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Cheerleaders Free
(Author Unknown)

Chapter 1

    

    The problem with being a freshman even in a small town college was you didn't know the ropes yet. Here he was, Henry (Hal) Rutledge living in a small town just like he always had. He'd grown up in the tiny town of Carthage, upstate New York. He'd gone to a small town high school, played on the small town high school football and baseball teams and even gotten laid by a few small town high school girls. To be sure he occupied his own dorm room complete with single bed, dresser, books, closet and three-piece bath. 

    The first few days of classes were a blur of registration and orientation. He learned how to find the classrooms in the different buildings on campus. He'd gotten his part time work schedule to help defray expenses. Student loans were fine except they eventually had to be paid back and the less you had to borrow the better. He'd gotten a decent grant for his academic achievements during his last two high school years. Good old Carthage High. 

    He kept his yearbook for sentimental reasons. Even so soon one of his classmates, Felix Turner, had perished in a senseless car crash. The stupid bastard got into a drag race on a fucking two-lane road competing for a ten-dollar bill. The oak tree Felix ran into had other plans. Oak trees and on-coming trucks didn't care about ten dollar bills. Christ what an utter fucking waste. So the last time the class was together was the graduation ceremony. They'd never be whole again. He sighed and put on some soft sentimental rock on his radio. 

    Hal decided to be stoic this first year. Everyone told him the first year was the hardest. His old man had said, "Put your shoulder to the wheel and if you get good grades I'll start chipping in next year."

    That was dad for you. He'd help once you'd proven yourself but that was okay as far as Hal was concerned. John Rutledge the second wasn't a looser and he sure as hell wasn't going to permit his son to be one either. So Hal hadn't brought his television. If there was a really important sports event he could always go to the student lounge.

    Of course Bedford College had a class d, or was it class e, football team? They played other schools like Podunk U and Paluckaville junior and so on. He'd already decided to always call the opposition the other school.

    There wasn't all that much to do by Friday night and as luck would have it that was the night of the first football game for that season. Bedford was regaled in their green and gold uniforms while the cheerleaders jumped and twirled doing their teasing splits and hops and even revealing cartwheels. At first he watched the game with its lackluster, no talent muddle in the middle of the field. It was as if neither team had the ability to get beyond the other team's twenty-five yard line, and the place kicking was downright pathetic. Every time Bedford College would get the ball or make a first down or pee in their collective pants the hot, skimpy clad nymphettes would jump and scream and twirl their batons and themselves as if they were prancing for a super bowl crowd. 

    By the end of the first half Bedford had eked out a seven nothing lead on a fumble recovery at the opponent's fifteen yard line. Two passes later and an extra point kick that just barely got through the uprights and Bedford had the lead. The cheer sluts went wild. He watched as the mini skirted cock teasers leapt and twisted, cart wheeled and back flipped. He saw a myriad of breasts practically bursting out of the Green and gold sweaters. He got hard just looking at those sexy splits. Christ what legs, tits and lovely faces. 

    As the second half dragged on he watched the cheerleaders with more intensity. There was a really well endowed brunette who looked a lot like a porn star he'd seen in a dripping triple x flick. The movie had been presented in the misnamed Fine Arts Theatre. 

    The snazzy brunette's legs were shapely and he liked how she swayed her hips and through her head back with her mouth wide open, as if she was ready to give some large cock serious head.

    Then there was the outstanding blonde with the little girl look. She was wearing ponytails of pigtails or whatever the fuck they called them. She had on light, pink lipstick and she probably was twenty but looked like a well developed 13 year old. Her legs were slender and even from where he was sitting looked smooth as silk. Both the brunette and this tramp looking blonde had hour glass figures. The blonde seemed to be wiggling her ass just for him. Hal ached to ram his dick deep into her two little holes that must be somewhere inside her revealing skirt.

    Then he saw THE BLACK!

    His heart almost stopped as he watched the smooth motions of this Amazonian beauty. Her legs were graceful with powerful thighs. He could only imagine her riding his cock and slamming down with power and animal lust. The black bitch had tits the size of melons. Christ, a guy could get lost in there. She must have had some white overseer blood somewhere in her background because she was a mild chocolate brown and her facial features were not Negroid. Her thick sensuous lips looked like they were heaven made for sucking big dicks. Her rich sable hair was long and lustrous. He watched those three the rest of the game trying to imagine how they would respond and moan and fuck. He had to get their names, find out what classes they took and what rooms they lived in. This wasn't a coed type school at least to the extent of roommates. Boy what he wouldn't give for a large room, a king sized bed and those three witches servicing him day and night. Why couldn't he have been born a millionaire? Then he could have simply purchased access to their carnal delights.

    As luck would have it he ran into the black bombshell in history class the following Monday. God what a fox! He waited for the right moment and sat close to her to enjoy the view. She had on high heels and her slender legs were nyloned in some dark pattern that should have been outlawed. Her skirt barely came to her knees and she was wearing a sleeveless blouse, as it was still warm in early September. He couldn't get his eyes off those legs and those big boobs that threatened to burst through the blouse and give everyone a great show. As the professor droned on about the fucking Pilgrims and the Mayflower and all the rest he gazed in wonder at the beautiful tar baby sitting literally inches away from him. 

    For minutes he watched as she shifted her legs, crossing them one way and then the other. Each time she did that her skirt moved up a little more revealing more and more of that tantalizing dark skin. Then she slipped off her right shoe and she wiggled her toes and arched her instep very suggestively.

    Soon he noticed she was eyeing him as well and their eyes locked for several intense moments. 

    Vanessa Carter was used to the hungering stares from boys ever since she'd been an over developed twelve. In high school she'd banged around quite a bit. She had no inhibitions as far as she knew but she'd come from the Deep South and down there white boys weren't generally allowed or interested. Sure, segregation had been supposedly done away with but you couldn't legislate for morality. There was something different in this white boy's eyes. She could see a consuming hunger in them along with kindness and perhaps a smidgen of respect. He looked sixteen or seventeen to her although she knew he had to be eighteen at least. The interested white boy had very attractive and deep gray eyes, a ready smile accented by an adorable dimple, light brown hair and a slim yet solid build. She was thinking to herself how big his dick was and if he knew how to use it. Well maybe she'd give the white boy a chance to find out. She'd never had a white boy before and it might be a lot of fucking fun. She gave him her most sexy, heart-rending smile.

    She almost laughed as his mouth opened in awe. Her white teeth dazzled and her eyes shone, those dark brown eyes that promised him everything, maybe.

    When the class finally ended he broke the ice. His hands were sweaty and his throat dry. Christ the black lynx was a walking wet fucking dream. He didn't dare get up because he was harder than granite. "Good afternoon miss. My name is Hal Rutledge what's yours?"

    She leaned towards him and gave him her sexiest low voice, "Hi guy. I'm Vanessa Carter. I camp out over the Addison dorm. I couldn't help noticin' you noticin' me." She waited for him to reply. She could see he was nervous and she found that sweet. At least he had manners and that was a refreshing change.

    He looked at her and croaked, "I'd like to get to know you better Vanessa. You've hit me like a ton of bricks."

    She liked that. It was a new line at least for her. It was quite a bit more subtle than "Do ya wanna get laid babe?"

    She asked, "Does my color make ya nervous?"

    Hal for just a moment seemed to get a lot older. His reply made her feel much more comfortable. "Vanessa I'm hoping it won't make any difference to you. I think our country has had too much racism and it's time it came to an end."

    They walked out of the classroom hand in hand and she whispered in his ear, "I'm not blind Hal. Ya look at me like ya wanna really do me but I think we should know more 'bout each other dontcha think?"

    Her arm felt so warm against his and her perfume was driving him wild. He was walking with one of the dream cheerleaders and she was at least somewhat interested. He met her glance and almost walked into a cooler. She laughed, "Cat got you by dee tongue Hal?"

    He tried levity, "I've got to word this right or else you'll just think I want to jump on your bones."

    She laughed again. It was a warm responsive laugh showing acceptance of his thought. He went on, "I don't know what happened Vanessa. I see you sitting near me and I can't get my eyes off you. It's like I've just gotten out of jail and met mega woman."

    She smirked, "tsk, tsk, tsk. Mega woman! I've never been called mega woman befo. I kinda like that bro. How 'bout I call you white trash?"

    He snickered and then laughed, "Why not eh? White trash and mega woman, what a combo."

    He was five foot eleven and boy was this lush piece long, lean and leggy. She was almost as tall as he was, perhaps two inches shorter, but her hair and those fucking sleazy heels made her look taller. He could feel her hip sway against him as they walked. He didn't care where they were going so he let her lead.

    He asked, "So where are you from Mega woman? Where have you been all my life?"

    She looked into his eyes again with a mischievous grin, "I saw ya at dee game Friday night. I seen you gawkin' at us at half time. I'm from Lexington Kin tuck."

    He felt her simmering body heat and his arm went around her waist without any possibility of being held back. She didn't shy away, in fact she put her arm around his waist in like manner. He said was honest feeling, "It must be difficult for you to be so far from your home and folks. I'm from upstate New York myself. I'm from a hole in the wall known as Carthage. It's about fifteen miles outside of Watertown."

    She leaned into him as they trudged oblivious of everyone and everything else. She giggled, "I heard of Watertown. We call it H2O town."

    They laughed and he replied, "Sounds like a chemistry joke. You take that in High?"

    She definitely was getting to him. He could feel part of her left tit rubbing so slightly against his side. Christ she was such a mouth watering looking minx. He wanted to nail her on the spot but he listened to her answer. "Well white trash I sho did. I done took college prep so I could come here just to meet you?"

    He hugged her closer, "Well mega lady I'm glad you did. It's so hard today to meet a friendly person." Then he stopped for a long moment and looked right into her deep dark brown eyes, "Are you as lonely as I am?"

    "You better believe it honey. I don't know what's happenin' to us but it's sho powerful."

    They started walking on again. Her hand was moving around now. She was feeling his hip and wandering around his flank and even his belly a little. He was sure there was a signal there somewhere. His cock was so hard he was having trouble walking normally. 

    Vanessa could feel her cunt practically boiling. It was definitely dripping and she knew her panties were sopping wet. She was wondering when he was going to say the magic words, pop the big question, go for the home run ball and God did she want to ball him. She liked his light brown hair and his clean-cut look. Those soft gray eyes sent shocks right through her if he looked the right way.

    They were leaving the area of the classroom buildings and finally he whispered in her ear that sported an outrageously long thin earring. "Vanessa, how would you like to get much better acquainted before we get better acquainted?"

    She looked into those searching, hungry eyes and answered, "Are you suggesting what I think ya are?" 

    He nodded while smiling at her with a nervous upward twitch of the lips.

    Then she whispered into his eager ear, "Why don't we sneak up to your room and we can talk for awhile, hmmmm?"

    She liked the way he'd asked and the fact that he'd asked. Her pussy was aching now and her own hands were getting sweaty as they approached his dorm. She hadn't felt quite this way before. It felt like her pussy was burning inside. She knew there was only one way to alleviate this need and the quicker the better. 



Chapter 2

    

    Although the men and women had different dorms the school wasn't too strict about those who wished to visit. Bedford College was in a small town of Coraopolis Pennsylvania and as long as the students kept things quiet and unobtrusive ripping of a piece or pieces on the side were not a big deal. Hal shut the door behind the black temptress and she turned to meet the kiss she knew and wanted to come. He lifted her chin slightly with his finger and their lips met. It was like a jolt of mega wattage. She hummed a little as their tongues intertwined and darted in and out. She held him close and he could feel her huge tits while she could feel his hardness on her left hip and thigh. His hands hand little minds of their own as they began to roam over her back, her flanks and her soft fleshy breasts. She let him sneak under her blouse and her skin was fire on his exploring hands. Their kiss was open mouthed and becoming obscene as they frenched each other. She finally broke a kiss and her accent was thicker and her voice very low and husky. "I done know'd it. "

    Her hand found his crotch and she rubbed him. He gasped as he found her mouth again. She was unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his shirt. Hal moved his hand behind her and unclasped her bra. In a rapid movement he'd pushed up her blouse further and was hungrily sucking her immense tits. The nipples were large and stiff as his hands and mouth explored her superb mounds of eroticism. She moaned, as her arousal became a blazing torch inside her flowing cunt. She whispered in his ear, "Fuck me now!"

    He was panting and his heart was racing as he took in the startling beauty of her nearly naked form. He stripped off her dress with anxious hands. Moments later Vanessa's panties were lying on the floor along with her crumpled skirt and he was gently exploring her wet cunt with his finger. He could smell her lust as he knelt down to lick her inviting pussy.

    She purred, "That nice honey. That feel real good! Oooh yeah, just like that! Get your clothes off Hal."

    He slid off his pants and shirt and he guided her to the bed. His voice quivered, "Leave your stocking and heels on. They really turn me on."

    She gave him a naughty grin, as she lay back on the bed and spread herself wide open for him. He kissed and mouthed her lovely inner thighs and moved his flicking tongue to her exposed clit and cunt. She cried out in obvious delight as he ate her. Her hands grabbed his head and forced him to stick his tongue as deep as he could into her juicy hole. She tasted of musk, salt and urine. She was in extreme heat for him. The sexy black couldn't believe how fast it had happened but there was no doubt that her cunt wanted to get royally fucked by this nice white boy.

    She cried out once again. "Ooooo you so bad! Eat that hole baby! You one bad mofo! Yeah right there!"

    His hands eagerly grasped both her tits while he ate out at the y. Her legs enfolded him preventing him from escaping. Her sex pain became unendurable. She was white hot. She hadn't been really fucked for over two months and she wanted, craved penetrating cock. "Oh Hal fuck me! Do me now!"

    He mounted her slowly as she frantically pulled him towards her. Then he slammed in and she saw stars. Fireworks went off inside her as he started slow and quickly picked up speed. He was feeling her up, sucking on her tits while his ramrod was delivering jolts of fierce flame into her clutching, squeezing, oozing pussy. Her legs wrapped around his back while she kicked off her high heels. 

    She cried out, "Fuck me Hal! Fuck my horny pussy! Harder! Harder! Ram that big dick right through me!"

    The black beauty lost total control of her passions. She forced him down to kiss her and her mouth was sucking his mouth as if she were sucking a cock. Her tongue wriggled in and out and coaxed his tongue to follow. He jammed his tongue into her with the same rhythm as his vicious thrusts. Her body demanded his glorious, nasty, dirty fucking. She exploded in climax and she hadn't even broken a sweat yet. All she gasped was "Again! Keep fucking!"

    Hal's dick was pure fire. It burned, it itched it begged him to keep ramming it hard and super fast. He'd entered the irresistible gravity of a black hole all right. Her hands were firmly clasped on his ass and she was forcing him in deeper and harder. He couldn't speak as the salivating kiss went on and on and on. She was a pig in heat. She was a mega slut, a sleazy wild fox. Her tits were so large he had no trouble cupping his hands on them. He squeezed them very hard and she only moaned with renewed joy. When she finally came up for air all she could say was, "Fuck me! Bang my brains out White trash! I gotta fuck cock!"

    He tore way into her broiling depths. Hal's strokes became quicker, sharper and deeper. The dark skinned lovely screamed again and again as her lust exploded in rapid bursts. He felt her body shudder and convulse as her carnal parts were consumed with ecstasy. She was insatiable. She wouldn't or couldn't slow down. She egged him on, "Come on white trash! Dick your big black mama! Oooooo fuck yeah! Slam that cunt! Harder! Harder!"

    She was in the twilight zone of multi orgasm. Again and again he felt her ripple and shiver. Her flesh quivered with almost every stroke or series of thrusts. His cock felt slick with the wetness of her passion and still it went on. She hissed, "When you come don't you dare stop. I'll suck you hard again but you just keep fucking me! I can't believe this! It feel so fuckin' good!"

    His cock felt like a blazing candle as he reached his moment. Now it was his turn to scream. "Oh you nasty fuck bitch! Take it! Take it all! Yes!"

    He rejected a waterfall of cream off into her flowing pussy. He spurted and he couldn't seem to stop as she kept bucking and jerking on him. She cried out, "Squirt me baby! Gimme all that juice! Yeah baby cream me!"

    In moments she got him on the bottom and she practically dove into the sixty-nine position. She went down on him as if his dick was the last in the entire world. His own mouth was re-exploring her split open drenched cunt. He could taste himself mixed with Vanessa's essence and it was intoxicating. All that could be heard was sucking and swishing of saliva and constant moaning from both of them. When he was sufficiently perked up she moved to straddle him and she rammed herself down with those powerful thighs he'd noticed at the game. His hands couldn't get enough of feeling her tits as she rode him like a wild cowgirl. Her head was thrown back up towards the ceiling as she gasped and groaned with each powerful lunge. 

    She yelled, "Oh baby I ain't had it this good befo! Do me baby! All the fuckin' way!"

    He couldn't say anything. It was beyond him as his cock was driven to new heights. He tried to meet her plunges. He kept handling or sucking her breasts and occasionally rubbed her swollen clit. She spread her legs even wider apart while she made the beast. She crooned, "ima gonna fuck you brains right outa you head white trash! You ain't never had it this good! You like the way big mama fuck your cock?!"

    He sighed, "Yes Vanessa! You one bad fucking ho!"

    She twisted and turned back and forth while her rhythm didn't change and then she blasted off yet again. She turned with her back to him and leaned back and put all the pressure on her g spot. She screamed, "Come on baby! Fuck that nasty hole! Fuck it! Oh my sweet Jesus do me! Deeper! Fuck yeah!"

    Suddenly he felt her shudder as if her body had been torn asunder by a giant earthquake. His cock was drenched in some sticky liquid and she soon visibly relaxed. She turned again and did something totally unexpected for Hal. When she turned to face him she lined up her bum hole and impaled it on his still hungry cock. Now it was his turn to see stars and hear the fireworks explode in his head. His ears were ringing and lost it. "Oh you sleazy fucking fox! Do my cock! Just do me you fancy nigger bitch! Oh God what a fucking hole!"

    His orgasm was ripped out of him like when a hammer tears out a nail. She collapsed on him and let him come back to earth with long French kisses and ample mouthfuls of big hot tit. When he finally could breath with Vanessa draped over him he shyly said, "Forgive me Vanessa. I didn't know what I was saying. You're not a nigger. You're a hot mega lady and I've never been laid like this."

    She beamed down on him, "I know my bad, bad piece of white trash. You one horny bastard and I love it. I want every inch of your big, bad dick. When I'm getting porked I'm one bad fuckin nigga bitch and I love bein' called one hot nigga bitch when it's the right guy and baby, you is the right guy."

    He continued to wonder as he let his hands move on her lovely curves. He still couldn't believe what she'd done with her bum hole. He gently fingered it and she asked, "You like my lill' ass hole white trash? You can have it any time you want it."

    He rubbed his limp cock on her sex hoping to revive it.

    She whispered in his ear, "I think you gotta rest awhile befo your naughty cock gets my sleazy snatch again. I bet you wanna fuck me again. I sho know I want you some mo."

    He sighed again, "Maybe now we can actually get better acquainted but I want you to stay lying on me just like this so we can do some more heavy duty fucking later on."

    She nibbled his ear, sounds like a plan you honky slut."

    He asked, "So what is a nice girl like you doing in a pervert's room in a third rate college in Po dunk ville P.A.?"

    "Apart from dee fact dat you took advantage of my generous nature, I come here because my daddy told me to. My uncle matriculated here some years ago."

    Hal whistled, "My goodness! Matriculated! Sounds like a dirty word but it means enrolled in school."

    She smirked, "You see love, I'm not as stupid as I look."

    His hand was moving in lazy circles over curves and hollows as he continued; "You're a psych major so I know damned well there's a sharp mind underneath that long, lovely hair and the million dollar twat. Who knows maybe you'll be come a shrink and figure out why men are such dogs when it comes to doing women. When I listen to the news I sometimes think the whole world is totally fucked up."

    She lay her head on his shoulder, "That's because there's a lotta anger out there honey. I wanna help people but there's only so much I can do. What about you? What are you gonna be when you grow up?"

    A brief look of sadness flickered over his face, "Actually Vanessa I regret having to grow up. I used to play with wooden blocks and toy soldiers. Then I got into comic books and watched Superman and all the rest. Now I'm playing with hot, horny bitches to relieve their sex stress not to mention my own. What will I do when I grow up? Good question you sneaky smart slut. I'll probably become a stuffed shirt corporation lawyer for some stuffed shirt firm in New York or Atlanta or Chicago. If I can't make the grade I can always punt and get an MBA and work in some hard ass bank in New York or Atlanta or Chicago."

    She traced her finger around his mouth while his hands began to re-explore her two-holed crevice. "BUT Hal dear, what would you LIKE to do?"

    He looked into her mischievous eyes, "You mean if I had my three wishes?"

    She snickered, "Yeah, lets say the big black genie comes along and says Hal you got three wishes and you can have anything you want."

    His eyes became dreamy, "I'd want fifty million dollars tax free, complete ownership of a South Sea Island and a harem of ten lust crazed girls to eat and fuck with. Of course every few years there would have to be some replacement privileges. Sooner or later I'm going to get tired of the current stock or they'd get tired of me."

    She took his head in her hands and looked him in the eye once again. "And what 'bout me? Hmmmmmm? Am I gonna be part of this harem or do I just procure your bevy of sluts for ya?"

    He laughed, "Oh no you sly demoness. By then you'll have outgrown me. You'll think back and ask yourself, why did I ever have anything to do with that adolescent white fool? If you are around it will be as my shrink. You can use me as a lab case to see how much sex a normal man can perform each day for twenty years. You'll get a Nobel peace prize for the piece project. Yeah that's what you can call it, the Piece Project."

    He was hard again and she knew it. "Well Hal that's a long way down the road and right now I be needing some T.L.C. "

    He started sucking her huge left tit and he held it in both of his hands to show the black slut how much he loved it. She continued, "That stands for Thrust Lush Cunt."

    In moments he was on top of her drilling into her raunchy, squishing hole. She moved her hips and contracted her pussy walls in spasmodic jerks and passion revisited her groin and belly.

    Her voice was low again and she thrilled him with florid words. "That's it baby, give me that meat! Fuck that pussy hole! Oh God, Hal fuck it hard! Harder! Bang me!"

    She raised her legs and he pulled off her nylons. He loved the feel of her smooth slender calf against his searching, kissing mouth. His cock was a pile driver as Vanessa grunted and groaned. She gasped, "You one bad mama fucka! Give me that meat! Oh baby dick me deeper! Harder! Harder!!"

    Her eyes were glazed and she squealed with ecstasy as he sucked her toes while screwing her aching, itching cunt hole. She burst inside like blasting dynamite. She trembled and writhed as her cunt contracted and squirmed from the first jolt of joy to the next and the next. He was still sucking her toes while he fucked and it was driving her insane. She was screaming with yet another powerful orgasm when he finally released her legs and attacked her open mouth with the hungriest kiss she'd ever known. Her legs went around his back as she tried to pull him into her visceral vortex. She wanted to devour him, engulf him in utter bestial lust. She was no longer a woman but a she animal whose very existence depended on that one fiery word, FUCK!

    He was in control. He'd already come a few times and he wasn't as itchy as before. He wanted to rip into her cunt and make it sore. He wanted to bang the very back wall of her pussy and make her g spot sing and quiver and gush. He spat into her mouth and serpentine tongue. He fucked her mouth and their tongues inter mingled with muffled moans and cries. She wouldn't let him go or let up her pussy plunges. She had to have his cock, every nasty inch of it. Her hands reached down and tickled his balls or grabbed his ass and forced him in even deeper if that was possible. 

    Hal finally came up for air, "Fuck bitch! Show me how much you love it! Come on slut work it! Ooooo Vanessa you're such a sleazy fox! Fuckin' A!"

    His hands were squeezing tit and his dick kept driving deep keeping her wet and wild. Then her g spot erupted and her scream was primal and pure animal. He thought her body had been ripped apart by some internal cataclysm. Hal felt her inner juice squirt out of that cock stuffed hole. He could feel her body tremble and shake and shiver. She cried, "Oh you nasty fuck boy! Fuck my ass, quick!"

    She moved it for him and he launched a wicked series of twisting thrusts into her shit hole. God it felt good. She was so tight, so craving so utterly without inhibition. He couldn't believe he could do it this way from the missionary position but her legs were back to her shoulders now and the pleasure agony combination was driving her three steps beyond. Her powerful legs supported him as he leaned against them and laid her ass with vicious strokes. She came again and this time she took him with her as he jetted a load of his creamy lust way down her aching rectum. 

    It was over at least for that day. They'd started at three and now it was six thirty in the evening. She crawled from under him and lay beside him for a while attempting to get her heartbeat and breathing back to normal. She gently fingered his limp, lifeless member and sighed, "I better go now. We don't wanna be too obvious and we both got studying' to do."

    He turned further to take her mouth again and then he said, "So Vanessa you mega ho did you like the way I matriculated your naughty cunt?"

    She giggled, "You the best bro. You the fuckin' best."

    He held her close, "Can we get together tomorrow?"

    She gave him a wicked grin, "Yeah Honky, we got a lot mo talking' to do among other excitin' things."