"In here, Jon. Le's do it righ' on th' floor." said Karyn, dragging Jon into the storage closet in question. Jon started to turn on the light, but Karyn touched his hand, whispering "You knows ah likes it in de dark, Jonny. Don' be stupid, boy." into his ear. Her breath was hot on his cheek, and she pulled him down after flipping one of the gym mats onto the floor for comfort.
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Sarah was enjoying herself. She was loving the feeling of her huge body wobbling and rolling as she lumbered along. She knew she'd always been this way. A gigantic, lumbering mass of delicious fat and delightful muscle. She'd always loved the way people hustled to move out of her way. She squeezed through the door to her next class, and saw some of her best friends. She felt...a little strange calling these wispy, flighty girls her best friends...but she could clearly remember that they were.
"Robin! Lisa! Stacy! How you t'ree doin', huh?..." she rumbled in her deep, bass voice that still held traces of feminity. The three cheerleaders gaped in horror at the gargantuan ogress that embraced them in her girder-thick arms, but...for some reason...they calmed down quickly. The teacher didn't even question her identity. She just said "Will the four of you please take your seats."
Sarah turned to the woman and glared, causing her to shy back, then turn away. Sarah took her seat next to her girlfriends, and they started to do their school work. But, once finished...they began to chat, and to include Sarah in their gossip and banter. They all seemed to remember meeting Sarah years ago, just as before...but now saw Sarah as a huge, powerful child...then young girl...and finally young woman, whose strength and intimidation ability had kept them safe in various situations. Going to a concert to Detroit, they felt much safer in the presence of this she-beast who could have broken all their boyfriends in half with scarcely breaking a sweat. When in a bad part of town, she was the ultimate guard dog, and she was always over at their houses, working part time for their parents and helping their clueless fathers repair classic cars or building trendy brick barbeques.
"I'm telling you, Sarah....you've a very pretty face. Beautiful, in fact. You should try presenting yourself better. Some lipstick. A little blush would smooth out those jowls. and you've got such pretty eyes, a little eyeliner would really bring them out."
"Gee, you tink so..." rumbled Sarah, interested. She'd never ever tried to look 'pretty', but her friends were being so supportive. "...well, I tink you tree could use some help too, y'ah know. Mebbe wit' some boxing lessens an stuff like dat..."
Robin, Lisa and Stacy weren't interested in that at all...but something made Robin say "Sure, Sarah. You know...that sounds like a lot of fun. And then...could you show me how to rebuild the transmission on my car.?"
Lisa suddenly thought that the impacted grease under Sarah's nails was the boldest fashion statement she'd ever seen, and she was jealous. Stacy reached into her cute, pink purse and pulled out a pinch of Redman chewing tobacco, slipping it into her cheek and working it till she got some juice, then spiting it expertly into the little plastic bottle she kept with it. After all, she was a lady...
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What the hell was happening?
Sex had started off pretty pedestrian. Just simple poke and moan screwing that usually pleased the average high schooler, but soon enough...Karyn was taking him on a fantastic roller coaster ride of thrashing, heaving and rolling about...then...she seemed to calm down, and the sex got even better. In the end, he just lay there while Karyn shifted position about him, offering him her mouth, breasts, cunt and ass at various times, till poor Jon felt he was competing in the sex Olympics. She dominated and controlled him, taking him over and over till he finally had to gasp "Oh...oh please...Karyn...it's too...too much...at once...I can't think straight..."
He felt used and abused...but he also felt amazing.
"Tha's okay, white boy..." she drawled, in a voice that was dark and smokey...and wrong. Before, she'd clearly been affecting a mock ghetto accent. But now...she spoke so naturally and...it sounded so damn wrong "...you jus' ain' used to a real woman. I break you in gentle, boy. When mamma done wit' you, you gonna be fine."
It didn't sound right at all.
Jon watched as Karyn lit a cigarette, and in the momentary flash from the lighter...he saw...
He got up and stumbled to the light switch, flicking it on and showing him a portly black woman in perhaps her late 30's. She was stout, but shapely, with huge floppy breasts that rested against her plump belly when not wearing the white, cotton support bra she was shoveling them into. She stood and turned slowly to show off her huge derriere, and he gasped as she rolled her support hose up her thick, curvy legs. She squeezed her body into her girdle, and turned to him...an ageing, African sex goddess in the uniform of one of the school lunch ladies. She drew on the cigarette again, then dropped it and stepped it out, before sauntering towards him and bumping her hip against him, saying "Any time you wants a slice o' chocolate pie, jus' stop down after lunch an' ask fo' Karyn."
She kissed him, and her kiss tasted of cigarettes and beer. His cock sprang to attention at once, and she chuckled as she stroked him through the denim of his jeans. She left the room, to go back to her life of making lunch for high school students.
He tried to remember what had happened. He'd just...well, fucked one of the cafeteria lunch ladies. The black one with the big butt, huge tits and "Karyn" on her name tag. But...why? Aside for the fact that he'd always had a crush on her. Chatting with her and noticing how she pressed her cleavage against the sneeze guard when scooping out lima beans and mashed potatoes. But...had she changed? He was pretty sure she hadn't...
It wasn't something he had to obsess over. His wish had created for him a pleasant little encounter with the bosomy black cafeteria lady. A woman he'd beaten off to for years. Heck, he had tons of sites like "Mature Black Vixens" and "Ebony MILF's" in his Favorites file. He couldn't remember a time when he'd been attracted to ANY woman who wasn't black and at least 20 years older than him.
Still...he had to get to his next class. His best friend Alan would be there, and he wanted to tell him about this wishing stone.
Wait...hadn't he already told someone about it? It seemed...that he might have told Karyn the lunch lady about it...but that seemed unlikely. Still...he did lust after her, and she was his dream woman. He'd talk with her at lunch.
