The Breakthrough: BBC Pheromone Pt. 03

Chapter 3

Emily Stevens struggled to open her tired eyes as the bus jolted to a stop in Nashville. The early morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow across the seats. Tyka, her roommate, stirred awake beside her, soft curls brushing Emily's neck. For a moment, Emily wondered if the previous night's events--wild and debauched--had been a dream. But the musky scent of her damp panties and the sticky evidence in Tyka's cum-soaked underwear confirmed the reality of her Black Cock Revelations.

Stepping off the bus, Emily fell in line behind the players, Tyka, and Dre. She paused to give Coach Mack a playful shoulder squeeze and a murmured "thanks," sashaying past the older Black man with a sway of her plump freshman ass. Mack's eyes traced her delicate curves, his massive cock twitching in his pants. He imagined pounding her as fiercely as he'd taken her sissy boyfriend's ass, unbeknownst to her, of course, a smirk curling his lips.

Exhausted, Emily and Tyka barely spoke as they rode in Tanisha's car from TSU--the HBCU where the bus had stopped--to their affluent West Nashville neighborhood. "Talk to you later, girl. Love you," Emily said, hopping out into the rising sunlight. She slipped her key into the lock, easing the front door open with a faint creak. She'd come home early from college to surprise her mom, Andrea, but a grimy sedan in the driveway--not her mom's sleek SUV--threw her off. It had to be Tina, the housekeeper. Dropping her backpack on the kitchen counter, Emily caught a sultry bassline thumping from her parents' bedroom. With her dad out of town, Tina was apparently making herself at home.

Peeking into the fridge, she spotted cheap beer and White Claws, on the counter as well were two empty wine glasses, rims stained pink with lipstick. "Tina, you little party animal," Emily muttered, grabbing a water bottle. The music pulsed louder as she took a sip, shrugging off the odd vibe. Her mom was likely out--church work or the gym--giving Tina free rein. Then a low, guttural moan cut through the air, raw and desperate. Emily's pulse quickened. A deep grunt followed, rhythmic and primal. "What the hell?" she whispered, setting the bottle down.

Sneakers silent on the hardwood, she padded toward the hallway, expecting to catch Tina in a trashy hookup. The air thickened with a musky, sour stench as she neared the bedroom door, cracked just enough to let the noises spill out. Through the gap, the full-length mirror reflected the bed at a slant. Her jaw dropped. A towering Black man dominated the scene, his sweat-slicked back flexing as he pounded a woman in missionary. Her pale legs, pinned back and trembling, framed her head like a broken doll. His cock--forearm-thick, veins bulging, a glistening Black monster--slammed into her with brutal force, stretching her grotesquely.

Emily's mind reeled. Tina, that wild slut, was getting wrecked--on her parents' bed, no less--by a Black cock.

Of course it was.... Jesus, the last 24 hours, she thought. She couldn't see the woman's face, just quivering white thighs and the obscene gape swallowing the shaft. At first, she assumed it was her pussy taking the punishment--how else could anyone handle that?--but then he pulled out with a wet schlorp. The woman's anus gaped--a raw, dilated crater, drooling cum and slime. Emily's breath hitched. It wasn't her pussy; it was her ass. The ruined hole pulsed, farting a sloppy hiss as cum oozed onto the bed. The man growled, gripping his cock, and plunged into her pussy with a savage thrust. Semen spurted from her demolished anus, splattering the sheets as her body bucked. A high-pitched screech tore from her throat, cum leaking from her blown-out ass with every stroke.

Emily's thighs clenched, her panties soaking as heat flooded her core. Hand slipping into her jeans, her fingers found her slick clit. She rubbed herself, a soft gasp escaping as fluid trickled down her leg. The sight of that fucked-out, cum-soaked anus ignited her. The man roared, his cock throbbing, and Emily's fingers sped up, her orgasm building.

Grunting, the hulking figure pounded harder, the woman's cum-splattered guts gurgling, farting air and semen. Her pale frame convulsed beneath him. Without warning, he pulled out with a pop and rammed back into her ass. Her screech was apocalyptic, her anus ripping wider with a fleshy splat. Cum spewed around his shaft, frothing down her crack, while her pussy sprayed a wild arc of squirt, soaking the bed. The noises--schlick, plop, fart--formed a symphony of wet ruin as her rectum morphed into a makeshift cunt for his horse-sized cock.

He jackhammered the white whore beneath him, her screams sounding like murder. Then, stiffening, he bottomed out and bellowed, "Fuck, Andrea, you filthy bitch," unleashing a torrent into her ruined asshole. Cum splattered around his shaft, seeping from her prolapsed hole. The name--Andrea--hit Emily like a freight train. Her mom. Not Tina. Her mom. Her fingers froze mid-orgasm, her pussy clenching as pleasure crashed through her, fluid dribbling down her thigh. She yanked her hand free, slick with her own mess, as shock, disgust, and shame collided with a lingering, sick arousal.

Her breath hitched. In the mirror, Andrea's flushed, sweat-drenched face flashed, lost in ecstasy. Emily stumbled back, a choked sob catching in her throat. The man pulled out with a schlorp, leaving Andrea's anus a demolished wreck--pulsing, leaking, a cum-drenched parody of a cunt. Andrea screeched, her pussy squirting a final spray that hit the mirror, but Emily was already bolting. Silent as a ghost, she veered into the garage, avoiding the front door's creak. Her mom's SUV sat pristine--proof Andrea hadn't left. Stomach churning, Emily slipped past, soaked panties clinging to her thighs, hand sticky with shame. She pushed the side door open, morning sun blinding her as she staggered outside, leaving her backpack behind. Her mom's ruin burned in her mind, a nauseating mix of lust and horror as she fled into the early light.

Across town, Tyka reached behind the loose brick on her dad's back porch for the spare key. Since her mom's death from cancer the previous year, the house had lacked a woman's touch. Her dad, a busy construction company founder, left the organizing to her. But today, stepping into the kitchen, she froze. The place was flawless. Her instincts flared--who was the bitch? Dumping her cum-stained panties and shorts from the night before into the laundry room, she spotted her dad's neatly folded clothes. Then, in the sink, a baby blue satin babydoll gown and matching panties, cum-stained and brazen. Jesus, was she here now? Tyka crept toward her dad's bedroom. No one was there, but the blue silk sheets--strewn about, with a dark, wet cum stain in the center--screamed serious fucking. The rest of the house might be spotless, but this room and the laundry told a different story.

In the master bathroom, she froze. On her mom's old vanity sat a massive purple butt plug--3.5 inches wide, 5 inches tall, a barrel of an ass-stuffer. Tyka had seen small ones, but nothing like this. More jarring still was a black tote bag labeled "Woodsboro Church of Christ." Inside were smaller butt plugs, lube tubes (KY and silicone), maxi pads, tampons, and KY Liquibeads--lube suppositories for menopausal women. she didn't even know how to process that, Woodsboro was the whitest, most uptight church in Nashville, tied to Emily's family. Andrea, Emily's mom, ran Sunday school there. Tyka figured the bag was her late mom's, repurposed by some slut for ass toys. She pondered confronting her dad when an all-caps text from Emily flashed: CALL ME--PLEASE.

Back at the Stevens house, Andrea lay on her marital bed, legs spread as her Black Adonis straddled her chest. She slurped cum and ass juices off his cock while he shoved three thick fingers into her gaping anus. Satisfied he was clean, she suckled his massive balls. He climbed off, kissed her forehead, and scurried out the front door--leaving it unlocked. Paranoid, the 44-year-old wife and mother cupped her cum-filled cunt and butthole, waddling awkwardly to lock it. When she let go to turn the deadbolt, a stream of semen poured from her ruined holes, splattering the hardwood. Once, this would've horrified the Sunday school teacher; now, she giggled, savoring her transformation into a wanton whore.

Cum rolling down her thighs, she grabbed a towel and panties from the laundry room. In the bathroom, sperm dripped from her pussy and ass before she sat. Bearing down, she farted and queefed obscenely, cum pouring out like piss--five loads ensuring she'd leak for days. She stuffed a tampon into her oozing pussy, then another, followed by two up her battered asshole, sealing it with a maxi pad in her panties. The casualness of that routine was as shocking as her own descent into depravity. Fingers lingering on her clit, she felt a twinge--ovulation. A quart of cum in her womb, with her vasectomized husband David long sterile, promised a Black baby. The thought shuddered through her--not fear, but arousal.

Exiting the bathroom, she froze. Emily's backpack sat on the kitchen table, her student ID clipped to it. Panic surged. Covered in cum, wearing only panties, Andrea threw on an inside-out T-shirt and leggings from the laundry room. She checked upstairs--no Emily. Back downstairs in her master bedroom, cum pools stained the sheets, the air thick with sex. Grabbing her phone, she saw security alerts: her lover leaving, Emily entering, then fleeing via the garage. Zooming in, Emily's tearful face confirmed it. The Find Family app placed her near Tyka's. Andrea typed, "Emily came home unexpectedly. I didn't see her, but she saw me--saw a lot more. She knows," and sent it to her lover.

Nine thousand miles away in Bangkok, David Stevens moaned as a slender, pigtailed Thai beauty power-squatted onto his cock. Gripping her smooth hips, he thrust upward, cum boiling out as they climaxed together.

Hot spurts filled her ass chute while her caged penis sprayed his belly. Tossing her onto the bed, he spread her legs, snapping pics of her raw, cum-leaking boypussy. A text from Andrea interrupted: "She knows." it ended, Emily had uncovered a family secret. Unlike Andrea, David smiled. Years of her sanctimonious bullshit had given way to depravity, and he welcomed Emily's liberation from it. "It will be fine, but it will have to be the truth," he replied, then shoved his re-hardened cock back into the ladyboy, twisting her nipple and gripping her caged penis.

Outside Tyka's porch, Emily stammered through tears, recounting catching her mom and it was with "some huge Black dude." Tyka half-listened, the world spinning--lingerie, butt plugs, the church tote bag, odd moments with her dad and Andrea crashing together. Interrupting, she said, "Em, I've gotta tell you something. Sit down." Emily started to protest when a car rolled up. Tyka watched Emily's face drain of color. Marcus, Tyka's hulking Black father, stepped out of the beat-up sedan--the same one from Emily's driveway. Oblivious to their stares, he grinned, missing Andrea's frantic calls. Reaching for his phone, he froze at her latest message: "Don't go home, Markus. Emily knows, and I think she's with Tyka." Swinging around, he met Tyka's anger and Emily's tear-streaked devastation.

To be continued-