The Breakthrough: BBC Pheromone Pt. 02

Chapter Two

Emily Stevens closed her eyes, reclining as her petite, 20-year-old Mormon assistant, Hailey, eagerly lapped at the milky semen dripping from her well-used cunt and asshole--gifts from the black men who'd filled her earlier. A shudder ran through Emily as she recalled the night seven years ago that ignited her obsession with the raw power of black cock.

Flashback: Labor Day Weekend, 2018

Just After 5 PM

Alone in her NC State dorm bathroom, college freshman Emily clutched her phone in one hand and a curved vibrating wand in the other. She sighed, sliding her shorts and panties down her slender legs before the door fully clicked shut. With her roommate Tyka gone, she had an hour before catching a bus home to Nashville--an impromptu trip with Tyka, hitching a ride with Tyka's boyfriend, Dre, and his basketball teammates, headed to Memphis for a Black History and Social Justice class excursion.

Emily hadn't told her mom, who was alone while her dad was abroad on business. It'd be a surprise. She felt a flicker of nerves about the bus ride--Dre and his teammates were all black, towering basketball players. Emily wasn't racist; Tyka, her mixed-race best friend, had been with Dre since arriving on campus. But Dre's lingering stares unnerved her. At 6'7", he dwarfed both girls, who barely cleared 5'3".

Tyka's disheveled clothes, late-night returns, and the pungent scent of semen in their shared laundry basket left little doubt about her friend's activities. Emily, though, was still a technical virgin--her hymen long gone, as proven by how easily the wand slipped into her pussy. Leaning back on the toilet, she closed her eyes, building tension until her phone buzzed.

Kyler again--her high school boyfriend who'd followed her and Tyka to NC State. Tyka was on a soccer scholarship, while Emily, a gifted student, had earned a full academic ride. Kyler was neither athlete nor scholar, just a spoiled brat whose parents shelled out for out-of-state tuition. Having her boyfriend and best friend brought familiarity to the intimidating shift from Tennessee, but the 5'5" slender blonde boy had grown clingy, blowing up her phone constantly. Another text came through as she tried to focus on her pleasure.

"I love you so much, beautiful. I miss you already. Text me when you leave. Love you."

His smothering words threatened to dry her pussy instantly. Tossing the phone aside, she leaned back, diving into her secret fantasy: the summer at Aunt Joan's farm, watching Thor, the massive stallion, mount a mare in the field. Wet heat flooded her as she recalled his impossibly huge cock pummeling the mare's pussy. Pumping the wand faster, she came hard, squirting across the bathroom tiles.

Bam bam bam! A loud knock jolted her, the wand slipping from her grip to skitter across the floor.

"Girl, what the fuck are you doing? You're gonna be late!" Tyka's voice rang out.

Emily glanced at her watch. "It's 5:45. We've got till 6:30."

"No, the bus leaves at 6!"

Panic surged. Emily flung open the door, washing her hands at the sink. Tyka smirked. "Damn, girl, you should've washed that thing. You're about to be on a bus with big-dicked ballers."

Emily's face burned, avoiding eye contact. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Tyka laughed. "This room reeks of pussy, that's what."

As Emily dabbed on makeup, Tyka bent down in the doorway, snatching the soaked wand. "No wonder, you little slut!" She swung it behind her back.

"Give me that!" Emily shrieked. Tyka tossed it into the sink, still grinning.

No time to change, Emily stayed in her tiny shorts, soaked panties, and fitted shirt, grabbing her trip bag. The girls raced to the elevator, Tyka biting back a comment as Emily's sweet scent filled the confined space. Tyka's own pussy pulsed--she had eight hours on a dark bus with Dre for relief. Emily, stuck with Kyler's tiny white dick, wasn't so lucky. Tyka liked Kyler--he'd introduced her to Dre after becoming a basketball team manager--but his size, both physically and in the locker room showers, made him a joke. She'd meant to talk to Emily about it but was too busy enjoying Dre's thick cock. Thank God for Plan B; she'd have triplets otherwise.

Petite and stunning, Tyka resembled Halle Berry--light cocoa skin, green eyes, and bushy, curly blonde-brown hair. Her black father, Markus, a former linebacker turned construction mogul, and her white cheerleader mom, Angie, who'd died of cancer in Tyka's junior year, had shaped her life. That's when Tyka grew closer to Emily, spending endless hours at her house. Oddly, Emily's uptight, church-going mom loosened up around Tyka, dressing less conservatively and easing off the girls' sexy outfits. Andrea started acting youthful, working out, and her marriage with Emily's dad thrived--empty-nesters finding new spark.

At the basketball facility, the bus waited. With fifteen minutes to spare, they hit the bathroom. Tyka smirked as Emily wet paper towels and slipped into a stall, likely scrubbing her pungent pussy. Emerging, Tyka offered two THC gummies. "Time to chill on this ride."

"I'm not sure," Emily hesitated. "I don't know those guys. I don't wanna get messed up."

"It's mild--you've had it before. Better than booze, and it'll break the ice."

Tired of overthinking and annoyed by another buzz from Kyler, Emily snatched a gummy and popped it in her mouth.

"Guess that settles it," Tyka laughed as they bounded toward the bus.

Any apprehension melted as Emily saw Coach Mac behind the wheel. Not an actual coach, Mac was a former NC State basketball player, now part of the athletic department and Kyler's boss as equipment manager. He occasionally drove the bus. "There wasn't much Mac didn't have his hands on," people said, laughing a little too long. Towering and friendly, he'd fuss over Emily and Kyler, arms around them both. Kyler always shrank timidly, but Emily loved the attention from the popular figure.

"There's Dr. Stevens!" his deep voice bellowed.

Emily blushed, rushing to hug the hulking, 50-something black man from behind.

"You stop! I haven't even taken a midterm yet--"

"Don't matter," he said, eyes piercing her with sudden seriousness. "You're gonna do big things."

The words hung in the air. Emily stammered, caught by the intensity of his gaze. Then he broke the tension with a wink and mischievous smile. "But for now, let's get this show on the road. You girls saved a place in the back. I told the boys not to bother you... unless you want them to." He winked again.

"That sounds good to me, Coach," Tyka teased, winking back at the salt-and-pepper-bearded driver, embarrassing Emily. Lightheaded but smiling, she pushed Tyka down the aisle to their seats.

The bus was big, 40+ seats, but only five players, the two girls hitching to Nashville, and later, a Tennessee State University group joining in Nashville. Mostly empty, Tyka promised not to ditch Emily for Dre. But as Emily sat in the back and watched Tyka hug Dre in the aisle, her hand squeezing his huge cock through his sweatpants, Emily's head spun. Dre locked eyes with her as Tyka whispered in his ear, hand still on his package. Flushing, Emily jerked her head 90° to stare at a concrete wall out the window.

Before she could process, Tyka crashed beside her, goosing her ribs. Emily laughed, ticklish, and hissed, "Bitch, stop!" Glancing up, she caught Dre's eyes burning into her, a devious smile. "You girls be good. I'll come see you later, baby girl," he said, motioning to Tyka.

Her phone buzzed--Kyler again. "How are things going, beautiful?"

Emily's lips pursed as Tyka squeezed her thigh, peering at the screen. "Girl, when you gonna stop having a girlfriend and get some actual dick?" Tyka blurted.

Emily flushed, angry. She was sexually deprived, ovulating, needing something Kyler could never give--huge black cocks to shape her, use her as a cum receptacle. She hadn't figured that out yet, so she snapped nose-to-nose, "Not everyone's a black cock slut!"

Expecting fury, she saw a twinkle in Tyka's eye instead. Tyka slid her arms around Emily's waist--too sensual for friends--pulling her close, lips nearly brushing her ear. "But anyone can be a black cock slut. It just takes one taste."

Emily's world spun again, but Tyka scooted back, patted her knee playfully. "I'm sorry, girl. I just want you happy. I love you."

Disarmed, Emily softened. "I love you too."

The awkwardness faded. For hours, they were schoolgirls again, sharing headphones, giggling, forgetting the others. As the gummies kicked in, Emily felt relaxed, drowsy. "I'm gonna nap," she mumbled.

"You do you, girl," Tyka said, less phased, moving to the empty bench across the aisle as Emily stretched against the window.

Within minutes, Emily drifted into a vivid dream. In a locker room, she rounded a corner to see Tyka on her knees, Dre's hands swirling her head on his massive, thick cock. Emily fled to the showers, where Coach Mac stood nude, his elephant-trunk cock dangling between massive thighs. She was naked too. His giant hand squeezed her small, almond-shaped breast. She took his other hand, guiding her head toward his weapon. "You're gonna do big things, Emily," he echoed with that mischievous smile. She tilted down, mouth opening, when a road jolt shook her awake.

Startled, still high, her eyes adjusted to the dark back of the bus. A flicker of light and movement sharpened--Dre sat on the handicapped bench Tyka had taken, facing Emily, with Tyka sprawled across it, head in his lap. At first, she thought they were napping, but the blackout curtain was drawn, separating the back. The light was Lamar, one of Dre's friends, squatting in the seats ahead, filming on his phone. Dre gripped Tyka's bushy hair, shoving her head down on his huge cock.

Emily squinted, feigning sleep, frozen and disoriented. Her underserved pussy soaked her already-drenched panties. She slid a hand down her shorts, watching Tyka's head bob and slide impossibly down the shaft, disappearing into her throat.

"Guk-guk-guk-guk--"Tyka's choking moans accelerated the fluid in Emily's quim, matched by Dre's sexy groans. Delirious with lust and weed, Emily propped against the window, refocusing on the face-fucking. Dre stared intently at her, pumping Tyka's head on his throbbing shaft. Emily had bumped her seat light on--he could see her hand digging in her shorts, writhing against the wall. Her pulse quickened, but she didn't stop rubbing her clit. Locking eyes, Dre gave a menacing smile.

A groan bellowed from Tyka as Dre jammed two massive fingers into her pussy and ass. Her cries triggered Emily's orgasm, and she slipped two fingers into her sopping mess, furiously thrusting, eyes fixed on Dre. Tyka's eyes locked with hers too, despite the gagging. Dre shifted, forcing Tyka's head down the remaining inches. Her moans turned to gurgles as he groaned, head back, hips raised, blasting her throat with cum. Sperm shot from Tyka's nostrils, tears streaming, and Emily nearly blacked out, squirting onto her hand still jamming inside her.

Lost in ecstasy, she didn't notice Lamar shift his camera through the seat crack, capturing her too, before slipping back through the curtain.

Coming down, Emily saw Tyka and Dre making out heavily. Embarrassed despite the fog, she turned to the window, pretending to sleep. It was short-lived--the bus gears shifted, brakes squealing at a rest area. Surprised--they weren't supposed to stop--she jumped up for the restroom. Tyka and Dre hurried out ahead.

At the front, Lamar sat near Coach Mac. Both smiled at her, but she was too dazed to notice. Outside, she passed the other players.

"Damn, Becky, you're a little late," one said, pointing at her pussy.

"Ahh, shit," another crowed.

Mortified, she dashed into the deserted bathroom, facing a mirror. Her light blue shorts were darkly soaked down the crotch from squirting. Not wanting to face the players again, she circled the unlit back of the building. Turning the corner, she froze--Tyka, shorts and panties at her ankles, hands against the wall, bent over as Dre's long, thick cock sawed into her. Like her throat, he hit bottom with inches still out. Emily spun, retracing her steps, flying past Coach Mac's amused smile and Lamar's grin, back to her seat.

Staring out at the rest area where Tyka was getting pounded, she wondered if Dre would bury the rest in her pussy like he had her throat. Heat flared between her legs. The curtain opened--Tyka emerged, wobbly, smiling. They locked eyes.

"Em, I've got extra shorts if you need 'em. Looks like you spilled something," Tyka said, eyeing the wet spot.

Seizing the chance to retreat from the night's abyss, Emily played along. "That'd be great, Ty."

Lights on at the stop, Tyka motioned to Dre, shut the curtain, and squatted to her bag. An obscene queef erupted from her pussy--cock, cum, and air from the rest stop. Before Emily's eyes, Tyka's green shorts darkened as Dre's semen soaked through, streaming down her legs. Frozen mid-squat, ass facing Emily, Tyka muttered, "Welp... I think you're on your own. I need my shorts."

Both girls burst into laughter. Before they could talk, Emily's phone buzzed--Kyler, ignored for hours. Guilt hit her for lusting after black cock all night. He was needy, wimpy, slender--almost feminine--with a clit-sized dick. A middle school boyfriend turned persistent follower, he was a great friend but not a lover. She loved him, just didn't lust for him. Sighing, she replied:

"Hey baby, sorry, we were napping. Having fun. Miss you too. Talk tomorrow."

Back at NC State, Kyler's face lit up at Emily's reply. He'd been nervous about her with the black basketball players--Tyka thought it odd, knowing he wasn't racist. He shot back, "Sounds great, beautiful. Good night."

Pleasantly surprised by his brevity, Emily felt less guilty as the bus pulled away. Kyler set his phone down, moving to his computer--a mission control station. A talented video editor, he made hype videos for the team, but tonight was different. Porn played.

A slow bassline thumped, a woman's voice chanting "big black cock" on loop--ripped from a hypno clip he'd remixed. Onscreen, a petite blonde knelt, face mashed into a mattress, ass arched, arms pinned behind her by a gigantic black hand. Another held her hips as a beer-can-thick cock speared her asshole, gaping it, pumping cum inside. Kyler's orgasm built, watching the black man ruin her.

His phone buzzed. "Looks like we have two sluts for black cock." Swiping it open, he saw Tyka deep-throating Dre--familiar, but the intensity blazed. When cum shot from her nose, Kyler--or Kylie, as Coach Mac and Lamar knew him--whimpered. The huge black dildo he'd been working into his lingerie-clad, 18-year-old sissy ass popped past his second ring. His rectum opened, sinking to the balls. The camera panned to Emily, finger-fucking herself, spraying the seat. Kyler's thin legs convulsed, crying "Daddy" as cum spurted from his chastity-caged clit-cock.

He passed out in his own cum, lingerie-clad, as custom clips of Coach Mac and Lamar fucking him dolled up played on.