The luscious pink lips of the blonde bitch wrapped tightly around the purple head of the black stud's massive cock.
Linda licked that dick head and took it deep into her mouth, knowing that she had found her element at last.
She had never had an experience that thrilled her so deeply, that made her twat twitch quite so violently as sucking this big stud's humungous black cock.
No white guy she had ever dated came near to having what this dude had. She knew all those stories she had heard were true.
It was just not an old wives' tale about black men being hung like horses. This one sure as hell was.
"Suck that dick, you fucking bitch," the man said, gripping Linda by her shoulder-length blonde hair and ramming his meat into her mouth, driving it down her throat, causing her gag reflexes to almost erupt.
But she took it.
She took all that dude had to give.
All the way to his heavy-hung balls.
Linda loved that dick. That huge, heavy hung piece of black cock meat that was shoving down her throat, filling her mouth and making her cream herself as she lay there taking all that that big black dude could give her.
All of that hot, big back dick.
She licked that big cock, sucking and taking it all down her lily white throat.
And she knew that she would never get enough of that good tasting cream that she knew jammed those nuts to overflowing.
Give me that cream, she thought. Give your pussy that cream!
One
Linda Lamprey felt the warmth of the shower as it hit her naked body. The night was chilly and the heat from the shower felt good.
Linda's long blonde hair was tied up on top of her head as she abandoned herself to the steamy shower, luxuriating in its warmth. She reached for the faucet handle, turning the hot water up and the cold down.
"That's fine," she thought as she felt the heat of the water increasing. Now it was really hot and she loved the feel of it on her naked skin.
Linda closed her eyes and let the water cascade over her face, drowning her in its steaminess. She felt the water heating her skin, soaking her in warm comfort.
Turning to allow the shower to wash over her naked back, Linda felt the refreshing warmth spread through her whole body. She had been out riding her bicycle and had been caught in a downpour that had soaked her through and chilled her blood.
"Are you going to stay in there all night?" Connie called through the closed bathroom door.
"What?" Linda yelled over the splash of the shower.
"How long are you going to be in the bathroom?" her roommate yelled louder.
"Not much longer," Linda shouted. "Just be patient. I'm freezing."
"Well, hurry up," Connie shouted to her. "I need to get in there, too."
Connie ran to answer the phone that began ringing.
"Hello," Connie said into the receiver of the phone.
"Hi, it's Greg," she heard the friendly voice, "how are you doing?"
"Oh, Greg," Connie said. "I'm so glad you called. I need some help with my French lesson. Can you come over early in the morning?"
"Sure," Greg said. "About eight?"
"That would be fine," Connie said. "See you then." Connie hung up the phone and turned as Linda came out of the bathroom.
"There, it's all yours," Linda said. Her body was wrapped in a large pink fluffy towel. Her blonde hair hung loose now, falling over her naked shoulders.
Connie quickly went into the bathroom and closed the door. Linda turned on the radio and found some soft music.
Lying down on her bed, she picked up a magazine and began to leaf through it. The shower had done her a world of good. She felt much better now, It had been so cold outside.
Connie came out of the bathroom and walked over to the window.
"It's still raining," she said.
"I know," Linda said. "I got caught in it. I was freezing."
"Feel better now?" Connie said.
"Much," Linda said. "That shower really helped."
"Would you like anything from the store?" Connie said. "I think I'll go pick up some cocoa and cookies."
"No thanks," Linda said. "I think I'll just go to sleep as soon as I can."
"Good idea," Connie said. "You have to get up really early tomorrow morning, don't you?"
"Yes," Linda said. "At six. We're leaving at seven to go to the play contest."
Linda was majoring in drama at college. Her roommate, Connie, was in the school orchestra. She played the violin.
"What play are you doing?" Connie asked, as she slipped into her raincoat.
"The balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet," Linda told her. "It's going very well, too."
"Sounds good," Connie said. "I'll be quiet when I come back, in case you're asleep."
"Thanks," Linda said. "See you tomorrow."
Connie left the apartment and Linda lay back on her bed, removing the towel from around her body. She looked down at her lovely young body.
"Not bad," she said, admiring her pretty tits. Linda had always taken good care of herself, eating the right food and not letting an ounce of fat spoil her sweet young body. She stretched out naked on the bed, feeling warm and secure.
The rain pelted against the window outside her bedroom window as she reached over to turn off the lamp. The radio played quiet music and she was soon fast asleep.
Connie felt exhilarated by the cold rain as it beat down on her, washing her face with its icy chill. She moved quickly down the hill that led to the shopping area, feeling a cold wind at her back. The store was brightly lit and she quickened her pace as she neared the door.
Stepping inside the supermarket, Connie caught her breath.
"Nasty out there," a young man said.
"It certainly is," Connie agreed. She smiled at the handsome youth. She had seen him around campus and had noticed him.
"Would you like a ride home? My car is just outside," the young man said.
"Sure, that would be great," Connie said. "I'm just getting a couple of things."
The young man's name was Bill it turned out, Connie learned as they walked through the supermarket together. He was studying engineering and was going to be graduating in the spring.
"I had this unreal urge for cocoa," Connie told Bill.
"Sounds like a good idea on such a rotten night," Bill said.
She found the items that she wanted and they went to the check out stand.
Bill carried the bag to his car and he and Connie got in.
"Feels good," she said, when Bill turned on the car's heater. It was warm and dry inside the car. The rain splattered the windshield. Connie slid over in the seat and let Bill slip an arm around her shoulder.
"That feels good, too," Bill said. Connie pressed her leg against Bill's and turned her face to his.
Bill's lips found Connie's and they kissed, long and hard.
"How would you like to come over to my place?" Bill asked Connie.
"Fine," she said. "I can make you some cocoa."
"Sounds good," Bill said.
He started the car and they drove through the rain, snuggling next to each other.
Bill lived just a few blocks away and they were soon at his apartment.
"This is it," he said, pulling the car over and parking it. Connie out of the car and they walked quickly through the driving rain to the door. Bill fumbled with his keys and got the door open.
"First door on the right," he said.
Connie waited for Bill to unlock the door and held her bag of groceries. They stepped into the apartment and Bill closed the door behind them.
"Kitchen's right through there," he said. "Let me have that soggy raincoat."
Connie slipped out of the raincoat and Bill hung it in the bathroom while she found the kitchen.
"What pan should I use?" she called. "Any one you can find," Bill called back to her. He was turning on the stereo.
Connie made herself at home in the kitchen, finding the things that she needed and soon had two cups of steaming hot cocoa ready.
"Try this," she said coming into the living room Where Bill was standing. He took the cup from her and they sipped the cocoa. It was warm and felt good after the chilly walk through the rain from the car to the apartment.
"Let's relax," Bill said, indicating the sofa. Connie sat down and Bill joined her on the couch.
"You will think I'm an easy pick up," Connie said. "I don't generally come up to guys' apartments, you know."
"Why did you?" Bill asked. "I've had my eye on you for some time," Connie told him. "I'd seen you around campus and liked your looks."
"I like yours too," Bill said putting an arm around Connie. She pressed her body to his, sliding up close.
Bill felt her softness as he slipped his arms around Connie. She pressed her mouth to his and they kissed.
Bill's tongue found its way inside Connie's mouth and she felt his strong arms around her as he pulled her tightly to him. Connie's breasts were crushed into Bill's chest and he felt their firmness.
Connie slipped a hand along Bill's leg and took hold of his prick through his pants. He had a roaring hard on and she stroked that lump that she found in his crotch.
His hands found the strap to her bra under her sweater and he unsnapped it, allowing her tits to fall loose inside her sweater.
Bill's hands slipped up under the sweater and he felt the tenderness of her luscious body responding to him as she fumbled with his zipper, trying to get his cock free.
Bill's cock slipped out of his fly and Connie gripped it firmly with her hand as Bill pulled her sweater up, fondling her warm breasts. Connie's fingers closed around the thickness of Bill's meat and he gave a little moan of pleasure as she began to stroke his prick.
She felt that hard prick in her hand as Bill leaned back, pulling her with him. His hands caressed her tits and she felt a glow of pleasure creeping through her body.
"Let's get this sweater off," Bill said. Connie helped him remove her sweater and slipped her bra off and dropped it on the rug next to the couch. Her well-rounded tits filled his hands as Connie lay down on the couch beside him.
Bill's mouth found her tits and he began to kiss them as she lay there, her hand on his dick. Bill took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it as Connie stroked his cock, pulling hard on that dick as he licked and kissed her nipples.
"Ooooh, that feels nice," Connie said, enjoying the way Bill was kissing her tits. She let him fill his mouth with those tits, licking and sucking at the ripe pink nipples.
Bill's prick was filling her hand as she milked it, feeling his warm, wet mouth all over her tits.
"Suck it," he whispered. "Suck my dick."
Connie let herself slide off the couch and she knelt in front of it. Bill spread his legs and she moved in between them, taking that dick of his in her hand and holding it up. Her mouth opened and she bent down, taking the head of Bill's cock into her mouth.
Connie's warm tongue slipped over the head of Bill's meat as he leaned back on the couch. He felt that warm, wet mouth of hers on his cock and pushed his hips forward, driving that cock into her eager mouth.
Connie knelt there, her hand on the shaft of Bill's prick, sucking on it as he gripped her tits with his hands, those firm young tits of Connie's.
Connie felt the thickness of Bill's cock filling her mouth, entering her throat as she slipped her head downwards, taking all of that piece of meat into her wet mouth, sucking and licking at it.
"Good," Bill said, "good, good. Feels so good."
Connie liked the feeling of his hands on her tits, caressing them as she bobbed her head up and down, taking his cock into her mouth and letting it slide down her throat.
"Suck that cock," Bill instructed, "suck it."
Connie unbuckled Bill's belt and pulled his pants all the way open. She reached inside his jockey shorts and pulled out his nuts. They were full of thick, creamy cum and she held them in her hand, rolling them and playing with his balls as she took that dick of his into her mouth, sucking and licking at it.
Bill pulled her up from her kneeling position and kissed her tits as he slipped her skirt down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. Her little panties came next and he buried his face in her sweet smelling crotch as Connie stood between Bill's legs.
His tongue slipped inside her slit and she felt that warm, wet inquiring tongue exploring her pussy as Bill began to eat her out.
"That's good," she whispered. "So good."
Bill's tongue found her hot little clit and his tongue tip slid in and out of her slit, sucking and eating that sweet little quim of hers.
Connie felt her warm juices begin to flow as
Bill pried her pussy lips open, sliding his tongue inside, licking and sucking at that sweet little slit, sliding his tongue deep inside it and twirling it around. Connie felt herself getting weak in the knees as Bill rimmed her pussy with his tongue, sliding that hot wet tongue up inside her pussy and sucking the honey out.
She grabbed his head with her hands, pulling him into her tightly, feeling that tongue of his really do a number inside her twat. Sucking and licking at that warm, moist honey pot of hers, sucking out the juices and licking them up.
Bill's tongue rammed into Connie's hot little twat and he felt his dick give a lurch.
Bill wanted to feel that dick of his inside Connie's hot little cunt. He pulled his face away from her snatch and thrust himself between her legs, pulling her down, down on top of his cock.
Connie spread her legs wide and sat on Bill's thick piece of cockmeat as he rammed it upwards, driving that dick of his all the way into her luscious cunt.
"That feels so good," Bill said, "so good."
That tight little cunt of Connie's gripped Bill's thick meat pole as she began to ride him. Sliding up and down the shaft of his cock, Connie fucked herself with that dick.
She felt the long, hard pole ramming up inside her pussy, that big dick fucking her as she slipped up and down.
Bill's mouth covered her tits, he sucked on one nipple and then the other, feeling that dick of his slipping up the moist slickness of Connie's hot little twat.
Connie's cunt lips stretched and opened wide as she slid up and down on that cock of Bill's, taking that piece of meat all the way up inside her, letting that cock fill her cunt as Bill sucked on her nipples, taking them into his mouth and licking and sucking on their rosy sweetness.
Bill's cock rammed up into Connie's sweet pussy, filling that hot little love nest of hers with the power of his hard driving fuck.
Bill felt the little shudders that were running through Connie's cunt as she brought herself to orgasm over and over again as she rode that hot meat pole of his, driving that dick up into her pussy, fucking herself and bringing herself off.
Bill shot his load.
SPLAT!
Cum shot up into Connie's hot twat as she squirmed and wriggled. SPURT!
Hot, thick cream shot from the head of his cock into the warm, waiting lips of Connie's sweet little cunt. She took that load all the way up inside her, feeling that warm tool empty its load in great spurts.
* * * * *
Linda slipped her hands along the insides of her thighs. The warmth that she felt there was wet. She was hot and wet.
Linda's fingers slid into the crack of her pink pussy and she pried the lips apart, slipping her fingers inside and finding that little knob of passion. She twirled it with her finger tips, feeling herself grow hotter and wetter with each stroke of her hands.
Linda's fingers dipped deep into that hot little love nest of hers, feeling the warm, moist slick-ness within her as she fucked herself with her fingers.
The rain beat against the window pane in her bedroom and she slipped those fingers of her along her hot little love slot, fingering herself as she lay there.
Linda's moist cunt lips spread wide, taking those fingers of hers inside, letting them explore to the depths as she writhed on her bed, her fingers deep within her cunt, stretching the tender membranes wide as she fucked ierself with her fingers.
Linda licked her lips and felt he heat within her as she dived those fingers deeper, deeper into her hot little twat, fucking herself.
Making little whimpering noises, Linda brought herself to orgasm as she drove her fingers deep into her hot little love slit. She felt the warm cream inside her cunt spreading over her fingers as she rammed those fingers inside herself.
* * * * *
Bill had Connie spread out on his bed. He lay on his stomach, his face buried in her crotch.
"Yes, yes, yes," Connie whimpered, feeling Bill's hot tongue sliding deep into her pussy. She gripped the sheets on his bed and dug her nails in hard as she felt that warm, wet tongue slipping and sliding up inside her hot cunt.
Bill's mouth covered the hot opening of Connie's twat and his tongue was really in there, licking and sucking up the sweet juices that she was pouring forth.
"Eat that cunt," she whispered. "Eat my hot pussy."
Bill's tongue drove deeper, he felt her clit with the tip of his tongue and twanged it as he drove his tongue hard and deep into her cunt, fucking" her with that tongue of his as she writhed and wriggled under his touch on the bed.
Connie felt that hot tongue, that tongue that was driving her wild. Bill was really doing a great job of eating her cunt and she loved it.
She grabbed hold of his head with her hands and smashed it down into her crotch, feeling that tongue go deep, deep up inside her, driving her wild. She clutched at Bill's head and made him suck that pussy of hers as she wriggled her butt on the bed, moving his head hard, hard to her love nest.
Bill's hot mouth was really sucking up those juices as Connie writhed under him.
"Eat that cunt," she gasped. "Eat me, eat my pussy."
Bill drove his tongue deep inside her and tasted the hot juices that squirmed and swilled inside there, sucking them up and gobbling them down.
Taking a breather, Bill pulled himself up from Connie's twat and began licking at her stomach as he moved upwards, bringing his hard dick up to the wet, hot opening of Connie's cunt.
He poked the head inside that pussy and drove the shaft all the way to the nuts.
Connie gasped in pleasure as she felt the hard cock once more entering her.
She gripped that prick with her love lips and took that cockshaft all the way up inside her. She was getting fucked hard.
And she loved it.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned holding Bill tightly against her as he rammed that cock up inside her pussy, driving that dick all the way in, deep, deep, deep.
Connie could feel the hard driving strokes of Bill's big cock as he rammed that dick into her cunt, driving hard and long.
Bill's nuts were aching.
He felt the hot juices boiling inside him. He knew that his load would shoot off inside that cunt, he pulled back and held steady, feeling the tight grip that Connie's cunt had on his cock, taking that cock all the way up inside her as he drove it deep.
Connie's cunt was tight. Hot and tight. She gripped that thick cockshaft with the lips of her twat and milked it.
Bill shoved his dick hard, long and hard as Connie gripped at that love tool of his, squeezing it with the hot lips of her cunt. That warm, wet cunt that he was fucking, that he was ramming his meat into, that hot cunt gripped his dick and held it tight.
"Fuck me, fuck me good," Connie whimpered, clawing at Bill's back as he drove that cockshaft to the hilt inside her hot twat.
Connie wrapped her legs around Bill's waist, clutching tightly as his dick drove hard all the way into her cunt, hard and deep. Hot fuck. Hot, steamy fuck.
Bill really rammed it to her, his cock throbbing with the heavy load that his balls carried, his second load for the night.
Bill felt those luscious tits of Connie's crushed against his chest as the girl clung to him with her arms and legs, held on tightly as he rammed his meat into her pussy, driving it long, hard and deep.
That cock of his was really fucking her hard. She clutched at that great cockshaft with her cunt lips and held on tightly as Bill pulled back and then rammed it home, all the way to his nuts as they slapped against her hot ass.
Connie felt the long, hard strokes of that big cock of Bill's as he rammed it to her, driving it hard and deep into her sweet pussy, that hot, wet cunt of hers.
Bill's meat shot off inside her.
SPLAT!
Great gobs of cream shot from the head of Bill's cock into Connie's eager, accepting cunt. SPURT!
He shot his load. SPLAT!
Cum spurted from the head of Bill's prick and Connie's cunt greedily ate it up, sucking that juice out as she milked his pole, taking that load and spreading it deep inside her sweet cunt.
Bill dropped exhausted on top of Connie, his cock still buried deep inside her cunt. He felt the warm afterglow spreading through his whole body as his dick rested inside that girl's sweet, clutching pussy.
Connie felt the hardness of his cock diminishing as he rested within her, filling her with its great size.
She was glad that it had been raining.
This was her lucky night.
TWO
Linda locked the door and turned to greet the dark morning.
It had rained all night and the streets were wet and slick. She didn't think she should risk using her bicycle on the wet pavement. She'd have to walk to the campus and get on the bus that would take her and sixteen other student actors to the drama contest at a neighboring college.
She ducked her head against the strong wind and headed towards the campus.
It was strange walking to campus at this hour. There wasn't another person on the street. It was deserted. Linda enjoyed the unusual experience. It made her feel odd.
There isn't another person alive, she thought to herself. I'm the last woman on earth and it's the day after the Nuclear Holocaust. Maybe I'll meet the last man on earth.
Linda let her imagination run wild. She liked to do that when she was alone. It made her feel creative.
The whole world is asleep, she also thought. I'm the only person awake and the rest of the world is dreaming.
She liked to look at the windows of other students' apartments and imagine what they were dreaming about. It made her feel secretive.
Linda Lamprey had long blonde hair, honey colored. It fell loosely about her shoulders and framed her attractive 20-year-old face like a golden halo.
She was small-petite. Her perky tits stood out firm and hard from her chest and she had an adorable little bottom that she liked to display. She was one hot little fox, and she knew it.
Linda's body was her special pride. She ate right, slept well and took extremely good care of herself. She knew that her face and her body were assets and she intended to get the best out of them that she could.
Linda had always wanted to be an actress, not just a TV actress. A stage actress. She was swept away with the excitement of appearing onstage before masses of people. She liked the feeling of control it gave her over so many people-that she could decide what emotions a thousand people were going to feel and get the pleasure of having that feeling come back at her as she pushed people's buttons.
Linda looked younger than her 20 years. She would frequently be asked for her ID in bars where the age was eighteen. It pleased her to know that she had such a youthful appearance. Except for her perky tits, she could have easily been mistaken for a little girl.
She only stood five feet three, and she had delicate bone structure that made her appear even lighter than she actually was.
She would have been a good ballerina if she had started dancing lessons when she was a small child, but her talents had developed along other lines. She had blossomed as an actress.
From the first, she had known that she was good at it. From the time she was six and stepped onstage for the first time, Linda knew that she was destined to be a star.
She could feel it deep inside herself.
And she had strong sexual feelings, too.
Linda had been curious as a child and she quickly learned what the difference was between boys and girls. She had become fascinated with the male penis and thought it one of the most beautiful body parts she had ever seen. She liked to look at pictures of naked men and frequently masturbated thinking what it would be like to get fucked by one of them.
Linda Lamprey was still a virgin at 20. She had not decided on who the man should be to take her cherry. She knew that it had to be special, that she had to remember the experience for the rest of her life and she wanted it to be a memorable one. The man had to be perfect.
She had, of course, been approached by many. But she had not found one yet that she totally approved of. If he was good looking enough, he was probably stupid, or worse, dull.
Linda insisted that the man who fucked her the first time must be the most fascinating, handsomest man in the world.
But she had not found him yet.
Her roommate, Connie, thought she was nuts.
"Hell," Connie had told her, "there ain't nothing like getting fucked. You really are crazy to keep saving it."
But Linda was adamant. She would wait until she found Mr. Perfect.
The bus was waiting when she arrived at the campus. Sixteen other sleepy actors were on board, most nodding.
Linda found a seat and leaned back. It felt good to be inside. The bus was warm and toasty after the chilly walk she had had on the way here.
Her coat fell open, revealing the hot little body that she was so proud of. Her tits arched attractively upwards against the too small yellow sweater that she wore. Her perky little nipples made two mounds the size of pencil erasers.
Linda loved to show off her body.
She always chose sweaters that were too small for her so that her tits would be seen to great advantage. Her skirt was tight too, stretched across her thighs as she crossed her legs.
Her hot little pussy rubbed its lips together as the vibrations from the moving bus excited her. She felt the tremors of the old engine of the bus against her ass as she sat there on the cold plastic seat of the bus. .
Linda pulled her legs up under her and squatted on the seat of the bus as she began to silently go over her lines for her scene as Juliet that she would be performing when the bus got to Olmsford College.
The cadence of the Shakespearean verse filled her thoughts as she attempted to get her mind off the pulsing and throbbing that were going on under her, exciting her snatch and turning her on, She felt her nipples harden as the juices in her hot little twat started to squirm. She felt her pussy vibrating as the bus lumbered on.
"Would you like some help with your lines?" she heard a voice say.
Linda looked up into the dark face of her Romeo. Quinton was a young black acting student from Trinidad; he had been cast as Romeo to her Juliet by the college's drama instructor. Linda liked the idea. It made the whole quarrel between the two families take on a heavy overtone of racial prejudice.
She also liked Quinton. He was not only a really fine actor, but about the sexiest black boy she had ever known. He was an athlete in addition to his acting prowess and he had a personality that was bound to please.
"That would be very nice," Linda said. "I need some help with my lines."
Quinton beamed at her and slid into the seat opposite her. Linda handed him her script with her lines highlighted in yellow. He squinted at the play script and began the scene with her.
They talked very quietly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping students around them. Their whispering voices brought an added element of secrecy to the love pledges between the two star-crossed lovers.
"Maybe we should do the scene this way," Linda said. "Don't you like the feeling we are getting out of it by whispering the lines?"
"Terrific," Quinton whispered. "Let's do."
Linda's idea was to be extremely effective. They were praised highly at the drama contest for their unique interpretation of the famous Balcony Scene. They scored highest of any of the competing teams of actors.
The day had gone well for them and the return ride home was a pleasant one for Linda and Quinton. She felt herself completely relaxed with him.
"You're really a good actor," she told him. "It's so much fun doing the scene with you." She wondered what it would be like to really be lovers with the handsome black youth, Quinton was having similar thoughts about Linda. She was one hell of a sexy looking chick, he thought to himself. I wonder if I could get into her sweet little panties.
Linda squirmed in the seat of the bus, her leg rubbing up against Quinton's as the huddled together, remembering their triumph.
She felt her hard little nipples perk up at the touch of the black youth's leg. He was pressing his leg back against hers. Linda smiled at him and felt him move closer to her.
He felt strong and manly against her as Quinton casually placed an arm over the back of the bus seat and dropped his hand to Linda's shoulder. She felt a tremor course through her whole body at the touch of the black youth's arm around her and his hand gently massaging her shoulder.
Linda pushed her tits out in the front of her sweater and turned towards Quinton. His mouth was inches from hers. She leaned forward and gently brushed his lips with her own.
A thrill raced through both of them and Quinton felt his cock begin to harden.
Linda sat back, her head pressed against the window and looked long and hard at Quinton.
"You are really beautiful," she said to him. "I never really noticed just how perfect you are."
"You're very sweet," Quinton said, placing a hand on her knee. "You're pretty stunning, too." he thought that the sexy little blonde was about the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She smiled at him and her face was angelic.
His hand that was on her shoulder slipped downwards and he rubbed his palm over the high round swelling of one of her tits. Linda felt his fingers pinch at her nipple and she felt his other hand slide upwards on her leg.
She did not stop him.
Linda was intrigued with the idea of being caressed by Quinton. His dark skin against her pale pink skin made a lovely sight.
She looked down at the hand that was gently pushing upwards onto her thigh and liked the dark lushness of his brown-skinned hand on her pale leg.
His hand on her tit squeezed gently, filling itself with the ripeness of her hard, perky young breast. Quinton felt a spasm rush through Linda's body as he caressed her nipple and slid his hand upwards on her thigh, sliding down between them and searching out the warm nest of her crotch, he touched her silky panties with his fingers and Linda spread her legs open for him, allowing him contact with the hot little box of her cunt.
Linda moved one of her hands over to Quinton's leg and slid it upwards and then down over the edge of his leg to the bulge that was rising in the crotch of his pants.
She touched his hard cock through the cloth of his pants and gripped the shaft of it.
That can't be his cock, she thought, feeling the hugeness of the thing her hand was on. No one's got a cock that big.
But the more she explored, the more she confirmed what she had initially thought. That was indeed Quinton's cock that she had her hand on-a huge black cock.
Linda's twat was being tickled by his brown fingers and Quinton's dick filled her hand as they rode back towards home, their bodies close together, their hands on each other's secret joys.
"Can we go to your place?" Linda whispered to Quinton. "I have a roommate and she'll be home."
"Mine may be home, too," Quinton said. "But I can call him and tell him to go to the movies or something."
"Terrific," Linda said. "Call when we get off the bus."
* * * * *
Connie's day had begun perfectly.
Linda was gone when the phone rang and Greg said he was on his way. She looked over at her roommate's empty bed and grinned.
Greg was there in no time. She hardly had time to wash her face and brush her teeth.
"You're certainly eager to do French exercises," she said as the good-looking youth entered the apartment. She closed the door behind him and turned to face him.
Connie wasn't dressed yet. She had thrown on her housecoat when the door bell rang and Greg could see that she wasn't wearing anything under it.
She let the robe fall open and Greg gazed at her nakedness.
He stepped up to her and slipped his hands under the robe, pulling the naked girl to him. Greg's hands clutched at Connie's bare ass as he pressed his hardening cock against her warm bush. he could feel the heat coming from her body as he crushed Connie in his arms, his mouth covering hers and his tongue sliding inside her mouth, down her throat.
Connie's hands were on his back, pulling Greg to her, pressing her nakedness to him as they clutched at one another.
The, nipples on her ample tits were hard as she pressed them against Greg's chest. He could feel their perky little knobs pressing into him as his cock pushed against her furry crotch. Greg's hands slipped around her body and upwards to take those nipples in his fingers and pinch them as he held onto them.
"Oooh yes," Connie said. "That feels wonderful. " He rolled those nipples between his fingers, pressing hard and taking charge of them. He stepped back slightly and then dropped to his knees in front of the girl who was standing there with her housecoat thrown open.
Greg's moist tongue slipped into the crevice of Connie's cunt and she spread her legs, letting him insert his tongue into her snatch as he played with her nipples with his fingers.
Greg's warm, moist tongue felt wonderful up that cunt of hers. She pressed her hands down on top of his head, pulling him into her, driving his tongue up into her sweet smelling cunt.
Greg loved the taste of Connie's snatch. Warm, wet and so sweet. He thrust his tongue deep within her hot little cunt and licked.
"Ooooh, yes," Connie gasped. "That's good French exercises. Real good."
She straddled his face as he slipped his tongue hard and deep up into her twat, sucking and licking all those warm, sweet juices that she poured into his mouth. She was really wet.
"Yes, yes, yes," she squealed as she felt that hot tongue of his sluicing and sliding up inside her sweet creaming cunt.
"Lick that pussy, yes," she whispered. "Lick it, lick it, lick it."
Greg's tongue was really diving in there, licking up the hot, sweet juices that Connie was pouring onto his tongue, drowning him with her hot love potion.
She held his head down there and squirmed and wriggled, pushing his mouth against the lips of her cunt and feeling that hot, wet tongue of his slide up into her cunt.
"Lick that pussy," she commanded. "Lick it good, lick hard, harder, harder."
Greg was really going at it, sliding that tongue of his all the way up and turning it up at the corners, slicing into that hot slit of hers and eating her cream.
She spread her legs wider and Greg rammed his tongue upwards, tasting her hot juices as the dripped from her writhing cunt onto his waiting tongue.
* * * * *
Linda looked at the huge black cock that was poised at the opening of her virgin cunt and gasped.
"I didn't believe it could be so big," she said. Quinton grinned.
"Sure is, ma'am," he said, holding the hefty truncheon in his fist as he rubbed the head of it along the tiny pink slit of Linda's cunt.
She had always swore that her first fuck would be a memorable one-this was sure to be.
That huge piece of black cockmeat poked its head into the opening of Linda's cunt and she reached down to spread herself open with her hands, helping guide his cock into that narrow slit.
"Be gentle, please," she asked Quinton. He would, he promised.
"Take it real slow, I will," he said. "Let you get used to it."
Linda felt the membranes tearing as he slid his prick into her hot little virgin cunt. Her Romeo was going to fuck her. Her black Romeo.
Quinton's thick cock slipped into Linda's tight x slit, making room for itself as it slid inwards, pushing all in its wake. Linda grunted as she felt the huge piece of meat being forced into her tight pussy and then it ripped. her maidenhead was gone at last and the cock of the black actor rammed all the way into her sweet, little pussy.
"Oh my God," she said as she felt the hugeness of the cock inside her. She held perfectly still and let her tight cunt attempt to open and relax to accept the dick.
The pain that she felt was soon replaced by pleasure as she get used to having the huge piece of black cock meat inside her white pussy. She loved the feel of it there. It was as though she had been waiting for this moment her whole life.
And the moment had come at last.
Now she had a dick inside her and it felt wonderful. She gripped the cock hard with the tight lips of her cunt and felt the great size of it.
This is what my pussy is made for, she thought to herself, loving the feeling of that prick inside her, that huge black prick. .
Quinton balanced himself on his hands, the two lovers were attached only at cock and pussy.
The rest of her body he could enjoy looking at.
And she was indeed lovely. Creamy pale and pink, Linda was a lovely young girl and he loved seeing his big black cock inside that hot pink pussy of hers. That pussy of hers that was moist and warm and surrounded his cock, holding it tightly.
He slowly began to stroke his meat inside her tight twat.
Linda gave a little gasp as she felt the cock move. It was so huge, so damned huge. His cock filled her pussy to the breaking point and beyond. She thought she would pass out from the pleasure that it was giving her, though. That huge black piece of meat was really fucking her nOw, sliding up into that sweet slit of hers and going deep.
"Oooooh, God, that feels good," she moaned. "So good, so good."
That cock was sliding up into Linda's tight little snatch, spreading the lips of that cunt wide as Quinton slipped it to her, not fucking her fast, just taking his time and giving her hot cunt a real slow fuck.
Slipping up inside her hot cunt, Quinton felt his cock throb. He could feel the hard veins in the side of his cockshaft pulsing with blood as he slipped it slowly and sweetly into that hot little cunt of hers, fucking that little white girl's pussy as slow and as easy as he could.
He loved the feel of that hot cunt on his cock. That hot, sweet little cunt that he was thrusting his dick into, sliding that thick piece of meat in there and feeling the warmth and the moisture of her virgin cunt.
"Take that dick," he whispered, sliding his piece of cockmeat all the way inside her. He felt her give a spasm of delight as his cockhead rammed to the depths of her tight, wet cunt.
Linda gripped the sheets of Quinton's bed with her hands and tore at them as she bucked her ass upwards, taking that huge black cock of his up her twat, taking that dick all the way up inside her and holding it tight with the slick lips of her wet pussy.
Her pussy was creaming as she felt that dick slide into her, driving harder now, driving deeper.
Quinton's hard piece of meat was really slipping into that hot little cunt of Linda's. She was taking that black man's dick and loving it. She loved that cock, that hard, thick cock that was ramming up inside her, tearing her open with its great size.
She felt the rubbery head of his big black piece of meat shoving deeper and deeper inside her. She clutched at that cock with her cunt, holding it tight inside her little pink slit, loving that dick as it fucked her pussy.
Quinton felt the tight lips of Linda's cunt grip his cockmeat as he slammed it to her, driving that cock with a relentless beat, deeper and harder and harder and deeper into the young blonde's hot little honey pot.
Her sweet juices were swelling and overflowing, moistening his thick piece of meat as it slipped all the way inside her, that shiny staff of life ramming into Linda's sweet pussy as she clutched at it, holding it tight within her warm, wet lips of love.
"Fuck me," she moaned, ""yes, yes, yes. Fuck my pussy, fuck me, fuck me."
Quinton felt the tightness of her hot cunt on his dick as he rammed it to her, driving that piece of meat all the way in, his black cock in her white pussy, fucking that girl with his powerful staff of manhood.
His big cock was ramming into her now, driving hard and deep, slipping all the way up to his nuts and disappearing inside the firm, tight wetness of her incredible pussy. That hot little pink pussy was gripping at that staff, taking that cock and holding it fast as he rammed.
"Fuck my cunt," she moaned. "FUCK that pussy. Fuck that pussy."
Quinton's hard cock exploded inside Linda's sweet cunt.
SPLAT!
She felt that hot cream shoot off inside her.
SPURT!
That cock shot its load. SQUIRT!
Linda gasped as she felt the hot explosion of a man's cum inside her, that hot, sweet cum that was spurting and shooting from the head of his dick and mingling with the sweet love potions that swilled inside her juicy little twat.
She had found her Mr. Perfect and he had fucked her raw.
She was in heaven!
THREE
Linda moved into Quinton's apartment before the end of the spring semester. She had had a taste of that black dick of his and she couldn't get enough of it.
Connie had been shocked at the way Linda had taken to Quinton. She was on the phone to him three or four times a day and couldn't wait until he came to pick her up. She would be waiting, ready and pacing the floor.
Connie realized that her roommate was cock crazy-and black cock at that.
Not that Connie had anything against Quinton. He was certainly a good-enough looking guy. And from what Linda told her, he had the dick of a stud horse on him. She was kind of jealous of Linda's good fortune at having a steady piece of big meat like Quinton's, but she managed to have her share, too.
Connie was attractive in her own way, not petite and blonde like Linda, but striking in her dark good looks. She had short black hair that she wore in a fuck cut. It made her look daintier than she actually was.
Connie was glad when Linda finally made the . move and went to live with Quinton. I'll get some peace and quiet at last, Connie told herself. She had never lived alone before and was really looking forward to the experience.
Linda was entranced with Quinton and couldn't bear to be apart from him.
She managed to get herself cast in "Othello" as Desdamona. Quinton was playing the Moor. It was perfect as far as she was concerned.
They did indeed make a striking couple, him with his mahogany physique and Linda with her pert blonde good looks. They caused comment wherever they went together. The other tenants of the building where
Quinton had his apartment were all college students, too. They didn't see anything wrong with the mixed couple on the first floor. They accepted Linda and Quinton as lovers without a qualm.
It would not be so easy to explain to her family, though, Linda felt. Not that she thought they were bigoted, but the less said about the fact of her lover's color the better, she figured. What her father didn't know about, he couldn't object to.
The night of the opening of "Othello" Linda's family had come to town to see her in it. They met afterwards and Linda went out to dinner with them.
"You were just wonderful," her mother told her. "Very convincing."
If only they knew how convincing I was, Linda thought. She knew that her mother and sister would be shocked if they knew that she was actually getting fucked every night by that handsome black actor who played "Othello."
"Yes, you're quite the little actress," Linda's father told her. "We were quite proud of you."
Should she tell them?
She thought not.
Better to keep her parents and sister in the dark about her love life. They might not be as understanding of her plans to leave for New York after she finished college. They would not want to trust her in the city with a black lover.
"Where is this new apartment you moved into?" her sister asked.
"Oh, it's very small," Linda lied. "You wouldn't like it."
"Well, we would like to see where you live," her mother said. "It was such a surprise when you moved out of that cute place you had with Connie. Couldn't you two get along?"
"Oh, it wasn't that," Linda said. "I just thought that I'd like a change."
She didn't really want to discuss the apartment with her family. They had the address, but Linda had convinced them that it would be a bother to go there. Her roommate, she said, was sick with the flu and they shouldn't meet "her" right now.
Quinton had been more than a little peeved when she told him she didn't want to introduce him to her parents.
"Are you ashamed of me?" he said.
"Of course not," Linda reassured him. "It's just that I don't think my small town parents are as liberated about black people and white people screwing together as our friends here at school are. It's a pretty small place where I was born and things are different there."
Quinton had said he understood, but his feelings were really hurt. Damned white bitch, he thought. I know I'm just her stud nigger.
But that is not how Linda thought of him at all. She was really very fond of him, in addition to being incredibly turned on by him. He sure could fuck, but his personality was spectacular. He made friends very easily and was a lot of fun to be with. Linda was definitely smitten.
She was glad that her parents had decided to drive back home that night and not stay over. It could have been awkward in the morning if they'd wanted to see her again before leaving. She would have to continue the lie about the sick girl she lived with.
"I'm home," Linda said as she entered the apartment. Her parents were on their way back to Lakewood Falls.
"I'm in the bedroom," Quinton called out to her. She smiled as she walked to the bedroom door. She knew that he would be in bed waiting for her. She couldn't wait to get that dick of his inside her hot little twat.
Linda quickly stripped off her clothes as she walked into the bedroom. Quinton was lying in bed with a pile of books and papers around him.
"I have a big test in French Neo-Classic Tragedy in the morning," he said. "Want to quiz me?" '
"No," Linda said. "I want some cock."
She jumped onto the bed and wriggled her butt as she dived under the covers, searching for that big piece of black cock meat that lay between
Quinton's legs.
"Hey," he said, trying to save the papers that she was scattering all over the floor. "Have some patience, woman."
"No patience," Linda said, "just big black cock. Want big black cock."
Quinton laughed as she grabbed hold of his prick and squeezed it.
"Love that cock," she said and slid under the covers. Her mouth opened and her tongue touched the head of that cock. Quinton gave up and lay back, letting her take charge of his cock, sucking on the head of it as it got hard.
"Mmmmmmmm," Linda murmured as she felt the thick piece of black cock meat stiffening to her touch. She held her hand around the large shaft of it and her tongue tip skimmed over the top of the dick, licking it like a giant black lollipop.
Linda tasted that warm, sweet man flesh as she sucked on Quinton's hardening dick, feeling the great tube stretch and fill her mouth as she sucked it in, licking at the shaft of it with her tongue, down the sides to the balls and back up again. And then the head of that cock slipped into her warm, wet mouth.
Quinton felt the little blonde girl's tongue on his cock and smiled, it felt good having that hot little bitch suck on his meat. He crossed his hands behind his head and let her go to work.
She was really taking that meat into her mouth. Linda had learned how to open her throat and let that big piece of his meat slide right on down. She sucked on that dick, feeling the warmth and hardness of it filling her mouth as she held the base of his cock in her hand and let most of it into her mouth.
Linda sucked that dick.
Hard, hot black dick in her mouth. She loved the taste of it, the feel of it. That big, hard cock that was choking her as she gagged it down, taking as much of it as would go into her mouth.
Quinton pushed his hips upwards, driving his meat into Linda's hot wet mouth as she sucked on that dick, taking it down her throat and swilling her tongue around over the head and down the sides of it, really sucking hard on that big black cock meat.
"That feels real good," Quinton said in a quiet voice. He loved lying there and having the pretty little blonde bitch suck on his big brown cock. That cock of his was huge. It filled her mouth and her throat. Linda loved sucking that cock. She couldn't get enough of it.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Linda murmured, taking long swipes on that dick with her tongue, slithering that tongue up and down the great length of that cock, taking it down her throat, sucking hard on black dick.
She could feel the veins in the side of Quinton's cock pulsing and throbbing as he pumped his meat into her mouth, shoved that big, thick black dick down her throat, fucking her in the face with that hard hard cock.
Quinton rammed that meat into her mouth, forcing her to take more and more of it, all the way to the big, thick balls were slung between his legs. He spread his legs wide and Linda reached a hand down and cupped those balls of his in her hand, feeling the great weight of them as she sucked hard on his cock.
Quinton took her head in both his hands and pulled her up from her cocksucking.
"I want some of that fine pussy," he said to her. "I want that dick in that pussy."
Linda squirmed around in the bed and straddled his thighs. She gently lowered herself down, holding tight to the thick shaft of Quinton's prick and letting the big purple head of it slide between the lips of her pink pussy.
The fine blonde hair of her cunt brushed against his wiry black hair as she slid down on the cock, taking all of that fine piece of meat up her little twat.
Linda's sweet pussy lips hugged that piece of meat as she squeezed her muscles and milked that rod.
Quinton felt the tight twat squeezing on his dick as Linda slid up and down on that meat pole of his, taking that thick black dick between the sweet pink lips of her hot pussy and holding it tight.
Linda's cunt hugged that dick as she rocked gently back and forth, feeling the thickness of that dick deep inside her. That big, thick black dick rammed all the way up her pussy as Linda took it all.
She loved the feel of that man's cock up her cunt, that red hot cunt of hers. She loved the way that dick filled her up, crammed tightly up her twat as she rode him.
Linda's cunt gripped at the massive organ and she felt its power within her, that big black piece of dick meat sliding up, up inside her, fucking her as she rocked on it.
"That's real good, baby," Quinton said. "That pussy is real fine. Fine young pussy."
He pumped his hips upwards, driving that long thick piece of cock meat up Linda's tight little twat, filling her with the thickness of his hard cock, driving it to the brink d then holding back.
Linda bucked up and down, riding that hard cock as she felt it throb and shoot.
SPLAT!
She felt that hot load of cur, shoot up inside her tight pussy. SQUIRT!
That cock shot its load deep inside her and her hungry pussy sucked it up, sucked up that hot, sweet cream as she rocked back and forth on his cock, taking that whole cock up her twat and milking it dry.
* * * * *
Linda missed Quinton dreadfully. He had been called back home to Trinidad because his father was gravely ill.
"I'll be back as soon as things happen," he told her. "I won't stay any longer than I have to."
But he had been gone nearly three weeks now and she was going out of her mind. He had thought that his father would either recover or die quickly, but the old man was faltering and reviving and slipping back again.
"It's all touch and go," he told her over the phone. "He may die anytime now. I can't leave just yet."
Linda had put the phone back in its cradle and cursed. "Damn it to hell," she said. "I miss him so much." .
Connie had offered to come over and stay with her for the night and she was glad that she was going to have company. She was lonely as well as missing her man.
"It's sweet of you to keep me company," Linda said as she snuggled up to Connie in the big bed in Quinton's bedroom.
"I'm glad to do it," Connie said. "I've been missing you, lately."
She and Connie had been friends since high school. They had come to share rooms in college quite naturally and it was only when Linda had lost her mind over Quinton that she and her best friend parted company.
"How's Greg?" Linda asked Connie. "You're still seeing him, aren't you?"
"Now and then," Connie said. "But not as much as I used to."
Connie and Greg had been almost a steady thing until a few weeks ago. She had drifted away from him and she was feeling horny.
"We ought to call somebody and have them come over and take care of us," Connie said. "Do you know any really hot guys?"
"I couldn't do that," Linda said. "This is Quinton's apartment."
"Well, it's yours too, isn't it?" Connie said.
"I suppose so," Linda had to agree. She did, after all, pay her share of the rent. She didn't want Quinton supporting her. Her family was quite well off and could afford to send her the monthly checks for the rent. Besides, it made her feel independent to be paying her share.
"Then, let's call some hot guys and have them over for a party," Connie said, reaching for the phone that was beside the bed.
"Who shall we call?" Linda said. "I really don't know any guys. I've given up every body since I met Quinton."
"I know a really nice guy," Connie said. "I think you'll like Bill."
Connie dialed Bill's number and she was fortunate to find him in.
"Hi there," she said. "Want to fuck a hot chick?"
"Who is this?" Bill asked, laughing at her blunt approach.
"Guess," Connie said. "The first three don't count."
"Come on," Bill said. "Give me a break. Who is it?" She told him and he laughed. "You're too much, Connie. What hot chick do you want me to fuck?"
"A friend of mine. She's really cute, you two should get to know each other," Connie told him. "Do you have a buddy that you could call? We'd like to have a little party."
"Sounds great," Bill said. He took the address of the apartment from her and promised that he would be right over with a friend of his, Tom.
Tom and Bill arrived shortly and Linda opened the door of the apartment to let them in.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Linda. Connie will be right out." She liked the looks of this Bill she decided when he introduced himself and Tom.
"Connie, this is Tom," Bill told the dark-haired girl as she came out of the bedroom.
Tom was about six feet tall. He had a dimple in his chin and that really turned Connie on.
"Here," Bill said, handing a paper bag over to Linda. "We thought you might like some white wine."
"Great," Linda said. "I'll get some glasses. Why don't you relax and find something nice on the radio that we could dance to."
Linda went into the kitchen and dug out some glasses and ice from the refrigerator. She was having trouble with the cork on the wine bottle though.
"Hey, I need some help in here," she called. From the other room she could hear some soft music playing. The wine would go well with the music.
"May I be of assistance?" Bill said, coming into the kitchen.
"Can you open this?" Linda said. "I've managed to break the cork."
"You should have let me do it in the first place," Bill said. "This is no job for a lady." He found a knife in a drawer and managed to pry the cork loose. It came out in pieces.
"Thanks," Linda said, taking the bottle from him. "Do you want ice in your drink?"
"Sure," Bill said.
She filled the-glasses and put them on a small tray that was on the counter top.
"Shall we serve?" she asked, turning to Bill.
"Let's," he said. They moved to the living room where Connie and Tom had begun dancing.
The lights were low and the mood mellow. Linda sat down on the sofa and Bill sat beside her. They watched the dancing couple for a moment. Tom was really a good dancer, he was leading Connie to a slow, grinding beat.
"Would you like to dance?" Bill asked Linda.
"No thanks," she said. "Let's just sit this one out, shall we?"
"Fine with me," Bill said. "The company is good."
"Why thank you, sir," Linda said, she liked him.
Linda had to agree with Connie. Bill was very good looking. She wondered why she had not noticed him before.
Connie and Tom were really getting into it now. He had his hands on her ass and was rubbing the cheeks of her butt while he held her closely. They were getting quite heated up.
Linda leaned into Bill and put her mouth on his and kissed him. He felt her moist tongue slip into his mouth and he took it.
She pressed herself against him, perky little tits brushing his chest as he put his arms around her. She felt his manly strength and her pussy started to quiver.
Bill was gentle with her, holding her securely, but not roughly. It made her feel good.
Connie and Tom had stopped dancing now. They were standing clutched together, Tom's mouth covering Connie's as she pressed her body to his, feeling his hard cock through his pants.
Linda felt Tom's hands on her tits as she continued to kiss him. His hands were firm but gentle, taking those perky little tits of hers and caressing them with a loving feeling.
Linda slipped a hand into Bill's lap and encircled the lump of his cock with her hand. It was not so large as Quinton's, but was a good handful.
She squeezed Bill's cock as he played with her tits, pinching the nipples gently with his fingers and rolling the hardening little knobs. He felt her nipples stiffen to his touch and his cock was throbbing from the gentle touch she had on it.
Connie and Tom moved toward the bedroom and went inside. They began to remove their clothes and lay down on the bed.
Connie lay on her back, her legs open wide as
Tom slid into position and placed the head of his cock between her hot pussy lips. He felt the steamy heat of her cunt as she opened for him and he slipped his prick inside her, feeling the tightness of her cunt as she clamped around his cock.
"That really feels good," Tom said. "Good fucking pussy."
Linda reached inside Bill's open fly and pulled his cock out. Strange to have a cock in her hand other than Quinton's. He was the first and the only one so far.
She looked down at her hand and its contents. Bill's cock was a good size, but it was no where near as large as Quinton's huge member. She thought how inadequate it looked.
Bill pulled Linda's sweater up and she struggled with him to get it off. Her perky tits stood at attention, the nipples pink and hard.
Bill's mouth found her tits, sucking on the nipples as he pulled at her skirt, forcing her to wriggle out of it. Linda stood up, Bill's mouth still affixed to her nipples and stepped out of her skirt. She pulled her panties down and discarded them as well.
Bill held the naked girl in his hands as he began to kiss her all over. He licked at her breasts, her stomach and dived his head down to her crotch and she spread her legs as he dived into her warm little muff.
Tom's cock was firmly implanted in Connie's cunt and he was rocking back and forth, sliding that hot cock up her sweet pussy. Connie's snatch felt tight around his dick as re rammed it to here, giving her all he had.
Bill's tongue slipped inside Linda's pink pussy slit and she felt the warmth and wetness of it inside her. She loved this. Quinton had never eaten her like this. It was a thrilling experience for her.
"That's good," she whispered. "So good, so good."
Bill was really wailing at the opening of her cunt. He slashed that wet tongue deep into her hot little twat, taking long swipes with his tongue, licking and sucking at that sweet honey pot of hers, tasting her warm juices as she moistened herself.
Bill buried his face in her warm muff as Linda gripped his head firmly with her hands and guided him to her secret places.
He tickled her clit with his tongue and she gasped in pleasure at the feeling. He was treating her to something brand new, something that she had never had done to her before-and she loved it.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned. "Do it to me. Yes, do it good."
He was slicing at her cunt with his tongue, ramming that wet piece of flesh inside her hot little twat when the bright living room lights glared on.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Linda screamed when she turned and saw Quinton standing there.
She jumped back from Bill and grabbed up her clothing that was strewn on the floor. Bill sat on the couch, his cock jutting from his open fly.
"Linda," Quinton said. "I thought I'd surprise you. I was at the airport when I called before. But I guess you're the one with the surprises."
"Let me explain.. . " she began. But realized that there was nothing to explain.
The facts were obvious.
She ran to the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
"You've got to get out of here," Linda said to the two who were fucking on the bed. "He's back-Quinton!"
A very embarrassed Tom joined an equally embarrassed Bill in the living room.
"Just go, please," Quinton said. "All of you."
Connie had gotten dressed and she joined the men at the door. They were caught with their pants down, so to speak.
"Sorry.. . " Bill said lamely and then went out the door. Tom and Connie followed him.
Quinton walked to the bedroom door and knocked on it.
Linda had locked herself in and was crying.
"Linda," Quinton said. "Open the door, we have to talk."
FOUR
It had taken Linda a long time to open the door of the bedroom. She did not want to face Quinton, but eventually she had to.
He was sitting in the living room when he heard the door of the bedroom open. He turned and looked up.
Linda stood in the doorway, her pretty little face in a pout. She had been crying and her eyes were red.
"I'm sorry," she said in a tiny voice.
Quinton did not smile.
"You have shamed me," he said in a dignified voice. "I am shocked."
"Oh, Quinton," she said, running to the chair where he was sitting and throwing herself to her knees in front of him. "It didn't mean anything, believe me."
"I have to disagree with you," Quinton said. "It meant quite a lot."
She felt the flush of shame on her face.
"What can I do to make it up to you?" she cried, putting her head on his knee.
"I don't know," Quinton said.
Sobs shook her body as she began once more to cry. She wished that the earth would open and swallow her.
The sight of the pretty blonde girl on her knees in front of him, sobbing, touched Quinton. He knew that she was ashamed of what he had caught her doing and he should forgive her, but it was difficult.
"You know what we do to women who do things like that in my country?" he asked.
"Beat me," she wailed. "I deserve it."
"No, I will not beat you," Quinton said quietly. "But I don't know what I will do."
Linda looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes. His quiet was disturbing to her. If only he would yell at her, call her a filthy slut and get it over with. But he was so calm.
He took her face in his hands and held it there. Her tears were flowing down her cheeks and he felt their moistness.
"I don't think I want to live with you anymore," he said.
"No, not that," Linda said. "Please don't leave me. I love you so much."
"Love?" Quinton laughed bitterly. "You don't know the first thing about love. You could never have done something like that if you really loved me. I could trust a woman who really loved me, but you.. . " He did not finish the thought.
"I know I'm no good," Linda cried. "But please, see if you can find it in your heart to forgive me. It will never happen again."
"I know it will never happen again," Quinton said quietly. "I shall return to my home in Trinidad. My father is dead. I will head my own house now. But without you."
"Don't leave me," she cried, clinging to his legs.
"I must," he said. "You have given me no choice. I would never have respect for you again-or for myself."
Linda fell to the floor as Quinton stood up and brushed her aside. He walked to the bedroom and entered. She could hear drawers opening as he began to pack his clothes.
"Wait!" she cried, running to the bedroom door. "I will leave. You can stay. You should finish the semester and graduate. You've worked so hard for it."
"It doesn't matter," he said, flinging clothes into his suitcase that was spread out on the bed. "You stay here. The rent is paid till the end of the semester. You may as well make use of the place. You can entertain your friends here."
Linda watched him as he methodically emptied his drawers and filled his suitcase. He was not going to change his mind, she could see that.
"Please," she said, clutching at his hand as he passed her. "Give me another chance."
"No," he said. "You had your chance to be faithful to me and you failed."
"I was so lonely," she cried, holding onto his hand. "You must understand."
"I do not understand and I never will," he said. "We are too different from one another. I would never have done anything like that to you."
Linda let go of his hand. It was useless. She had hurt him too deeply. There was no recapturing what they had had. She had ruined it forever.
Quinton went into the living room and began packing his books. Linda did not have the heart to watch him. She went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed-the bed that she would never share with him again.
Quinton left quietly and she was alone.
* * * * *
The party was in full swing and Linda knew it was a success. Everybody in the drama department had showed up and she was delighted with the attention that she was getting.
A circle of young actors paid her compliments on the way she looked and at her good luck with being hired to work in a New York theatre in the fall.
"You'll take New York by storm," one of the young men told her.
She smiled at him. He was a handsome looking black dancer named Gilbert.
"You will take the dance world by storm one of these days," she told him. She had seen him perform at a recital recently and was greatly impressed not only by his terrific body, but by his talent.
"Of course, I will," he laughed, his flash of white teeth showing against his dark skin.
Since Quinton had left her, Linda had collected quite a circle of young male friends-all of them black. She had discovered that he had not been the only black man with a huge cock. Nearly every one that she had been to bed with had been endowed with a tremendous cock.
She noted the hefty bulge in Gilbert's crotch and knew that there was a prize piece of black stud meat there.
The party seemed to drag on forever. Linda grew weary of the crowd of well-wishers.
At last, though, the drama students made their way homeward and she could relax with Gilbert, who she had asked to stay.
"Do you want some help cleaning up this mess?" Gilbert said, looking at the party debris that was strewn from one end of the apartment to the other.
"It will wait till morning," Linda said. "I want you to help me with something more interesting. She crossed the room and pressed her small body against that of the black dancer. His firm muscles responded to her and he wrapped his arms around her, covering her mouth with his and driving his thick tongue into her wet, moist lips.
Linda felt the strength in his dancer's body and melted into his arms. Gilbert lifted her from the floor and carried her to the bedroom. He kicked the door open and quickly crossed the room. He lay Linda down on the bed and stretched out beside her. Their bodies touched as he put his arms around her petite form and pulled her to him.
Linda could feel the hard cock that was pressed against her hip as Gilbert crushed her to him. He was strong, very strong.
Linda lay back and let the young black dancer kiss her lips, her eyes, her neck. He picked at the buttons on the front of her dress and pulled them open. The garment fell away and she lay there in just her bra and panties, the dress wide open.
"Such lovely skin," Gilbert said, running a black hand over the creamy smoothness of her stomach. Linda quivered at his touch.
Gilbert's touch was sure and strong. There was no hesitation as he tugged at her panties, pulling the skimpy garment away as she raised her ass from the bed and let him strip her.
Her bra came next and she tossed it aside as Gilbert stood to begin removing his clothes.
Linda watched him greedily as he stripped off his sweater and shirt and then his pants. His dark brown skin glistened in the dim light of the bedroom. She lay panting on the bed as he dropped his shorts and his cock popped lip.
Huge.
He had a huge cock, just like she knew that he would have. It was as big as Quinton's if not bigger. She greedily reached for the swinging dong with her hand and slid to the edge of the bed.
Linda's hot mouth opened and she took the great head of his cock into her wet mouth and began to suck on it.
Gilbert closed his eyes and held here by the shoulders as she pumped his cock into her mouth, sliding down the great shaft of it, taking all that she could take into her willing mouth.
Gilbert's balls were full. He felt her hand cup them and she felt the great weight of them as she slowly sucked on his meat, taking that large brown dick down her white throat, sucking and licking at the huge piece of cock meat.
"That's so good," he said, feeling the warm tongue sliding up and down the shaft of his prick, sucking and licking at him.
Linda gripped the tremendous rod with both hands and held it firm as she sucked on it. Gilbert could feel her wet little tongue licking at the piss slit in the head of his cock, taking swipes at the shaft of it and running down to his balls.
Linda opened her mouth and took one of his nuts inside her mouth and sucked it as she stroked his wet cock with her hand. He could feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding his ball, sucking it inside.
"That feels so good, so good," he said, stroking her long blonde hair as she sucked his nuts. First one, then the other, sucking that big sack of black nuts into her sweet little pink mouth.
Her thumb pried at the head of his cock, pulling the piss slit wide open and feeling the sticky pre-cum that was gathering there. She spread it over the head of his great black dick and Gilbert felt his meat getting slick and slippery.
Linda gripped the cock hard and sucked on those balls, taking them all the way into her mouth as she crouched on the bed, her perky tits standing ripe and ready.
Gilbert cupped his hands under her breasts, feeling their weight as Linda sucked on his cock, taking that big piece of meat deep into her throat, sucking and licking at the tremendous shaft of black cock meat that she held trapped in her mouth. His hands on her tits sent a thrill through her whole body.
His dark-skinned fingers clasped her pink and white breasts as he felt her hot mouth taking his cock, taking that big cock as far as she could get it into her warm, wet sucking mouth.
"Stretch out," he said. "Let me eat you, too." Linda stretched out full length on the bed, her legs spread wide.
Gilbert climbed onto the bed and thrust his prick in her face as he bent his head over the warm and moist love bush that nestled in her crotch. He slipped his tongue into that warm pink slit and thrust it hard inward.
Linda gasped as she felt the black dancer's tongue enter her hot little twat. She spread her legs and clamped his head between them as Gilbert poked his tongue inside her, licking at the warm wetness that he found deep within her cunt.
Linda's cunt was boiling. She was so hot and creamy. She flooded his mouth with her juices as he pumped his cock deep into her throat, fucking that pretty face of hers, his balls aching with the load that he had to shoot.
The hot, sweet honey that flowed in her pussy coated Gilbert's tongue as he sloshed it inside that tight little love slit of hers. He loved the taste of her juices as she creamed herself, gasping in short little breaths as she brought herself off against his tongue.
Gilbert's thick cock throbbed and he felt his hot load ready to shoot. He rammed his meat into Linda's eager, sucking mouth and shot his wad.
WHAM!
He fucked her in the face. SPLAT!
His thick gobs of hot cream shot against the back of her throat and she choked it down as he ate the cream out of her sweet pussy, sucking those juices up as he pumped his own load into the blonde girl's hot and eager sucking mouth.
Linda licked up all that hot juice of his and swallowed it down, taking his load as she emptied her own genes into his hot mouth, flooding him with her love potions.
* * * * *
Linda's arrival in New York came on a brilliant, summer day. The sky over the city was cerulean blue, crystal clear.
She stepped off the plane at Kennedy Airport and gazed upwards.
It was a good omen, she felt. The clearness of the sky indicating to her that this was indeed a fresh start. She would have a chance to begin again. Her contract with the Pericles Repertory Company was tucked in her purse. She felt herself a very lucky young woman. Not many actresses arrived in New York with a contract to perform already signed. Most had to search the trade papers and audition endlessly before they even got a chance to be seen.
Linda Lamprey, however, was not an ordinary girl. She had always counted herself lucky. Her parents had doted on her and the men that she had known in her life had been very good to her. She regretted the problem that she had had with Quinton. It had not been her wish to hurt him, but that was in her past now.
Linda looked forward to the future with hope in her heart.
The hassle of retrieving her luggage at the carrousel in the airport was a necessary evil to be endured. Linda set her mind to accept the mundane problems of getting from the airport to the hotel room in the Village that she had arranged for herself. It was near the theatre and she would be able to walk to rehearsals-and eventually to performances. She had a brilliant future ahead of her, she just knew it.
"Need some help with all that luggage, miss?" Linda heard a soft voice say. She turned and smiled into the handsome face of a young Spanish red cap.
"I certainly do," she said. She could never have handled the multiple suitcases that she had brought with her alone. She definitely needed some help. The young man gathered her luggage and placed it on a rack that he wheeled along.
"Need a cab or the limo service?" he asked Linda as they made their way towards the exit of the bustling airport.
"Limo service?" Linda asked. "You mean a real limousine?"
"Well, that's what they call it," the Spanish red cap said, "actually its a bus that takes you to the bus terminal on 42nd Street."
"I think a cab," Linda said. She didn't envision arriving in Manhattan on a bus and being delivered to a bus terminal. Didn't sound glamorous enough to her.
The red cap led her to the taxi stand and helped the driver load Linda's luggage into the trunk of the vehicle.
She got into the cab and handed the red cap a $10 bill. She hoped it was a sufficient tip. She didn't really know.
From the healthy smile that he gave her, she figured that it had been at least an adequate tip. She was pleased. She felt generous this morning.
The cab driver turned to her.
"Where to, young lady?" he asked. Linda gave him the address of her hotel. She didn't know New York and hoped that it would be easy for him to find.
"No problem," the driver told her. "You just relax and we'll have you there in no time."
Linda sat back in the back seat of the taxi and enjoyed the ride from Kennedy Airport into Manhattan. It was mid-morning and the traffic was not bad. They achieved entrance into the magical island with little problem.
The drive to Greenwich Village was exciting to her. She had heard about the Bohemian section of New York all her life. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to be living there.
The narrow streets of the Village were charming to her as she gazed out the taxi window. So many old houses, dating back to the colonial periodnearly perfectly preserved. She would love to live in one of them. Maybe if she became a famous actress, she could afford one of the old town houses.
"This is it," the taxi driver announced, pulling up to the curb in front of a canopied entrance way. Linda looked out at the entrance to the hotel she had arranged to live in and her heart skipped a beat. It was an impressive entranceway. She hoped the rest of the hotel was as nice.
The driver helped her unload her luggage and carried it into the lobby for her. He set it down in front of the mahogany desk and waited patiently.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked.
"Twenty-six dollars," the driver told her.
Linda handed him thirty and smiled.
"Welcome to the big city, miss," the driver said and left her alone in the lobby.
Linda rang the little bell that was on the hotel lobby desk. She looked around the lobby at the dark old wooden furniture that decorated it. It was like something from a Hollywood movie. She loved it.
A huge mirror dominated the lobby and she could see her reflection in the glass as she stood waiting to be shown to her room. She was wearing a light green dress that showed off her figure to good advantage. She smiled at her reflection, knowing that she was beautiful.
"May I help you?" she was startled to hear a voice behind her say. She had not heard anyone approach.
Turning, she faced a tall black woman who was of indeterminate age. But she was extremely attractive.
"Yes," Linda told her. "I had written to reserve a room. I have the confirmation here," she reached into her purse to find the letter from the hotel that had confirmed her reservation.
"Oh, you are Miss Lamprey," the black woman said, noting the address on the letter that Linda handed her. "Of course, we have been expecting you."
The woman returned the letter to Linda and brought out a small white card.
"If you would just sign this, please," the black woman said. "Welcome to New York."
"Thank you," Linda said. "I just know I'm going to love it here."
The woman smiled at Linda, a sad smile. So young, so fresh, she thought. The city will be hard on her. She seems so innocent.
Linda finished the registration card and looked up at the black woman. She was puzzled by the expression on the woman's face. She looked like she felt sorry for Linda.
The expression on the woman's face changed quickly. She beamed.
"Thank you," she said, taking the white card from Linda. "Let me show you up to your room." the black woman came from behind the desk and led the way to an elevator. "You can just leave that stuff here. I'll have it brought up for you as soon as Walter gets back from the bank."
"Thank you," Linda said. She didn't relish the idea of carting all that luggage by herself.
The elevator door closed on them and the two women ascended to the eighth floor. Linda followed the woman down the hall and she stopped in front of a door.
Turning a key in the lock, the black woman pushed open the door to Linda's room. Linda passed in front of her and entered the room.
It was much smaller than she had hoped it would be, but clean and attractively decorated in bright colors. The thing that made it perfect though was the view of a large park outside the window.
"That's Washington Square," the black woman told her. "I hope you find the room satisfactory."
"Oh, it's lovely," Linda said, turning to face the woman. "I just know I will be happy here."
"Here is your key," the woman told Linda. "Walter should be back very soon. I'll have him bring up your things."
Linda thanked the woman for her kindness and watched her leave the room, closing the door behind her.
Linda ran to the window and gazed out. This was lovely, she thought. A view!
It wasn't long before she heard a knock at her door. She went to it and opened the door.
"You must be Walter," she said to the muscular black young man who stood outside the door to her hotel room, laden with her matching luggage.
"Must be," he grinned at her. "Where do you want this stuff?"
"Oh, anywhere," Linda said. "Just leave it anywhere. I have a lot of unpacking to do."
Walter carried the luggage into Linda's room and placed it neatly in the middle of the floor. He turned to her, smiling. She wondered how much she should tip him.
"Anything else you need?" Walter asked her.
"No, thank you," Linda said. "Just a minute." She crossed to the desk where she had placed her purse and opened it. Fumbling inside for her wallet, she sensed Walter's eyes boring into her back. She turned and caught him looking longingly at her hot little butt.
He was a good looking young man, and black-the way Linda liked them.
"Thank you so much, Walter," Linda said, thrusting $10 bill into his hand.
"Thank you, miss," Walter said, smiling a broad smile that made Linda's heart skip a beat. He really was attractive, she thought.
She couldn't help dropping her eyes to his crotch. She was delighted to see a large bulge there. Walter noted the direction of her gaze and grinned.
"If there's anything else you need," he said, "just call the front desk. I'll be right here, anytime you need me."
Linda felt the growing sexual tension between them and giggled.
"Okay, and thanks, Walter. I'll do that," she said.
He made a little nod with his head and started for the door. Linda had an urge to call him back, but let it pass.
There would be plenty of time later on to find out everything she wanted to know about Walter. She was a New Yorker now.
FIVE
Linda felt a hush in the theatre. She had just given her first reading for the Pericles Repertory Company and awaited the reaction.
"You have a fine understanding of the role," the director said at last. "You will be a great Desdamona."
She was pleased, but had expected as much. After all, she had done a really fine job with her role in "Othello" with her lover Quinton as the jealous Moor; the actor who was to play it with her here at the Pericles was slightly older than Quinton, and bigger. He stood six feet five and was a towering figure of a man. His dark features were strong and masculine. Linda felt herself drawn to him immediately.
"This is Robert Duval," she had been told, "he will be your Othello."
The director's name was Keith Gardner, he was a young man with dark red hair. He had an enthusiastic manner that thrilled Linda. She was delighted to be a member of the company and they were-likewise pleased to have the diminutive blonde as their resident ing�nue.
The season had been selected before Linda was hired. They would be opening in the fall with "Othello" and would follow that with "The Importance of Being Earnest."
"Cymbeline."
"The Revenger's Tragedy" and then "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Linda had major roles in all the plays and had a tough time ahead of her. She was pleased that she had a head start on "Othello"; it would make the rest of the season easier for her.
"You've played Desdamona before," Robert Duval said. It was a statement. Not a question.
"Yes," she said as they walked towards the exit of the theatre. It was break time. After the break they would begin blocking out the first scenes of the play. "I did it in college."
"You have a fine feeling for the role," Robert said, looking down at the small blonde who was to play his wife.
"Thank you," Linda said. She knew that he was interested in more than her acting ability and that was fine with her. He was a truly handsome man and the closer she became with her Othello, the better the performance would be. She'd show New York audiences what a real actress was!
"Would you like to go for coffee?" Robert Duval asked her.
"Love to," Linda said. "Where shall we go?"
"There's a little place just around the corner," Robert told her.
"Lead the way," Linda said.
It was a warm day outside. The theatre was air conditioned, but when Linda and Robert hit the street, she felt the heat.
"Goodness," she said. "I hope this weather breaks soon. It's stifling."
"What we need is a good rain," Robert said. "That would clear the air."
The coffee shop was busy, most of the cast had come here and Robert led her to a table near the back, away from the others.
"We'll be spending enough time with them," he said. "Let's get to know each other better."
"Fine," Linda said. She was willing to let the man take charge. She liked a man who took charge and Robert Duval looked like he could really handle any situation.
"Where are you from?" Linda asked him after they had ordered espresso coffee.
"California," he told her, "the northern part."
"I've never been there," she said. "Is it nice?"
"Not particularly," he said. "We lived on a ranch. It was a lot of hard work."
"When did you decide to become an actor?" she asked.
"As soon as I learned to walk," he laughed. "Always wanted to do it."
"Me too," Linda said. "It's in my blood."
They sipped at the coffee. Linda didn't particularly like. it. It was too strong for her.
"We have to get back soon," Robert told her, checking his watch. "We only have a half hour break."
"Slave drivers than what directors are," Linda said.
"Right," Robert said. "Maybe we could get together later and go over our lines."
"That would be fine," Linda said. She was looking forward to getting to know this man better. Studying lines was a perfect opportunity.
They returned to the theatre and began the grueling task of blocking out the movement for the play.
* * * * *
"This is really nice," Linda said, admiring the loft where Robert lived. It was in an area of New York City known as SoHo. He told her that a lot of actors and artists lived there.
It was basically one enormous room that he had divided into areas with plants and art objects. He led her to a round couch and she collapsed on it.
"That rehearsal was really tiring," she said. "Keith is very physical, isn't he?"
The play was being directed like a track meet. The actors ran and leaped and did a lot of acrobatics. It was going to be an exhausting show to perform, but Linda liked the concept of it. She thought that it would startle the critics.
"Speaking of physical," Robert said. "Would you like me to massage your back. You're not used to Keith's way of doing things."
"That would be wonderful," Linda said.
"Stretch out," Robert said. "Lie on your stomach."
Linda lay down on the large round couch and Robert knelt beside her. She felt his strong hands on her back and relaxed into the feeling. He was a good masseur, firm yet gentle.
"Oooooh, that feels good," Linda said, feeling the muscles in her back release their tension as Robert's strong black hands moved over her small frame.
He could feel the smallness of her delicate body as he kneaded her flesh through the thin dress that she was wearing. Linda felt safe at his hands.
"You're really good at that," she said luxuriating in the feeling of having her body manipulated by the strong black actor. His hands explored her body, making her feel warm and sensual.
She slowly rolled over onto her back and looked up into Robert's dark face. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth.
Linda's hands moved up and went around his neck, pulling him down to her. She felt his warmth and heat as he pressed himself to her, covering her small body with his big one.
He was strong. Linda felt his strength as he put his arms around her, pulling her tightly to him, kissing her mouth more aggressively, his tongue slipping inside as he held her tightly crushed to him.
Linda clung to Robert's neck, letting him pull her upwards from the couch, her firm breasts pressing into his massive chest. She felt the heat passing between them.
Robert lay her back down on the couch and slipped his hands over her breasts, caressing those firm, ripe melons as she gave into the feelings of passion that were coursing through her body. She loved the feel of his hands on her tits, those large, strong hands taking charge of her body.
Linda's nipples stiffened as Robert's fingers rubbed over them. The yellow dress that she was wearing was thin. He could feel the firm flesh under the sheer fabric of the light summer frock that she wore. Her lacy bra gave little resistance as he slipped his hand over the round, warm breasts that responded to his touch.
Linda loved the feeling of his hands on her tits. She began breathing in short little gasps as he slid his dark hands inside her dress, feeling the warm flesh of her tits.
His fingers found her nipples and pinched them as Linda heaved her breasts upwards to meet his inquiring search. She filled his hands with the pert little breasts, her nipples stiff and erect.
Linda sat up and Robert reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress. She struggled to remove the garment and he helped her, stripping her of her dress, then her bra.
Linda gripped the elastic waistband of her panties and slid them down over her legs, revealing the honey colored bush of her hot little snatch that was already moist.
Robert stood up and removed his shirt and dropped his pants. His black gleaming body shone with perspiration in the dusky room.
Linda longed to have that black body cover hers, that thick black cock that was already hard deep inside her. She reached up her arms from where she lay and received Robert into them.
He kissed her tits, rubbing his smooth face over the softness of her flesh. She smelled his musky odor and filled her nostrils with the warm aroma of black male flesh.
Robert's tongue explored Linda's tit flesh, licking and taking those perky pink nipples into his mouth, sucking on those hard little knobs as Linda writhed in ecstasy on the bed under his touch. She felt the warm wetness of his mouth on her skin and her quim quivered.
Robert's face slid down her body, kissing her stomach, licking its way past her navel to her warm, moist bush. Linda spread her legs and felt the inquiring tongue slide into the tight slit of her pussy.
Robert's mouth covered her snatch, his tongue driving into that warm little nest of hers as she writhed and squirmed under him.
She felt that tongue touch the tip of her clit and a little electrical shock went through her. She felt the warm cream of her orgasm begin.
Robert licked at that hot little twat of hers, tasting the moist sweetness of Linda's honey pot. He dived that tongue in deep, sucking that cunt as Linda squealed in delight.
"Oooooooh, yes," she murmured. "That feels so good, so good. Suck that pussy, suck it."
Robert's mouth clamped tight over her love nest and he rammed that tongue into her, sucking that twat and licking up the juices that flowed to meet his tongue.
Robert was seated on the couch next to her. He was bent low over her crotch, sucking that hot twat of hers. Linda groped with her hand and found the massive shaft of his cock. She closed her fingers around that rod as Robert sucked on her hot pussy.
The cock filled her hand. That huge cock in that little white hand. She loved the feeling of the great size of it, squeezing his cock with her fingers and feeling his hot tongue sluicing into her snatch, sucking up her juices as she stroked his prick.
The head of Robert's thick black prick extended beyond her hand as she gripped the firm shaft of it, feeling the circumference of it, the great roundness of that thick black cock meat. Linda loved the feel of that cock in her hand, that large, thick black cock. She loved the feel of his tongue in her twat, too, that sucking, licking tongue that was driving her to madness.
"Suck it," she gasped. "Suck that cunt. Suck it."
Robert's hot wet tongue dived into her pussy nest, dripping with the creamy juices that coated his tongue. He loved the taste of that hot little honey pot, sucking up those juices as they creamed and flowed to meet his inquiring, demanding tongue.
Driving deep within her, he felt her spasms as she came over and over again. That hot little twat of hers was on fire.
Robert pulled up from his position, looking down at the hot little blonde bitch who was squirming on his couch. She was hot, hotter than a firecracker and he was ready to ram that dick of his into her tight slit.
Robert moved to his knees, spreading Linda's legs wide as he took up his position. He gripped the thick shaft of his cock and lowered himself, moving toward that hot pink slit between her legs. Linda spread herself wide, ready to take that big piece of black cock meat. the head of his cock parted the lips of her pussy as Linda gasped in delight.
She was going to get fucked by that big cock, that huge piece of black cock meat.
Robert's dick slipped into her wet, gripping pussy and he slid it all the way in, feeling the incredible tightness of her slit as he pumped his meat into her, filling her with the thickness and size of his tremendous cock.
Linda gripped at that meat with her pussy lips, holding it tight within herself as Robert rocked back and forth, driving that thick dick up her twat, fucking her hot, wet pussy as Linda cried out in pleasure, little jabs of noise that rent the air of the apartment.
She felt that huge cock ramming into her cunt and grabbed at it with her pussy muscles, holding tight to the thick black cock that was fucking her, driving deeper and deeper into her cunt, filling her with the power of his thrusts.
Robert really rammed that cock inside Linda's cunt, feeling the tightness of it, that incredible tight pink pussy of hers taking that big black cock of his, holding it tight and squeezing strongly with her muscles.
Linda's twat was on fire. She could feel the little shots of cum squirting off inside her as he rammed that meat to her, filling her cunt with the power of his dick.
And then he shot.
SPLAT!
That big black cock of Robert's rammed up into her pussy and came. SPURT!
Linda felt the squirts of cum shooting off inside her, that thick piece of black meat ramming into her, filling her pussy with hot, thick gobs of cream.
She screamed in sheer delight as she felt the hot wads of cum squirting off inside her cunt. She gripped that cock with her tight muscles and milked it dry, taking that big load deep inside her, filling her twat with the thick load of hot creamy man cum.
Robert collapsed on top of Linda, crushing her tits to her chest with the weight of his body as he bore his dick hard and deep into her cunt, feeling the incredible lusliness of that hot little love pot.
She felt filled with his love. His hot love. And she drifted off to sleep with that huge cock buried inside her.
* * * * *
Linda awoke, groggy.
Where am I? she thought. She opened her eyes and looked around her. It was just dawn and the slight glow of sunlight streamed through huge windows. She was lying in the middle of a large circular couch.
Robert!
She looked around the large room. He was no where to be seen.
Lying there naked, Linda thought back to the night before, the incredible fucking that she had received from the dick of the man who was to be her new Othello. She felt wonderful.
And then she heard the key in the latch.
"Well, good morning," Robert said as he walked into the room and looked down at the naked blonde on his couch. "I thought you might be hungry." He was carrying bags from a deli.
"You are so thoughtful," Linda said.
He sat down on the couch, placing the bags on a table that was in front of the large circular couch. He bent over and kissed her hard on the mouth with his lush lips.
Linda loved the feel of that mouth on hers, that thick-lipped black mouth. He was a terrific kisser with that warm, sensual mouth of his.
Robert took the small blonde girl's body in his massive hands, crushing her nakedness to him as she clung to him with her mouth, her tongue driving into his mouth, sucking at his tongue with her lips as she felt a warm glow spreading through her body.
Linda's fingers slid over his thigh and she grabbed hold of his cock through his pants. As she held the thick lump in her hand she felt it growing hard. That thick dick of his was getting stiff again. Linda fumbled with his zipper, pulling it down and thrusting her hand inside. She grabbed hold of his cock and pulled it out through the opening of his trousers. Robert lay back and Linda swept downwards, taking the head of that dick into her mouth, sucking that dick hard as he lay there on his back, feeling her warm, wet mouth taking his meat inside.
Linda's tongue slipped over the head of Robert's dick, tasting the sweet meat as he groaned in pleasure.
"Yes, baby," he said softly. "Take that dick. Suck it. Suck that hard dick."
Robert's thick piece of meat slipped into Linda's mouth as she bobbed up and down on it, her perky little tits rubbing his legs as she threw herself into it, really sucking that cock.
Linda gripped the shaft of that big dick with her small hands, holding the thick piece of meat erect as she slithered her tongue over the head and down the sides, licking and sucking on that dick.
Robert writhed under her, feeling that warm, wet mouth covering his cock, taking that big piece of meat all the way into her throat.
Linda sucked on that dick, tasting the sweetness of his meat as Robert took hold of her head with his hands and guided her motions.
Slowly and surely she took that dick, took it all the way down her warm, wet throat, sucking that meat as Robert pumped it into her, filling her warm mouth with the length and thickness of his dick.
"Suck it," he moaned. "Suck that black dick, you white bitch, suck it."
Linda gobbled at the dick, feeling the hardness of it slipping deep into her throat, her hot, wet throat. She took that whole dick all the way to the balls.
Robert groaned in pleasure, feeling the deep throating that she was giving him, that light blonde hair of hers tickling him as she dived downwards on that huge fucking dick of his, taking that whole piece of man meat down her throat, licking and sucking and tasting his warm wet cock.
Linda crawled to her knees, bending low over Robert's cock, taking it all up inside her throat, slashing her tongue over the bulbous head of it, sucking hot black dick with her warm pink mouth.
"Suck it, yes, suck it," Robert chanted, pumping his hips upwards, driving that cock down her throat, filling her with his thickness, his beautiful black cock.
Linda gripped his nuts with one hand and squeezed on them, feeling the hard nuts that were full of thick cream.
She wanted to taste that cream, to have him shoot that white hot load down her throat.
She felt the veins in the sides of his cock shaft vibrating, spasming as he rammed his dick into her mouth, shoving that hot cock all the way down her throat and shooting his load. SPLAT! Linda tasted his cum. SPURT!
That black cock shot off inside her mouth, coating her throat with its hot, thick load of creamy man cum. Linda licked it up, sucked that dick, taking all of it down her throat and feeling the tremendous shudders that ran through Robert's body as he filled her with his hot load.
Linda fell forward on the bed, covering Robert with her naked body, feeling the hardness of his cock pressed against her tits.
"Now would you like that breakfast?" Robert asked.
"I already had breakfast," Linda said. "How about brunch?"
SIX
Walter watched the tight little butt of the blonde in 812 wriggle across the lobby to the elevator. His crotch had a hard knot in it and he wanted to take care of it.
"Hot enough for you?" he called to her from where he was leaning against a table in the lobby.
Linda turned quickly at the sound of his voice. He had startled her. She had not realized that anyone was in the lobby.
"It's terrible," she said. "My clothes just stick to me."
"I know what you mean," Walter said. "It's really a scorcher."
She was wearing a flimsy dress that clung to her body. He could see the firm swelling of her breasts inside that dress and the rounded outline of her lush hips. She sure was a little fox, he thought.
Linda smiled at Walter. He seemed to be an agreeable enough young man, she thought. And he was probably hung like a horse. She had noted the large bulge in his crotch the first day she had moved into the hotel and had promised herself that she would find out what it was all about.
"There seems to be some problem with the drain in my bathroom sink," she said, remembering a reason to invite the young black man to her room.
"I'll take a look at it," Walter said, moving towards her as the elevator door slid open.
"I'd really appreciate it," Linda said, stepping into the elevator. Walter followed her and pushed the button for the eighth floor.
She tried not to look at him as they rode up to her floor. She could feel his closeness in the small elevator and feelings of heat rushed through her body, making her pussy twitch.
She'd had the night off from rehearsal and had been to a movie. Her leading man was busy elsewhere for the evening and she was glad at the opportunity to see if she could make something happen between herself and Walter.
"Here we are," he said as the door slid open on the eighth floor. Linda led the way to her room and found the key in her purse and unlocked the door.
"I'll see what the problem is," Walter said, moving toward the bathroom, he switched on the light and Linda heard water splashing in the sink as he turned on the faucet.
"I see what you mean," Walter said from the bathroom. "It's not draining right."
Linda quickly slipped out of her dress and threw a light weight kimono over her nakedness. The dress had been sticking to her and even though she wasn't wearing a bra or slip, she had been too hot all the way home from the movie.
She slipped off her panties and kicked them under the bed.
"I'll have to get some tools," Walter said, coming out of the bathroom.
"Take your time," Linda said. "It's been acting up for about a week now. I just thought I'd mention it to you."
Walter got a good look at her legs as she sat on her bed and crossed them. She leaned back on her hands and the kimono fell slightly open, revealing the swell of her firm little tits.
Walter's cock gave a lurch as he felt the blood pulsing through it. Was this bitch coming on to him, or was he crazy?
He moved to the center of the room and looked down at the pretty blonde girl, who was sitting there on her bed.
"You look more comfortable now," he said.
"I just had to get those clothes off," Linda said. "Sticky."
"I feel the same way," he said. "Hot and sticky." He took a step towards her.
Linda looked up into his soft brown eyes and saw the desire there. She reached out a hand and brushed it over his crotch. His cock was hard.
"You seem to have brought your tool with you," she said quietly, gripping the thick shaft of his cock through his pants.
Walter gulped. He had not been mistaken, that hot little bitch was after him.
He moved closer to her and she groped his meat as he stood in front of her.
"like I told you," Walter said. "Anything I can do to serve you."
Linda smiled.
She took hold of Walter's zipper and pulled it down. She reached a hand inside and took hold of the thick piece of meat that she found there and pulled it out. She had been right in her suspicions, Walter had a really nice piece of cock meat. She gripped it with her hand and pulled him towards her, opening her lips and thrusting her tongue out.
The tip of Linda's tongue touched the head of Walter's dick and he gave a little gasp. Her tongue was warm and wet on the head of his cock.
Walter felt the soft wetness of the girl's tongue as it licked the head of his cock. Her hand was firmly wrapped around his stiff piece of prick and she licked the head of it, running her tongue along the piss slit and dipping into it.
Walter felt the heat coming from his nuts as he pushed his hips forward slightly, letting the head of his cock slip into the blonde girl's open mouth. He felt her teeth graze the skin of his dick as he entered her mouth.
Linda's warm tongue sliced at the cock, licking and sucking the head and the shaft of it as Walter began to pump his prick into her mouth, driving that cock inside her warm, wet lips that locked around the hardness of it.
Walter felt Linda's warm, wet lips closing around the shaft of his meat as he drove it into her face, fucking her in the mouth as she sat on the bed, her kimono falling open now and her sweet little body sitting there naked in front of him.
He reached down with his hands and rubbed them over her naked flesh, feeling the soft sweetness of her body as she sat there taking his dick into her mouth, sucking that pole with her hot lips as he gripped her tits and held them .tightly in his hands.
"Yeah," he moaned, "suck it. Suck that sweet cock. Suck it all."
Walter drove his cock into Linda's mouth, holding firmly to her young tits as he fucked her face, driving his cock into her throat, feeling that lush tongue of hers swipe at his cock, licking and sucking as he fucked her sweet mouth.
Linda tasted that sweet black meat, that hard black cock that was pumping into her throat, filling her with its hard thickness.
She gulped at the dick, taking it deep into her throat, sucking and licking that piece of meat as Walter pumped his hips, driving that cock deep, filling her with his meat.
"Take that dick," he whispered. "Suck that black cock, suck it."
He twisted her tits hard, pinching the nipples between his fingers as Linda took that piece of hot cock meat all the way into her throat, sucking that big dick, taking it all the way down her throat, pushing her nose into his fly as he rammed it to her, filling her mouth with his meat.
"Suck cock," he moaned. "Suck that fucking cock." She was really wailing on it now, taking that hot dick down her throat as Walter gripped her tits hard, feeling the sweet roundness of them as she gulped on his dick.
He loved the feel of that girl's hot mouth on his cock, that sweet pink tongue sliding over the head of his dick and sliding up and down the shaft of it, licking him with her wet warmth.
His hands felt good on her tits, those sweet little pink nippled tits. He pinched and squeezed on her nipples, twisting them this way and that as she took that dick and sucked it hard.
Walter stepped back from her and let his dick flop free. He knelt quickly in front of her and Linda threw herself back on the bed, spreading her legs wide as Walter dived into her hot little muff and rammed his tongue up inside her.
Linda gasped as she felt the black young man's tongue slice into her, slipping deep into her hot little twat, tickling her clit as he drove it home, filling her hot cunt with his tongue.
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh," Linda gasped, feeling the expert tonguing that he was giving her, . .that warm, wet tongue of his sliding fast and hard into her cunt, slipping deep and slashing at the tight walls of her pink pussy.
Walter really knew how to suck a girl's slit. He rammed that tongue of his inside, slapping it around and getting her wet and hot.
Linda felt the warm, wet thing slicing into her cunt and she creamed herself.
Walter tasted-the hot, sweet juices of her pussy coating his tongue as she writhed and wriggled, squirming under his touch.
Walter slipped that tongue deep, slicing into her as he felt his cock throbbing, that thick black cock of his. He wanted some of that hot pussy of hers.
Pulling himself up, Walter gripped his meat in his hand and lowered himself onto the bed where Linda was spread out. He slipped the head of that cock into the tight, wet lips of her pussy and rammed.
He shoved that big dick of his all the way inside her, filling her cunt with his powerful meat.
Linda gasped as she felt the huge piece of cock ripping into her, her legs were spread wide and she took it all, that whole fucking dick right up inside that sweet pussy of hers.
Walter loved that tight pussy, that hot sweet cunt of hers that was gripping his cock, his thick black piece of cockmeat that was ripping into her cunt, rilling her with his hard thick piece of meat. He rammed it hard, ripping into her twat as she screamed her pleasure.
"Fuck me," Linda screamed. "Fuck my hot pussy. Fuck that pussy. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Walter felt the heat in his nuts churning as he rammed that dick deep into Linda's tight twat. He felt the throbbing power of his man meat explode as he came inside her, driving that dick hard, hard, hard.
SPLAM!
His cock exploded inside her. WHAM!
That hot juice spurted up inside her twat, filling her with the thick load of creamy man cum that shot from the head of his cock.
SPLAT!
He shot. His cock squirting sweet cream into the blonde bitch's hot little twat, filling her with his thick, sweet cream.
Linda gripped that cock with her cunt lips, squeezing that meat as hard as she could, taking that thick dick and draining it of all its hot, sweet, thick cum.
* * * * *
Robert took Linda by the throat and gripped tight. It was the strangling scene in "Othello." She felt the great strength of his hands on her throat and looked up into his eyes.
Hatred shot from those eyes at her. Hatred for the unfaithful Desdamona. She felt a spasm inside her pussy.
The scene was very real and frightened her with its power.
The audience sat spellbound as the huge black man took the frail body of the girl he had just pretended to strangle in his arms and lifted it high. He tossed her onto the bed like a used rag doll and she fell limp, simulating death.
It was a powerful scene.
The rest of the play sped to its inevitable conclusion and the curtain fell to thunderous applause.
Linda took Robert's hand for the curtain call and they took their bows together.
"I thought you really were going to strange me," she said when the curtain was finally down. "That was really powerful."
"I couldn't hurt you," he said, now himself. The Moor was in retirement for the night.
Linda slipped out of her costume in the dressing room and hung it up. Her whole body was tingling from the excitement of doing a really fine performance. She and Robert had really made sparks onstage that night and she was really up.
"Want to come over to my place?" Robert said, sticking his head into the door of the dressing room. Linda frowned.
"I'd like to go out some place," she said. "Want to take me dancing?"
"Dancing?" Robert said. "You really want to?"
"Sure," she said. "Take me some place really hot where we can get down and really boogie."
She was wearing a skimpy bra and bright red panties. She looked really cute.
"You going dancing dressed like that?" Robert asked her.
"No, silly," she said. "I have a new dress that I want to wear. You'll like it."
"I'll wait for you out front," Robert said. "I want to talk to Keith about something."
"I'll be right out," Linda said. "I just want to get this fucking make-up off."
He kissed his hand and waved it at her and she turned to the dressing table and took gobs of cold cream and smeared it over her face, obliterating the make-up job that she had so carefully applied before the performance.
When she had wiped her face clean, Linda applied a little eye shadow to her lids and smeared a pink stick of lipstick across her mouth.
"There," she said. "That's enough." She didn't like to wear very much make-up on the streets. She thought that girls who did looked cheap. She had a perfectly lovely complexion and thought she looked best with as little make-up as possible.
Linda reached for the new dress that she had bought that afternoon. It was a pale green silk that slipped over her head and tied at the waist with a sash.
She admired her figure in the mirror. When she had tried on the dress at the store, she had really fallen in love with it. It clung to her body in just the right places, making her high little tits stand up and shove out the front of the dress. Her hips were wrapped tightly in the skirt that was slit up the front.
She really looked sexy.
Flipping off the light in the dressing room, Linda closed the door behind her and headed for the front of the theatre where Robert was waiting for her.
"There's my girl," he said as she entered the lobby. Keith was bending low over Robert and they both looked up to admire Linda.
"You look good enough to eat," Keith said.
"Why thank you, kind sir," she said in a deep Southern drawl and curtsied low. The low-cut front of her dress revealed deep cleavage that was achieved by the uplift bra that separated her tits and made two perfect melons of them.
"Are you ready?" Robert asked her.
"Ready, willing and able," Linda said. "Let's boogie."
* * * * *
The disco was deep in Harlem. Linda had never been there before and all the way uptown in the cab she had been excited.
As the blonde girl stepped out of the cab with the big black man, several youag men hanging around in front of the disco gave low whistles.
"Hey, mama," one of them called. "You sure look sweet."
Robert glared at the young dude and took Linda by the arm and escorted her to the entrance of the disco.
They walked through the glass doors and into the deafening sound of the sound system. Colored lights whirled above their heads as they entered the dance floor area.
Linda looked out onto a sea of black faces staring back at her from the depths of the room. She was apparently the only white woman in the place. She felt dangerous.
"I love it!" she screamed over the din of the music that was blaring from the sound system. "Let's dance!"
She threw her hips and began her sensual dance, weaving around Robert as they took to the dance floor. Linda wriggled her butt and shook her tits, laughing at Robert's expression. He was shocked.
Linda was a really wild dancer, shaking that hot butt of hers for everyone to see. She was getting quite a lot of notice, too, from all the black bucks who were hanging around the disco.
She was one hot little white bitch and she was turning them all on. She knew it too.
She knew that her hot little body was getting all the attention that she could muster. She was the center of attention for most of the room. Some of the black women were making nasty comments about her, but she couldn't care less. It was the black men who interested her. And she felt safe so long as she was with Robert. He was large and muscular. No one would mess with him.
Robert was getting turned on by her dancing, too. She swung that hot little butt of hers from side to side, swinging those jiggly hips of hers and shaking up the jell-o.
He knew what that hot little body felt like, too. He had slept with her frequently and knew every inch of that sweet little bod of hers.
Linda knew the effect that she was having on the men in the disco and it pleased her. She liked getting guys all hot and bothered.
"Let's take a break," Robert yelled at her. "I need something to drink."
"Fine," Linda screamed back at him and they began walking off the dance floor. Many eyes followed her butt as she sashayed her way to the bar on Robert's strong arm.
He lifted her up onto a barstool and she caught her breath. It was quieter in the bar area that was separated from the disco floor by strong plexiglass.
"Where did you ever learn to dance like that?" he asked her.
"From a fine gentleman of Trinidad," she said wistfully. Quinton had taught her how to dance like a black chick and she had caught on to the movements quickly. She'd added a few embellishments of her own, too.
Robert got her a cool drink and she took a sip of it. The liquor slid down her throat and she breathed deeply.
This was the life, she thought to herself, looking around the disco at all the handsome black men. She was smitten with Robert, but that didn't mean that she couldn't appreciate a handsome black stud when she saw one.
And there were several scattered around the disco. She let her eyes wash over the crowd and saw quite a few guys that she wouldn't mind tangling with. She had a hot pussy and it needed a big black cock inside it.
"Is that Robert Duval?" a voice said. Robert and Linda turned towards the voice. It was male and it was mellow.
The honey colored man who had that soft, luscious voice was as handsome as he sounded. He stood about six foot two and had broad shoulders. Linda liked the looks of him immediately.
"Carl!" Robert said in an enthusiastic manner, "Carl Yeager! How the hell have you been?"
Carl and Robert had been roommates in college back in California. He hadn't seen the man since he came to New York.
The two old roomies threw their arms around each other and Linda smiled at the handsome newcomer who stole a good look at the hot little blonde sitting on the barstool beside Robert.
"This is Linda," Robert said, introducing her to his buddy. "We're in Othello together."
"My pleasure, young lady," Carl said, bending low over her hand and kissing it. Linda laughed. It was such a courtly gesture.
"What are you drinking?" Robert asked Carl.
"Scotch and soda," Carl said, his eyes glued to Linda. She returned his look with brazen openness. There was no hiding the fact that there was an electric current between the two of them.
Linda felt her pussy warm at the thought of going to bed with the handsome, light-skinned black man. She felt like experimenting.
"So what are you doing in New York?" Robert asked Carl, handing him a Scotch and water that he had gotten from the bar man.
"Doing some graduate work at Columbia," Carl said. "So you finally made it as an actor."
"Made it? I don't know about that," Robert said. "Off off Broadway doesn't make you rich, but at least I'm working."
Carl took a long draw on his drink and let his eyes wander over Linda's luscious body as she displayed it for his pleasure. She was turning him on and she knew it.
Robert was so happy to see his old friend that he didn't really notice the looks that were passing between Carl and Linda. He slipped an arm around Linda's waist.
"Why don't you come over to my place for dinner one night next week?" Robert said. "Let's have a party."
Carl had his own idea of what a party would be and it wasn't with Robert that he wanted to do it. Linda and he were destined to get together, that was obvious to both of them.
"Sure," Carl said. "Let's make a date."
"The show is not on Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday night, which one would be good for you?"
"How about Monday?" Carl said.
"Fine," Robert said. He took out a pad and pen and jotted down his address and phone number for Carl. The honey-skinned man took it and put it in his shirt pocket.
"Let me cook," Linda said. "I'll make you a fine dinner."
"That would be great," Carl said. .
I'll
"Bring a date," Robert said. "I'm sure you've got some foxy chick lusting after that body of yours."
He did and she was sitting right there beside Robert.
Linda knew that she would have Carl. It was only a matter of time.
SEVEN
Carl Yeager had the smoothest skin that Linda had ever felt. It was like honey colored satin. He stretched his long legs out and she slid her naked body against his, feeling the fin muscles of the athletic body as he lay there, allowing her to worship him.
It had been quite simple to give him her phone number the night before when she had cooked dinner for him and Robert. Hi had called the next afternoon and here they were, wrapped in lust.
Linda loved the feel of his flesh. It was firm and silky. She gripped his humungous schwantz in her hand and kissed the head of it.
Carl let out a low moan as he felt the blonde girl's warm, wet tongue slide down the shaft of his cock, taking that piece of sweet meat into her mouth and beginning to suck on it.
"That's real good," he said, feeling the warmth of her mouth on his prick.
Linda tasted the hot pre-cum that formed little droplets at the piss slit in the head of his cock and sucked them up. they tasted sweet and precious.
Carl crossed his hands behind his head and let her take charge. She was hot and wet and she loved that dick of his. She sucked on the long pole and took the head of it into her mouth, her tongue forming little circles on the head and slipping down under the rim that separated the big cock from its head.
Carl spread his legs and let her slide between them, her small frame nestling between his legs as she rubbed her tits on his legs and sucked on his dick.
"Ooh, yeah, that feels nice," Carl said, sliding his legs tighter, trapping her body between. She felt the strength in his legs as he rubbed his long limbs against her body, feeling the soft womanliness of her hot little body.
Linda loved sucking that dick. It tasted sweet to her, sweet and luscious.
Carl's thick sack of nuts rested between his legs as he pumped his meat upwards, driving it deeper into Linda's eager, sucking mouth. She felt those balls with her hand and cupped them in the palm, testing their weight as she rimmed his meat with her tongue, sliding that hot tongue up and down that thick shaft of honey colored cock.
The warmth in the room was coming mainly from the two hot bodies on the bed. Linda could feel the heat in her twat boiling. She was wet and juicy inside and she wanted that cock.
Carl felt her pulling herself upwards as she straddled his legs and lowered her pussy towards that thick cock of his. He felt the head slide into her pink moist pussy lips and rammed upwards.
Linda let out a little cry of pain and pleasure as she felt Carl's thick cock sliding up inside her tight little twat. She loved the feel of that meat inside her and she rocked slowly back and forth feeling the dick slip into her tight wetness.
"Good," Carl moaned, feeling that tight pussy wrapped around his cock. Linda was taking that dick all the way up inside her, pulling that meat into her with the tightness of her pussy as she rocked her body back and forth, feeling that hot, thick cock filling her tightness with its great length.
Linda pumped that dick into her twat, taking all of it inside her as Carl lazed on the bed under her, feeling the hot, tight, wet pussy gripping his meat stick and milking it with her muscles. She twisted and turned, grinding her butt as she took that dick, took it all and swallowed it up with her tight, hot pussy lips.
Linda's cunt was tight. So tight. It felt so good on Carl's sweet meat. He rammed that dick up into her feeling the quivers inside her pussy as she shot off, bringing herself to climax as she rocked on his cock, breathing hard.
Her warm cunt enveloped that cock of Carl's and he felt the juice in his nuts churning as she took that dick of his-deep, deep into her hot pussy, squeezing and squirming on that meat pole,e fucking herself royally with his king-sized pecker.
Linda's cunt clutched at that meat pole, taking it so deep within her lush softness. She felt the hard head of his cock poking deep within her, exciting her as she poured forth her juices, flooding his cockshaft with the sweet cream of her hot pussy, sucking that dick up within herself and rocking on it, sliding it in, in, in.
Carl plowed that cock of his up, up into her cunt and he felt the hot juice in his balls boil over and shoot up the great length of his cockshaft and squirt into the clutching, hungry cunt that he was fucking. That hot blonde bitch's cunt was milking his cock as she rocked back and for, back and forth, gasping in pleasure as she felt that hot cock squirt inside her. SPLAT!
He rammed that dick up inside her and shot his wad. SPURT!
Carl's one-eyed monster spit its load. SQUIRT!
Carl's nuts shot off and he rammed that dick deep, deep into her pussy, filling her hot twat with his thick creamy load of man cum.
Linda felt her own orgasms coming over and over again as she took Carl's load, sucked that cream from his cock and held it tight inside her clutching, tight pink pussy.
She couldn't get enough of that hot cock of Carl's. She wanted to clutch it forever inside her hot pussy.
* * * * *
Linda began to realize that her desires were becoming an obsession.
She couldn't get fucked often or hard enough by big, black cock. White guys held no interest for her. There were several really attractive white actors in the Pericles Rep Company, but it was only black men who held any interest for herand it was becoming true that most all black men held interest for her.
She would see men on the street and wonder how big their dicks were, how they would do in bed.
They were all black.
She never fantasized about white cock. It just didn't interest her.
Linda's pussy twitched whenever she went for a ride on the bus or a subway. She would be surrounded by hot looking black guys and it would really turn her on. the introduction to the disco in Harlem had been here undoing. She found herself drawn to the place night after night.
Sbe always made out when she went there. She would sometimes go home with them, or if they lived too far away, they'd take a hotel room nearby or she would drag them back to the Village and have a hot night of sex with her stud of the evening in her hotel room.
One night she got something that she wasn't expecting, and it changed her life.
His name was Manuel and he was Brazilian. The minute Linda laid eyes on the slender man with the heavy Portuguese accent, she was hooked.
She spotted him on the dance floor. He was wearing a red stain shirt with huge puffy sleeves and tight white pants. His great snake of a cock curled down his leg and she could see the outline of the bulbous head of his huge cock as he writhed his body in rhythm to the disco music.
Linda was seated at a barstool overlooking the dance floor. She had no lack of male companionship. Several of the guys that she had already been to bed with were there that evening and one or two or even three would be hanging around the white fox, wondering if she ever gave anyone a second night.
It didn't seem like Linda stuck with any one man for very long. One night was it with her and then she would pick up another one and start all over again.
The reputation she was getting at the disco was that of a slut.
Manuel moved in a manner that reminded her of Quinton, her first black lover.
He had the graceful moves of a panther as he slithered around the dance floor, his hips undulating to the hard beating rhythm of the Latin sound that was blaring from the speakers.
Manuel's tight knit body gleamed with sweat as he danced and turned Linda into liquid putty.
Her pussy was creaming as she looked at the handsome man on the dance floor, jealous of the black girl he was dancing with. Linda felt hot.
She needed some air. Slipping off the barstool, she headed for the rear exit of the place. It was off an alley and closed at both ends. Most of the people who hung out in the alley did so to smoke reefer or snort coke.
Although the management of the disco was pretty adventurous, they didn't want any trouble with dope actually inside the club. In the alley was okay.
There weren't too many people in the alley behind the disco when Linda stepped out through the door, Here and there a couple were into some pretty heavy necking, his hand up her dress, her hand in his crotch, either with the zipper open or not, they were pretty friendly.
The dopers usually congregated in a darker corner of the alley, their sweet smelling marijuana cigarettes perfuming the Harlem night, or their hard sniffing noses poised over pocket mirrors with rolled up dollar bills acting as straws.
"Hey, white mama," she heard a husky voiced black man call, "you want some of this fine crank?"
Linda shook her head "no," she only wanted some air, to get away from the driving beat of the disco sound and take her mind off her obsession for a moment or two.
She couldn't get the vision of that man on the dance floor out of her head. She closed her eyes and all she saw was his slender body writhing to the beat of the disco drum, his huge cock snaking down his legs as he wriggled his sensual hips and ass.
She leaned against the wall and felt weak in the knees.
"It is hot, no?" he heard a voice say, low in her ear. She opened her eyes and there he was, standing inches from her, his handsome face smiling at her in the dusky alleyway.
Linda felt her heart jump into her mouth and her pussy go mushy inside.
"Indeed," she said.
Her eyes were glued to his crotch.
That huge cock of his was outlined perfectly by the tight leg of the white pants that it crawled down. She could feel it inside her as she ate it up with her eyes.
The man introduced himself as Manuel di Paolo y Santiago, in a gracious old-world way. Linda's breath was taken away by the sound of his heavily accented voice.
He leaned a hand on the wall behind her and moved his face close to hers. She could smell the musky aroma of his sweaty dark body and her own body gave off the odors of womanly lust.
Manuel reached into a pocket of his scarlet shirt and pulled out a small brown bottle of liquid. He twisted off the cap of it and thrust the end of the bottle up to his left nostril while holding a finger on the right one. He took a deep snort and held his breath.
As he held his breath, he offered the bottle to Linda. She looked strangely at the bottle. She had never seen anything of this type before.
Why the hell not? she thought to herself and imitated the movement that Manuel had done, sticking the brown bottle of evil smelling liquid up to her nose and taking a deep breath.
The stuff smelled like the locker room at college after gym class-dirty sweat socks.
But in a second, Linda felt a rush going to her head and she felt her heart begin pounding a mile a minute. She also felt the most incredible urge to stuff something long, hard and stiff into her cunt-an overpowering urge-a need of dark desire.
Linda opened her eyes which she had shut when the stuff hit her and looked into the handsome face of Manuel.
She reached out a hand and felt the slick, hard body that was leaning close to her. The touch of the man's body was electrifying. Sparks shot between them and Linda ran her hand quickly down his body and rubbed it against the growing hardness of his long, thick cock.
Manuel took another hit on the bottle and again offered it to Linda. She eagerly took it from him and rammed it to her nose and took a deep whiff of the foul smelling but exciting aroma.
Once again, her blood rushed through her body at an incredible rate and she felt the intense desire to fuck-right then and there.
She wanted that man's cock and she wanted it now. It didn't matter to her who was around and what they were doing or anything else in the whole fucking world. The most important thing to her at that moment was the stiff brown cock that she was groping with abandon through the tight white pants of the Portuguese dancer.
Manuel pressed his lips to Linda's and rammed his tongue down her throat as hard as she could. She caught her breath as she fell back against the wall, Manuel pressing his body down onto hers, her hand gripping his cock hard, feeling that huge tool grow to tumescence inside his pants.
Linda gripped that huge cock in her hand as she felt the tongue of the Brazilian slide down her throat, she was trying to maintain, but it was hard. The drug that she had sniffed had turned her into an insatiable slut.
Her hand grabbed at the man's cock, holding it tight as she pressed her tits into the man's lower chest. He towered over her tightly compacted five foot three frame and she was at a good height to get a really great hold on his prick.
Linda felt that hard piece of meat in her hand as she breathed deeply again. Manuel was shoving the small brown bottle up under her nose as he rammed his tongue down her throat.
She tasted the hot spit in his mouth and sucked it from his tongue.
Manuel put his hands around Linda and cupped her hot ass with the palms. He felt the round compact butt of the little blonde actress and rubbed her globes hard.
Linda loved the feel of those manly hands on her butt. She felt those hands exploring the warm flesh beneath the sheer dress that she was wearing. Her pussy quivered in anticipation.
Manuel was obviously the chosen stud for the night.. She could not think of anyone else as he held her butt and she gripped his thick piece of meat with her hand, feeling the great length of it and wanting that dick inside her cunt, wanting it more than anything she had ever wanted.
The heady feeling that she had was due in large part the the amyl nitrate that she had sniffed, those seductive poppers that turned her into a wild woman, lusting after the Brazilian flesh of Manuel.
"Let's get out of here," she said, pulling away from his mouth. "I want you to fuck me."
Manuel liked that idea a lot. He couldn't wait to get the hot little blonde fox into a bed-the closest bed that they could find.
That turned out to be a cheap hotel on 127th Street just off Lenox Avenue.
Linda had been there before. The desk clerk was used to her stopping by at 4 in the morning in the company of a gentleman of color.
He smiled at the couple as they signed the filthy hotel registration cards that he handed to them. At least this one has a bag with him, the clerk thought and just shook his head.
Few people who checked into this side street hotel had luggage and most didn't stay for more than an hour or two.
Linda accompanied Manuel up the steep stairs that led from the street level lobby to the rooms above. She knew the layout of the hotel well and quickly led the way to the right room.
Manuel was amused as she showed off her experience by turning the right direction down the unmarked corridor to room 115.
A harsh neon light glared outside the window with the letters TEL flashing red slashes across the linoleum floor.
But nothing mattered to Linda at that point. She wanted that man's hard, thick cock inside her pussy and she was going to get it.
Manuel slung his bag on the one chair in the room and the two locked in an embrace, pressing their bodies together as the red neon of the hotel sign flashed blood red across them.
Linda grinded her hips and pressed her body against Manuel's feeling the stiffness of his cock returning as he felt her warm lusliness pressed against him.
She tore at his shirt, ripping it from his pants and thrusting her hot hands over his muscular dark-skinned body. Manuel felt the cool softness of Linda's fingers as they explored his hard-muscled, lean body.
He took out the little brown bottle of amyl nitrate and rammed it up his nose then up hers. They both took deep whiffs of the nasty smelling shit and the intensity between them increased a hundredfold.
Linda wanted that dick and she was going to get it.
Manuel felt her hot hands slip down inside the front of his pants and her fingers grip the base of his thick prick which was trapped inside the leg of his tight white pants. He felt her firm grasp of his meat and took another whiff of the amyl.
Linda's head was reeling as Manuel picked her up from the floor and carried the short distance to the old iron bed that was about the only piece of furniture in the room. He lowered her onto the bed, as she clutched at his cock with her hand.
Manuel gently extracted her hand from his pants and told her to get undressed.
"Take off you clothes," he said and began himself to strip. Linda grabbed at her clothing and tore it from her body, discarding it wildly about the room, not caring about anything but getting that hard prick into her hot cunt.
Manuel crossed to his bag and pulled down the zipper of it and reached inside.
Linda lay on the bed, humping and writhing, still under the effect of the strong whiffs of amyl that she had been taking.
"I want to remember this night," Manuel said softly. "Let me take your picture."
"Picture?" said Linda, "why? You have me. Here-take me."
She spread herself wide, wanting that qock to enter her pussy, wanting that piece of meat to fill her aching need.
"Please," he asked gently. "It would mean so much to me."
"Sure," Linda said. "Go ahead."
Anything he wanted was okay with her. She knew that she would get that dick soon. If it pleased him to take a snap shot of her naked, who cared?
Manuel handed Linda the small brown bottle and she rammed it up her nose, taking a really hard whiff of the shit. She felt herself turn to fire.
Manuel held the camera to his eye and adjusted the shutter and lens. Linda was oblivious to him by now, her thoughts on her pussy and its aching need. The tiny bottle of amyl remained in her hand as she shoved the other hand between her legs, parting the pink lips of her twat and fingering her clit as the flash attachment to Manuel's camera blinded her with light.
FLASH!
The room burst into harsh white light for a few seconds. FLASH!
Again the camera clicked and shot off its blinding light. FLASH!
Linda took another whiff of the amyl and began to perform for the camera.
She was an actress and loved being the center of attention. This man with the camera was fulfilling one of her desires as she prepared herself for him to satisfy another of them.
"Show me that beautiful body," Manuel said as Linda writhed on the bed, spreading her legs wide and driving her fingers into her twat.
FLASH!
The camera captured that image. Her hot tongue licked her pink lips as Linda gripped one of her nipples between the thumb and forefinger and delved into her pink velvet lushness, spreading those hot cunt lips wide and tickling her aroused clit.
Linda felt the hot rushes shooting through her body as she performed for Manuel's Rolaflex.
The heat in her pussy was overwhelming.
Something in the chemical substance that she had been sniffing was removing all her inhibitions. She felt like pure sex, nothing else. Her own hand was bringing her a degree of pleasure that she had never experienced before, driving her to the brink of ecstasy as Manuel's camera captured her mood of wild abandon and imprinted it indelibly on film.
She spread her lips for the lens and sniffed that bottle of poppers, driving herself over the brink into the bottomless pit of her own insatiable desires-Linda had lost it.
EIGHT
Linda couldn't believe it when Manuel told her what he wanted her to do.
"Porn movies?! ! ! " she gasped. "You want me to do porn movies?"
"You're a natural, honey," he told her.
The idea was one that Linda had never entertained. She had always wanted to be an actress-but in things like she was doing at the Pericles Rep Company-""Othello."
"The importance of Being Earnest," Shakespeare, Chekhov and all the great playwrights of all time-but porn? Being fucked in front of a camera and then having those films shown God knew where-and even sold in home video cassettes!
She took a long sip on the margarita that she had in front of her at the Spanish restaurant where she and Manuel were having dinner. It had been about a month since she had met the hot Brazilian and since that first night with him in that sleazy hotel room in Harlem, he had become an integral part of her life.
He'd introduced her to things that she had never thought that she would do-like amyl nitrate, cocaine and strange aphrodisiacs that he gave her. She had to admit that their sessions together were the wildest times that she had ever had.
She could not deny that.
But to even consider doing fuck movies was something that she had never thought she would do.
"How about if I do one with you just for practice to show you what it's like?" Manuel suggested.
She loved having sex with the tall, slender Brazilian. He was about the best lover that she had ever been to bed with-hot and rampantly hard at all times, he was as insatiable in his desire for a good time as she was.
But letting somebody film what they did in bed? That she had never thought of.
Now that she was thinking of it, the idea appealed to her-slightly.
The money that he said she could make doing it was spectacular-a huge increase over what she was making with the little Village rep company doing the classics. She had hoped that this would lead to Broadway and a film career for her, but the idea of doing a naughty movie with Manuel sounded like a fun adventure.
She didn't have to do another one.. . just this one. For kicks.
"Okay," Linda said. "I'll do it-for you."
Manuel slid a foot up her leg under the table and she felt the pressure on her thigh.
"You'll be great," he said, smiling that ingratiating smile of his.
* * * * *
The lights were hot.
Linda felt the perspiration on her body as she lay on the red satin sheets letting the technicians take light readings on her. She didn't feel at all sexy.
There were too many people around for one thing. Linda had never been into group sex. She had never had more than one man in bed with her at any time and had never engaged in orgies, the idea of having sex, even with Manuel, in front of so many people, cameramen, lighting technicians, the director of this movie, and assorted other people who she wasn't sure what they did, but who were there on the set of the movie that she had agreed to do-all of this was making her uncomfortable.
"Okay," one of the assistants to an assistant told her, "you can relax for a few minutes. But be ready when we call you."
Linda picked up the kimono that she had tossed to the floor beside the bed and slipped it around her body, knotting the tie in front. She wandered toward the off-set waiting area where she hoped to find Manuel.
There were several men drinking coffee, beer, sodas, smoking cigarettes and laughing as they swapped tall tales. At least that's what she assumed they were doing-they were speaking Portuguese and she didn't understand a word of the language. This was going to be fun, she thought.
"Would you like anything?" one of the men asked her, "soda, beer, coke?" He had a slight accent.
Manuel's accent was charming-as was everything about him, to Linda. But this man was not the kind who appealed to her and his accent annoyed her. Also his blatant suggestion that she should snort coke with him.
He had a pile of the white devil powder in front of him at the table where he was sitting and he was dividing it into lines with a razor blade.
"No thanks," Linda said, attempting to be charming. "Do you know where Manuel is?"
"Manuel?" the man asked, looking up at her with a broad grin. "Who is Manuel?"
"Never mind," Linda said. "I'll find him myself." She wandered off, looking around at the various groups of people who were all over the place in the large studio where they were to shoot the movie.
Although there were several charming looking, handsome men around the studio, none of them were Manuel. Linda was beginning to get annoyed.
How dare he drag me up here to do this and then disappear? she thought to herself.
She was about to decide to forget the whole thing when she saw him.
Manuel was the handsomest man she had ever known, even across the room there was something electric about him. Something animal that cried out to her and she was helpless to deny him anything. That's how she had gotten herself into this situation.
"Where have you been?" Linda asked him as they met. "I've been looking every where for you?"
"I thought you might like this," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out one of the small brown bottles that had become so important to her-magic amyl.
"Oh God, yes," Linda said, forgiving him. "I don't think I could go through with this without it."
Something special happened to her when she sniffed the evil smelling shit. It made her into a wild woman, an animal of lust and she felt like she had never felt before.
"Ready on the set for you and Manuel," a young girl said to Linda.
"Thank you," Linda said. "Are we ready?"
"I am if you are," Manuel smiled at her and he leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips.
The touch of his soft lips on hers was all the reassurance she needed. She would get through this somehow. With the help of Manuel, and their little friend, Amyl.
Linda crossed to the area where the red satin bed was set up and took her position on the bed. She was supposed to be a housewife and Manuel was the telephone repair man who had come to fix the phone in her bedroom.
She knew the scene by heart and felt secure in doing the acting part of it, the sex part would come-she knew it would be alright.
"Places!" someone yelled. "Lights!"
The glare of thousand watt bulbs burned into her eyes as she stretched out seductively on the bed, her kimono barely covering her nakedness.
"Camera!"
"Action!"
She was on!
Manuel knocked at the fake bedroom door just out of camera range, Linda knew that the camera was focused on her, drinking in her luscious blonde image.
"Who is it?" she said, looking eagerly towards the door.
"Telephone," Manuel said.
"Oh good," Linda said, "I've been expecting you. Please come right on in."
Manuel was loaded down with telephone equipment strapped to his belt. All sorts of weird paraphernalia dangled from his waist as he walked into camera range.
"Well," Linda said, looking at the handsome Brazilian, "they've certainly improved the image at Ma Bell. You're the best looking repairman I've ever seen."
Manuel shuffled his feet and gave an "aw shucks" flip to his shoulders.
"Where is the trouble?" he asked, looking for the telephone.
"The plug doesn't work," Linda said. "It's over here," she continued, pointing to the side of bed opposite the one where Manuel was standing. There was a wall next to the bed so he would have to climb onto the bed to get at the plug. He did just that.
Linda moved slightly to allow him room to get onto the bed with her and she let the kimono fall open, revealing her luscious tits.
Manuel pretended to try to find the plug that was down behind the bed, he was leaning far over, his ass pushing upwards.
Linda put a hand on his butt and felt the firm cheeks of his ass.
Manuel looked over his shoulder at the hot blonde feeling him up and grinned.
Linda slipped her hand between his legs and it came up around in front of Manuel, clutching his meat through the tight pants that he was wearing.
"If you keep that up," he said, "I'll never get your phone fixed."
"You can do that later," Linda said. "I've got another plug that needs fixing."
She let the kimono fall all the way open now, revealing the pretty blonde bush of her snatch. She held onto Manuel's cock and balls as he turned slowly towards her.
"Service this," she said seductively, thrusting her hips forward, spreading her legs. The moist-ness of her pussy could be seen by the camera that was focusing in for a tight close-up of that pink little slit of hers.
Manuel quickly slipped her the bottle of amyl and she took a sniff of it and placed it behind the pillow before the camera pulled back to revel Manuel crawling up between her outstretched legs. He opened his mouth and that tongue of his slipped out and began to work its way up her thigh, towards the sweet slit of her snatch.
The effect of the amyl on her senses allowed Linda to forget that the camera was there, that there were people all over the place watching as Manuel began to tongue her hot snatch. She let out a sigh of pure ecstasy, feeling the warm, wet tongue of that handsome Brazilian slide into the warm, wet heat of her tunnel of love.
Manuel's hands gripped her thighs, pushing them further apart, diving his tongue into her snatch and tickling the hot little knob of her clit with the tip of that tongue.
She gasped, feeling the tingling sensation race through her body as he tongued her slit.
Seeing that the camera was tight in on the action between her legs, Linda reached behind the pillow and took another sniff from the little brown bottle of magic liquid. She felt the incredible rush and cried out as Manuel really started to work on that hot hole of hers.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned, "do it, do it, do it. Lick me, lick me, lick my pussy, lick it, lick it."
She was wriggling her whole body now, thrusting her snatch upwards, feeling that divine tongue lashing into her snatch, feeling that warm wet organ driving her mad.
Now, to Linda there was no one else there, just her and Manuel and they were working together the way that they had always worked together, as one passionate animal combination.
She loved the feel of that man's tongue up her twat, she loved the warmth, the heat, the wetness of it all.
"Suck my pussy, lick that slit," she cried out, not caring who heard her, only that tongue meant anything to her, that hot tongue up her cunt, that was the only thing in the whole world to her.
Manuel could taste the hot, sweet liquids of her snatch releasing and coating his tongue as he dived that thick pink thing into her lush wetness. He could feel the writhing of her body and knew that he was pushing just the right buttons. He was wailing on that hole, sucking that slit, taking that woman's phone number and ringing it.
Linda lurched upwards, driving the tongue ever deeper into her hot snatch as the camera ground away, capturing the hot passion that was passing between Linda and Manuel.
Linda was strangely aware of the camera, like a giant eye that was watching her, taking note of its position. She knew when there was a close-up of the action between her legs, when it was focused on her face and when there was a long shot of the whole scene.
She was able to adjust her attitude to it as a sixth sense, knowing when she could sniff the poppers and not be photographed doing it and when she could not. When the camera panned in for a tight close-up of Manuel's tongue in her snatch, she would reach behind the pillow, get the little brown bottle and ram it to her nostrils and take deep breaths.
The she was ready for hot action. She wanted that tongue all the way up inside her, all the way to the roots of her lust.
Linda felt herself reaching orgasm after orgasm, she was really going to town as the camera ground on, capturing the incredible lust on celluloid.
And Linda was loving it-this was the wildest sex that she had ever had. She had thought that she wouldn't be able to go through with it, but there was something about the whole experience that was turning her on even more.
And the fact that Manuel was the one doing it to her, that hot Brazilian stud, that was the best part of it for her.
She could take that man for hours at a time, take his tonguing, his dicking, his whole manner of treating a woman and not ever tire of it. He was something very special to her and she loved every fucking minute of what was happening.
"Cut!"
The director had stopped the action.
Manuel slid his tongue out of Linda's twat and pulled up on his knees, kneeling on the bed.
Linda lay there panting, gasping and twitching on the bed. She felt horny and hot. She was ready for action.
"That was great, sweetheart," the greasy director said moving up to beside the bed where Linda was lying. "Now we need to get some of you sucking his dick."
Manuel ripped open his fly and his huge thick cock popped out.
Linda felt the emptiness in her twat, but she knew that she was supposed to do what she was told to do. That's what she was there for.
She pulled herself up and reached for Manuel's prick.
"Not yet," he whispered to her. The director was giving instructions to the cameraman. "He'll tell us when he's ready."
Linda understood.
All her life she had been trained as an actress, to follow directions. It had become second nature to her. Doing sex with directions was a little new to her, but even in bed she had always been compliant with the man's wishes. Whatever he wanted to do she was ready to attempt.
"Ready on the set?"
Manuel nodded in the affirmative.
"Lights!"
The glaring klieg lights flooded the red satin bed with light once more. "Camera!"
All the technicians were in place and the camera was rolling. "Action!"
That was Linda's cue. She was on her knees on the bed and Manuel was standing beside it. His hard cock jutting from the opening in his pants, the telephone equipment dangled from his belt as Linda leaned forward and gripped his long, thick cock in her hand and dived down on it, taking a hardy wipe at his tool with her tongue.
The camera panned down and the vision of Linda's hot pink mouth on that thick black dick was imprinted on the negative.
She slipped her tongue over the piss slit in the head of Manuel's thick prick and sucked the juice that was oozing out in little droplets. She took that clear liquid onto the tip of her tongue and rolled it around, the camera caught all.
She gulped down that sticky juice and dived her tongue back onto the prick head for more.
She tasted the sweet pre-cum that was oozing from Manuel's cock, sucking that big headed dick as Manuel began to undulate his hips, pushing his prick shaft further into the girl's eager mouth.
Linda's mouth opened wide and she took the whole head of Manuel's cock into her hot, sucking mouth. He felt the slick tongue sliding over the head and down under the knob to the shaft. He gripped her head with his hands and began to fuck her face as the director of the film smiled.
Linda was a real discovery-young, pretty, blonde and she loved that black dick. He could see that she was really digging that meat, really loving sucking that black man's hard cock.
This was going to be a hot movie.
Linda's throat opened and she bent her head down, taking all of Manuel's thick piece of dark meat into her hot mouth, sucking that prick as she swallowed it to the balls.
She felt the thick head of the dick poking against her tonsils as she took that big thing all the way into her mouth, sucking it, sliding her tongue all the way around that thick shaft of prick meat.
Manuel loved the feel of her tongue on his dick. She really knew how to suck a cock and he loved the way she did it.
Linda's lips locked around the base of his cock and she felt that huge piece of cock meat throbbing inside her mouth. She let her tongue wiggle up against it, trapped inside her mouth. Manuel moved his hips, driving the dick in and out of her throat as she gripped it firmly with her lips, holding tight as he fucked her face.
Linda wanted a sniff of the poppers.
She reached over to where she had secured them behind the pillow and found the little glass bottle.
"CUT!" the director screamed. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"She-likes this stuff," Manuel told him. "Don't worry, you can cut and edit that out."
"Fine, fine," the director said. "Whatever turns her on, but give us some warning."
Linda understood. They didn't want to show a drug-crazed broad on film. She had to look like she just did these things because she wanted to-which she did, but the poppers sure made her feel better and the whole experience was more intense for her.
She made sure she took a healthy whiff in both nostrils of the amyl and then gripped the dick with both hands after she had hidden the bottle carefully from the camera which was still rolling.
That cock looked twice as big to her now and felt even better than it had before. She loved the sight of that cock, the feel of it in her hands as she pulled on the thick shaft of Manuel's meat, pulling it toward her open, eager mouth.
Lips touched cock and she was off again. this time she just took it all the way down her throat without hesitation, filling her hot mouth with thick dick as Manuel swung his hips, the telephone repair equipment jangling as he rammed that dick down her throat, fucking that hot mouth of hers as she gobbled it down, gobbled black dick down hot pink throat.
Linda's mouth loved that cock, that cock that was pounding down her throat, filling her hot mouth with its thickness, its hardness, its great length.
She sucked that dick hard, taking it all the way into her willing throat, feeling the thickness of that big black tube steak filling her with its urgent need.
She grabbed hold of Manuel's nuts and held that heavy load in her hand while she sucked that prick all the way down her throat, taking that meat all the way inside her throat and sucking on it, her tongue vibrating as she felt the throbbing dick stiffen even more and Manuel gave a lurch.
Quickly, he pulled his cock fro her mouth and shot his wad all over her face.
Linda panted and gasped as she felt that hot cream splatter her pretty face. SPLAT!
Gobs of white, thick cream shot from the head of that black dick onto Linda's face. SPURT!
That cock shot in an arc straight up and then onto Linda's eager, panting face as she knelt there, holding her tongue out to catch it.
PLOP!
A great wad of cum hit her tongue and she gobbled it down, eagerly drinking that man milk as it came spurting in great shots out of the head of Manuel's thick black piece of meat.
"Beautiful!" the director yelled. "Fucking beautiful, greatest cum shot I ever got!"
Linda sat demurely on the bed licking the wads of cream off her cheeks with the tip of her pink tongue as the camera closed in on her for a tight close up.
"Cut and print! that's a wrap," the director yelled.
The camera was turned off, the lights were dimmed and Linda was left sitting there on the red satin sheets licking cum from her face.
THE END epilogue
Of COUrse, once she'd crossed the line into smut, Linda assumed that her straight career was down the toilet. She knew what she wanted however, and so she went to Keith and told him she wanted out of her contract.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. His star.. . how could she?
Then she handed him a flyer of her picture, NIGGER-LOVIN' WHITE BITCH. "You aren't serious?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I really don't know. But I like it. You can see, of course, why I wouldn't quite make it as Desdamona."
Keith saw. But Robert, to their surprise, thought it was neat.
"I love it," he said. "Great publicity."
"You're crazy!" said Keith.
"You want 'em lined up around the block trying to get in? Publicize this. Better yet, let's do Act II the real way."
"What do you mean, 'The real way'? " asked Keith.
"What do you think?" He looked at Linda. "You've done it on screen.. . you wanna do it on stage?"
She took about ten seconds to decide that it was the best idea she'd ever heard for staging Shakespeare.
Needless to say, the play was a hit, and Linda was on her way to a stunning career.
