of the crew replied, “No Ms. Robbie, we should be good.”
“Better safe than sorry!”
One second later you could hear Coach Rollins groaning again and the sound of someone sloppily sucking his cock.
***
Back in the Sex-Ed For Dummies studio, Alison had cleaned up and was once again looking presentable. There were a few cumstains on her dress and in her hair, but for the most part she was back to put together.
“Wow, truly tragic. Look at what these young men have to work with. Your pledges will go a long way to helping them out. Building a suitable field, better equipment, setting up a fund to send them to college. All of it. Let’s take a look at the board, shall we?”
She moved gracefully across the stage to where the phones were still ringing off the hook. Above them on the big LED screen, the total amount read 213, 619.
“Look at that! We’ve already hit our next pledge goal. Thanks in no small part to you Margot!”
Alison paused and the camera switched back to her. She was on all fours again, getting railed from behind, utterly oblivious to the camera centered on her. It quickly cut back to Alison, who smirked.
“Can’t really blame her on that one. We like to have fun here. I’m so happy we hit our next pledge goal, because it means I can welcome my good friend and Mad Men costar to the stage, Christina Hendricks! I hope you enjoyed our little demonstration with Amy Adams, because that was nothing compared to what we have in store next!”
End of Segment #3
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Fuck...Yes! Worth the wait
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I'm not the biggest Margot Robbie fan, but she is hot though and I really enjoyed this story. Some of the names you dropped at the beginning I am a fan of. Speaking of names, is Christina Hendricks next to get her brains fucked out? ;D
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Nice work, you and Dark Swordsman make a hell of a duo.
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You guys are killing it with this. I love these set ups and I’m checking often just like your other fans.
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CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed Segment #4
Starring Christina Hendricks
Featuring Alison Brie
Codes: M+F, M+FF, Facial, Oral
By DarkSwordsman, Contributions From Slyguy
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Christina Hendricks emerged from behind the red velvet curtain; the cameras following her as she crossed the well-lit stage. She really was a sight to behold; the curvy redheaded MILF heavily, though tastefully, made up with the finest, most expensive beauty products on the market. Her pouty, bee stung lips were glazed with designer lipstick; a dark red that perfectly complimented her curled fiery locks and pale, alabaster cheeks, dabs of rouge giving her smooth, milky white skin a rosy glow.
She wore a gorgeous black evening gown that hugged her thick, voluptuous frame like a second skin; the outlines of her deliciously round rump and shapely, child bearing hips accented to such a degree that Stevie Wonder himself would’ve had trouble missing them, and that was just the beginning. As was common with a woman of her build, Christina’s dress had been custom made, but even with her impressive measurements taken into account, the garment still fell someway short of fully covering her modesty. As such, her enormous 32F cans were thrust up front and center for all to see; her priceless gown offering up a cleavage so deep and cavernous it could’ve disappeared the Sears Tower given half the chance.
“Hey, girl!” shrieked an excited Alison Brie as Miss Hendricks made her approach.
“Hey, Ali!” Christina replied, meeting her friend in an embrace. “It’s so great to be back here again!”
A nearby cameraman moved in for a close up as the squeezing together of bodies caused Christina’s ample bosom to emerge even further from the confines of her designer dress; so much so that her giant, creamy white chest mounds nearly spilled free from the priceless garment altogether. The ladies chatted amongst themselves, praising one another on their hair, makeup and outfits; seemingly forgetting their hosting duties entirely as they exchanged compliments like friends on a night out.
“Ehem!” exclaimed Hugh Johnson from across the stage; Alison’s co-host loudly clearing his throat in an effort to return the brunette actress to the task at hand.
“Oh, hey, Hugh,” said Christina, before quickly returning to her friend; the pair nattering away like moms at a soccer game.
Hugh rolled his eyes. “Alison!” he barked, the ladies promptly halting their private conversation and looking across in his direction. “You were saying, about the next pledge goal…”
“Oh, right, yes, yes, of course,” said Alison, finally addressing the camera. “Yes, we’ve reached our pledge goal of 200,000 bucks, and this, my dear,” she added, turning back to Christina, “is where you come in. Did our producer tell you what it is you’re going to be doing for us today?”
“Mmhmm,” Christina murmured. “I’m gonna be sucking a bunch of dicks, right?”
“That’s right,” Alison replied. “Also known as a blowbang for those of you that don’t know,” she said, turning to the camera. “Now, Christina, we’ve got seven burly, young dark-skinned studs stood backstage, just waiting for that pretty little mouth of yours to drain every ounce of cum out of their big black balls.” The camera cut to the band of ebony-skinned football stars waiting patiently behind the red velvet curtain. “Think you can handle that?”
“I’ll give it a good shot,” Christina grinned.
“I’m sure you will,” said Alison. “I’ve seen you handle more dicks than that in your time, so this should be a walk in the park for you. Who knows, if these guys play their cards right, maybe we’ll have found some special guests for our next get together with the girls.”
The camera cut backstage once more; the boys exchanging grins at the prospect of some after hours fun with these two horny white women and their celebrity friends.
“Maybe,” Christina smirked; the buxom redhead clearly excited by what was to come.
“OK, so without further ado, let’s bring out our studs,” Alison declared, turning towards the back of the stage. “Alright, boys, out you come.”
The guys marched out in single file from behind the red curtain and lined up across the well lit stage. Christina gasped. She put a hand to her heaving chest, her plump red lips agape as she looked across at the row of hulking black studs. Despite having yet to finish high school, each one of the dark-skinned youths already boasted the build of an NFL veteran and their letterman jackets and tight-fitting white t-shirts did little to obscure the bulging biceps, barrel-like chests and rippling six pack abs hidden away beneath.
“Wow!” she exclaimed. “All for me?”
“Uh huh,” Alison grinned. “Well, I might join in a little, but yeah, they’re all yours,” she declared. “Have fun.”
Christina strutted across the stage; the chesty actress noticing a certain stir in the crotches of all seven men as she approached, the breathtaking jiggle of her big, bouncing breasts enough to have even the most devout of homosexuals swelling up down below. She stopped at the center of the row; resting her manicured hands on the broad chests of two of the shredded black youths as she gazed up at them with her shimmering blue eyes.
“Hey, boys,” she said, in a breathy coo so sexy and alluring it would have put Marilyn Monroe herself to shame.
The guys said nothing in response and closed in around the busty MILF; the band of burly, dark-skinned studs encircling her like schoolyard bullies. Before long, Christina found herself surrounded; the stacked starlet marooned in a sea of tar black skin, long dreadlocks, nealty barbed fades, carefully styled cornrows, ripped hulk-like bodies and thick, protruding trouser bulges. Hands were on her in an instant; a multitude of large black paws squeezing and smacking her ass and groping her huge tits.
“Now, the key to a good blowbang is taking control,” said Alison Brie, the brown-haired actress commentating from the sidelines as the seven-on-one suckfest got underway. “Remember, you’re sucking their dicks. You’re the one in the hot seat, so don’t let them dominate you. Let them have a sample of what you’re working with, sure,” she added, “but make sure it’s not a one way street.”
Christina targeted the two young hunks standing before her and reached down to grope at their crotches, her eyes bulging as she touched what felt like a pair of Burmese pythons slithering down their pant legs.
“See,” said Alison, “Christina’s getting a good feel for them too, and it looks like she’s found something she likes,” she grinned, the redhead biting her pouty red lips with desire as she stroked the boys’ girthy black cocks through their pants.
“Obviously, as you’re just sucking dick, undressing is optional,” Alison declared. “With this many cocks on hand, though, I’d highly recommend it. Especially if you’re wearing an expensive dress like Christina here. There’s gonna be a lot of cum flying about and try explaining away all those stains when you drop it off at the drycleaners!”
The boys took this as their cue, and one unzipped the back of Christina’s dress while two others tugged it down past her chest. The garment clung so tightly to her bulging bust, that it took considerable strain upon the young men’s rippling arm muscles to pull it down to her midriff, but once they did there wasn’t a soft dick in the house. Indeed, the auburn starlet’s breasts spilled out like melons from a grocery bag; the magnificent milk jugs hanging in gravity defying pertitude above the rest of her curvaceous frame. Jaws hit the floor in unison as football stars, pledge takers, camera guys and the producer alike stared in disbelief at the mesmerising set of mammoth-sized mammary glands ballooning from her chest.
“That’s a good set of jugs huh, guys?” Alison grinned. “I’ve seen them countless times before so I’m used to them, but it looks like our guys here have gotten a little distracted. Come on, boys,” she said, walking up behind two of the guys, Wendell and Tyreke, and giving them a slap on their firm, steel-hard buns, “those titties ain’t gonna suck themselves!”
The guys came to their senses like they’d been snapped out of a trance. They reached up to cup Christina’s breasts; smooth, lotioned stretches of creamy white titflesh spilling through the gaps in their fingers as they squeezed and groped. Thick African lips wrapped around her puffy pink nipples as they sucked on her jiggling juggies like infants at feeding time. Christina cooed in delight as the dark-skinned hunks feasted on her funbags, two more tugging her dress past her shapely hips and down to her expensive stilettos. The redhead reciprocated; unbuckling Wendell’s belt as a young man behind her, Julius, parted her thick white buttcheeks and burrowed his face in her crack.
Christina groaned, unable even to carry on undressing the stud before her as Julius’ long, thick tongue lapped fervently at her swollen clit. She reached back and grabbed a handful of his dreadlocks, the buxom starlet holding the young man’s head in the crack of her ass so firmly that he couldn’t have escaped if he’d wanted to. With Christina’s attention elsewhere, Wendell took it upon himself to continue undressing. His friends followed suit, and jackets were shed and pants dropped in perfect unison. Some tore off their tight white t-shirts, revealing their coal-dark bodies in all their shredded, musclebound, heavily tattooed glory, while others left theirs on.
Soon, big black cocks dangled between strong, muscular thighs in all directions; each longer, thicker and darker that the last. Christina leant forward; Julius still tonguing at her dripping wet gash as she fed Wendell’s dick between her lips. She moaned and groaned around the big dark cock swelling in her mouth as her hands quickly found two others; the busty actress stroking them vigorously as two other dark-skinned studs slapped their dicks against her ass. Finally, Julius came up for air; the black youth smacking Christina’s ass he rose to his feet. She dropped to her knees, sucking greedily at Wendell’s girthy dark schlong all the while. The guys closed in on her, jerking themselves off excitedly as they awaited their turn in her alluring white mouth. She stroked and tugged at the cocks on either side. Hands grasped and pawed at her tits; the milky mounds jiggling delightfully as she bobbed her pretty head on Wendell’s crotch.
Before long, Christina had sucked Wendell’s dick right down to the balls; all ten of the football star’s thick, veiny inches disappearing between her pouty red lips like an X-rated magic trick. With her head still, two the guys behind her took it upon themselves to slap their ever stiffening dicks against her crown; little drops of diluted precum splattering across her fiery red hair as they did so. Christina released Wendell’s dick between from her mouth and quickly went for another; the auburn MILF turning her head 90 degrees as she sucked down a second girthy black cock to her left.
“Giving a blowbang is a bit like spinning plates,” said Alison Brie as she watched on from the side. “You have to rotate regularly to make sure every cock remains thoroughly rigid,” she added, Christina’s arms criss crossing like a game of Twister as she did her best to stroke every dick within spitting distance.
“Otherwise the guys will find other ways to entertain themselves,” Alison laughed, as the boys continued to whack their long hard cocks against Christina’s head, some squatting slightly to slap their dicks against her big, bouncing breasts. “Unfortunately, most people can only handle three at a time, maybe four if you can fit two in your mouth at once,” Alison went on. “Luckily for Christina, she’s got a great set of tits, so that gives her a leg up on the rest of us.”
Eager to demonstrate, Wendell fed his dick between Christina’s jugs; the hung black youth groping and fondling the titanic ta-tas as he sawed his dong between them like a master craftsman. His dick was so big that it poked against her jaw each time it emerged from the depths of her cleavage and as Christina sucked Tyreke’s girthy, dark schlong right down to the base, Wendell’s cockhead prodded against her mandible like a long black stick. Her multitasking skills were second to none, and the chesty starlet stroked two cocks with expert precision, her hands little more than white, manicured blurs as she jerked the throbbing pricks.
Christina continued around the circle; stroking and jerking, sucking and slurping at any thick black wang that came her way, swallowing them down to the hilt and taking each one between her lilywhite fucktanks for good measure. She spat and drooled, slavered and slobbered, making sure every dick in a two foot radius was lubed up and dripping with her spittle; the randy redhead reeling off every trick in her oral arsenal as she worked her away around the ring of studs.
She tongued at slits, encircled heads, lapped at undersides and sucked on balls; tugging, stroking and tittyfucking all the while; the buxom MILF handling no fewer than four of the oversized black prongs at any given time. But in spite of Christina’s best efforts, a few of the dicks started to go slack, and some of the studs were far to engrossed in her big, bouncing tits and thick, round ass to even stroke themselves as they awaited their turns. Fortunately for Christina, she had a friend nearby, ready to leap in at a moment’s notice, should such a problem arise.
“The trickiest part of a blowbang is keeping all the dicks hard,” Alison declared, “and, inevitably, one or two are bound to soften a tad at some point or other. Don’t worry, it happens to everyone, even experts like Christina. We all need a helping hand once in a while, that’s why it’s best to organise a two person blowbang, especially if you’re just starting out. That way if you’re starting to struggle, your friend can come and help you out.”
Alison tugged her dress down to her waist and waded into the fray, her perky C cups jiggling as she marched defiantly into the ring of black hunks. She squatted down beside her friend and go to work; the brown-haired beauty targeting those who were going limp and sucking and jerking them back to full rigidity within seconds. The girls worked their ways around the circle of studs; clockwise, counterclockwise, their pretty heads bobbing and dipping on every African crotch that came their way, the horny starlets sucking each of the black dongs down to the balls and back, regardless of shape, length or girth.
At one point, the ladies went twos up on Julius’ long black fucktick; Christina blowing him, while Alison sucked his balls, their arms little more than blurs of lilywhite skin and golden jewelry as they jerked and beat off any thick dark schlong they could get their hands on. At another, a big dark wang sawed between Christina’s rack, while Alison’s mouth gaped lewdly at the the entrance, ready to catch the swollen brown head every time it emerged from the creamy white depths. This went on for some time, the girls sucking and stroking a multitude of fat black cocks; swallowing each and every one of the oversized dongs right down to the hilt with minimal fuss or bother.
“OK,” announced Alison Brie, retrieving a girthy black schlong from between her lips, “I think Christina’s got it from here. Actually, girl, it looks like the guys have got a little surprise for you.”
The camera cut to the far side of the stage as the remaining four Licksville Rammers wheeled out a long cream leather futon from behind the velvet curtain. The boys parked it at the center of the platform and bumped fists with some of their buddies before disappearing backstage. The guys helped Christina to her feet and led her over to the futon; the chesty starlet moving as quickly as her spindly stiletto heels would allow. She layed on her back atop the leather futon with her pretty red head hanging over one of the ends. One of the black studs, a boy named Jamal, quickly took up position at her mouth. The chiseled hunk fed his long dark wang between her lips and right down to the base; his heavy, spit slicked balls squishing against her face as he buried his cock inside her.
In the meantime, a second man, Gerald, had straddled her voluptuous frame. He slapped his thick slab of jet black man meat between her massive tits and wrapped them around it with his hands; the whopping set of doughy, creamy white fuckjugs enveloping his wang like buns around a hotdog. Before she knew it, Christina was being taken from all sides; her hands reaching out for two long black cocks to stroke and jerk as the ripped young studs surrounded her from all angles. Gerald drilled his dick between her tits; his lengthy black schlong slicing between her marvelous milktanks like a saw through a 2X4. Meanwhile, Jamal thrusted back and forth between her plump red lips; guiding his dick down to the hilt with each pass, his big, spunk filled balls slapping against her forehead as he fucked her skilled white mouth.
But even from this position, Christina was able to retain control. In fact, she was leading her band of seven studs like a puppet master and as Jamal’s spit soaked dong slipped from her mouth, the busty actress guided him with a hand on his thigh; letting the dark-skinned youth know exactly where she wanted him. Jamal stroked his cock as he fed his balls between her lips; the football star dipping his bulging, coal-black gonads into her gaping mouth like a teabag in hot water. Christina sucked on his balls like they’d been dipped in honey, her mouth bulging like a squirrel with a nut as she held both of the swollen, cum-churning orbs between her lips at once.
Christina remained in this position for some time; two lines of horny black youths soon forming at her head and chest, each one ready and waiting to fuck her pretty mouth or plow her epic rack with his dong. One man, Darnell, had grown tired of waiting. He knelt at the end of the futon, parted Christina’s milky white thighs and buried his cock in her pussy. Alison, who was watching on from the other end, caught sight of the young man thrusting between Christina’s legs through the mass of dark-skinned bodies.
“Hey, you!” she barked, pointing at the mischievous stud from across the leather futon. “This is meant to be a blowbang,” she yelled, marching across the stage like an irate mother. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get your cock out of that pussy this instant!”
Though the muffled moans and groans from Christina’s mouth suggested she had no such complaints herself, Darnell did as he was told. But Alison got a little more than she bargained for when he fed his sticky, wet cock straight between her lips.
“MMMPF!” she exclaimed, her brown eyes nearly popping straight out of their sockets as the black youth buried his dong in her gaping maw.
But she didn’t object for too long; a series of muted groans soon escaping her glossy pink lips as she sucked the dick clean. Darnell retrieved his dick from her greedy mouth, repositioning the tip at the opening of Christina's cooch and looking across at Alison for permission.
“Oh, go on then,” she said, rolling her pretty blue eyes. “But make sure you give me another taste.”
Darnell grinned and fed his dick back inside, humping wildly as he drilled out Christina’s cunt, retracting regularly to feed his glistening wet cock into Alison’s waiting mouth.
“Cocky little bastard,” she smirked, looking up at the chiseled youth as he flashed her a toothy smile. “I’ll teach you to fuck with my scene.”
She circled around behind the humping stud, prizing apart his smoothly waxed, musclebound buttcheeks and buried her face inside. Darnell’s eyes bulged as he plowed away at Christina’s gash, the young man unprepared to have his rear end devoured in such a way by the randy A-list host. Alison lapped mercilessly at his anus; glasping his buttcheeks with her expertlty filed fingers as she tongued his strip waxed ass. The feeling of Alison tonguefucking his asshole, not to mention the vice-like grip of Christina’s hot, slick twat around his fat black dong, had Darnell on the verge of orgasm within seconds. His dick throbbed uncontrollably inside Christina’s tight pink gash, a thick load of creamy warm spunk brewing in his giant balls. Alison heard his brutish, animalistic grunts as he plowed away at Christina’s pussy, saw his hands trembling as he clasped onto her creamy white thighs and knew his climax was close at hand.
“This guy’s gonna cum!” she declared, rising to her feet beside him, her lengthy fingernails clawing at his ass like the talons of a golden eagle. “Aren’t ya, big boy?”
The boys clambered off of Christina’s supine frame and she dropped to her knees, ready and waiting for her first load of gloopy African seed.
“Now there’s two things you can do with all that cum after a blowbang,” said Alison, as she addressed the nearest camera, “swallow it all down or take it on your face. Both are fun but today we’re going to focus on the face. This is known as bukakke and it’s a bit messy, but trust me, the feeling of all that hot, thick spunk all over your face...there’s really nothing like it!”
Darnell jerked his throbbing cock as Christina assumed the position. She tongued lewdly at his winking prickslit as she cupped her giant cans; the stacked starlet offering up her pretty face and ample bosom as a lilywhite canvas to paint with his seed. Two other guys flanked him on either side; all three stroking their pulsing black dongs as they aimed them at her upper half.
Two of the dicks went off at exactly the same time, with the third not far behind. Thick jets of warm, verile spunk shot from their dickholes, splattering across her face and chest in equal measure. Lines formed behind the three at the front and no sooner had the trio of blacks blown their piping hot loads, had two more stepped up; blasting torrents of cum, every bit as creamy and thick as those that came before, over her gorgeous white face and heaving F cup bosom. By the time they were done, Christina had been bathed in goop from the chest up, nigh on every inch of her face and bust coated with African semen. Thick streaks made a mess of her curly red hair, while ounces and ounces of the stuff glued her blue eyes shut and dripped down her cheeks and nose.
“Wow! That’s a lotta cum, huh guys?” Alison remarked, grinning at the camera. “Did you enjoy yourself, Christina?”
“Mmhmm,” Christina murmured in response, “I had a great time.”
“Good,” said Alison. “It looks like our boys did too.”
The camera panned across the line of studs, palming their still hard pricks as they looked down at the jizz-soaked white woman before them.
“Right, off you go, guys,” Alison added, shooing the dark-skinned youths from the stage like a gang of stray cats. “We’ll let you know when we need you again.”
The guys picked up their discarded clothing and disappeared behind the velvet curtain at the side of the stage.
“OK, girl,” said Alison, helping her friend to her feet, “let’s get you cleaned up. Christina Hendricks, everyone.”
There was a smattering of applause. Christina waved blindly in the direction she believed a camera to be and Alison took her by the arm; guiding the cum-drenched MILF offstage. Hugh Johnson returned to centre stage, walking gingerly; careful to avoid slipping in the streaks of stray spunk splattered across the hardwood floor.
“Wasn’t that something, folks?” he exclaimed. “And we’re not done yet. The pledges are showing no signs of slowing down. In fact, they’ve been coming in thicker and faster than those cumshots just then,” he quipped. “Let’s take a look at that total, shall we?”
Hugh looked up at the electronic screen as the counter ticked over to $276,483.
“Wow! Nearly at our next pledge goal already,” he declared. “While we’re waiting, why don’t we see if Ricky Hornball has any updates for us over at casa de Kendrick. Ricky, how’s it going over there?”
End of Segment #4
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Gets better and better!
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Christina Hendricks, FUCK YES.
Now this is a woman BUILT to take on BBC.
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Always happy when i see a new post. Hendricks is not my favorite but damn did I enjoy reading that! Keep it up boys!
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I'm not big on gang bangs, but I am big on Christina and you gentlemen made this story hot!!
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Ya'll know how I feel about gang bangs. Christina is one of the elite redheads that need BBC love. This is hot hot hot. Fuck.
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CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed Special Bonus Segment
Starring Alison Brie & Anna Kendrick
Codes: F, MF, Toys, Masturbation
By Slyguy, Contributions From DarkSwordsman
“Hey, Hugh,” said Anna Kendrick, a red Solo cup clutched in her hand as she addressed the camera. “Ricky’s taken over camera duties for a bit so you’re stuck with me I’m afraid.”
“I think we’ll cope, Anna,” Hugh grinned from the studio as the cameraman took a pan of her toned, athletic frame.
Her bronzed skin glistened in the afternoon sun, her heavily defined cameltoe nearly chewing her g-string whole as she posed for the camera. She finished her drink and tossed the cup aside before responding.
“Yeah, I guess I’m a little easier on the eye than Ricky Hornball, huh?” she giggled, pulling the thin cups of her bikini top to the side and flashing her puffy pink nipples.
“I’ll say,” said Hugh Johnson, crossing his legs to hide the hardon snaking down his thigh.
“Why don’t we let those lovely pledgers meet some of the guys they’re helping out today?” Anna suggested.
“Great idea, Anna,” Hugh replied.
“Follow me, guys,” said Anna, turning on her high heels and beginning across the patio.
The crew trailed behind; a camera guy taking a pan of Anna’s plush green yard as he went. No fewer than 11 dark-skinned youths, the starting team of the Licksville Rammers, were lounging on plush white recliners, some with scantily clad celebrities laying at their sides. They wore nothing but bright red speedos; their stylized tattoos, thick biceps and chiseled abs on display for all to see, the crotches of their trunks sagging with the weight of the huge black cocks tucked away within. Anna stopped at the first recliner; a young black stud sipping from a Solo cup as he chilled in the afternoon sun.
“This is Shaun,” said Anna, perching her cute butt on the edge of the recliner. “Say ‘hi’, Shaun.”
“What’ up, y’all?” said Shaun in a deep, bassen tone; the football star raising his cup to the camera lens.
“Oooh, that voice!” Anna declared, grinning naughtily at the camera. “As you can see, Shaun’s enjoying a little drink there. Just orange juice. He’s only 18 after all. Right, Shaun?”
“Err...yeah,” Shaun replied, reaching back and hiding a bottle of gin behind the legs of his sunbed. “OJ all the way.”
“So, Shaun, why don’t you tell the folks at home a little about yourself? Let’s start with what position you play.”
“Running back,” he replied, taking a sip of his beverage.
“Like playing there, do you?” Anna asked.
“I like it OK.”
“Man of few words,” said Anna. “I’m sure he lets his other talents do the talking,” she added, flashing a cheeky wink at the camera. “OK, let’s move on shall we?”
Anna moved onto the next recliner where a second big black hunk basked in the afternoon sun. He had one strong inked arm wrapped around Jennifer Lawrence’s glistening, fitness model back as the blonde actress lay beside him, a manicured hand rested on his slab-like pectorals.
“Hey, Jen,” said Anna. “Having fun?”
“Mmhmm,” she grinned, regarding the brown-haired starlet through a pair of designer shades.
“And who’s this handsome young man?” asked Anna.
“This is Dion,” Jennifer replied. “You’re a linebacker, right?” she added, looking across at the chiseled youth for conformation.
Dion nodded. He took a puff on a thick Philly blunt, billowing a hazy cloud of weed smoke into the air.
“Nice to meet you, Dion,” said Anna. She turned to the camera. “I mean, we met earlier,” she declared, gripping an imaginary penis and poking her tongue at the inside of her cheek to simulate oral sex, “but now I know his name,” she added, grinning at the camera lens.
“So, Dion,” Anna went on, “why don’t you tell all those kind pledgers where their money’s going. What colleges are you applying for?”
“Auburn,” he replied.
“OK,” said Anna. “And what made you want to go there?”
“There was loads of hot pussy on campus when I went to visit,” Dion declared. “And it’s got the best football team.”
“I see,” Anna responded. “And what about the educational facilities?”
“Yeah, it’s got those too,” Dion replied. He brought the blunt up to his lips and took another puff.
Anna looked at the camera and laughed awkwardly. “Right. OK, who’s next?”
Anna continued across the patio. A third black stud was sat back on the next recliner with Melissa Benoist’s bikini-clad frame perched on his lap, a slender, beach bronzed arm wrapped around his broad, hulk-like shoulders.
“Hi, Melissa,” said Anna. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Wesley,” Melissa replied. “Starting quarterback,” she added, giving his giant bicep a squeeze. “Look at that arm!”
“Wow!” Anna exclaimed. “He’s a big boy, isn’t he?”
“Oh yeah,” Melissa grinned, the fair-haired starlet grinding her barely covered ass cheeks lightly against his crotch. “He sure is.”
“OK, Wesley, I’m sure those guys at home would like some insight into what life is like as the school’s starting QB,” Anna declared. “Why don’t you fill them in?”
“Shit, guys, it’s awesome!” he replied. “You can skip school almost every day and you get your pick of the girls after each game.”
‘Right,” said Anna. “Anything else?”
“Sometimes the teachers wanna join in too.”
Anna turned back to the camera. “So there you have it, guys. Sounds like quite a life, huh?” she grinned. “Plus, if you’re these guys, you get to fuck a bunch of hot celebrities and get paid for the privilege. But only if we hit that total of a million bucks, so keep those pledges coming in!”
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The PA’s were just finishing up mopping the floor when the camera fixated back on Hugh Johnson and Alison Brie.
“Fantastic! We’re ticking every closer to that orgy!” Hugh said, clapping his hands and rubbing them together eagerly.
“I absolutely cannot wait. I just wish I could be in two places at once!” Alison said, her appearance put back together after helping out her close friend Christina Hendricks handle over half a dozen hefty black dongs.
“We’re almost at our next pledge goal of 300,000. But while we wait for those pledges to roll in, I want to finish going over the list of donor rewards. That should help get those phones ringing. Now, where did we leave off?” Hugh asked.
“The calendars.” Alison said, flipping through one and examining the photos. “Hey! There I am!”
She faced the calendar towards the camera. Indeed, right above the month of May was Alison with her legs spread wide, hands on her tits and a milky white creampie leaking out her freshly fucked cunt. “And, actually I think I’m the only one with a double feature! Yep. June too.” Above the days of June, Alison was bent over the back of a couch, a big black cock hammering her asshole. Her expression was bordering on comical. “I had so much fun on both those days!”
“You’ve certainly been having some fun today too.” Hugh said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
“You can’t blame a girl for wanting to get some. Not with all these big dicks-err-I mean, handsome young men around.”
Hugh shook his head and looked into the camera. “Donor pledges. Remember, no matter the amount you receive a free membership for a year to both sites. 15 dollars and you get the calendar. For 20 dollars, you will receive two dozen premium latex official CelebsGoBlack for Sex-Ed condoms. He pulled a roll from his tuxedo jacket and let the shiny packets unravel, nearly hitting the floor. We have a lot of unprotected sex here on the show, but all our stars are thoroughly tested before head. I mean, beforehand.”
Alison grinned wickedly at his Freudian slip. She might have to throw Hugh a bone before this day was over.
“Safe sex is of the utmost importance. STI’s and surprise pregnancies are no joking matter. Condoms will protect your ding-dong from getting the crotch-itch and from becoming a baby-daddy at the ripe ole age of 18. And these condoms are some of the finest out there. So smooth. So thin. It’s like nothing is there. That’s from personal experience.” Hugh winked at one of the girls working the phones. She blushed and giggled. “I should say, they only come in XXL though. A manufacturing slip up.” He shrugged. “Works just fine for me. Of course, no condom is completed without some lubricant, which you will also receive as part of the 20-dollar donor pledge pack.” From inside his jacket, he produced a bottle of clear lube and shook it for the camera.
“I will take that! Gonna need it in just a sec.” Alison said, snatching the bottle from his hand.
Hugh cleared his throat and continued. “A 30-dollar donation and you will receive our official book, Sex-Ed For Dummies: For Dummies. Yes, that’s right, we’ve written a book. Our instructors were generous enough to write a chapter on their chosen lesson. The book goes into details of things we didn’t have time to get to in the episode. Better blowjob tips? Best ones around. Aggressive anal sex? All there. Helpful hints for a handjob? Handled. Double the dick? Double your pleasure. Tied up? Try these tips. Roleplay? Real experiences. All that and so much more. I’m told that there may even be a couple of polaroid’s slipped in for our donor’s enjoyment.”
Alison giggled loudly, winking at the camera. She took over. “When you get up to 50 dollars, that’s when we start getting to the really good stuff. Depending on your preference you will either receive a CelebsGoBlack.com certified dildo or a Sex-Ed For Dummies specialized Hitachi wand. Yes, you did hear me correctly. Either a dildo made from the exact mold of the biggest blackest dick we’ve ever had in a scene or a premium motorized vibrating friend designed solely to bring you to a squirting orgasm. But one thing at a time. Let’s talk dildos.”
From under her dress, Alison produced a fat fake cock. Jet black, it had to be nearly a foot long. Wiggling it at the camera, she held it by the shaft as her other hand automatically fondled the rubbery black balls. It was anatomically correct, straight down to the swollen tip crowning a long girthy shaft. A spider web of veins swirled around the shaft down to the very big, very round, very black balls. Behind those, a suction cup.
“This dildo is fantastic. The quality is second to none. When they asked me to host this event, they sent me one of these. I’ve used it every night since. It reminds me of getting fucked silly by a big black cock, something I suspect all ladies want. But, don’t just take my word for it. I’ll show you!”
Alison began to strip, her red-carpet ensemble once again falling to the ground in a crumpled pile. Totally naked, apart from her heels and jewelry, she looked around for a PA.
“Can we get a chair over here? Probably a better shot if I’m sitting.”
There was no immediate response as all the PA’s were currently drooling over her heavenly, naked, pale form. Even after all the debauchery they’d witnessed today, it was still a mesmerizing sight. It didn’t help that she blew a kiss to them and shook her tits, the sizable pale flesh jiggling underneath the bright camera lights. Eventually Hugh was the one to drag a plush, and somewhat gaudy, high-backed armchair across the stage, squeaking on the freshly mopped floor as he did so.
“Thank you Hugh. Chivalry isn’t dead after all.” She said, flopping back into the chair and spreading her legs wide, resting one on each arm of the cushy chair.
The camera was now treated to an up close and personal view of her pink pussy. She teased the entrance to her already wet velvet box with the tip of the fake cock before bringing it to her glossy lips and tasting her own secretions.
“Pleasuring yourself is different for each person. We all like different things, settings, toys, etc.. Some like flicking their bean in a public place, others need candles and music playing. I’ll do it just about anywhere. Obviously.” She grinned cheekily at the camera and placed the rubber cock between her lips, sliding it in.
Black inch after black inch disappeared into her mouth, stopping all production as they watched. Phones went unanswered, PA’s stopped running around and the producer nearly fell out of his chair as she fit the foot-long dildo down her gullet like a professional sword swallower. Her throat bulged as the black balls rested against her chin. She winked and began to pull it back out, with the same ease. As the dildo remerged into the light, wet saliva coated the rubbery cock, sloshing off in great drips.
“Saliva can be used as a lubricant if you don’t have any handy. Thankfully I do.” She popped the cap off the CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed Official Lubricant with dexterous ease. Turning the bottle upside down squirting a generous helping of clear oily lube all over her labia.
Rubbing it in with her free hand, she spread it around. Her fingers settled on her clit, forming small concentric circles with her digits. Taking hold of the dildo, she brought it down to her cunt, pressing the wet slobbery tip against it. Giving her lower lips a few healthy smacks with the head of the dildo, spit and lube flew everywhere before lining up the imitation black schlong, splitting her sopping folds. Just as before the dildo vanished from sight. Inch after rubbery inch disappeared into her twat. Her mouth was a perfect O, eyelids fluttering and body twisting as she pushed more and more of it into her until the rounded balls pressed flat against her taint. Opening her eyes, she slowly rotated the dildo inside of her.
“Now, use a bit of warming gel and it’s nearly as good as the real thing. Maybe better in fact. Never goes soft. Watch.”
Keeping a firm hand on the sextoy, Alison began to slide it in and out of her hot snatch. Her clit was attended to by her other hand. Slow, rhythmic motions at first, using the entire length to pleasure herself, bringing it out to the very tip only to push it back inside all the way. In no time at all, she had built up steam. Moving faster and faster. And as her speed increased, she grabbed the end of the dildo with both dainty white hands, a hand wrapped around each black rubbery testicle, jamming all 12 inches of the toy into her gushing twat with frenzied, frantic motions. A series of grunts, exhalations and groans escaped from between Alison’s painted lips. Her eyes were squeezed shut, no doubt imagining the big black dick ramming her was attached to a hulking black stud, ready to bust a gallon of hot sticky nut inside of her. Her legs shook and slipped off the arms of the chair, heels hitting the floor with a loud click.
“Whoa!” She said, opening her piercing blue eyes. “Almost there. This dildo comes with a suction cup on the bottom. Perfect for attaching to any hard surface and fucking yourself silly.”
She pulled the foot-long glistening sextoy from her love canal with a wet *POP* and stuck it down onto the stage in front of her. The suction cup sealed instantly, the plastic member wiggling, shining with arousal in the bright studio lights. Not caring about the hard surface on her knees, she sank down on pillar of synthetic manhood. Beginning to ride, the dildo stayed securely in place with her hands outstretched, pressed against the floor in front of her. Riding fast and hard, she screamed exhalations with each repeated penetration of the foot-long fake rubber rod.
“YEA! YEA! YEA!” One hand moved between her legs, wildly strumming her clit as she fucked herself. “THAT’S IT! YES! FUCK! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMMMIIINNGGG!!!”
Alison sank down one final time on the fake dick, her body trembling and twitching as she climaxed, shrieking like a banshee. Pausing and breathing heavily, she opened her eyes and stared blearily at the camera.
“And that’s how you do it folks.” She said, standing up on shaking legs.
Popping the dildo off the floor she held it up close to the camera. It was sparkling with fluids. Sticky, white rings of cunt cream were wrapped all along the dildo. Staring at the fluid-soaked fuckstick, she licked her lips.
“It’d be a shame for it to go to waste.” Alison said, opening her mouth wide and swallowing the cock whole.
Cramming the entire phony phallis into her gaping maw, pressing her lips tightly around it, she pulled the dildo out of her throat and held it up to the camera. Clean as a whistle. Smacking her lips appreciatively, she dropped it to the floor.
“What’s next? The wand? Gimme. I love Hitachi’s.” Alison said, snatching the long pink pleasure instrument from the hands of a PA with a very poorly concealed erection. “Wands are great for the inexperienced. All you have to do is turn it on.” She clicked the on switch with a single manicured finger and the entire thing buzzed to life. “And press it against your clit.”
Alison moved back to her chair, assuming a similar position to before, legs draped over the arms and pussy spread wide. Settling in place, she pressed the pulsating head of the wand against her soaked labia. She slid it around, searching for the right spot before settling firmly on her clit.
“It’s got three settings. Micro. Which it’s on now.” Alison said, sounding unenthused. “Average.” She clicked it up a notch. The buzzing grew louder, sending a visible shudder through her body. “And then Magnum.” She clicked it again and the wand nearly jumped out of her hand, the buzz filling the studio like a swarm of angry bees. “OH FUCK YEA!”
Alison grabbed the wand with both hands, struggling to get it under control as she squashed it against her clit, the vibrations shaking her entire body.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT’S GOOD!!!!” She needed to yell to be heard above the incredibly loud buzzing.
Back and forth she rubbed the wand across her clit. The buzzing was so loud that the volunteers answering phones had trouble hearing the donors. Thankfully they didn’t have to wait long because the intense power of the Sex-Ed For Dummies Hitachi Pleasure Stick had Alison cumming within minutes. No longer able to spout coherent words, she pulled the vibrating wand away from her pussy. A second later, she squirted what seemed like a gallon of clear crystalline fluid from her pulsating clit. It sprayed out in a great arc, drenching the so recently mopped floor. And it didn’t stop there. Alison blew like a supersoaker, jet after jet of sugary ladycum sprinkling the stage until it resembled a slip-n-slide. When the flood gates finally halted, she relaxed, dropping the wand to the floor which proceeded to buzz loudly against the hard surface. A PA hurriedly ran up to turn it off, unable to stop himself from licking the soaked plastic pleasure implement. Alison slumped up in her seat.
“See what that can do?” She asked, looking at her spray spreading across the floor. “Jesus, cleanup in aisle 5!” Shaking her head to try and clear it, she looked into the camera. “Now, where were we?
“The fleshlights!” Hugh called from across the stage.
“Right. 75-dollar donor pledge. Oh boy, am I excited about this one. For 75 dollars, you can get your own CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed fleshlight. That’s correct. I said fleshlight. The absolute coziest fake vagina’s you’ve ever had wrapped around your ding-dong. These fleshlights are molded after the various stars we’ve had in the episodes. Have you ever wanted to blow a load balls deep into my pussy? Unless you are here on stage today, this is probably the closest you are going to get! We’ve got Emma Watson. Alicia Vikander. Brie Larson. Taylor Swift. Mine. And if you’re looking for something else, we do have a few asshole models available. Bryce Dallas Howard and Camila Cabello’s were kind enough to volunteer. Call in and donate now.”
Alison beckoned with one finger to someone offscreen. Coming onstage was one of the Licksville Rammers, naked and gripping a fleshlight in his meaty pan sized hand. His hefty black dong was swinging somewhere around his knees. Gesturing to the chair, he sat down, the soaked fabric chafing against his skin. Accepting the fleshlight from him, she held it up for the camera. A perfect rubber replica of Alison’s own vagina stared back. For reference, she held it down to her own pussy, peeling both sets of lips apart. Apart from a slight difference in color, they matched up perfectly.
“See? Twins.” Flipping the fleshlight skywards, she squirted a healthy amount of lube into and against the rubber lips. “Isaiah was it?” He nodded. “Did I fuck you backstage before?” He nodded again. “Well get ready for it again because here comes my pussy.”
Isaiah was rock hard. Being inches away from a nude Alison Brie would do that to any red-blooded man. Pushing the rubber lips against the dark swollen crown of his cock, she teased the head before sliding it down further. The fleshlight greedily swallowed every inch of his thick black dick until his sagging golf-ball sized gonads were all that were visible to the camera. Alison stood behind him. One hand gripped on the fleshlight, the other dug into his well-defined pec. She whispered in his ear, her bright blue eyes never leaving the camera as she jerked him up and down.
“How does it feel?” She asked, nibbling on his earlobe.
“Really good!” Isaiah groaned, squirming in his chair.
“Just like the real thing?” She asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“He would know, people. Just hours ago that big black dick was balls deep in my actual pussy!”
Adding a twist, she jerked him harder, the squelching noises from the pumping fleshlight loud and wet. Alison took her other hand and wrapped it around the fleshlight. Double-fisting, she jacked him off even faster. The grey plastic grip was a blur, the rubber pussy lips just as tight and wet as the real thing, probably tighter at this point. At least it must be, judging by the panting and moaning coming from Isiah. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, threatening to crush them as Alison jerked him six ways from Sunday, whispering sweet nothings into his ear so quietly that even the boom operator couldn’t pick them up.
“UUUUHHHHHHHH!!!! CCUUUUMMMIINNGGGG!!!!” Isaiah roared out, loudly and suddenly.
Alison didn’t stop working the fleshlight even as it gave a wild jerk, the large dark wang inside contracting and pumping out a fresh load of piping hot cum. She gave it a few more strokes then pulled the fleshlight off with a *POP* and Isaiah’s cock flopped down onto his leg, leaking precum and covered in shiny lube. He panted like he had just sprinted down the field for a Hail Mary pass.
Alison looked to the camera, then to Isaiah, then to the camera and smiled. She tilted her head back and raised the fleshlight above her open mouth. Tipping it downwards, she waited as the freshly deposited spunk oozed out from between the fake pussy lips only to dribble down into her gullet, her pink tongue writhing to catch each long sticky drop as it fell. Isaiah watched as a shower of his cum splattered against Alison’s face, most of it getting into her mouth, but not all of it. His cock began to harden again. When the last of th jism leaked from the fleshlight, Alison licked her lips approvingly, ignoring the rest of the semen splattered over her face and neck. She looked down the camera lens, throwing the fleshlight to the side.
“Delicious.” She said. “As you can see. That fleshlight had him popping off in no time at all.”
There was a loud ringing and Alison looked up at the LED screen. It read 300,069 dollars. Everyone gave a cheer.
“Just in time for our next pledge goal too. We do have one final donor pledge level, 100 dollars, but I’ve heard our next guest is already making use of it. The official Sex-Ed For Dummies buttplug can be yours for only 100 dollars. That’s in addition to all the other products we’ve shown here today. And here to show off that buttplug is Chloe Bennet! You’ll see how well it stretches out the sphincter when she has absolutely no trouble taking a big black cock up the butt. Chloe? Come on out!”
As applause sounded around the studio, Alison pointed a finger at Isaiah. More specifically she pointed at his cock.
“Meet me backstage in two minutes.”
End of Special Bonus Segment
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only at $300k...shit i wanna this gangbang...where do we donate...loving the story guys! keep it up!
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CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed Segment #5
Starring Chloe Bennet
Codes: MF, Anal, ATM, Oral
By Slyguy, Contributions from DarkSwordsman
(https://www.celebsfirst.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/chloe-bennet-attends-the-world-premiere-of-captain-marvel-at-the-el-capitan-theatre-in-hollywood-california-040319_10.jpg)
Chloe Bennet emerged from behind the red velvet curtain, an enormous grin on her face and blew a kiss to the camera. Decked out in her own red carpet ensemble, her hair was sleek and shiny, streaks of blonde running through it, makeup expertly applied to her delicate features. Walking over to Alison, the two actresses hugged. It made for quite the sight. One utterly naked with cum still on her face and the other looking nothing short of a million bucks. Two quick pecks on the cheek and they broke apart. Chloe felt a globule of cum on her cheek, which she quickly wiped up and licked off her finger.
“Welcome Ms. Bennet!” Alison said, clapping her hands together and making her tits jiggle.
“Thank you Alison. I’m so happy to be included! I’ve had my eye on both organizations for a while and this is such a worthy cause.” Chloe replied, flashing her dazzling white smile and winking slyly at the camera.
“It truly is. Why don’t you give us a little spin and show the folks at home what you’re working with?”
Chloe spun around effortlessly on her high heels, presenting her rear for the camera. Even covered beneath the fabric of her dress, the ample swell of her booty was evident, the fabric struggling to contain the jiggling mass hidden beneath. That only became more apparent when she started to shake it, the cheeks smacking and clapping together even as the dress threatened to pop right off her. Staring with wide eyes, Alison reached down and gave it a hearty smack. Chloe looked over her shoulder alluringly and giggled.
“I want to see it with the dress off! Plus, we need to get a look at that buttplug!” Alison said, her hands all over Chloe, tugging down the front of her dress.
In what seemed like no time at all, Chloe was as naked as Alison. The generous amount of sheer shaking flesh on her booty as she shook it for the camera was mesmerizing. Wiggling her hips and bending over for the camera, the bouncing buttcheeks were a hypnotic show of caramel colored goodness. But the real treat was peeking out from between the cheeks. A bright, silver handle glimmered in the bright studio lights as it protruded from her asshole.
“There’s that toy.” Alison said, her eyes fixed to it. “Shall we pull that out and show it to all of our viewers?”
Nodding in response, Chloe reached a hand behind her, perfectly-manicured fingers wrapping around the glowing handle and tugging. Alison assisted by taking hold of each cheek and pulling them apart. With practiced ease, Chloe teased the toy out of her backside, stretching her sphincter as wide as the girthiest part of the toy. Her low moaning turned into a high-pitched wail as her sphincter stretched and stretched until the shiny silver toy came out with a *POP* that could be heard throughout the studio. Chloe nearly fell over before recovering and holding it up high above her head. It glittered like a jewel. Turning forward to face the camera, Chloe opened her mouth wide and slowly brought the toy to her bright pink lips. Before the dull point of the buttplug could reach those lips, Alison grabbed hold of her.
“Please. Let me.” Chloe allowed her to take the slimy sextoy from her and Alison placed it between her own pink, smeared lips, resting it on her tongue. Smiling for the camera, her lips pressed tight around the buttplug. Her expression was one of delight as she slowly extracted it from between them with a satisfying slurp, smacking her lips together appreciatively.
Now thoroughly cleaned, she held it up again and smiled. “Mhmm. I do love that taste. Delicious.”
“Same girl. Same.” Chloe said, looking jealously at the pale actress.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll have at least one more opportunity for some ass to mouth before the day is up. Let’s bring out the Rammers!”
At her command, the now familiar lineup of Rammers walked out on stage, still naked apart from their matching letterman jackets. Chloe’s brown eyes grew wide as the hung black studs lined up before her, presenting themselves and their massive hanging cocks for her inspection.
“WOW!” She exclaimed. “I know these guys were big! I’ve been watching all day, but when you’re up this close…damn.” She turned to face Alison. “Now I know why you were so loud backstage before.”
Alison blushed. “It’s also why I’ll be walking funny for a week after today. Go ahead Chloe, pick one. Any of these fine gentlemen here. There are really no wrong choices.”
There was some flexing and posing from the Rammers, each trying to subtly outdo one another as Chloe’s eyes roamed over them. Each wanted to be selected for a chance with this actress and her very fine backside.
“Hmmm, let’s see.” Chloe said, her voice heavy with seduction.
Moving to the front of the line, she turned around and presented her ass for the first stud in line. Pressing her buttcheeks against his hefty prick, she grinded up against him. Working those succulent cheeks across his groin, he fit his dick between them like a hotdog fits between a bun. Giggling as he groaned, she stepped away, leaving his cock pulsing and throbbing. She stepped down to the next in line and did the same. This process repeated, going down the entire line, testing out each big black cock with her asscheeks. Some of the Rammers groped her buttocks, smacking her ass and watching it jiggle. Other pried those cheeks apart and peeped at her puckered winking asshole. Still others took hold of their dark, meaty fucksticks and beat the swollen crown against her cheeks, sending precum flying everywhere as they went. As Chloe reached the end of the line, she turned to face the row of hung, black studs and pointed one finger lazily at one of the Rammers in the very middle.
“You.” She said, a hungry look on her face. The Rammer, Julius, stepped forward, a big shit-eating grin plastered across his chiseled and handsome face. His cock was hard as a rock, ready to go despite having blown a thick cumwad all over Christina Hendrick’s jugs not too long ago. Fixing the rest of the Rammers with an equally ravenous look, she said. “But the rest of you…don’t go too far.”
“Without further ado, I leave you in Chloe’s capable hands.” Alison said into the camera, already inching towards the curtain and the big black cock that awaited her back there.
Chloe grabbed Julius’ wang and led him across the stage to the futon still sitting there from Christina’s segment. They had added a thick shag carpet next to it, at her request.
“Perfect. I just love fucking on the floor. Like two wild animals. But first, a little ass-eating.”
Chloe stared daggers at Julius, who looked at her blinking confusedly.
“Ya want me to eat yo ass?” His tone could not conceal his disgust at the idea.
Chloe didn’t respond, pushing him to the ground until he was flat on his back. Looming high above him was his thick dark cock. Instead of settling down near his groin, Chloe planted two heels on either side of his face and squatted. Before Julius could say anything Chloe’s sizable asscheeks smothered his face.
“MHHMMHMMM!!!!” Julius’ muffled protests could barely be heard as Chloe rubbed her butt against his handsome facial features.
“There you go. Take that tongue and stick it right in the hole.”
His protests died as meaty hands came up and pulled apart those caramel colored cheeks. Between those round fleshy globes, the camera could just make out the pink of his tongue as it pressed against Chloe’s bleached rosebud. She cooed as she felt his tongue pierce her backdoor.
“That’s it. Lick. Goooood. Tongue that fucking asshole.” Julius continued drenching her sphincter with saliva as Chloe moved her hips, grinding against his face. “How’s it taste?”
Julius gave a surprisingly positive sounding moan as Chloe suffocated him with her butt. Her hands reached out, fondling the fat prick in front of her. He continued eating her ass, Chloe moaning loudly and him groaning as she stroked his cock faster and faster. His body started to jerk and spasm just she lifted herself off of his face. Julius took a huge breath of air, his chin drenched with saliva, panting like he had just sprinted down the entire field.
“Too much for ya babe?” Chloe asked, laughing at his sweaty and disheveled face.
Chloe stood up while Julius recovered from his near suffocation. Snatching a bottle of lube off the futon, she straddled the juicy black dick. She flipped the bottle upside down, drizzling clear shiny lube all over his groin. Grabbing hold of it, she smeared it around until it gleamed, coated it in copious amounts of slick lube, so much so that it dripped down onto his heavy black balls and onto the carpet below.
“Normally a bit of anal play is advised before shoving it right in. But I’ve had that buttplug in all day and his tongue is just a tease. I need that cock right now.”
Thrusting her ass out for the camera, and peeling those bronzed globes apart, she gave a good long look at her bleached pink puckered butthole. Squatting over him, her heels digging into the shag carpet, she fit Julius’ cock between those cheeks. Like a missile right on target, his fat mushroom head found her rosebud, pressing against it. Her sphincter struggled to accommodate the girth of that fat black cock, even after the buttplug. Squealing as she lowered herself, sinking down over the bulbous prick.
“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!”
With an audible *POP* the tip vanished from sight and Chloe’s rectum swallowed the rest of the shaft with relative ease, pressing her fat butt down on his lap. Feet still firmly planted on the ground, knee’s bent, she squatted over the African-American youth, his thick black wang firmly lodged within her backdoor. Looking over her shoulder, she began to slide along the shaft. A long, low groan escaped from between his thick, full African lips as Chloe fit the entirety of his cock up her butt. Gyrating her hips, she worked his cock like a joystick before rising up to the tip and dropping back down with ferocious force, both ample buttcheeks clapping against his groin. The smacking of sweaty flesh filled the studio, intermingled with Chloe’s high-pitched cries as she really got down to it. Julius slapped a meaty palm on either side of her bouncing hips, guiding her as she rode his cock. The camera spun around to get a forward facing view of Chloe. Her mouth was fixed into a permanent O as her perky tits bounced up and down with each repeated impaling. Leaning back, hands splayed wide to support her, she winked at the camera, going even harder. Squeezing her tight, he held her in place, thrusting upwards and using his own many powerful muscles to jam every inch of his enormous dark python up her rectum. His heavy balls swung wildly with every thrust, with enough momentum to smack into her gushing twat, sending her arousal flying every which way. Chloe’s beautiful brown eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body trembled and shook, struggling to take the entirety of the stud’s dick but loving every second of it.
“Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” Her voice was several octaves higher than usual, words threatening to morph into little more than whimpered moans of pleasure as her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her eyes crossed.
As if on autopilot, her fingers were strumming her throbbing clit as her ass got absolutely destroyed for the next several minutes. He paused only to take a breather and give his dick a moment’s reprieve from Chloe’s impossibly tight sphincter. She pulled herself off of him, flopping onto the carpet, only to rise on shaky legs.
“Let’s see if those muscles are just for show. Lift me up.”
Julius stood up behind the half-Asian actress, lifting her up, she clung to him like a rock climber clings to a wall. Spreading her legs wide, he placed both muscular, tattooed arms underneath her legs, spreading them wide. Squeaking she secured herself on the chiseled chocolate youth as he lined up her anal cavity with his cock, impaling her on it once more. Now in total control, Julius began bouncing her upon his fat chocolate pole. One hand wrapped around his strong torso, the other tickled her clit. With the aid of gravity, Chloe felt his large, throbbing wang penetrate deeper up her rectum than any other cock before. And she’d taken quite a few up there.
“UGH! UGH! UGH!” She tried to form words, but could only grunt as Julius dropped her down to his hanging cum-filled black balls, only to lift her up to the very crown of his dark meatstick and drop her again like an amusement park ride. “FASTER!” She managed to scream out.
Julius picked up the pace, sweat gleaming on his dark brow as he picked up the pace. The cameraman got in real close as the sounds of Chloe’s sphincter squelching along the well lubed cock filled the audio. Her fingers were a blur as they fucked her snatch into oblivion.
“Ya close to cummin?” Julius asked through gritted teeth, unsure how much longer he could keep up this pace.
Chloe only groaned in response. Groaning turned to screaming as every muscle in her body, including her sphincter, tightened like a coiled spring. Then she climaxed. Squirting like a firehose, her twat blew out a geyser of hot ladyspunk directly into the camera lens. The cameraman stood his ground as the lens was sprayed with what appeared to be liters of hot, sweet girlcum. And Chloe didn’t stop there. As Julius continued bouncing her twitching form along his shaft, it renewed the spray with each penetration until the entire rug looked like a wet rag. When the fountain of spray finally died down, Julius placed her down on the ground gently. He stood there breathing, ragged and heavy as Chloe clawed her way back up his dark thighs. Unable to look straight, her lips still found his dick, taking them between her pink lips and slurping the cock down to its very base. Her taste buds delighted, she moaned appreciatively. A full minute later when she dropped him from her mouth, looking towards a different, cleaner camera.
“Ass to mouth. It’s not for everyone, but you should at least try it once. I for one cannot get enough. There are few things I love more than slurping down a dick after it’s been lodged up my asshole. Still, there can be some health risks involved, so make sure your partner is clean. These guys all got a good thorough checkup and cleaning yesterday. Now, back to fucking.”
Chloe flopped down onto the rug, Julius laying his large muscular form on top of her. Spitting on the gaping backdoor entrance he slid his cock back between her cheeks. Now in the pronebone position, he started jackhammering away. Face pressed into the soaked carpet, Chloe could taste her own ejaculate as her mouth opened to cry out with the renewed frenzy of anal penetration. They fucked on the floor like two wild animals, Chloe clawing at the drenched fibers of the carpet to keep herself still as Julius went full force on her backdoor. But even he had reached his limit. He couldn’t hold against Chloe’s remarkably elastic sphincter, still somehow having a vice like grip around his dick. Grunting louder and louder, Chloe could feel him hardening as he pummeled her colon.
“Bout to blow big guy?” She turned her head to look at him
“Uh-huh.” He groaned, the clap of his pelvis on her ass still echoing loudly around the studio.
“Go right ahead. I love that feeling of a big sticky load of up cum sloshing around in my ass.”
Julius grinned and kept up his breakneck pace. “Yea? You like that? You want it? You want it?”
“Yes!” Chloe screamed. “Gimme that cum! Dump a hot fucking load of jizz inside asshole!”
Julius felt his balls contract, cock swell as he slammed one final time, balls deep into her rectum. Chloe’s eyes grew wide and she screamed as she felt the dick fire off the first volley of hot, gooey seed, splashing the walls of her colon with the murky white jism. Fingers dug into hips, balls flush against her taint as he emptied every ounce of the spunk swirling around in his nuts into her. Finished, he pulled out and collapsed backwards. The camera zoomed in to get a shot of the gaping chasm that he had so recently occupied with a big black dick. Oozing out of the well-fucked orifice was the hint of his massive load.
“Damn that feels good! Nothing like a hung stud’s cum right up the butt. Ohhh, I feel all warm and tingly.” Shivering, Chloe looked towards the pledges. The amount read $417, 631. “Oh no!” Looking crestfallen, she glanced around worriedly. “We haven’t hit 500,000 yet! And Julius here looks mighty tuckered out.”
Off camera Julius indeed gave a weary sigh. A devilish smirk crossed Chloe’s face. She wiped a few blonde strands of hair out of her face. “I’ve got an idea that will get those pledges right up! Julius here invites a buddy to take a turn. By the time he finishes, if we’ve reached 500,000 then I will drink down a double anal creampie. Sound good?” Somewhere offset, the producer gave an encouraging nod. “Julius? Which of your buds do you want to have a go?”
Julis looked over at his teammates and called out, “Yo, Darnell! Come get a piece of this ass!”
Darnell hurried over his plum-sized gonads bouncing as his equally large cock swung somewhere close to his knees. The pair exchanged a complicated and elaborate handshake before he positioned himself behind Chloe, who was kneeling on all fours on top of the bed. Quickly lubing up, it was seconds before he was at full-hardness, beating the head of his ebony wang against her caramel-colored buttcheeks. She tossed her blonde-streaked hair over her shoulder, giving him the most alluring of looks. He pushed the tip of his cock against her well-used sphincter. It slid in with ease until his heavy black balls were pressed against her taint. Then he started to thrust, going at it like a madman.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Chloe cried out each time all ten inches of his meaty jet black schlong slammed balls deep into her rectum.
The minutes crawled by as the pledges came rolling in, a sharp spike as the numbers ticked upwards with the same frenzy that Darnell was plowing Chloe. The donors clearly eager for Chloe to swallow the salty cum concoction she had promised. Darnell was like a well-oiled machine, relentless in his pounding as Chloe succumbed to yet another squirting orgasm, drenching the entire futon in her sugary, sweet girlcum. Darnell powered through as her sphincter squeezed his cock even tighter, railing her asshole like there was no tomorrow. Still, he really stood no chance against Chloe Bennet’s butthole. Nearly ten minutes later he found himself unable to hold back anymore.
Roaring like an animal, he exploded into her ass. Copious amounts of goopy sizzling spunk fired far up the bowels of her colon, warmth blooming deep inside Chloe. As he drained his balls in her backside, he pulled out with a flop onto the wet mattress. Chloe sat, her ass stuck up in the air.
“What are we at?” She asked.
Darnell looked over at the pledge screen. It read 613, 617. He told her. Ass still up in the air, she called out for a glass. A PA quickly ran over and handed her one. Righting herself, she squatted over the glass. There was a gurgle as the cum bubbled out of her butthole and the murky concoction of not one, but two enormous loads began to drip out. The thick syrupy mixture fell with a splat into the glass as every eye in the studio watched. A full minute passed before she finished, the glass nearly half full. Or half empty.
Chloe brought the glass to her lips and said with a sly grin, “Bottoms up.”
Tilting the glass, the slimy sludge slid towards pink puckered lips. The man goo disappeared down her gullet as she chugged down the ass-flavored semen until it was all gone, and licking the glass clean for good measure. Letting the glass drop onto the bed, she licked her lips appreciatively.
Looking into the camera, she said, “Delicious.”
Hugh Johnson strolled on over and said, “Thank you Ms. Bennet! What a display. And thanks for going the extra mile to reach our next pledge goal. We sincerely appreciate it. And with that…” Hugh looked around the stage. Alison was nowhere to be found. “Alison was supposed to introduce our next guest, but who knows where or what she is doing.”
“I think I have some idea.” Chloe said with a smirk. “I think I’ll wander around and look for her.”
With that Chloe stood up and walked offstage, but not before wiggling her ass for the camera one final time. Hugh grinned and shook his head as his eyes followed her progression until she vanished behind the red velvet curtain. He cleared his throat
“Our next guest is going to be taking on two of these gentlemen. At once! Give it up for Lauren Cohan!”
End of Segment #5
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CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed Segment #6
Starring Lauren Cohan
Codes: MMF, Anal, ATM, DP, Oral
By DarkSwordsman, Contributions from Slyguy
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Lauren Cohan stepped out from behind the curtain, blowing kisses to the camera as she crossed the stage. Hugh Johnson met her with a warm embrace. So warm, in fact, that Miss Cohan clocked the hard on still running down his pants leg from the previous segment.
“Hi, Lauren,” he said, as he looked her up and down. “Great to see you.”
“I can tell,” Lauren quipped as she glanced down at his crotch. “Looks like you’re very pleased to see me.”
Hugh looked down and spotted the bulge in his pants. “Oh, er...sorry about that.”
Lauren giggled. “That’s ok, Hugh. An occupational hazard, I’m sure.”
It sure was. In fact, the host was pitching a tent in his trousers nigh on every second he was on stage, and the sight of Miss Cohan dolled to the nines before him certainly wasn’t helping matters. She was kitted out in a green dress; the garment so thin and sheer that the buds of her nipples poked clean through like they were plotting an escape. The dress extended right down to her ankles, a split travelling so far up one leg that the fabric of her panties would have been visible at the top had she chosen to wear any. Her hair was tied back in a bun, her pretty face dabbed, glossed and otherwise adorned with all manner of expensive cosmetics.
“We’re still waiting on Alison to introduce the next segment,” said Hugh. “Have we managed to find her yet?”
Just then, a giant image appeared on the screen overhead. Alison Brie and Chloe Bennet were squatted side by side as they shared Isiah’s long black cock; Alison handling the shaft while Chloe took care of the balls.
“Ah…” Hugh added. “Looks like she might be a little while. Guess I better do it then. So, Lauren, you’ve very generously offered to perform a certain sex act for our pledgers when we reached our $500,000 goal. Why don’t you tell the guys at home what you’ll be doing for them?”
“Certainly, Hugh,” Lauren replied. “First of all, I’d like to personally thank everyone who has donated to the cause and I very much hope you enjoy my little show for you today. Today, guys, I will be performing a DP for your viewing pleasure. Yep, that’s right. Double penetration. Dual dicking. One in the pink, one in the stink. Whatever you want to call it; I’ll be taking one very large black penis in my vagina and another in my asshole at exactly the same time. It’s gonna be tricky; these cocks are, after all, enormous, but I’m very much looking forward to it. Hope you guys are too.”
“I’m sure they are,” Hugh took over. “OK, guys, now we’ve met our celeb, what do you say we bring out our two guys? Please welcome Donovan and Trae!”
The guys strolled out from behind the curtain; muscles bulging under their matching jackets as they marched across the stage. They stopped beside Lauren; the gorgeous brunette wrapping her arms around the small of their backs as they flanked her on either side.
“Hey, fellas,” said Hugh. “How you guys doin’?”
“Yeah, we good,” Donovan replied.
“You guys are the last two Rammers to be called. What’s it been like waiting backstage while your buddies have been out here having all the fun? Bet you guys are raring to go by now, aren’t you?”
“Oh, we always ready to go, man,” Trae replied, grinning down at Lauren. She giggled in response.
“We been gettin’ plenty off ass backstage anyhow,” Donovan added. Lauren gave a knowing smirk.
“Miss Cohan!” Hugh exclaimed. “Have you these guys been giving you a little preview before the main event?”
“No,” Lauren replied, putting a manicured finger to her lips in a thoroughly unconvincing display of innocence.
Hugh remained skeptical. “Guys?” he said, extending the question to Lauren’s counterparts.
“Yeah, I’ve hit that pussy already,” said Trae.
“Me too,” Donovan added.
“Booooys!” Lauren whined. “You weren’t supposed to tell him that!”
The guys looked at each other and shrugged.
“Well then,” Hugh replied, “sounds like I better let y’all pick up from where you left off. Guys, take it away!”
He backed away to the edge of the stage, the spotlight shining on Lauren and her pair of studs as she took over the hosting duties.
“Right,” she grinned, “let’s get to it, shall we? Now, the first thing you guys need to know, and I’m talking to the ladies here, is that double penetration is NOT for beginners. Certainly not if you’re gonna tackle two dicks as big as these ones,” she added, stroking the snake-like bulges in her co-stars’ jeans. “Only attempt a DP if you’re well versed in both vaginal and anal sex. Like me.”
Lauren dropped to a squat between Donovan and Trae. The cameraman moved in for a close up; the videographer framing her pretty face between the two huge swellings protruding from their crotches.
“You’re gonna want to make sure those cocks are nice and wet before they plug your holes. Especially the one going in your ass. You don’t want him going in dry, trust me. So, with that in mind, we’re gonna start with a little sucking. Boys, whip ‘em out!”
The guys didn’t have to be told twice. They unbuckled their belts and dropped their pants in double quick time; two giant black prongs springing out and flopping up and down before her in the blink of an eye.
“See, guys,” said Lauren, “told you they were big!”
She gripped both cocks at the base and gave them a closer inspection. Donovan’s was especially lengthy (ten inches, no less), while Trae was bringing the thickness; his slightly shorter black wang sporting the girth of the average baseball bat.
“I think this one’s going in my ass first,” she said, gesturing towards Donovan. “I’m gonna have warm myself up for the other one! Well, since your friend’s getting first dibs on my ass, I think it’s only fair I suck your dick first, don’t you agree?” she asked, looking up at Trae.
“Uh huh,” he murmured in response.
“Thought you might say that!”
Without further ado, Lauren parted her glossy pink lips and wrapped them around Trae’s dong. She reached up to stroke Donovan’s wang while she sucked the other; her lips roaming up and down the shaft like a glass elevator as she swallowed his length. Donovan’s hand groped at her chest while Trae’s rested at the back of her head; the black stud guiding her mouth up and down his dong while she sucked him.
“When handling two guys, it’s very important that you switch regularly between them,” Lauren declared, the brown-haired starlet retrieving Trae’s pole from between her lips as she moved onto his friend’s. “You don’t want either of them feeling left out.”
Lauren turned to her right, parting her lips once more as she fed Donovan’s wang into her mouth. She gripped Trae’s dick around mid-shaft and stroked the spit-slicked wang while she blew the other; the brunette beauty attacking the second prong with equal ferocity as she had the first. Her lips travelled up and down the shaft with lighting quick speed, leaving behind thick trails of saliva in their wake as she sucked the oversized dong.
Before long, Lauren had swallowed Donovan’s dick right down to the balls; all ten of his thick, veiny inches disappearing between her lips as he choked down his massive length. But she wasn’t done yet. Lauren was no stranger to the world of the threesome and, as such, knew full well of the primary rule of two-on-one sex; any act performed on the first of one’s sexual partners, should be bestowed with equal vigour upon the second.
So, with that in mind, she retrieved Donovan’s cock from her mouth and switched back to Trae’s; the brunette choking it straight down to the base without as much as a moment’s pause. By now, both cocks were literally dripping with saliva; the brown-haired starlet’s slippery, wet spittle greasing up the pair of oversized wangs far better than any drugstore lubricant ever could.
“OK, I think they’re ready,” Lauren smirked, both of the spit-slicked wangs clasped in her dainty hands as she addressed the nearby camera. “Who wants my pussy first?”
“Sheet, I’ll get up in that pussy, baby,” said Donovan, a gold tooth sparkling between his lips as he grinned back down at Lauren.
“Aww, hell no!” Trae protested. “You hittin’ dat ass first, I’m gettin’ first dibs on dat pussy!”
Lauren grinned devilishly; the British-American actress very much enjoying the prospect of two beefy black studs fighting over her holes. “Boys, boys,” she said, “don’t fret, you’ll both get your turn. On second thoughts, I think this one might need a little more lubing,” she added, gesturing to Trae’s thicker, meatier cock. She turned back to Donovan. “This one’s going in first.”
Donovan smiled triumphantly. Lauren rose to her feet, the three of them undressing as she turned to face Trae. She thrust her ass out at Donovan as she dipped down to his friend’s waist. “OK, guys, so doggystyle is great for a threesome as it puts you in the best position to suck the second dick.”
Donovan pressed his dickhead up against the opening to her snatch and fed it inside.
“Ahhh!!” Lauren gasped, her pretty face lit up like a Christmas tree as the long black cock entered her. “This is known as spitroasting because...well, it’s pretty self-explanatory really.”
Lauren wrapped her lips around Trae’s dick and worked them up and down the shaft; the brown-haired beauty sucking the oversized wang as best she could amid the invasion of girthy dark schlong from the other end. Indeed, Donovan was working his dick back and forth inside her like their lives depended on it; the dark-skinned stud feeding an additional inch of his veiny black length into the depths of her cooch with each pass.
Before long, he was hitting it balls deep; every one of his coal-dark inches disappearing inside her with each motion, his thick, swollen crown repeatedly bothering her g-spot as he pounded her from behind. And it didn’t end there. In fact, Lauren was receiving similar treatment from the other end. Trae had a hand placed at the back of her head; the ripped black youth thrusting his hips as he worked his ultra fat dong back and forth between her lips.
This went on for some time; the dark-skinned duo working the brunette over from both ends as they skewered her like a butchered pig. They thrust into her in perfect unison; their twin black cockheads hitting her g-spot and the back of her throat with flawless synchronicity. After a while, Trae prized his dick from Lauren’s mouth; a clear indication that he was ready for his turn in her pussy.
“Another benefit of doggy is that it makes it very easy for your guys to switch ends,” Lauren explained, Donovan retrieving his dick from the depths of her twat as she turned around to face him. “All I gotta do spin around and we’re good to go again. You don’t have to wait for the boys to change positions.”
Sure enough, the guys were back inside her in a matter of moments. This time Donovan fed his dick into her mouth while Trae took the pussy. Lauren sucked at Donovan’s wang with equal intensity as she had his friend’s (perhaps even more so- the sweet taste of her pussy juices coating the wang only serving to heighten her appetite), while Trae went to town on her pussy.
Before long, she was getting it balls deep from both ends once more. Donovan worked his long dark pipe into her gullet while Trae took her from behind; the chiseled black hunk driving every inch of his veiny, thick wang into her snatch with each pass. Lauren came over and over; nigh on every pass of Trae’s thick black dong into the recesses of her twat igniting a fresh fiery climax from within. Several minutes and numerous orgasms later, the guys retrieved their dicks one again.
“Wow!” Lauren exclaimed, the brown-haired actress breathing heavily as Donovan prized his dick from the depths of her gullet. “These boys sure know how to fuck! They’re certainly earning that money, no doubt about that! OK, guys, now for the moment you’ve all been waiting for.”
The same futon from earlier in the show was wheeled out once more by a pair of Licksville Rammers.
“Right, remember what I said, boys?” asked Lauren. “You’re going first,” she pointed at Donovan. He nodded in acknowledgement. “Come on then. Park your ass down there,” she added, pointing down at the futon. “I haven’t got all day!”
Donovan did as instructed and sat down on the leather ottoman.
“OK, so it’s up to you which way you mount your first guy,” Lauren explained. “Cowgirl or reverse, it doesn’t really matter. Maybe go cowgirl if your guys are new to this. They might find it a little easier to buck up into your pussy than your ass. These guys seem like they’ve double teamed a few girls in their time so it shouldn't be a problem for them.”
Lauren climbed up onto the futon and straddled Donovan’s frame; the brunette actress mounting him in the reverse cowgirl position. Donovan gripped his dick around mid-shaft, pointed his tip at the puckered rim of her ass and slipped it inside.
“Uhh! FUCK!” Lauren gasped, her eyes nearly popping clean from her skull as the girthy wang split her asshole open. “Goddamn, that’s a thick cock! Now I’m really glad I didn’t start with the other one! Work your ass up and down that dick a little before you get your pussy filled. No matter how well-versed you may be in double penetrations, it’s very important that you open up your asshole properly before getting stuffed to the brim.”
With that, Lauren began to rock atop Donovan’s person; the horny starlet working her asshole slowly up and down his dick, the tight pink rim accomodating an additional inch of his epic length with each pass. Before long, Lauren was riding him like there was no tomorrow; the brown haired beauty performing perfectly executed squats atop his chiseled form as she bounced on his giant dick.
Trae stepped up before her; girthy black dong in hand as he prepared to fill her up. Donovan held Lauren in place; the gorgeous brunette sat back atop his shredded frame, his long, thick cock buried in her asshole as she readied herself for the second. Trae pressed his tip up against her slit and guided it inside.
“UHH!!! FUCK!!!” Lauren screamed, the actress cumming on the spot as a second dark wang was thrust up inside her.
The guys began to buck their hips in unison; the dark-skinned youths guiding their fat, veiny cocks back and forth in perfect synchronicity, both of the jet black dongs venturing deeper into her tight twin holes with each pass.
“Ooh yeah,” Lauren cooed. “That’s it, boys! Fuck me with those big, black cocks!”
Donovan and Trae needed little encouragement in that department. In fact, both of the tall dark studs were guiding their cocks right down to the hilt with each motion; their bulging brown dickheads hitting her g-spot and tunneling into the depths of her rectum as they drilled her snug pink holes. Lauren came over and over; a steady refrain of impassioned coos and groaned expletives escaping her pretty pink lips as she was stuffed full of thick African cock.
“Another great position for double penetration is standing,” Lauren declared. “OK, boys, up we go.”
Keeping their dicks embedded in her holes, Donovan and Trae hoisted Lauren into the air. She wrapped her arms around their hulk-like shoulders; the beefy black hunks holding her between their muscled bodies like the filling in an Oreo.
“I like this position because it gives the boys two options. They can drive their dicks up into me…”
The guys illustrated; holding Lauren in place as they thrusted up into her holes.
“...or they can throw me up and down on them.”
They demonstrated once more; the dark-skinned duo bouncing Lauren’s toned, slender frame up and down between their chiseled torsos, piercing the brunette repeatedly on their oversized cocks with each motion.
“I prefer it like this personally,” Lauren grinned at the camera, her green eyes fluttering with orgasmic delight as Donovan and Trae speared on their big black cocks, “but that’s just me.”
The guys continued to toss her up and down between their muscled frames; their huge dark wangs disappearing inside both her holes with each motion.
“I ALWAYS cum in this position. Every damn time. Speaking of which…”
Lauren’s face contorted in all kinds of unflattering ways; an intense, earth-shattering orgasm tearing through her as her dark-skinned counterparts threw her up and down on their dongs.
“WHEW!” Lauren panted. “That was a good one! OK, boys, pop me down.”
The guys set her down and she dropped immediately to her knees; wrapping her lips around Donovan’s cock and sucking it down to the hilt.
“Mmm!” she murmured as she came up for air. “I love tasting my ass of a big black cock.”
Lauren readied herself for another plunge; her second pass halted by the sound of Hugh Johnson clearing his throat from the side of the stage.
“Oh, yes. Make sure he’s nice and clean if you’re gonna do ass to mouth. You don’t want to get an infection.”
Without further delay, Lauren parted her lips once more and took Donovan’s dick back inside; the brown-haired beauty swallowing it down to the balls with even greater ease than she had the first time.
“OK,” she said, as the turned towards Trae, “your turn now, big boy.”
Donovan sat back down on the futon and Lauren mounted him once more, this time in the cowgirl position as he fed his dick into her pussy. Trae stepped up behind her, aligned the head of his dong with the ring of her anus and pushed it inside.
“SWEET JESUS!” Lauren gasped. “Fuck, that thing is fucking THICK!! If you’re taking a particularly girthy cock up your ass, make sure to relax your glutes as much as possible,” she explained, her voice strained as Trae fed his veiny black pipe into her rectum. “Don’t hesitate to use a little lube if you need it and if it still won’t go in then I’m afraid you’re not ready. Train your ass with some buttplugs for a few days then give it another shot.”
Trae began to rock back and forth, Lauren’s asshole stretching like elastic around his girthy rod as he worked it inside. Once he got a rhythm going, Donovan joined in; the chiseled youth thrusting his dick up into Lauren’s snatch from beneath. Before long, the guys were tunneling into her with perfect synchronicity; the dark-skinned duo filling the actress with a foot and a half of girthy dark meat as they thrust up inside her.
“FUCK! YES! FUCK ME!” Lauren cried; the brunette cumming time and again as her ebony counterparts drilled her snug pink holes.
Their dicks started to throb and pulse inside her; her tight asshole and vice-like cooch threatening to wring every last drop of spunk from their churning, plum-sized balls.
“OK, I think these guys are ready to cum now,” Lauren declared. “That right, boys?”
“Uh-huh,” the guys responded as best they could; the muscled pair using all the restraint they could muster to keep from going off inside her.
“Ooh! Good!” Lauren shrieked excitedly. “I want it on my face!”
Trae prized his dick from the depths of her rectum and Lauren climbed down from the futon; the pair of studs standing before her as she dropped down to her knees.
“Come on, boys,” she purred, reaching up to fondle their big dark balls. “Gimme all that spunk!”
Donovan and Trae stroked their girthy cocks; their twin black poles twitching in their hands as they prepared to shoot their goo.
“UHHHH!!!!” they cried unison as equally thick, equally creamy loads of hot African seed shot from their winking tips and splattered across Lauren’s face; the gloopy wads of off-white man mess coating nigh on every inch of her gorgeous features.
It was everywhere; over her lips and nose and across her cheeks. Globs of the stuff clung to her long, dark lashes while still more made creamy streaks in her chestnut hair. Alison Brie, who had just re-emerged from behind the red curtain, made her way to the front of the stage.
“Well, that was quite something wasn’t it, guys?” she said as she addressed the nearby camera. “I watched it from backstage. Well, some of it. I was a little busy myself actually.” She grinned at the camera. “But it sure looks like these guys gave Miss Cohan here one heck of a going over. How was it, Lauren?”
“Incredible!” Lauren replied as she rose to her feet, face still streaked with jizz. “These guys have got some big fucking cocks!”
“They do, don’t they,” Alison concurred, her voice taking on a distinct and rather aroused purr as she eyed the two black dicks.
“Oh, God, not again!” mumbled Hugh Johnson from the side of the stage, the smartly-dressed man hurrying over to intervene before his randy co-host disappeared backstage once more.
“OK, everyone, give it up for Lauren Cohan!” Hugh announced, applauding eagerly with everyone else as she exited the stage. “AND for our studs, Donovan and Trae!” he quickly added, ushering the young men off stage before Alison could get her greedy claws into them.
“Hmpf!” Alison huffed, pouting as the endowed young men disappeared from sight.
Hugh looked up at the big screen. The pledge total read $745,932.
“OK, so we’re still a few grand short of the next pledge goal,” he announced. “Why don’t we see how things are going over at chez Kendrick. Ricky, do you have an update for us?”
End of Segment #6
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I like this series. Is there a chance that Victoria Justice and Dove Cameron could make future appearances in this or the CelebsGoBlack.com series?
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I like this series. Is there a chance that Victoria Justice and Dove Cameron could make future appearances in this or the CelebsGoBlack.com series?
They won’t be in this one but maybe CGB.
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I like this series. Is there a chance that Victoria Justice and Dove Cameron could make future appearances in this or the CelebsGoBlack.com series?
They won’t be in this one but maybe CGB.
Thanks!
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CelebsGoBlack For Sex-Ed Segment #7
Starring Gal Gadot
Codes: M+F, Gangbang, Oral, Anal
By Slyguy, Contributions From DarkSwordsman
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“Hi, Hugh,” said Ricky Hornball, a number of muscled black studs and bikini-clad celebs mingling on sun loungers in the background. “Yep, things are really heating up out here in Anna’s yard. Why don’t we take a lot at what some of our glamorous celebrities are getting up to?”
Hornball and his cameraman crossed the patio and approached the first sunbed. A young man named Derrick was sprawled out on the padded surface, a large, bicep-laden arm curled around Jane Levy’s slender form as she lay beside him. Her mouth was wrapped around a chocolate popsicle; the auburn starlet slurping suggestively at the sweet treat as she fed it between her lips.
“You look like you’re enjoying that popsicle, Jane,” said Hornball, the camera guy pointing his lens at the redheaded beauty as she sucked at the sugary sweet treat.
“Uh huh, I looove chocolate,” she replied, flashing a naughty wink at the camera as she ran her tongue slowly up the melting shaft.
“Shit!” Derrick exclaimed at her side. “Girl got all the moves, huh?”
“Sure does,” Hornball agreed. “You’re in for a treat there, buddy.”
Hornball moved onto the next lounger where Kristen Bell was laid out on her front. Bikini top removed, a chiseled black stud named Jalen was perched behind her, his large dark hands roaming across her back as he rubbed a hearty dose of sunscreen into her smooth, velvety flesh.
“Ah, yes,” said Hornball, “in this heat its very important to apply lots of lotion to protect your skin from the sun. Safety first, right guys?”
“Mmhmm,” Kristen murmured in response, her voice thick with arousal as the skilled ebony hands glided across her skin.
Jalen moved to her ass and undid the ties on her scanty bikini bottoms.
“She don’t want no tan lines,” he said with a grin.
He peeled off her underwear, a clear wet patch visible in the teeny crotch as he held them up.
“Damn! She looks like she's ready!”
“Well, she doesn’t have long to wait,” Hornball replied, “and neither do you guys at home! As Hugh said, we’re just a few grand short of our $750,000 pledge goal, then it’s onto that million! And with what we have coming up next, I’m sure those donations are gonna come flooding in. Back to you in the studio.”
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“Actually Ricky, just this very second we have hit the 750,000 dollar mark!” Alison Brie said, hopping up and down with anticipation. “Thank you to BBCLover69 for getting us over the hump with pledge of 500 dollars! Hmmm, I guess they wanted to remain anonymous. Now, I’ve loved every special guest and every wild segment we’ve had here in the studio today, but let me tell you folks, this next one blows the rest out of the water! We have none other than Wonder Woman herself here! Everyone please give a warm welcome to the gorgeous, Gal Gadot!”
From backstage, the actress strutted onto the stage with a walk worthy of the finest Parisian runways. Her red carpet ensemble was every bit as extravagant as the other guests of the day had been. It clung tightly to her muscular frame with elegant ease and effortless grace. Waving to the camera, she clicked her way across the stage on spindly heels and warmly embraced Alison. Two quick kisses on the cheek for Hugh Johnson and she settled between them, taller than both and unable to keep the enormous dazzling smile off of her face.
Turning to face the camera, she uttered two friendly greetings, one in Hebrew and one in English. “Hello everybody. Truly honored to be here for this great cause!” Her accent lay thick upon every word, but it added an exoticism to every vowel and syllable formed between those smirking red lips.
“I’m loving the enthusiasm. The energy. Keep that up Gal. Can we bring the Rammers back out? All of them?” Hugh called out loudly.
A brief drumroll sounded and from the shadows of backstage emerged the second string of the Licksville Rammers. All eleven of them marched onstage in a line. Andre, Xavier, Isaiah, Wendell, Tyreke, Julius, Jamal, Gerald, Darnell, Donovan and Trae. Each had played a hand in reaching the current donation goal and now they were ready and willing to do it one more time.
Each Rammer was naked, letterman jackets discarded. They came to a stop in center stage and stood there with serious expressions usually reserved for a big game. Their dark skin gleamed, muscles bulged and cocks hung low, dangling out in front of them. The Israeli born actress had been watching the day’s events unfold with ever increasing excitement and now that she was here onstage with them, she realized she had not been excited enough. In person was very different than via screen. Her eyes didn’t know where to look, trailing down the line of stunningly good-looking well-hung young studs. She was taking in every detail of their big, thick, juicy black cocks. It seemed like each one was bigger than the last. Or perhaps her mind was just playing tricks on her.
“Gal? Gal?” Alison asked. “Earth to Gal?” She waved her hand in front of her, cutting through her reverie. “I know they’re distracting. Trust me.” She winked at the camera. “Now that your scene partners have joined us, tell me. Are you going to be able to get us to that 1-million-dollar mark?”
Eying each stud one-by-one for a final time, Gal nodded. “I absolutely will. Along with the help of all these fine young gentlemen.” She said, stumbling over her words more than usual. “Gangbang? Yes. That’s the word. Gangbang.”
“Boom!” Alison yelled, punching one fist into the air as a sign of victory. “That’s right folks! A gangbang with Wonder Woman herself! Call in now. Donate. Pledge. Yatta-yatta! You know the drill. And remember, once we hit 1-mil, that’s just the beginning. Then the real party gets underway over at Anna’s house. Hell, I don’t know about you but, I NEED to see that orgy at this point.” Alison shuddered at the thought, then shaking herself, bowed in the presence of Gal. “Ms. Gadot, the stage is yours.”
Lingering, Alison just couldn’t quite bring herself to leave. Hugh rolled his eyes and exasperatedly dragged her backstage. Luckily, the rest of the celebrity guests from the day’s event were clustered there. Each and every one of them equally as eager to watch the scene about to unfold. There may have been no Rammers backstage to play with them, but there were other ways to make their own fun.
The camera was closely fixed on Gal’s beautiful face. Running her tongue across her lips, she clapped her hands together. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
Approaching Darnell, the nearest Rammer, Gal ran her fingers along his well-defined pecs, trailing down his chiseled abs and tickling his groin as his cock sprang to full, throbbing life before her. Squatting down in front of him, she gripped the coal-colored cock in her hand. Holding it tightly, she put her red lips to it and began to suck. All down the line, cocks stiffened as they watched Gal swallow their teammate’s cock to the base. A few gleeful deep bobs of her head and she released it. Leaving behind a shiny, spit-soaked prick, she moved onto the next one. Julius shook with anticipation as he received the same treatment from Gal until his cock too was left throbbing, dripping with spittle and wanting more. Knocking out Xavier just as quickly, by the time she reached the Tyreke, any trace of red on her lips was gone, smeared all over the previous shafts.
“You’ll never be able to pleasure so many men at once.” Pausing, she gave a smoldering look to the camera and the rest of the Rammers. “As much as I’d love to… the best you can do is handle as many as possible and give a good show for the rest to enjoy while they wait.”
They certainly were enjoying the show. Each and every single one had a fist wrapped around their meaty pricks, slowly jerking themselves off as Gal made each dark dick disappear after another. Undoubtedly, the viewers at home were doing something similar. Although perhaps not as slowly. The Rammers cheered and shouted out encouragement, both for Gal and their teammates, but their impatience was growing.
Upon finishing with Jamal, the rest simply could not wait anymore. Like cattle stampeding, the Rammers thundered forward and Gal suddenly found herself surrounded on all sides by fat, swinging dongs, each jockeying for the prime position in front of her expertly talented mouth. Swollen crowns beat against her cheeks, head and lips as she reached with both hands, trying to assuage the insatiable group. Mouth little more than a wet blur, she darted from one cock to the next with superhuman speed, gurgling each and every one down to the base in a singular swift movement. Camera swinging overhead, it gave a sweeping view of the sea of cocks Gal swam it as she was continually buffeted on all sides.
Spit-soaked cocks dripped saliva and leaked precum. The slimy cocktail of fluids splattered across her entire head and shoulders as the cocks swung back and forth with frenzied excitement. Soon, it wasn’t just one cock shoved into her mouth, but two, even as she jerked another with each hand. Gal couldn’t even get a word out to the camera if she wanted to. Gurgling moans accompanied by hot squelching were the only sounds coming from her. Still, those were nearly drowned out by the grunts and groans of the group of horny young men. Even when a third schlong was stuffed into her gullet, stretching her lips near to breaking point, it still wasn’t enough for the insatiable Rammers.
It was frantic. Frenzied. Lust-fueled. Gal had soon lost count of just how much cock had been thrust into her mouth, how many inches of manmeat she’d taken or jerked off. In their excitement, the Rammers found themselves grabbing hold of her sleekly styled head, balling up her long black hair with their meaty hands and humping her face. Each gave a few hard thrusts, bouncing their big black balls against her chin, before releasing her and handing her off to their nearest team member. With only a moment to take a huge breath, and not even a second to wipe the spit slobbering down her chin, her mouth was once more filled with an all dark meat dick of epic throbbing proportions. Choking it down, black tears freely running down her face, the rest of her makeup had long since been ruined as sweat beaded on her glistening skin. After having gone around at least thrice, and probably more, she put a stop to the oral assault. Rising upwards from the horny horde like an actual goddess ascending, she stood tall and proud. Despite, her haggard appearance she wiped the tears from her eyes with great dignity, coughed once or twice and held up a finger, waggling it back and forth at the men around her.
“Naughty boys.” She scolded, but with an undeniable sly smirk. “This is no, a…err…blowbang. This is a gangbang. We move on. Now. Undress me.” The last sentence was a command.
Heavy hands moved to grope her ludicrously toned body. The designer dress she wore, easily thousands upon thousands of dollars was literally torn to shreds as the Rammers grabbed and pulled the fabric, uncaring as the soft material disintegrated beneath their palms. All were desperate to get to the luscious glowing tanned olive skin beneath. A multitude of hands mauled at her petite chest, squeezing the flesh and tugging upon the dark pointed nipples perched atop. At least four hands fondled her toned buttcheeks, smacking and squeezing the muscular appendage, easily tight enough to bounce a quarter of off. Fingers trailed up her smooth long legs, from calves to thighs, eager to reach what lay at the end of them. It proved impossible as a cluster of hands were all fighting off one another to get even the smallest touch of her glistening honeypot, pink lips smooth apart from a dark landing strip stationed directly above them. Gal was fully naked within seconds, the remnants of her dress tossed to the floor without a second thought. Closing her eyes, the groping continued as she thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of so many hands upon her. But she had a pledge goal to meet. Her eyes snapped open, a look of cool determination in them.
“Bed.”
Parting them easily, she strode gracefully over to the stained and thoroughly-used futon that had served the fundraiser’s needs very well. Resting her goddess-like body upon it she struck a model’s pose for the camera, allowing it to take in every inch of her naked form. One hand was held up, keeping the Rammers in place, their hands back around their pricks, jerking slowly. Gal returned her attention to the camera.
“It may look like I lost control back there.” She smiled. “Truth is; I was exactly where I wished to be. Better than one at a time, eh?” She looked for confirmation from the Rammers, who all heartily agreed. “Still, I think it’s time these young men service me. Remember. No gangbang without you. Otherwise it’s just a bunch of guys, howyousay, jerking off?”
With a singular finger she beckoned over the lot of them. A mad scramble ensured, like a ball had been fumbled. The luckiest among them, Wendell, buried his head between her glowing tanned thighs, greedily gulping at her oozing slit. A couple other lucky Rammers placed their lips to her breasts, sucking and tonguing at the hard nipples there. Trae contented himself with her feet, rubbing and sucking on her toes while Donovan sloppily swapped spit with her. The rest gathered around closely, stroking their dicks as they waited for their turn. The Rammers had Gal positively wriggling with delight as felt the combined efforts of their hands, mouths and tongues on the most pleasurable spots of her body.
Breaking her kiss with Donovan, she said, “When you have this many partners, every part of you can be receiving pleasure. It is…it is…wonderful!”
Eventually the Rammers swapped out, the new ones coming in just as eager to touch or kiss Gal’s bare body. Hardly noticing who was doing what, she relished the sensation of the swirling dark masses surrounding her. She did take notice when Gerald moved from licking her pink twat to tongue-fucking her butthole with his comically large tongue. Even happier than before, she did eventually have to get on with it. After all, this was a gangbang. Perhaps there would be time later to spend with these gentlemen, where she could really take her time. Her hotel wasn’t too far away… Waving them off, she adjusted herself on the futon, spread her legs wide and allowed her head to hang off the edge of the mattress.
“Get in line boys.” She cooed, unable to hide the delight in her voice. The Rammers nearly tore each other apart as they fought to form two lines. Six settled in line between her thighs and five at her head. “I believe this is called, running a train.”
Assistants hurried onstage to hand out lube as Andre stepped up, knelt between her legs and thrust his meaty dark wang inside of her, whooping at the sensation. At her head, Jamal fit his fat prick between her lips and didn’t stop until it had vanished from sight. In an instant, both were thrusting like their lives depended on it. Big black balls slapped against her taint as Andre drove himself into her, holding himself aloft on his brawny forearms. Jamal smacked his own saggy sack against the bridge of her nose, nearly blinding her with every frenzied hump. Spit frothed at her mouth, running down her face as she stared cross-eyed at the black dick plunging in and out of her mouth hole. Both were grunting with a savage ferocity usually reserved for game day. It took Gal a moment to get accustomed to the double dicking from both ends, hard pelvic thrusts deep enough to rattle her entire body.
When she finally settled into a rhythm, her hands reached out for two more pricks that were not there. That was quickly remedied as she felt two huge throbbing slabs of manmeat slapped against her palms. Flexing, arm muscles bulging, she jacked off those pricks with practiced ease. The hard thrusting went on for a couple of minutes before Gal signaled it was time for the next person in line. Andre and Jamal were pulled off of her as they very reluctantly they vacated her warm, wet holes and shuffled to the back of the line with swollen balls. The next pair of Rammers hopped up and sunk their cocks into her with joyous glee, Gal giving a squeal as the pricks filled her up simultaneously.
It was quite the sight to see. The line of anxious Rammers, each waiting for a turn with the actress, only to ram her good and hard before being told to get to the back of the line and let their buds have a turn. The donations on the screen were ticking up faster than a thermometer dropped in a pot of boiling water. Gal withdrew a big black cock from her gullet, even as her body rippled beneath the onslaught of pelvic thrusts. She turned to look towards the camera.
“Now, when entertaining so many suitors, you need to work on many tasking. I mean, multi-tasking. Let us see just how many of these Rammers I can work at the same time.”
The horny crowd of boys shuffled around her, eager to be chosen as she set about directing them like a conductor with an orchestra. Gerald laid flat on his back, Gal straddling him and sinking down as he split her pussy in two with his impossibly thick dong. Isaiah stepped up behind her as she pried her toned buttcheeks apart. Grinning, he stared down at the dark sphincter. His fat cockhead pushed against it and Gal’s eyes bulged as the cock slipped past the tight anal ring and her rectum was filled with thick black pipe. Spitting out a curse in Hebrew as she was double stuffed more fully than any Oreo. Like pistons firing in an engine, both Rammers relentlessly pummeled her holes. Gal moaned with a mouth wide open. It was quickly filled by Julius who pressed into her until her throat was bulging and his balls rested on her chin. Three cocks now sliding in and out of her, she reached out to jerk off two more hard schlongs. Tyreke grabbed both of Gal’s feet, smushed them together and pushed his cock in-between, feeling the soles on his veiny member. Every thrust of his hips nearly tapping Isaiah in the butt, even as he pounded Gal’s backdoor.
Amazement filled the studio, even from those Rammers who couldn’t participate. That was six. Six men at once, each grunting and groaning as loud as the last one as they fucked, were sucked and jerked off in a stunning show of skill and dexterity. At the absolute center of attention and having too many rock hard cocks in and around her, Gal could feel her orgasm build. The sensation made her drop the cocks from both hands and feet and open her mouth widely to scream. The two men pounding her holes went harder.
“FFFFUUCCKKK!!!” She screamed, her voice going raspy as she climaxed. But there was no reprieve, as they kept humping while she recovered. “You will have many orgasms in a gangbang. Many.” She muttered to the camera.
Shaking sense into her head, she looked around with fresh determination. Everyone swapped positions, giving those waiting a turn. Back up to pleasuring six men at once, she indicated for another Rammer to join his bud at her mouth. Looking sheepishly, Xavier came over and thrust his wang right next to Trae’s.
“Just like we did with the head cheerleader, remember?” Trae asked and Xavier fist bumped him.
Gal’s mouth stretched her wide, choking down both pricks, no one caring about the waterfall of saliva pouring down her chin or the fact they were rubbed up against one another. Still, even then, Gal wasn’t satisfied. With a gesture towards Darnell, she slapped her own ass. He looked confused, jerking his dick. Her asshole was already currently being reamed by Julius. Making hard eye contact, she nodded and slapped it again.
“Double up!” She mumbled through the mass of manmeat in her mouth.
Darnell climbed up on the futon, squatting over Gal’s ravaged body. He looked at Julius. “I think she wants us to do what we did with that college recruiter.”
Julius shrugged and stopped thrusting long enough for Darnell to get real close. In an impressive display of strength and dexterity he managed to press his thick black cock against her already occupied backdoor. Andre didn’t stop thrusting into her pussy as his buds got into place. With an almighty groan, Darnell pushed inside. Gal’s eyes flew wide open and she screamed, an impressive feat with dual dicks in her mouth. And as her backdoor was stretched with a double-dicking the likes of which the world had rarely, if ever seen, she came on the spot. Hot gushing ladyspray burst forth onto Andre’s chiseled form beneath her. Momentarily losing focus, she was back to it as soon as she was finished squirting. Two cocks now happily snug in her butt, thrusting in and out of her. Gal had truly reached her limit. It wasn’t one man. Two. Three. Or even six. Eight men all at once, being pleasured in some way or another. And maybe if their cocks were smaller she could have fit another in her pussy, but there wasn’t even a millimeter of space left in any orifice on her body.
“SHE REALLY IS WONDER WOMAN! DAMN LOOK AT HER GO!” Hugh called out from across the stage.
He’d seen many things in his 50+ years on this Earth. Many of them sexual in nature. Still, he’d never seen anything like this. Alison and her cohorts were also watching from backstage. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing either. Jealousy was the primary emotion they were all feeling. Horny too. But at least they could do something about the horniness. Tits bounced every which way, buttholes were licked, pussies fingered and lips kissed.
Gal held that position, or more accurately was held in that position by the strong arms of the Rammers. Every so often, she would have them switch, ensuring those few poor sad sobs who were left standing there jerking got a turn. Each double anal entry sparking another squirting orgasm on the lucky Rammer laying beneath her. It wasn’t before long that each and every Rammer had at least some girlcum dripping down their chiseled abs. The rotation continued on and on, each cycle bringing the Rammers closer and closer to orgasm. Just about ready to pop themselves they signaled to Gal who could have gone all night, displaying superhuman stamina.
“A big finish in a gangbang is important. You should be drowning in cum by the time they are all finished. You can swallow all the loads, although that might upset your tummy. Take it in either hole, or all over your body. Or some combination thereof!”
With that said, Gal reduced the number of men pleasuring her to three. One for each hole. The rest got in line behind their teammates, speeding up the jerking of their dicks ensuring they were ready to release. All were eager to drench her. The first to pop was Wendell, fucking her tight ass and Gal cried out as her roared and slammed himself balls deep into her, pumping out what must have been a gallon of cum, utterly emptying his balls. He was soon followed by Isaiah who was fucking her pussy and unloaded an equally large load, painting her cervix white. As they extracted themselves from the now leaking holes, Andre and Trae hurried to take their places. Tyreke came down her throat, his hands balled up in her luscious dark hair as he held her head tight. Even as he was pumping his load down her gullet, Gerald stepped up and sprayed the entire side of her face with his goopy jism.
And the cumshots continued, each with as much force and volume as though the Rammers hadn’t cum in days. Andre pulled out of her ass and sprayed those toned cheeks white, the ropes of jizz reaching the back of her neck. Her pussy was pumped with even more virile semen by Andre until it ran down her thighs like a leaky hose. The other side of her face was blasted by Donovan with wave after her wave of seed until she couldn’t see anymore and still she felt cum splatting against her skin.
Darnell pried himself from her jaws and splattered her perky tits until they were glazed liked pottery. Xavier flooded her rectum with another fat load. Julius sprayed her toned legs and last but by no means least, Jamal gave her one final load directly in the front of her face, dribbling down her features.
When the last drops of cum had been squeezed out and deflating heads had been beaten against toned sticky skin, the last of the Rammers stepped back. Gal blindly wiped the cum from her glued-together lashes and sat up on the futon, her features nearly unrecognizable from beneath the thick, gluey white glaze coating nearly her entire body.
“You see?” She said, smacking her lips together. “Big finish.”
It was at that precise moment a loud ringing filled the studio. Every head turned to the screen above the callers. It was flashing. 1,000,000. They had done it. They had reached the goal. Screams and cheers went up from around the studio.
Alison came bounding out, naked as the day she was born yet again, boobs bouncing hither and thither. She was quickly followed by the other celebrity guests, each just as naked as the last. They were all cheering and whooping.
“That’s it! We’ve done it! 1 million dollars!” Alison ran over to Gal’s cum covered form and gave her an enormous hug, feeling the semen of almost a dozen men squish between them.
“Thank you so much Gal! You’ve done it. Got us over that final hump! And you know what that means folks, it’s time to check in with Anna one last time. That means we can officially kick this orgy off!”
Just as the crew was preparing to switch feeds, Alison leaned in and said to Gal, “Don’t worry, we’ll help you get cleaned up. Won’t we girls?”
The assembled crew of naked celebrity instructors nodded and giggled with excitement.
***
“Wow!” exclaimed Ricky Hornball from Anna Kendrick’s backyard; the outline of his stiff pecker clearly visible through his pants. “That was quite something, wasn’t it, folks? These girls are gonna have to go some distance to top that. But you know what, ladies and gents, I think they’re up to the challenge.”
The cameraman took a pan of the yard. The Licksville Rammers and their celebrity partners were primed to begin. Some of the guys already had their dicks out, their A-list counterparts squatting at their feet with hands clasped around their shafts.
“So, with the final pledge goal finally reached, I declare the Celebs Go Black for Sex-Ed million dollar orgy...Hey, Jen! Get that dick out of your mouth! We haven’t started yet!”
The camera cut to Jennifer Lawrence as she slipped Dion’s wang from between her lips, a ring of lipstick smeared around the boundary of his crown.
“I declare the Celebs Go Black for…”
Load slurping noises stopped Hornball in his tracks once more.
“I declare the…”
“Aww yeah, baby!” someone groaned in the background. “Suck that dick!”
“Ah, fuck it!” sighed Hornball. He stepped away from in front of the camera and the orgy had begun.
End of Segment #7
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Damn! I desperately want to read the end of this story!