It took over an hour from the bucolic grounds of the Sutton Girls School for Erika to drive them onto the highway and then finally to the outskirts of the city, and Kaylee talked pretty much non-stop about herself the whole time: about her strict southern upbringing, about being Miss Teen South Carolina is a alot of fun but also a huge responsibility, even about her older sister Shannon, who had just married her high-school sweetheart and moved to the suburb they were now passing through. "They are going to have the most adorable little blond babies!" Kaylee predicted enthusiastically. Kaylee also explained that it was Shannon who had given her the revealing little neon tops they were now wearing to the concert-a halter top for slim Erika, and a tube top for the bustier Kaylee-along with high heels, their plaid school skirts and thong underwear (no bras, of course).
Kaylee explained that it was all part of her plan to charm her way backstage, meet Jason Barker and become his girlfriend so she could become famous. "First we'll kiss, and only once he tells me he loves me I'll pull down my top and let him see my boobs," the beauty queen predicted confidently, gesturing at her rack. "He can touch them, maybe with his penis if he's lucky."
"Are you going to kiss his cock?" Erika asked, licking her lips and hands clenched on the steering wheel as she recalled the word used by the mean old janitor. "Boys like that."
"Right, it's called a blowjob!" Kaylee remarked. "Shannon told me about that, sounds pretty easy. I guess I could put it in my mouth and remain a virgin, right?"
"Easy?" Erika scoffed, recalling the oral violation she suffered that morning. "What if it's as big as your forearm, and he crams your mouth so full you can feel it in your throat? And then he cums, and it feels like you'll drown in a gallon of sticky baby batter if you don't swallow it all?"
Kaylee looks horrified at first, but then laughs it off. "Shannon says the average dick is three inches long, maybe four inches at most, and when the boy gets really excited a little dribble comes out that couldn't fill a bottlecap that you can just leave to run down your chin." She shakes her head. "That's impossible, Erika!"
But Erika knows better, at least when it comes to the ebony monster cock old Wally has waiting for oblivious little Kaylee once they return. "I guess Shannon's experience is with white boys then, huh?" Erika suggests, forcing a casually-looking smirk.
"Uh, obviously," Kaylee replies with an expression that suggests the answer is self-evident, glancing over at a big SUV rumbling past on the passenger side driven by a black man, and wrinkling her nose as he matched their speed to better leer over at the pretty white girls in the low-cut tops. "Our family are old Dixie, and probably owned some of the ancestors of these thugs, so you're right, no blacks allowed on Wilcox girls." Despite that rule, Kaylee allowed herself to return a shy smile at the dark-skinned men in the SUV (driver and passenger, as the rear windows were tinted) as they approached the downtown area and traffic started to slow. "I don't know what kind of equipment you'd see on those animals over in Africa, and maybe it's just a southern thing over here, but I reckon I better not find out," the American girl continued, her attention focused out the window as she returned a finger-waggling wave with the driver. "Wasn't that the reason why our daddies sent us off the girl's school but to protect us from guys like these?"
Erika nodded in agreement as she watched with some surprise as Kaylee then rolled down the passenger side window in response to the SUV doing the same, the vehicles now crawling ahead in heavy traffic. "For now, let's find out what they have to fear," Kaylee proposed before turning her thousand-watt smile on the admiring negroes. "Hey, how big is y'all nigga dicks anyway?"
"Don'tchu worry bitch, I make it fit in ya," came the reply, which shocked Erika and offended Kaylee.
"Hey, show some respect," Kaylee snapped, gesturing. "I'm Miss Teen South Carolina!" Far from intimidating him, he just laughed. As for Erika, she wished they could escape from this uncomfortable situation, and looking up at the signs, realized that they had already reached the best exit to reach the stadium, and that it was across the lanes of traffic.
"How about you show us them famous titties then, Miss Teen?" one of the men in the SUV suggested, which only enraged Kaylee further.
"How dare you...?" Kaylee started to fume, but Erika cut her off, pointing out that they need to cut across to the exit. "If ah do, can we get in front of you?" she called over. She saw them nod, and so with a big breath Kaylee grabbed ahold of the top of her tube top and peeled it down to expose her gloriously firm all-natural D-cup breasts to view.
"Ah yeah, you gettin' this?" the driver exclaimed, quickly turning to his passenger while a proud Kaylee couldn't help giving her big boobs an appreciative jiggle for him. "What's your name, little girl?" he asked when he turned back.
"Kaylee Wilcox," she replied carefully, as though announcing herself on stage as she leaned forward to dangle the titties from her petite frame to tease him further. "You like all white girls or just ones who look as good as me?"
"You're gonna look even better stuck on the end of my big black dick," he replied. Just then the car in front of the SUV moved forward, but when Erika went to merge they lurched forward to stay beside the girls. Kaylee began to protest but the black man had another stipulation for her. "Tell me you want a big nigga cock crammed inside you."
Miss Teen South Carolina, her top still well below her fully naked breasts, visibly recoiled at the suggestion and wrinkled her nose. But she knew they were running out of road, as she could see the traffic beginning to move in their own lane, which would carry them forward past their exit. So, having no choice, she obeyed. "Cram a big nigger cock in my tight pink pussy and ruin me for white boys," she improvised, managing to even stick a convincing smile on the end... until her blue eyes suddenly widened, the smile disappeared and she started cursing them, leaning forward and resting her big breasts against the car window ledge so she could point an accusatory finger. "Y'all'd be mah slaves if we hadn't lost that damn war against Lincoln, and be hanging by yo necks from a tree for foolin' me like that!"
"What the...?" Erika said in surprise, and the car behind them honked as the way forward opened up in their lane. "What happened, Kaylee?"
"Drive, drive forward," Kaylee commanded as she flipped the SUV a middle finger and also dropped an n-word or two for good measure, and Erika obligingly moved forward several car-lengths. "Them no-good negroes got me topless and sayin' naughty things , then filmed me with a cellphone!" This got the South African girl thinking about the phone old Wally was holding that morning while he had his monster cock tonsil-deep in her mouth, and wondering what incriminating footage he produced of her interracial introduction to face-fucking, and more importantly what kind of damage awaited their little holes when she and Kaylee returned to school.
Unfortunately these distractions put the stadium exit several car-lengths behind them by the time they noticed they were still in the wrong lane. Kaylee had tucked her big creamy breasts back into the confines of the tube top by the time Erika managed to move across the lanes of traffic and travel down the MLK off-ramp where the private school girls found a grim ghetto populated by blacks, seemingly another world than the pop concert they sought only a mile or so away. Eyes wide and mouths shut, the girls tried to navigate toward where they expected the venue would be, but were thwarted by one-way streets and the overpass highway itself until they felt completely turned around. As they drove past a seedy strip club toward what looked like an arterial road, Kaylee commanded they turn into an alley. Startled, Erika complied before asking why.
"I saw a police car," Kaylee explained, and Erika brought them to a stop at once in the dark alley, peering in the rear-view mirror hoping for rescue. "Because I thought you stole the ride from the janitor," Kaylee continued, confused by the South African's expression. "Right?"
"Uh, he gave it to us," Erika corrected her. "In exchange for some time with him and his brother."
"Like, you and me, dating black men?" Kaylee wrinkled her nose at the very notion.
"Well, I don't think it's a dating they have in mind," Erika admitted before challenging her. "Besides, you were saying something about having your pussy ruined by big n-n-..." But the polite Afrikaaner girl couldn't bring herself to say the awful word.
"I'm Miss Teen South Carolina!" Kaylee interrupted. "And I should be dating Jason Barker now, not niggers!"
Erika pointed a finger at the beauty queen. "Exactly, but that's what you told those boys you wanted, and now it's on tape and everything!" The girls paused in their argument to look nervously at the lengthening shadows in a forbidding neighborhood. "Let's find that policeman to help us," Erika suggested, opening the driver's door and stepping onto the pavement as she looked behind them.
Kaylee glanced down at her nails nervously when she heard a yelp, and looked across the driver's wheel at her friend just as Erika suddenly disappeared from view. "Erika?" she asked, when suddenly she saw white eyes and teeth and realized she was looking at a black men peering into the car. Kaylee cried out in horror, opened the passenger side and slid herself out and away from the car as quickly as she could. Without pausing to look around, Kaylee's high heeled shoes carried her around the rear of the vehicle ...
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