Renee Sawyer was horny as a cat in heat that semester. And she was horny for black cock. More specifically, she was hot for one of her professors, namely, Warren Gladshaw, who taught Black Studies 101.
She was vivacious and devastatingly pretty, blonde and blue-eyed with tits like torpedoes. Born and bred in the deep South, Renee had developed an almost uncontrollable desire to copulate with black studs.
It all began in the park one summer, when a frustrating encounter with a pimply adolescent was interrupted by two black bucks who proceeded to show Renee what satisfying sex was all about ...
Unusual desires sometimes run in families. So, is it strange that both of Renee's parents, Chuck and Barbara, were secretly attracted to blacks?
And, to add fuel to the fire, when a young black couple bought the house next door to the Sawyers that spring, Chuck and Barbara found themselves in a tricky situation.
Meanwhile, poor Renee was having bad luck getting her muscular professor to give in to her advances. Professor Gladshaw, you see, was afraid of losing his job.
But what red-blooded black stud could resist a buxom blonde teenager who keeps trying to haul his pecker out of his pants? Gladshaw found that his desires were stronger than his will....
CHAPTER ONE
Renee Sawyer flounced across campus, her platinum blonde ponytail streaming behind her. She was very excited about the class she was going to. It was Black Studies 101, and she could hardly wait to get there.
She was ten minutes early, but that was good, because then she'd be able to get a seat up front. Then she'd be able to look at the professor up close ...
Renee had only see Professor Warren Gladshaw once, at a distance, and when she learned that he was teaching Black Studies 101 that semester, she had eagerly signed up for the class.
Renee Sawyer was a sophomore at the Southern Baptist College in Amber Springs, Georgia. The college was a small, sedate institution, tucked in the countryside of Georgia, one hundred miles from Atlanta. It had only been recently that the college had begun to accept black students, let alone black instructors ...
Renee was a strikingly beautiful young thing of eighteen. Lithe and lovely, she seemed a trifle top heavy, being blessed with a positively stupendous set of knockers. In high school, poor Renee had been painfully embarrassed by her over-endowment in the breast department, but with her maturity, she had learned that boobs .like those could certainly come in handy!
Now, they jiggled and strained against the clinging fabric of her pink dress. She was not wearing a bra, and you could see the ripe puckering of her nipples quite clearly.
Renee had big, innocent-looking baby blue eyes with long, curly lashes. Her nose was a tiny, upturned button of a thing. There were twin spots of color in her cheeks. Her lips were full and pouty and strawberry red. Her golden hair was very long, reaching almost to her waist, and she usually wore it in a ponytail, as she did today.
Renee knew she looked hot in her skimpy blue dress, which had a plunging neck-line and shoulder straps, showing a scandalous amount of cleavage. The Southern Baptist College was a pretty prim place, and Renee had grown used to disapproving looks from pupils as well as teachers.
She was known as a "Loose" girl on campus. If those goody two-shoes knew just how loose she was, Renee was sure they'd keel over in a dead faint! Renee giggled at the thought, her blue eyes twinkling.
She slowed down, glancing sideways at a tall, handsome Negro student who was walking by. A little flurry of desire rustled through Renee's tummy. MMMM! He certainly looked scrumptious!
Renee had a "thing" about black men. She was just crazy about them. In her room at home, she had pictures and posters on the walls of such black celebrities as O.J. Simpson, Fred Williamson, Jim Brown, Herschel Walker and Johnny Atlas.
Sometimes, Renee would lie on her bed and diddle with herself as she glanced dreamily at the handsome black faces which stared down at her from the walls ...
Renee approached Wellesley Hall and climbed the steps, going through a set of glass doors. She wandered down the hall till she found Room 222, and went in. The class room was empty, and Renee found a seat in the very front row, dead-center, directly in front of the podium from which Professor Gladshaw would lecture.
Just as Renee settled in her seat, the door opened, and in came the reason she'd signed up for this course. Renee blushed furiously, her heart beat quickening wildly. She flashed a brilliant smite at the tall, strongly built man who walked into the room
"Good morning," Warren Gladshaw boomed with an answering grin. "You're an early bird, aren't you?"
"Well, Professor Gladshaw, you know what they say! The early bird gets the worm!" Renee said teasingly, batting her lashes at him coquettishly and crossing her legs.
Renee knew she had stunning legs, and had made a point of wearing a very revealing dress that afternoon, showing off her gams to perfection. For a delicious instant, she caught Warren Gladshaw looking at her legs with what she guessed was a spark of interest in his brown eyes.
"And you are...?" Gladshaw said, going to the podium.
"Renee Sawyer, Professor," Renee said demurely. "I'm so delighted to be taking this class!"
"Now, why is that?" Warren inquired, cocking an eyebrow. "I had expected most of my students to be black."
"Well, Professor Gladshaw, I can tell you're a Yankee, and you must think all of us Southerners are just this side of being members of the Ku Klux Klan," Renee said sincerely. "Well, it just isn't so. I happen to adore col ... black people. In fact, sir, the truth of the matter is, I'm taking this class because of YOU."
Warren stared at her in mild astonishment. He wasn't quite sure he understood what this loquacious white girl was up to. It was slowly dawning on him that she might be flirting, and he was about to say something more when the other students began filing into the room.
Warren Gladshaw was a very big man. Six foot three, two hundred and sixty pounds of beefy black muscle. He had been a pro football player for five years, before returning to college and getting a degree in history. He still kept in great shape, being an active man who loved all sorts of sports and outdoor activities.
He had a strong face, with a powerful lantern jaw, a fiat nose, full, sensual lips and smoldering, deep-set eyes. His woolly hair was cropped within an inch of his scalp.
His brawny physique looked slightly awkward in a three piece suit, threatening to burst at the seams when he flexed his muscles.
His skin was chocolate brown. His astonishingly cultivated voice came as a bit of shock to most people, for he looked so animalistic and brutish, most people thought he would speak like an ignorant jock.
Renee Sawyer stared at Professor Gladshaw all through his lecture on slavery, starry-eyed as a love-stricken fan, not bothering to jot down a single note on the pad she had poised on the desk before her.
Desire was quivering through her aching loins. Her pussy was growing all hot and bothered, and her panties were getting quite sticky. She squirmed and sighed, her hippies aching as they brushed against the tight cotton dress. She was horny. God, was she horny! And staring at that big black stud up close only made it worse.
What would Mom say if she knew I had the hots for black men? Renee wondered dreamily.
Her mind drifted back to that memorable occasion two years earlier, when she was a senior in high school. That time she had first been made aware of her obsession with Negro studs. The origin of that obsession. She could still remember the mingled feelings of fear and desire, and the incredible heat and pleasure and pain of that momentous encounter in Wilcoxon Park ...
*****
"Oh, Erik! Stop!" Renee giggled playfully as Erik dragged down the zipper of her dress.
The two teenagers were lying on a blanket in a secluded area of Wilcoxon Park. Shaded by magnolias, they were fairly sure of their privacy. And though she was weakly protesting Erik's amorous overtures, Renee was burning up with passion. She wanted him between her legs. She wanted his cock. She wanted to get fucked!
Erik Magnusson was a big, eager boy with carrot red hair. He was panting hard as he drew down Renee's dress. The big, creamy, softly freckled globes of her jugs flopped free, and Erik gave a hoarse little moan of lust as he ogled them.
Carefully, he curled his fingers around the bouncy set of knockers. He was filled with awe. And his boner was stretching the fabric at the crotch of his jeans-alarmingly.
"They're not made of glass, silly!" Renee giggled.
Erik gulped and squeezed her titties spasmodically. His palms were cold and sweaty. He groaned as he pressed his slobbering lips to one of her boobs and sucked on it.
He was fumbling with his pants, fighting to release his pecker. He rolled off of Renee, cursing as he tore at his zipper. Renee giggled as she watched him. He was big and all that, but Erik sure behaved like a little boy! What a silly! She wished she had a real man right there to take care of that hot itch between her creamy thighs ...
"Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby...." Erik muttered hoarsely over and over as he scrambled on top of her.
She felt something thin and wet moving around between her legs. She thought at first it was his finger, but then when it pumped up inside of her, she realized it was Erik's dick. This time Renee had to really fight to keep from laughing. That boy had a pecker like a Vienna sausage!
He bounced and flopped and grunted on top of her, slobbering all over her big breasts, making hoarse moaning sounds as he fucked her in a frenzy of adolescent passion.
"NNNNNNGGGH...." Erik groaned, his eyes rolling, his body stiffening.
She felt his silly little dick spit a thin, gruelly substance in her pussy, which was only a little bit wet. She hadn't felt a damn thing during the whole sex act. Renee just wanted to kick Erik Magnusson in the balls and tell him what a useless wimp he was.
As Erik flopped gasping on top of her like a beached whale, there was a rustling sound, and then a deep, masculine voice boomed out mockingly, "Well, well, well! Lookit this, bro! Coupla whiteys fuckin' like dogs right here in public! Disgusting, ain't it?"
"Holy SHIT!" Erik squealed, leaping nimbly off of Renee, his shrinking dick flapping comically in front of him.
He stumbled to his feet, finding himself staring up at two hulking black men. The strangers stood, blocking the path leading out of the little clearing, their brawny arms folded in front of their chests as they sneered down at Erik.
Renee's wide blue eyes darted from man to man. She felt a confused rush of mingled emotion shock, embarrassment, panic, and desire. Yes, desire! Erik had just made her all hot and bothered. She needed a real man now. And here she was, lying there naked in the grass, staring up at two big black studs whose smoldering eyes seemed to devour her from head to toe.
"Where d'you think you're going, honky?" one of the Negroes snarled as Erik frantically pulled up his pants.
"Uh, uh, I ... I gotta get a move-on, man!" Erik mumbled hoarsely, his face pasty white.
"I don't think you're goin' anywhere for a while," the black man said silkily.
He was a hulking fellow, tall, broad-shouldered and built like a brick shit-house. His skin was coal black, glistening in the dusty sunlight like polished ebony. He was completely bald, but had a thick moustache and bristling eyebrows. His eyes were hot chinks of deadly passion. His lips were thick and sensual.
He wore a red tank top which adhered to the bulging slopes of his pecs. His bared arms were massive with muscle. And there was quite a bulge in his tight brown corduroys. The sight of that bulge made Renee shiver with mingled desire and trepidation.
"Hey, man! Lemme outta here!" Erik cried petulantly, flushing bright red. "You have no right to bother us!"
"Aw, can it, shit-head," the bald brute snarled, his right arm snapping forward as he drove a sledgehammer-like fist into the red-haired teen's stomach.
Erik made a loud whooshing sound as the air popped from his lungs. His eyes bulged and he doubled up, falling to his knees.
Swiftly, the black stud crouched down, jerking both of Erik's arms behind him, lashing them together at the wrists with a red bandana before Erik had a chance to catch his breath.
"H-Hey! Lemme go! H-Help! MMMMFFGH!! " Erik cried weakly, gurgling as the black man stuffed a sock in his mouth to gag him.
The bald black man-his name was Hawk-roughly shoved Erik onto his back on the ground, towering over him threateningly.
"Don't you move a muscle or try anything funny, faggot! Or I'll cut your fuckin' balls right off! Just like there and keep still! Get it?" Hawk snarled.
He turned his hot brown eyes Renee who cowered on the grass, trembling, bashfully covering her nakedness with her hands.
"Looks to me like the little lady wants some attention. Don't you think, Buster?" Hawk drawled, flashing Renee a lewd, toothy grin.
"I thinks she need some big black meat!" Buster growled, chuckling stupidly as he came up beside Hawk.
Hawk was obviously the brains of the duo, though he had more than his share of brawn. Buster was immense and looked really dumb. He had a roundish face with flat features and small glittering black eyes. His hulking body filled out his dirty tee shirt and scruffy blue jeans. He was quite a gigantic dude.
"P-Please!" Renee whimpered as Hawk sauntered up to her. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
"Hurt you? Baby, we gonna FUCK you!" Hawk guffawed crudely, unbuckling his belt. "You ever sucked a big black cock before, girl?"
"N-No, I ... I haven't!" Renee stammered, blushing deeply.
"Well, I'm gonna give you the priv'lege of doin' just that!" Hawk growled, jerking his cords down around his knees.
He was buck naked beneath. His sturdy legs were black trunks of muscle. His hefty whanger snapped up hard against his belly, throbbing masterfully. His enormous balls swung half-way to his knees, encased in a sweaty, musky black scumbag.
Renee gasped aloud, her eyes widening as she stared in disbelief and nervous excitement at the over-sized sex tool which throbbed in front of her. It was a deep purplish black, with a fat, pulpy knob like a huge plum. It was ten inches long, and so thick around the middle, Renee did not know if she could possibly get her fingers around it. She was already itching to try, though.
"Like my big black pecker, white gal?" Hawk leered, making his bull-meat lurch up and down in the air.
"It's ... It's so BIG!" Renee gasped weakly.
Her heart was hammering wildly, and she felt a little light-headed. She suddenly became aware that her pussy was very moist and very hot, and that her nipples were burning and growing swiftly erect.
"Yeah! Sure is big, ain't it?" Hawk growled, grinning proudly. "Now why don't you be a good little girl and suck on my big ole black meat some?"
His silky, slightly sardonic voice scalded her senses. Flames of guilty, whorish need licked through Renee's supple loins.
She whimpered softly. She knew she had better do what these big men said. They looked very mean, and she had already witnessed what they had done to poor Erik, who lay helplessly on the grass, staring at her with glassy, paralyzed eyes.
Besides, Renee told herself, almost giggling aloud, getting it on with these black hunks was not exactly a disagreeable notion! Far, far from it! In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had been so sexually excited!
Tentatively, she reached forward and fondled Hawk's balls with her lily white hands. His heavy nut sac filled both her palms and draped over the sides. His nuts were huge, almost baseball-size, and gave off an intense heat as she squeezed and played with them.
She feathered her fingers up to the iron-hard shaft of Hawk' horse-cock. It lurched with bestial pleasure as she caressed it. Renee curled her fingers around the stiff column-sure enough, they didn't quite manage to make it all the way around!
He was so big! So big and hard! She mewled with mingled fear and delight, pumping her hand up and down the twitching fuck-pole.
Bending down, Renee brushed her soft pink lips over the sticky knob of Hawk's cock. Her tongue tickled the dude's piss slit, tasting the acrid tang of pre-come. Hawk groaned hoarsely as her velvety licker swirled in expanding circles all over his dick-head.
"Yeah! Lick it, slut! Lick my cock all over!" Hawk panted.
Renee ran her taster in long, wriggling licks up and down the stalk of his corrugated member, making it glisten with her spit. She shuddered as she plunged her lips and nose into the kinky thatch of his pubes. The hot, musky scent of Negro crotch burned in her nostrils, making Renee's belly quiver with heated desire, as if it contained a butterfly with burning wings.
She was getting into it now, mewling and whimpering as she slavishly kissed and tongued the black man's inner thighs. She swooped down on his big, greasy balls, slurping and mouthing on them. Her mouth grew smoky with the taste of stud crotch. She lashed her taster back and forth along the underside of Hawk's scrotum.
"Awwwww, baby, YEAH! Suck those big fuckin' black nuts! Suck 'em GOOD!" Hawk panted, his bull-meat lurching in mid-air.
Renee threw back her head, panting hard as she stared worshipfully up at :he brawny black stud who towered above her. Naked desire was etched in her pretty features.
Hawk grinned wolfishly down at her, tugging his tank top over his head and revealing the muscle-bound contours of his powerful chest.
"Looks to me like this little lady don't need no encouragement, Buster!" Hawk drawled, winking at his buddy. "She's just dyin' to get her hot little mouth and tight little box stuffed full of hot, thick nigger cock!"
Renee gave a humiliated sob, grabbing the root of his pecker and pulling it against her panting lips. She yawned her mouth wide open, purring sluttishly as she stuffed his fat cock-head inside. She milked at it, laving the pulpy crown with her silk-soft taster.
Her cheeks hollowed as she created a vacuum in her mouth, suckling hungrily as her lips started to swarm down his thick cock shaft. Hawk groaned, feeling her hot tongue curl into a velvety trench beneath his twitching fuck-pole. He grabbed at her head with both hands, digging his fingers into her glossy blonde hair.
"Suck it, bitch! Yeah, suck it GOOD!" Hawk snarled, holding her head steady as he pumped with his hips.
Renee choked, her eyes filling with tears as the blunt knob of his pecker jammed in her throat. She shuddered, forcing herself to swallow. A dark thrill rippled through her body as she felt his mighty member skewer her tight gullet, sliding down deeper and deeper till her circled lips and button nose were crammed against his sweaty pubic bush.
She couldn't breathe, but Renee didn't care. She sucked mindlessly, humming contentedly as she held Hawk's penis deep in her aching throat. She could feel it pulsate with macho lust as she slurped and sucked at it, loving the acrid taste.
Hawk pushed her head up and down, fucking Renee's face, his sweat-soaked balls slapping lewdly against her chin. Renee fought for breath, inhaling oxygen through her nose whenever his dick-head popped out of her gurgling throat.
Her big jugs were bouncing and jiggling as she squirmed on her knees in the grass, her hands sliding up the muscled backs of his legs, clutching as his beefy ass cheeks.
She stared up at him with whorish blue eyes, bubbles of spit frothing at the corners of her full red lips. Hawk stooped and clapped his rough hands around her heavy tits.
He crushed them hard, kneading the gigantic spheres lustily, the creamy white flesh of Renee's boobs oozing like dough between his black knuckles. Her rivet-hard nipples throbbed against his sweaty palms.
"Big fuckin' jugs, man!" Hawk panted hoarsely. "Damn, this slut is stacked! Keep suckin' that cock, cunt! Yeah! Suck my black meat! MMMM, lady, you sure know how to suck dick! Yeah, you love slurping on nigger cock, don't ya, bitch?"
Buster was panting hard. Watching his buddy getting sucked off the busty blonde teen was just too much to stand for very long. Buster yanked down his cords, stumbling out of them.
His rock-hard bull-dick sprang up at a forty-five degree angle, pulsating mightily. It was even bigger than Hawk's fully eleven inches long and beer can thick.
Buster fell to his knees next to Renee. He grabbed her dress, which was bunched around her middle, and yanked it down over her long, lithe legs. Gripping her knees, he pushed her legs wide apart.
The sunlight which streamed through the branches of the stately magnolias cast honeyed bars of light over Renee's succulent, creamy white nakedness. A soft coil of golden hair dusted the peak of her puffy sex.
Her pussy was a luscious, peach-like mound of juicy, rose-pink flesh. The lips of her labia glistened with girl-dew. Buster could see the tiny, quivering bead of her erect clitoris.
He was dumb, but he knew what to do with a wet pink cunt! Buster growled, licking his lips wolfishly as he lowered his simian face between Renee's spread gams.
Renee gave a muffled squeal around Hawk's cock as she felt the sudden swipe of a long wet tongue on her aching twat. Buster lapped her pussy all over, ferreting out her love-bud and strumming it with the tip of his tongue.
Renee gave a series of strangled cries, bucking with her hips as uncontrollable waves of pleasure spilled through her loins. Her honeyed pussy juice started to splash onto Buster's long, drooling tongue as it slithered up her snatch, probing her tight, suctioning cunt-hole.
"MMMM, this pussy is good eating, man!" Buster growled, grinning wolfishly as he lifted his face from between Renee's trembling thighs.
"Yeah? Well, you get it nice and juicy and spread for me, man! I'm gonna pound it real, real good!" Hawk said huskily, twisting his fingers in Renee's golden hair. "That's right, baby, keep slurpin' on my schlong! MMMM, you do that GOOD, bitch!"
Buster sucked and lapped at Renee's pussy till it was swollen and quivering with need. A fireball of desire raged deep in her loins and she bucked upward with her hips, mashing her dripping snatch against Buster's face.
Buster prodded the tender opening to her bower of bliss with his blunt middle finger. He pumped it all the way up her slippery fuck-hole, working it around inside her. He began to slide it rapidly in and out. Then he worked a second finger up inside her, twisting the digits around, spreading them to test the elasticity of her juicy twat.
"Damn! This slut's got a mouth like a fuckin' vacuum cleaner, man!" Hawk muttered. "Cool it, girl! I don't want to get my rocks off for a piece yet."
He jerked his heavy ten incher out of Renee's slurping mouth and slapped and rubbed it all over her face. Renee moaned and panted, kissing and licking at his throbbing manhood, totally consumed by female passion.
Hawk dropped to his knees on the grass. As if on cue, Buster sat up, panting hard, and watched as Hawk roughly rolled Renee over on her belly.
Hawk slapped the high, full globes of Renee's ass, making her squeal.
"Get up on your hands and knees, slut!" Hawk commanded.
Renee whimpered, scrambling up on all fours in the grass. She knew what to expect next!
CHAPTER TWO
Hawk scrambled up behind Renee. He cupped her upturned buns in his big hands, kneading them lewdly, his horse-meat slapping against her butt-crack.
"Want it, bitch?" Hawk growled huskily. "Want my black dick up your hot cunt?"
"Y-Yes," Renee mewled weakly, biting her lower lip and blushing in humiliation.
Hawk guffawed crudely, fisting his huge sex-tool.
He pushed it up between her legs, finding the juicy pucker of her mons. Renee gasped, feeling the tender petals of her labia spread wetly around his thick cock-head.
Hawk's hands dug into her narrow waist, holding Renee in a vise-like grip. He tensed his ass muscles, uttering a guttural growl as he snapped his pelvis forward.
Renee's body jerked forward as he thrust into her. An unbelievable jolt of body-blistering ecstasy seared through her middle as she felt her slippery love-tunnel gape around his sturdy pecker.
Hawk's dick sluiced up inside her, spreading her wide. It jammed deep in her aching cunt, stretching the far wall of her vagina. Renee screamed with joy as Hawk's muscular thighs came to rest against her lily white buns.
"MMMM, baby, nice and tight and wet!" Hawk rasped hoarsely.
He swiveled his hips, churning his bull-tool in the squirming pocket of her twat. Savage pleasure knotted in his groin as he savored the way her slippery snatch squeezed and vibrated around his twitching dong.
Hawk began to fuck. His lower body jackknifed athletically, pumping his penis in and out of Renee's sopping twat like a well-greased piston. His hefty balls slapped up against her tummy each time he stroked to the root in her tight box.
Renee's huge boobs draped nearly to the ground, and they swayed pendulously back and forth as she wriggled and bounced, little breathy squeals of pleasure erupting from her lips as the black buck rammed her full of his meat.
"Yeah! Take it, baby! Uh huh! You love this big fuckin' cock up your cunt, don't ya? UNGH! Damn, bitch, you're FINE!" Hawk panted hoarsely, his muscles contracting rhythmically as he pounded into her.
His brawny body was glistening with a sheen of sweat as he screwed the blonde teenager with brute force. Renee was sobbing with joy. She clawed big handfuls of grass. She arched her back, jamming back with her hips, impaling herself on all ten inches of his horse-meat again and again. Whorish flames of passion consumed her, making her head whirl and her pussy squirm.
Buster fell to his knees in front of her. Grabbing her by the hair, he jerked back Renee's head. Holding his mighty dong in his free hand, Buster whipped it against her flushed cheeks, then rubbed the gooey knob over her full, parted lips, smearing them with pre-come.
"Suck my dick, cunt!" Buster rumbled hoarsely.
Renee gave a muffled moan, curling her hungry lips around his fat dick-head. Her jaws ached as they strained apart in order to accommodate the immense proportions of Buster's joint.
It was positively humongous! It flattened her taster, scraping along the roof of her mouth till it bumped her tonsils. Tears blurred Renee's eyes as she gagged, her head whirling.
She tilted her head, instinctively relaxing her throat muscles. The fire in her pussy rushed to her throat, and she gurgled as Buster crammed inch after inch of his ramrod right down her gullet.
She took it all, and Buster bellowed with bestial satisfaction. He gripped her head hard with both hands, making his horse-cock expand and move around in her distended throat.
He pulled back enough for her to breathe through her nostrils, then pumped his eleven inch pecker down her aching throat once more. He began to fuck her face vigorously, uttering guttural groans of savage pleasure, his bloated nuts smacking sweats iy against her chin.
Renee was being banged from both ends by two hulking Negro studs! And she was loving every minute of it! She was almost hysterical with sluttish delight. She slurped on Buster's schlong like a mad thing. She rolled her hips, squeezing at Hawk's pecker with her hungry twat.
Pleasure sizzled and seared through her nerve endings. She felt herself plummeting into the delirious depths of a multiple orgasm. It scorched through her, exploding in a shower of sparks behind her eyes. It ebbed, then began all over again, making her writhe and buck as she was set on fire by incredible surges of rapture.
"Awww, m-man! This bitch gonna make me SHOOT! Damn! Hot fuckin' PUSSY! UNGH! UNGH! TAKE IT, BITCH! TAKE MY HOT FUCKIN' LOAD! AAAAARRGH!! " Hawk bellowed hoarsely, ramming into her with brute force.
He heaved forward, shuddering spasmodically as he sank his dong to the hilt in her steamy twat one last time. His cock started jerking like a repeating rifle, blasting big hot jets of sperm deep in Renee's aching pussy, filling it up.
The force of Hawk's virile ejaculation triggered another exquisite climax in Renee's dripping snatch, and she gurgled and bucked, her vagina streaming with love-lotion as it swarmed around Hawk's spitting fuck-pole.
Hawk's juicy pecker squelched out of Renee's gaping, quivering cunt, and trickles of sperm ran down the insides of her legs. Hawk moaned huskily, flopping on his back on the grass next to her.
Buster pulled his prong out of Renee's throat and scooted around behind her, panting thickly as he fell to his knees on the grass. Grasping his spit-lubricated member, the burly black man eagerly pushed it up between Renee's legs, taking Hawk's place.
"AAAAAAAH!! " Renee screamed brokenly, tossing her mane of golden hair as Buster's huge horse-meat punched up her slippery cunt-furrow.
Exquisite sensations rippled through her lower body as she felt herself stretching outrageously around that over-sized man-tool. It was so big, it felt like an arm jammed up her cunt. It almost hurt, but she was so hot and wet and spread by Hawk's deep-fucking that she quickly adjusted to this even bigger cock.
It felt so unbearably good. She moaned and sobbed in mindless ecstasy, clawing at the grass, arching her back, wiggling her hips as Buster began to fuck her hard.
He wrapped his burly arms around her middle, clamping his huge paws around her big, jello-like knockers. He massaged them savagely, crushing them in his strong black fingers, bruising her ripe red nipples as he twisted and pinched at them.
"UNNGH! UNNGH! UNNGH! Hot fuckin' CUNT!" Buster grunted thickly, ramming into her with pile-driver strokes.
His muscular loins clapped hard against her buttocks, nearly knocking the breath from her lungs as he pounded her pussy into a wet, seething cauldron of liquid sensation.
"Oh, YEEEEES! Fuck me! Fuck me, you big black brute! Fuck me HARD! AAAAAAAH!! " Renee screamed, tossing her hair and writhing on the grass.
"Like that, huh, bitch?" Hawk growled, watching as his buddy pumped Renee full of his horse-dick fast and hard.
Hawk was stroking his slick pecker. His cock was rock-hard again, lust rekindling in his balls like a fistful of red hot coals.
He threw back his head, roaring lustily as he let loose with his heavy load. His hot seed catapulted from his balls, blasting up his fuck tubes, pumping inside of Renee with geyser-like intensity.
And she climaxed gloriously as Buster squirted big jets of scum deep in her quivering snatch. Sobbing brokenly, Renee flopped forward on the grass, dizzy with whorish, wanton delight. Her entire body seemed to sizzle and tingle. She felt as if she were bathing in warm honey ...
Two thick loads of nigger sperm had been shot deep in her tight twat. Renee felt like a perfect slut. And she loved the feeling ...
"Think I'm gonna plow me some white ass now, man!" Hawk announced huskily.
He scrambled up next to Renee, reclining on his side and turning her over so her back was facing him. He cupped the plump globes of her creamy white tush, kneading them lewdly.
Renee whimpered softly, fresh tingles of excitement quivering through her as she felt the bald brute slide his slick meat between her tender buns. The gooey knob bumped against the pouty rosebud of her little anus.
She moaned softly, a spark of fear igniting in her tummy. She'd only been fucked "that way" a couple of times, and it had hurt quite a bit both times. And, what's more, the boys who had done it had not been in possession of phalluses the size of Hawk's ...
"Easy, babe! Just relax!" Hawk hissed in her ear, holding his boner steady with one hand, gripping her waist with the other.
He hunched forward, and Renee winced as her tender rectum was forced wide open. Sharp, thorny quivers of pain tore through her ass, and she gave a broken cry, tears filling her eyes.
The cry rose into a scream as Hawk bucked forward hard, sliding two inches of his thick meat into her furnace-hot colon. White-hot pain blossomed through her bowels, searing through her almost unbearably.
She struggled weakly, but Hawk held her tight, panting hard as he pumped forward again with his hips. Slowly, his horse-cock stroked deeper and deeper inside her, till his sweaty pubes bumped against her buns.
Renee moaned as her aching bunghole locked snugly around the wrist-thick root of Hawk's ten incher. The quivers of pain were rapidly fading. They were being replaced by a dark, quivering heat which expanded and blossomed into a strange carnal pleasure.
Renee gasped in shock as Hawk began to move, slowly pumping his black meat in and out of her tight ass, in short, strong strokes. The slippery friction of his iron-hard sex-weapon against the sensitized walls of her ass-chute sent red-hot surges of liquid pleasure strobing through her body.
As he began to pick up the pace, sawing in and out. of her with more force now, the pleasure that rippled through her ass grew more and more intense. She was riding with it now, moaning and gasping in mindless ecstasy. She had arched her back and was wiggling her hips, pressing her plump buns against Hawk's humping crotch.
"Yeah! She's got a hot fuckin' ass, man! Damn, is that a hot fuckin' ass!" Hawk panted hoarsely, grinning at Buster as he butt-fucked the big-breasted blonde.
He hunched back till all but the purple knob of his cock squelched out of Renee's tight ass. Then he rammed forward brutally, skewering her on all ten inches of his bull-meat. Renee jerked beneath his thrusts, squealing in breathless delight.
Hawk put his arm around her, cupping one of her big, floppy tits. He squeezed and stroked it, catching her taut nipple between his forefinger and thumb, plucking on it while he raped her hot ass-hole.
"Like that, slut? like havin' a big black dick rammed up your lily white ass?" Hawk demanded hoarsely, licking her ear.
"Oooooh, y-yeeees...." Renee gasped brokenly, tears of joy glistening in her long curly lashes.
Buster crawled up to her, panting hoarsely as he flopped on his side in front of Renee. He scooted down, grunting as he plunged his black face into her deep, perfumed cleavage.
He thrust out his long, wet tongue and lapped his way over to one of her ripe, silver dollar-sized nipples. Wolfishly, the black brute stuffed her hot tit in his mouth. He slurped on it hungrily, sliding his taster round and round the pebbly aureole, flicking at the rivet-hard nub.
Renee cried out as his strong teeth nipped at her sensitized titty, making it burn deliciously. Buster swooped over to her other tit, gorging himself on the bouncy, silky mound of red-tipped flesh, getting it wet and shiny with his hot man-spit.
Renee felt his big paw groping between her dimpled thighs. She moaned as his calloused finger tips grazed over her sopping pussy. He fingered her blazing clit till she was shrieking with joy, her taut ass-hole ring milking vigorously around Hawk's pumping black prick.
"You sure is a hot white bitch, baby!" Buster muttered, grinning lewdly as he played with her wet, quivering snatch. "Damn! Gets me real hot, playing with you like this!"
He fumbled between their bodies, grabbing his huge greasy whanger, positioning it against the parted petals of her dripping box. With a grunt, Buster pumped forward, and his hefty sex-muscle easily plowed up her well-churned fuck-pocket.
Renee's eyes snapped open and she uttered a choked scream of astonished pleasure. She felt Buster's enormous erection stab to the very depths of her vagina, stuffing it full.
A thin membrane of flesh separated her two fuck-tunnels, and both were now rammed full of stiff, heavy black cock. She could feel both dicks pulsating masterfully, totally filling her up, and as the Negroes started to thrust in and out of her, the ecstasy which was generated by their double-fucking was almost excruciating.
"AIEEEEEE!! " Renee shrieked, tossing her golden locks. "FUCK MEEEEEE!! "
She bucked wildly back and forth, impaling herself on first one big black cock and then the other. Molten pleasure seared through her veins, knotting in her tummy. Her cunt and ass felt as if they were on fire.
Something snapped at the quick of her being. Everything seemed to reel and shimmer as fireworks and mind-blistering explosions of ecstasy seared through every fiber of her body. She sobbed wildly as she came and came, coming in her twat, coming in her ass, nearly passing out from the intensity of her orgasm ...
"Awwwww, m-man! YEEEEAAAH!! " Hawk roared, feeling her sizzling ass milk hungrily around his pumping dong as Renee climaxed.
He stiffened, heaving his hips forward hard, his sweaty thighs clapping against her wiggling buns as he buried his ten inch prick in her steamy guts. His cock went off like a Roman candle, pumping thick jets of sperm deep in her guts again and again.
As Hawk pulled out of her with a groan, Buster grabbed Renee's waist, and still holding his bull-meat deep in her aching, sopping cunny, flipped her over on her back, rolling heavily on top of her. He pounded into her hard and fast, his brawny chest squashing her full, bouncy knockers. His sweaty black ass humped savagely between her lithe white legs, and Renee grunted, hardly able to breathe with that hulking black brute on top of her.
All at once, he scrambled up. His eleven inch fuck-muscle popped out of her cunt like an oversized cork, slapping slickly against his beefy belly. Panting thickly, Buster straddled her middle. He clamped his big hands across her jiggling knockers, spreading them apart.
He slapped his dripping schlong into her deep cleavage and crushed her huge tits together around it, like a salami sandwich. Squeezing and mauling her aching white jugs, the brawny Negro pumped his purple-black cock back and forth in her cleavage, fucking Renee's juicy tits.
The blunt knob of his boner jabbed against her chin as he humped rapidly, hoarse grunts choking in his thick throat. He gave a low growl, shuddering violently, his muscles bulging as he stiffened.
Buster's big cock expanded and jerked. Sperm laced from his dick-hole, gushing over Renee's chin, spattering onto her cheeks and splashing in gooey driblets into her gasping mouth. She rolled the pungent seed around on her tongue, sluttishly savoring the salty flavor.
She was staring almost dreamily up at the chinks of sky showing through the ceiling of magnolia branches above her. Every inch of her body seemed to throb and ache from the savage touch of those muscle-bound blacks.
She felt as if she could hardly move a muscle. Hawk and Buster guffawed and joked coarsely with one another as they climbed back into their clothes. Hawk towered above her masterfully and flashed his mocking grin.
"Thanks, babe! You sure is fine! Hope I get to fuck you again sometime! C'mon, Buster!"
The brawny studs swaggered out of the clearing. Slowly, Renee sat up and stretched luxuriantly. She felt deliciously sated. Dreamily, she began to pull on her clothes. MMMM, black cock! Why hadn't she ever sampled it before?
A hoarse muffled sound attracted her attention.
Oh, good gracious, Erik! Renee thought, staring at the bug-eyed, red-haired boy who lay trussed up not far from her.
She felt a twinge of contempt and a little bit of amusement as she untied him and tugged the gag out of his mouth. He sat up coughing, shaking like a leaf. His skin looked unhealthily pale. It made her shiver with disgust to look at him.
"Sweet Jesus!" Erik whimpered hoarsely. "I thought they were going to KILL us!"
"Well, they didn't, so stop acting like a baby," Renee said irritably, zipping up her dress.
"You sure didn't seem to mind what those ... those niggers were doing to you!" Buster sneered suddenly, his face darkening with rage.
If looks could kill, Renee would have murdered Erik right then and there. She sprang to her feet, tossing her gorgeous mane of blonde hair and gave a hard, contemptuous laugh.
"Mind it? I LOVED it! After that measly little Vienna sausage of yours, it was a joy to have two REAL men showing me a good time! You're a worthless little shit, Erik Magnusson, and I never want to see you again!"
And with that, the cute little minx flounced out of the clearing, her head held high.
*****
Remembering that exciting adventure in the park made Renee's heart flutter as she squirmed on the chair in the classroom. Professor Gladshaw was saying something about the Civil War, but every once in a while, Renee noticed that he glanced her way, unable to keep his eyes off her sexy legs.
To accommodate the rugged black educator, Renee slyly hiked up her dress so her pretty pink panties peeked out, and let her legs splay slightly apart. The next time he looked at her, she flashed him her most seductive smiled and Warren Gladshaw's voice faltered with confusion as he hurriedly averted his eyes.
The class finally ended, and the students filed out the door while Gladshaw occupied himself with organizing the papers on his desk. He glanced up and found himself staring at the buxom white girl who'd been flirting with him throughout the lecture. Her boobs expanded against her thin dress like torpedoes. He could clearly see the ripe projections of her nipples.
"That was a really enthralling lecture, Professor Gladshaw," Renee said.
"Really? I noticed you were so enthralled you didn't take a single note, Miss Sawyer!" Warren said, unable to repress a grin.
Renee giggled. "I'm sorry, I guess I was just too busy looking at you to listen very carefully to what you were saying. I'll try to pay more attention next time."
"My dear young lady, am I wrong, or are you being an outrageous flirt?"
Renee's baby blue eyes sparkled with sensuous lights. She passed the tip of her tongue over her full red lips and jutted out her breasts.
"Professor Gladshaw, you make me absolutely moist!" Renee purred. "L am just so turned on by you I can hardly stand it!"
Warren gulped. His palms were getting a trifle sweaty. He had worked hard to get this position, and he knew there were a lot of white faculty members who resented him intensely. Those ass-holes would be watching him like a hawk. If he slipped up just once, he'd be out on his ass. He had to behave with exemplary niceness, at least till people got used to having him around.
But, shit, what was a guy to do when an absolutely gorgeous blonde chick with tits out to there was practically begging him to lay her? He was going to have to exercise some rigorous self-control ...
"Miss Sawyer, that is rather flattering, and I must say you are an attractive young woman," he said smoothly. "But it is quite impossible for me to even consider becoming involved with one of my students. I'm sure there are plenty of young men of your own age who'd be glad to date you."
"I don't want to "date" some dumb college boy. Professor Gladshaw," Renee protested. "I want to get fucked by a man! A black man! In fact, by YOU!"
"You're being silly. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a faculty meeting to go to!" Gladshaw said firmly, and beat a hasty retreat.
He was guiltily aware, however, that his dick was rock-hard, straining against the material of his gray pants. AndVhe just couldn't shake the memory of that hot young slut. Her tits were pretty astounding. And those wet sulky lips, ripe for kissing ... And those limpid blue eyes, pools of whorish desire ...
Renee bit her lip in frustration. She gave a little sigh and walked quickly out of the class room. Exiting the building, she made her way to the parking lot, where her cream-colored VW was parked.
Hopping into her car, Renee headed for the Sawyer home on Pilsner Lane, only a ten minute drive from campus. But half-way there, she changed her mind and drove downtown to Lark Street.
Parking on the corner of Lark and Fitzsimmons, Renee went into Neptune's Trident, a bar she often frequented. She was going to get laid that afternoon if it was the last thing she did!
CHAPTER THREE
The half dozen guys sitting around the bar in Neptune's Trident gawked at the gorgeous thing who came tripping in and ordered a Sea Breeze. Renee perched on the stool, crossing her long, sexy legs.
She wore scarlet shoes with six inch stiletto heels and black lace stockings. She always kept these in the back of her car, and she had quickly changed into them before she went into the singles bar.
Renee allowed herself a casual glance around the smoky interior of Neptune's Trident. Just a few middle-aged guys, a couple of drunks, a skinny kid with acne who looked suspiciously young-no one interesting.
She took out a pack of Virginia Slims and lit one up, looking bored and beautiful and unapproachable. She drank two Sea Breezes and was beginning to get a little restless.
Just then, the door to the bar swung open and someone entered. Renee's back was to the door, so she didn't see who it was, but she saw everyone turn and stare and heard some feverish whispering.
Trying to be cool, she turned her head to see what all the commotion was about. A very flashy individual was sauntering up to the bar. He was a strikingly handsome fellow with a shock of blonde hair that didn't look quite natural.
He wore a silver fox coat which was a trifle showy, and a red silk shirt with a ruffled collar, which was opened to the navel, revealing a gym body and a golden tan.
His pants were white and skin tight, and he wore hand-tooled black leather boots. Diamonds and rubies glittered on his manicured Angers.
He looked like a GQ model-perfect features, perfect teeth, gray eyes, good cheek-bones, perfect. nose ...
And he was preening like a peacock, knowing that all eyes were upon him. To Renee, he seemed a little bit ridiculous, even though she knew at-once who he was.
Lance Devereaux was in Amber Springs on a promotional tour for his new movie, Southern Heat. He was one of those splashy self-promoting celebrities who make a lot of noise and but don't have much to show for it, except for good looks.
Renee's interested sharpened, however, when she got a glimpse of his entourage. Two hulking bodyguards shadowed the fur-clad movie star. They were both enormous with thick, ox-like necks and broad shoulders, huge arms and hands, and they looked mean, very mean.
But what attracted Renee's attention most was that one of these big goons was black as the Ace of Spades. The brute was at least six foot six, and must have weighed close to three hundred pounds! Big, black and built! Wow!
He wore a white tee shirt, contrasting deliciously with his ebony-hued flesh. His pecs bulged masterfully against the clinging cotton, and Renee did not fail to notice that the fellow had a very, very big basket.. , Lance Devereaux sauntered up to the bar and perched two stools down from where Renee sat. His goons took a table behind him.
"A martini, very dry," Lance said loftily.
"Right away, Mr. Devereaux," the bartender said eagerly, searching for the olives.
Lance shot a sideways glance at Renee. A little smirk creased his handsome features. He ogled her huge knockers and her long, crossed legs.
He took a sip from his martini glass. He saw Renee put a cigarette between her rosy lips. Lance rose from his stool and scooted across till he was sitting right next to her.
"Let me," he said, flashing a solid gold lighter.
"Thanks," Renee said coolly, taking a drag on her cigarette after he lit it for her.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing in a dive like this?" Devereaux asked silkily.
"I was about to ask you the same thing," Renee said sweetly.
He didn't catch the hint of sarcasm.
"I was thirsty and bored. These publicity tours can be such a drag," Lance said airily.
"Publicity tours?" Renee said innocently.
"You know who I am, don't you?" Lance asked, aghast.
"Oh, yes! You do commercials, right? l know! You're in that Preparation H ad on T. V.! " Renee said brightly.
Lance flashed a pearl-white grin, wagging a well-manicured finger at her.
"You're just pulling my leg, now, aren't you, young lady?"
"Well, Mr. Devereaux, you are a teensy weensy bit conceited!" Renee giggled.
"Can't help it!" he shrugged attractively. "Comes with the territory. Everyone expects me to be an ass-hole, so what can I do?"
"I suppose you're right," Renee nodded. "Actually, you seem a little nicer than l expected."
"Thanks! And you're the best-looking chick I've seen in weeks!" Lance purred.
'Thank you!"
"What d'you say we go back to my hotel room and have some bubbly and get better acquainted?" Lance said huskily.
"You do work fast, don't you?" Renee said, amused.
"I've got a busy schedule, what can I say?"
He did know how to pour on the boyish charm ...
"I'll tell you what, Mr. Devereaux. You're awfully good-looking and quite charming, but you're not exactly what I had in mind."
Lance looked crestfallen. He sighed dejectedly.
"Well, you can't blame a fellow for trying," he said forlornly, shooting her a sly glance. "What's your name, anyhow?"
"Renee," she said.
"Well, Renee. Might I ask what kind of guy you are looking for?"
Renee flashed him a cool blue gaze, a slow smile creasing her lovely features.
"Do you really want to know?" she demanded.
"More than anything!" he said dramatically.
"I'm looking for someone a lot like that goon who followed you into the bar."
"Which goon?" he said blankly, looking around.
"Your body-guard, silly. The one who looks like Mr. T's bigger, better brother."
"You mean Turk?" Lance cried.
"You don't have to tell everyone in the bar," Renee said ironically.
"Sorry!" he lowered his voice. "Well, Renee, you're sure full of surprises!"
"So you see, Lance, you'd be better off with some other chick."
"Well, now, I don't know. Let's think about this," Lance said, scratching his chin.
A light dawned in his jade green eyes.
"Say! I've got it! Come on back to my hotel, and I'll let you get acquainted with Turk!" Lance exclaimed.
Renee looked at him in mild surprise, but a little tingle of interest was beginning to kindle between her legs.
"What's the catch?" she asked.
"No catch!" Lance grinned. "Except I get to watch! And maybe join in?"
Renee giggled. "You're a funny one, Lance Devereaux. I guess I would like to sip some champagne...."
*****
Lance had an enormous suite at the Oleander Arms, the swankiest hotel in Amber Springs. He had room service send up two bottles of Moet and some caviar, and produced some good smoke as well as some fine cocaine.
In forty-five minutes, Renee was high as a kite and having a great time. She and Lance got along famously, giggling like kids. She noticed, however, that Turk and the other body-guard had vanished as soon as they arrived at the hotel.
Lance rose, a trifle unsteadily, and turned on the radio. Turning, he said slyly, "I'll be back in a jiffy, Renee. Make yourself comfortable, why don't you?"
Renee hummed along with Arethra Franklin as she sipped the bubbly champagne. She was tingling all over, a delicious warmth stealing through her voluptuous body. Kicking off her shoes, she said to herself, What the hell ... and started undoing her dress.
She shimmied out of it and perched on the sofa wearing only her lacy pink panties and her black net stockings. She untied the ribbon in her hair, and her golden tresses tumbled luxuriantly around her alabaster-smooth shoulders.
Her full, ripe breasts looked luscious and creamy in the subtle lighting. They were milky white, with tiny pale blue veins visible through her almost translucent flesh. Her nipples were juicy and ripe and they burned with desire, sprouting erectly.
The door to the bedroom opened and Lance appeared, dressed grandly in a black velvet bathrobe. It was obvious he was nude underneath. He had a big, shit-eating grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.
He sauntered over to an armchair and then, before sitting, clapped his hands imperiously.
"My dear, I have just decided to make your fantasy come true!" he said dramatically.
Another shape loomed in the bedroom door-way, filling it up. Renee gasped, her blue eyes widening, her cheeks flushing as electric jolts of passion seared her senses.
It was Turk. He had changed his costume. Now he wore his birthday suit, and Renee decided she had never seen a better-dressed man ...
The black buck strode into the room, moving with simian aggressiveness. His naked flesh gleamed, purplish black and silk-smooth over rock-hard slabs and slopes of muscle.
He was HUGE!! And in all the right places! His hulking torso tapered dramatically to a narrow waist. Those enormous thighs looked like they could crush a skull between them with no effort at all.
His family jewels swung meatily between his legs, and though he was not yet aroused, you could see at once that Turk was Hung with a capital H.
His bull-cock looked like a long, fat length of tarred rope, draping down over his hefty balls, almost reaching his knees. Renee's mouth watered at the sight, and she felt her pussy tingle and burn as it chafed fretfully against her clinging pink undies.
"MMMM, Lance, you are too good to me!" Renee purred with kittenish delight.
She sprang nimbly from the couch and darted up to the muscle-bound monster. She stared up at him with awe, and Turk flashed her a toothy grin, his dark eyes gleaming with jungle heat.
"Hi there, big boy!" Renee purred, running her finger-tips up his macho chest to his broad shoulders. "Why don't you give me a kiss?"
Turk growled, deep in his throat. His massive arms locked around her middle, crushing her close. Stooping, he mashed his thick lips against her mouth, kissing her hard. Renee gurgled in breathless delight as the brawny Negro sucked at her lower face.
His long, slobbering tongue swarmed around in her mouth. She felt his massive pecs flex against her bouncy, resilient knockers. And she felt something rapidly growing harder and longer, pressing and throbbing against her sleek, smooth belly.
With some difficulty, Renee managed to disentangle herself from Turk's bear-like embrace. She was panting hard. Her golden hair was disheveled prettily. Her cheeks were rosy with color. Her eyes were hot with bitch need.
"Oh, Turk...." she mewled, and pressed her lips in the valley between his muscled man-tits.
Her soft, warm taster lapped its way across the Negro's massive chest. She loved the way his pecs flexed against her lips. She suckled each of his hard paps, feeling them grow rigid against her tongue, like bullets.
Turk lifted his arms, hooking his hands on top of his woolly head, making his muscles stand out magnificently. Renee cooed, lashing her taster up the flaring boomerang of his right lat, plunging her face in the slimy hollow beneath his arm.
The blasting heat of stud armpit seared her senses, and Renee went hog-wild, sucking and licking, whorishly loving the acrid flavor of his sweat which filled her mouth like smoke. She lapped the kinky tufts of hair which sprouted beneath his arm, then swooped over and orally serviced the other armpit.
Quivering with female passion, the buxom blonde eagerly worked her way down the massive stud's body, making his ebony-hued flesh gleam with her warm spit. She shuddered as she sank to her knees on the carpet.
Turk's bull-meat lurched aggressively in the air, inches from her eyes. She could smell the pungent aroma of his sweaty crotch. God, was he big! She reached out with trembling fingers, closing both lily white hands around his rigid fuck-tool. It felt hard as iron, hot as a poker, and she stroked it and squeezed it, her pussy dripping with excitement.
Slavishly, she drew the pulpy, purple knob to her gasping lips. She kissed it. She poked out her tongue and wiggled it all over the greasy knob. Turk rumbled his approval as the blonde bitch stuffed his donkey-meat in her mouth.
Her jaws ached as they strained wide apart. She made little gurgling sounds of frenzied delight, sucking like a leech, bobbing her pretty head up and down. Renee pumped on the lower part of his over-sized whanger with her little hand while she gobbled and slurped on the upper half, which totally filled her mouth and jammed into her throat.
Saliva bubbled from the corners of her hungry mouth, and her cheeks hollowed as she slurped and milked on the juicy black pecker. The musky flavor of Negro prick drove her wild with passion.
Turk began to hunch back and forth with his hips, feeding her his big meat.
"Yeah, girl; suck dat cock! Suck it!" he muttered thickly, lust searing through his low-hanging testicles. '
The powerful body-guard began to get aggressive. Reaching down, he groped Renee's bouncy boobs as she sucked his cock. He kneaded them roughly, white flesh oozing between his dark knuckles like dough.
He jerked his twitching whang out of her panting mouth and slapped it roughly to and fro against her flushed cheeks, making them sting and glisten with spit and pre-come.
He grabbed a hank of her golden hair and shoved her pretty face down between his muscular legs.
"Suck my balls, bitch!" Turk thundered huskily.
Renee was only too willing to comply. She shuddered, delighted by his savage machismo. She mouthed the enormous globes of his nuts, sliding her licker all over the greasy sac, loving the acrid flavor and smell.
She slurped humbly on each egg-shaped nugget, then darted her face up beneath the heavy scumbag and tongued the underside of his greasy scrotum. Turk moaned in bestial delight, rising up on his toes as the bitch worked his balls over with expert wantonness.
"Yeah! Dat feel GOOD, bitch! Suck my big fuckin' balls all over! Yeah!" Turk panted, pumping his spit-lubricated erection.
All this while, Lance Devereaux was voyeuristically enjoying the hot black/white sex scene unfolding in his hotel room suite. The handsome movie star was sprawled in a chair. He had flung open his bathrobe and was pounding his throbbing pecker in his fist as he greedily watched his muscle-bound black bodyguard and the gorgeous blonde slut.
Turk swung around, facing away from the kneeling blonde. Bending forward, he jammed his sweaty bubble butt against her gasping, girlish face.
"Suck my ass, girl!" bellowed Turk.
Renee mewled in whorish delight, raining hot, wet kisses on the beefy cheeks of his coal black butt. She sluiced her licker up and down his slick ass crack, then burrowed between the beefy globes.
Pungent heat swamped her senses as she let her taster race and wiggle up and down his deep, grimy ass crevice. She worked her taster all over his musky butt, searching out the puckered rosebud of his anus. It burned the tip of her tongue, acrid and tight, and she quivered with girlish delight as she poked her licker all the way up his taut colon and wiggled it around.
Turk roared in bestial pleasure, punching his slimy ass back against her face, pumping his prick as he clenched at her tongue with his taut rectal ring. Renee's pussy quivered with bitch passion as she played with her ripe nipples and let her licker dart rapidly in and out of the Negro's butt-hole.
Turk straightened up and swung around to face her, panting with animalistic passion. His bull-meat jerked angrily in the air like a club. His dark eyes were pools of liquid lust.
Licking his thick lips, Turk dropped to his knees on the carpet and gripped Renee's shoulders, pressing her down on her back. Renee whimpered in delight, splaying her luscious gams wide apart.
The light glistened on the soft golden tuft which crested her pink, pouty twat. Turk ran his big hands up and down the front of her body, gripping the trembling globes of her bosoms, kneading them roughly. Renee mewled and squirmed, her aching nubbins scraping against the rough heels of his hands.
"Big fuckin' knockers!" Turk muttered thickly.
He stooped, stuffing her right tit in his big, drooling mouth. He slurped wolfishly, sliding his wet taster all over the pebbly halo, his spit trickling down her creamy white tit globe.
Renee cried out in joy, clinging to his woolly head as the brawny buck caught her nub between his strong white teeth and worried it like a dog. He let the throbbing nipple pop out of his mouth and growled as he attacked its twin.
Back and forth the massively muscled brute darted, working on her big, ripe tits till Renee's nips were fat and swollen and rosy as raspberries, blazing peaks of sensitivity.
He rolled his long pink tongue down the soft plane of her tummy, leaving a glistening trail of spittle in his wake. After pausing to tickle the enclave of her bellybutton, Turk gripped Renee's knees and pushed her sexy legs even wider apart.
The buttery petals of her silk-soft, oven-hot labia parted to reveal the pink, winking pucker of her cunt-hole. Hot lust knifed through the muscle-bound
Negro's loins as he stared at the spread little cunny.
He bent down, sniffing the sweet fragrance of her loins. Renee choked back a sob of almost delirious delight as his long, rough tongue flicked out and tantalized the bud of her clitoris, sending jolts of almost excruciating pleasure throughout her body.
She began to writhe and buck, little breathy cries fluttering from her lips as the brawny stud tongued and sucked her aching cunt all over. Turk buried his face between the honeyed folds of her spread twat, growling thickly as he ate pussy like there was no tomorrow.
His hot spit mingled with her honeyed pussy juices. He felt the velvet heat of her tight twat spasm and vibrate around his searching taster. He worked his tongue way up inside her, and then let it flick rapidly in and out.
He pushed the tip of his forefinger against the slick opening and worked the digit all the way inside the succulent love-chute. Locking his hungry lips around her erect clit, he suckled it as he finger-fucked her blazing cunny.
"AAAAAH!! AAAAAH!! Y-YEEEEES!! " Renee shrieked, tossing her golden mane.
She scissored her long legs around Turk's thick neck and began mashing her wet box against his face, flurries of incredible rapture swirling through her loins.
He worked two fingers up her tight cunny and pumped them in and out. He twisted them around inside her, spreading her pussy wide. The fireball of bitch-need which seared deep within her seemed to grow and grow, till she felt light-headed and breathless.
Turk pushed her legs off his shoulders and scrambled up, panting hard. He dragged her legs on either side of his waist. Fisting his over-sized whanger, he slapped it against her aching twat a few times.
"Want it, bitch?" Turk snarled thickly. "Want this big fuckin' cock shoved up your wet pussy? Huh?"
"Ooooh, p-please! Fuck me! Stick it in me! Shove it up there, PLEASE!" Renee moaned brokenly, her blue eyes blazing with naked passion.
The black buck punched the blunt, purplish head of his pecker against the glistening flower of her sex. Gripping Renee's waist in both big paws, he braced himself and started to lean into her, slow and easy.
The ripe folds of her vagina slowly gaped around his slick member, stretching wider and wider, until with a moist sliding motion, about half of his truncheon pumped up into her frothy interior.
Renee's eyes snapped wide open. She gave a strangled scream, her back arching in a bow. Her nails raked across the rug. Blazing explosions of mindless ecstasy strobed through her hot cunt as she felt it slowly strain around his monster pecker.
It pumped deeper and deeper, slamming against the very back of her pussy, stretching it beyond belief. She had never felt so totally expanded, so totally filled with manhood. She felt split wide open, stuffed completely.
It was an awesome sensation, and she sobbed in joy, whipping her golden tresses from side to side. The jello-like mounds of her boobs wobbled and jerked as she wriggled. Her furnace-hot cunny milked and squirmed around his rigid black tool, milking it deliciously.
"Yeah, baby! Hot little cunt you got! Yeah! Take it, girl! Take my big black meat up there! UNGH!" Turk snarled.
He planted his hands on the rug on either side of her, heaving himself up into a push-ups position. His muscles expanded and bulged as he began to thrust with his hips. His sweaty ass heaved ruggedly up and down between her lithe, creamy legs.
His hard stomach clapped moistly against her tummy as he pounded his bull-meat with sledgehammer strokes into Renee's quaking, squirming love-tunnel. His heavy nuts smacked virilely against her buns each time he jammed his sex-joint to the root inside her.
Broken screams erupted from Renee's mouth. Her body jerked violently each time the muscle-bound Negro stroked his horse-cock up her cunt. Hot sucking sounds came from the point where her bloated pussy yawned and sucked at his wrist-thick fuck-shaft.
Searing rapture spread like liquid electricity to all corners of Renee's body, setting her on fire. Lights and colors swam behind her tear-dazzled eyes. She bucked upward frantically.
She hooked her ankles around the small of his back. She ran her hands feverishly up and down his sweat-soaked chest, feeling the hulking slopes of his pectorals bulge against her lily white fingers.
She flopped wildly, like a fish out of water. Exquisite shock-waves of primal pleasure expanded and flowered between her legs. She sobbed in mindless rapture, her senses drenched by an orgasm that seemed to go on and on ...
CHAPTER FOUR
"Up on all fours, slut!" Turk's husky words seeped through Renee's dazed consciousness.
Almost as if in a dream, she obeyed, scrambling onto her hands and knees on the carpet, her body and mind still sizzling from the extraordinary climax she had just experienced.
Her big dugs swung down almost to the rug. Her nipples were swollen and rose-red, quivering with female desire. The buttery lips of her twat spasmed open and closed, leaking love-juices down the . insides of her creamy thighs. Turk's hulking physique glistened with a sheen of sweat, as if carved out of polished wood. He was panting thickly as he scooted up behind the white wench.
He pushed his slippery fuck-pole up between her legs, finding the gaping aperture of her cunt, and shoved his meat right up to the root inside her once more, his sweaty belly slapping hard against her buttocks. Renee's body jerked forward, and she gave a broken sob, tossing back her head.
Renewed passion was rapidly building inside her. Renee loved the sensation of having a huge, muscular stud humping into her energetically, his sturdy thighs whipping against her tender buns and the backs of her legs.
And, God, that COCK! So huge and iron-hard, filling her so completely! Each time it moved inside her, stroking the stretched walls of her hyper-sensitized cunt, the pleasure she experienced was more intense.
She rocked her hips back and forth, eagerly pushing down with her haunches, skewering herself gladly on Turk's tumescent penis.
"Yeah, slut! I love fuckin' that tight pink twat! Take it, bitch! TAKE IT!" Turk snarled through clenched teeth.
He brought down his massive black hands, slapping them savagely across the milk-white slopes of her upturned buttocks. Renee shrieked in delighted pain, rosy imprints of his huge hands erupting on the tender white flesh.
Turk growled, spanking her again, harder this time, twisting the plump globes roughly till the pale flesh oozed between his black knuckles.
He was pounding into her with pile-driver fury, his muscles contracting magnificently beneath his hot, perspiration-soaked flesh. The girl's pink fuck-glove worked moistly around his spasming tool, milking it exquisitely, making the big guy's balls ass with bestial satisfaction.
Turk paused, slowing down his cock-strokes. His big fingers dug deeply into the resilient flesh of her buns, spreading them wide. He stared down at the cute pucker of her tiny ass-hole. It winked at him coyly.
A fireball of animal lust expanded in his nuts. Turk grinned wolfishly, dragging his dong out of her outrageously stretched twat. His cock snapped up hard against his belly, dripping with girl-juices.
Fisting it, he smacked his sex against her aching, bruised buns a few times before sliding it into her crack. Renee gasped as she felt the plum-colored knob punch against her anus.
Her heart was pounding crazily. She mewled, closing her eyes, biting her lower lip, her nails curling instinctively into the carpet as she arched her back and prepared herself for his anal assault ...
"Yeah, bitch! This nigger's gonna ram your tight ass full of dick-meat!" Turk muttered hoarsely.
His eyes gleamed with jungle passion as he clenched tight hold of her spread buns and leaned into her. Renee shuddered and sobbed as her rectum slowly spread wider and wider.
Thorny stabs of pain quivered along the expanding rim of her tight bunghole. Then, suddenly, the pulpy crown of his pecker popped inside her oven-hot colon.
A lightning storm of heat ripped through Renee's guts. It was a blazing cohesion of pain and pleasure, making her scream and toss her mane of golden hair.
"Y-YEAH!" Turk roared with savage delight.
He thrust forward, pumping half his horse-cock up inside her nether furrow. Groaning, he rotated his hips, stirring his pecker around in her steamy innards. Renee sobbed and gasped, pain blending with pleasure, but pleasure starting to triumph, spilling into her spasming twat.
Turk thrust forward again. His hefty ramrod stroked to the root, and his wiry pubes mashed against her rounded buns.
"Damn! Tight fuckin' ASS!" Turk groaned huskily.
He made his pecker jump inside her, relishing the velvet heat of her clenching guts. Her elastic ass-hole sucked hotly at the wrist-sized root of his black dick.
Turk leaned forward, sliding his burly arms around Renee's narrow waist. He groped his way up to her huge, floppy boobs. Grabbing them up, he crushed and twisted at them, catching her erect nips between his knuckles.
Mangling her bouncy knockers, Turk began to sodomize the slut with brute force. Grunting thickly, he heaved his pelvis in a savage trajectory, punching his prick in and out, in and out of her slimy, squirming rectum.
"Yeah! like that, white girl? like gettin' fucked up the ass by a big nigger stud? Huh?" Turk snarled thickly.
She felt tumultuous currents of ecstasy collecting deep within, seething through her bowels, coursing in molten streams through her juicy cunny. And then she was coming, coming gloriously. The orgasm seemed to burst in her vagina and in her ass simultaneously, and she shrieked loudly, nearly passing out from the intensity of the climax.
"Awww, baby, yeah, I feel ya cummin'! " Turk panted hoarsely as her pliant anus squeezed and pumped around his bull-cock.
Abruptly, he jerked out of her, his slimy dick whipping up against his belly, swollen with man-lust. Turk scrambled around till he was kneeling in front of her.
Grabbing a handful of Renee's tousled blonde hair, he wrenched her head back. He pumped his bloated sex-prong in his other hand, slapping and rubbing the greasy knob all over her moaning face.
"Get ready, cunt!" he hissed thickly. "Get ready to take my hot fuckin' load! Yeah! YEAH! Gonna shoot, bitch! AAAAARRRGH!! " f
He threw back his head and roared with bestial delight. His over-sized whang expanded in his sweaty fingers and began to jerk like a cannon.
Instinctively, Renee yawned open her mouth eagerly, sticking out her sweet pink tongue. Steamy squirts of sperm exploded from his dick-hole, pumping over her cheeks and chin, lacing through her hair, spattering down onto her heaving tits.
Great, acrid gobs of the gunk splashed onto her tongue and pumped right into her mouth. She rolled the sticky love-goo around on her tongue, mewling with whorish delight as she swallowed it, loving the pungent, salty flavor.
"Awwww, y-yeah!" Turk panted shakily as she wrapped her warm lips around his spongy dick-head and sucked the last few glistening droplets of sperm out of his balls.
Lance Devereaux was panting hard. The handsome matinee idol was pounding his cock feverishly as he sprawled in the armchair, watching his bodyguard work Renee over. Excitement boiled through his aching nuts.
Now, as he watched Renee sluttishiy lick the semen off her full red lips, Lance could stand it no longer. He gave a choked cry, shuddering violently and grimacing as he started to shoot. Big, hot spouts of semen erupted from his aching cock, raining down on the carpet again and again.
With an exhausted, satisfied moan, he flopped back in the chair, panting for breath, his good-looking face flushed with passion ...
"Think you can get home all right, my dear?" Lance said as he escorted Renee to the door.
"I'll be fine," Renee smiled. "Only, I'm gonna be sore for a week! That big black brute of yours is something else!"
"I'm glad you had a good time," Lance said, somewhat wistfully.
"You're really sweet," Renee said, giving him an affectionate peck on the cheek. "If I wasn't so exhausted, I'd be happy to get in the sack with YOU! Maybe some other time."
"I'll always be at your service, milady," Devereaux drawled with an exaggerated, sweeping bow. "And, of course, my man-servant is yours for the asking, any time. Right, Turk?"
"Right, boss!" Turk boomed, grinning over Lance's shoulders.
Renee winked at Turk and went swishing down the hall to the bank of elevators, quite conscious of the two pairs of appreciative masculine eyes which were fixed on her pert derriere.
It had proved to be quite an eventful evening indeed!
*****
As Renee pulled her cream-colored VW into the driveway at 1617 Pilsner Lane, she noticed a moving truck pulling away from the house next door. So, the new neighbors had finally moved in, she thought with mild interest.
She flounced up the front steps and let herself into the house. She smelled something delicious cooking in the kitchen, and heard the voices of her father and mother.
She entered the kitchen just in time to catch the tail end of their conversation.
"I think it's just scandalous!" Barbara Sawyer was saying heatedly as she checked the roast in the oven. "What is the world coming to, when creatures like that can move into a respectable neighborhood?"
"Creatures like what?" Chuck Sawyer asked sarcastically. "You're still living in the past, Barb. Black people are just people, you "know. And anyone who can afford a place in this neighborhood isn't going to go around causing trouble."
Barbara rolled her eyes and said, "This is what I get for marrying a damn Yankee! My father must be spinning in his grave!"
But there was an affectionate twinkle in her eyes as she looked at her tall, ruggedly handsome husband. Barbara noticed Renee and beamed at her.
"Oh, hi, Renee! Have a nice day at college?" Barbara said.
"It was O.K., " Renee said casually. "I see that some new people moved in next door."
Barbara and Chuck exchanged glances, and Barbara said quickly, "Yes, they did. But I don't think they'll be there long. They won't fit in."
"Why?" inquired Renee innocently, giving her father a peck on the cheek.
"Your mother is a big perturbed because our new neighbors happen to be Negroes," Chuck informed her with a wink. "She thinks we'll all end up murdered in our beds or something."
"Oh, Mom! That's so dumb," Renee cried. "I have lots of black friends at college. They're really neat!"
"Well, I'm outnumbered, so I won't say anymore about it," Barbara Sawyer said primly. "Now. take your places at the table. Dinner is ready!"
Renee was lost in thought during dinner, and so were both of her parents. Chuck Sawyer was unusually quiet-he was usually jovial and expansive when alone with his family.
Chuck was a rugged fellow of thirty-nine, tall and strikingly handsome. He had short-cropped reddish brown hair and stormy gray eyes set in a craggy, deeply weathered face.
He was powerfully built, keeping in shape at the gym. He had a bit of a paunch, due to his wife's good cooking, but it looked good on him. He was a mature fellow in his prime, and women still threw themselves at him right and left.
Chuck was fairly faithful to his wife. In other words, he did not get into any complicated relationships with other women. He did fool around, though. His public relations job involved a good deal of traveling, and he was often out of town for days at a time.
like any other red-blooded American man, it wasn't unusual for him to hunt for trouble on these trips, and he almost always found it ...
Barbara would probably have been more shocked by his taste in other women than she would have been by the knowledge that he fooled around on a fairly regular basis.
Chuck's weakness was for dusky broads. Black chicks. Mulatto babes ...
These gals drove him wild. And watching the people move in next door, he had noticed that the wife was a strikingly beautiful woman with chocolate brown skin and huge jugs. He was more than a little excited about having a lady like that so close at hand ...
The next day was Saturday, and Barbara was occupied all morning at the Women's Club at the local Baptist Church. Renee was going to see some friends, so Chuck would be all by his lonesome.
He didn't know quite what he was going to do, but it was with guilty excitement that he got up early the next morning, showered and shaved and dressed with studied casualness. He put on a pair of denim cut-offs and a white tee shirt which showed off his beefy physique to perfection.
Slicking his hair back like some teenaged boy trying to impress a chick and putting on a pair of shades, Chuck Sawyer sauntered into his back yard and started mowing the lawn. From this vantage point, he had a good view of the house next door.
Shortly after he started mowing the lawn, a black man emerged from the house, hopped into a maroon Pontiac and drove off. Chuck's heart skipped a beat. Now was his chance ...
He turned off the lawn mower and strode purposefully over to the house next door. He rang the door bell, his heart thumping as he listened to the chimes echoing through the house.
A few moments later, the door opened, and Chuck found himself face to face with one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. She was a buxom black woman, who obviously had some white ancestors. Her skin was a delectable brown best described as cafe au lait.
Her hair was cut very short in attractive woolly curls on top of her scalp. She had large, doe-like, limpid brown eyes with curly lashes, and full, sweet lips. Her narrow, swan-like neck connected with sloping shoulders, and her enormous knockers jutted forth like missiles.
She was wearing a crimson and white silk kimono, knotted loosely at the waist, and this sensuous garment showed off a bountiful amount of cleavage as well as a pair of sexy, slinky brown legs.
"May I help you?" she inquired in a musical voice.
"Hi!" Chuck grinned, flashing his pearly whites and taking off his shades to display his smoldering gray eyes. "Chuck Sawyer. I'm your neighbor. Thought I'd drop by and introduce myself, since we're going to be living at such close quarters."
"Why, how nice of you to come over," the woman smiled. "Won't you please come in?"
Chuck felt a surge of elation as he saw what he correctly guessed was a flicker of feminine appreciation in her brown eyes as she gave him a swift once over. He followed her into the living room, admiring the high, full globes of her ass which strained against the clinging silk of her kimono.
"My name is Naomi Witherspoon, Mr. Sawyer," the mulatto wench said as she gestured for him to take a chair.
"Call me Chuck, ma'am," Chuck said, sitting down and splaying his legs wide so she could see the meaty bunch of his genitals.
"Only if you'll call me Naomi," she said prettily.
"It's a deal, Naomi," Chuck grinned.
"Can I get you a beer, Chuck?" Naomi asked.
"Sounds good to me!" Chuck nodded, eyeing her huge jugs boldly.
Naomi fetched a couple of Pabst Blue Ribbons from the fridge and perched on the sofa next to Chuck as they chatted and sipped.
"Where's your husband?" Chuck inquired casually.
"He's visiting his mother in Tuckerton," Naomi informed him silkily. "I don't expect him back till supper time."
Chuck grinned. Naomi smiled voluptuously, and Chuck was sure now that her eyes were telegraphing signals of erotic invitation ...
"You're a lovely woman, Naomi," Chuck said huskily, his gray eyes blazing with smoky desire.
"Why, thank you, Chuck," Naomi purred.
"In fact, you're one of the sexiest ladies I've met in a long, long time," Chuck continued.
"My, Chuck! You certainly are direct! Am I wrong in supposing that you're making a pass at me?" Naomi giggled.
"Let me put it this way," Chuck drawled. "I'll go as far as you'll let me, babe."
Naomi rose to her feet and swayed over to the stereo. She put on a Billie Holiday record and uncorded her kimono belt.
Chuck felt lust tighten in his nuts as the silken garment shimmied off her caramel-hued shoulders and fluttered about her ankles. She had her back to him, and he saw with delight that Naomi wore only a pair of virtually transparent white panties beneath.
Naomi turned to face him, her proud, naked breasts thrusting forward like torpedoes dipped in chocolate. They were succulent looking melons, capped by sand dollar sized nipples.
Naomi swayed sensuously in time with the music, hooking her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and peeling them off. She straightened up, wiggling her hips from side to side, stretching her arms kittenishly above her head as she smiled at him lasciviously.
Her hot muff was a moist "V" shaped mound of smoldering flesh, glistening with slut honey, crested by a coil of brown, kinky fuzz.
"O.K., big boy. Now it's your turn!" Naomi Witherspoon exclaimed huskily.
She was handling her stupendous knockers, her long, red nails flicking at the erect projectiles of her nips. Her almond shaped eyes strobed into him, burning with feminine heat.
Chuck sprang to his feet, trembling with bestial excitement. He popped open the buttons of his cutoffs and dragged them down and off.
His rock-hard bull-dick whipped up hard against his stomach, pulsing and ready for action. Naomi mewled in satisfaction as she eyed his healthy sex prong, which looked just big enough to satisfy her woman-itch.
Gripping his tee shirt, Chuck hauled it over his head and tossed it onto the couch. He was panting hard. He flexed his muscles a trifle narcissistically, fully aware that his muscular, hairy chest was pretty awesome.
Naomi strolled across the room till she stood in front of him, her puckered nipples brushing the hairs on his brawny chest. Chuck groaned huskily as he covered her swollen tits with his sweaty hands. He caressed and kneaded them hungrily.
Bending down, Chuck crushed his mouth against Naomi's full, sweet lips, kissing her hard. Naomi whimpered in delight, throwing her arms around his strong neck, returning the kiss wholeheartedly.
Chuck's hungry tongue slithered around in her mouth, tasting Naomi's sweet spit. He was strumming her aching nubbins between his forefingers and thumbs, and he broke the kiss, clamping his mouth onto one of her ripe nips.
Suckling it eagerly, he stuffed as much of her musky boob into his mouth, flicking his taster all over the pebbly aureole, catching the fleshy rivet between his teeth and nipping it gently.
Naomi cried out softly, shivering with satisfaction as the white man moved from breast to breast, making them sparkle and swell as he worked them over thoroughly.
She gasped as Chuck ran the flat part of his taster down the plane of her tummy. Sawyer dropped to his knees on the carpet between her lithe, caramel-hued gams.
He was face to face with the juicy pucker of her mons. The musky sweetness of her twat's aroma wafted into his flaring nostrils, making his balls blaze with desire.
With a groan, Chuck pressed his handsome face against her dimpled thighs. He kissed her wet, puffy labia, thrusting out his taster, letting it snake and slither up and down her hot slit.
Naomi cried out with joy, tossing her head, raking her nails through his short brown hair as Chuck started to lap her pussy energetically.
He tasted the hot honey which dribbled from her , snatch. He ferreted out the throbbing clove of her clitoris and feathered his tongue in rapid swipes across the aching love-bud, making it blaze with almost unbearable ecstasy.
"Ooooooh, y-yes, Chuck, Y-YEEEES!" Naomi shrieked, bucking her hips, banging her wet box against his face.
He stabbed his licker in and out of her spasming sex-hole, feeling its velvet heat and liquid tightness close convulsively around his probing taster.
Chuck pulled away from her, panting thickly. His face was flushed, his lips and chin saturated with her seamy cuntal libations. The hot taste of mulatto snatch burned on his tongue.
Gripping her by the waist, Chuck pulled the buxom Negress down on the floor, rolling on top of her, kissing her hard as he squeezed her big tits and ground his throbbing manhood against her bushy box.
He squirmed down between her legs, pushing them into the air and spreading them wide as he attacked her juicy cunny once more. He washed his long, greedy tongue from her sticky gash right down to the hot pucker of her ass-hole and back again, making Naomi shriek and buck with wanton delight.
"Ooooh, Chuck, you get me so HOT!" Naomi moaned throatily, twisting her own ripe nipples. "Let me suck it, big boy! Let me SUCK it!"
Chuck grunted, swinging his lower body around till his erection slapped against her cheek, still slurping on her cunt. Naomi purred happily, closing her long, tapering fingers around the fat, vein-etched shaft of his cock, pulling it to her full lips.
She kissed and lapped it sensuously, rolling her tongue in wet swirling motions all'over the pulpy knob. She hummed sluttishly as she stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she created a vacuum, milking his dick hungrily.
Chuck groaned into her cunt, grinding his hips as he lay on his side and tongued her clit. He pushed two thick fingers between the buttery folds of her labia and pumped them in and out as he suckled her aching love-bud.
Naomi's hungry, velvety mouth swarmed up and down on his dong, and Chuck grunted as he felt her swallow the whole thing, her rounded lips mashing into his musky pubes. He made his cock jump in her humming throat, lust and pleasure quivering in his gonads like a fistful of white hot coals.
The white man and the black woman sixty-nined on the rug for quite some time, moist sucking sounds filling the air as they got hotter and hotter.
The temperature in the room seemed to 'rise perceptibly. Chuck's muscular body was soaked with sweat. Naomi's musky slut-honey tasted like nectar, and her hungry mouth was like a hot, greased up glove working on his dong.
The new neighbors were getting along splendidly!
CHAPTER FIVE
"MMMM, you suck good dick, bitch!" Chuck Sawyer panted hoarsely.
He was on his knees, his big hands clamped firmly around Naomi Witherspoon's close-cropped head, guiding her face up and down between his hairy legs. Naomi's hot, "O" shaped lips squirmed up and down the thick, pulsating shaft of his horse-cock, and Chuck's heavy nuts slapped a sweaty tattoo against her chin. Bubbles of saliva frothed at the corners of the buxom Negress' full lips.
Gripping the nape of her neck, Chuck pulled back Naomi's head, pulling his stiff prick out of her mouth. He smacked and rubbed it against her cheeks and lips and chin, smearing her lovely face with spit and pre-come.
"Lick my balls, slut!" Chuck ordered masterfully, pushing her down between his legs.
He groaned as Naomi's tactile tongue wiggled over the meaty globes of his scum-bloated testicles, polishing them with spit. Naomi gurgled, surrounding each huge nugget with her hungry lips, suckling them slavishly.
"Ooooh, babe, that feels HOT!" Chuck rasped, jacking his huge prick as she sucked and licked his balls all over.
His hot gray eyes blazed as he stared at her upturned, chocolate-colored buns. Naomi was on her knees with her derriere poking coquettishly in the air as she sucked off the white stud.
She had a splendid ass. Perfectly shaped globes of caramel-colored flesh, separated by a deep, dimpled crack ...
"Damn, I'm ready to slide my salami up your hole, bitch!" Chuck muttered hoarsely.
"Please do, big boy! Please DO!" Naomi begged, pulling away from his nuts and staring up at him, naked passion etched on her Nubian features.
Chuck growled, crawling around behind her. His heart slammed against his rib cage as animal lust scalded his senses. He gripped his horse-meat and whipped her wiggling buns with it.
"Want it, bitch? Huh?" he demanded huskily.
"Y-Yeeeees...." Naomi whimpered.
He pushed the gooey head of his dick up between her legs, feeling the molten heat of her cunt vibrate against his cock-knob. Clapping his huge hands down hard across her brown buns, he dug his fingers into the resilient flesh and humped forward hard.
Naomi threw back her head and uttered a shrill scream of bitch-ecstasy as she felt his thick hard-on slowly slide up her silken sheath. Deeper and deeper he plunged, till his muscled thighs smacked against Naomi's wiggling tush.
"Oooooh, that's GOOOOOOD!" Naomi sobbed brokenly, rolling her hips. "So BIG! So HARD! AAAAAAAAAH!"
"Yeah! You like that, don't ya, slut?" Chuck panted, twisting his schlong around in her hot, quivering snatch. "Damn! Feels good, wench! Feels REAL good!"
He began to pump, his hairy ass swinging roughly back and forth, propelling his stiff-on in an out of her slippery, clenching vagina. Explosions of savage pleasure tore through his loins. It felt like a million tiny, silken fingers were at work on his hard, throbbing member, milking it deliciously.
"Oooh! OOOOH!! Do it, big fella, DO IT!"
Naomi shrieked joyously. "Ram that big cock up my cunt HARD! AAAAAAH!"
She arched her spine, jamming back with her hips, impaling herself whorishly on his huge, thrusting manhood. Hot soggy sounds came from the point where her swollen pussy lips slurped around his twitching cock-shaft;
"Yeah, you like it rough, don't ya, bitch?" Chuck snarled through clenched teeth.
He was up on one knee now, sledge-hammering his bull-tool in and out of her smoldering depths. He kept slapping both hands down hard across her stinging buns, mauling and twisting them as he pumped her twat full of dick-meat.
A few minutes later, Chuck pulled out. His burly body was drenched with sweat. His truncheon lurched in the air at a forty-five degree ankle, dripping with pussy juice.
He flopped down on his back on the rug, hooking his hands behind his head.
"C'mon, babe! Squat on my prick! I want you to ride me like a buckin' broncho!" he panted hoarsely, making his cock jump in the air.
Naomi moaned, crawling over to him. She swung her legs on either side of his narrow waist. Her magnificent breasts jiggled and swayed as the gorgeous Negress positioned herself above his slippery log of sex-meat.
Reaching down, she held his pecker steady, sitting on it slowly. She moaned huskily, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes as she sank down on it, shuddering as it filled her up.
With a low, ragged sob, the buxom beauty oscillated her hips, her sloppy vagina squirming and squeezing around his hard-on voluptuously. She rode up on it till the flaring rim of his cock-crown peeked out of the bloated folds of her labia.
Then, she dropped down on it with a broken scream, skewering herself completely. Naomi began to bounce faster and faster, heaving her hips frantically as she took his tube steak deep inside her again and again.
Chuck grunted in delight. He began to swing his pelvis up and down, meeting her as she descended, punching his love-muscle deep in her honey-sweet catcher's mitt.
"Yeah! Squeeze it, slut! Milk my dong with your hot CUNT!" Sawyer snarled hoarsely.
He reached up, covering her huge, bouncy knockers with his hands. Crushing and stroking them, he flicked his thumbnails over her ripe nipples, making them burn with pleasure.
He ran his brawny arms around her middle, sliding his hands down to her rounded buttocks, gripping them hard. He held her ass tightly, and began pounding up into her like a pile-driver.
His throbbing tool pistoned into her vigorously, Naomi's cunny juice soaking his pubes as she shrieked and tossed her head.
"AAAAIEEEEE!! " the black beauty cried shakily, arching her back. "I'M ... Oh, LORD, I'M GOING TO C-CUUUUUUM!! AAAAAAAH!"
And she did, violently. Surges and explosions of sheer rapture ricocheted and blossomed throughout Naomi's squirming, heaving body. She sobbed as lightning bolts blinded her vision and bells rang in her ears.
Her pussy went wild, suctioning hungrily around Chuck Sawyer's pounding pecker, and he roared in masculine pleasure, feeling her love honey scald his joint.
"Yeah! Yeah, bitch, I feel ya cumming! Damn! Gonna shoot, cunt! GONNA FUCKIN' SHOOT! AAAAAARRRGH!! " he roared.
Chuck's muscled butt snapped right off the rug as he slammed his thickening horse-cock deep in the mulatto wench's wet vagina. He grunted, shuddering as thick jets of seething scum vaulted up his sex tubes, blasting inside of her with volcanic force.
Again and again, gobs of man-sperm pumped into Naomi's succulent snatch, and she mewled and whimpered, squeezing and milking at his twitching dong with her supple cunt muscles.
Chuck flopped back gasping on the rug, dizzy with satisfaction, his big, hairy body soaked with man-sweat. Naomi cooed as she lay upon him, her huge boobs mashing against his chest as she nuzzled
Chuck's cheek with her full lips.
"That was real neighborly of you, Mr. Sawyer," she teased coquettishly, nipping his ear.
"Anytime, Mrs. Witherspoon! You get the urge, and I'll come runnin' over to give you want you need! Scout's honor!" Chuck grinned, squeezing her tits gently.
"I'll do that little thing, handsome!" Naomi purred.
And she did, too, as often as the two of them could arrange it. Their clandestine affair was a little tricky, but they were clever, and managed to pull the wool over the eyes of their respective spouses.
What Chuck and Naomi didn't know was that their respective spouses were soon to become embroiled in a relationship of their own ...
*****
Barbara Sawyer was shopping at the supermarket a couple of weeks after her husband's first encounter with their dusky neighbor. Barbara was a lovely woman in her late thirties. She was one of those lucky ladies who seem to reach full bloom at that age and exude a kind of sexual radiance which attracts men like flies to honey.
Barbara's red hair was arranged in a becoming, though not very fashionable beehive with cute spit curls. She had a fresh peaches and cream complexion with a very faint smattering of freckles on her cute upturned nose.
Her merry eyes were hazel with long lashes. Her lips were full and strawberry red, and her cheeks dimpled sweetly when she smiled, revealing even white teeth.
It was quite clear where Renee Sawyer had inherited her outstanding figure. Barbara was stacked. Her big milky knockers ballooned against the mauve fabric of her blouse as if ready to pop right out.
Her tight white shorts hugged Barbara's high, plump rear end like a second skin, and showed off her long and sexy gams to perfection. A cute pair of pink sneakers rounded out the young-looking housewife's skimpy outfit.
She was in a good mood and hummed to herself as she tossed things into her push-cart. Rounding the corner and starting down the next aisle, Barbara ran smack dab into someone's butt.
"Ooooh! Goodness, excuse ME!" she exclaimed, and then blushed beet-red when she recognized the person she'd literally bumped into.
"No problem!" the ruggedly handsome black man drawled, flashing his pearly whites rather wolfishly as he ogled her revealing cleavage.
Dwight Witherspoon was one hunk of a man. With all her inbred Southern prejudice, Barbara had been unable to shake this impression of her dark-skinned neighbor, and she often caught herself gazing at him through the kitchen window as he washed his car or mowed the lawn. In fact, she had begun to realize with a mingling of guilt and horror that she found Dwight Witherspoon more than a little exciting ...
He was in his mid-thirties, a tall, powerfully built fellow with broad shoulders, a muscle-packed chest and a slim waist-line. He was ruggedly handsome, with even, almost aquiline features. His nose was a trifle broad and his lips a little thick, but he was as sexy as that man whose poster adorned her daughter's bedroom wall ... What was his name? O.J. something ...
Renee's room was "off-limits" to her parents, especially now that she was over eighteen and going to college. But Barbara had ignored this rule a few weeks before when she'd done the laundry and wanted to put Renee's things in her room.
Barbara had been shocked to find that Renee's walls were simply covered with photos and posters of men. All of the men were black!
Barbara had confronted Renee about this that evening, and her spitfire of a daughter had thrown quite a temper tantrum. After stamping her foot and accusing her mother of "snooping" and "invading my privacy," she had gone on to attack Barbara's "old-fashioned values."
"Don't tell me you've never looked at one of those black athletes on TV and felt something stir inside you, Mom," Renee had said. "Because I won't believe you."
Recalling that uncomfortable conversation, Barbara felt even more confused as she met Dwight Witherspoon face to face for the first time and felt her stomach fluttering the way it had when she'd gone on dates as a teen.
"Don't I know you from someplace?" Witherspoon said as she started to maneuver her push-cart around him.
His intense brown eyes seemed to sear into her like lasers. Barbara felt as if he were undressing her with his molten stare.. She felt something quiver between her thighs ...
"Uh, I ... I don't think so," she faltered nervously, averting her eyes.
He snapped his Angers and flashed a broad grin.
"I know!" he exclaimed jovially. "I'm your neighbor! I've seen you a few times next door! Dwight Witherspoon."
He proffered a big, strong black hand. Barbara had no choice but to take it. His enormous paw completely covered her lily white hand, and his grip was powerful, sending an unwitting thrill through her buxom body.
"How ... How do you do? I'm ... I'm Barbara Sawyer," she stammered with a weak smile.
"Well, Mrs. Sawyer, it's about time we met!" Dwight boomed. "After all, we are neighbors. You must come by and visit sometimes.""
"I'll ... I'll do that little thing, Mr. Witherspoon. Now, if you'll excuse me...."
Barbara fairly darted down the aisle in her haste. She paid for her groceries, feeling all in a tizzy as she carried the two shopping bags into the parking lot and put them in the back of her station wagon.
Getting into her car, she started the engine and began to pull out of the lot when the car made a strange gurgling sound and konked right out, gliding to a dead stand-still.
"Oh, dear!" Barbara exclaimed.
She fiddled with the ignition key, frantically trying to get it to start again. A shadow fell across her, and a by now familiar voice rang in her ear.
"Having difficulties, Mrs. Sawyer?"
She looked up into Dwight Witherspoon's smoldering brown-eyes, and again felt that melting sensation at the pit of her stomach.
"I can't seem to start my car!" she explained meekly, batting her lashes at him.
"Let me take a look," he said, striding around and lifting the hood.
He fiddled around, calling for her to try to start it again a few times. The engine made a few halfhearted revving sounds and then died out with a low groan.
Dwight crossed around to her, wiping his hands on his black corduroys and shaking his handsome head.
"I'm afraid your carburetor is shot, ma'am. Looks like you're going to have to put her in the garage for a while."
"Oh dear!" Barbara exclaimed fretfully, furrowing her brow.
"Tell you what," Dwight said. "Why don't you ring up the garage from that phOne over there, and then I'll run you home in my Volvo?"
"Well, I ... I couldn't possibly impose on you that way, Mr. Witherspoon," Barbara stammered weakly.
"Nonsense! That's what neighbors are for! Here, I'll put your groceries in my car while you're making that call!"
What could Barbara say? She had no choice! And, to her mortification, she realized that she was more than a little excited about the prospect of getting to know that muscular black buck a little better ...
The interior of the Volvo seemed very small. Barbara was highly conscious of her proximity to the brawny black man. Her heart was beating violently as she felt his knee brush against her own.
He was so virile! She couldn't remember the last time she'd reacted to a man this way ...
Dwight wore a Ted Lacoste sports shirt which hugged the solid slabs of his pectorals and exposed his beefy biceps admirably. His black cords bulged almost obscenely at the crotch.
"You're quite an attractive woman, Mrs. Sawyer,"
Dwight drawled huskily.
"Oh! T-Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Witherspoon," Barbara smiled nervously.
"Let's cut the surname crap, why don't we? I'm Dwight," he said boldly.
"I'm Barbara," she almost whispered.
"So, Barbara, does it bother you to have blacks for neighbors?" Dwight inquired unexpectedly.
"What? Oh! Oh, no, not at all!" Barbara exclaimed a little too brightly.
"I can see it does. But I understand. You're Southern. It's tough: But I hope you'll at least be open-minded."
Barbara sighed. She said slowly, "You know, my husband and daughter have been bombasting me for weeks with that kind of logic. I give in! You're a very sexy man, Dwight Witherspoon. There. I've said it!"
"That makes my day, Babs!" Dwight grinned toothily.
"Ugh! Please! Not Babs! Anything but that!" Mrs. Sawyer cried, her eyes twinkling. "Sorry, Barbara."
Barbara was feeling all warm and excited. Her pussy was hot and wet, chafing against her panties. She was squirming in breathy excitement as Dwight Witherspoon pulled the Volvo into the driveway at 1619 Pilsner Lane, right next door to the Sawyer home.
He got out and opened the garage door. He got back in and drove the car into the garage. Barbara remained in the car, her heart hammering as she waited for him to close the garage door.
The interior of the garage was lit by a single light bulb which swung from a chain suspended from the ceiling. As if in a dream, Barbara got out of the car. She was a little dizzy. Exhilaration thrilled her senses. Barbara Sawyer, are you really going to go through with this? What would your mother say!
And then another little voice in her head spat out gleefully: Fuck you. Mom!
Dwight strode slowly around until he towered above her. He looked so huge, so strong, so ... black!
"What about your wife?" Barbara said faintly as he reached down and started to snap open the buttons of her tight white shorts.
"She's not home," he muttered huskily.
Barbara moaned softly as he crouched down, drawing her shorts slowly down around her ankles. She was trembling uncontrollably as she stepped out of them. Her panties moulded stickily to the hot mound of her mons Veneris.
"Beautiful legs," Dwight murmured, running his hands slowly up her calves.
Barbara gasped, closing her eyes and leaning her butt against the warm hood of the Volvo as his fingers glided up her inner thighs. His touch was electric, stinging her senses, scalding her nerves ... She bit her lower lip as he hooked two fingers in the elastic of her panties and dragged them down.
The harsh white light glittered on her exposed sex. Her pussy lips were full and juicy red, parting to expose the tender pucker of her fuck-hole. Silky red fur coiled around her twat, and Dwight could see her rigid clit, glistening with love-juice.
"Oh, baby!" Dwight growled, brushing his thumbs over her succulent labia.
"Aaaaaah...." Barbara sobbed hoarsely as his hot breath stirred her pubes.
Dwight imbibed her luscious perfume, his nostrils flaring, her silky pubes tickling his lips. He pushed out his long wet tongue. He washed it hungrily up and down her sticky gash.
Barbara bucked her hips Spasmodically, her fingers digging into the hood of the car as liquid jolts of sheer ecstasy stabbed through her loins. She tossed her thick, glossy mane of auburn hair, broken cries rustling from her lips as the black stud smothered his hungry lips and lashing tongue in the slippery folds of her sex.
He plunged his taster deep in her clinging love-tunnel and worked it around. He latched his lips around her clit and suckled it till Barbara was heaving and shrieking with mindless delight.
He jabbed two thick fingers deep in her vagina and pumped them in and out, testing the silken elasticity of her quivering cunt. His pecker was straining painfully against his tight cords, begging for freedom.
Keeping his fingers busy between Barbara's dimpled thighs, Dwight rose to his feet. He was panting hard as he crushed his lips to hers.
An illicit thrill of shocked pleasure shot through Mrs. Sawyer as the brawny Negro stuffed his hot tongue in her mouth. She sucked on it, giving in to naked passion, hardly able to believe that she was letting this happen.
Still punching his fingers up her dripping snatch, Dwight fumbled with the buttons of her blouse with his free hand. Barbara gave him some help, and wiggled out of the blouse, mewling in delight as the full, bouncy orbs of her freckly white knockers jiggled free.
"MMMM, big, fine tits! Just like I like 'em!" Dwight muttered, stooping to press his handsome face into her perfumed cleavage.
"Ooooh, y-yeeees...." Barbara Sawyer gasped as the rugged stud whisked his long eager taster over her creamy jugs.
He swirled his tongue tip rapidly over each of her taut, rosy nipples and sucked the sand dollar sized nubs in his mouth, grazing them with his strong teeth. He milked on the puckered erections till they were burning points of female heat, and Barbara was gasping in ecstasy, her dripping cunt squirming hungrily around his thick fingers.
"Damn, honey, you're fuckin' HOT!" Dwight Witherspoon growled, pulling his fingers out of her pussy with a wet squelching sound.
He gripped her slender shoulders and pressed down. With a moan, Barbara meekly sank to her knees on the cold stone floor of the garage. Her head was spinning as desire sizzled through her senses.
She dimly heard a dull rasping sound as the black stud dragged down his zipper. He hauled his cords down around his ankles, struggling out of his pants and his shoes.
His rock-hard horse-cock lifted the elastic of his BVDs right of his firm stomach, straining for release. Swiftly, Dwight shed his undershorts and straightened up.
His pecker bulged before Barbara's rounded-hazel eyes like a loaded gun. It was enormous! Thick and juicy, purple-black and ropy with lust-heated veins, his manly prick jerked up and down, leaking a gooey bead of moisture from the fat piss hole.
"Like my big black meat, Barbara?" Dwight asked huskily, leaning forward.
His sex-tool rubbed against her flushed cheek, and the pungent aroma of his sweaty crotch seared through her nostrils like ammonia, triggering a surge of wild, whorish passion. She moaned, plunging her lips and nose into his wiry pubes, sluttishly licking the insides of his thighs.
She stroked his bull-dick in her lily white fingers, whimpering and gasping as she ran her taster down to his wrinkly ball sac. Letting go of his whang, she scooped up Dwight's nuts in both hands. His balls were so huge, they filled up both her hands and then some, draping over the sides.
They were heavy and hot with stud-scum. She smothered her face in the greasy sac, slurping at each bloated testicle, straining her wet lips around them and sliding her taster all over his musky scrotum.
Dwight groaned in pleasure, his ramrod twitching in the air. He shuddered as the buxom red-head rolled her licker up to the thick root of his manhood.
Barbara hummed in satisfaction as she slowly, sensuously tongued and kissed her way up and down his rigid bull-meat. She was going to enjoy every moment of this erotic black/white encounter!
CHAPTER SIX
"Yeah, babe! Suck it! Suck that big black cock GOOD!" Dwight Witherspoon panted thickly.
His big hands curled around the back of Barbara Sawyer's head, his fingers twisting in her lustrous auburn tresses, roughly guiding her up and down on his throbbing manhood.
Barbara gurgled and slurped, her ripe red lips swarming up and down the wrist-thick shaft of his massive truncheon. The hot taste of Negro meat filled her mouth like smoke. She choked as it pumped right down her aching throat.
Barbara was as amazed as Dwight that she was able to deep-throat his massive boner. She loved every throbbing inch of it, humming sluttishly as she held it deep in her gullet, her lips and nose mashing into his crinkly pubes.
"Damn, you suck good!" Dwight groaned hoarsely, swiveling his hips.
He jerked her head back and forth by the hair a few more times and then dragged her off his throbbing member, which slapped up wetly against his hard-muscled belly.
Stooping, Dwight-lifted Barbara to her feet. Gripping her by the hips, he plopped her down on her butt on the hood of his car. Standing in front of her, his horse-cock aimed at her juicy snatch like a cannon.
He dragged her towards him, draping Barbara's legs on either side of his narrow waist. Fisting his fuck-prong, Witherspoon punched the plum-colored knob against the buttery petals of her labia, splitting them wide.
Dwight grunted, hunching forward with his hips, digging his fingers into the plump globes of her ass cheeks. Barbara arched her back, giving a 'low, strangled sob as she felt his huge cock slide slowly up her scalding cunt.
Deeper and deeper the pecker stroked, touching the very depths of her throbbing vagina, stuffing it full. Barbara was squirming and shrieking as her bloated pussy lips locked wetly around the wrist-thick root of his tube steak.
"Yeah! Nice wet pussy, babe! MMMM! Damn, feels hot and tight! Yeah, squeeze it, honey! Squeeze with that hot fuck-glove!" Dwight panted huskily, rotating his hips, churning his schlong in her spasming box.
Barbara was panting and writhing, nearly delirious with bitch passion. She flopped back on the hood of the car, her russet-hued tresses spilling out, her fingers closing around the big, pillowy globes of her tits.
She stroked and squeezed her hefty knockers as she savored the sensation of having a thick black tube steak rammed right to the root in her tight cunt. Dwight began to move, swinging his lean hips in short jabbing motions, pumping his prick around in her juicy snatch.
The stroking of his over-sized fuck-tool against the sleek, tender walls'of her vagina send blinding bursts of sheer ecstasy ricocheting through Barbara's nerve endings, and she bucked and squealed.
"Oooooh! OOOOH! Y-YEEEES! Fuck me! FUCK MEEE, YOU BIG BRUTE! AAAAAAH!" Barbara screamed, tossing her reddish mane from side to side.
The hood of the car began to bounce and creak as Dwight began to ram his sweaty ass back and forth between Barbara's lithe white legs, which scissored around his middle.
His bull-tool squelched in and out of her suctioning pussy, jerking almost all the way out before pounding to the hilt inside her once more. His low-hanging testicles slapped a lusty tattoo against her squirming buns.
He grabbed her legs under the knees and pushed them forward, nearly doubling the buxom beauty in two and placing her ankles on his broad shoulders. With this sensuous leverage, he pounded into her pussy mercilessly, hoarse grunts spraying between his clenched white teeth as he fucked hard and fast.
His strong fingers dug into her narrow waist, and each savage thrust made Barbara's big boobs jiggle and jump like overturned bowls of vanilla pudding with strawberries on top.
"Like that, baby? Huh? like this big black cock up your hot fuckin' twat?" Dwight panted thickly, sweat glistening on his brawny black physique.
"Aaaah! AAAAAH! Y-YEEES! OOOOH, L-LORD, THAT'S GOOOOOD!" Barbara shrieked brokenly.
She felt the fire which blasted through her cock-stuffed cunt growing more and more intense, until it was overwhelming. It exploded and seethed through her writhing, bent-over body, erupting in glorious fireworks behind her sex-dazzled eyes.
"AIEEEEEEEE!! C-CUUUUUMING!! " Barbara screamed as she was convulsed by a steamy, all-encompassing orgasm.
"Yeah, baby, YEAH!" Dwight growled hoarsely, redoubling his efforts.
He pounded into her in a fury of savage jungle passion, his glistening muscles bulging as he worked himself to the brink of orgasm. With a husky roar, the king-sized black stud jerked his throbbing whang out of her hot, dripping snatch and gave it a few frantic strokes.
It expanded and jerked like a repeating rifle. Hot squirts of pungent cream pumped from his dick-hole, spraying high in the air, spattering down in gooey puddles and rivulets all over Barbara's big, bouncy titties, dripping into her cleavage, even splashing on her chin and cheeks.
She gurgled wantonly, scooping up some of the sticky seed and sucking it off her fingers like the whore she had become. Dwight groaned hoarsely, staggering back, his slightly drooping bull-tool popping wetly out of her cunt-socket and flapping between his legs like a thick length of rope dipped in tar.
Barbara's legs felt like rubber as she tentatively slid down to the floor of the garage. There was a moist imprint of her buttocks on the hood of the car, and trickles of liquid ran down the insides of her supple thighs.
"Goodness!" she managed to gasp with a shaky smile on her flushed face.
She looked incredibly beautiful at that moment, her face all hot and rosy, her eyes limpid pools of hazel heat, her lips full and moist and parted. Sperm glistened on her ripe, erect nipples, and her buttery cunny lips were full and parted.
Staring at her, the virile buck felt tendrils of manly lust start to rekindle in his belly, snaking down to his huge nuts. A slow, sexy grin stretched across his dusky features, and his eyes grew hot as coals.
"Want to go inside for a spell?" he coaxed in a voice like honey and gravel. don't know," Barbara faltered. "What if ... What if your wife came in unexpectedly?"
"She won't. I promise. Come on! I'll give you a tour of the house!" Dwight urged, taking her by the hand and leading her to the door which led from the garage into the kitchen.
Dwight's idea of a "tour of the house" was leading Barbara through the kitchen and the living-room to the stairs, and then up to the spare bedroom at the end of the hall.
In no time at all, he had her sprawled on her back on the bed, his face smothered between her bouncy jugs. Barbara whimpered and gasped as he gobbled and sucked on her aching titties. He tasted his own sperm on her puffy, jutting nipples, and felt the wanton heat seething through her silky white flesh.
Barbara was completely naked, but Dwight still wore his Lacoste sports snirt, which clung to his muscular torso, soaked through with sweat. Getting up on his knees beside her on the bed, he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
Barbara mewled with bitch passion as her hooded eyes took in the bulging slabs of his massive pectorals and the fatless ridges of his firm stomach muscles.
She crawled over to him, running her hands feverishly up and down his body. Dwight growled with bestial satisfaction as his buxom neighbor pressed her warm lips against his right man-tit. She kissed and licked and sucked her way across the brawny stud's chest, purring in sluttish satisfaction as she explored his sleek black flesh with her tongue and lips.
Dwight lifted his arms, hooking his hands over his woolly head, allowing the buxom bitch she slide her tongue into each of his sweaty armpits, licking them clean. Barbara loved the acrid, musky flavor and aroma of his hot sweat-it drove her wild with desire.
She licked and sucked the big black stud from head to toe, till her taster was tired, till Dwight was panting with almost uncontrollable lust. With a growl, he ordered her to get on all fours, which Barbara did with alacrity, jutting her sweet white ass in the air prettily.
"Damn, lady, you get me fuckin' HOT!" Dwight muttered as he plunged his slimy cock deep in her cunt, fucking her doggy fashion.
He clapped his hands around her jiggling bubble buns, kneading them lasciviously as he sawed his hips back and forth, sliding his whanger roughly in and out of her sloppy, suctioning cunt.
Barbara gasped and mewled, writhing and bucking as he pounded into her hard and fast. The bed creaked and groaned in protest under all this strenuous activity, and the sound of hot, sweaty flesh slapping together echoed through the spare bedroom.
"Yeah! Fuckin' you good, lady! Fuckin' you hard and GOOD!" Dwight grunted thickly, socking it to her full force.
He ran his big black hands up her tummy and grabbed her plump, floppy jugs, crushing them in his strong fingers. He jerked her upper body up off the bed so that Barbara's red head flung back across his shoulder, and continued to slide his salami up her wet, spread twat from behind.
"Yeah, bitch! You like that, don't you? MMMM, sweet, baby, real sweet! How's about getting your tight ass-hole pumped full of black meat, doll? You like that?"
His hot words, hissing in her ear, drove Barbara wild with almost hysterical passion, and the black stud was twisting and tugging on her fat nipples till they burned with sensitivity.
"Y-Yes! Use me! Fuck me! DO IT!" she cried in feverish passion.
He pushed her face down on the pillow and slowly drew his throbbing joint out of her juicy snatch. It popped up against his sweaty belly, dripping and jerking.
He spread her creamy, freckled butt cheeks with his thumbs, grunting in excitement as he stared at the pouty rosebud of Barbara's ass-hole.
Licking his dry lips, Dwight gripped his slippery tube steak at its base and slapped it against her dimpled ass crack a few times before sliding it between her bouncy buns.
Barbara mewled softly, digging her fingers into the bed sheets as she felt the pulpy head of Dwight's cock press against the taut pucker of her tender bunghole. It felt so huge and slippery and hot! Desire melted in her bowels, twisting and fluttering inside her like a moth with burning wings.
Dwight leaned into her slowly, holding his cock steady with one hand and gripping her waist with the other. His blue-black fuck-stick pumped her tender pinkish ass-hole into a hot, quivering "O" and slipped inside her with a moist pop.
"AAAAAIEEEEE!! " Barbara shrieked, her head jerking back and her eyes bugging out as his huge horse-meat rammed up her bowels.
Pain and ecstasy knotted and flared and billowed through her body, making her head spin, making her sob and gyrate and claw the bed sheets like a wild cat. Slowly, inch after inch of his hefty whanger slipped into her nether chute, till Witherspoon's musky pubes tickled her buns.
"MMMMM, baby, nice and tight and fuckin' HOT!" Dwight rumbled thickly.
He rolled his hips, twisting his truncheon in the clenching furrow of her velvety, furnace-hot rectum, loving the way it squirmed and suctioned at his dick. He began to stroke it to her, pumping with lusty hip-thrusts.
His heavy nuts whipped pendulously back and forth, slapping moistly against her hot, dripping pussy as he pounded into her ass with pile driver force. The initial pain Barbara had experienced had swiftly subsided, to be replaced by a gathering storm of almost unbelievable pleasure which raged through her cock-stuffed guts, spurring her into a frenzy of sluttish excitement.
"Yeees! Ram it! AAAAAAAHM" Barbara squawked brokenly, arching her back into a bow.
She humped back to meet his muscular thrusts, impaling herself gladly on his pistoning black prick. Dwight spread her freckly white buttocks wide apart so he could watch as his thick, purple-black boner sliced in and out of the squirming pucker of her outrageously stretched bunghole.
Her elastic rectum was tight and hot, squeezing hungrily around his sturdy pecker, making Dwight's big, sweaty nuts bloat and burn with mounting lust as he plowed her rectal furrow fast and hard.
Barbara felt the exquisite delight which strobed through her ass spill over into her quivering snatch. The liquid heat stabbed into her again and again, bursting suddenly inside her like a mushroom cloud.
She threw back her head and screamed loudly, clawing desperately at the sheets as she climaxed gloriously, coming in her pussy and in her ass at the same time.
"AAAAARRRGH!! " Dwight Witherspoon bellowed, feeling her mucky ass-chute grab wildly at his pecker as Barbara reached orgasm. "TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE MY HOT FUCKIN' LOAD!"
He hammered forward hard, sliding his erection to the root in her steamy guts, holding it there as his balls tightened and exploded. Searing jets of man-spunk ricocheted up his fuck tubes, erupting inside her like a fire hose.
Barbara sobbed weakly, little shudders trembling up and down her spine as she felt the muscle-bound black man squirt his pungent seed way up her aching ass, pumping her full of sperm and semen.
It was the beginning of a hot and steamy relationship which, amazingly, paralleled that of their respective spouses. The coincidences in this little socio-sexual drama of black/white sex had one more startling twist, however. But that twist had yet to occur ...
*****
Renee Sawyer was so frustrated she could hardly stand it. Half a semester had slipped by and she still hadn't been able to seduce Professor Gladshaw. He had been very adroit about avoiding her advances, and made a point of zipping out of the class as soon as the lecture was over, never giving Renee more than a few moments alone with him.
Well, Renee was determined to change all that. She decided to pay Warren Gladshaw a surprise visit. She did a very, very sneaky thing.
She composed a note which she signed Uriah Turkindorf. Professor Turkindorf was head of Professor Gladshaw's department. The note asked Gladshaw to meet Turkindorf in Gladshaw's classroom in Wellesley Hall at three o'clock on Friday afternoon for an important meeting.
Renee slyly slipped the note into Gladshaw's box in the Sociology office at two o'clock on Friday, knowing that Warren stopped by the office punctually at two-thirty every day.
Then, she darted off to Wellesley Hall and lay in wait. There were no classes on the third floor of the Hall that afternoon, and Renee sneaked into Gladshaw's room and hid in the closet.
Her heart was racing gleefully when she heard the door open and, peeping through the crack in the closet doors, watched as Warren Gladshaw entered the room, looking a little flustered.
What a man! Renee sighed softly as she admired her secret idol. He was so big and strong and handsome! He always looked a little silly in that suit. She couldn't wait to see what he looked like when he was out of it ...
Carefully, Renee undid her halter top and slithered out of her pleated skirt and pink panties. She felt deliciously naughty as she stood inside the closet wearing nothing but bobby sox and tennis shoes.
Her pert nipples quivered with excitement. Gingerly, the buxom blonde coed pushed open the closet door.
Professor Gladshaw was leaning against his desk, absently scanning a newspaper as he awaited Professor Turkindorf. Renee tiptoed forward gleefully, till her back was pressed against the door, facing Warren.
"Hi, Prof!" Renee chirped cheerily. "Huh?" Gladshaw grunted in surprise, lowering his paper.
His eyes widened and he gave a choked cry of shock which was quite comical. Renee giggled gleefully.
"My dear Miss Sawyer, get back into your clothes and get out of my room!" Warren said severely, forcing a ferocious frown. "I must warn you that
Professor Turkindorf is going to be here at any minute now. Do you want me to lose my job?"
"Don't worry, Warren," Renee purred, turning the latch on the classroom door. "I penned that little note myself! Professor Turkindorf is nowhere near this joint!"
Gladshaw gawked at her for a moment in disbelief. And then, a mingled expression of exasperation and amusement creased his Nubian features.
Shaking his head and grinning, he said, "Damn, girl! You're sure persistent, aren't you?"
"Well, goodness, Warren," Renee pouted, batting her lashes at him playfully. "I've got the hots for you! What's the harm in that? I mean, don't you think I'm attractive at all? You're not gay, are you?"
She poked her mammoth breasts forward and wobbled them from side to side. Warren's eyes were mesmerized by her jiggling jugs, helpless tingles of desire starting to shoot through his big, brawny body.
"Honey, don't tease if you don't mean to deliver," he muttered hoarsely.
Renee's eyes brightened as she saw that the bulge in his gray pin stripe trousers was growing larger and larger.
"Does it look like I'm teasing?" she purred, rolling her hips. "I'm naked, I'm alone here with you, and I'm willing to go the limit, Professor, so why don't you just haul it out and lay it on me?"
Gladshaw shuddered, giving in to the mounting lust which seethed through his loins. His fingers trembled as he jerked down his zipper. His pants dropped around his ankles, and he struggled out of them, kicking off his shoes.
His BVDs bulged obscenely around the rapidly thickening tower of his cock, which lifted the elastic right off his muscular belly. Renee gasped in delight, eyeing the bulge in his BVDs with greedy eyes.
She strolled up to the brawny buck, pressing her projecting bosoms against his shirt front, his tie resting in her deep cleavage. Warren grunted as he felt her fingers fondle his privates through his under-shorts.
Renee stared up J. him with luscious blue eyes, and she purred, "Kiss me, you fool...."
"You win, baby," Warren muttered.
He threw his arms around the naked lass and crushed her close, kissing her hard. His hungry mouth roved over Renee's lower face. Renee mewled as her professor's long, warm taster snaked between her lips. She sucked it sluttishly, tangling her own taster with his, swapping saliva.
His hands came around and clenched the ballooning spheres of her knockers. He kneaded them roughly, the creamy flesh oozing between his dark knuckles. He scraped his thumbs over her turreting nubbins, making them burn and throb outward like rubber rivets.
Renee moaned into his mouth, squirming in delight as his strong, masculine hands roved all over her body, setting fire to her tender, milky white flesh. She fumbled for his underpants, hooking her fingers in the waistband. With a jerk, she dragged them down, and a thrill of delight surged through the blonde slut as she felt his jerking horse-meat slap up against her tummy.
She broke the kiss, panting hard as she stared down in awe at the brawny professor's bull-sized pecker.
"Gracious sakes alive...." she gasped faintly.
Professor Warren Gladshaw was endowed like the proverbial stallion! Renee, with her taste for dark meat, had long before ascertained the truth of that old adage about the super endowment of black studs. She'd seen a lot of over-sized tube steaks in her day, but this one was the biggest.
Oh, yes, by far the biggest! Gladshaw's boner looked like a dwarf's arm and bunched fist shaking at destiny. It erupted proudly from a thick thatch of wiry pubes, lust-heated blood pumping through the veins which etched the corrugated, purplish black shaft.
Warren's prick was thirteen inches long, and as thick as Renee's wrist. It was capped by a blunt, heart-shaped knob, puce-colored and pulpy, leaking a bead of glistening moisture which wobbled on his urethra like a droplet of clear mercury.
His bull-sized testicles swung meatily nearly to his knees, like baseballs in a chocolate-colored, wrinkly bag. Renee looked from Warren's crotch to his face and back to his crotch again, absolutely stunned by her good fortune.
Warren flashed her a wolfish grin, showing off his pearl white teeth.
"Think you can handle that whopper, Miss Sawyer?" he drawled, making his joint whip up smartly against his belly a couple of times.
"I'm sure as hell going to try, Professor!" Renee murmured sexily, running the tip of her tongue over her full red lips.
She sank to her knees on the floor, her heart racing in excitement. Scooting forward, Renee cooed as she cupped Gladshaw's nuts in her hands, stooping to imbibe the musky aroma of his sweaty groin.
Gladshaw moaned huskily as his blonde student pressed her soft lips against his scumbag, raining feather-soft kisses all over it. She opened her mOuth wider, thrusting out her satiny tongue, washing it hungrily back and forth over each bloated nugget, painting them with spit.
"Yeah! Lick those balls, baby! Feels good!" Warren growled.
He shuddered as Renee's wet, warm lips swarmed around his twitching gonads. He closed his eyes and gasped as she ran her licker in long, squirming motions back and forth over the underside of his scrotum.
"Ooooooh, M-MAN!! Milk those balls, sugar!" Warren moaned.
Sensuously, Renee worked her way up to his thighs, running her taster through his woolly, sweat-soaked pubes till she was laving the thick, solid root of his manhood. She purred with passion, licking his immense fuck-staff from bottom to top and back again, tracing every inch of that monster-cock with her curious, tactile licker.
Velvety warmth spilled through Gladshaw's lust-engorged erection. His fingers curled convulsively around the edge of the desk he was leaning against, and he groaned huskily as the buxom blonde slut slowly wrapped her skillful lips around the fat head of his cock ...
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Suck it, wench! Yeah! Suck my big fuckin' black cock!" Gladshaw panted thickly.
His voice was losing its carefully cultivated accents of education, reverting back to the voice of a rugged athlete from the slums who had led a two-fisted, macho existence till he won a football scholarship to Hotchkiss University.
His fingers curled into Renee's lustrous golden locks, gripping her head masterfully as he began to swing his hips back and forth. His super-sized pecker pumped wetly between the Sawyer girl's "O" shaped lips, completely filling her humming, gurgling mouth.
This little slut sure knew how to suck cock! Warren stared down at her with disbelief, watching as his purple-black bull-tool pumped between her lips, plunging right down her tight, humming gullet. like a sword-swallower, the blonde vixen deep-throated his heavy member with ease, though tears glistened in her baby blue eyes.
The feeling of having that monstrous prick stuffed deep in her throat drove Renee wild with bitch lust. She gurgled and milked, her cheeks hollowing, her taster forming a vibrating trench of velvet heat beneath the twitching shaft of his manhood.
Her lips swarmed right down to his crinkly pubes, and Gladshaw's slimy nuts smacked rhythmically against her chin as she swooped down on his donkey cock again and again. Frothy bubbles of saliva foamed from the corners of her gaping mouth.
She rubbed her fingers feverishly over the pulpy slickness of her mons, strumming her clit with her thumb, sending shock-waves of ecstasy through her squirming, dripping pussy.
She gorged herself on the professor's cock. He groaned and panted, swinging his hips harder now, punching his pecker in and out of her tight, elastic throat.
"Damn, bitch, you give great fuckin' HEAD! Yeah! Slurp that fucker, bitch! MMMMM!" Professor Gladshaw panted.
He twined her hair around his fingers, slowly dragging back Renee's head, withdrawing inch after inch of his spit-lubricated pecker. It popped out of her moaning mouth and slapped up rigidly against his belly.
The wide section of his tie-Gladshaw was still clothed above the waist-stuck to the bulbous knob of his massive sex-tool as he stooped and lifted Renee to her feet.
His eyes smoldered with jungle passion as he stared down at his gorgeous student. Renee shivered with wanton delight, feeling his brutal masculinity surround her and infiltrate the honeycomb of her senses.
"Nice tits, babe!" he growled, manhandling her quaking boobs.
He snapped his fingers and thumbs around her turgid nips, pinching and twisting them till Renee yelped and squirmed in mingled pain and delight. He bent and mashed his hungry lips around her right tit.
Renee sighed in contentment as her black professor suckled her breast, sliding his warm, wet tongue all over the sand dollar sized nubbin, flicking at the erection of her stiff nipple.
"Ooooh, y-yeeees! Suck my titty, Warren!
MMMMM!" Renee cried.
Warren let her tit pop wetly out of his mouth and immediately stuffed its twin between his circled lips, sucking hard. He plucked and strummed at the nubbin he wasn't sucking, working them over till Renee gasped and bucked like a bitch in heat, her nipples hard and swollen with liquid passion.
"Bet your pussy's as hot as your throat," Professor Gladshaw growled, panting hard as he curled his strong fingers between her silky white thighs.
Renee purred in excitement as his rough cuticles explored the tender petals of her ripe labia, rubbing and tweaking at them. She gave a low sob as he plunged his middle finger into her moist fuck-chute and worked it in and out.
She began to undulate her hips and toss her hair as he found her clit and tickled it with his finger tip, sending spasms of pleasure shooting through her like electric sparks.
"That's what I call a wet, hot pussy, baby!" Warren muttered appreciatively, lifting his hand to his face.
He licked the honeyed secretions from his fingers, lust bunching in his balls like a fistful of white hot coals.
"Bend over the desk, Miss Sawyer!" Professor Gladshaw barked authoritatively. "Bend over and spread your legs wide!"
"Ooooh, Warren! I'm so excited I can barely stand it!" Renee babbled feverishly, hastening to obey.
She bent over his desk, coquettishly poking her plump, rounded tush into the air, splaying her sexy gams wide apart. Warren could see her juicy muff quite clearly from this vantage point, and his horse-cock sawed the air in front of him impatiently.
Warren growled thickly, fisting his manhood and slapping it against her wiggling, upturned rump.
"Tell me what you want, bitch!" Warren snarled, sounding very unprofessorial.
"Give me your big, throbbing cock, you sexy beast!" Renee moaned feverishly, looking over her shoulder with an expression of naked lust on her lovely features. "Stick it up my cunt and fuck me HARD!"
Now, that's a request no red-blooded stud is going to pass up! Warren Gladshaw was ready. Hell, he was raring to go ...
He squeezed the rigid root of his black pecker and steered it up between her lithe legs. He felt the pulpy head of his dick press against the honeyed folds of her hot cunt. His big balls quivered with animalistic expectation, and he leaned forward.
Gladshaw clamped his free hand tightly around Renee's middle, his ass cheeks tightening as he pumped forward. The gooey, velvet-soft heat of the girl's tight box expanded gradually, moistly locking around the fist-sized head of his hefty truncheon.
"AAAAAAIEEEEEEE!! " shrieked Renee, arching her back and opening her eyes wide.
The shock of heat which scalded her outrageously stretched twat was almost unbearable. She'd never been stretched that far before! It felt like someone was trying to stick a fire hydrant up her hot cunny.
She sobbed and moaned, thrashing about wildly, messing up the papers on Professor Gladshaw's desk as the black buck began to slow slide his schlong up her hot fuck-pouch. Warren roared with bestial pleasure as the velvety pocket of pussy-flesh hungrily squirmed and suctioned around his plunging tool.
He heaved forward hard, pounding the last few inches of his bull-meat deep inside the squealing, writhing white slut. Renee gave a gurgling sob, raking her nails across the wooden desk.
She thought she would surely pass out! His cock-head was touching virginal nerve endings, setting off sensations which she had never experienced before. She wasn't sure if she was coming or about to come-it was that intense, and the sensations just kept building, reaching crescendo after body-blistering crescendo.
Warren rotated his hips masterfully, churning his fuck-pole around in her juicy snatch. He slapped Renee's wriggling buttocks hard, digging his ebony-hued fingers into her lily white flesh, leaving angry red marks.
"Yeah, bitch! Hot and TIGHT! You like that, slut? Huh? You like my big fuckin' cock rammed up your hot pussy?" Professor Gladshaw rasped hoarsely, twitching his meat inside her. "Take it! Take it deep, baby!"
He began to hump vigorously, his sweaty black ass swinging in an athletic trajectory. His purplish ramrod stroked back and forth, in and out, squelching almost eleven inches out of her before slamming back to the root in her barbarically distended cunt.
Gladshaw's heavy-hanging balls whipped to and fro, smacking against the side of the desk each time he rammed his monster-prick deep in the blonde coed's juicy fuck-pouch.
"Yeah, honey-pie! Fuckin' you good now! Uh huh! Squeeze it, bitch! Squeeze my fuck-pole with your tight pink pussy, slut! Uh huh! Yeah! Feels good, don't it? Want it harder, cunt? Huh? like it this hard? Uh huh! Yeah, squeal for it, bitch! Squeal for my big throbbing nigger cock! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
Warren Gladshaw muttered hot words of savage encouragement as he fucked the blonde bitch with brute force. His sweaty black loins clapped a virile rhythm against Renee's upturned buns.
Broken, choked cries and shrieks of mindless ecstasy fluttered from Renee's parted lips. She tossed her blonde hair wildly, her big, jiggling knockers wobbling and bouncing on the desk top as the brawny professor fucked her hard.
Abruptly, Professor Gladshaw staggered back. His king-sized phallus popped from Renee's loins like a huge cork from a bottle. He strode over to one of the students' chairs and sat on it, his thickly muscled legs sprawling lewdly apart.
His heavy nuts draped onto the seat and hung over the edge as his pussy-lubricated pecker knifed the air in front of him lustily.
"Get your ass over here, girl!" Professor Gladshaw thundered. "Sit on my big black meat, whore!"
Renee whimpered, wobbling away from the desk. Her legs felt like rubber. Her quaking, dripping cunt felt wide as a barn door, and there was an emptiness in the pit of her that needed filling badly.
She straddled her lusty professor's lap, mewling breathily as she slowly lowered herself onto his upright organ. Gladshaw fisted his meaty tool, holding it steady as she descended onto it.
The buttery lips of her labia gaped as she squatted, mouthing around the blunt, greasy head of his dick. Gripping Warren's broad shoulders, Renee arched her back and closed her eyes, giving a low, husky moan as she dropped her full weight on his lap.
His tumescent member sluiced up inside her and a fireball of intense rapture exploded through Renee's loins as she wriggled on his thighs, her bloated cunny lips milking spasmodically around the root of his dick.
"Aaaaaaah! Y-Yeeeees! S-So big, so hard! I LOVE
IT!" Renee sobbed joyously.
She rolled her hips, shuddering as she felt his steely prong throb against the aching, slippery walls of her vagina. Gingerly, she rose up, gasping as a few inches of his horse-meat escaped from her body.
Shuddering, Renee sank back to the root. She began to heave up and down, till she was bouncing wildly, riding his muscular loins like a bucking broncho.
Moist slurping sounds came from the point where her yawning twat sucked around his thick cock-shaft. Molten lust and bestial ecstasy exploded through their joined, mating bodies.
The gorgeous white girl screamed and writhed as she heaved up and down on the muscular black man's pumping sex-tool. Professor Gladshaw was thrusting with his hips, growling as his student's wet, squirming cunny milked at his throbbing meat.
With a hoarse grunt, Gladshaw lifted Renee off his lance and lowered her to the floor. He scrambled down between her legs. He spread them wide.
Renee lay moaning on the floor, fingering her aching boobs. The black man stared greedily at the bloated, gaping lips of her hard-fucked cunt. It was wide open, wet and pink, glistening with slut-juice.
"Mmmmm, baby, hot fuckin' pussy...." Warren mumbled thickly.
He pinched hold of the buttery lips of her labia, pulling them wide apart. He thrust out his tongue and hungrily lapped the slippery interior of her spread snatch.
Renee sobbed and squirmed on the cold, hard floor as her professor's lapping taster drove her to new heights of ecstasy. His skillful tongue feathered in rapid hummingbird wing strokes across her erect clitoris, making her shriek aloud in almost agonized joy
He went to town on her hot, honeyed snatch, jamming his fingers way up inside her and pumping them in and out as he suckled her love-bud. He slid his drooling taster down between her cream white buns and tickled the taut, puckered rosebud of her ass.
He worked his middle finger up her steamy ass-hole, sliding it in and out, loving the molten grip of her sphincter muscle around his probing digit. Frigging her furnace-hot bunghole, he lapped Renee's twat, letting his tongue plunge in and out of her spasming fuck-hole.
"Oooooh! Oooooh! Y-YEEEEEES!! I-I'M C-CUUUMING!" screeched Renee, bucking upward with her hips frantically.
Searing tongues of flame licked all through her cunny and spread like a flash fire to every corner of her sex-ravaged body. She sobbed and writhed, pinching her nipples hard, bumping her juicy box against the handsome Negro's face.
Warren growled in bestial satisfaction as he tasted her luscious love honey on his long, quivering tongue. The suctioning heat of her gushing snatch around his taster made Gladshaw's balls twitch with lusty excitement.
He sat up, panting hard, as Renee flopped back gasping on the floor, her head reeling, her flesh tingling exquisitely as she gasped and vibrated in the delicious afterglow of orgasm.
Staring down at his stacked student with blazing eyes, Warren loosened his tie and impatiently plucked open the buttons of his dress shirt. He shrugged his shirt over his shoulders and tore off his tie.
Now he was buck naked, except for his black nylon socks and his wristwatch. He grinned down at Renee, reading the whorish desire on her flushed, pretty face as she drank in the sight of his hard-muscled torso.
He flexed his muscles proudly, well aware that he was a fine figure of a man. His strong neck connected with broad, ox-like shoulders. His biceps bulged like bowling balls sliced in two. His pecs were solid slopes of muscle, covered with dense, kinky hairs. His lats stood away from his chest like boomerangs, tapering dramatically at the waist. It was times like this that made Professor Gladshaw glad he still took the time to work out three days at week at the gym ...
"Come on, baby!" he coaxed huskily. "Show me how much you want my body!"
Cooing sluttishly, Renee crawled up to him, rising up on her knees. She ran her finger tips lightly up his powerful chest.
"MMMM, I just want to eat you up!" she purred sexily, running her tongue over her lips as she felt his big pecs bulge against her fingers.
"Go for it, babe!" he coaxed huskily, lifting his arms and flexing them.
Renee went for it, and how! She brushed her lips from the hollow of his neck down to the valley between his muscled man-tits. She ran her tongue through the woolly forest of hairs which sprouted on his big pecs. She searched out each puckered pap and locked her red lips around it, suckling hungrily.
"Yeah, suck that man-tit, bitch!" Gladshaw muttered, flexing his pecs.
His nipples grew rigid as tacs against her velvety taster. Renee hummed in contentment, sensuously sliding her extended tongue up one of his flaring lats.
She shivered as she buried her pretty face in the deep, musky hollow beneath his arm. The blasting heat and powerful aroma of Warren's sweaty armpit swamped her senses, making Renee's eyes and mouth water with whorish delight.
She rubbed her face around in his slick armpit, licking the kinky hairs, savoring the salty, acrid flavor of his perspiration as it filled her mouth like smoke. She licked her way up to his iron-hard biceps, lapping his arm slavishly before shifting over to the opposite side of his body.
Hungrily, the blonde bitch worked her way down the professor's magnificent physique, her greedy licker leaving a glistening wake of saliva. She moaned as she reached his crotch.
Gladshaw's bull-dick, slippery with her cuntal secretions and with pre-come, pulsated against her flushed cheek. She nuzzled it worshipfully, kissing and lapping the awesome sex-tool from stem to stem.
Then, the horny little nymphet scrambled around behind Gladshaw, more perversity on her mind.
Licking her lips, the buxom blonde purred softly, "Let me kiss your ass-hole, Professor Gladshaw! Let me rim it! Please!"
"Be my guest, Miss Sawyer!" Warren growled, grinning wolfishly as he bent over, getting on his hands and knees.
Renee moaned as she brushed her lips over the muscled cheeks of his bubble butt. She tongued the black flesh hungrily, feeling his beefy buttocks flexing against her face.
She sniffed his slimy butt crack, and the raw, musky smell ripped through her like a hit of poppers. Desire whipped the blonde bitch into a frenzy.
With a mewl of kittenish need, Renee plunged her pretty face deep in the sweaty Negro stud's ass crack. His muscular buttocks clenched aggressively at her cheeks as she licked his greasy ass crack thoroughly.
Warren Gladshaw groaned thickly as he felt her petal soft taster tickle the puckered bud of his ass-hole. Little explosions of savage pleasure ricocheted up his balls, making his boner throb, when Renee rolled her tongue in mischievous circular motions over the wrinkly pucker of his bunghole.
"Yeah! Do it, wench! Lick that ass! Suck it! Get down, girl! Rim me GOOD!" Professor Gladshaw panted thickly over his shoulder.
He jammed his sweaty butt against the white girl's face, clenching at her probing taster with his powerful rectal muscle. Her skillful tongue wriggled down to his scrotum, tickling it teasingly, and then glided up to his twitching butt-hole again.
"Damn, girl! You're fuckin' HOT!" Gladshaw gasped in awed delight.
The lust which bunched in his belly was growing more intense. With a throaty growl, the beefy brute swung around to face the crouching blonde girl.
"Lie on your back, bitch! I'm gonna ride you good!" he commanded masterfully.
With a squeal of delight, Renee flipped nimbly on her back on the classroom floor. Her ballooning jugs bounced attractively as she spread her shapely legs as wide as she comfortably could, thereby parting the buttery folds of her aching cunny.
Warren heaved his hulking body on top of the buxom female, fairly crushing the breath out of her, his brawny chest flattening her stupendous knockers. Renee squirmed beneath him, a thrill of wanton desire trickling through her as she felt the solid log of his tube steak pulsating against her inner thigh.
Professor Gladshaw rocked his hips from side to side, rubbing his hard-on against her silky loins, tendrils of lust snaking through him and twining in his big balls.
He planted one hand on the floor next to Renee's prone body. Heaving himself up on his knees between her spread legs, he grabbed hold of his stiff dick.
Warren slapped his pecker against the quivering lips of Renee's bloated pussy, making it sting deliciously. He rubbed the pulpy knob over her labia and then pushed it between the puffy pink petals of flesh.
Renee moaned softly, closing her eyes, stretching out her arms and convulsively gripping the legs of a chair as she felt herself begin to open up.
As he pumped into her once more, the hot surge of pleasure which spilled through her lower body was exquisite, setting her on fire once more.
"OOGOOOH G-GOD!" she screamed breathlessly as he sank his dick into her.
"Yeah, baby, YEAH!" Warren muttered hoarsely, shoving it all the way inside her.
His muscular loins smacked against her tender white thighs, and her juicy snatch squirmed and vibrated around all thirteen inches of Professor Gladshaw's erection, milking at it urgently. He began to pump, slowly at first, then gradually accelerating his thrusting till he was banging into her full force.
Gladshaw's hands were planted on either side of Renee's curvaceous body. He held himself in a pushups position between her legs. His spit-polished buttocks heaved up and down savagely. His muscular belly slapped sweatily against Renee's soft tummy.
Each savage thrust made Renee's body jerk forward violently and elicited a low, choked scream of almost agonized joy from her trembling lips. Her milky breasts wobbled and bounced violently, like overturned bowls of jello during an earthquake.
"AAA A AH! AAA A AH! AAA A AH! Y-YEEEEES! Fuck me, you black brute! FUCK MEEEEEEEEM" Renee screamed, writhing in ecstasy beneath him.
She drew up her knees, humping upward whorishly with her thighs, meeting his lusty thrusts half-way, impaling herself gladly on his thirteen inch sex-tool. Her hands went around his waist, clawing at his back, sliding downward till she was cupping his sweaty buttocks, tugging at them urgently.
"Oh, God! Ohhhh G-GOD! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME ... AAAAAAAAIEEEE! I'M C-C-
CUUUUUMING!! " Renee shrieked.
Her back arched as convulsive shudders rippled through her luscious white body. Her nails raked over his pumping ass cheeks. Her pussy sucked and squirmed around his big dick, milking at it like a leech.
Warren Gladshaw grunted hoarsely, feeling the molten vibrations of her climax around his plunging tube steak. He felt something click inside him.
A film stole over his eyes. Red heat exploded through his senses. He pounded at her spread, dripping snatch with brute force. Hoarse breaths sprayed through his clenched teeth. Sweat soaked his brawny body, making it gleam like polished ebony.
"Get ready, bitch! Get ready for my hot fuckin' load!" the professor snarled hoarsely. "HERE IT COMES, GIRL! HERE IT FUCKIN' COMES! OH YEAH! AAAAAAAAARRRRGH!! "
His beefy body stiffened as he jammed his prick deep in her smoldering snatch. Renee sobbed weakly, squirming as she felt hot, potent jets of sperm explode deep inside her, pumping with geyser-like intensity from Professor Gladshaw's horse-meat.
He groaned hoarsely, sinking on top of her, panting for breath. They lay that way, entangled, shuddering and gasping, for a long time.
Finally, Gladshaw rolled off of her and gave a contented grunt as he got to his feet and stretched, feeling deliciously sated. Renee felt sated, too-and delightfully used. Her whole body tingled and ached.
"Now you've had what you wanted, Miss Sawyer," Professor Gladshaw drawled as they dressed. "Satisfied?"
"For the moment, Prof!" Renee purred, her eyes twinkling prettily. "But tomorrow is another story!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The rest of the semester seemed to go hurtling merrily by. Renee Sawyer couldn't get enough of her muscular black professor! And Warren Gladshaw was helpless to resist the gorgeous, stacked blonde. In fact, he was getting pretty infatuated with her.
They did it just about everywhere! Standing up in a toilet stall in the men's room on the fourth floor of Wellesley Hall. In the back seat of his beige Pontiac. In the back seat of her cream-colored VW.
They were pretty careful, though. In a small Southern town like Amber Springs, tongues are liable to wag, and Renee was more afraid that Warren might lose his job than she was about having it known that she liked her men dark and big ...
One torrid afternoon after a long, hot bout of sex on the floor of Professor Gladshaw's classroom, Renee threw her black lover a sly glance and ran her fingers lightly over his hairy chest as she lay next to him.
"Uh, Warren, honey. Are there more men like you in your family?" she inquired innocently.
"I'm an only child," he said gruffly, and then grinned. "Got some cousins, though. Why?"
Renee shrugged and then giggled. "Oh, well, I'd better be honest. I was just thinking that it might be great fun to have you and another black stud work me over at the same time! What do you think about them apples?"
Gladshaw's grin widened. "Sounds interesting to me," he said slowly. "Give me a couple of days. I'll arrange something."
Two afternoons later, after his final lecture in Black Studies 101, Warren pulled Renee aside and hissed, "Meet me in the faculty parking lot in twenty minutes."
Renee did as she was told, stealing into his car and ducking low as Professor Gladshaw drove away from the college campus. When they were safely on the main street, she scooted up again.
"Where we going?" Renee asked excitedly, her face flushed with girlish delight.
"My cousin Dwight's arranged a little private party for the three of us!" Gladshaw drawled. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?"
"I'll say!" Renee exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I can't wait!"
She didn't have to wait long. When Professor Gladshaw turned his Pontiac down Pilsner Lane, Renee frowned in confusion.
"Where are you going? This is the way to my home!" she exclaimed.
"Really? My cousin Dwight lives at the end of the lane. 1619 Pilsner."
"Why, goodness gracious! Dwight Witherspoon?" Renee exclaimed in shock.
"That's him!" Gladshaw nodded.
"He's my next door neighbor!" Renee cried.
"Well, it's a small world, baby!"
*****
Dwight met them at the door wearing only a pair of thread-bare cut-offs which did little to conceal the enormous mound of his genitals. His brawny chest was bare, and Renee's heart raced as she followed the two black studs into the Witherspoons' living room.
Dwight was about five years younger than Warren and just a little shorter. Both men were powerfully built with muscle-bound physiques, both were strikingly handsome, and both were black as the Ace of Spades! What more could a girl ask for?
Jazz played over concealed speakers. Dwight had a chilled bottle of champagne waiting for them, and a pile of potent joints.
In no time at all, the threesome were seated comfortably on the couch, sipping bubbly and passing reefers, getting deliciously blasted as they chatted.
"Mind if I take a shower, Dwight?" Warren asked after a while. "Walking around in this damn suit all day isn't exactly appropriate in this heat!"
"Sure! Renee and I'll get better acquainted while we wait," Dwight said with a slow grin, his molten brown eyes searing into the blonde girl who sat next to him.
As Professor Gladshaw strode out of the room, Renee turned her attention on her handsome neighbor. Up close, he looked even better than he had from the brief glimpses she'd had of him from her bedroom window.
She eyed his brawny chest with tipsy admiration. His pectorals were like sculpted wooden bowls of solid muscle covered by satin-smooth ebony-hued skin. Unlike his cousin, this brawny Negro's physique was virtually hairless.
"So you're into black men, huh, Renee?" Dwight drawled huskily, draping one brawny arm along the sofa behind her head.
He thought to himself: Must run in the family! and smiled lasciviously as he thought of his hot encounters with Renee's red-haired Mom.
"MMMM, yes!" Renee answered, her baby blue eyes glistening with interest as she looked at his bulging crotch.
Renee was looking especially enticing that afternoon. Her golden hair draped about her slender shoulders, framing the oval of her beautiful face.
She wore a sexy summer dress with shoulder straps and a plunging neck-line, showing off a great deal of creamy cleavage. Because of the heat, she wore absolutely nothing underneath-no panties, no bra ...
Renee's head was swimming from all that champagne and grass. Her flesh tingled with voluptuous heat. She snuggled up to the bare-chested black man and ran her fingers over his bulging pectorals.
Dwight growled, crushing his mouth to hers, kissing her hard. They swapped spit, sucking at each other's lips and tongues, passion igniting between them in fiery sparks.
Breaking the kiss, Renee moaned as she feverishly pressed her lips against his chest, raining his black flesh with hot, worshipful kisses. Dwight grunted in pleasure as she started licking his pecs, her warm lips tugging at his brown paps.
"Yeah, baby! It's all yours!" Witherspoon muttered as she licked his body.
Renee ran her taster up beneath his arm, mewling kittenishly as she lapped at his armpit, lapping at the sweaty tuft of hair there. Dwight reached down and popped open the buttons of his fly.
Lifting his ass off the couch, he jerked down his cut-offs and kicked them away. His rock-hard bull-meat snapped up against his stomach, throbbing and ready for action.
"Like this cock, girl?" Witherspoon demanded, gripping Renee by the nape of her neck.
"J-Jesus, y-yes!" Renee whimpered, staring down at it greedily.
It wasn't quite as big as Professor Gladshaw's, but it rated a close second as one of the two biggest dongs she'd ever laid eyes on. Dwight obscenely waved his pulsating bull-tool back and forth as he pumped it in his fingers.
He pressed down on the back of her neck, pushing Renee's face in his lap.
"Suck!" he ordered huskily.
She stuffed his black cock in her greedy mouth. Gurgling and moaning, the blonde slut bobbed her head up and down, noisily slurping on his gigantic meat. It brought tears to her eyes and nearly choked her, but she swallowed the whole thing, blinding jolts of desire rippling through her wet cunt as she went down on him.
"Awwww, b-baby, YEEEEAH! Suck that big fuckin' dick!" Dwight gasped hoarsely, humping upward with his hips as he fed Renee his twitching tool. "Damn, that's a hot mouth!"
Renee hungrily munched and slurped her way up and down the foot long tube steak, her cheeks hollowing as she created a vacuum in her mouth, her warm spit bubbling in his pubes. Dwight twisted his fingers in her hair, roughly guiding her up and down on his blazing pecker.
"Damn, you white slut! Work that prick, bitch! Yeah! Suck it, pussy! MMMMM, yeah, feels good shoving my black dick down your pretty little throat, white bitch! Uh huh! Chow down, slut! Yeah! Serve your master! Lick my nigger dick GOOD, cunt!"
He slid his arm down her back, dragging Renee's dress up around her middle. With a growl of bestial pleasure, Dwight ran his big, sweaty hand over the high, creamy mounds of her ass cheeks, patting and squeezing them as he stuffed her mouth full with his dick.
He slid his fingers into her warm crack, touching her winking ass-hole, and groped lower till his finger tips grazed the puffy, leaking folds of her cunny. Witherspoon nearly shot his wad down her humming throat as he explored the juicy folds of her hot snatch ...
"Well, well, well!" a jovial, slightly drunken voice rang out from the doorway. "Looks like y'all lost no time in getting down to business!"
Warren Gladshaw strode into the room, a big grin on his face and not a stitch of clothing on his hulking body. His muscular physique glistened with shower water, and his horse-sized member flapped in front of him like a billy club, rapidly expanding as lust seethed through his baseball-sized nuts.
"She's a hungry chick, Dwight," Gladshaw drawled, masturbating as he stood beside the couch. "Feed her an inch and she wants a mile!"
Dwight sprang up from the couch and stood alongside of his brawny cousin. Renee moaned, falling to her knees in front of the black bucks, her hot blue eyes darting greedily from cock to cock. She went wild.
She pumped both heavy fuck-tools in her little, lily white hands, mewling and gasping as she ran her eager pink tongue over both sets of bull-sized balls, painting them with girl-spit. She sucked their balls till the brawny brutes were groaning in satisfaction.
Then, she took turns stuffing each huge, sausage-like pecker in her mouth and throat, pumping up and down a few times on one massive cock while she stroked the other with her fingers, and then switching off. She even tried to put both dicks in her mouth at once, but there are some things even a bitch that hot can't do!
"Get naked, girl!" Professor Gladshaw ordered gruffly, slapping his dripping schlong against Renee's pink cheeks.
Renee hastened to obey, shimmying out of her cornflower blue summer dress. Now, she stood in front of the black cousins, naked as a jaybird.
Her quivering boobs thrust forward voluptuously, milk white with erect, aching nipples. The puffy pink lips of her labia glistened with slut-honey. Wanton desire was etched on her gorgeous face. A lock of golden hair shaded one smoldering blue eye. Her lips were parted and moist, rosy as strawberries.
The men jacked their spit-polished tools as they watched Renee gyrate in time with the music, playing with her own jugs, rubbing her fingers over her sticky pussy lips and twiddling her aching clit.
She dropped down on the rug, sluttishly spreading her legs and plunging her fingers up her fuck-hole, pumping them in and out as she mewled and licked her lips and looked up at Dwight and Warren with eyes that glowed with desire.
"Damn! This bitch needs to be fucked, man!" Dwight growled, grinning at his cousin.
"You better believe it, cuz! She gives new meaning to the word Hot."
Gladshaw nodded, his bull-meat twitching in his fingers.
The brawny bucks dropped down on either side of her. Renee moaned with whorish delight as a hot mouth closed around each of her aching nipples. Warren and Dwight hungrily slurped and chewed and licked her fat red nubbins till they blazed with sensitivity, burning puckers of bitch pleasure.
As they sucked her milky white tits, both studs played with her spread pink snatch, rubbing and tickling it, jamming their fingers up inside her at the same time, testing the elasticity of her oven-hot interior. She was ready, all right! Almost unbearable desire knotted deep inside the sexy blonde slut.
She whimpered and cried out, writhing on the rug as jolts of ecstasy seared through her. Marijuana and champagne drenched her senses in a rosy glow, making everything warmer and more electric, making her desire keener somehow. She sank into a blissful pool of liquid heat, which seemed to dissolve her consciousness. She existed now only on a plane of animal hunger, gasping and moaning as the strong, lusty men worked her over.
Dwight and Warren moved down her body till they were staring at her wide-spread, juicy cunt. They took turns licking and sucking it, stabbing their tongues up her tight pink hole, savoring the sweet tang of her copiously flooding love juices. They flicked at her aching clit till Renee was bucking and shrieking like a wild cat.
"Wanna fuck this bitch, man?" Warren panted, smacking his lips as he grinned at Dwight.
Dwight grunted in excitement, scrambling up until he was lying on his side facing Renee. She purred in delight, running her fingers over his sweaty black chest.
Fisting his manhood, Witherspoon guided it between her thighs, punching open the buttery maw of her hungry snatch. He pulled her leg around his waist as he hunched forward, his bull-meat slowly stroking up into her succulent cunt.
"AAAAIEEEEEE!! " Renee screamed as lava-like rapture exploded between her legs.
She felt him fill her, stretching her vaginal walls outrageously, plunging to the root in her hungry hole, his sweaty loins grinding against her thighs. Dwight groaned in bestial satisfaction, churning his tool around in her suctioning fuck-pocket, savage pleasure searing through his big balls.
He began to pump, his pelvis whipping back and forth as he fucked into her good and hard. His coal-black fuck-pole stroked in and out of her yawning pussy like a well-greased piston, making moist squelching sounds as it rammed into her.
"Awwww, yeah, baby, that's a hot fuckin' TWAT!" Witherspoon panted, his muscles contracting and relaxing as he screwed her lustily.
Renee curled her fingers over the slippery slopes of his sweat-soaked pecs, arching her back and sobbing in mindless passion as she felt him slide in and out of her with muscular fury.
Professor Gladshaw crawled up behind her, breathing hard. He rubbed his donkey-sized prick against her pillowy buttocks, feeling the satin warmth of her ass crack against his corrugated cock-shaft.
Fisting it, he edged the thirteen inch horse-meat between her rounded buns. He felt the hot, puckered eye of her anus wink against his blunt dick-knob. Drawing his arm around her waist and cupping one of her full, fleshy breasts, he leaned into her.
Renee's eyes snapped open. She gave a strangled, almost soundless scream, her complexion changing color several times in rapid sensation. White heat whipped through her lower body, and the feelings which seared her senses were so intense, she very nearly passed out.
She felt her tender ass-hole expand outrageously around her black professor's over-sized tube steak. She felt that tube steak pump into her colon and then slowly sink, inch after magnificent, wrist-thick inch, deeper and deeper in her blazing bowels, till her anal ring locked snugly around the root.
Now she had two long, thick, black cocks rammed up her from both ends. A total of twenty-five inches of fat, heavy horse-meat, stretching her beyond belief, pumping into her innards with brute force. Thrusting, throbbing man-dicks sliding in her hot, squirming fuck-passages, separated by a filmy membrane of flesh.
Each sweaty black stud could feel the other's rock-hard bull-prick through the soft wall which separated Renee's cunt from her ass. They timed their strokes expertly: when Witherspoon humped forward, Gladshaw eased back, so that Renee always had one stiff pecker rammed deep inside her at any given moment.
Renee felt like the creamy middle of a living Oreo cookie as she got the fucking of her life. She bucked wildly back and forth, sobbing brokenly, the breath nearly knocked from her lungs as the grunting studs slammed into her from both sides.
The hot sound of sweaty flesh and muscle slapping together energetically filled the room, mingling with the music and with guttural grunts and groans and breathy, feminine cries of carnal ecstasy ...
She felt a fireball of exquisite heat tighten and expand deep within her, separating into twin fireballs which seared through her guts and her cunt at the same time. Explosion after body-blistering explosion flowered blissfully within her as she was wracked by an awesome orgasm. It kept on coming, crashing through her in tumultuous waves, soaking her tear-dazzled vision with colors and lights.
She really did pass out for a few moments, and when the hazy glow which obscured her senses parted, she felt herself emptied as Dwight and Warren pulled their bull-dicks out of her. She flopped over on her back on the rug, gasping for breath.
She whimpered hoarsely as the hot swipe of Dwight's tongue washed back and forth over her wet, spread cunt. The sweaty black stud crouched over her, growling thickly as he sucked and slobbered on her hot, quaking snatch, savoring the juicy emulsions of her love-lotion.
"Shit, man! This bitch is really something!" Witherspoon remarked hoarsely, lifting his head and licking his lips.
He climbed on top of Renee, sliding his cock up her juicy cunt once more. Dwight fucked her furiously, his brawny chest crushing the billowing globes of Renee's tits.
He pulled her legs on either side of him, battering her hot cunny with all the force he could muster. His sweat-soaked body slapped and rubbed with slippery heat against hers, black and white flesh glistening in the fights as if well-oiled.
"OOOH YEAH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!! GONNA SHOOT IT! TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE IT! AAAAARRRGH!! " Witherspoon roared, spittle flecking the corners of his grimacing mouth as he plunged to the root inside her one last time.
Renee shrieked, helplessly hurtling into another rapturous climax as she felt his cock go off inside her like a repeating rifle. Big smoldering bullets of man-sperm shot deep in her vagina, pumping her full.
"My turn, man!" Professor Gladshaw grinned as his cousin rolled off the girl.
Renee moaned weakly as her brawny lover's thirteen inch tool rammed up her aching, dripping pussy. Gladshaw humped her lustily, and Renee clawed at his slippery, hairy ass. She felt bruised and exhausted and dizzy, but her whorish lust kept returning in waves of liquid heat.
"Yeah, baby! Y-YEAH! Gettin' close, bitch! Get-tin' REAL close! UNNNGH! UNNNGH!! " Gladshaw panted in her ear, fucking hard. "F-FUGK! TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE IT! A A AAAWWWWWW!! "
He arched his back, bellowing in bestial satisfaction. His cock sourted like a fire hose, fresh gushes of sperm blasting into Renee's belly. And, once again, the Monde nymphet shrieked and writhed as she came gloriously, her streaming snatch suctioning hungrily around Gladshaw's squirting dong.
That wasn't the end of the hot and heavy fuck-fest. The sweaty threesome took a time-out to guzzle some more bubbly and quaff another reefer or two. Then they were at it again!
It was late in the evening when Renee knelt on the floor in front of the Negro cousins, mewling and purring as she rapidly stroked their throbbing peckers with both hands. Dwight stiffened and groaned, and Renee yawned open her mouth, and not a moment too soon! His hot stud-cream burst across her cheeks and chin, pumping onto her tongue, filling her mouth. A few seconds later, Warren bellowed and let loose with his own pungent load.
Renee gurgled and moaned, licking sticky strands of semen off the still-twitching boners, rubbing the black logs of bull-meat all over her sperm-drenched face ...
"That was real hot, baby!" Dwight Witherspoon muttered, patting Renee's fanny as he saw her and Professor Gladshaw to the door. "We'll have to do this again sometime! You living right next door and all!"
"Not TOO often, cuz!" Gladshaw growled with mock sternness, wagging a finger Dwight. "She's MY girl, and don't you forget it!"
"Seems to me she's got enough to go around, man. And then some!" Witherspoon grinned.
"Don't you worry, boys!" Renee cooed. "I'll keep you both happy. But Warren is my main man, and always will be!"
"That's cool, baby," Dwight winked.
He shook his head as he watched the buxom blonde scamper across the lawn to the house next door. He waved at his cousin, who climbed into his Pontiac and drove away.
*****
Needless to say, Renee got an A in Black Studies 101! And she got more than her fill of black meat.
She told Dwight how he could climb into her bedroom window late at night, and they had a few smoldering nocturnal meetings over the next few weeks.
This all got a little complicated, what with Dwight fucking both Renee and Barbara Sawyer on the sly while Chuck was plugging Dwight's wife Naomi.
Then, Renee eloped with Professor Gladshaw, and they moved to Connecticut where such a union wouldn't seem quite as scandalous.
The Witherspoons and the Sawyers soon found out that they'd been fooling around with each other's spouses, and this led to a much more comfortable arrangement. Dwight and Chuck began to have regular wife-swapping orgies, and the couples became pretty wild swingers over the next few years.
So that sleepy little Southern town of Amber Springs proved to be a very torrid place, a place where rigid racist barriers occasionally broke down completely.
As for Renee and her black professor, they were gloriously happy, though occasionally, they both fooled around to add spice to their marriage! east coast university.
Let us now try to describe for you what she looked like that day, upon our first meeting, the day she brought this manuscript into our offices, with an eager look on her tiny face.
It would be an understatement to call Candy Cummings diminutive. She stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall.
She had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her entire life. She weighed somewhere between ninety-two and ninety-seven pounds. Her weight fluctuated, depending on what time of the month it was. She tended to put on weight, retaining water, just before her period. Since Candy Cum-mings had just completed the bleeding portion of her menstrual cycle upon our first meeting she was at her minimum weight.
She had light blonde hair. It was late summer and her hair had been bleached to a near white hue by the summertime sunshine. She seemed like she had spent a lot of time absorbing golden rays, and now she was reflecting those rays back upon the world. Candy Cummings was a very sunshiny person. We liked her immediately, take our word for it.
She was a doll.
A living doll.
Her facial features were such that could have been painted on the face of a doll. She seemed perfect in every way.
Her hair was cut short and fell down onto her forehead in downy bangs. The bangs came almost all the way down to her eyebrows, so that she seemed to be peering out from beneath them at all times. She had bright blue eyes. Candy Cummings's eyes were the color of a cloudless summer day. Candy Cummings's eyes were the color of a freshly laid robin's egg. She had hair that was parted down the middle of her head, revealing a straight line of pink scalp. She had a marvelous scent. We learned later that Candy Cummings had been wearing an expensive musk oil-the type of musk oil that changed scent depending on the body chemistry of the young woman who was wearing it. On Candy Cummings, that musk oil smelled (tauntingly beautiful.
In spite of her diminutive size she had extraordinarily large breasts. We could see that she was more than a handful.
Her tits were so big that they would have been considered large-even if they had grown upon the chest of a larger woman. Her tits were not only humongous in size but they were firm and texture. Candy Cummings's tits were firm and supple simultaneously. Her tits were so firm that they did not sag.
Not even a fraction of an inch.
They didn't sag in spite of the fact that she hardly ever wore a bra. Candy Cummings did not need to wear a bra.
Nature had done all of the lifting and separating
Candy Cummings's tits needed-and hopefully would need for many years to come. Candy Cummings's tits seemed to defy gravity.
Her tits were not just big, not just firm-they were perfectly shaped as well. Her tits were rounded at their bottoms and sloped at their tops, so that the nipples pointed slightly upward whenever she was standing up or sitting up straight. Candy Cummings always sat up and stood up straight, we could tell. Candy Cummings had perfect posture. She walked and talked like a recent graduate of a finishing school. She walked and sat as if she were balancing an invisible book on top of her head. Her tits were big and, appropriately, her nipples were rather large also. Candy Cummings had feminine erection, cherries, at the tips of her vanilla ice cream cone tits, that were the size of silver dollars, such as those used in the one-armed bandits in the gambling casinos of Las Vegas, Nevada.
*****
"You want this book published?" the head editor asked Candy Cummings.
