My mouth now struggled to contain the monster that was Levar's erection. My blow job had primed Marlow so thoroughly that he pumped sperm up my fuck-hole in just a few minutes, and then he rolled away.
"Damn, Donna, that's some hot tight pussy you got going there. You go third, Levar. See if you can hang on for a while. Ride that pale ass."
Levar settled in for the long haul. His cock was biggest of the three and stretched my asshole so wide that I couldn't really clench and massage his long shaft. Also, like Marlow, his length allowed him to pop through my inner sphincter, too. He passed all the way through my rectum into my bowel, which hurt a lot at first.
Levar reached places with his cock that even Marlow hadn't touched, way up high inside my pussy. Virgin territory. I hadn't thought I had more virginity to lose, but Levar found some and took it from me forever. Only when he drew back most of the way and reentered me did he bang my prostate, which is my favorite part of anal sex.
As Levar's great long organ slowly plundered my hole, he reached around and pumped my cute white dick all over the bed linen. I looked down and couldn't believe how tiny and insufficient it looked, compared to the long snakes the men were using to impale me. Then he, too, exploded inside me.
Two hours later I sat quietly at my family dinner table with the sperm of my three new "brothers" still leaking out of my ass. And although my asshole ached and tingled noticeably, I can't say it hurt. I would need at least a day or two of rest, but I knew I'd want my new brothers to share me again before very long.
Thursday Jake finally spent some time with me during the day and asked me to go cruising with him Friday night. I told him that I'd already made plans to watch a movie at Marlow's house. He got very pissed and asked me a horrible, racist question: "What, you suddenly gone all black cock only wickedsick xxx movies?"
I'd never heard the phrase before and was rocked a bit back on my heels. I liked my new friends, and they were a lot kinder to me than Jake usually was. But neither had I made any decision to turn my back on whatever it is Jake and I shared. Couldn't I be friends with Jake, and also be friends with his three black basketball teammates?
At the end of the school day, Jake intercepted me coming out of Home Room and dragged me to an empty classroom. He insisted he had to show me something, a video he had. When we got there, he pulled his iPad out of his backpack and started a video.