“Fuck me hard, you beautiful black man!” I screamed. Tyrell cut loose, and pounded away at my cunt. My hips resounded with his barrage.
Darius pulled my head onto his cock. I was wrong. I thought I couldn’t fit him in my mouth, but like I’d said before, never underestimate the elasticity of the human body. Darius forced himself deep down my throat, and I struggled to breathe through my nose as Tyrell’s assault on my cunt made me hyperventilate.
Tyrell had a firm grip on my hips now, and he was ravaging me. Darius’s cock spread my throat wide, and his hand pawed roughly at my breast. Our sexcapade was primal and raw, and I loved it. These two majestic black beasts were ripping open my holes, and I knew I’d never be satisfied by a white man in the future unless he were a freakish giant.
I pulled Darius’s cock out of my mouth and screamed, “I fucking love this!” Tyrell was bottoming out in me. My cunt fluttered, and I locked my ankles behind Tyrell’s back. “Shoot your load inside me, Tyrell. Coat me with your heavy cum!” My fluttering cunt wrung the ejaculation out of Tyrell, and as I came I felt his cum roaring inside me. Darius pressed his cock to my mouth again, but I said, “No. Don’t come in my mouth.”
“Too precious to have me come in your mouth, little girl?” Darius growled.
“No, Lover,” I said. “I want you to come in my cunt.”
“You’re one randy little priss,” Darius said with a smile. He snatched my knee from Tyrell’s grip, and Darius spun me around. I flipped over, so Darius could take me from behind. He thrust his saliva-coated cock deep inside me. Darius reached around and grabbed my breasts. I had nowhere to go. I had to sink onto his cock. I pressed my hips back. My cunt opened up for him, and I breathed an elated sigh.
Reaching out for Tyrell, I said, “Let me clean your cock.”
Tyrell must have been the better dancer than Darius. Tyrell’s strokes had been smooth and rhythmic. Darius jerked into me with violent spasms. I was hard-pressed to decide which I liked better. I liked them both.
My tongue cleaned Tyrell’s cock as best it could. He tasted of thick sperm and me. I loved it, and my tongue lapped away while Darius’s cock rampaged into my cunt like a demented rhino, over and over again.
I wished it wasn’t spring break, and that all the Phi Delta Mu’s were in the house. I’d take all those black studs in turn, if they’d have me.
Darius’s thick thumb pressed into my asshole, and my second orgasm came crashing down on me. I tried to keep cleaning Tyrell, but my moans took over my mouth. My cunt clamped down on Darius’s cock.
My thighs quaked when Darius came inside me. When he pulled out, spent, I curled into the fetal position, on my side, on top of the dining room table. Oh, God, that was amazing.
“Had enough shortie?” Tyrell said, slumping down into a chair.
“No, but I need a breather.” Darius also sat down, and his hand stroked my knee sock. “Do you guys object to anal?” I asked.
“Hell no!”
“Well, I promise to let you fuck my ass, if you promise only to come in my cunt.”
“No problem, you freak!”
I smiled and laughed, never having been so satisfied. Two orgasms in rapid succession, brought on by two different black studs. Thank God my father’s Buick broke down. I squeezed my cunt tight, trying not to lose any of their sperm.
Another, bigger smile broke out across my face when I thought of how my father would react when I gave birth to a black baby.
--THE END--
Fires Down Below
Dr. Valerie McNichol, a leading volcanologist, has been summoned by world security organization G.A.I.A. – the Guard of All International Assembly -- to a small island off the coast of Africa to investigate a volcano on the verge of an eruption which threatens the lives of thousands. In her attempt to find a way to stop imminent disaster, Valerie discovers that this is no natural geological event but instead a top secret plan to wipe out an entire civilization. Before she can alert anyone, she is trapped in a cave where she is overcome by strange radioactive vapors. When she emerges, she is Vulcana, a superhuman entity possessing incredible powers...and she’s out of control.
G.A.I.A. calls on the only two people who can stop Vulcana: twin brothers Obsidian and Onyx, genetically enhanced humans created by science to aid in the fight against tyranny beyond normal strategic response. The brothers can withstand Vulcana’s heat, and it is up to them to cool her down – but they must use more than just their unique abilities to tame this fiery beauty before she sets the whole world aflame.
****
When you spend most of your life crawling along the edges of active volcanoes, there is little that should make you nervous. Dr. Valerie McNichol had a better understanding of molten rock than she did of war, politics, and global security. Which is why she now fidgeted in her chair, casting anxious glances at the two uniformed men standing outside the closed door of the council chambers of the Guard of All International Assembly. She knew enough about G.A.I.A. to understand whenever the world’s first global peace-keeping organization got involved, it meant there was some kind of threat to the whole human race. So why would they call on her?
She was about to get her answer. The door opened and a man emerged wearing the uniform of a United States Army officer. “Dr. McNichol, I’m Colonel Walker. We’re ready for you.”
Valerie got to her feet. Flashing a smile, she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “Thank you.” She wobbled a bit in the high heels. She was used to wearing hiking boots, not pumps, and jeans instead of pencil skirts. But dressing up in formal business attire was something she learned to tolerate whenever meeting with heads of universities and corporate leaders who controlled large sums of much-needed grant funding.
She was shown to a vacant chair at a large round table, the center of which was a computer-generated map of the planet. All around the table sat the representatives of various world powers, men and women of all nations, all cultures.
“Dr. McNichol,” a woman in a blue sari addressed her. “We know you are wondering why you have been summoned to G.A.I.A. headquarters.”
“It’s crossed my mind, yes,” Valerie said with a nervous chuckle.
“You are one of the leading authorities in volcanology. It is because of your work and knowledge that we have called upon you for assistance in a very grave matter.” The Indian woman touched a panel on the table and the map in the center changed. The image came to a stop at a small island off what she recognized as the east coast of Africa, near Somalia, where the Indian Ocean met the Arabian Sea. “This is the archipelago known as the Seychelles. Very recently, we received reports of unusual seismic activity in the region. Last week, a large fissure opened on one of the islands. Geologists have been unable to determine the cause. We require an expert in your field of study to investigate and determine if this is indeed a threat to the population. Currently, there are over one hundred thousand people residing in the area. If you say to us that it is not safe, we will begin the process of evacuation.”
The whole time she spoke in her lyrical manner, the woman smiled, like an airline hostess going through the standard pre-flight drill about how to fasten your seat belt. Valerie stared at her for a moment. “I’m sorry,” she said at last, and looked around at the other dignitaries and brass ringing the table. “I thought G.A.I.A. was more about world security, like from terrorist threats. This sounds like it’s just a geo-thermal event.” She rolled her shoulders. “There are so many others in my field who could do this, some better than me…”
“Your word is respected, Doctor,” one of the British generals said, cutting in. “It comes down to a matter of bureaucracy, I’m afraid. As you know, there has always been some difficulty with the neighboring nation of Somalia. Should the need to evacuate the entire population of the Seychelles actually arise, it would have to be by sea. An official determination of a potential threat from a renowned volcanologist will buy us safe passage through those waters.”
“So, you just want me to go in, have a look, and tell you if there’s a volcano building under the islands,” Valerie said. Several people nodded. Something still seemed off-kilter about all of this, but Valerie was not really in any position to question. With G.A.I.A., she had heard they liked to do things fast, efficiently, and as quietly as possible. It was one of the reasons why there wasn’t always a ton of media coverage whenever they conducted their operations, as they learned from past experience that letting everyone see how you do business makes you an easy target to the wrong people. They had ways of getting jobs done that no previous country’s military forces could achieve, with minimal casualties and destruction, because of their mysterious methods. And once you were picked to be involved, there was no turning it down. It was your duty as a citizen of Earth. “When do I leave?”
Within hours, she found herself on a flight headed for Madagascar with her equipment. Colonel Walker accompanied her. After a few hours of silence, she finally got up the courage to speak to him. “I appreciate you escorting me like this, Colonel. It must be pretty important, if they would send someone as high-ranking as yourself along.”
The older man remained stone-faced. “We all have our missions, Doctor. Right now, getting you to your destination is mine.” And that was all he said for the rest of the journey. Valerie sighed to herself and went back to gazing out the window at the clouds below.
From Madagascar, a smaller plane was flown to Victoria. Valerie had done her research on the area and knew the Seychelles to be a popular vacation spot for the rich and famous and home to a United Nations mix of races from French to Chinese. Her work, however, would be conducted on the small island to the northwest, called Silhouette, and the only way to get there would be by helicopter. On the fly-over, she was given an aerial view of the fissure that had G.A.I.A. concerned. Steam rose from the crack in the side of the foliage-covered mountain.
Walker made introductions to the team already on the site. The camp was protected by a constant military presence, armed guards set up along the perimeter. Valerie found this a little odd.
“Are you ready to get to work, Doctor?” the colonel asked.
Valerie finished tying her long red hair back in a ponytail and nodded. “Let’s go.”
The hike to the fissure took another hour. Valerie set up her monitors and began taking fresh readings for temperature, gasses, and seismic activity. She liked to think of it as putting a stethoscope to the earth’s chest and listening to its heartbeat. “There’s definitely something going on,” she said. “I need to go in for a closer look and get some samples.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Walker said. “I’ll have some of my men go in to gather your samples for you. We don’t want to risk anything happening to you or the other scientists.”
Valerie let out a short laugh, puzzled. “With all due respect, Colonel,” she said. “Your men wouldn’t know what I was looking for.”
“You can direct them over the radio, Doctor,” Walker said, and it was clear he would not be swayed. “It’s getting late. I can have a survey team assembled to go in, first thing in the morning.”
Valerie looked at the other scientists, who said nothing. More and more, she felt there was something going on, some information that was being withheld from her about this situation. Wisely, she did not press the issue. “All right. I’ll work on a list of what I need them to look for while they’re inside and have it ready in the morning.”
“Good.” With a nod, Walker left the camp.
As the evening wore on, Valerie listened to her new teammates talk and laugh as they relaxed over dinner before retiring to individual tents for the night. She waited until everyone was asleep before venturing out with a loaded backpack. She snuck past a patrolling guard and didn’t turn on her flashlight until she was on the mountain path leading to the fissure. In the darkness, Valerie could see a gentle glow coming from deep inside the crack. It wasn’t the ember red of molten rock – the light had a strange blue-green tint. Pulling on her oxygen mask and assembling her spelunking gear, she descended into the opening.
Several feet in, the rock gave way to a large underground cavern lined in glittering stones. She reached an outcropping and peered over the edge. What she saw made her eyes widen. The source of the light turned out to be man-made in the form of several halogen lamps set up around the cave floor twenty feet below. In the center stood some strange metal box anchored to the ground by pipes. The steam that Valerie had seen above the fissure wafted up from these pipes in thin tendrils and danced their way up through the opening above.
Suddenly, she heard a sound – voices coming from somewhere below her perch. She ducked back into the shadows, heart pounding.
“…proceed ahead of schedule.” It was Colonel Walker, accompanied by another soldier. “G.A.I.A. has its suspicions, and sending along this new specialist has thrown a wrench into the works. We’re going to have to detonate and take out the entire royal family before they finish out their little island vacation.”
“We’re looking at a lot of civilian casualties, sir.”
“So what?” Walker said brusquely. “Do you know how many battles I’ve seen, Captain? Casualties are part of war.”
“But wiping out an entire sovereign family, like they did with the Romanovs? They’re going to see this as a deliberate act of war.”
“Which is why we’re making it look like a natural disaster and not a political assassination. This way, the world will cry, ‘dear God, what a terrible tragedy – killed by volcanic eruption!’ and go about its business.”
Valerie did not move until they left again. Her mind reeled over everything she had overheard. She thought about contacting G.A.I.A. to let them know about Walker’s plot, but feared the call would be intercepted. Thousands of lives – including some important family visiting the Seychelles – would be lost if she didn’t do something. Carefully, she made her way down to the cave floor and approached the device. From what she could tell, it was a big auto-injector, like the kind used to dispense timed medication into patients. Opening a panel, she found a clear tube of a liquid substance with a radioactive symbol on the front. There was a cooling system attached to keep the contents at a lower temperature. “Some kind of explosive…if they’ve tapped into any kind of underground lava tubes, it could detonate the moment it reaches the heat.” She looked around. “They’re going to turn this whole island into one massive volcano. The pyroclastic cloud will take out everything east of here, and in a matter of hours there will be nothing left alive in the entire archipelago.” She shook her head. “Evil bastards.”
She had to find a way to stop this from happening. Reaching in, she removed the links to the canister and pulled it free. It was cold. She had to try to get it someplace where it would not reach the level of heat needed to detonate. If she could hide it away long enough to get word back to G.A.I.A. –
“I knew you were a nosy bitch the moment I saw you.”
With a gasp, Valerie whirled around, clutching the tube to her chest. Her blue eyes widened. Colonel Walker stood there with a gun trained on her.
“Come on, Dr. McNichol. Let’s not do this. Put the container back, and come with me.”
She shook her head. “No. I can’t let you do this.”
“I don’t think you have much choice,” he said calmly. “What you’re holding is a very volatile substance specially formulated by some of the top men in the field. Right now, I’d say your body temperature is rising. You could set it off, on your own.” He shrugged. “Granted, it won’t be with the same force as we had planned…but it won’t stop us from finding other methods. Now, do us both a favor, and hand over the container.”
Walker would have to kill her because she knew too much. At least she could end this in her own way. With a tight smile, Valerie shook her head again. “I don’t think so.” And with that, she smashed the canister on the cave floor, then grabbed one of the nearby halogen lamps and slammed it down into the liquid oo
zing out across the stone amidst the broken glass. There was a spark, and she heard Walker shouting, and then –
***
Word reached G.A.I.A. headquarters of the explosion on Silhouette Island. Part of the mountain where the geological team had been camped had collapsed. Reports came in of a woman walking out of the rubble, her clothing burned from her body but her skin unharmed and covered in a strange, glittery dust, and her hair like red flame. Her footsteps scorched the ground. Everything she touched burst into fire. Someone had captured video on a mobile phone and the council reviewed it. Amidst the terrified shrieks of panicked people fleeing the island, they saw the woman. It was Dr. McNichol, but on the tape she called herself something else.
“I am Vulcana! I will burn you all!”
The delegate from Britain turned off the video. For a moment, no one spoke. Finally, he said, “Call the Stone Brothers.”
***
Obsidian and Onyx belonged to a very elite sector of G.A.I.A. known as the High Guard. Genetically created in a laboratory, they possessed unique skills which earned them the class distinction of “super-human.” Even though they wore special body suits for added protection against assault, their dark brown skin could not be penetrated by bullets or blades, and was impervious to extreme temperatures. As identical twins, they shared a unique mental bond and could communicate telepathically with one another in addition to using telekinesis to move objects with their minds. Their existence, along with others like them in the High Guard, was kept secret from a world where their kind were celebrated as fictional characters in comic books, much like the existence of extraterrestrials. G.A.I.A. did not think the people of Earth were quite ready to learn the truth about either one.
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