Perhaps nothing describes the problem of integration so aptly as the phrase-would you let your sister marry one? This, of course, is not the backbone of the fight against integration. But sex, as usual, takes the brunt of the blame for resisting racial equality.
This is a fictionalized account of the battle for integration in South Boston where the Irish, once a despised minority themselves, are fighting tooth and nail to keep the blacks out of their schools. It is a limited account, one which focuses on the issue of sex almost exclusively. But, in that regard, it is realistic.
The author did not find it necessary to touch on the many varied issues that confront school authorities and parents in a situation like the Roxbury bus shuttle that takes black kids into a white neighborhood. Instead, he concentrated on the one big issue which mobilizes forces from San Diego to Passamaquoddy. SEX!
There is enough hypocrisy, violence and turmoil in the one issue of what color penis gets into what color vagina to set off another civil war. Whether such a reaction is warranted is the individual's judgment. We like to think, along with the author of this book, that the issue of sex is one best left to the individual to solve-it is not one to start another Trojan War over. Perhaps, if people were to get as excited over rape as they do over sexual racial integration they might do something about that problem-which needs a solution.
Sexual integration is something the individual can handle himself.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Now that's what I call a fox, Jim O'Brian thought as he looked the girl over. The clothes she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination, and his cock swelled eagerly against the inside of his pants as he gazed at her body.
Nice tits, nice legs, nice color, he thought. It was the color that turned him on most, even though the sweep of her legs and the way her nipples stood out against her tight sweater were mouth-watering enough.
Black is beautiful, he said to himself as he stepped closer to the girl. As far as he was concerned, it was hard to pay too much for hot black cunt when he was in the mood.
"Hi there, big boy, you like what you see?" the girl asked. There was a touch of the South in her accent, and that made O'Brian's cock swell up even more. It really hurt now, it felt so confined in the crotch of his pants.
"Yeah, I do," he said.
"You ready to pay for it?"
"Depends how much."
"Fifty bucks."
"Cheap at the price," he said with a grin. He knew it was going to be kind of hard explaining to his wife, Shirley, where that fifty dollars had gone, but here on Washington Street, both South Boston and Shirley seemed a long way away.
The girl gave a toss of her head and turned into LaGrange street. O'Brian followed. A few minutes later, she led him into the room she used as her "office."
"Anything in particular you like?" she asked.
O'Brian nearly said As long as it's hot and black, I'll like it, baby, but he wasn't sure what the girl would think of a remark like that.
"How about your getting my prick out of my pants before it makes a hole in them," he said.
The girl knew her stuff. She cupped his crotch in her smooth, slim fingers and squeezed it. O'Brian's prick surged even harder against the tight fabric. Then she pulled down the zipper. The cock punched out against the underpants. She squeezed it again through them.
God damn, these foxes sure know how to fuck, he thought. He put his hands on her tits and started to fondle.
"Mmmm, nice," she purred. She worked his pants over his hips, and then pulled the underpants down too. The cock came bobbing free all at once, and O'Brian gave a sigh of relief now that it was able to expand to its full size.
"Nice and big," the whore said. "A tool like that is just the kind of thing I like to get in my l'il ol' mouth." She obviously knew that her Southland accent turned on guys like O'Brian and she was laying it on kind of thick.
"Yeah," he said, "but if you sick it, then all I'll have gotten for my fifty bucks is a blow job, and for that kind of money, I like to get some twat around my cock."
"Ain't you never heard of a two-in-one special?" she asked.
"Yeah? What's that?"
"It's the reason I'm about the hottest number on LaGrange and Washington streets," she said "You pay another twenty dollars, and you get a blowjob first. In fact, if you pay another thirty dollars, and you get to lick my cunt in between the blowjob and the fuck. That's my super-deluxe triple header. Only seventy bucks for a blow-job, cun-job and fuck. Shit, there's girls on this street charge that much for just a blow job, and they ain't half as good as me."
O'Brian hesitated a moment. He might just manage to keep Shirley from finding out that he'd spent fifty bucks, but there was no way he could hide seventy from her. His pay as a fireman just didn't reach that far. The family would have to make it up by having less meat that week. He could tell Shirley that he had lost the money playing poker with the other boys in the firehouse, but would she ever give him hell. No, it wasn't worth it ...
The girl knew her salesmanship. Since she saw he was hesitating, she ran the tip of her tongue slowly around his lips.
O'Brian's cock told him it just had to find out what those lips would feel like around it. O'Brian was crazy about having his cock sucked.
"Okay," he said, "I'll go for the triple-header. But it had better be pretty good."
"Now just don't worry about a thing," she said with her lilting voice that was fifty percent genuine Mississippi sharecropper and fifty percent imitation of Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind.
Carla, the girl, knelt in front of the big Irishman. She took his cock in her fingers and started to stroke it. It was a fine cock, and she felt her panties get wet. One thing about her, she wasn't one of those prostitutes who regard sex with their Johns as strictly business. As far as she was concerned, it was business and pleasure. She figured that if she fucked a dozen times a day until she was eighty, she still wouldn't have given her pussy all the sex that it wanted.
O'Brian kind of liked having her kneeling there at his feet. That corresponded pretty clearly to his idea of where women should be in regard to men, and blacks in regards to whites. O'Brian was a decent enough sort, but tolerance wasn't something they were big on in South Boston.
Carla guessed that he probably felt that way, but she had a job to do, and anyway, that cock did look good. She sent her tongue darting out of her mouth and flicked it against the head of O'Brian's tool. The fireman gave a little quiver of pleasure.
Flick! Flick! Flick! The tongue darted faster and faster, covering the cock with saliva. He guessed that those were just the preliminaries, and if the rest of the mouth-job was up to their level, he would have gotten a real bargain.
Carla pressed her lips against the root of his cock and started to kiss her way up and down the length of his cock. Her nipples were pressing hard against her tight sweater now, and her panties were so wet that they were starting to chafe against her cuntlips. She reached one hand up her skirt and pulled the panties down around her knees. O'Brian noticed the gesture and glanced at the girl's panties. They were light pink, but her cunt juice had made a big, dark spot on them. That promised well for what was to come.
Carla slipped her lips over the end of his cock and started to suck. At first she just worked on the head of his prick. Then she slid her lips further down so that almost all of his tool was in her mouth, and the end of it was pressed against the entrance to her throat. That made breathing kind of hard, but it felt so good to have some hard cock in her mouth that she didn't care.
Her tongue pressed against the shaft of O'Brian's penis while he breathed harder and harder with excitement.
He could feel the muscles in his legs and body tense with excitement. It wasn't going to take much more of this action to have him shooting.
Carla fondled his balls while she sucked on his cock ... They were pulled up right against its root. She knew that she was getting this big honky worked up like crazy.
She slid the end of his cock all the way into her throat, while pressing her lips against the back of it. She couldn't breathe at all that way, but it felt really fine to be stuffed full of prick. Anyway, she knew that he would be coming very, very soon.
A split second later, O'Brian felt his prick go momentarily numb, and then it flooded with sensation and started to pulse and quiver, sending his sperm shooting into the black girl's eager throat!
"Uhhhhh!" he gasped as his prick throbbed and throbbed, shooting gob after gob of jism with a quick, nervous rhythm.
Carla pulled her head back so that she could get some air into her lungs. She kept on sucking the cock though, pressing it with her lips even after 'she had freed her throat. She basted the thing with its own spunk, slurping her tongue back and forth over the still-hard prick.
She noticed that the guy was good and hard even though she had just given him a come. She knew a lot of chippies who would have been disappointed by able to make use of the rest of the sex he had bought, and they would have humiliated the guy out of asking for his money back by telling him that it wasn't their fault if he wasn't able to hack it. Carla wasn't like that. She believed in giving value for money, and besides, she was looking forward to the remaining sex just as much as O'Brian was.
"Hey, chick, you really know how to suck prick," O'Brian said.
She flopped down on the bed that stood along one wall. She spread her legs so that he got a good view of her cunt.
Man! he thought as he looked at it. There wasn't anything in the world that turned him on more than the sight of a black girl's cunt. It was the contrast between the brown skin of the cuntlips and the pink color of the inside of the cunt, that really sent him.
Carla had been told by one of her customers once that that turned white men on, and she liked to keep her legs really spread so that the mouth of her cunt was open and the guy she was servicing could get a glimpse of her pink inside. Also, she knew how wet she was, and there wasn't a guy she'd ever met who wasn't turned on by the sight of pussy juice oozing out a wide-open cunt.
O'Brian didn't need a second invitation. He shoved her legs up onto the bed-one thing he didn't plan on doing was kneeling in front of a black girl-and then he crouched over her, pressing his face against her twat.
Cunts had always fascinated him. He loved to gaze at them before licking them. This one was particularly nice, he thought.
Some girls have got such fucking big cunt lips, he thought. He always felt there was something un-feminine about that. But he liked the cuntlips to be big enough so that he had something to get his tongue around, too. As far as he could see, Carla's were perfect.
Her outer lips were covered with kinky black hair. That really turned him on, too. Plain white-woman sex was something that he could get from Shirley any day of the week. But when he wanted a real fuck, he wanted something good and exotic.
O'Brian took a deep whiff through his nostrils. He thought that sniffing a cunt was just about as much fun as licking one. Sure enough, this hot little fox had a female odor that had his cock really aching for another come, even though it had had one only a few minutes before. One thing about O'Brian, he never had any trouble getting a second shot off.
He slid his tongue out of his mouth and pressed it against one of the soft brown labia. Carla gave a low moan of pleasure. Then he ran the tip of his tongue the whole length of her cunt. He flicked it lightly against Carla's cuntlips, and for a moment he thought that she was going to start coming right then and there. Her hips shuddered, and she gave a loud gasp.
Guess I'd better be careful with that trigger of hers, he thought. After all, I paid for this, so I'd better make it last.
He slid his tongue back towards her open, inviting hole. Then he ran it between the cuntlips, deep into the vagina. She was warm and wet and tight. He figured that was all he could ask for in a woman. His balls were really ready for another come. He wanted to put his hand on his cock, but he fought down the temptation to do that. If he could always manage a second shot without any trouble, a third one was usually quite a bit more difficult. And if he felt himself going off, he might have a hell of a hard time getting his money back from the girl.
He pressed his tongue against the inside of the twat, then pulled it quickly back into his mouth, so as to carry as much pussyjuice along with it as he could.
Shit, does that ever taste fine, he thought as he savored the female lubricant. It felt so fine on his taste-buds that he sent his tongue back looking for more.
"Oh, man, lick me baby! Lick me!" Carla gasped. She wasn't putting him on, either. The feeling of his tongue sliding back and forth inside her was really something.
O'Brian knew that what really turned chicks on was action on the cunt-lips though, so after sliding his tongue up into her one more time, he pulled it out slowly until just the tip of it was still inside. He used the tip to pull the entrance to her twat in different directions. After that, he slipped the tongue-tip all the way- out and started to slide it towards her clit.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Carla gasped as she felt the tongue get closer and closer to her fun-button.
O'Brian knew that she wanted her clit licked, and he also knew that nothing turns chicks on like a bit of frustration. So she was going to have to wait a while to get her trigger pulled. He inched his tongue up towards it, and then right at the moment she thought he was going to lick her clit, he pulled the tongue out again, sliding it the whole way back towards her vagina.
Carla shuddered with disappointment and excitement. She felt the tongue come creeping back up towards her clit. It was almost on it. Her whole body tensed for the come. She knew that the instant she felt the tongue on her come-knob she would be coming, and coming really hard.
Again, O'Brian pulled his tongue away.
"Hey ... man ... I can't stand it!" she gasped.
This time he let her have what she wanted. He inched his tongue tip up to her clit, and then after pausing for a second so that she couldn't tell what it was that he was going to do, he suddenly pressed his tongue right against it.
"AHHHHH! Coming! I'm COMING!" she groaned as wave after wave of frantic female fuck-joy washed through her. Her muscles exploded in a wild series of spasms that sent her crotch slamming against O'Brian's face. He didn't care. He just pressed his lips against her burning brown labia and rode with the punch.
"Uhhh! Uhhhh! UHHHHHH!"
One final spasm, and she lay there on the bed gasping like a beached whale.
"You really know how to use that tongue of yours, big boy," she said.
O'Brian didn't have time to worry about getting compliments. All he knew was that he had to get his cock into that tight little twat of hers, and he had to get it in there now. There were no two ways about it. He pulled himself up on top of her while she still gasped and panted for breath.
His cock really needed action, and that is what he was going to give it, but that didn't mean he was going to neglect Carla's tits. He took the soft, black globes in his hands and squeezed them. She was really sensitive there, and she gave a gasp. He pressed the nipples between his fingers, and they swelled up right away. He glanced at them. The way they were brown instead of pink like his wife's nipples really turned him on.
He pressed the head of his cock against the girl's cuntlips, which parted to let it slip into her. He felt her quiver with excitement as he filled her up with his male hardness.
In he went an inch at a time, taking it easy. This was too good to rush. He figured that there might be something in the world better than the feeling of a good tight twat around his cock, but he had never found it.
He paused for a second, and then started to lay his strokes into her, one after another, picking up speed as he went.
His cock was good and hard and he knew his stuff. Every stroke he gave her pressed her cuntlips against her throbbing clit. She gave a series of high-pitched little squeaks as she felt how he rammed his cock into her.
In! Out! In! Out!
Man, does this feel fine! he thought. His forehead was covered with sweat as he drove his prick into her, and all his muscles were tense and ready to fire.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
They were almost there ... almost ... almost ...
"Make me come, baby! Make me come!" she pleaded. Her head tossed from side to side on the pillow as she felt him get her pussy so hot it was about to melt.
A couple more strokes would do it. He was sure of that.
One!
Two!
Three! The girl trembled on the brink of her come. He pulled his rod way back, so that only the head of it was still inside her. Then he started to slide home again, burying his cock in her inch by inch.
"Gotta come! Gotta!" she moaned.
Half wav in ... two thirds ... three fourths ...
Then he was shooting, and shooting hard. His balls still had plenty of spunk to give her, and they shot it way up into her heaving, trembling body.
"Oh MAN! I'm COMING-COMING-COMING!" she half-screamed, and her cunt clutched spasmodically at his prick as the orgasm plowed through her.
"Can't stand it! CAN'T!"
One final spasm, and she was done. So was he, and the two of them lay there with their sex organs locked together. Both of them were breathing heavily. It had been a fine come for both of them.
Finally O'Brian pulled his dork out of her. He figured that he had better get back to the firehouse. His lunch hour ended five minutes ago. Well, he didn't mind getting a chewing out from the sergeant in exchange for a fuck like the one he'd just had. He figured that he'd sure as hell gotten his money's worth.
"Come again, big boy," Carla said as he headed out the door. As he disappeared down the stairs, she thought, not for the first time since she'd taken up whoring, I get paid for this'?
There weren't any fires that afternoon, and he knew he sure as hell better not get into any card games. It was going to be hard enough explaining to Shirley that he was seventy bucks short.
That's a lot of money, he thought, but God damn, was it ever worth it! Those black chicks know how to screw like nobody's business! If only blacks would be content with just screwing and not muscle in on white folks' turf.
"Hey, Pete," he said to one of the other firemen, "did you hear anything on the radio?"
"Yeah, it looks like things aren't going too bad," Pete said. "No one got beat up or anything."
They were talking about the first day of school. Boston started busing under Federal order last year, and there had been a lot of hassles. He hoped it wouldn't be that bad this year.
His twelve-year-old daughter, Suzy, was going to be attending a public school this year. She was too old for the parochial elementary school any more, and there wasn't any room in the parochial junior high.
Why the fuck can't they just stay in their own neighborhoods, he wondered. In their own neighborhoods and on Washington Street.
When he got off duty he headed straight home. He had to find out if there'd been any trouble.
"Hi, Daddy," Suzy said, opening the door for him. "I'd like you to meet a new friend."
Jesus Christ, the kid's as black as the ace of spades, O'Brian thought as his daughter introduced her new playmate, Samantha. Kind of a cute kid though, he had to admit. Kind of ripe looking for her age ... He felt his prick give a little twinge in his pants. He couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have sex with a twelve-year-old black girl.
O'Brian tried to be friendly with Samantha. He didn't like the idea of blacks in his daughter's school or as his daughter's friends, but he didn't like to hurt anyone's feelings, either. Samantha had big brown eyes and a dazzling smile. She also had a pair of tits that were just starting to bud out against her dress. He could guess what it would be like to cup and fondle those little tits. The thought of what those little brown nipples must be like made his cock swell up some more. In fact, he was afraid the girls would notice the bulge that his cock was making against his pants.
"I guess I gotta go now," Samantha said.
"It's kind of hard to get from here to Roxbury by bus isn't it?" O'Brian asked.
"I guess I'll manage."
"I'll give you a lift if you like," he said. He didn't give a fuck about how much trouble it was for Samantha to get home. But he knew he wanted to spend some more time with her. She really turned him on.
He kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as he drove, and that made him make a wrong turn so that he ended up among the deserted warehouses on the near side of the Fort Point Channel.
"God damn," he said, as he found himself heading into a dead end. That part of town was a real rabbit warren. Then it occurred to him that this was too good an opportunity to miss. His cock had known what it wanted to do with Samantha ever since he first saw her. It was just his brain that had been a little bit slow to admit it.
"Hey, Samantha, how'd you like to earn five bucks?"
"I ain't for sale, honky," she said.
O'Brian blushed and started to stammer. She had really called his bluff.
"You white folk, you just don't have any respect for us. It's a real bummer."
"Samantha, I ... " He knew he had made a fool of himself. He wheeled the car around in the cobbled alley.
"Of course," she said, "if you asked me nicely if I'd enjoy having some fun with you, that would be something else."
She grinned. It was obvious that she enjoyed teasing him like this. But she'd had sex a week earlier with a boy a year older than she was, and she was eager to find out what it was like with a grown man. And maybe it would be really different with a honky.
"Okay, Samantha," O'Brian said, "you win. I'm sorry I offered you money. Now would you like to have a fuck?"
She pulled her dress up around her waist. He pressed his fingers against her panties and forced the nylon against her pussy. He felt it get wetter and wetter as he worked her twat over.
His cock was really hungry for action, too. The fuck with the girl on Washington Street had been six hours before. He pulled the zipper down and then worked his pants off.
"Hey, isn't that fine," Samantha said. "How come it's that funny pink color?"
"That's the way it's made. That's the way my skin is."
"Well, I guess you can't have everything," she said with a grin, "I mean, it would look a lot nicer if it was a nice chocolate brown instead of that fish-belly color, but it looks good and stiff."
O'Brian didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or hit her. He wasn't used to taking sass from Blacks, but he had to admit she was a hell of a cute kid.
He unbuttoned Samantha's blouse and fondled her tits through the bra she had on. There wasn't much to them, but that was what turned him on. He's never fucked a twelve-year-old girl before. He got the bra off and ran his fingertips over the smooth brown skin of her tits. The nipples were still really undeveloped and little-girlish. He ran his fingers back and forth across them. They looked girlish, but they were able to respond like a woman's nipples. He felt them swell up under his touch. He leaned forward and took the right nipple in his mouth.
Shit, he thought, a thirty-six-year-old man slicking a twelve-year-old girl's nipples. Talk about screwy.
Screwy, but nice enough to have his cock throbbing with come-need. The little girl was stroking it with her fingers, and he knew that it wouldn't take much more of that before he was shooting.
He wormed his fingers up her vagina. He noticed the maidenhead was gone. He wondered if that was an accident, or if she'd already been screwed.
"Okay," he said, "let's fuck."
He tried to get on top of her, but the steering wheel was in the way. He hadn't fucked in a car since he was in his teens and he remembered those fucks had been pretty cramped and uncomfortable.
"I've got a better idea," he said. He opened the door and got out.
"Don't you want to fuck?" Samantha asked. Her clit was really eager for action now, and her cunt was so wet that when she rubbed her legs together there was a squishing sound.
"Sure I want to fuck. Now get out of the car."
The little black girl did so. He led around to the trunk and bent her over it, so that her tits were resting against it. The alley was long and the car blocked the view of what they were doing from anyone who might come along. And no one ever came to this part of town.
Samantha quivered with excitement as she stood there bent over the car. She felt a draft on her exposed pussy. O'Brian reached between her legs from behind, and pressed his fingers against her cunt. He wormed his forefinger up into it.
"Feel nice?"
Samantha thought it felt very nice, but she wasn't going to let this honky get the drop on her.
"It's okay," she said, "but let's see if that pink prick of yours feels as funny as it looks."
Coming from a grown woman, that kind of remark would have enraged and humiliated him. From a little girl, it was just funny. And he admired her sass. He was determined to show her just how fucking good his prick could feel, though.
He slid the cock between her buttocks and into her cunt. She was really tight, and gave a little squeal as she felt him force apart the walls of her immature little pussy. She was already wet, though, and he knew that there wouldn't be any major friction problem if he took things slowly. O'Brian began to work his dork in and out of her, while the child's hips gave instinctive little quivering counter-thrusts. He had his hands between her newly-budding tits and the car trunk. He pressed his fingers against the nipples, and kneaded the soft brown mounds. Her shoulders quivered with excitement as she felt how he worked over her breasts.
Fuck, is this fine! he thought as he pistoned her twat, slamming his dork into her faster and faster. Her cunt was soaking wet now, and that meant that there was no friction problem left at all. He could go as fast as he wanted, and that was fast.
Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh fuck you, honky! Fuck! Fuck! she thought. Her back muscles were so tight they felt like they were going to snap her spine in two. Her cunt clutched hard at the cock every time it rammed into her. She didn't want him to take his dork away from her.
Come minus ten and counting ...
They were right on the brink ... Really hanging fire.
O'Brian shoved one last stroke into the little black girl, so hard that the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance to her womb.
BINGO! That was it! His prick heaved and shuddered as it poured its load of sperm into her, and her body writhed and wriggled like a hooked fish as the orgasm hit her.
"Ah! Ahhhh! AHHHHHHHHH!" Samantha's voice rose in pitch to a near-scream as all of her pent-up come need ripped loose at once. They were both coming together, and coming really hard. It really felt fine to have a tight little twat clutching at his dork like this, and he wasn't in any hurry to go soft, either.
She liked the feeling just as much as he did.
"Hey, honky, can you give me another one?" she said.
His cock was still stiff, and O'Brian wasn't the kind of guy to ignore a challenge like that, least of all from a twelve-year-old-girl.
"Yeah, but we'll try a different position." He pulled his rod out of her and led her around to the front seat of the car. He pushed her down so that her back was on the seat. The door was open, and her ass was right on the seat edge, with her legs resting on the cobblestones. He figured that the open door would shield them a little.
O'Brian got on top of her, his knees resting on the door sill. The sill cut them a little but he didn't mind something like that as long as he was going to get some more twelve-year-old black pussy.
Shit, he thought, twelve-year-old whiskey is the best. Why not the same for girls.
His cock was hard enough for him to be able to stick it in right away if he wanted to, but he didn't see any reason to rush things. He hadn't had a chance to get a really good look at those immature tits yet, and he figured that they would be well worth checking out. The way she was lying on her back, they were so flattened out against her chest as to be almost invisible. Almost, but not quite. They formed a slight swelling that was an awful lot softer than the surrounding chest.
He's already sucked on one of the nipples, but that was something he figured he couldn't get too much of. He took one of them in his mouth and pulled on it with his lips. His cock shuddered with excitement as he felt how the nipple swelled up between his lips. He used his fingers to work the nub into a similar state of excitement.
She gave a little moan of pleasure, and he slid his hand slowly down her chest and across her tight belly, heading towards her pussy. Her whole body trembled as his finger got closer to her crotch.
He kept expecting to run into pubic hair. The first time they fucked, he'd been too worked up to notice that she didn't have any yet. This time, he did notice, and that made his prick stiffen up even more. He rubbed his fingers against her cuntlips and then he took his cock in his hand and stroked the fleshy knob back and forth across the dainty cuntflesh.
"Fuck me, honky," she said.
He pressed hard with his cock, and it slid again into her tight pussy. He bucked furiously with his hips, driving his pole into her steamy little love hole while her tender young body quivered with excitement.
Cock! Cunt! Cock! Cunt!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
He felt the muscles in his legs tense, and he felt the little girl tense under him as his pounding piston worked her pussy into a glowing hot tunnel of fuck-need.
His cock shuddered once, then started to shoot. Samantha's orgasm hit her the instant the little black girl felt his sperm spatter up against the entrance to her womb and felt his cock start to tremble between her tight pussy-lips.
COME! COME! COME! They both unwound in a series of shuddering jerks that felt like they were going to tear both their sex organs to shreds!
"So fine ... so fucking fine ... " the girl sighed as the orgasm left her.
O'Brian figured that maybe this school integration business wasn't going to be so bad after all.
CHAPTER TWO
"Boy, that Mr. Hubbell sure is good-looking," Suzy said to Samantha as the two twelve-year-old girls stood in the playground during recess. Mr. Hubbell was their history teacher.
"You're not kidding," Samantha said. "But of course looks aren't everything. Sometimes a guy is all looks and nothing else."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, he just can't hack it when it comes down to the important stuff."
"The important stuff?"
"Sure, you know, fucking. That's a real drag, when you're all hot and ready to go,' and the guy can't manage to keep his prick stiff."
Suzy was really wide-eyed. She'd been brought up really strictly, and though she had a theoretical idea of what fucking was about, she'd never met a girl who admitted to doing it.
Samantha didn't have half the experience she was pretending to have. She'd only had two fuck-sessions in her life, one with the neighborhood boy who had popped her cherry, and the other with Suzy's father. But she'd heard from an older cousin that sometimes guys weren't able to keep their dicks stiff, and she wanted to impress her new friend with how experienced and worldly-wise she was. "You've really been fucked?" Suzy asked.
"Course," Samantha said.
"What's it like?"
"Fan-tastic!" And Samantha started to describe the two fucks she had had. The girl didn't mention that one of them was Suzy's father, however. She felt that that might shock her friend.
As she listened to Samantha's description of what it was like for a girl to have a hunk of good, hard cock slamming back and forth in her pussy, Suzy felt herself getting more and more turned on. She'd been thinking a lot about boys and sex in the last few months, and she was fascinated by this first-person account from a girl who had actually done some fucking.
She decided to try and find out for herself just exactly what it was like.
There was a black boy in her class whom she'd been paying a lot of attention to without really knowing why. She decided that he might be a good person to teach her about sex. Her father sometimes said mean things about blacks, but Samantha was a nice person, and Suzy figured that if she was going to do one forbidden thing, she might as well do two.
During recess, instead of seeking out Samantha, Suzy went and found the boy.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi." He sounded kind of shy. She had been hoping for a real stud who would show her what the score was.
"My name's Suzy."
"I'm Alex."
They chatted for a while, without Suzy being able to figure out how to say what she wanted. Then she decided she'd better just come out with it.
"Do you like sex?"
"Sure, of course I like sex. There ain't a man alive who don't," Alex said. In fact, at the age of twelve, he wasn't going to admit to this girl that he had never fucked, though that was the case.
He felt his cock start to swell up against his crotch. This little honky sure was good-looking. He'd felt self-conscious for some time about the fact that he hadn't had a girl yet. This one would be a good place to start. She sure seemed to want some prick.
Suzy hesitated a moment, and then said, blushing, "Would you like some? I mean, would you like to have some now?"
"Let's go," said Alex, trying to sound a lot more manly and forceful than he felt. He had an older brother who was counted as one of the biggest studs in Roxbury, and Alex tried to model himself after him.
"Go where?"
Alex thought a minute. Then he said, "I don't think Room 202 is used this period. That's where I have science. I went back there to get my books once and it was empty."
They headed there. Sure enough, the room was empty.
"Okay baby," Alex said, trying to sound tough and self-assured like his brother, "get on top of the desk."
Suzy sat down on the teacher's desk. The little girl's heart was pounding like mad. She wasn't sure that this was such a good idea after all. At the same time, though, she was really curious to find out what a fuck would be like.
If Samantha can do it, so can I, she thought.
She lay back on the broad desk, and Alex worked her skirt up around her waist. He noticed that her panties were all wet. He wondered if that meant she had pissed in them. They didn't smell like piss, though. He was so inexperienced that he didn't know about cunt-juice.
He pulled the panties away from her twat, and gazed at it. She had a nice pair of soft, pink labia, and a hard little clit poking out from between them. He hadn't ever seen a cunt before, but after looking at this one, he decided that he was going to make it his business to see as many more in the future as he possibly could.
His cock was just screaming to be let out of his pants, and the boy unzipped. As he pulled his pants and underpants down, his thing bobbed free. Suzy gave a little shiver of excitement as she saw how long and hard and black it was. She was going to have that up her cunt soon! The thought made her really nervous, but it turned her on, too.
Alex hadn't fucked before, but he knew that he was supposed to stick his cock into the girl's cunt and slide it back and forth. Hopefully nature would take care of the rest.
Suzy remembered what Samantha had said about how some guys weren't able to keep their cocks stiff during a fuck. Alex's cock sure looked good and hard.
Alex got on top of her, and pressed his cock-tip against her maidenhead. The membrane puzzled him. He didn't know that virgins were supposed to be sealed up like that.
He pressed the cock forward, and Suzy gave a little gasp. He didn't want to hurt her, but he didn't want to admit to her that he didn't know what the score was.
"You ever fucked before?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"No," she said.
"Then I gotta check you out. When you fuck with a girl who ain't ever had sex before, you got to check her out first. That's the way it always is."
The little black boy got off of her and peered at Suzy's pink twat. Sure enough, there was a membrane covering her vagina. He hadn't noticed it before, but that was what was getting in the way. It didn't look too solid, though, and it had a hole in it. He figured that maybe that was the way girls came packaged.
Alex got back aboard, and positioned his cock once more. Then he gave a really hard shove with his hips.
"Ouch!" Suzy cried as she felt the hard cock punch into her virginal little pussy. She soon forgot the pain, though, as she felt how nice it was to have her twat filled up with the boy's hard dick. She sort of jiggled her hips to try and increase the pressure.
Alex felt his heart pound like crazy. He had been really nervous when he shoved his penis in, afraid that he might be really hurting her. But even though Suzy had given that little cry, he could tell from the look on her face that she felt happy now. There couldn't be any permanent damage done.
He pulled his cock back really slowly and carefully. He'd beaten off plenty of times before, and he knew what his prick felt like when it wanted to come. Well, it felt like that now. He knew he was going to have to take things kind of easy or everything would be over before it started.
He slid his cock back in again, nice and easy. Suzy gave a little sigh of contentment as she felt how it plowed into her. She felt so filled, so possessed, so female. She was glad that Samantha had told her about fucking. She wouldn't have ever dared try it if it hadn't been for her new black friend.
Alex had his hands against her titties and was squeezing and caressing them. He noticed how her nipples, which he kept on tugging and pinching, swelled up more and more. Suzy sighed happily as they did so, and he figured that that must be another natural part of the way women responded. He was learning a lot.
At first his hips moved in a kind of awkward, clumsy way. But he had a good instinct for fucking, and soon he was laying his cock into her with fine, rhythmic strokes, sliding it on the film of pussy juice that her cunt was busy producing. She was really wet and squishy, and getting wetter and squishier every second. Well, he figured that that had to be another natural feature of females. He'd never guessed before just how complicated they were.
Buck! Buck Buck! He laid his rod into her faster and faster, working his hips like mad, stirring up her joyhole with the powerful beat of his aching cock. His balls were pulled up tight against the root of his prick, really hungry to fire their load into the hot little honky twat that he was working with his whanger.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Feels so good! Oh! Ohhh!"
Suzy's face was covered with little beads of perspiration as she felt every thrust of his cock pull her cuntlips across her throbbing clit. Her back tried to arch under his weight as he pounded away inside her.
His cock felt like it was going to burst. He'd had it feeling hard and horny between his fingers before, but that sure as shit wasn't anything like this.
Gush! Gush! Gush! He felt gob after gob of jism go shooting down the length of his prick and into her hot little fun-hole. And the second Suzy felt his hard male rod quiver and pulse inside her, her cunt started to come too.
BRRRRRRRRRRRT! All the come-need that was pent up in her body ripped loose at once like a burst of machine-gun fire. Her pussy clutched frantically at the boy's cock, and the two of them moaned and trembled together as their sex-organs came, and came, and came!
He pulled his cock out of her, and she thrilled to see the long thread of spunk that was dangling from it. In fact, that spunk looked so good that she couldn't help wanting to taste it. She slipped off the desk and bent over his cock. She took the rod in her hands and slipped it into her mouth. She didn't know anything about blow-jobs. All she knew was that she wanted to taste some of-that sperm that was trailing from it.
As soon as she had his cock in her mouth though, she discovered just what a turn-on that was. She started sucking instinctively, and Alex felt his cock start to stiffen up again. It had not gone completely soft after the fuck, and it didn't take too much of Suzy's mouth-action to put starch back into it.
She slid her mouth around so that the tip of his cock brushed against its roof. She pressed her lips against the shaft and slid them up and down. Alex closed his eyes and enjoyed the action. He'd heard something about girls sucking prick. He remembered once overhearing a discussion between his brother and another dude about what was more fun-having a fox suck your prick or getting it into her twat. Alex couldn't decide for himself at the moment, that was for sure. The fuck had been great, but the way Suzy was working his dick with her mouth was driving him straight out of his ever-loving mind.
His cock was as hard as ever now, and she sucked like crazy. She pressed her tongue against that part of the shaft that was inside her and rubbed the tip of the cock against the back of her mouth.
His cock quivered and started to shoot, and they were both surprised by how much spunk he still had left to give her. The stuff went gushing into her in a series of powerful spurts. She felt it splatter against the back of her tongue, felt it dribble down her throat ... and he was still firing away.
She slid her tongue back and forth over the prick as it lay in her mouth. He was softening up now, but she figured that that was probably how it was supposed to be. He'd kept his cock stiff for two good comes, and though Suzy didn't know much about the subject, she figured that that had to be a good performance.
"Good God!"
Suzy turned her head quickly, pulling her lips off of the boy's cock. Miss Perkins, her geometry teacher, was standing in the doorway.
Alex hurriedly stuffed his prick into his pants, but there was no way of hiding from Miss Perkins what it was that they'd been up to. She'd obviously seen that Suzy had her mouth around a black boy's prick.
"You get out of here," she said to Alex. "I'll deal with you later."
"Yes ma'am," Alex murmured. He figured that it was going to be bad trouble. He remembered his folks telling him about what used to happen to blacks in the South when they had sex with white people. He knew there wasn't any danger of that happening here in Boston, but he also knew that these South Boston honkies were pretty uptight, and that he could expect to get some real hassles.
"Suzy," Miss Perkins said after Alex had left and closed the door behind him, "how could you do such a thing?"
"I dunno," she murmured, looking at the floor. The twelve-year-old girl embarrassed that someone had seen her sucking a boy's prick. And she was afraid that Miss Perkins was going to tell her father. Her father was always telling her how a nice girl should "save herself for marriage." He would hit the ceiling when he learned that she had been sucking a boy's prick. And when he learned that it was a black boy's! She couldn't bear to think about what his reaction was going to be.
"Really Suzy," said Miss Perkins, "I wouldn't have imagined that you would get up to such things. And with a black boy, too!"
"Why does that matter!" Suzy said, suddenly speaking up. She thought it was really dumb the way people like her father and Miss Perkins were always down on black people. The only ones she'd ever known had been nice.
"Of course it doesn't," Miss Perkins said hastily. She didn't want word of her prejudice to get around, since with the atmosphere in the Boston schools the way it was, the safest attitude was one of strict neutrality. "It's just that I was so shocked to see you | doing that with a boy that I couldn't help also being surprised that you were doing it with a boy ... from a -different neighborhood."
Suzy knew exactly what she meant. One thing about Miss Perkins' hypocrisy was that it made her feel a lot less ashamed about being caught in the act.
"Are you going to tell my father?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. That would get you in a lot of trouble, wouldn't it?"
"It really would."
"And I wouldn't want to get you in trouble. After all, you're really a nice girl. A very nice girl."
Suzy suddenly noticed just how close to her face Miss Perkins was holding her own. She could smell the teacher's perfume. It made her feel nervous to have Miss Perkins so close to her. She trembled slightly.
"There's no need to tremble, dear," Miss Perkins ! said softly. "There isn't any reason to be afraid." And she started to stroke Suzy's cheek with her fingers.
That made Suzy tremble even more. She knew that women weren't supposed to do that to girls. But it felt good, too. There was something very gentle about the way in which Miss Perkins was stroking her cheek.
"No, I don't think I'm going to tell your lather," she whispered.
Suddenly, Suzy felt the pressure of the teacher's fingers on her pussy. She gasped.
"Hush, nothing's going to happen to you," Miss Perkins said. "Nothing that isn't nice, anyway."
Miss Perkins pulled Suzy's panties down, and then pressed against the tender young female flesh. Then the teacher knelt in front of the young girl, her face close to Suzy's pussy.
Suzy wondered what Miss Perkins was going to do. She felt the folder woman's breath on her cuntlips.
Miss Perkins studied the delicate little twat. She noticed that there was still almost no hair on it at all. Just the lightest little down. That was how she liked them-good and young. As far as she was concerned, pubescent girls were so nice that she couldn't for the life of her figure out why any women ever wasted their time with anything else.
She slid her tongue out of her mouth and pressed it against the cuntlips. Suzy shuddered with pleasure. There was something very light and gentle about Miss Perkins' touch. And even though Suzy knew that she shouldn't be letting the teacher do this to her, she didn't mind. After all, she'd already given a boy a fuck, and sucked his prick. She figured that today was going to be the day that she broke all the rules.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! The geometry teacher licked at her cunt like a cat licking cream.
Miss Perkins felt her own clit start to throb with excitement. This little Suzy had one of the nicest twats that she'd licked in quite a while. It had a lovely girlish smell, too, and as Suzy got wetter and wetter, the smell got stronger. Miss Perkins inhaled deeply through her nostrils so as to not miss any of the teenage girl's female odor.
The teacher slid her tongue up into Suzy's twat and pressed the tip of it against the slick cunt walls. Then she pulled it out and began to rub the pink cuntlips really hard.
Her own cunt was just screaming for attention and she placed her hand on it, pressing her fingers against her pussy-lips. Her hips shuddered with excitement. As for her titties, they were so swollen that they almost felt painful inside her bra.
She flicked her tongue quickly against Suzy's clit and the girl just about exploded with the force of the come that hit her. She bucked and heaved as the orgasm raced up and down her spine and up and down her throbbing cunt. And Miss Perkins was still licking at her, still going at her tender twat with that nimble tongue of hers.
Right at the moment that she felt Suzy start to come, Miss Perkins pressed her fingers against her own clit, and her pent-up pussy responded instantly. Even though her cunt felt so sensitive that it could hardly bear to be touched, she poked really hard at it, and her large, womanly hips trembled and shook in time to the motions of Suzy's slender girlish ones.
Even after Suzy had finished coming, Miss Perkins could hardly bear to take her mouth away from the girl's pussy, it was so dainty and feminine and exciting.
Miss Perkins slid her lips back and forth across her cuntlips a couple more times, and then finally got up, She didn't want someone to walk in on her like she had walked in on Suzy and Alex.
"I've got to go now, Suzy," Miss Perkins said, "but just remember that any time you want to have more fun with me, you can."
Suzy didn't know what to think of what had just happened. It sure seemed funny to have been having sex with a grown-up lady. But there was no getting around what a turn-on it had been, too.
Recess was almost over, so she had to wait until school .was out to tell Samantha what had happened. Samantha would have normally been bused to Roxbury, but she liked walking with Suzy, and she could use a public bus and subway to get home. Or maybe Suzy's father would give her another lift. Samantha remembered just how good that big prick of his had felt inside her. She wasn't sure that she could enjoy sex with a honky so much, but there was no question about how fine his cock was.
"So what happened after Miss Perkins found you?" Samantha asked.
"She told me not to worry, and then she kissed me."
"She kissed you?"
"Uh huh."
"I've heard of guy teachers kissing girls, but I sure haven't heard of women doing it." There were still some gaps in Samantha's knowledge of sex.
"Well, she did, and that's not all. She licked my cunny."
"Wow."
Samantha was genuinely impressed. Here she had thought that she had it all over Suzy as far as sexual experience was concerned, and Suzy had gone and clone something she'd never heard of-she'd had her twat licked by a woman.
"What was it like?" Samantha asked.
"It was kind of nice."
"Could you show me?" the twelve-year-old black girl asked. She prided herself on knowing about sex, and she figured that this was something she had better add to her store of knowledge.
"I guess so," Suzy said. In fact, the little girl was really eager to find out what it was like. She had had Miss Perkins' tongue on her twat. And she had really enjoyed that. But Miss Perkins seemed to have enjoyed licking her twat as much as Suzy had enjoyed having it licked.
At Suzy's house, the two girls were alone. Neither Suzy's mother or father had gotten off work yet. The two girls ran giggling up to Suzy's room. They both felt it was a real adventure to try some sex together. Both of their little clits were throbbing with excitement, and their nipples were swollen up against their A-cup bras.
They pulled each other's clothes off in a hurry and Samantha lay back on the bed. Suzy positioned her mouth next to her friend's cunt, trying to remember just how Miss Perkins had done things.
Samantha's twat looked good and appetizing, and instinct took over. Suzy sent her tongue darting across the brown cuntlips and Samantha felt a bolt of lightning shooting up her spine.
Lick! Lick! Lick!
"Hey, is that ever fine!" Samantha said as Suzy's tongue moved faster and faster, licking up more and more of her pussy fluid, but still not quite able to take care of all the stuff that her hot little box was secreting.
Suzy thought that doing the licking was just about as good. She'd never gotten a chance to see a cunt close up before, or to find out how one smelled or tasted.
"Hey," Samantha said, "I've got an idea. Wait a moment."
Suzy stopped licking, and Samantha repositioned herself on the bed so that her own face was right next to Suzy's cunt. Then the two girls both started licking.
Oh, wow, Suzy thought. This double action is the best sex I've gotten so far. The little girl had a nice, wet cunt on the end of her tongue, and other girl's tongue working her over between the legs. Both girls had their hands on each other's thighs and their faces thrust really close to each other's twats.
Suzy felt like she was just about to come. She hoped that she and Samantha would come at the same time.
They did. Just as Samantha felt the first wave of her orgasm hit her, she pressed her tongue against Suzy's clit. She knew from her own experience fucking and beating off just what a sensitive spot that was on a girl.
Both girls rocked and heaved on the bed as the come blazed through their tender young bodies. They kept their faces glued to each other's cunts, their tongues darting back and forth across each other's cuntlips.
Finally, they were both done. Suzy gave & final lick at Samantha's pussy, and lifted her face away from it.
"Man, that's really something."
"You're telling me," Samantha said.
"How do you think it compares with sex with a guy?"
"That's pretty good too."
Both girls secretly hoped that they preferred sex with men, but neither one was sure.
"I guess we'd better call it quits," Suzy said. "My Dad is going to be home before too long."
And, in fact, it was only about fifteen minutes later that O'Brian came in the door. He felt a moment's annoyance at seeing that his daughter was still hanging around with that black girl, but his annoyance dissolved as he thought how he would be able to give Samantha another ride home.
This time, it was no accident when O'Brian turned off the causeway and down among the warehouses. His cock pressed hard against his pants as the car bounced over the cobblestones and the disused railroad tracks set in them. He found another blind alley like the one he had used the day before.
He was going to start fucking Samantha, when she bent down and kissed his cock through his pants. She was really curious to see what oral sex with a man was like after sampling it with a girl.
O'Brian guessed what it was that she had on her mind-and he didn't have an objection in the world. As far as he was concerned, having a girl's lips on his cock was just about as good as having her cunt around it.
Samantha pulled his zipper down and then worked his cock clear of his underpants. It was already swollen to beat hell.
She stroked it lightly with her fingertips. She'd never felt a cock in her hand before, but her instinct for sex came to her rescue. The little black girl knew how much her pussy liked light, tantalizing action, and she figured that the same thing was probably true about a man's cock.
The two of them were still sitting in the car. With Samantha sitting next to him and bending over his crotch, there wasn't the same kind of problem of space that there was with a regular fuck. O'Brian just had his legs stretched out in front of him, his feet between the pedals.
Samantha felt her clit throb with excitement as she examined his cock. The long, hard prick and the balls were so totally different from anything that a girl had. They were nice. She took the balls in her mouth and started to suck on them.
"Mmm, keep it up," O'Brian groaned. He liked having his balls sucked on. Not that they were sensitive in the way that his prick was sensitive, but he figured that having them in a female mouth was a nice way to start things off.
After a while, the girl slipped her mouth off of his balls and started to lick at his cock, giving it big licks that ran all the way from the root of the thing to the knob on the end. Soon his whole cock was glistening with saliva. She found out from the way he responded, just how sensitive the place where his knob and shaft joined was, so she gave that special attention.
"Careful, or you'll have me shooting all over your face instead of into your mouth," he said as he felt the girl's tongue tip press against his cock.
She slipped her mouth around his prick and began to suck on it, pulling with the lips at the spot where the knob and shaft joined.
Splat! A gob of sperm hit the roof of her mouth, followed by another, and another, and another as O'Brian started to come, and come really hard. His cock pumped and pumped, unloading into her like crazy while his body shivered with excitement.
Soon her mouth was full of sperm. She slipped her lips from his cock, being careful not to spill any of his semen. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth so that he could see the pool of sperm glistening between her teeth. Then she swallowed it with a gulp.
"I guess that just about does you, huh honky?" she said with a grin.
"Just get out of this car and I'll show you how finished I am."
Defiantly, the little black girl did, and O'Brian backed her up against a warehouse wall. He put one hand on the inside of her right thigh and forced her legs apart. There was nothing in the way of his cock, and he bent his knees so that the tip of it was below the level of her cunt. Then, after positioning his swollen cock inside the entrance to her cunt, he straightened his legs sending the rod sliding up into her body.
O'Brian paused for a moment, enjoying the way in which his cock was gripped by the girl's tight little pussy. Then he began stroking his adult pecker up and down inside her black little cunny by flexing and unflexing his legs.
Samantha wriggled happily as she felt the big cock hammer up and down inside her. Her pussy felt really nice, and that wasn't the only thing that felt good, either. One advantage of this position, as O'Brian knew, was the access to the tits that it gave, and he was taking full advantage of it. He kneaded and molded the tender young breasts, pulling on the nipples until they were swollen up to about three times their normal size.
Up! Down! Up! Down!
His cock felt really ready to go. Every time he laid a second shot into a female, O'Brian felt proud about the way he was able to go twice in a row with so little difficulty.
Samantha's little pussy clutched eagerly at his cock as it slid back and forth on her pussy juice.
O'Brian knew that he was about to come. He wanted to prolong things, so he took a series of deep breaths. He knew from experience that breathing deeply sometimes held back his come for a while.
There was no way he could hold it back for long, though, not with that tight little cunt clutching at his rod. He felt his cock quiver and start to shoot, and the girl's twat pulsed and shuddered with the force of the come that tore through it.
Wham! Wham! Wham! They were both really letting go, and right in time, really giving each other fits, their sex-organs coming and coming and coming.
When they were finished, Samantha felt relieved to know that she really did prefer sex with a man to sex with another girl.
O'Brian took her home, and as he drove back along the causeway to South Boston he thought about how much pussy he had been getting lately, and how good it was.
I'd better be pretty fucking careful, though, he thought. If Shirley found out, she'd hit the ceiling.
But what Carol was hitting right at that moment was the peak of pleasure, fuck-pleasure that she was getting from eight inches of hard black cock!
CHAPTER THREE
Carol O'Brian felt nervous from the first day she set eyes on Roger Jackson.
Where she felt nervous was between her legs.
Carol worked as a secretary at a small shipping company. Jackson was a clerk there, and the sight of him made Carol's little clit beg for action from the big cock that she could see bulge against the tight pants that he wore.
Carol always liked to think of herself as a respectable married woman. That was one reason that it bothered her so much to realize that she was turned on by a man who wasn't her husband. The other reason was that Jackson was black, and Carol, like her husband, was from South Boston, a place not noted for its racial tolerance. When she was a little girl her parents had made it pretty clear "that she was to remain a virgin until marriage, and that the man she finally chose had better be Boston Irish like them ... They didn't have to say that she had better not get mixed up with any blacks. There weren't any blacks in South Boston, and it would never have occurred to her parents that their pretty daughter might get a hankering for some black cock.
That was just what she wanted now, though. Her husband Bill was pretty good in the sack, but she wanted something different. More exactly, she wanted Roger Jackson. If he had been white, there wouldn't have been any problem. But as it was, her prejudices held her back.
Jackson knew something about women. He could tell when one was interested in getting some action off of his prick. He was a married man, and all things considered, a pretty good husband and father. But he didn't think that marriage was something that he should make a fetish of.
He knew what Carol wanted, and he was ready to give it to her. All he was doing was biding his time, waiting for the right moment for him to make his move.
The same afternoon that Bill O'Brian got his prick sucked by little Samantha, Carol overheard a couple of men talking at the office water-cooler.
"Yeah," one of them said, "I get some of the Washington Street action from time to time. Sometimes a pro makes a nice change."
"Aren't those girls pretty much all black by now?" the other man asked.
"Pretty much, but there's worse things in the world than a good, hot fox."
Carol caught her breath. The girls on Washington Street were mostly black! She had long suspected that her husband used the whores in the Combat Zone. She had first gotten the idea that that was what was going on when she confided to a friend of hers that her husband sure seemed to lose a lot of money in those firehouse poker games. The friend had asked her husband, who was a fellow fireman of Engine Co. 25, and found out that Bill O'Brian almost never joined the games. Carol knew that her husband was a fairly moderate drinker, and that meant there was only one other thing he could be spending his money on-commercial cunt!
Carol had reconciled herself to the idea, but the fact that apparently most of the whores in town were now black put a whole new slant on her longing for Roger Jackson's prick.
If Bill can do it, why can't I? she thought.
The trouble was that she didn't know how to get her desire across to Jackson. She could never come out and tell him that she wanted his dick.
She didn't have to. Jackson knew enough about women to know that the time had come for him to make his move.
"Carol," he said, "would you come here a moment? There's something I want to show you."
She followed him into the mailroom, which was his special preserve. He shut the door.
"What I wanted to show you was this," he said, pulling down the zipper of his pants and hauling his prick out into the open.
It was hard as a bar of iron, and bigger than any prick that Carol had ever dreamed of. She knew she had to have it, and she guessed that he was going to give it to her.
He placed his hands on her tits and started to squeeze and fondle the soft female globes while she shuddered with ecstasy. She felt her nipples poke against the fabric of her dress. He rubbed his palms against them, the white palms that contrasted so strongly with the dark brown of the back of his hand.
"Ooooooh, fuck me!" she purred.
"Don't you worry about a thing," he said. "I aim to do exactly that." He put one hand on her ass and pulled her forward so that her belly was pressing against his cock. She trembled as she felt how hard his cock was and realized that it wouldn't be long before that cock was right inside her hot little twat.
He reached under her skirt and pulled her pantyhose away from the seething woman-hole. He worked the stocking-garment down around her legs.
God damn, he thought, women were a lot easier to get at when they wore regular panties and stockings. Then he remembered some of the girdles that he had wrestled with back in the "good old days."
Now that her pantyhose was off, he placed his fingers against her twat, which was good and warm and wet. She pressed her thighs together, enjoying the feeling of his hand on her cunt.
His other hand pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress. He sometimes was certain that women's clothes were especially designed to make things difficult for horny men.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She was naked now, and he pushed her white body down on one of the big mailsacks in a corner of the room.
While the bills and invoices crackled under her, he got aboard. She spread her legs to receive his cock. He toyed with her by rubbing the tip of it back and forth across her tender pink cuntlips without shoving on into her like she wanted.
Make 'em wait for it and they enjoy it more, he thought.
The trouble was that he was having trouble making himself wait for it. His cock was throbbing with excitement now. It really wanted to pour its load of sperm into her pussy.
Jackson tweaked her nipples with his fingers, and felt the soft rosebuds turn into throbbing nubs of passion. She was moaning continuously now. She really needed prick, and she needed it now ...
Well, he needed cunt, and he figured that that made them compatible. He shoved his cock into her and started driving his prick back and forth in her warm woman-hole with quick, regular strokes. Her body shook and trembled with excitement every time she felt him ram his dork on into her.
"Harder! Harder!" she gasped, sweat trickling down her face in little rivers and strands of hair glued to her forehead.
With powerful bucking motions of his lean, athletic hips he rammed the cock back and forth against the tender insides of her pussy. His balls were aching to unload, but he was trying to hold himself back for a little while longer. Trying to prolong the pleasure as much as possible.
"Gotta come! Gotta! Gotta!" Carol sobbed as she felt her muscles knot up tighter for the orgasm that was about to hit her.
Then like a series of Chinese firecrackers going off, a series of explosions tore through her cunt.
"Coming!" she gasped. "I'm COMING!" She felt like her pussy was going to be smashed into a million pieces as the kaleidoscopic come-burst blazed through it. And his cock was pumping away, gushing and shooting, pouring gob after gob of hot sperm up into her while she writhed and wriggled with pure frantic female fuck-joy.
He rested his cock still inside her, while the two of them gasped for breath. Carol hardly knew where she was. All she knew was how good it felt to have that black, cock inside her. It was still hard, too. Jackson was not the kind of guy whose prick went slack on him after one fuck.
Finally, he pulled out. She could tell by looking at it that he was ready and willing to give her another fuck, and that was just exactly what she wanted, too.
"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered. She did so, and he positioned himself behind her. She figured that he was probably going to fuck her dog-style, like her husband sometimes did, but she was only partly right. Just at the moment that she was expecting to feel the tip of his cock against the entrance to her cunt-she felt it pressing against her asshole instead.
"No, Roger, please!" she gasped, frightened of the pain she knew would follow.
"You'll like it, baby," he said, and thrust with his hips sending the tip of his cock sliding up into her. It was a tight fit, but the fact that his cock was still glistening with cunt-juice meant that the friction wasn't too bad, and once he was inside her, Carol had to admit to herself that the sensation was kind of neat ... It was the first time that she had been fucked in the ass, but she knew instinctively that she didn't want it to be the last.
He paused for a moment, and then started working his cock inside her. He knew that when a woman is being buttfucked she isn't getting any stimulation on the cunt lips and clit like she does with a regular fuck. So he replaced with his hands what she wasn't getting from his cock. He reached his right hand forward and cupped her crotch. While his prick pistoned her butt, his fingers slid back and forth on the tingling pink skin of her cuntlips. He worked his fingers up into her twat so that she could feel herself plugged in both holes at once.
His other hand was on her tits, pressing and kneading first one and then the other. She was getting action from every possible direction at once.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she gasped in time to his thrusts as he buried his cock in her ass again and again. He felt her tender female body shudder under the force of his strokes. Then his cock was blasting and blasting like hell, despite the fuck he had given her a few minutes before. Her anal sphincter felt his prick quiver inside her as it shot, and at just that moment he pressed his fingers against her clit so that she was coming, too, her body unwinding in a series of great, heaving spasms.
As he pulled out of her, he said, "I hope we can have some more fun together in the future, Carol."
"I think we'll be able to manage something," she replied.
The Irish housewife felt shaken as she headed back to her desk. Shaken from the force of the comes that she had had, but also shaken by the knowledge of what she had done. She had cheated on her husband, and she had done it with a black. What made her feel even more guilty was the fact that she had enjoyed the black man's cock more than she had enjoyed her husband's in quite some time.
That evening, she -was kind of quiet at the dinner table. She was afraid to look her husband in the eye for fear that he would guess that she had been up to something. What she didn't know was that Bill was too worried about trying to keep his own secrets to try and pry into hers.
Bill had something else on his mind, too, and it was sitting opposite him and putting away an amazing amount of baked beans. That something else was his daughter Suzy.
Now there's one pretty little chick, he thought as he looked at her. Until he'd taken up with Samantha, he'd never realized just what fantastic sex partners twelve-year-old little girls could be. He'd had some chocolate ice cream, and now he was ready for some vanilla.
O'Brian was shocked at the fact that he lusted after his daughter's little pussy, but the way his cock felt told him that he hadn't much chance of keeping his desires in check very long. It was the same kind of feeling he sometimes had when he was about to blow some money on a whore-the feeling that even though something was probably a mistake, he had to go ahead and do it anyway.
What he was unsure about was how he was going to manage to get his daughter in bed with him. He knew she would be horrified if he made a pass at her!
That night, as he lay in bed he couldn't help thinking about his daughter and how sexy her little pussy would feel around his cock. Because he was thinking that, his cock was swollen and hard. His wife's hand brushed against it, and she thought that he must be thinking of sex with her.
Carol took his prick in her fingers and squeezed it.
Something's better than nothing, Bill thought, and took his wife's buttocks in his hands and started kneading them. In fact, he had to admit that she had pretty nice buttocks. She wasn't an exotic fox, but she was a good lay all the same.
He took one of her tits in his hand and kneaded it. She gave a low moan of pleasure. Then he pressed his lips against the nipple and started to suck. He felt he-shudder with excitement. The tit swelled up in his mouth. He sucked harder. He remembered how, years ago, when Carol was weaning Suzy, he had been allowed to suck the milk from her tits once in a while. Shit, was that ever a turn-on.
No milk now, of course, but the nipples still felt good. He stroked her belly with his fingertips, sliding them closer and closer to her crotch.
"Touch me! Touch my cunt! Feel up my pussy!" Carol sighed.
He pulled playfully at her curly pubic hair. Then he worked his forefinger into the frontal niche of her crotch and pushed it back until it came in contact with her labia. She shook violently. He knew that he would just have to push the fingers a little farther so that it was touching the clit in order to have her come right then and there, but he didn't see any point in rushing things.
Carol writhed and tossed on the bed as her husband got her more and more worked up with his hands. Her nipples were so big and swollen that they were literally aching. She just had to have that prick of his inside her.
"Give it to me," she whispered. "Stick your prick in me!"
He felt in the mood for a slightly out-of-the-ordinary position tonight, so he rolled her on her belly, then got on top of her while she lay flat.
Carol wondered if he was going to stick his prick into her asshole like Roger Jackson had done, but it turned out that it was her cunt that her husband was after. She felt his cock slide against her ass cheeks as he positioned the tip of it to press aside the entrance to her twat. Meanwhile, he had his hands between her tits and the bed. The tits were pretty much squashed flat by her weight on top of them, but he could still feel the pressure of her nipples against the palms of his hands.
O'Brian gave a shove with his hips, and his cock went sliding into her slit. She had a good, tight twat, and a good wet one, too. He liked both features, and lay there on top of her thinking about what a really fine pussy his wife had. Then he began to lay one stroke into her after another, working his cock with a fine, easy rhythm and rubbing his hands against her nipples.
"Mmmmmm, nice," Carol purred as she felt his dork slam faster and faster into her steamy pussy. Her whole body was tense and excited. Maybe her husband wasn't quite as much of a turn-on as the black mail clerk, but he could still fuck, she thought.
In! Out! In! Out!
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!
He was really getting her wound up, really priming her hot pussy for a mind-blowing come! She gasped and panted under him as he got her hotter and hotter. "Can't stand it!" she gasped. "Just can't! Just can't!"
O'Brian knew that she was hanging right on the brink of her come. He also planned on keeping his wife hanging there for a little while longer, anyway.
In! Out! In! Out!
Almost there ... almost ... almost ...
Cock! Cunt! Cock! Cunt!
Just a couple more thrusts would do it ... just a couple more ...
Then, all of a sudden, she was coming hard. He felt her pussy clutch at his cock as she started to blast, and that was enough to get his prick over the top. It shuddered, and then started sending a real stream of cock-juice gushing up into her while she writhed and struggled under his weight.
"AGHHHHHHH! Oh! Oh! OHHHHHH!" she moaned as she felt every muscle in her body unwind all at once, tearing her to shreds. And still he was coming inside her while her hips jiggled and quivered.
When he was done, O'Brian gave her a kiss on the back of the neck. Then he pulled his cock out and after saying "goodnight," he rolled over on his side to think some more about what it would be like to have his little daughter for a sex partner.
Carol lay there looking at the ceiling and telling herself that if she could get sex that good from her husband, there was no reason that she should be running around with black mail-order clerks. That afternoon's interlude with Roger was going to be the first and last adultery she committed in her life.
She believed that all the way up until the next time she saw Roger. And the moment she looked at him again, she knew that she had to have some more of his strong, black cock. The looks that he was giving her indicated pretty clearly that he was expecting more cunt off of her, too.
It wasn't long before he walked over to her desk and asked if he could speak with her for a moment. She knew just exactly what that meant, and she followed him into the mailroom.
The instant he had the door closed and locked, he went for his zipper. Soon she had his black cock standing proudly in front of her again.
"This time," he said with a grin, "why don't you do some of the work and let me relax?" He lay down on one of the mailsacks, holding his prick aloft with his hand.
After stripping her clothes off, Carol placed a knee on either side of his lips and started to squat down over his rod.
Soon she felt the tip of it press against the entrance to her pussy. She lowered her hips just a little bit more so that the head of his cock was inside her, then she rotated her hips, moving his stiff prick in first one direction, then the other.
Carol had taken off her blouse and bra, and as she moved her hips, her tits bounced and jiggled. They looked way the hell too nice to Roger to leave them alone, and he reached his hands up and cupped them. He lifted the tits away from her chest, and then let go, allowing them to flop back down again. Carol felt her nipples swell with excitement.
The feeling of that fleshy knob inside her pussy was really too much for her. She couldn't wait any longer. Even though it was fun to tease and tantalize Roger by making him wait, she needed his cock just as much as he needed her cunt. She slid the rest of the way down his shaft, giving a little sigh as she impaled herself on the hard male spear. She sat on his balls, jiggling up and down on them, grinding her soft ass cheeks against his flaming nuts.
"Fuck me, baby," he said.
She reached one hand under her so that it was between her ass and his balls. Just a little bit of his cock was still outside her body, and she rubbed that with her fingers. The black clerk closed his eyes.
"Ooooh man, does that ever feel fine, baby! If you keep on making me feel good like this, I'm gonna declare you an honorary sister."
Carol started to slide her cunt up and down over his rod, going slowly at first. She didn't get much chance to practice playing the active role in sex, since that was something that Bill usually liked to reserve for himself. But she had top-ridden him a couple of times, and it didn't take too long for the technique to come back to her. Soon she was really working away on the black mail-clerk's cock. Her cunt clutched at the hard black rod so eagerly that she felt like she was going to pull herself inside out every time she lifted herself off of it.
Roger was still giving her tits hell. He kept licking his fingers and then rubbing them against her swollen nipples. The fact that his fingers were wet made them chafe more. She could hardly stand to have him keep touching her there, but she sure the fuck didn't want him to stop, either.
Up! Down! Up! Down! Now that she'd gotten the hang of things, Carol was really having a ball playing the active role.
He tensed his legs and waited for the come. He knew that it was only one or two more strokes away. No cock could stand to get the kind of workout his was getting from her cunt without coming pretty quickly.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she grunted in time to her thrusts as her whole body wound up tighter and tighter. She was just one coiled bundle of female fuck-frenzy waiting to burst loose at any second.
She sensed that the next stroke would get the two of them off. It was a really funny sensation to be the one responsible for timing the come. Funny but nice.
She was going to make the best of it, too. She lifted her cunt off of his aching dork inch by inch, while he gritted his teeth. Having her move her cunt off of his cock was like that as like having someone draw his fingernails across a blackboard.
Carol knew that she was driving the big black mail clerk mad, and she knew that he was enjoying it every bit as much as she was. She paused for a moment with just the head of his cock inside her twat. Then she started to slide back on down again, very, very slowly.
"Faster baby ... just can't ... can't ... can't stand IT!"
The last word coincided with the first gush of his eager prick, as it sent a massive gob of sperm blasting into her frantic firebox.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted as he felt his balls unload. It felt like his whole body was going to pump itself inside out, and that was just exactly what he wanted, too-to give this hot broad everything he had and then more.
Carol's cunt was just a quivering, palpitating mass of female juiciness. She was sure that it was going to dissolve, it felt so hot and sweet and sticky. And that hard male prong that was shoving apart her soft malleable cunt-walls was still shooting away inside her.
Cock-in-cunt! Cock-in-cunt! Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!
"Whewwwwww," she sighed as the last spasm left her superheated pussy. She wanted to ease her twat off of his cock so as to give it a rest from sensation, but it felt too tender to be able to stand the friction of being slid over his rod, which was still just as hard as it ever was. So, she just sat there while he continued to fondle her tits.
At last, she was able to get off of him.
"Wow, don't you ever go soft?" she asked.
"Not when there's cunt like you've got to offer waiting for me."
"You want to fuck again?" She didn't have any objections.
"Hell, I'm on my lunch hour now. I'm not in any hurry. So unless you want to get back to work, why don't we draw things out a bit."
"Fine by me," she said. "What would you like next?"
"You know something," he said, "I've never seen a chick beat herself off. I mean, chicks do beat themselves off, don't they?"
"Not when there's cock like yours available."
"Okay, but like when there isn't."
"Oh, yeah, sure," she said. "I think I started masturbating when I was thirteen."
"Well, now," Roger said, "that's something I've never seen. So how about giving me a demonstration."
"Okay," she said. She thought the idea sounded like it might be fun. And she suspected that watching her beat herself off would be enough to get his dick really good and frantic for their next fuck. It looked pretty hard anyway, but she was sure that it would get even harder.
"Do you need any props?" he asked. "I mean, like a soda bottle or anything?"
"Sometimes I use something like that, sometimes I just use my fingers."
There was a sink in one corner of the mailroom, and an empty soda bottle sitting on the floor next to it. He rinsed the bottle under the faucet and handed it to her. He figured it would be more of a turn-on to watch her stick something like that up her cunt than just see her use her finger. Carol guessed as much, and that was why she took the bottle. She lay back on the mailsack with her legs spread, and Jackson positioned himself so that his face was only about a foot away from her pussy. He didn't want to miss any of the action.
She slid the end of the empty bottle back and forth across her cunt lips, pressing the hard glass against her soft female flesh. She gave a little shudder of pleasure.
Maybe I should use something like this more often, she thought. There was something about the absolutely unyielding quality of the bottle that really got to her. It was as if the thing was a super prick.
She pulled the mouth of the bottle away from her cunt for a moment and sucked the lubricant off of it. Then she went back to work. She noticed how Jackson licked his lips as he saw her suck the glistening pussy juice off of the bottle, and she decided to give him some too. She held the bottle out to him, and he licked the female fuck-fluid off of it.
After a second more of the rubbing the neck of the bottle against her cuntlips, she slid it up into her body. Because the neck of the bottle sloped, the further she shoved it into her the more the entrance to her twat was pushed apart.
Jackson was breathing in short, sharp gasps now as he watched what was going on. Seeing how that bottle was sliding up and down inside her twat was really getting to him.
Even though the bottle was fun, Carol didn't want to do without her fingers. The Irish girl knew just how experienced they were in getting her pussy wound up. So, as one hand manipulated the bottle, sliding it back and forth inside her, the other was playing with her cuntlips, pulling and pinching them. Her hips shuddered with excitement every time the bottle went sliding deep into her or every time she gave a nice little tug on her steamy labia.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" she sighed. Her back arched with excitement, and her eyes were already sort of glazed. She knew it wasn't going to be long before all this pent up come-need burst loose all at once.
Jackson longed to kiss her nipples or put his hand on her cunt. But this was her show, and he wasn't going to muscle in on it. Besides, he was really curious to watch a woman climax without being too busy coming himself to notice what was going on.
"Oh ... gonna ... gotta ... oh! oh! OHHH!"
She shoved the bottle way, way in so that the entrance to her cunt was really spread wide and the head of the bottle was actually pressing against the entrance to her womb. She hung on the brink of her orgasm for a split second, and then over she went, her hips tossing and heaving as shock-wave after shock wave of ecstasy blasted into her.
Jackson had his face about a foot from her twat and saw how her hips shook. He heard her gasp and groan with the force of her come, and for a moment he thought that he was going to start coming himself, even though he'd managed to keep his hands off of his aching prick.
"Shit! Fuck! Piss! Fuck!" she half sobbed in time to her pelvic thrusts. And then it was over, and she lay there on the mailsack, the soda bottle still in her twat. She took her hand off of it, and the way it stuck out of her really turned Jackson on. It must be so strange to be a woman and have a hole like that, he thought.
"Permit me," he said with a grin and pulled the bottle out of her cunt. The neck of it was glistening with cunt-juice, and he licked it clean. Just watching her beat herself off had gotten his cock feeling like it was going to burst, and tasting her pussy-juice was almost more than he could stand. He longed to stick his prick into her and start bucking away, but he figured that she might want to get her breath back first.
What he didn't know was that she was such a multi-orgasmic, horny female that even though she was pretty tired out, she wanted nothing better than to have that prong of his up her twat. She could worry about getting her breath back later. That long, hard black cock was just too good to wait for.
"Looks like you've got something just as hard as that bottle," she said to him with a smile. "How about letting me do some comparison shopping?"
That was all the invitation he needed. He picked her up in his arms, saying as he did so, "you look pretty tuckered out. This time I'll do the work."
He was very strong, and he held her in his arms so that her body was pressed against his while he stood against a wall. She clung onto him with her arms around his neck and her legs crossed over his buttocks. That took some of the strain off of him, but she figured it still had to be pretty hard work for him to hold her in his arms like that. She was impressed with how strong and virile he was.
He lowered her twat over his rigid dick, until the whole length of his organ was inside her steamy pussy. Then, he jiggled her up and down over it, slowly at first, then faster and faster. His arms were aching, but he didn't give a fuck about that, not with the way his cock felt so fine from the tight twat it was getting, and the pride he felt at being strong enough to manage this kind of position.
As for Carol, she felt very passive and female being held in a strong man's arms like this. Earlier, she had enjoyed the feeling of playing the dominating, aggressive role in sex. She just had to admit to herself that she liked fucking in pretty much any form it happened to come in.
They were both getting wound up to beat hell, and she clutched her arms tighter and tighter around his neck as she felt how her cunt slid up and down over his prick.
His arms were really aching now, but he knew he would have her off in just another second or two. He felt his cock go kind of numb, and then it was blazing from end to end with sensation as it pulsed and throbbed in the throes of its come, shooting the spunk that he had left in his balls up into her pussy, which clutched frantically at his hard male rod in time to his penile vibrations.
Come! Come! Come! They couldn't breathe, they couldn't think, all that they could do was just come and come ...
Finally they were finished, and he eased her body off of his prick. Normally he liked to wait for a while after each fuck, enjoying the feeling of the twat around his spent cock. But his arms were too tired to allow that this time. It didn't matter. Both of them knew that it had been a really good come.
"Gee," Carol said, "I guess I'd better get back to my desk. I wouldn't want people to wonder where I am."
"Just say you're in the mail room."
"You mean the male room," she replied with a grin. In fact, she didn't give much of a fuck what people thought. The sex she had just had was so fine that she didn't want to think of anything except how nice it had been. She was surprised to see how much less ashamed of her adultery she felt now than she had the first time. There was a time when she thought that a good definition of a slut was a woman who didn't feel any shame. Now she didn't care if she was a slut or not-not as long as she could keep on getting some of that hard, black prick that Jackson was stuffing back into his pants.
"Hell," he said, "we get on so well together I wonder how come there's ever any trouble between the races."
"Me too. Of course, things have been pretty quiet in the schools so far. I hope they stay that way."
"You got a kid there?" he asked.
"A daughter, Suzy."
"Oh, yeah. I've got a daughter there too. Girl named Samantha. You'll have to ask Suzy if she's met her yet."
At that moment, Suzy's mouth was glued to Samantha's hot little cunt and she couldn't say a thing.
CHAPTER FOUR
O'Brian's cock was stiff as he drove over the Fort Point Channel, and his heart was racing. He was going to try something that would either be the most fun he'd ever had, or a real disaster. Either way, he had to go through with it.
He was going home early from the firehouse to try and fuck his daughter. He had told his sergeant that he wasn't feeling well, and since he hadn't put in any sick time that year, the sergeant didn't hassle him. O'Brian wanted to get home about the same time that his daughter got back from school. He figured that actually seducing her might take a while, and he wanted to have plenty of time in hand before Carol came home from work. The last thing in the world he would want to happen would be for his wife to breeze in on him while he was fucking their daughter.
Carol's a good woman, but pretty conservative sexually, lie thought. Would she ever hit the ceiling!
Conservative Carol was getting her cunt banged by the big black mail-room clerk where she worked, but O'Brian had no way of knowing that.
Having his wife walk in on him while he was fucking with Suzy was only one problem that he had to worry about. After all, there was the whole business of seducing Suzy in the first place. Would she be ready and eager? At twelve he figured that she must have gotten pretty curious about sex. But there was always the possibility that she would be really turned off by his advances. She might scream. She might snitch to her mother.
O'Brian broke out in a cold sweat as he cruised along past the Marine Terminal. The fear he felt didn't make his prick any less hard, though. He knew he had to go through with his idea no matter what. In fact, the element of danger made it even more exciting.
When he opened the front door, he heard the sound of giggling coming from upstairs.
Fuck, Samantha's with her, he thought. That really threw a monkey wrench in his plans, or at least it did unless he could get rid of his daughter's friend pretty quickly.
There were gasps and moans mixed in with the giggling, and he heard the squeaking of bedsprings.
What the fuck ... ? he thought. He took off his shoes and tiptoed up the stairs. He wondered what it was that the girls were up to.
When he looked in through the partially open door of Suzy's bedroom he got the surprise of his life. The two girls were as naked as jays, and they were obviously making love. They were sort of wrestling, but in between holds they were kissing, and he noticed that a lot of the holds featured the crotch.
My own daughter's a lesbian! he thought, stunned.
Stunned but excited. The anger that he started to feel disappeared. There was no room for it in O'Brian. His whole body was filled with white-hot sexual excitement. He pulled his zipper down as quietly as he could. His cock just couldn't stand to be cramped in his pants any longer. When he got it clear of his clothing it got bigger than ever before. He placed his fingers around it and gave a squeeze. It was like squeezing a wooden broom handle. There was no give in his cock whatever.
Man! he thought, what a sight!
The two twelve-year-old girls rolled over and over, the brown of Samantha's skin contrasting with Suzy's pinky white. Peering through the door, he drank in every detail. He noticed how little pubic hair Suzy had-though it wasn't too easy to see that, since Samantha spent so much time with her hand on Suzy's crotch. He saw that Suzy's little titties were at about the same stage of development as Samantha's. He'd seen the black girl naked before, but it was a cock-busting turn-on to be able to compare her directly like this with his own hot little daughter.
Finally the wrestling match ended like the girls planned. Each one of them had her face right next to the other's crotch, and they started to lick.
O'Brian's cock was just begging, pleading for some action. He was going out of his mind keeping his hand away from the stiff, throbbing thing. But he knew he had better not waste a shot, since he had two hot little girls to satisfy.
Samantha and Suzy breathed deeply through their nostrils, inhaling as much of each other's pussy-smell as they possibly could. O'Brian didn't know anything about girl/girl love, and it fascinated him to see that women were as turned on by cunt-smell as men were. Well, he figured, it stood to reason, since it was just about the nicest smell in the whole world.
The two little tongues darted back and forth across the wet little twats. As Suzy licked at Samantha's pussy, she kept pulling back the girl's cuntlips to expose the inside of her twat. She really dug the contrast between the brown labia and the pinkish lining of the vagina.
Come, you little bitches, come, O'Brian thought. He couldn't stand to keep his hand away from his cock for very much longer. Already the goddamn thing was throbbing like a toothache.
Flick! Flick! Flick! Samantha's tongue darted across Suzy's clit, and the white girl's pussy exploded in a wild series of orgasmic shudders. She pressed her lips against her black playmate's fun-button, and the two young girls were coming at once, and coming really hard!
For a moment, O'Brian nearly grabbed his prick. He was so worked up by the sight of his daughter and her little black friend making love together that he would have come the instant he touched it. He managed to stop himself when his hand was only an inch away from his quivering rod, though.
"Mmmm, so fine," Suzy murmured as she lifted her face away from Samantha's pussy. Her father could see the pussy-juice glistening on her lips.
"Yeah, you taste pretty good yourself," Samantha said. "In fact, there aren't too many things much better than having your twat licked or licking a friend's."
"Only one thing better," Suzy said.
"Yeah. A man." Both girls realized that their orientation was basically towards males, and that the girl/girl stuff was just a pleasant sidebar.
"Nothing beats cock," Suzy agreed. O'Brian really pricked up his ears at that. It was obvious that his daughter was a lot less pure and innocent than he had imagined.
One thing about O'Brian, though, and that was that he wasn't a hypocrite. If he'd learned a week ago that his daughter had had sex with a man, he would have been ready to kill both him and her. But since he had come home early with the express purpose of seducing his daughter, he knew he didn't have a right to play the strict father.
"Wish we had a man here," Samantha said.
"So do I."
"Your wish is granted," O'Brian said with a smile as he walked into the room.
The girls were startled at first, but the smile on O'Brian's face and the fact that his cock was out in the open and ready for action could only mean one thing-he wanted a piece of the action.
They were ready to give it to him. Both of them still felt hot for cock, even though they'd had a nice come. Being tongued was fine, they figured, but it wasn't a patch on having a hunk of good hard man in their twats.
Suzy was particularly anxious to find out what it would be like to get fucked by a full grown male. The only cock she'd had so far was Alex's. Alex's cock was nice, but she wondered if a grown man wouldn't be even better. And she'd always thought her father was sexy.
"Who wants to go first?" he asked with a grin.
"Why not start with Suzy," Samantha said. She'd already had plenty of fucking with O'Brian, and she could tell from the look on her friend's face just how eager Suzy was to get her Daddy's prick up her slot.
O'Brian told his daughter to get on her hands and knees, and he positioned himself behind her with, his cock-tip resting against the entrance to her pussy. Then he shoved on in with one good, solid push. Suzy gave a squeal of delight as she felt how his male prong forced apart the walls of her cunt. He was a lot thicker in the prick department than Alex was.
Dog-style fucking was something that O'Brian always enjoyed. He particularly liked the way in which the girl's tits hung away from her body. Because Suzy's tits weren't very big, they didn't hang very far, but there was still enough for him to fondle and press up against her chest.
"Ooooh, Daddy," she gasped as she felt his fingers work her breasts over.
"You haven't felt anything yet," he said, and started to slide his big thick cock back and forth inside her tender little pussy, while she trembled with excitement. Samantha licked her lips. Honky or not, O'Brian sure knew how to fuck. She could hardly wait until he had finished fucking his daughter so that he could pay her some attention with that prick of his.
In! Out! In! Out! O'Brian's cock bucked faster and faster as he pounded away inside her. He felt her little body shudder with the impact every time he drove his tool home. And he knew that she was really loving it. He knew from the little gasps of pleasure that he was giving her and from the way her pussy was so wet.
His balls were aching with come need. His whole body was pulled up tight like a violin string. He was really going to unload into her, and he was going to do it very soon.
"Oh! Daddy! Daddy!" the little girl gasped as her cunt got hotter and hotter. She knew that he would have her coming in just a second, but she wasn't sure she could stand to wait for as long as a second.
Suddenly, his prick started to spew. Spew. That was the only word for it. There was just no end to the flood of mancream that came gushing out the end of O'Brian's supercharged dork. Suzy felt it splatter against the entrance to her womb, gob after gob of the stuff. Her cunt clutched desperately at the spasming male tool. She didn't want her father to ever take his prick out of her. Not ever.
All good things end sometimes, though, and after a last pulsation his cock was through. He rested for a while with it inside her. Her cunt was so tight and delicious. Normally he preferred his females black, but he was willing to make an exception for his daughter.
Speaking of black females, Samantha was so wound up that she could hardly hold still. In fact, she was actually bouncing up and down on the mattress, she was so hot to trot.
He knew that he wouldn't have any trouble getting a second shot off. He never did. But he also knew that he wanted to see a bit more lesbian action between the two girls, too.
"Do you want my cock now, or would you like to let me rest up a bit so that you get a really super-special fuck?"
"You don't need to rest," Samantha said without thinking. Then she realized she'd let the cat out of the bag.
"Yeah," she said to Suzy, "your old man and I have had some fun together."
Suzy felt jealous for a moment, but she was too good-hearted a girl to bear a grudge for more than a second or two.
"What he just wants is to see us with each other some more," Suzy said. It was obvious to O'Brian that his daughter was a pretty perceptive girl.
"Let's play with each other's tits while he watches," Samantha said. She put her hands out and started to fondle her playmate's budding pair. Suzy replied by trailing the tips of her fingers slowly over the smooth brown surface of Samantha's breasts. She moved the fingertips in a circular motion, bringing them closer and closer to the even darker-colored nipples. These were so eager to be touched that they were already swollen and excited.
Suzy knew something about the value of teasing. She brought her fingertips closer and closer, until they were running along the very outside edge of Samantha's breast-nubs. Then, just when Samantha thought that her nipples were about to get some of the action that they were screaming for, Suzy sent her fingers circling away from them again.
Samantha "retaliated" by licking Suzy's breasts everywhere except on the nipples. Both girls were breathing really heavily. It was obvious to O'Brian that they both had very sensitive tits.
Both girls were wound up tight as hell, and he wondered if they would actually be able to make each other come just by fondling their tits. He didn't want to make his cock wait long enough to find out, though. He knew from past experience just how fine Samantha's cunt was, and he wanted to get his rod inside it.
"Okay," he said, "I get the idea. Now Samantha, lie back on the bed."
"But Daddy," Suzy said, "I'm all hot again."
"Lie down next to her."
The two girls lay down side by side with their slender thighs open and their dainty little twelve-year-old twats exposed. He really felt like he was king of the universe having two hot little twats waiting there for him to satisfy them.
They couldn't both have his cock at once, of course, and it was Samantha's turn to get it. But he figured he would still be able to give his daughter some fun.
O'Brian climbed on top of Samantha and stuck his prick into her. The little black girl gave a gasp of pleasure as his hard, thick dork filled up her girlish "inner space". Then he started to lay his strokes into her, bucking away like mad. Meanwhile, he had his right hand on Suzy's twat, and was feeling her cuntlips while he pistoned his daughter's playmate with his big cock.
Both girls were gasping and squealing and wriggling with pleasure as he wound them up more and more. As for him, all O'Brian knew was that his cock was the most important thing in the world right then, and what it needed was satisfaction with a capital "S".
That wasn't hard to get from a responsive little girl like Samantha. Despite his weight pressing down on her, she sort of jiggled her hips in time to his thrusts, and he felt her cunt contract around his prick each time that he buried it in her.
He had his fingers up Suzy's twat now, and was sliding them in and out of her like a strange-shaped prick, sliding them in and out with the same rhythm his cock had as it plunged into Samantha's hot little love-box again and again.
His cock was hanging fire now ... it was right on the edge ...
Buck! Buck! Buck!
He felt Samantha's body tremble under him, and she let out a little half-shriek as the come hit her. He rammed his cock home the rest of the way, and it started to spew before he even had it all the way up to the hilt. Meanwhile, his thumb pressed against the clit of his hot little daughter, and the three of them came at once, trembling and gasping and groaning, one man and two little girls!
"OHHHHHHHH SHIT! FUCK! SHIT!" he grunted as the orgasm ripped through him. His cock gave a final quiver and sent a last drop of sperm into Samantha's cunt, Suzy's hips had stopped bucking and heaving. It was over.
This time, both O'Brian and Samantha were sufficiently tired out that he drove straight across the causeway to the Fort Point Channel without turning off for some sex with the little girl among the abandoned warehouses. But Samantha was a girl whose motor really ran pretty fast, and it wasn't long after he dropped her off at her house that she started to wish that she had some good thick cock in her cunt.
"Samantha honey," her father said at supper, "I know you've got some new friends there in South Boston, but I think maybe you should start riding home on the bus." Roger Jackson smiled at his daughter. He might have said something stronger about the honkies, only dicking the Irish broad at work was mellowing him.
"Why, Dad?"
"Well, there's been a couple of incidents there, and I don't like the idea of you being on enemy turf." Rock throwing and adults scaring the shit out of the kids had been the extent of the trouble so far. But Jackson knew it could get a lot worse.
Shit, Samantha thought. She knew that her father was just concerned for her safety, but at the same time if he insisted that she come straight home on the school bus she wouldn't be able to do any more fucking with O'Brian, or have any more girlish fun with Suzy. Her cunt was way the fuck too hot for her to just put it on the back burner for a week or two until the school situation quieted down enough for her father to let her visit with Suzy. Of course, she could always have sex with some of the boys at school, but she didn't think that any of them would be able to satisfy her, now that she had tasted full-grown cock.
She moped around in front of the T.V. set, wondering what to do about the situation. She really liked her father, but she knew that once he got a bee in his bonnet there was just no getting rid of it.
Then an idea came to her. She thought of what a perfect setup Suzy had now that she had started to fuck with her old man. If she could arrange the same kind of thing with her Dad, waiting out the end of the agitation over busing might not be so bad.
The idea of seducing her father made Samantha kind of nervous-after all, what if her turned out to be really horrified-but that made it a challenge, too. And she didn't think it would necessarily be too difficult, either. The walls in her apartment weren't all that thick, and she sometimes heard her parents arguing. They were basically very fond of each other, but she got the impression for some of the things that she had overheard her mother say that her father had a kind of a hard time keeping his hands off of other women sometimes.
Her father had a hungry prick, and to make matters even easier for Samantha, the girl's mother was off visiting her sister in Pennsylvania. That meant that she could start fucking with him without anyone being around to walk in on them.
That night, she waited until he had gone to bed too before making her move. She felt her heart pound in her chest, but her pussy was wet too. She was scared,-but turned on. In ten minutes she was either going to be in more trouble with her father than she had ever thought possible, or she was going to have started a new chapter in her recently-begun sex life.
She pushed open the door of her father's bedroom.
"Daddy?" she whispered.
"That you, Samantha?" he said, quickly taking his hand away from his cock. He'd been thinking about now neat Carol O'Brian was at work, and wishing that either she or his wife was there in bed with him. He'd fucked Carol that afternoon, but that didn't mean that he didn't need some pussy now. He was the kind of guy who had a hard time getting by on anything less than two fuck-sessions each day, "Yeah, Daddy, it's me."
"Can't you sleep, honey?"
"No. It's about school."
"You been having trouble with those honkies at school?"
"Yeah, sometimes."
"What have they been doing?" he asked, anger in his voice. He was very protective with his daughter.
"Oh, calling me names and stuff," she said, sitting on the bed.
"What kind of names?"
"You know what kind," she said snuggling up against him as if wanting to be comforted. It was true that there had been some name calling at the school, but she'd just shrugged it off. This was an act to snuggle up to her father.
At first her father was too angry at the thought of his daughter being subjected to racist slurs to realize that he had a warm little female snuggled up to him, But his prick was already stiff and excited from the hand-job that he had started to give it, and pretty soon his strong male instincts-which were just as intense as O'Brian's-began to take over.
Samantha sensed this, and snuggled even closer. She kissed her father. It was a very daughterly kiss, but that made his cock stiffen up even more. He felt really nervous about the fact that his daughter was getting him turned on. He tried to push her away from him.
"Don't push me away, Daddy," she said plaintively. She touched his prick with her hand and then started to squeeze it.
"Hey now," he said suddenly, but he never finished the sentence. Roger Jackson was already wound up to beat hell, and having his daughter's hand on his cock was all that it took to smash the rest of his self-control. He lay back and let her feel him.
Samantha's clit throbbed with excitement. She knew that she had the battle just about won. She just had to be careful not to make him come before she got his cock inside her.
"Mmm, Daddy, make love to me," she purred.
"I can't. You're my daughter." His voice trembled as he said it, though. He was no more capable of turning down a chance for sex with his daughter than O'Brian had been. All she had to do was give his cock another squeeze, and she'd won. Samantha's father rolled on top of her and placed his cock between her thighs. Even though he was just about to burst he felt so horny, he shoved his cock forward carefully at first, since he didn't want to hurt her if her maidenhead was still intact.
When he found that it wasn't, he gave a thrust with his hips that filled the young girl with his hard eager meat. She gave a little groan of pleasure. She was proud and happy to learn that her father's cock was just as big and hard as O'Brian's.
Roger Jackson knew how to use his cock just as well, too. There was something really firm and manly, but also gentle about the way in which he heaved it back and forth inside her. Her hips responded, jiggling under him as he bucked his cock back and forth inside her.
"Wow Daddy, you fuck so fine," she said as each stroke pulled her labia across her throbbing clit. Her nipples were swollen up to about three times their normal size, and poked against her father's broad, strong chest as he rode her.
Man, is she nice, he thought as he slammed his cock back and forth inside her. He was way too turned on to worry at the moment about the fact that the young girl he was fucking at the moment happened to be his daughter. All that he could think of was how tight her cunt was, and how responsively her body moved under his.
In! Out! In! Out!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Samantha's mouth was hanging half open, and she breathed in deep gulps that came in time with her father's strokes. She was right on the edge of her come. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she was blasting away.
Jackson pulled his cock way, way back so that only the head of it was still sticking in her, and then he rammed it home all at once.
Wham! Wham! Wham! The come slammed into both of them like a boxer's fists hitting a punching bag. The two of them trembled and heaved together as Jackson's cock spewed its load into his daughter's superheated little pussy.
He pulled out and lay on his back next to her. Now that the come-need had drained out of him, he was able to think more "clearly about what he had just done, and he didn't feel particularly good about it.
"What are you thinking, Daddy?" Samantha asked. She had a pretty good idea.
"Why did you make me do what you did?" he asked her.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, Samantha. Why did you have to come in here when I was feeling all hot and bothered and get me to fuck you? Fuck my own child!"
"Cause I needed a fuck, Daddy," she said.
"At the age of twelve you needed a fuck?"
"Kids grow up fast nowadays."
He thought for a moment. Back when he was a teenager, the first girl he'd ever fucked couldn't have been more than about thirteen. Like O'Brian he was a basically fair-minded man. He had prejudices, but he wasn't a hypocrite.
"I guess you're right honey," he said.
Samantha knew that her daddy still felt bad about having fucked her, though, and unless she could do something to change his mind, there wasn't much chance of getting any sex from him in the future. She hadn't won the battle yet.
Samantha figured that action spoke louder than words, and she dived under the covers.
"Where are you going, honey?"
The answer he got was the pressure of her lips on his cock. All he could see of her was the mound that she was making under the blankets, but he could feel the way she was sucking on his cock.
One thing about his cock was that it didn't take much to get it excited. Even after the fuck he had had with his daughter, it was still half hard. It really took two comes in a row to get his battery fully discharged. The pressure of her lips on it was enough to get the tool to stiffen up right away.
Samantha giggled as she sucked and kissed on it. It was kind of neat to be down there in the dark, guiding herself by feel alone, with her father's strong, masculine legs on either side of her. She stroked his ball sack and then slid her lips over the end of the prick.
Why fight it? Jackson thought. It isn't my fault if I was born with a horny cock. He could also tell that his little girl had such an aptitude for sex that to expect her to remain in some kind of virginal purity would be silly.
He was tempted to throw back the covers so that she could breathe more easily, but then he guessed from the giggles that his daughter kind of liked her present situation.
She fondled his balls with her fingers while sliding her lips up and down the length of his shaft. Then she started to concentrate on sucking his cock right at the base of the head.
Oh, shit! Wow! Oh! he gasped. That was the most sensitive spot on his whole body, and the way she was pressing her lips against it was driving his cock straight up the wall.
Samantha pressed her mouth really hard against the cock while rubbing her fingers along the exposed length of it. He felt his prick go numb for an instant, and then it was shooting spunk into her like crazy. She felt it splatter into her mouth, gob after gob of it. She couldn't believe how much he still had left, despite the fact that this was his second shot.
When he finished pumping, she sloshed the sperm over his cock, then swallowed it. She figured that he was pretty played out at this moment, but she sure needed some more attention. Having his prick in her mouth had gotten her pussy wound up again, and she was. going to have to get it unwound before she would be able to get any sleep.
He lay on his back breathing heavily. She appeared from underneath blankets and scrambled up so that she was kneeling with her legs on either side of his face. That meant that her cunt was within easy reach of his tongue. The position was an invitation and he accepted it. That little twat of hers smelled so sweet that there was no way he could ignore it. His tongue went darting out and flicked against the delicate cuntlips.
"Lick me Daddy! Lick me!" she said.
He pulled his tongue back into his mouth and noticed that her twat tasted every bit as nice as it smelled. He sent the tongue slurping back for more of that pussy juice.
"Uh! Uh! Uhhh!" she grunted as she felt him work her cunt faster and faster with his tongue. Her hips jiggled and shook with excitement. She pressed her hands against her tits and squeezed them. The nipples were already good and hard, but they managed to get even harder.
Jackson sent his tongue slithering up into her pussy and then pulled it out again quickly, carrying plenty of pussy-juice into his mouth. He used the tongue-tip to pull at the entrance to her twat, and then he sent it slithering towards her throbbing clit, while the girl gasped and panted with come-need.
"Lick my clit, Daddy!" she groaned. "Lick it! Lick it now!"
He did just that, pressing the tip of his tongue hard against her come button. Her hips jerked forward as the first shock wave of her orgasm plowed into her. He pressed his lips against her labia and rode with the punch as her hips quivered and shook.
"Daddy! You've made me come! You've made me COME!"
She panted for breath as he kept on licking at her twat. Finally she eased herself off of him and snuggled into the bed beside him to spend the night.
"Honey," he said, "have they really been calling you names at school?"
"Sure Daddy," she said, "but you know how white folks are. I don't pay any attention to it."
"Just you be careful, honey," he went on. "Things are getting kind of ugly."
Things were about to get a lot uglier at the school, and all because of a certain Amanda Brown's hot little twat.
CHAPTER FIVE
Amanda Brown was twelve, the same age as Samantha and Suzy. She gave every sign that one day she was going to be a really hot little piece of action. She also already gave signs of being a bitch.
Her main feature was that she felt jealous of anyone who did something that she hadn't done yet, and tried to copy them. If she couldn't have her way she made as much trouble for everyone as she possibly could.
All the girls talked about sex in the locker room. And the younger the girls, the more they boasted about how much sexual experience they had had. In most cases, the experience was at least half made up, but with Samantha and Suzy it was genuine.
Amanda, who was from South Boston like Suzy was, immediately started to feel envious.
Suzy and Samantha didn't tell the other girls that they fucked with their own fathers. But they did let out that they had plenty of sex, and there was something convincingly confident about the way they said it.
Amanda decided to get to the bottom of things. Her cunt had been really hot for action for the past several months, but she hadn't had any sex yet. That was partly because the older boys didn't pay much attention to the girls in the seventh grade, and most of the seventh-grade boys were still more interested in things like model airplanes, than they were in girl's cunts. It was also because Amanda was a kind of a bitch.
One day she went up to Suzy and said to her, "You know something, Suzy O'Brian, I don't believe a word of all that bullshit of yours."
"What bullshit?"
"About the boys you've fucked with."
Suzy shrugged her shoulders. She knew that she had had sex with a boy at school, and if some dumb chick like Amanda wasn't going to believe her, she wasn't going to lose any sleep over the fact.
"See, you don't even answer me," Amanda sneered. "That's because you can't name one boy you've fucked with."
"How about Alex Dobbs?" Suzy said coolly. She noticed the look of shock on Amanda's face. Alex was black. He was the black boy who she'd been blowing when Miss Perkins walked in on them. Amanda was from South Boston, and had all the usual South Boston feeling about blacks.
Well, Suzy didn't give a shit about what Amanda thought. She'd met too many nice black kids at school to worry about a lot of dumb prejudices.
Amanda's first impulse was to tell everyone what she had found out. She could imagine just how horrified all of Suzy's white friends would be to learn that she had been fucking with a black.
The trouble was that if she did that, she would be corroborating Suzy's claim to have actually fucked a boy. The other white girls would be shocked, but they might be impressed too.
Amanda was impressed. She knew what Alex Dobbs looked like. He was a tall, lithe guy, with deep brown skin. The more Amanda thought about Suzy fucking with him, the more she thought that maybe Suzy was on to a good thing.
So she would take him away from her. That way she would have him to herself, and that dumb little bitch Suzy wouldn't have anything. That was the way in which Amanda's mind worked.
She started paying a lot of attention to Alex, and he felt that she might be worth fucking. He hadn't gotten much action at all out of Suzy since she started fucking with her father, though he didn't know that that was the reason. Amanda wasn't exactly the kind of girl he went for, but she had to biggest tits of any of the girls in the class.
One day he ran across her in an empty corridor. "Come on in here," he said to her, indicating an empty classroom. He had had bad luck with an empty classroom before, but nothing had happened to him, and his cock needed some action.
Amanda did, and he immediately took her in his arms and started to kiss her.
The girl felt her twelve-year-old clit stiffen up at once. She had a lot of prejudices against blacks, but they turned her on too.
Alex hadn't had a good fuck for a week, and he reached his hand eagerly up her skirt. He pressed his fingers against her twat. She shuddered with pleasure.
Hell, she's no fox, but I guess she'll do, Alex thought as he pulled the girl's panties away from her steamy twat. He was able to press his fingers right against the delicate cuntskin now, without any layer of damp nylon in the way. Amanda was hardly able to breathe, she felt so excited.
Alex felt her hand grab at his crotch.
God damn is she lit up, he thought.
Amanda had been wanting to have sex ever since she had turned into a woman at the age of eleven years and four months. This was her chance and she sure as shit was going to make the most of it. She wasn't interested in playing any passive role. She wanted to get her share of the action.
She forced down the zipper of Alex's pants, and then she grabbed at his cock through his underpants.
He was getting horny as she was. He pressed one hand against her right tit while continuing to feel up her cunt.
"Shit, girl, let's get down to action," he said.
That was fine with her. He forced her back against the teacher's desk, so that her ass was resting on it but her feet were on the floor. That meant that her cunt was right at the level of his crotch. He pulled his underpants down so that his cock could bob out into the open. He had her skirt up around her waist and he had already taken her panties off, so that there was nothing to prevent him shoving his tool into her steamy box. He unfastened her blouse and got the bra off. Those tits sure looked appetizing to him as they pouted on her chest. He took the nipples between his fingers and started to pull on them. Amanda had big nipples, just like she had big tits. But they sure got a lot bigger as he worked at them with his fingers. Soon each little pink nub had turned into a hard mound on the end of each breast.
He took his prick in his hand and bent it down to the horizontal. Then he stuck the end of it into Amanda's cunt.
She closed her eyes and waited for him to stuff her full of hard prick. She didn't have long to wait. He gave a shove with his hips that sent his cock plowing into her. For a moment she thought she was going to come right then and there, it felt so good to have a cock inside her.
He shoved his rod back and forth inside her, his balls pressing against her outer cuntlips every time he drove his tool home.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"You like it, baby?"
"You're so fucking hard! Let me have that big prick of yours!"
He let her have every inch, and it was so long that when he had it buried up to the hilt the tip of it actually touched the entrance to her womb. He was long and lean, with the kind of build that suggested that he might be a good basketball player one day, and his cock was every bit as long and lean as the rest of him. In fact, his cock was lot bigger than that of most grown men.
Amanda loved every inch of it, and she kept gasping and groaning for more. Her whole body was trembling with come-need. He had already gotten her right on the edge of her blast off.
He felt her pussy clutch violently at his cock while she let out a sort of half scream. She was coming, and coming like mad, her twat almost literally erupting around his cock, and he responded by shooting his load up into her in great pulsing heaves.
Pump! Pump! Pump! His dork really had a load to get rid of, and she couldn't believe how long it kept shooting and shooting for. She didn't think he'd ever stop coming inside her, and she didn't want him to ever stop, either.
He pulled out and said to her, "satisfied?"
"Oh, wow, yeah," she said. "How long do I have to wait before I can get some more action like that?"
"You don't have to wait at all," he said. "Just put your mouth on my prong, and you'll find out what kind of a second shot I have for girls who know how to suck. You do know how to SUCK, I suppose."
Amanda had never sucked prick in her life, but she figured it was something she'd be able to learn pretty quickly. And the sight of his cock hanging there half-hard in front of her really turned her on. She had been waiting for some cock for about a year now. Just one dose wasn't anything like enough to take the edge off of her craving for it.
She knelt at his feet and slipped her mouth over the tool. As soon as Alex's prick felt the pressure of a pair of girl's lips on it, it responded at once. Amanda thrilled to the feeling of the black boy's cock getting thicker and harder and longer as she sucked on it. It wasn't more than a minute before it was back at its old state.
She slipped her lips up and down the length of it. Her clit was throbbing with excitement again, and she could feel the pussy-fluid ooze out of her twat. Her right hand went down between her legs and she started to feel up her pussy while sucking away on his prick.
Alex leaned back against the desk and enjoyed the pressure of her lips on his prong.
He felt his muscles tense all along his legs and in his back. He didn't much like this chick Amanda, but he had to admit that she had a way of cocksucking.
Amanda pressed her tongue against the head of his prick as it rested in her mouth, and then slid the tongue-tip down to the place where the knob ended.
That did it. She felt his cock quiver in her mouth, and then it started to shoot. First one warm gob of sperm splattered against the back of her mouth, and then another and another as he came good and hard. She kept right on sucking even as his cock kept shooting. Soon there was sperm under her tongue, sperm between her teeth and her cheeks, sperm dribbling down her throat. Sperm everywhere, and it kept right on coming. And this was his second shot!
When he stopped, she eased her mouth off the cock and swallowed the stuff. As she did so, she pressed her fingers against her supercharged clit. And her pussy immediately exploded in a series of great jarring shudders.
"Oh, wow," she said. "Can we do that some more some time?" she asked him.
"Anytime you want, baby," he said, sauntering out the door. "Anytime you want."
Amanda wanted it a lot, and Alex found himself spending more and more time fucking her. He wished that he liked the chick better as a person, but he had to admit to himself that she was a good fuck.
There was a black chick he really liked. He'd never tried anything with her because he really liked her, and he was afraid that if he made a move and she then turned him down, she wouldn't even her him be her friend any more.
He noticed after fucking with Amanda that Cindy, was kind of cool with him. It used to be she liked to talk with him whenever they passed in the hall, but now she just looked the other way.
"Hey, Cindy, I want to talk to you," he said.
"I haven't got time, Alex."
"Come on, Cindy, don't give me that jive," he said, "I just want to talk, uh?"
"Well, okay," she said, "but I haven't long, so you'd better make it snappy."
"That's what I want to talk to you about. The fact that you haven't got any time for me any more. It used to be you liked to talk to me, but now all I get from you is the cold shoulder treatment."
"Oh, yes?"
"Yeah, Cindy, you know that's so. What's the matter? Have I done something to get you mad at me? I'd like to know what it is anyway."
"Well," she said coldly, "if you want to know the truth, Mr. Dobbs, I haven't got much time for dudes who are only interested in honky chicks.
Lord almighty, the fox is jealous, he thought.
"C'mon Cindy, you know that's different."
"How come it's so different?"
"That's just for fun, that business with Amanda. I don't dig her. I think she's a bitch.
"You don't think you can have fun with a sister?"
"Baby, if you'll stop giving me the cold shoulder, we can have all the fun you want," he said to her, looking her straight in the eye.
Cindy wasn't a bitch. The cold sharp act was just that-an act she put on because she felt Alex had rejected her for someone else. When she saw he was serious, she warmed up at once.
"It's a deal," she said softly. Then she added, "when are you guys going to wake up to the fact that no matter how we act, all us girls like sex?"
They were in an empty classroom in no time. He pulled her panties off, and threw her skirt up around her waist. He really wanted this fox, and he was going to have her right away. He pulled down his zipper, and up popped his cock, hard and long and ready.
Cindy shivered with excitement and nervousness. She had never had sex before, and she'd been kind of strictly brought up. But she was crazy about Alex, and she knew that she would do anything rather than lose him. And once she got a look at that huge prick of his, she knew that she wanted it for its own sake.
Alex got her to bend over the desk, and then he reached forward and cupped her tits in his hands. The girl shivered with excitement as she felt how he rubbed the palms of his hands against her fast-swelling nipples. His other hand was on her twat, stroking and pulling at the cunt-lips while she gave little gasps of pleasure.
He positioned the tip of his cock against her labia and rubbed it back and forth. Ever since his first sexual experience with Suzy, he had learned a lot about sex, and he liked putting what he had learned to use.
Cindy could hardly wait to have his prick inside her. She wanted to call out, to tell him that she just had to have his cock, but she was too shy to do that, even though her cunt was going crazy for a taste of his male hardness. All she could do was wait while the pressure of his prick-tip on her pussy threatened to drive her straight out of her mind.
Alex was just about as hot as she was, and he didn't wait long before shoving his dork into her. Her cunt contracted excitedly around his thrusting prong as he buried it deep inside her. He paused for a second, enjoying the tight feel of her pussy around his prick.
"Al-lex ... " she pleaded. Alex could tell from her tone of voice just how badly she needed his cock, and he was way too nice a guy and way too fond of her to keep her waiting when she was really desperate. He started to slide his prick back and forth inside her cunt while her hips trembled in time to each of his powerful, pounding male thrusts.
Faster and faster he rammed his cock into her again and again, sliding the super-hard male organ back and forth on the thin film of pussy-juice that she was secreting.
"Ohhh! Harder! Harder!" she gasped. Her shyness and reserve were starting to collapse now that his cock was getting her pussy all wound up. She forgot all about the things her mother had told her concerning how a "nice girl" should behave. All she could remember was that her cunt felt good, and Alex's prick was making it feel better with every thrust.
In! Out! In! Out!
Almost there ... almost ... almost ...
Alex's balls hurt they were so anxious to unload his spunk into her. His cock felt like it would simply snap in two if it got any harder.
"Fuck, baby, you're so fine! So fucking fine!" he grunted as he shoved the last few strokes into her. He knew that the two of them would be coming in a second or two.
It was while he was pulling his prick back that he felt it start to come. He shoved it on home again just as the hard brown cock started to gush, shooting his load of sperm up into her in one great hiccoughing spasm after another.
It was the first time Cindy's cunt had ever felt a cock come inside it, and it responded like the end of the world. Alex felt how her tender cunt-walls clutched furiously around his prick, as if trying to squeeze every possible drop of sperm out of it.
Come! Come! Come! Come! The two of them were really letting go, really unwinding, their bodies shaking and quivering in perfect time to each other.
"Coming baby! I'm coming so fucking hard!" Cindy gasped as she felt the orgasm blast through her like a stick of dynamite. And his cock was just as hot and horny as her cunt!
He pulled his rod out of her, and took her in his arms. She huddled next to him, feeling very passive and female and happy. She had a reputation for being kind of a conservative chick, and he guessed that maybe she was kind of shook up by the fact that she had just been fucked for the first time. She was, but what she mostly felt was happiness. She'd been turned on by Alex since the beginning of school, and now at last she'd had his cock inside her. She didn't feel like there was much more she could ask for.
Alex still felt kind of horny, and he knew a way to make the fox feel really good. He knelt on the floor and placed his face right next to her box. She could feel his breath on her tender pussy-flesh. Inexperienced though she was she could guess what it was that he had in mind. She spread her legs slightly so that he could get his mouth on her twat.
He gazed hungrily at the soft brown cuntlips, which were glistening with female fluid. Then he pressed his tongue lightly against them. He felt her shiver with excitement, and the harder he pressed his tongue, the more she shivered.
"Oooh, Alex, that feels so good," she gasped.
He ran his tongue the length of her cuntlips, taking care not to touch her actual clit, since he knew that if he did that she would just start coming right away. He slipped his tongue on up into her steamy cunt. He pressed the tip of his tongue against her slick cunt-walls, enjoying the taste of he female fluid as he did so. She shuddered again. Her nipples were really screaming for attention, but he was too busy with her cunt to think of them. So Cindy decided to use her own fingers on them. She stroked and pulled at the hard little passion nubs, teasing them into a state of real frenzy. She squeezed the soft brown globes of her tits, too.
"Lick me Alex, baby! Lick me good!" she sighed as she felt how his tongue darted back and forth over her pussy skin. Her hips were quivering and undulating with excitement now as he used his tongue to get her more and more wound up. He knew that it wouldn't be long at all before he had her coming. His cock was swollen to full size, and he longed to touch it. He didn't though, since he didn't want to waste his second shot. He knew just exactly what he wanted to do with it.
Flick! Flick! Flick! His tongue danced faster and faster across her cunt. The girl was really writhing and wriggling now, hardly able to stand the fire that he had lighted between her legs.
He pressed his tongue hard against her cuntlips and started to move it slowly towards her pussy. She knew that he was heading for her clit, and she also knew that the moment he touched it she would be coming!
Closer and closer he came, his tongue tip making a little furrow in her delicate brown cuntlips. Then, he sloshed his tongue back and forth right on her throbbing fun-button.
"UHHHHH! I'm coming! I'm COMING! COMING! OHHHHHHH!" she groaned as the great shuddering spasms of her orgasm pulsed through her. His tongue kept right on licking at her even as her body shivered and heaved with the force of the mind-blowing, pussy-busting orgasm that was tearing through her.
He couldn't get enough of that cunt-juice in his mouth, and even though her pelvis was actually punching against his face, Alex preferred to keep his mouth right there in position close to the action.
"Can't stand it ... can't ... can't ... " Her voice trailed away to nothing as the force of her come finally left her. He gave her twat a final lick and then got to his feet.
Cindy was a very considerate girl, and as soon as she saw how stiff looking his prick was, she started worrying about how it felt.
"Alex, I've got to get that cock of yours off! Wow, does it look hard!"
"Now don't you worry about a thing, Cindy," Alex said. "Just you get your breath back and calm down, and then we can worry about doing something for this prick of mine."
Cindy didn't want to calm down until she had taken care of his frantic cock, though.
"Okay," Alex said. He laid her flat on her back on the floor, and got on top of her. He didn't want to have an ordinary fuck though. He wanted to try something different.
Cindy's tits were almost as big as Amanda's, which meant that for her age they were really pretty large. Alex was very turned on by tits, and there was an idea that he'd had for some time that he wanted to try out with a pair of them.
He placed a knee on either side of Cindy's chest and then laid his cock between her big tits. He pressed the tits together, squeezing the cock between them.
"Okay, honey," he said to the girl, "I've usually got some spunk left on my second shot, so if you'd like to keep your mouth open, maybe I can shoot some of it into you."
Cindy opened her mouth eagerly. She couldn't imagine anything that she would rather have than some more of Alex's sperm in her mouth.
The young boy started to slide his prick back and forth between her breasts. They were so nice and soft he thought that they were just about as good for giving his cock a workout as her cunt was. The feeling of his hard penis between her tits was enough to drive Cindy clear out of her mind. She felt her nipples stiffen up more and more. Alex was holding her breasts in such a way that he could rub the palms of his hands across the swollen passion nubs.
"Oh, wow," Cindy gasped, "you're so hard, brother!"
He was hard when he started, and he was getting even harder with just about every second that went by as he laid his prick faster and faster between her soft brown tits. Her head tossed from side to side with excitement as she felt him work himself up for a come. There wasn't any way that he could get to her twat to do anything nice to it, but she had her own hands there and was squeezing her cuntlips together and flicking them between her fingers.
Alex felt himself hanging right on the edge of his come. He knew that he would be shooting any minute. He'd promised that he was going to get the sperm in her mouth, and he was determined that that was just what he was going to do, too.
As he gave one last thrust, his cock started to quiver and fire, and he pointed it towards her mouth. At first he didn't have the elevation quite right, and the first gob of sperm landed on her nose. He was able to correct that, and the rest went in her mouth.
The instant her tits felt his-cock quivering between them, she pressed her fingers right against her clit. That was all her overwrought pussy needed. Her cunt burst with a thermonuclear blast of pure female fuck energy. Even as she felt his sperm landing on her face and in her mouth he felt her body writhe and wriggle under him as she came, and came, and came ...
It was a really great go for both of them, and in the days that followed, Alex "would have been willing to limit himself sexually to Cindy. But Amanda kept offering her cunt to him, and he couldn't help feeling that after all, cunt was cunt.
A couple of weeks later, Cindy said to him, "you know, Alex, I don't want you to think of me as some kind of super-possessive fox who doesn't want her man to have any freedom or anything. But I don't really like the way you run around after other chick's cunts when all you have to do is whistle and you can have mine."
"I don't run around after other chick's cunt, they run around after me!" he said.
"I know, Alex, but I wish you'd say no."
He had to admit to himself that Cindy had a point. The next time Amanda suggested that they go off and fuck, he was right at the point of telling her that they were through when he said to himself, shit, if this is the end, I might as well get one more bang out of it. She sure as hell isn't going to let me in that cunt of hers any more once I tell her that it's all over between us!
"Okay, honey," Alex said, "how about you and me trying out something different?" He'd gotten a book on sex positions from the public library and he'd been studying it. He figured that he might as well find out with Amanda if it was any good or not. Then he'd know whether or not to use it with Cindy.
Amanda didn't have any objections to their using a new position. She wanted to learn as much about sex as she possibly could. Alex sat down in a chair and held his prick straight up.
"You want me to sit down on your prick?" she asked.
"That's right, baby," he said.
The chair didn't have any arms, and Amanda was able to place a leg on either side of it. Then she lowered her cunt down over his tool, giving a little sigh as she impaled herself on the hard male prong.
She sat on his lap for a moment.
"Okay," he said, "now work your pussy up and down over my cock, and I think that we'll be able to have a good time together!"
She unbent her knees, lifting her twat up from his prick. Then she slid back on down again. The position was kind of awkward at first, but soon she got the hang of it and was doing it with a nice, steady motion.
Up and down she went, up and down, moving faster and faster as the presence of his hard cock inside her got her more and more horny. Her pussy was awash with cunt-juice. It even made a little squishing noise every time she moved.
For both of them the biggest plus with the position was the way in which Alex didn't have any trouble getting to her tits. They were right in front of him, and he cupped them in his fingers, using his thumb to rub the nipples into a state of really frantic hardness.
"Fine baby, really fine," he gasped as he felt her cunt get his prick more and more turned on. She had him right on the edge of his come already. Right on the fucking edge ...
She paused a moment with just the head of his cock inside her, and then she slid quickly down again. She felt her body shudder with the force of her come as it slammed into her, and even as it kept on sliding down her pussy contracted rapidly around his spasming prick.
Even though it was his second shot, Alex's prick was shooting away like he hadn't had a come with the thing in the last ten months. She felt the boycream splatter up against the entrance to her womb like machine-gun bullets slamming into a wall.
She rested on his lap for a while, his cock still inside her. When she pulled off at last, he was already horny for his second shot. He told her to get on her hands and knees, and then he shoved his cock into her tight little asshole while she gave a groan of pleasure. His cock, which was good and slick from her cunt juice, moved easily back and forth. He felt his muscles tense as he got ready to fire. He had his hands on her tits and was feeling them up like mad, driving the nipples crazy with constant pinching and tweaking and kneading the smooth white globes between his long, brown fingers.
"Harder! Harder! Harder!" she gasped in time to his strokes. He slid his free hand down her belly and cupped her crotch. Even as his prick slammed back and forth inside her asshole, his fingers were working their way up her pussy. Every now and then he took his fingers out of her cunt and sucked the cunt-juice off of them before putting them back to work.
Cunt, ass, tits! She was getting it everywhere at once, and she was loving every bit of it. She was panting and puffing like a locomotive as he drove her wilder and wilder with his nimble hands and his hard driving cock.
Then he was coming, shooting his load into her, and all he had to do with his fingers was press them against her clit to have her coming too.
"Uhhhhhf. Oh Wow-ow-OWWWWW!" she groaned as the orgasm surged through her frantic female body and as his cock continued to tremble in the confines of her tight ass.
When they were done, Alex realized that he had to level with her. He told her how he really enjoyed fucking with her, but there was another chick who suited him better. He thought maybe he would be better off with a black chick ...
Amanda started to plead with him, but it didn't take her long to see that his mind was made up, and that he had rejected her for a black girl. She set her mouth very hard. Alex saw that and couldn't help feeling that that meant trouble.
He was right. That night Amanda went to her father in tears." When he asked her what was wrong, she said, "one of the black boys at school told me he wanted ... wanted to have SEX with me!"
CHAPTER SIX
Amanda's father hit the ceiling. He kept pressing his daughter for details, and she kept inventing more and more. Amanda certainly didn't want to tell him that she had gone and gotten some black cock of her own free will. Instead, she made up stories of black guys fingering her in the hallway, pinching her ass, and suggesting to her that they could give her a good time with their pricks. None of this was true, but Amanda was a good little actress, and the way in which she hesitated to say "his thing" soon had her father convinced that his daughter was a pure little flower about to be trampled on by lustful black teenagers. And that was something that he wasn't about to take lying down.
"Someone's going to pay for this, even if the whole city gets burned down," he said to his wife.
Tension had been building since the first day of school, and he knew that if he tried hard enough, he might get the city burned down. After what his daughter had told him, he didn't think that would necessarily be such a bad idea.
He kept asking his daughter for the names of some of the boys who had approached her. But Amanda was afraid that the truth would come out if Alex was questioned by anyone, so she just said, "I don't know what their names are. You know how they all look alike."
That fitted her father's views on blacks, so he took-Amanda's word for it. Sitting down he wrote a steaming letter to both of the Boston papers, describing how the result of integration of the South Boston school was that little girls were being sexually molested by blacks.
The next morning when he realized that neither paper had run it, Damon Brown seethed. But he wasn't finished yet. He had a friend who would be able to help him, or so he hoped.
Patrick Sullivan was a city councilman from South Boston who had eyes on the Mayor's office. He had already gotten a name for himself as a real foe of busing. He was an old friend of Brown's from school days, and like a lot of machine-type politicians, he liked to keep in touch with old cronies from the neighborhood. Brown knew that he would be willing to see him.
He was, and Brown told him Amanda's story.
"Filthy! Disgusting!" Sullivan said. "They should all be shipped back to Africa!"
"Are you going to tell the public about it?" Brown asked.
"You'd better believe that I am," Sullivan said. "I'm going to paint it all over this town. Just wait until my radio interview tomorrow!"
Ten to one Brown's dumb little twat of a daughter minted all the black cock she could get, Sullivan thought as he showed a satisfied Brown out the door. Sullivan was a cynic, but he was not stupid.
In fact, he was smart enough to know that the busing issue might be the rocket that could lift him to the mayor's office. And he knew just what side of the issue he was going to be on. The one he thought would win.
Sullivan spent the rest of the afternoon working on his radio presentation. It was already scheduled, but it was sure going to be a lot livelier than anyone had foreseen.
As he finished up his planned remarks in his notepad, he gave his cock a squeeze.
"You've been wanting some action all afternoon, haven't you?" he said to his prick. Sullivan was a horny bastard, and his cock needed all the action he could possibly give it.
"Cancel the rest of my appointments," he said to his secretary, and left the office. Fifteen minutes later he was in a little one-room apartment he rented for the sole purpose of satisfying his hungry prick.
"Hi there, Sally," he said into the phone. "Can you let me have a girl right away? Not too light, now, understand? Cafe-au-lait'll do, but not high yaller."
Sullivan was very proud of himself for knowing the French word for coffee with milk. The reason he knew it was because the color brown played such an important part in his sex life.
A little while later, as he lay on the bed naked fondling his prick, he heard a knock on the door. There was a black girl on the other side.
"Hi, I'm Lola," the girl said.
He grabbed both of the black girl's tits and started to squeeze them.
"Hey don't bruise me."
"Shit, the bruises won't show on you, baby," he said.
Pig, she thought, but she didn't say anything. She wasn't paid to tell pigs what she thought of them.
"That sure is a fine looking hunk of meat that you've got there," she said. She reached her hand around it and started to squeeze.
"Mmmm, nice, baby, but be careful or I won't be able to get it up your twat."
I should be so lucky, Lola thought. She was a big tall girl with medium brown skin and almost coal black eyes. Sullivan couldn't believe how much he wanted to fuck her.
He pulled her down on the bed with him, and then shoved his head up her skirt. It turned him on to beat shit to have his head under a woman's skirt. So much of the pussy-smell was trapped that way. He pressed his lips against her moist panties and breathed deeply through his nose.
"Careful, honey, you'll tear my dress," she said to him as he writhed around. It was a sheath dress and pretty tight.
There just isn't room under it for a big old fart like him, she thought.
"Shit, I'll pay for it if I tear it," he said. He was enjoying this dark back-to-the-womb effect too much to want to stop now. He pulled her panties down part way with his teeth, and then pressed his lips against her twat as if he was missing a mouth. His prick felt for a second like it was going to explode. He couldn't believe what a turn-on this moist black twat was. He ran his tongue along her pussy lips, just using the tip of it and sliding it fast back and forth along the slick pussy-skin.
Shit, Lola thought, this dude may be a jerk, but he sure knows how to lick cunt. She was like her friend Carla in that she really enjoyed sex, and Sullivan knew too much about how to use his tongue on a pussy for Lola not to find her muscles tensing more and more, and her cunt giving little contractions.
Sullivan drank cunt-juice from her pussy, actually sucking it from her. Then he sent his tongue darting across her clit.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The come slammed into her really good and hard. Her hips bucked and heaved while Sullivan kept right on licking at her twat.
"UHHHHHH!" she moaned, and then she yelled "SHIT!"
Just as she stopped thrashing around she heard her dress tear. It was because that creep of a John was underneath it.
"You know how much this cost?" she said to the city councilman as he pulled his head out from under it.
"I couldn't give a shit. I told you I'll pay for it." He went to his pants and took out his wallet. He handed Lola a hundred dollars. Sullivan was enough of an old-timer as far as politics was concerned that he always believed in having plenty of cash on him. And he liked to play big shot with whores. As for the money, there was always plenty more where that came from waiting to be stolen.
The hundred dollars put Lola in a good mood, since a glance at her dress told her that all that had happened was that a seam had pulled out. Her dressmaker would charge her five bucks to fix it.
Sullivan's cock was pulsing with come-need now. He had been plenty horny even before licking Lola's pussy, and now he* was a real tiger. He had to get his cock in her warm twat right away.
"Okay, baby," he said, "let's see if you feel as good as you taste."
She took off her dress and underwear. Sullivan gazed at her smooth body and said "Ooooh boy, is black ever beautiful."
Lola felt like giving him a clip on the ear, but she didn't. He placed his right hand on her crotch and fondled her cuntlips. She gave a little sigh of pleasure in spite of herself. She almost wished that this creep was a bad lay so that she could dislike him more.
Sullivan wormed his fingers up her pussy, spreading them apart so that the joints pressed against the cunt walls. He used the fingers of his other hand to tug playfully at the girl's kinky pubic hair, and then he slid them slowly up her belly towards her tits. He pushed these away from her chest and let them flop back down again. He took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it. Lola let out a low moan. Her tits were sensitive, and this jerk of a honky knew how to handle them all right. She had to give him credit for that.
They were both kneeling on the bed, and Sullivan moved up closer to her. She guessed what it was that he wanted, and she spread her legs a little further apart. Then she waited while he positioned the tip of his cock inside her cunt.
Sullivan gave a thrust of his hips, and his prick slid on into her.
"Feels nice, huh baby?"
"Uh huh," she said disinterestedly. Actually that hard cock did feel nice in her pussy, but she'd had enough of this conceited honky.
The bored way she said that made Sullivan determined to show her that he could fuck like nobody else. He worked his hips frantically back and forth, really pistoning her cunt with his cock, while fondling her tits with his hands.
"Oh, wow!" she gasped. She was trying to keep from seeming too impressed, but it wasn't easy, because Sullivan really did know his stuff. Every time he thrust his cock into her he pulled her labia across her clit in a way that made her think that she was going to come right then and there. But he also knew how to work a girl up to the edge of her come without going over.
"Oh, fuck me! Puck me, baby!" Lola had almost forgotten her resolution not to tell Sullivan how much all he was turning her on. There was just no getting around how fantastic that prick of his felt in her pussy.
In! Out! In! Out! All Sullivan could think of was how he was turned on by the tight black twat that was clutching at his prick. His balls were pulled up tight at the base of his prick. He knew that he was right on the brink ...
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Splat! A gob of sperm shot out of his prick, followed by another one, and another, as he came in a series of great heaving spasms. And the sensation of that meaty dork quivering inside her was enough to get Lola off too.
"Eeeeeeeeahhhhh!" She let out a little scream as she felt the first stab of her orgasm. Every muscle in her body seemed to unwind at once ... every nerve was bursting like a firecracker on a string of firecrackers.
"SHIT! SHIT! FUCK!" she gasped as the final wave of the come came washing through her.
"Whewwww," she sighed at last. Her cunt felt really wrung out.
Sullivan pulled his cock out of her and said, "Not bad, huh, honey?"
"No," she admitted, "it was pretty good."
"Pretty good? Shit, just look at my prick! It's just as hard as it was when I had it inside you!"
It was, too. Sullivan's cock had plenty of staying power. Lola guessed that he would want a second shot.
"Where do you want it, big boy?" she asked.
"Right up that little brown ass of yours," he replied.
"You got some petroleum jelly?" she asked.
"Right in that drawer," he said. He enjoyed fucking women up the tailpipe, and for that reason he always kept a jar of petroleum jelly handy.
She smeared his prick with the stuff, and then positioned herself on her hands and knees. He reached forward and took her tits in his hands. After squeezing and fondling them for a while, he shoved his cock up her butt.
"Nnnnnnghhhh! Careful!" she grunted. He was pretty thick, and there was less room in her ass than there was in her cunt.
Sullivan wasn't interested in being careful. What he was interested in doing was in giving his prick a good time. He slammed it back and forth inside her while fondling her tits. Lola had to admit that she was getting pretty worked up. She wished that he had one of his hands on her cunt, but that was a detail that she could take care of herself. She used her fingers to tease and tantalize her pussy while Sullivan continued to ram his cock up her tailpipe.
She felt his cock start to spew, and she pressed her fingers against her clit right at that moment. The two of them came together, and came good and hard, with her body shivering with the force of her orgasm and his cock pumping away like mad.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" he gasped as he felt his prick give its final shiver. Then he pulled his cock out.
Lola got dressed and left. Sullivan flopped down on the bed and started glancing through the notes he had made for the radio presentation.
"This threat to the moral rectitude of our children is something we have to combat with every means at our disposal," he read. "Sexual morality and civilization are one and the same."
Not bad, he thought. Not bad. Goddam was that a hot little, fox just now, or what?
Sullivan's talk on the radio was just the kind of spark in the powder keg that he had hoped it would be. The radio station's switchboards were jammed, and the mood of the city turned really ugly.
The next day, there were thousands of protestors around the school building. The police were out in force, but there was plenty of rock throwing.
O'Brian was driving home early from the fire station. He wanted to make sure that everything was all right with Suzy. Then he saw the car, and the girl, and the toughs.
The car was about twenty years old, and it had a dent for every year. The girl was black and about sixteen, and standing there next to it looking at the boys who were heading ominously down the street towards her. They were South Boston boys, and they were looking for trouble. The remarks that Sullivan had made on the radio had really gotten the city hating.
O'Brian drove past the stalled car just as the boys closed in. He glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw that they were starting to push and shove the girl, and slap her.
He wheeled his car around at once and headed back towards the girl.
I may not be any black-lover, he thought, but I'm sure as shit not going to stand for something like that.
He pulled to a stop next to the group and got out. He saw that there was a twelve-year-old girl too, crying.
"Okay, boys, like to try someone your own size?"
"Hey there old man, just keep your nose out of this, huh?"
One of the youths shoved O'Brian, and got a crashing right on the jaw in exchange. O'Brian had boxed semi-pro as a young man, and he was still not exactly a cream puff. He kicked one of the other boys in the crotch, and then grabbed the two girls and shoved them in his car. The hooligans were so surprised by the speed of his reaction that by the time they knew what was happening, O'Brian's car was roaring down the road towards the causeway and Boston.
"Hey, man, you sure know your stuff. Thanks a lot," the older girl said.
"Ah, don't mention it," he said. He felt pretty proud of what he had just done.
"Not every white man would do that for a couple of black girls in trouble," she went on.
O'Brian wondered if he would have done it a few weeks ago. This business with Samantha had eased off a lot of his prejudices about blacks. Well, maybe he would have done it anyway. He didn't much care for the idea of a bunch of young punks roughing up girls.
"This is my sister Effie," the older girl said. "I came to pick her up 'cause I heard on the radio this afternoon that everyone was all steamed up on account of that guy Sullivan's speech."
"Yeah, I guess they are pretty steamed up," he said.
"I'd like to do something nice for you," the older girl said.
"Ah, think nothing of it, like I said."
"No, I would."
He suddenly realized what she was talking about. And as he glanced at her, he saw too that gratitude was only part of the reason that she was offering to have sex with him. She was really turned on by him. The manly way that he had stepped in to save her and her sister from the punks had really gotten her pussy-juices flowing.
Hell, why not, he thought. If it had just been gratitude he wouldn't have felt like accepting it. But-since the girl was obviously hot, he figured he might as well fuck with her. He turned off the causeway to his favorite fucking ground.
"Sure is spooky here," twelve-year-old Effie said.
"What about her?" he asked Patty.
"She and I don't have any secrets from each other. She isn't exactly innocent either, you know."
O'Brian parked his car in the end of a blind alley.
"Guess if Mr. Sullivan heard about this he wouldn't exactly like it," Patty said.
This alley had a bend in it, and they were totally hidden from view. O'Brian had found it while looking for a really good, safe place to fuck with Samantha. He got out of the car and spread a blanket from the trunk on the cobblestones.
"Since you saved me, I should be the one that does all the work," Patty said.
"Fine by me," O'Brian replied. He had nothing at all against positions in which the female played the active role. He lay down on the blanket after peeling his clothes off.
Patty bent over his cock and started to stroke it. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and she covered the thing with saliva. Meanwhile, her nimble fingers were busy working over his balls. His cock was already pretty stiff, but it didn't take more than about two seconds of this kind of action for it to be so hard that it was just about literally hurting.
Patty figured that she had better not go overboard on the kissing and fondling or his prick would start shooting right away. She placed a knee on either side of his thighs and worked her way down over his cock. He gave a little sigh of pleasure as he felt the head of his whanger slip into her tight pussy.
"Twat! There's nothing like it," he said.
"Oh, yes there is if you're a girl," Patty said. "And that's cock."
She slid the rest of the way down the length of his shaft so that his prick was all the way up inside her. Then she jiggled playfully up and down on his balls.
Her tits weren't very big, but they were nice and round, and O'Brian reached his hands up to fondle them. The smile on Patty's face told him just how sensitive those smooth brown globes of hers were.
She started to work her twat up and down over his cock, going slowly at first, faster and faster.
All of a sudden, O'Brian's view of the sky was blotted out by something a lot nicer looking-Effie's hairless little twat! The girl had been watching her sister fuck with O'Brian, and had decided that she didn't want to be left out of the action. The man's prick was already occupied, but he still had a mouth and tongue and she figured he might be willing to give her some pleasure with that.
She was dead right. O'Brian's tongue flicked across her little brown labia while the child quivered with excitement. She sat down on his chest right below his neck. That way his tongue could get at her pussy without any trouble and she wouldn't have to squat.
Lick! Lick! Lick! His tongue slurped faster and faster across Effie's pussy, and all the while her sister was sliding up and down his cock. He was really getting as much action as any guy could possibly handle at any one time, and man, oh man, did it ever feel good.
Patty was breathing heavily now as she worked her pussy up and down his prick. Her cunt was really clutching at the thing. She couldn't remember when she had ever felt juicier. This guy had one of the finest tools she could remember ever having in her. Before she let him take her home, she was going to find out just how good he was at actually handling it. Fantastic, she imagined.
O'Brian wormed his tongue way into little Effie's twat. She didn't have much in the way of tits, but he was able to tweak and pinch her nipples. The little girl laughed as he did that.
Patty felt like little rings of fire were burning their way up her twat and all the way up her spine. She knew that she was just about to come.
O'Brian figured he was pretty close to his blastoff, too. His balls were all tingly and excited, and his cock was pulsing with raw come-energy.
Patty pulled her pussy up the length of his cock very slowly, and then slid back down again one more time. The response from his cock was instantaneous. It immediately started to spew its load into her, pumping away in great heaving gushes.
Her twat exploded with burst after burst of come-joy as she felt his rod fire away inside her. And little Effie was coming too. The instant he felt his cock start to shoot, O'Brian had pulled his tongue out of her vagina and pressed it squarely against her clit. That was all the child needed for a come, and her ass-cheeks quivered on his chest as the orgasm ripped through her.
Patty waited a second and then got off of his cock. Effie stood up too.
"Gee, girls, I'm the one who should be thanking you," O'Brian said as he got to his feet.
"I hope that that doesn't mean that the show is over," Patty said with an impish smile on her broad brown lips.
"You don't want it to be?"
"Not when you have a prick that looks like that," she said, pointing at his tool. It was true that his cock had hardly gone soft yet at all.
"I never say no to a lady," he said, placing his fingers on the cunts of both girls and fondling them.
Patty and Effie both gave little squeals of delight as they felt his fingers go to work on their twats. He backed them against a nearby wall and continued to feel them up. It really turned him on like hell to have a girl's cunt in each hand, and he could see that they thought being felt up at once was pretty neat too.
His cock was getting really eager again, so he figured that he didn't want to prolong this hand action too long. He wormed his fingers around in their vaginas for a couple more minutes and then flicked at their clits with his thumb. They busted their cookies almost at once, and he laughed as he felt them shudder and quiver on his fingers.
They both still felt horny, though; and so did he, now.
"I wish I could accommodate both of you girls," he said to them, "but I'm afraid I've got only one more shot left in me."
"That's okay," Effie said. "Give it to Patty."
"She's got a boyfriend waiting for her at home. He'll take care of her," Patty explained.
"Don't you?"
"Fraid not."
"What, a good looking chick like you doesn't have a boyfriend to take care of her pussy?"
"Let's just say that I'm between boyfriends," she said. "I had one who was a real stud, but he had a creepy personality, so I told him to go fuck off."
She lay on the ground, and O'Brian got down next to her.
"You know that old joke about how the best kind of birth-control pill is an aspirin held between the knees?"
"Yeah."
"Well, did you know that it's a load of shit? It's possible to fuck a girl from the front while her knees are held together."
"You're shittin' me!"
"No, put your knees together and I'll show you," O'Brian said.
The girl clamped her knees really tightly together. She wanted O'Brian's cock, but she also wanted to see if what he said was true, and she wasn't planning on making things easy for him.
He smiled. Every girl he'd shown this position to had clamped her knees together as hard as she could.
O'Brian placed himself on top of her, but with his knees outside of hers rather than inside. He had his cock in his right hand and guided the tip of his prick between her thighs.
Patty suddenly saw that he wasn't kidding her. The position was possible. Not only that, but it was a real turn-on, too. The thighs are so soft and fleshy that a hard prick can push them apart without any difficulty. As for the cunt itself, it's up in the basin of the hips, which means that it isn't affected at all by the position of the legs. What are affected, though, are the cuntlips. The entrance to the cunt is pressed between the thighs, and as a cock is shoved into the cunt, the labia are forced between it and the thighs. The result is a really tight fit with plenty of stimulation for both partners.
O'Brian let her savor the feeling of his cock forcing apart her pussy opening. Then he started to shove his prick back and forth inside her.
Because the fit was so tight, he started off pretty slowly. But soon he was picking up speed and pounding away like crazy. She was just about the wettest girl he'd ever came across, and a lot of the pussy juice was oozing out between her cuntlips, tight fit or not.
His back muscles pulled tighter and tighter as he laid his prick into her. His hands squeezed and pressed against her luscious tits.
"Oh you honky! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped, her head tossing from side to side. There was no insult in the word "honky" this time.
He could tell that he had her right on the edge of her come. He laid three more strokes into her, and then pulled way, way back, before driving home good and slowly.
"Can't stand it! Can't! Fuck! Fuck!"
BLAMMMMM! All at once someone dropped a match into her box of fireworks. The girl's hips writhed and wriggled under her, and she let out a kind of half shriek as every nerve in her body exploded with the force of her COME!
O'Brian wasn't far behind her. His cock immediately started pumping, unloading what was left in his balls into her steamy pussy. And what was left was quite a lot! O'Brian was very definitely a two-shot man!
"That's just about the best fuck I've ever had in my life," she said as he pulled out. "How come more people don't know about that style of fucking."
"Ah, a lot of people don't know much about anything," O'Brian said as he pulled his pants back on.
"I guess you're right," she answered, thinking about the hooligans who had attacked her.
O'Brian caught the inflection in her voice. She was right. What a dumb bunch of punks. Of course, they weren't much worse than Sullivan. Talk about a trouble-maker.
He drove her and her sister across the Fort Point Channel to South Station. There would be phones in there which she could use to call the police so as to get her car towed or get protection while someone else towed it.
O'Brian suddenly remembered that the reason he'd left work early was to find out about Suzy. He felt like a shit, fucking when he should have been home with her. He admitted to himself though that it was the thought of protecting the girl that had taken his mind off of his daughter, not the thought of fucking.
Suzy was perfectly all right. The girl had been attacked a good way from the school, but the latter had been ringed with police, and the kids were all safe.
Carol was already home, so there was no chance of fucking with Suzy. Well, he figured, his cock had had a good workout anyway.
A few hours later, when he was in bed with Carol, she whispered to him, "You awake, dear?"
"Uh huh," he said.
"I just have to talk about what I felt today. I saw all those people behind the police lines jeering and booing and yelling names at the little black kids. It was disgusting."
"Yeah, I know," O'Brian said.
"I mean, I've never been one to be too fond of the colored," Carol said, "but I don't like that kind of stuff at all. There's something so ugly about hate. There's too much of hate around."
O'Brian suddenly felt like showing her that here was some love in the world too. He took her tits in his hands and started to squeeze them very softly. He felt the nipples swell up against his palms. Carol gave a little purring sound.
He slid one hand down to her crotch and started to fondle her cuntlips. She pressed her thighs together so as to increase the stimulation. His cock was already hard, and getting even harder with every second.
"Mmmmm, nice," she said as he kissed her on the neck. He got on top of her and she spread her legs. She gave a little shiver of excitement as she felt the tip of his cock on the entrance of her cunt. Then he pushed it in.
He was going very slowly, taking it really gently. He wanted to show her just how loving he could be. He worked his cock back and forth inside her pussy with fine, rhythmic strokes.
"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh!" she gasped as she felt him work her closer and closer to her come. Her pussy clutched desperately at his cock to keep him from taking it away.
He gave a final thrust and his prick started to spew. She moaned in ecstasy as she felt her body unwind all at once in a series of sharp shudders.
Even after he pulled his cock out of her, he held her tightly in his arms. She felt comforted. There was more hate than love in the world, but love was so good ...
CHAPTER SEVEN
The PTA meeting was more of a screaming match than anything else, with hysterical parents making wild, racist statements left, right and center. There were two people trying to be reasonable, though. They were Carol, and Frances Jackson, Samantha's mother, who was back from visiting her sister in Pennsylvania.
Both of them kept appealing to people to calm down and try to work things out together. No one listened, but when the meeting was over, Frances sought out Carol and said, "it's good to know that there are a few sensible people left."
"Oh this business is so awful," Carol said. "And it's not going to get any better until people of both races start trying to understand each other."
Carol's racial views had undergone quite a transformation in the past few weeks. Her racism had always been of the theoretical variety-a set of beliefs she had held because her parents had held them. But her affair with Roger Jackson had helped change that, and even more important was the racial violence that was going on around her. It showed her just how vicious racism could be.
"My name's Carol O'Brien," Carol said.
"Frances Jackson."
Carol wondered if this was the mother of Samantha and the wife of her lover Roger. She figured that it probably was.
"Listen Frances," she said, "how would you like to come over to my place right now so that we can talk about how we can help the situation?"
"Sure," Frances said.
Each woman was interested in trying to help bring peace to the school, but each had a different motive as well for wanting to get together. Carol was curious to find out something about the 'woman who was Roger's wife, and Frances thought that Carol was really fine-looking.
Frances was definitely bi. She enjoyed having good hard prick up her cunt, but she also thought that it was nice to be slurping away with her tongue on some chick's pussy, or to have some chick's tongue on her own cunt. Carol was a good looking woman, and as Frances gazed at her she felt her panties start to get moist with excitement^ and her nipples start to swell up in her bra.
When they got home, they found that they were alone. Carol's husband had a night shift at the firehouse, and Suzy was off visiting a friend in the neighborhood.
The two women had coffee and chatted, and found that they actually had a lot in common. That pleased Frances. She had always liked to be friends with the women she had sex with. She just hoped that Carol would be receptive. She wasn't too worried on that score, however. It was her experience that most women, no matter how straight they think they are, don't mind a bit of girl-girl sex once in a while.
"Yeah," Frances said, "this school business is a really bad situation, but it's good to know that at least a couple of people from the two races can understand each other."
She put her hand on Carol's knee as she said that.
Carol was a bit taken aback. She assumed that Frances's gesture was a purely friendly one, but it struck her as strange. She didn't want to say anything to offend her new friend, though.
Frances slid her hand up under Carol's skirt. Carol guessed now what the score was, but she didn't say anything. She suddenly noticed that her clit was stiffening, and that her body was tingling with excitement. She looked at Frances. She really was a good-looking woman, and Carol suddenly realized just how much she wanted to try out sex with her.
Frances laughed. "Sorry to take you by surprise, honey," she said, "but I was afraid you wouldn't understand if I just asked you," Her hand slid the rest of the way up Carol's thigh and pressed against her moist pussy. Carol gave a moan of pleasure. Then she reached out and fondled Frances's tits through her dress. It was the first time she had her touched another woman's breasts, but she knew that it sure wasn't going to be the last.
No wonder guys are so crazy about handling our tits, Carol thought as she kneaded the soft breasts.
Frances was breathing heavily now, and she pulled Carol's panties away from her pussy. Carol shuddered with excitement as she felt the black woman's hand rub against her dainty cuntlips. Frances's fingers worked their way into Carol's twat and Carol wriggled her hips with passion. She couldn't believe how horny she felt. Frances was as good, at getting her wound up as her husband Roger was.
She had to get a better view of Frances's tits. She unbuttoned the black woman's blouse and unfastened her bra, which hooked in the front. The breasts flopped into view, round and smooth and brown, with almost black nipples that were standing out in hard little bumps on the end of them. Carol took the nipples between her fingers and squeezed on them.
"Ooooh, baby, are you sure you've never done this sort of thing before?" Frances asked. She could hardly believe that anyone who hadn't had some practice could be this good at working over tit.
"No, it's really my first time with a woman."
"Fantastic! You're really great at it."
Frances worked Carol's dress up around her hips so that she could get a look at her pink cuntlips. Then she moved her lips up to the steamy twat.
Both women were on the floor now, and Carol placed her head at Frances's crotch. Her tongue darted out instinctively against the crinkly brown labia, and at just that moment she felt Frances's tongue on her cunt.
The two women licked and slurped and kissed each other's sensitive pussies as they rolled around in the floor. Carol couldn't believe how nice Frances's cunt smelled and tasted. It was the first one she'd ever gotten a good look at in her life. And Frances thought that Carol had one of the sweetest, juiciest little twats that she had ever come across.
"Mmmm, ohhh!" Carol gasped. She couldn't say much, even though she wanted to scream out how turned on she felt. The reason was that she wanted to keep her lips glued to that twat of Frances's.
Lick! Lick! Lick! The more cunt-juice she licked up, the more Frances was able to produce, and the same was true in reverse. Both women were really awash between their legs, and getting soggier with every second.
Carol felt her whole body wind up like a spring. She knew that she would be coming any second now. She just hoped that Frances was ready to come.
She didn't need to have any worries on that score. Frances shuddered every time she felt Carol's tongue against her pussy. She was just as turned on as her partner.
Lick! Slurp! Lick! Two horny women really going for each other's cunt!
BRRRRRRRRT! Carol's body unwound all at once as Frances's tongue brushed against her clit. She pressed her own tongue against Frances's fun-button and got just the same response, as Frances's hips bucked and heaved with the force of the frantic come that was tearing back onto the other woman's pussy. Both of the females kept on licking even as each other's cunts exploded in their faces.
As they lay there peacefully, still nuzzling each other's sex organs, they heard the door open. It was Suzy, back from her friend's house.
"Oh, excuse me, Mom," she said simply, and shut the door. She wasn't at all shocked. She'd had sex with Samantha on several occasions, and it seemed completely natural to her that her mother might want to lick another woman's cunt from time to time.
"Oh my God!" Carol said.
"Your daughter?"
"Yes."
"Maybe I'd better be going. I'm really sorry about your daughter catching you out like that."
"It isn't your fault. I should have figured that she might be home early," Carol said.
"Yeah, but if I hadn't made a pass at you, there wouldn't have been anything for her to see."
"That's okay. If you hadn't made a pass at me, I wouldn't have found out how much fun I'd been missing. Don't worry about it."
Carol tried to sound unconcerned, but in fact she was really worried. She didn't know anything of her daughter's own sexual escapades, and she assumed that her daughter must be horrified.
Frances left at once, with Carol still telling her not to worry. Then Carol went to find Suzy. She was lying on her bed reading.
"Honey," Carol said nervously, "I don't know quite what to say. I mean, it isn't very easy to explain something like what you just saw ... "
"What's there to explain?" Suzy said, genuinely puzzled.
"Well, it's not every day that a girl walks in on her mother when her mother is having sex with another woman."
"I know," Suzy said. "I should have been more careful about barging in."
It suddenly dawned on Carol that Suzy really wasn't shocked.
"Don't you think that there's anything wrong with two women making love?"
"Do you, Mom?"
Given the circumstances, there wasn't any easy way that Carol could simply say yes.
"Suzy, have you ... have you ever made love with another girl?" Carol guessed that that could be the only reason that her daughter wasn't shocked by the idea of her mother licking another female's pussy.
"Sure, Samantha Jackson," Suzy said. She didn't understand what the big deal was. Since her mother obviously liked female-to-female sex, she couldn't imagine that it would bother her much to know that her daughter went in for it too.
Carol swallowed. She could hardly criticize her daughter for doing something that she had done herself.
"Well," Carol said, "we'll have to be very careful that your father doesn't find out."
"Oh, he already knows," Suzy said with all the innocence of a twelve-year-old.
Suzy thought that everything should be above board, and she didn't try and conceal anything from her mother. Soon Carol had the basic picture.
Carol had to end up laughing. Here she'd been all uptight and worried about the fact that her daughter had caught her swinging with another chick, and it turned out that everyone in both families was fucking like mad.
"I've got to tell Frances about this," she said. She called Frances up and filled her in. She figured that anyone liberal-minded enough to go for bi-action wouldn't be very shocked by the other details. She was right. Frances sometimes got pissed at her man for running around with other women by himself because that way she felt cut out of the action. But she was basically very liberal minded.
Later that night, Carol told her husband that she knew everything. He tried to stammer out some excuses, but she assured him that he didn't have to. She didn't mind.
The upshot of it all was that the next night, the Jackson's came over for a swapping party. The two girls were there too, and it looked like everyone was going to have a good time.
They started out with Carol pairing off with Roger and Bill with Frances, while the two little girls went for each other's cunts.
Roger took Carol's tits in his hands and started to knead and mold them while he kissed and licked her neck. Then he started kissing the nipples until they were all swollen and eager.
"Oooh, kiss me more! Oh! Oh! OH!" Carol gasped. He had one of his hands on her crotch now and was working his fingers against her soft cuntlips while she writhed and wriggled with excitement.
As for Bill O'Brian, his cock felt like it was made of steel, it was so stiff. Frances Jackson was one fine fox, and he aimed to really enjoy that hot pussy of hers. Even though she liked sex with women, she sure didn't mind it with men, either, particularly when the men had prongs on them like O'Brian's.
He rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth across her labia, while she gave little gasps of pleasure. He even pressed the tip of it playfully against her clit. That nearly brought her off right then and there, so he figured that he'd better be pretty careful about how he handled that part of her.
"How about a wheelbarrow," he said to her.
"A wheelbarrow?"
"It's a position. Kind of a goofy one, but fun."
"Anything that features that cock of yours can't help being pretty good fun," she said.
"Okay, get on your stomach."
She did, and he bent over and grabbed her thighs. Then he lifted her up so that her body was at an angle to the floor. Her forearms were bearing the weight of the front of her body, and he was holding her by her thighs. He stepped in between the legs and prepared to insert his cock into her.
The problem was that his prick naturally stood straight up in the air when it was erect, while her cunt was at an angle that pointed down towards the floor. He gripped her left thigh very tightly so that he could support her by it and take his right hand away from her other leg. He used his hand to guide his cock into her pussy after bending the hard male tool down away from his body.
He shoved on in, and Frances gave a little squeal of pleasure, Although the position was kind of tiring, the fact that his cock was bent away from his body meant that it kept trying to straighten itself up again, And that in turn meant that there was a lot of pressure between one side of it and one side of her cunt.
O'Brian started to work his dick back and forth inside her. He went slowly at first, since he was still pretty unsure of himself with the position, which he hadn't used in years. But it all started to come back, and soon he was really pounding away inside her with his dork.
"Fuck me baby! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she groaned as she felt his cock slam faster and faster into her shuddering twat. She was soaking wet there in her luscious little woman-hole, and getting wetter and wetter with every stroke.
Her tits were hanging away from her body in a kind of crazy way. She liked the feeling of their weight. She jiggled her shoulders from side to side so that her nipples dragged against the carpet. That felt fine, but soon she had an even better idea. Resting her weight on her elbows alone, she was able to reach each hand over and cup and fondle the opposite tit. She pressed the soft globes against her chest and then let go of them so that they flopped heavily away from her.
In! Out! In! Out!
His balls were pulled up tight against the root of his cock now as they got ready to fire. He could tell by the feeling in his cock that it was getting ready to shoot.
Every nerve in Frances's body was ringing like a fire-alarm. She knew that she had to be right on the edge of her come.
A couple more thrusts would do it. O'Brian knew that that was all that was needed.
One!
Two! Almost!
Three! And they were ... COMING! COMING! COMING! Cock shooting, cunt quivering, bodies shaking with the force of a mind blowing, spine breaking COME!
Meanwhile, the two young girls were wriggling around like fish out of water, and giggling while they grabbed at each other's tender cunts and tits. Carol gave a glance in their direction. If anyone had told her a day ago that she would be having sex in the same room where her daughter was engaging in a lesbian act, she would have thought that person was crazy. Of course, if anyone had told her a month ago that she would have blacks in her house as guests, she would have thought the same thing.
As usual, the little wrestling match between Samantha and Suzy ended up with the girls' faces planted squarely on each other's cunts. Suzy's tongue darted out quickly, slurping up some of the pussy-juice that was already oozing out of Samantha's tender little-girl hole.
"Oh wow!" Samantha said as she felt the pressure of Suzy's tongue on her twat. She figured though that actions spoke louder than words, and she immediately put her own tongue to work on Suzy's pussy. The two girls clutched each other tightly as their tongue darted back and forth over her cuntlips. Both of the little chicks were getting wetter and wetter by the second, because no matter how much cunt-dringle the other licked up, their twats were still able to produce more.
Roger had Carol's tits feeling so sensitive it was almost as if they were on fire. Her nipples were bigger than they had ever been, and it seemed like he was trying to get them even larger than that. He had a light kind of touch with his fingertips that drove her nubs wild with desire.
Her hips heaved and shuddered with excitement. She knew that she wanted his cock inside her right at that moment.
He got on top of her and positioned the end of his dork inside her. Then he shoved on in with a quick, easy motion. Carol gave a gasp as she felt how big and thick his cock was. She'd had it inside her before in the mailroom at the office, but every time she was impressed by it all over again.
It wasn't just that it was big, either. It was the way he knew how to use it. Every stroke of his sent shock-waves of pleasure racing through her. And every stroke pulled her labia across her clit in a manner that just about had her coming each time.
"Uhhggghhh! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Like it, baby?"
"Oh wow! Just fuck me!"
He was doing just that, but even while he stroked his cock back and forth inside her, he wasn't ignoring her tits. He cupped and fondled them and pinched the throbbing nipples. He could tell that he had already gotten her worked up to the brink of her come.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
In! Out! In! Out!
Almost there ... almost ... almost ...
He gave one final thrust of his cock, and then it exploded into a wild series of throbbing gushes, shooting its load deep into her while her pussy clutched frantically at his spasming tool!
"OHHHHH! Coming! I'm coming so HARD! So fucking HARD!"
One final contraction of her cunt around his tool and it was over. Both of them lay quietly together, enjoying the feeling of each other's sex organs locked together. Carol noticed that his cock was not going soft as it lay inside her. Roger was every bit as much of a two-shot man as her husband was.
Roger finally pulled out and lay next to her. They glanced over at Samantha and Suzy who were obviously right on the edge of their own comes.
The two young girls looked awfully cute as they licked away at each other's hairless cunts, and the color contrast between them made them even cuter. Carol felt herself start to get really turned on by the sight. She wondered what it would be like to have sex with Samantha. Well, maybe she would have a chance to find out before the evening's fun was over.
Lick! Lick! Lick! Suzy was slurping away like mad. Samantha's tongue was driving her cunt crazy, and she was determined to give every bit as good as she got.
Samantha sent her tongue sliding on down into Suzy's twat. It moved around the smooth cunt-walls, collecting as much pussy-fluid as it could. Then it pulled back into her mouth.
Suzy felt her muscles tense, felt her nerves ready themselves for the come. Then it hit her, and hit her really hard, with her pelvis bucking and heaving and punching against Samantha's face as the other girl continued to lick. And Samantha was coming too, her whole body seeming to unwild in a series of powerful shocks.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
And then they were done. They gave each other's cunts a final little lick and then sat up.
Everyone else had finished too, and from the contented looks on everyone's face it was clear that a fine time had been had by all. From the sight of the men's cocks, it was also clear that some more fine times were in store for the cunts present.
"Who wants to get it now?" Roger said.
"Why don't you take care of the little girls?" Frances suggested. "They've only had some cunlapping so far. I'm sure they'd like some good hard cock for a change. Carol and I will find a way to amuse ourselves."
The glance she gave to Carol made it pretty clear just how she thought the two of them could best amuse each other.
Roger had never fucked with Suzy before, so they paired off with him and her and O'Brian and Samantha. Meanwhile, Frances and Carol took each other in their arms and started kissing.
Jackson ran his hands all over Suzy's lithe young body. He could tell how excited she was. She was breathing rapidly, and her muscles were tense.
The reason she was excited was that this was going to be the first time that she had ever fucked with a full-grown black man. She had had Alex's prick at school, but he was only the same age that she was herself.
Jackson was a different kettle of fish. He was tall and muscular, and his cock was huge. Suzy licked her lips as she gazed at it. It seemed so thick that she was a little bit nervous about having it stuck up her pussy, but that was where she wanted it anyway.
Jackson teased her nipples into a state of throbbing hardness, and then he picked the girl off the floor, holding her by placing his hands under her armpits.
He wanted to do a repeat of the fuck he had given Carol, with Suzy's legs crossed over his buttocks. The difference this time was that Suzy was so much lighter than her mother that he could really jiggle her fast up and down over his cock.
Suzy felt very passive and feminine as he lowered her over his prong. She gave a little gasp as she felt the massive thing go sliding on into her, forcing apart the sides of her tender twat. Then he started to move her up and down over his cock with nice steady strokes. He held her tight against him so that she could feel her nipples rub against his chest.
Frances and Carol were still at the kissing stage. Like a lot of women, they thought that men really underrated the pleasure of kissing and all the other preliminaries that precede the serious business of fucking. The two women's tongues wrestled passionately in their mouths, and both of them found themselves getting more and more worked up. Several drops of cunt-juice were already oozing down Carol's leg, and the same thing was true for Frances. The women sort of jiggled their shoulders so that their nipples would rub against each other. It was pretty obvious how much the nipples enjoyed that action, seeing how swollen they were.
Frances's right hand went sliding down to Carol's crotch and the black woman pressed her fingers firmly against the other female's tingling labia. Carol responded in kind, and soon both women were feeling each other up like crazy. Their fingers pulled and poked at the delicate labia, and wormed their way up the steamy vaginas.
As for O'Brian and Samantha, they were up to their old tricks and really enjoying them, too. O'Brian had the little girl get on her hands and knees and then he positioned himself behind her. She waited eagerly for the first thrust of his cock.
To tease her he made her wait. He cupped and fondled her little tits, and pinched the nipples, but he didn't give her his cock.
"Aw, c'mon, honky, let's have it," she said finally.
He replied by pressing the knob of his tool against the girl's labia and rubbing it back and forth. Then he shoved on in.
"How's that?" he asked.
She could only gasp as she felt him ram on home until the tip of his cock was actually pressed against the entrance to her womb.
"Y'know, honky, I think that prick of yours gets bigger every day!"
He slid it back and forth inside her, working her cunt with all the skill she had come to expect of him. She quivered with excitement as the massive rod moved on the film of pussy-fluid she was secreting. Every time he pulled it back, she was afraid that he was going to take it all the way out of her, and it was with a feeling of relief that she felt him ram it back in again each time.
In! Out! In! Out!
"Fuck me, honky! Fuck me!"
O'Brian mashed her young tits between his fingers-he knew from past experience that she liked some rough action there- and he bucked his cock back and forth inside her faster and faster. Suddenly, he felt her tender little cunt clutch spasmodically at his penis, and her body trembled under him as she came and came and CAME!
"AHHHHHH! Can't ... can't ... stand ... IT! IT! ITTT!"
O'Brian's cock responded instantly to the action in her pussy, and it gushed away like it hadn't already had a come. Samantha felt the come-energy go rippling along its length as it drove gob after gob of sperm up into her.
Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!
Carol and Frances were really hot now, and had gone long beyond the kissing stage. They had their mouths on each other's twats and were licking away like there was no tomorrow. Each of them was also taking deep breaths through her nose so as to get as much of the other woman's rich female odor into her nostrils as she could.
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! They were both really sloshing wet with pussy-juice, and there was more and more oozing out of their twats every second. Each of the women had her hands on the other's tits, too, and was working them over.
Carol pulled the entrance to France's twat one way and then the other with the tip of her tongue. Then she slid the tongue slowly towards Frances's clit.
Frances thought she was going to go out of her mind as she felt that tongue get closer and closer to her throbbing female button. She knew that the instant Carol touched it, she was going to be coming like hell.
Closer and closer Carol came until her tongue was just about a quarter of an inch away from Frances's clit. Frances would have yelled out to Carol to lick it, but her mouth was glued to Carol's cunt.
Carol circled her tongue around the clit, and then pulled it away suddenly. But before Frances could feel any disappointment, Carol's tongue was back in place, licking her clit again and again.
Frances felt herself hang on the brink for a moment, and then WHAM! The orgasm slammed into her. and slammed into her good and hard. Her hips heaved and shook with the force of her come, and all the while Carol was still licking at her clit with that agile tongue of hers.
Frances's tongue wasn't exactly shirking its duty either. The instant Frances felt Carol lick her fun-button, she did the same for her partner, and the result was that the two women were coming right in time with each other.
"Whewww," Carol said as the orgasm finally left her, "that was quite a ride."
"You're not kidding," Frances said, "you're not kidding at all."
Both of them felt really fucked out. They lay there on the carpet side by side, gently touching each other's cunts with their fingers or stroking the inside of each other's thighs.
Jackson was really driving little Suzy wild with the action he was giving her. She had her legs crossed behind his back and her arms around his neck. He lifted her up and down over his cock, faster and faster and faster. Her tight cunt was really crammed full by that hard cock of his, and even though she was producing plenty of pussy-juice, it was a pretty snug fit. All that meant was that both of them were going out of their skulls with the stimulation they were getting on their sex organs. Jackson's balls were about to start shooting. His cock felt like it was going to break in two, it was so hard. And as for Suzy, every muscle in her body was tense and quivering. She was breathing in great gasps that came in time to the motions of her body.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Your cock feels so fine! So thick! Oh, wow!" the child gasped.
Roger knew that just a few more thrusts would do it. His arms were starting to get a little bit tired by now, but he didn't give a fuck about that. The only thing that he cared about was how fine this tight little pussy felt around his prick.
"I'm gonna come ... I'm gonna come ... ," Suzy gasped. She felt herself pause at the brink.
Jackson lifted her up one final time and then lowered her back down over his cock. He hadn't gotten her halfway down before her cunt began to grab spasmodically at his prick.
"Coming! I'm coming!" she groaned, and she sure the fuck was, with every muscle in her body twitching with the force of her frantic female blast-off.
Jackson was coming too, his cock gushing into her like a geyser, pumping the rest of his cock-juice into her steamy little twat.
Cock! Cunt! Cock! Cunt!
Come! Come! Come! COME!!
She was light enough so that he wasn't in such a hurry to put her down as he had been with Carol. It was kind of neat to have her there in his arms, her cunt fitted around his cock. Finally he lifted her off and set her on her feet.
"Now that's what I call a good party," Frances said.
"Anyone want to hear the news?" O'Brian asked. He turned on the television set.
"Bet it'll just be bad," Frances said.
It was. A mob of two thousand had tried to burn down the school building. It was in the evening, and there were no children in it, but the police had had to charge several times to break up the mob. And Sullivan had made a speech earlier in the day in which he said that "forced busing means the moral depravity of your children."
"That prick," Carol said.
"Yeah," Frances added. "If only there was a way to put a spoke in his wheel."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Since he was getting all the black cunt that he could wish for, O'Brian hadn't visited Washington Street for quite a while. That meant that he could get in the firehouse card games that he was never able to afford before. And after winning seventy dollars in one, he decided that it might be fun to check out his old haunts once more.
"Hell, commercial sex is different, anyway."
There was no way that he could park near Washington Street, so he took the subway, and hoped that not too many people would notice the expectant bulge that he had in his pants. As he got off the Orange Line at Essex, he glanced at a newspaper boy's stack of papers. The busing situation was getting worse and worse. He'd kept Suzy home from school for the last couple of days.
"Mass Rally on Common. Sullivan to Speak." That was the headline that he read.
Shit what a troublemaker, he thought. If only there was some way to put a spoke in his wheel, like Frances said.
When he got to LaGrange street, who should he see but Carla, the black whore he had fucked with the last time he had visited the Combat Zone.
"Hi, there, big boy," she said, "remember me?"
"You've got a memory for faces," he said.
"And that's not all. I remember something else you've got that's a lot better than that ugly mug of yours. You want to go for the super-deluxe triple-header again?"
"Yeah, why not," he said.
Five minutes later they were in her room and she was pulling his zipper down.
"That feels a lot better," O'Brian said once his cock was free of the confinement of his pants and able to expand to its full size.
"If you think that feels better, just wait for what's next," she said. She knelt in front of him and started stroking his cock. She had a fantastic talent for getting a guy unbelievably wound up without actually making him come.
"Hey, I remember this. You really know how to take care of a guy's cock, don't you?"
"I try and be good at my job," she said. That was the last thing she said for a while, because right after making the remark she slipped her lips over the tip of his cock.
At first it was just the very end of it that she sucked. Most of the fleshy knob was outside her mouth. She used her tongue to poke and pry at the piss-and-come hole. Meanwhile, she was using her fingers to stroke the shaft and fondle the balls. She felt her clit stiffen, and a drop of pussy-juice oozed out of her twat and down the inside of her right thigh. This guy had a fine cock, just like she remembered, and she was really enjoying sucking on it.
Carla slipped her mouth a little farther over O'Brian's prick so that her lips were pressing against the spot where the head joined the shaft. O'Brian was | sure that he was going to start shooting sperm into her mouth right then and there, but she managed to keep him hanging on the brink.
"Oh shit, I can't stand it!" he gasped.
Carla had been in the profession long enough to know that when a guy said that what he meant was that he wanted her to keep on doing exactly the same thing.
O'Brian was breathing heavily now, and his balls were pulled up tight against the root of his prick.
"Suck me, baby. Suck me!"
She took all the rest of his cock into her, so that the head of it was actually in her throat. That nearly made her gag, but she didn't give a shit-not as long as she got something in exchange as great as the sensation of having her mouth and throat filled with cock as long and hard as O'Brian's.
Her tongue slid back and forth along the length of his prick, and then she slid her mouth rapidly back and forth before ending up at the base of his shaft again. She pressed really hard there while flicking the tip of her tongue across the piss-hole.
Bingo! O'Brian felt his cock go numb for an instant, and then it flooded with sensation as it shot its load into her mouth.
Gush! Gush! Gush!
Carla kept right on sucking, even as she felt the spunk splatter against the back of her mouth. She didn't want to miss a drop of that mancream.
"Unghhhhhh!" he grunted as the last spurt shot out of his prick. Carla kept on kneeling in front of him, sloshing the sperm back and forth over his prick. Then she eased her mouth off of the thing very carefully so as to not spill a drop. One gulp, and she had it swallowed.
"Taste good?"
"Mmm," she said. "I suppose you want part two of your triple-header now."
"That's right, unless you'd like to rest up a bit first."
Carla was genuinely impressed. That was the first time a John had ever cared whether she was ready or not.
"My pussy's pretty anxious for that tongue of yours," she said. "You made quite an impression on me last time."
She lay back on the bed with her legs spread and her pussy exposed. O'Brian licked his lips as he gazed at the delicate brown labia. He placed his mouth next to her twat and started to kiss it. He kissed her pubic triangle, her cuntlips, her thighs, and then he got down to the serious business of cuntlapping. He slid his tongue slowly along one of her labia and back the other direction along the other one while she trembled with excitement.
"Mmm, do it again, big boy," she said. He was glad to oblige. Then he gave her pussy lips a series of rapid flicks with the end of his tongue before sliding the tongue on into her vagina.
Even though her cuntlips were a lot more sensitive than the lining of her twat, Carla kind of liked it when a man actually stuck his tongue into her. It was a different sensation, anyway. Of course, for him to get her off, he had to actually lick at her labia or clit.
O'Brian moved his tongue back and forth inside her steamy, squishy cunt, pulling it out from time to time to get some of the cunt-juice into his mouth. Then he started licking the cuntlips again.
"Lick me baby! Lick me!" Carla gasped. He had really gotten her wound up. Her face was covered with little beads of sweat, and her head was tossing from side to side. She clutched at the sheet with her fingers as she tried to somehow work off the incredible tension that he was building in her with every flick of his tongue.
His cock was already good and hard again, and he was anxious to get it into her cunt. Also, he could tell just how badly she needed to come. O'Brian knew that up to a certain point a woman likes to be driven mad by a guy's prick or tongue, but that after that point it really does become sheer torture for her not to be given the orgasm she craves.
He pressed his tongue against her clit, and that had her coming instantly.
"OHHHH! Oh! Oh! OHHH!" she sighed as her lips heaved with the force of the come that was ripping through her. His tongue continued to dart back and forth across her labia even as she spasmed and spasmed.
"Man, you sure know how to lick twat," she said, echoing his remark about her ability to suck prick.
He gave a couple of more licks to get just a bit more of the cunt-juice. His cock was really demanding action now, but he waited a second so that she could get her breath back. Then he climbed on top of her.
She crossed her legs over his back, locking them tightly together. The effect was to tighten her cunt up a lot. He slid his prick back and forth inside her. Even though it was a good snug fit, she had secreted so much pussy-juice while he was tonguing her that there wasn't any problem with friction at all, and he was able to really lay his prick into her.
"Fuck me baby! Oh baby, you're so hard! You're so hard and long!" she said.
He was hard, and that kind of compliment made him all the harder, too. He really felt to her like he .was made of steel. Faster and faster he pounded, working his cock with sharp, rapid motions of his hips.
He had his hands on her tits and was squeezing them frantically. Tits were something he really couldn't ever get enough of. Of course, he had to admit to himself that he couldn't really get enough cunt either. Women were just so fucking delightful, he reasoned.
In! Out! In! Out!
"Harder baby, harder!" she gasped. Not that she wasn't getting it good and hard already, but she had to yell out something to unload some of the tension that felt like it was twisting her body in two.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted as he drove her the rest of the way up to her flash point.
He knew that just one more stroke would get them both off, and he was determined to make it a good one. He pulled his cock back slowly, and made her wait for a split second before starting to drive it in again.
Then in he slid, an inch at a time, while the girl gasped and writhed under him.
A fourth of the way in ... half way ... three fourths ...
Then he was all the way in, his prick-tip pressing against the entrance to her womb, and he was coming! He gushed and spasmed inside her, pumping her full of mancream, and her pussy responded instantly, clutching desperately at the hard male prong as if it wanted to hold it prisoner forever.
"Can't ... Can't ... Can't stand IT!" she groaned as the come peaked in intensity, threatening to tear her to pieces. Then it was over, and the two of them lay there together, breathing deeply.
"Man, what a fuck," she said.
"You took the words right out my mouth," he said.
"A guy with a talent for fucking like you-why does he have to go with whores? I'd have thought that there would have been plenty of women who would be willing to give it to you for free."
"Oh, there are," he said. "It's just that I'm insatiable."
She laughed. She wasn't in any particular hurry to get back to her beat, and she chatted with him for a while. The topic turned to the city's racial troubles, and the way in which City Councillor Sullivan was stirring the city up into a state of near race war.
"What an asshole," O'Brian said.
"Yeah, I guess he doesn't care much for black people," Carla replied.
"That's for damn sure."
"And you know the funny thing about that? He only enjoys sex with black women."
"You're kidding."
"Not a bit of it. I used to work for a madam called Sally. He'd ring her up several times a week and ask for black girls. Always had to be black. If Sally only had white chippies available, it was no dice."
"You used to fuck with Sullivan?"
"Yeah. I've got a friend called Lola who still does. As a matter of fact, Sullivan liked me so well that after I left Sally's he would still call me up once every couple of weeks. The last time I fucked with him was almost two weeks ago. I expect that he'll be giving me a call tomorrow or the day after. When he does I'm going to tell him to stick his prick in his own asshole. I mean, a guy's got a right to his own opinions and all, but stirring up riots is something else."
"Listen," O'Brian said, an idea coming to him, "how would you like to ... ah ... put a spoke in Sullivan's wheel?"
"I'd like nothing better."
"Okay, now listen to this ... "
It was the next day that Sullivan called. He had been thinking all morning about which whore he would like-he often specified them by name to Sally-and he remembered that it had been a long time since he had had any fun with Carla.
"Hey, baby, how about you and me partying," he said.
"Fine by me, big boy," she replied. "You know how I look forward to getting that big prick of yours in me."
Fat turd, she thought. I hope this idea works. "Listen," she went on, "I've got a favor to ask."
"Anything for you, baby."
"I've got a friend who's going in the business. But she doesn't know anything about it, so I'm sort of training her. Could I bring her along? She could watch us fuck, and then you could fuck her for free. I figure that there's not better way a girl can learn about fucking than by doing it with you."
That last compliment was right on target. Sullivan smirked.
"Sure, bring her along," he said. "The more the merrier."
"God damn those blacks are dumb, he thought as he hung up the receiver. Here I'm being offered extra fucking for free, and the broad thinks that I'm doing her a favor.
He leaned back in his swivel chair and pressed his hand against his crotch.
Two chicks at once. That should be really something, I can watch them tongue each other, too.
An hour later he was in his little rented room, lying naked on the bed. He heard a knock at the door.
When he opened it, there was Carla ... and Samantha. What he didn't know was that as soon as she had gotten his call, Carla had telephoned Jackson like O'Brian had told her to, and Jackson had brought his daughter over.
"Hi, Mr. Sullivan," Carla said. "Sure is nice to see you again. This here's my niece Samantha. I'm teaching her the trade."
Sullivan gulped as he saw how young the other girl was.
"She isn't legal, is she?"
"Nope. But she's pretty, don't you think?"
Samantha flashed a big smile at him.
Sullivan hesitated. He had never fucked a little girl before. But fucking with black whores was so risky to his political career anyway that he figured he might as well play big casino.
"What do her parents think about her going into the trade?" he asked.
"She ain't got no parents," Carla said. "Just me."
Ah, fuck, I'll do it, Sullivan thought. No one was go-inn to waste much time worrying about a girl from the ghetto with no parents.
"How old are you, Samantha?" he asked her.
"Only twelve, but I've got a big cunt," Samantha said, smiling again. This guy Sullivan just about turned her stomach, but she figured that it was all in a good cause.
Sullivan lay down on the bed on his back.
"Okay, Carla, why don't you top-ride me while Samantha squats over my face so that I can lick her cunt."
"Squat facing me," Carla said, "so that you can see how it's done, Samantha."
"Sure, Carla."
Sullivan felt Carla stroke his prick with her skillful fingers.
God damn, I think she's probably the best whore in Boston, he thought. Then she got astride him and worked her cunt down over his prick.
He gave a little sigh as he felt that tight, wet twat slip over his prong. She jiggled playfully up and down on his cock for a while, then started rhythmically raising and lowering her body.
"Okay, Samantha," she said, "now squat over Mr. Sullivan's face," she said.
Samantha did so, and Sullivan inhaled deeply, enjoying the rich fragrance of her pussy. He was surprised that such a young girl could have such a fine-smelling twat, but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain about it! As far as he was concerned, the way women smelled was one of the nicest things about them.
He slid his tongue slowly across the little girl's labia. Samantha gave a little sigh of happiness. Her dislike for Sullivan was so intense that his tongue wasn't really turning her on all that much, but she figured she had better give him the impression that he was giving her a good time.
Lick! Lick! Lick! He flicked his tongue lightly back and forth across her pussy. In spite of herself, Samantha was starting to get kind of turned on. She felt her body quiver with excitement as the man's tongue sloshed back and forth across her super-sensitive female skin.
Carla worked herself up and down over his cock with a nice, steady motion, going faster and faster as she did so. Her cunt clutched tightly at his prick despite all the cunt-juice that she was secreting.
Sullivan's a prick, she thought, but he sure has one, too.
He had his hands on her tits and was feeling them up vigorously. He liked to stroke the lower part of her breasts, right where they curved in to rejoin the chest. He wasn't leaving her nipples alone either, though. He pulled and tweaked them between his fingers, being kind of rough but not so rough that Carla couldn't really enjoy what he was doing.
"Feel my tits, baby! Feel them!" she gasped. She was working his cock really fast now, and she knew that they had to be pretty close to their come.
Sullivan had managed to break down Samantha's resistance with his highly-skilled tongue. The little girl was trembling with excitement now as his tongue covered her pussy-lips with saliva.
Suddenly, he felt his cock tense for the come, and then it was spewing away, gushing into her in great, shuddering heaves.
Carla came at just exactly the same moment, her body trembling and jerking with the force of her come as the pent-up female fuck-energy in her ripped loose all at once.
Sullivan pressed Samantha's clit with his tongue, and the little girl bust her cookies right away. The three of them were coming simultaneously, and coming really good and hard.
"OHHHHH!" Carla gasped, and above it Sullivan could hear the little girl's high-pitched half-shriek.
When they were finished, the girls stayed in place for a while. Sullivan really enjoyed having one cunt around his cock and the other one over his face. Little drops of pussy-juice were dripping down from Samantha's twat onto his nose and lips.
After they got off of him, Carla said, "what would you like to try now, Mr. Sullivan. I know you've got another shot in you."
"As a matter of fact," Sullivan said, "I have another two shots in me."
"Two!"
"That's right," he said, "though I can't give them to you one after another. I can give you one now, and then I'll need a chance to rest up. And something exciting to look at while resting. I know. I'll have you blow me, and then I'll rest up while you and little Samantha here make love. Then we'll finish up with my fucking her. That'll get her good and initiated."
"You're so smart, Mr. Sullivan," she said.
Sullivan sat on the edge of the bed, and Carla knelt in front of him.
"Now Samantha," she said to to the young girl, "watch all this closely. If you're going to be a good whore, you're going to have to really learn how to suck a prick. It's one of the things that men like best. Isn't that so, Mr. Sullivan?"
"It sure the fuck is," he replied.
Samantha held her head close to Sullivan's crotch while Carla took his cock in her right hand and started to stroke it. It was good and stiff already, and she began to flick at it with her tongue, covering the whole rod with saliva. Sullivan felt his leg muscles tense. He loved having his prick sucked, and Carla was one of the best pricksuckers around.
Carla slid her lips over the length of his shaft and started sucking on it in earnest. Meanwhile Sullivan reached down and started to fondle her tits.
"Suck me, you beautiful black fox!" Sullivan groaned as he felt the pressure of her lips on his prick. She still had her fingers on his balls and was feeling them up like mad. He tensed his legs and started breathing really heavily. She already had him about three-fourths of the way to his come.
His cock felt good in her mouth, and even though she hated the man, Carla had to admit that she was being turned on by him. She slid her free hand down to her crotch and began to feel up her pussy.
Samantha looked on with fascination. She had never actually watched someone suck prick, and she was anxious to see if she could pick up any tips from Carla. Not that her own cocksucking technique needed any improvement. O'Brian could have certainly testified to that.
Sullivan kept on working Carla's breasts while she sucked on his cock. He had a way of handling a female's tits which was guaranteed to drive her straight out of her mind, even if she happened to despise him, which was the case with Carla. No matter how much she disliked Sullivan, she had to admit to herself that she was as turned on as hell by the feeling of his cock between her lips and by the pressure of her own hand on her cunt. Her hips jiggled with excitement as she drove herself to higher and higher peaks of passion.
To vary the pace for a change she took her lips all the way off of Sullivan's cock and sucked on the balls for a moment. Then she nibbled on his prick-shaft with her lips before taking the thing into her mouth again to suck on it some more.
"Oh baby, give me more!" he gasped.
He rammed the tip of the thing all the way into her throat so that she could hardly breathe while she sucked on the root of the prick. Then she slid her mouth up the length of the shaft until her lips were pressing right at the spot where the head joined the shaft.
"Gonna come, baby, gonna come right in your black mouth!"
Carla knew that just a little bit more pressure from her mouth would be enough to get him off. She applied that little bit of extra pressure, and sure enough, his cock started spewing into her mouth. She felt the warm stream of pussy-juice splatter against the back of her throat, felt the quivering of his cock-shaft between her tightly pressed lips.
She pressed her fingers against her twat at just the instant that she felt Sullivan's tool start to fire. Her pussy exploded in a series of wild, bucking spasms while she felt his rod continue to fill her mouth with warm mancream!
When they were done she slipped her mouth carefully off of his rod and then swallowed the spunk. She looked at the man's penis. Now, after its second shot, it was definitely a little limp, but the operative word there was "little." He wasn't exactly in the right state to fuck at the moment, but she could guess that after a short interlude of watching something sexy like lesbian action he would indeed be able to give it to Samantha.
He's a creep, but he sure has balls, she thought.
Sullivan felt pretty pleased with himself, but he was looking forward to the third come he had planned, the one that he was going to have inside Samantha's twelve-year-old twat.
Samantha and Carla lay down on the bed next to him and they started stroking each other's smooth brown bodies. Both of them liked girl/girl sex for a change, and what was nice for them now was that they were going to be having sex with someone they liked, rather than with a creep like Sullivan. They hadn't known each other for very long-just the time that it took to drive over from Carla's place-but they already knew that they dug each other.
The older girl took the lead, kissing Samantha all over her tender pubescent body. She paid particular attention to Samantha's budding breasts. Carla was only twenty-two, and she could remember a time when her breasts were like that, instead of the magnificent" globes that they were today. Samantha looked at Carla's tits and dreamed of a time when she would have a pair of breasts like that. She already liked to have her tits fondled, and she figured that the bigger they were, the more of them there would be to feel pleasure.
Even though it was Carla who was taking the lead, Samantha didn't want to play a totally passive role, and she pressed her dainty little fingers against Carla's cunt. Carla shivered with pleasure. No doubt about it, she thought, this little chick Samantha was going to be one hot piece of cunt when she grew up. She was already one hot piece of cunt, for that matter.
"Mmm, nice," Carla purred. Her own hand went down to Samantha's twat and started to fondle it. Each female was fascinated by how different the other's cunt was. For Samantha, who was used to Suzy's hairless little pussy, there was something really exotic and exciting about the rich covering of kinky hair that clothed Carla's pussy. For Carla, the smooth immaturity of Samantha's cunt was a real turn-on.
As for Sullivan, he, was just about in seventh heaven. The sight of the older and younger girl dyking each other was driving him out of his mind. His cock was already good and hard, even though it had had two comes already.
Carla placed her head down by Samantha's cunt and started to lick. Samantha did the same with her, and soon the two females were engaged in a wild lesbo sixty-nine. The last thing they were worried about was the fact that that creep Sullivan was enjoying himself. The only thing that mattered to them was the delicious taste and smell of each other's pussies.
Carla's tongue pressed on up into Samantha's tight little twat, while Samantha concentrated on licking Carla's soft, fleshy cuntlips. Both females were literally quivering with come-need as their tongues moved faster and faster across each other's womanly sex-skin.
Then Carla felt a sort of electric shock jolt through her pussy, followed by another and another, and she was coming like hell, her hips shaking while her pussy pulsed. Her tongue pressed against Samantha's cunt, and the little girl came too, with a come that wrung her out like someone wringing out a facecloth. She wanted to scream out her excitement, but instead she pressed her face against Carla's throbbing pussy and kept right on nuzzling and licking it.
For a moment Sullivan thought that he was going to come too, he was so turned on by the sight of the two females coming in each other's arms. He knew that if he touched his cock right then he would come, but he managed to keep his hand away from it. Only just. His fingers were within an inch of his hungry male tool.
"How did you like the show, Mr. Sullivan?" Carla asked.
"Just take a look at my cock and there you'll have your answer," he said.
His cock looked harder than any that Carla had ever seen in her life.
"Kind of like that girl-girl action, huh?" she said.
"There isn't a man alive who doesn't like watching a couple of good looking females make love. Now get your niece over here and I'll show her something about fucking," Sullivan said.
Samantha spread her legs and the City Councillor got on top of her. He thrust his cock into her twat, almost brutally. He was way the hell too turned on to worry about being gentle. He seized her tits in his hands and started to really mash them while he shoved his cock back and forth in her pussy.
Sullivan bucked his cock frantically back and forth inside her, working up to his come. He didn't give a shit whether she had a come or not. All he knew was that he had to get his rocks off. The sight of the little girl licking the older one's twat was the biggest turn-on he had ever seen in his life.
In! Out! In! Out!
He was right on the brink ... right there ...
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Almost ... almost! ... almost ...
With a splintering crash the door burst inward. Sullivan looked up with horror and saw a black man and a white man standing there in the doorway.
It was O'Brian and Jackson.
"What the fuck!" Sullivan said.
Jackson ran forward and slapped Carla hard on the face. Carla didn't mind. It was all pre-arranged.
"You bitch!" Jackson screamed at her, trying to make it sound convincing. "Taking my daughter and turning her into a whore!"
"This is your daughter?" Sullivan stammered. "I ... I didn't know ... "
Jackson hit him on the face. Sullivan reeled back, too amazed to react.
"You're going to prison! That's where you're going! Taking respectable people's daughter's and fucking them. Statutory rape. I believe that's the charge, Mr. Sullivan ... "
"Is this a put-up job or what?" he said.
"No, but you're going to jail anyway," Jackson said. "Grown man's cock in a little girl's cunt. That's all it takes. And I got a witness." He pointed to O'Brian.
"Look," Sullivan stammered, "I'm sure we can work something out ... "
Sullivan offered money, but Jackson turned it down.
"As a self-respecting black man, I'm tired of your racist shit," he told Sullivan.
The terms he offered were that he would keep his mouth shut if in his next public appearance Sullivan would admit that he had been "totally misinformed" about the charges that black boys had sexually molested white girls in the South Boston schools. He was also to do everything he could to calm down the situation and urge people to accept busing.
Sullivan agreed. The alternative was the destruction of his political career at best, and jail on a statutory rape charge at worst.
That evening, Jackson and Samantha heard on the radio a very chastened Sullivan take back all the racist things he had said before. They were pleased, but they didn't pay that much attention, largely because Jackson's cock was in his daughter's twat and coming hard.
