My Introduction into the Black Worship Society

As we walked down the narrow trail, I was “slippery” to say the least. To me, in Middle School, “slippery” meant wet. I was that, but also apprehensive, scared, exhilarated, and anxious all at the same time. I had never worn a thong or shaved my pussy, so the feeling of being wet, shaven, and almost unclothed was enough to want to go the distance, as my two mentors had promised me that it would be.

I had taken a summer job at the local Recreational Club Pool, so exited, and ready to go. There were three of us, that rotated the snack bar, clean up, and life guarding duties: Mary Joe, Jenny Lee, and me; Terry. Both of the afore mentioned were older than I, Mary Joe in college, and Jenny Lee in high school. Both of them having worked there for several summers, took me under their wing, and showed me the in and outs of managing the snack bar, taking my turn in the life guards chair, and the day to day operations of the Recreation Club’s pool. Mary Joe having been voted Mrs. High School and Prom Queen, and Jenny Lee, valedictorian, and President of her High School Class, both were extremely popular in town, and both having families with prominent businesses in town. To say that I looked up to them would have been an understatement, I was so infatuated with both that I fell into the daily routine easily, both mentoring me in every facet of life. Both of them dated very popular local guys, football players, and they introduced me to being “popular”, as I started dating a white Middle School guy, President of our class and football captain.

As the hot summer days grew into the latter part of June and July, both Jenny Lee and Mary Joe put me on the early morning shift in the lifeguard chair. There had been some construction taking place behind our club, at the city water department, and both Jenny Lee and Mary Joe would ease down the back trail, to picnic area in the woods while I was on the morning shift. Showering, one evening, after closing the pool, I noticed that both had began shaving their pussy, something that wasn’t all that common in the late 1970’s. Mary Joe, seeing me look at her pussy, grinned and asked if that would be something that I would be interested in, and of course, I was sure that I did. Giggling and laughing between them, they asked if I would be interested in meeting some other guys, and that all three of us could get off during the morning shift, if they asked Coach Shelby to take the shift. Jenny Lee told me to shave “from the eyebrows down”, and the schedule was set for tomorrow. Coach Shelby would take the early shift, and all three of us would have an hour together, off.

That night, I did as was told, shaving my pussy, and getting ready to meet the “new guys” as both had told me. Of course, I was a virgin, if that was a question entering anyone’s mind, having gone as far as the “fondling” stage with my handsome, yet awkward white boyfriend. I was ready to explore, he wasn’t prepared or mature enough to go there, so I was very eager to follow them, and find out what they did for their morning break from pool duties. As the three of us finished the morning opening, Coach Shelly said that he would be a tad bit late getting to the life guard stand and asked me if I would take the first few minutes shift until he arrived. I told both of them the news, and Mary Joe said that it was no problem that I could catch up with them. They would leave a bag at the middle part of the trail, and that I could change out of my one piece suite, and then meet them at the picnic site.

As he said that he would, Coach Shelly showed up at the prescribed time, and as I climbed down the chair ladder, he asked me if I would be taking a break with Mary Joe and Jenny Lee. I said yes, and at that he just grinned widely and told me to have a good time. I could hardly wait. I scampered through the already pool area, saying hi to most of the families, moms, and friends filling the pool area. Making my way down the trail, there it was, the bag, as Mary Joe had said there would be. As I lifted the bag, it felt empty, but upon inspection, I discovered a white thong, with a note, telling me to slip it on and continue to the picnic area. Where was my top? There wasn’t a top in the bag, so with some apprehension, I slipped my one piece bathing suite off and lipped the white thong on. It felt good, free, and naughty as I put it on. I became aroused, immediately, instinctively from the naughty feeling of freedom, the exhilaration of the unknown, and meeting the guys that Mary Joe and Jenny Lee were sneaking away to see on the early morning shift. I walked briskly the last 50 yards of the trail, to back side of the Pool Club, and as I approached the small picnic area opening, I froze from the shock of the sounds and sight before me.

Jenny Lee was on her back, on the picnic table, and Horse Palmer, one of our local high school football stars was pumping his his huge black cock in and out of her, while Cool Douglas another black football star was straddling her face, while she sucked his huge black cock. Mary Joe, on her knees, was alternating, giving head, to four of the biggest, blackest guys that I had ever seen. Both of them were moaning with pleasure, and mixed with taunts and slurs of “hell yeah”, “get it white girl”, and “damn girl, you a freak”, coming from the black guys, I was frozen. The one thing that the black guys all had in common was their physiques. Muscles rippling, built like black Greek Gods, and all with cocks that ran down to their knee. Jenny Lee, turning towards me, did a little wave, for me to come on in and come forward. She could do no more than groan, as Horse’s black hand encircled her throat as he pumped his black manhood in and out of her. Upon noticing my arrival. Dequan Watson, removed his cock from Mary Joe’s mouth, pulled the sheath of his uncut cock forward and walked towards me. “It’s your time little bitch”, he said as he grabbed my forcibly by the back of my neck and slid his huge black hand down inside my white thong. “You already wet,” he said as slid his black finger into my virgin white pussy. It felt good, right, virtuous, justifiable, desirable, and acceptable as he slid his tongue down the back of my throat, while sliding his finger in and out of my drenched and “slippery” pussy. He grabbed the cheek of my ass, sliding the thong off with his massive black hands. He was just so big and so black, having starred at our high school in football, going to TSU on a scholarship, and in his senior year of college, a sure bet in the NFL draft. Leading me over to the picnic table, he slid me onto my back on the table. Wasting no time, encircling my entire waist with one hand, he used the other to rub his massive black cock head up and down my pussy. Being beside Jenny Lee, she put her arm under my neck to reassure me, as Dequan began rocking forward inching his massive black cock into me. I intuitively raised my knees, as his thrust gained power, and sunk inch after inch of his 15 inch black manhood into me. He eased only a bit, as he bottomed, with almost half of his black cock yet to enter. His massive, heavily muscled, black body dwarfed my white, 105 lb., Middle School aged body. His rhythm, power, and prowess dominated me, and as he continued, all the others stood and watched, some having placed their Black loads in Jenny Lee or Mary Joe, others to follow.

Yes, yes, yes, I cooed as I came on his black cock. Having never experience anything other than my own hand, it was such a release, as if some flood gates were opening, I could only mutter, “thank you, oh yes, thank you.” As his Black God Seed pumped from his massive black jewels into my awaiting virgin womb, it filled me and leaked down the crack of my ass as he pulled out. I could hear the other Black Guys, “hell yeah”, “damn young bitch took it,” and “bitch be thanking him.” Grabbing my hair he raised my head, only, off the table. What I saw astounded me: Jenny Lee and Mary Joe were both on their knees, as the black guys would go over to each and slap her across the face. Encircled around us were six white guys on their knees, naked except for a jock strap that they wore. Dequan, tightening his grip on my hair, left me no room to move against his black strength, as I watched the events unfold. As the Blacks, all 10 moving in unison hovered over the much smaller and weaker white boys. The white boys chanted, “we serve our black leaders”, and the black guys back handed them across the face, each moved to a different white boy, “blacks are our superiors”, said the white guys receiving another brutal backhand across the face. Blood began to trickle from busted noses, and busted lips. This continued for two full circles, “we fear and obey our black overlords”, smack, “we submit humbly to higher black power”, smack, “we honor and worship our black Gods”, smack. As I surveyed the white boys, I found my own white boyfriend down with the other older white guys, just as he was yanked up by his hair, and dragged over to my position. “Tell at mutha fucka wat to do” I heard one of the blacks say, as the other white boys told him to get on his knees in front of me. “Clean her up, go down on her, do it now, for God’s sake”, the white boys said in almost unison. My, white boyfriend, Kent, then, with Horse’s huge black hand on the back of his head, began to go down on me, while I watched. It was so primeval, so primitive, so alluring, that I came again as he cleaned Dequan’s Black Seed from both outside and inside of me. Dequan then lifted me up by the hair placing on my knees next to Kent. There was not need to tell two young, excited, horny white kids what to do. We both went down on Dequan, cleaning his massive, vein filled, uncircumcised black cock. I ran my tongue between his foreskin and the head and pushed his sheath back to suck on his massive black cock head. I could only moan, damn Kent, he had to and was getting his own pleasure. As quick as it started it was over, as the white boys went back up the hill, the Black Kings to their water department jobs, and us back towards the pool.

As Jenny Lee, Mary Joe and I reached the halfway point back, we began changing back into our one piece bathing suits. Both of them hugging me, as Jenny Lee pulled out her make up bag, applying make up to bruised cheek, black eye, and Mary Joe’s split lip. We slid on sun glasses to disguise our bumps and bruises, as they both explained that I was now an integral part of our town’s secret to success, “Black Worship.” Moving back into the pool area, I again exchanged greetings with white friends, families, and moms. Somehow, I felt empowered, as I moved towards the life guard stand, Coach Shelly climbing down. “How was your first one hour break”, the coach asked. I simply nodded my head yes as I smiled, wondering if he knew what had taken place. “We are certainly looking forward to getting Kent on the varsity football team next year, he could start as a Freshman,” he said as smiled at me. “I am really looking forward to getting Latrell, everyone predicts that he will be another Dequan or Horse, and you and Kent will be an integral part of keeping him from accepting an offer to move to another school.”

I took a double shift on the lifeguard chair, feeling the sun, and pointing my shaved pussy towards the warmth. I daydreamed of what had just happened, and wondered to myself if it was dream. It was all too real, as I showered to leave that evening, Kent’s parents picking me up and with Latrell in the back seat as well as we headed to a summer evening get together. While Kent’s parents rode up front, Latrell kissed me, and began to rub my my pussy through my shorts. He was so hard, and so huge, I could see the outline of black cock in his shorts, as Kent’s father looked at us in the rear view mirror, with an encouraging look and a grin. Kent, hard as well, now, seemed to find his confidence as he rubbed his own four inch cock. I now, for the first time, realized the deal. Why our town was so successful in all endeavors, especially high school sports. Our weaker white boys bowed and kneeled to the superior Black Alphas and rode their coattails to success.