New Sisters of San Lorenzo Ch. 05

Faith was surging high on adrenaline and endorphins. Her body glistened from the water cascading down her naked body, and her confidence had never been higher. Faith slowly climbed over the shower tub edge and stood before Myra proudly. She didn't hide of inch of her bare form before her roommate and friend.

Myra for her part stood there stunned by the scene in front of her not knowing what to make of it. "I thought someone was being attacked in here!" she screamed.

Faith replied calmly. "Everything is all right Myra. I'm all right; Jason's all right"

"I don't give a fuck about Jason," Myra used air quotes for his name and quickly shot him a glance, "or his third leg over there!"

Faith smiled. She knew her friend was flustered by her screams, but now it seemed as though she was moreso by Jason and his superior Black cock. Faith made a decision. It was quick and reckless but didn't give it another thought. She reached down between legs, gathered a bit of Jason's leaking seed and her essence from her freshly fucked pussy, and eagerly tongued it from her fingers.

Myra looked on astonished at the lurid sight, her mouth agape in shock, and then stunned as Faith quickly closed the gap between them, grabbed Myra's head by her cheeks, and kissed her on the mouth, using the opportunity to tongue the mixture into her mouth. Her eyes glazed over as her mind was flooded with images of Black men, muscular and hung. She saw the Shaman being pleased and fucked by the wanton Venetian nuns, she saw Faith riding Jack's thick Black cock in the airplane, and then she saw Jason rutting her friend like a bitch in heat in the shower. She felt Faith's need, her hunger, and then her pleasure. Yes the pleasure! It washed over Myra causing her pale skin to become flushed. She began to kiss Faith back, something she never would have considered before but now felt so natural. It was a kiss filled with lust but also gratitude.

Faith slowly broke the kiss feeling the change that taken place in Myra. "Are you still upset?" Faith asked with a wry smile.

"Oh I'm pissed!" replied Myra, and then turning to Jason said, "pissed you didn't let me join you for Round 1."

Hearing those words and as the two white girls turned and began to step towards him, Jason began to grow erect again. He didn't understand what had just happened, but as Myra began to strip the clothes from her small stature, Jason decided it wasn't important. The two girls neared him and reached for his hand each holding one and escorting him out of the bathroom and into the center of the dorm room. They knelt as his feet and began to worship his cock with their mouths; each licking a side of his length until Jason was hard as steel and shiny with spit. While Myra's eyes never left Jason's cock being completely memorized by it, Faith's never left Jason's, watching his eyes beam and his face and shit-eating grin.

Faith turned to Myra, "It's your turn now; Round 2 is all yours."

Myra climbed onto the middle of her bed with her legs splayed wide one foot towards the headboard and the other towards the foot of the bed, her eyes now fixed on Jason. However, Faith jumped down in front of her friend and dove facefirst between Myra's thick thighs. Faith began to lick hungrily, coaxing Myra's pussy and devouring her friend's juices. Myra threw her head back and groaned loudly in pleasure as she came from Faith's manipulations. With her face now glistening, Faith climbed into the bed and again kissed her friend, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths as Jason lined up his thick Black cock to Myra's pussy.

As he pushed in, Myra's eyes shot open. The visions and feelings from the bathroom were striking but to feel and experience this all herself was overwhelming. Her pussy grabbed Jason's cock; her body knew it needed him inside her and didn't want him to ever pull out. As Jason began to pull out though, he would quickly shove it back in, almost obliging Myra's body's need.

"How do you feel, babe?" Faith backed away and asked.

Faith could see Myra trying to answer but it seemed the mere act of putting together enough words to form a sentence was simply too much. Myra grunted and mumbled as Jason's relentless onslaught on her white pussy refocused her on what mattered. Myra grabbed Faith's face and brought it to her left tit. Faith immediately got the message and started sucking and flicking her tongue on Myra's nipple.

A long groan escaped Myra's mouth as she arched her back, her orgasm wracking through her body. Her pussy gripped Jason's cock tight like a vice causing him to groan. "Shit whitegirl!" he screamed. As she unflexed, Jason pulled out and flipped her, moving her to her hands and knees and thrust all the way back in her. Myra met his backshots pound for pound, her tits swaying slightly underneath her.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck" Myra mumbled.

"You love his Black cock, don't you sugar?" asked Faith.

"Yessss" answered Myra as though in a trance.

"Then say it, sugar!" replied Faith.

"I love his Black cock." Myra said aroused.

"Louder!" urged Faith.

"I love his Black cock! I love Black cock!" Myra said loudly.

"Say it like you mean it!" screamed Faith.

"I fucking love Black cock!" screamed Myra. Jason was getting close. He absolutely loved seeing what was going on in front of him and it got him harder and harder, throbbing and aching.

Faith leaned in to Myra's ear and whispered just loud enough to be heard over Jason's grunts, "Swear it. Swear off whiteboys! Promise me, promise yourself that you will only fuck Black men because this is the sex you deserve, and it is our bodies that they deserve."

"Yes! YES! I swear it! Only Black men, only Black cock from now on! My body is theirs! My body is theirs!" Myra pledged.

"Then cum hard for our Daddy," Faith firmly commanded her, and as with instantaneous speed, Myra did. She came. Hard. Her white pussy clamped around Jason's dark cock, which began to spasm and unload rope after rope of cum into Myra's now claimed pussy.

Jason pulled out slowly and sat on Faith's bed a few feet across from Myra's. Myra herself needed to come down herself, as Faith kissed her forehead and brushed her blonde hairs from her face. As for came to, she smiled as Faith and mouthed 'Thank you'. She slowly got up, walked over to Jason with a boldness she had never known nor faked and straddled his lap as he sat there, planting a hard kiss on his stunned mouth. They kissed for a few seconds before Myra broke it to pull away and ask, "Do you want to go out tonight?"

"Are you kicking me out now?" asked Jason with a smile and chuckle.

"No," replied Myra as she smirked and ground her pussy against Jason's lap.

"Good. Because honestly I've seen you around before and thought you were fire, girl. And now that I got you, I'm not looking to go anywhere!" answered Jason. Myra giggled and kissed Jason again hard.

As a clear Round 3 was going to begin, Faith quietly pulled a dark blue tshirt over her head and a pair of daisy dukes to her hips fastening that button as she snuck away into the quad. Faith pulled her phone out to see a missed text message from Jack.

"Hey Babygirl, I've been missing that sweet smile and warm spirit. We've got a charity function at the main hospital here in Charlotte on the 21st; care to join me for a fancy night out?" the text read.

Faith typed back. "I would be delighted! What do you plan to wear? I want to make sure my attire compliments my handsome date." Faith hit send and quickly saw three dots pop up.

"Come a day early, on the 20th; we'll go shopping for something special." Jack's text read.

Faith's pussy got wet again at the thought of being spoiled by such a man; no white boy had ever tried so hard with her. She was going to have to make sure that Jack would have a very good time that night. "I'll be there." She texted back confidently.

Faith began to look through some missed emails when she heard a man shout "What the fuck, dude?!" and looked up. About 20 feet away she was disappointed to see one of the "It" couples on campus, Shane Gilbert and Amy Reynolds. Shane's dad was some big shot corporate real estate attorney in Charlotte who had and was making more and more money as Charlotte seemed to grow and swell with people moving in from the Northeast. Shane himself was tall, even by Faith's standards, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and a chiseled jawline that most found attractive. But you could never miss when he drove around campus in his Ford Shelby Mustang; "pure American muscle" as Shane called it, but the way he drove it, it was just noise.

Amy's family was old money though and looked the part. She was from the Reynolds family in Winston-Salem, a family with ties going back to the founder of the Reynolds tobacco company and Reynolds wrap; as far as North Carolina went, her family was about as "old" as old money could be. Her long blonde locks cascading and framing her torso and ocean blue eyes captured the attention of most men on campus, and it those didn't, her D-cup bust and tight ass would. 'Some people have all the luck' Faith thought to herself as she envied Amy's breasts.

Amy caught Faith staring at the scene, and them; Faith saw this and simply smiled and waved and started walking again to nowhere in particular. Despite their new versus old money backgrounds, Faith thought them both entitled, elitest, and generally not nice people. Faith stayed away from them as often as possible. To a country girl like herself, Faith didn't understand why they were the way they were and didn't want to.

A few days later, Faith showed up to her lecture to notice it more crowded than usual with two Black men unknown to her standing next to her professor. The older of the two was dressed very professionally and carried himself confidently; the younger looked only a few years older than herself, maybe a master's candidate she guessed. Then her professor moved to the front of the class and began to speak.

"Students, this is Dr. Tester and his PhD candidate Stephen Whitlock, and they are from the Biotechnology and Biosciences Laboratory at our neighbors in town, North Carolina A&T. Dr. Tester and I have become good friends over the years and worked together and developing therapeutic treatments, specifically for patients with significant addiction issues. I've asked Dr. Tester here today to give a presentation on some of the success we've had of late. As future nurses, I want you all to see how your role in helping people is more than just keeping them comfortable but can lead to real, true change in people's lives. Doctor?"

"I want to thank you all for having me here today; what we are doing is nothing short of pioneering frontiers, pushing back the boundaries of out understanding of the human body as it relates to addiction. Addiction often forms when the body becomes dependent on a chemical, inward or outward. A cigarette smoker needs the nicotine, an alcoholic their booze, a heroin user needs the dopamine, which to be honest, is the same chemical that marathon runners and people inflicting self-harm seek as well. Most treatments thus far have attempted to deal with addiction through will power or weaning an addict off the drug or perhaps even through replacing the drug with something else that is far less dangerous. These can be effective, but the rate of relapse is still far too high and unacceptable in my opinion.

So through my research, and with Stephen's help, we are looking to change how the brain reacts to substances. When you eat a meal, your stomach sends a signal to your brain when you've had enough, it's time to push away the plate and stop eating. Perhaps, this is an oversimplified analogy, but this is our goal with addiction; to get the brain to say 'you've had enough' and not 'give me more, more, more!'"

Dr. Tester continued on but Faith's attention shifted to Stephen standing off to the side. He look tall and gangly, wearing glasses and a loose fitting polo shirt and khakis. He looked nervous and timid, like he didn't want to be there. Faith had seen people like this before; they were lab people. Persons who enjoyed the quiet and comfort of their secluded lab without the need for much social interaction. In the past, she let people be themselves, but for some reason, now, it seemed all too wrong for Stephen to be this way.

As the lecture ended and the students clapped in appreciation for the presentation, Faith made her way to the front of the room and approached Stephen. "Stephen right?" Faith asked.

"Uhh yes. I am. How can I help you?" he replied.

Faith stuck her thumbs in the waistband of her Daisy Dukes and puffed out her red shirt covered chest trying to look innocent but sexy at the same time. "Well I just found all of this very interesting! It really got me to thinking, could you do this for more than just bad addictions?"

"What do you mean?" asked Stephen.

Faith noticed the room was almost empty now only the professors and one group of students talking to each other lingered. "I mean, like could it help overeating? Or even a sex addiction? Like the brain just saying, 'Yeah, we've had even for today'?"

Stephen thought about it for a second and gave Dr. Tester a look. "He'll be right there," Faith jumped in. "He's just answering some questions I had." Dr. Tester gave a curious look and then accepted it as the two professors left the room.

"Yes, I suppose it's possible. The theory is all the same, just targeting different areas or receptors in the brain," Stephen answered.

"Could you do the reverse?" Faith asked.

"What?" Stephen asked shocked.

Faith grew a wry smile and started dropping to her knees. "Could you..." she said as she started undoing Stephen's belt. "Do the reverse."

"What are you doing? You can't do this!" Stephen protested.

Faith's fingers reached around the waistband and pulled down his khakis and tighty whities in one long slow pull, revealing a dark and soft, but quickly hardening, Black cock. Faith wrapped her white fingers around it and lifted it to her mouth. "All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will," she said before taking him into her mouth and wrapping her red lips tightly around his shaft. Stephen groaned in ecstasy. Faith's tongue swirled on his cock, feeling it grow and surge in her mouth much to her delight. She began to stroke his lengthening cock before pulling her mouth off of him with a audible pop. "You are a Black King, a man with a bloodline of physical and mental strength. You should be proud. You should be confident. And with your intelligence, you should be a leader. Respected. Noted. Prominent." Faith kissed his fully hard 9 inch shaft passionately. "And worshipped by girls like me for the King you are."

Faith assaulted his cock with a lust and passion and hunger that Stephen has never experienced. He groaned again and before not too long, his cock began to throb and unload his seed into Faith's wanting mouth. Faith's lips clamped down on his cock, swallowing quickly do keep up with the ropes of superior cum he was giving her. When he was finished, Faith kissed his cock once more before reaching into his pants and grabbing his phone, tapping her own against his giving him her contact information.

"You are a King; you need to act like one. You're going to be strong, confident, and soon, fucking girls as though they are your birthright because they are," Faith declared with complete confidence and assurance. She stood and kissed Stephen firmly on the mouth before breaking the kiss and patting him on the chest. "For now though, let's get you into the gym. Alternating legs and arms days; we can do cardio together in private from time to time," Faith declared with a smirk as she walked away, swinging her hips as he watched her leave.