No subject is as explosive today as the subject of interracial lovemaking. From all sides the question is explored and those who engage are examined and often castigated.
Why this should be so is a complex question in itself but it is not within the scope of this book to examine a question of that magnitude.
What I hope to do is present in-depth interviews with men and women who have volunteered their time and privacy in order to throw some light on a very controversial subject.
In my capacity as a sociologist I embarked on a study which I conceived of as an attempt to unravel the tangled web of emotion which surrounds the subject. The task proved more lengthy than I had first planned and involved more money and many more interviews.
What is contained here then is a distillation of all those interviews. The salient points of the inquiry and what I considered most important are contained between these covers.
I hope that many will find it useful and some will find it provocative. For only if preconceptions are challenged, will real understanding be fostered. And if further understanding can be fostered, there will be a greater chance of finding an end to the malice which separates brothers and sisters.
CASE HISTORY ONE
Subject: Persephone B.
Age: Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
My relationship with Persephone B. came about as a bit of an accident. She was working part-time for one of my friends as a transcriber and translator. I met her once or twice when visiting his office and I was charmed.
She was a young, black woman of twenty, of medium height and quite a voluptuous physique. She affected loose, multicolored blouses and dungarees, but nevertheless it was easy to tell that she was a warm, curvaceous woman.
When, a few months later I embarked on my study, I called her and she was very willing to be interviewed. She was very frank with me which was remarkable considering the amount of pain associated with her memories.
Here then is the transcript of our first interview, in its entirety and unedited.
I'm very glad to come and talk to you like this. Mr. Clark and I get on very well and anyone who is a friend of his must be all right. I hope you have a long time to listen, because I have a lot to tell.
I guess that you might think that I am a little strange. But that is just because I am different. I'm not exactly like other black people I have known. I don't know if that matters to you. Does that throw things off?
My mother is black, from Virginia. My father was Portuguese. He's dead now. He died when I was about ten years old.
My mother and father met when he was in this country working as a translator. That's what he did for a living. He was brilliant and spoke about ten languages. I can speak Spanish, Portuguese, French, Italian and Russian. I'm learning Chinese right now. I inherited that facility from my father.
I loved him very much and I was very upset when he died. After that my mother got married again. I don't get along too well with my stepfather. He's black, of course and he and I fight all the time.
He doesn't want me to go out at all. Until I started college, he would tell me when to be in at night and everything. But if he didn't want me to go out with black guys, he really didn't want me to go out with white guys.
He says that I'll only get hurt, that there can't ever be any real feeling when a black girl and a white man are involved. I used to fight with him bitterly. But now I don't know. Maybe he was right all along.
I went to a school where there were all kinds of different people, white, black, yellow and red. I liked it that way. I wanted to get to know all different kinds and didn't care about race or anything like that. I felt that everyone had a lot to teach me. Now I don't know.
When I was living with my parents, I fought with them constantly about when I was supposed to be home. They always wanted me home by twelve. Even on weekends! I couldn't stand that and I didn't think that was fair.
I used to come in very late, three and four am. That would drive them insane. There was a little baby at home, my stepsister. She had just been born and sometimes they woke her up just yelling at me. I couldn't stand that. It was awful.
But I wasn't going to come in early like they wanted me too. It wasn't right that they should try and control me and the only reason they wanted me in early was so that I wouldn't have a chance to fuck around.
But I didn't let them stop me.
After I was in school about a year I got a part-time job. But it was thirty hours a week so I guess you could say that it was almost full-time. Then I had enough money to move away from home.
That was a good thing because the scenes had been getting worse and worse. They were especially bad when they found out that I was going out with a white boy. That drove them almost insane. I don't know why it did. My mother was married to one for fifteen years and she wasn't so unhappy about it.
But not for me! I wasn't allowed to do anything like that! Well maybe they allowed me. But that was because they couldn't do anything really to stop me. That's what I'm like. When I want to do something, I go ahead and do it. No fucking around. I don't let anything stand in my way.
I remember this one guy I met while I was a freshman. I met him at the library one Sunday. I always go there to study and it was very crowded. I could see him giving me the eye when I walked in, but I ignored him. I was dressed a little sloppily. Not dirty, but casual.
That was how I used to dress then. Now I take a little more care with how I look. Anyway, I saw him looking at me and he was sort of cute. He was white and he had a dark beard. That meant he looked like a lot of guys I used to see at the library.
But I had a thing about beards. I still do. It turns me on to see all that hair. And I like to run my fingers through it. It's so much fun!!
Well I went and browsed around to try and find some books. I was sort of crowded and I didn't much feel like looking. I picked out a few and got on line. Then I noticed that the same guy was on my line, a few people ahead of me.
Well I was thinking about him, about what a cute ass he had and how good he looked. He got his books and I was anxious to catch up with him. I finally got them stamped and hurried up the big front doors of the place.
He was there, putting on his hat and things. Maybe he had been waiting for me. I don't know. Anyway I wasn't going to start talking to him. Not just like that. So I walked out, sort of wiggled my ass around at him.
I guess he saw, because before I had gone a half a block, he was right alongside me and we started talking. He was a very interesting guy and I really thought he was cute.
We went out to a concert or something on out first date. I was really hoping he would ask me to go home with him and he finally did. He had a fireplace and it was very cozy. It was sort of funny. He didn't live very far from where I lived.
We talked for a while.
I was writing a big paper on Van Gogh at the time and we talked a lot about that. I like to talk about things a lot. Don't think that I only like to fuck. I only like to do that most times. Not all the time.
After we talked a little bit, we started kissing. He was shy at first but I warmed him up. He kissed me and I liked that feel of his thick lips against mine. We fit together perfectly.
I bet that he had never had a black girl before. I had had lots of white men before. To tell you the truth, in some ways I used to like them better than black men. They don't act as if they have to put you down as much as black men sometimes do.
Not all black men are like that. But some are.
This guy's name was Paul and he wasn't like that. He just liked being with me, kissing me and running his fingers through my hair.
As you see, I've got sort of thick, wiry hair. But it's straight, sort of sticks out if you don't tie it down. And my skin is kind of coffee-colored, the color skin gets when a white person has a baby with a black person.
Paul said he loved the color of my skin, said I looked like a piece of candy. He couldn't keep his hands off me. We were on the bed in front of the fireplace. His body was on top of mine, his hands massaging my tits.
I've got nice, big tits and when he pressed his fingers on them, his prick got hard, right away. I guess he liked the feel of them. He started pulling my clothes off, his fingers slipping at my bra and his crotch pumping against my leg.
He was moaning and telling me how beautiful I was. I like to hear that, especially from white men. I love the way they touch me, like I'm some kind of precious piece of sculpture.
They get so horny just looking at me and that was what happened to Paul. His organ was stiff and I reached down and stroked in through his pants. I thought he was going to shoot right there in his underpants.
I wiggled out of my jeans and untied the ribbon around my blouse. I had on a one-piece bra and I slipped out of it. He had turned the lights off and in the dimness he stood up and stripped off his sweater and shirt.
He was not too tall but he was muscular. I like strong men, not skinny. He pulled off his pants and in the glow of the fire his big, white legs with a lot of brown hair all over them looked good. Then he was standing there in only his underpants and I could see the bulge in front where his prick was stiff against the fabric and the pouch below where his balls hung, full and ready.
His belly and chest had hair on them too and he was breathing heavily. I slipped out of my panties and I watched his eyes watch them move down my thighs. I've got nice legs and the way I can wiggle my ass when there is a man watching them is really sweet.
When he saw my bush, his eyes widened and his prick stiffened. He caught his breath and stared at it.
I've got a small bush, very compact and tightly curled. But I have more than most black women because my father was white and Mediterranean. It's tight and pretty thick, but it doesn't reach very far up my belly.
He couldn't take his eyes off it. His prick throbbed and I reached up and pulled down his underwear. I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock once I got a good look.
It was full and thick, the tip flaring redly in the firelight. I got up on my knees and pushed my mouth over the tip, pulling, wetting the whole length of it. I love the veins stuck out on a white guy's dick. Because the skin is white, you can almost see the blood pulsing in there. I like to suck it until it throbs so hard I think he's going to explode.
White men like it when a black woman goes down on them. They like to watch and see the black fingers and black lips moving on their tool. It turns them on. I don't mind it because I like to stick a piece of white meat in my mouth too.
I like to feel the smooth, whiteness moving on my tongue and see his white belly against my face. His balls are always so dark, compared to the rest of him. I wonder if that means anything?
Getting back to Paul, I pulled him down onto the mattress and gave him head. I wet my finger and shoved it up his asshole as I went down all the way on his cock. He writhed with pleasure as I explored the inner reaches of his rectum, wiggling my finger around and around.
Deep inside, he squeezed my finger and when he did he shook his whole body passionately. I licked the underside of his tool and sucked for all I was worth. The pressure of his hands on my back increased and he pressed his dick home wildly.
I could feel the pounding of blood in his cock and I churned my finger deep up in his asshole. His belly heaved and I stroked him there, loving the feeling of his hairiness.
He was moaning and I was really getting into it too. His thighs clutched at my head as I pumped my ass against his legs. My slit was wet, dripping love cream like I always do when I'm turned on.
His belly and chest heaved up and down and I sucked hotly on his tool, bending it from the root as he pumped his dick up into my mouth. I felt as if I was going to swallow his white meat. I couldn't get enough of his salty aroma and the feel of his body twisting in ecstasy under me was beautiful.
That's one of the things I love so much about white men. Whenever I ball them, they are always so turned on. It's as easy as pie to make them scream with lust. It's almost like magic.
I guess that's what makes it so exciting. The way they go crazy at just my touch and shoot their cream right up in me. Whether I'm sucking or fucking them, it doesn't matter. It's all the same, the same sweet frenzy.
All the while I was sucking Paul's prick, he was moaning and stroking my back. He had strong hands and the way he pumped his ass up at my face and made me suck him was glorious. The faster I licked, the more he pumped and screamed.
The fire was crackling and one side of my ass was hot from it. I sucked as hard as I could, panting and gasping as his hands fluttered at my cheeks and around the sides of my tits.
He reached down under me and pulled my nipples. He rolled them in his fingers until I was twisting and screaming myself. When I get turned on, my nipples get hard as marbles and I can't do anything but pull my tits back and forth with desire.
Over and over he rolled my paps in his hands, pulling the little stones and then reaching down and cupping the whole tit in his hand. I loved it. The whole room spun as I went down further and further on his tool, his organ choking down to the back of my throat.
Deeper and deeper I pressed and his fingers tightened around my neck. His thighs trembled and I knew he was going to shoot. His balls were tight against his cock, right at the base and I stroked them.
The faster I stroked his tool and wet it with my spit, the more he panted. He sounded as if he were going to die.
"Suck me with your black lips," he panted. "Do it."
I grated my teeth up and down the length of his tool so he could feel how good a little black blow-job could feel. His hands massaged my shoulders and caressed again down to my nipples. He pulled them back and forth until I was moaning with pleasure and then he began to come.
Some men come all of a sudden and some men take a long time. I like the kind of guy who you can feel for a long time. I like to feel each ripple of desire come bursting through them and then feel them go crazy.
The longer it takes, the more I like it. I can feel them coming a long way off and that's the way I like it. The longer the better, long cock, long fingers and a long time coming.
Paul was like that.
He trembled all over as if he were cold and then he pleaded with me to fuck him harder with my mouth. My lips, my full lips were on his cock and I sucked hard at the base.
It was like fire there and I felt as if I were going to drink him all the way in. I wanted to feel his gism. It would come spurting out hot and white. All gism is the same, white or black and anyway I can get it, I like to suck it.
Well he kept rolling from side to side and I stroked his balls insistently until they were like stones under there. They were tight against his prick and his prick was buried hot and wet in my mouth. I pulled him from side to side and let my tits slide against his thighs.
I liked being down there sucking on him. I sometimes dream of being carried around like that all day and sucking on a guy's dick, making him come all day long. What a dream!!
And wouldn't it be great to have some guy to do that to me? To have a guy down there all day long, going every place as I walked, licking me deep and warm in my cunt and flicking his tongue over my clitoris? Oooh! That would be special!!
I had Paul's dick deep in my mouth then and he was bucking like a bronco. His legs were so strong that I could hardly hold on and his fingers dug into my scalp as he caressed me.
Harder and deeper I sucked him and then all of a sudden he trembled and I felt his white meat throb in my mouth. He was moaning, all wild and I held on to him as hard as I could as he shoved his prick right to the back of my throat and loosed a giant wave of come.
It felt like a flood as his cock head opened and the first burst of sperm came welling into my mouth. But I was panting and sucking so hard that I didn't even think that maybe I wouldn't be able to handle it I knew that I had swallowed lots of cock before and that his gism would slide down smooth as silk. The only problem was holding on to him as he thrashed wildly.
But I had a good, tight hold on his ass and I wrapped my legs around his as he pumped them deeper and deeper against my pussy. He pressed hard into my cunt and the hole was soft and wet. I wanted to feel pressure there and when he jammed his knee against it I started to come also.
Faster and faster I sucked him, my mouth working furiously as I pulled his tool all the way in and he throbbed.
"Good! Good!!" he moaned as he spasmed and his balls quivered with delight. All the way in. All the way down I pulled his cock juice until he was spent and sighing for breath. He lay there on the mattress, his hands stroking my back as the fire flickered and his still-stiff dick nestled in my mouth.
We lay there for a long time, his hands moving in my hair and rubbing me. I like to be petted and his hands were soft when he had come. His whole body tingled and his breath was soft and relaxed.
"You suck good," he said.
"Thanks," I said.
I didn't know what else to say.
"Black women really know how to suck," he said.
"Is that true?" I asked.
"It sure is," he said. "I've had lots of blow-jobs but I've never had one like that before. You know just how to pull it in your mouth and suck until I'm going out of my mind. You know all the dirty little things to do."
"Are you serious?" I asked. "You think what I do is dirty?"
"Well not dirty bad," he said. "But dirty good."
"I don't think of it as dirty at all," I said.
"I guess that's how we're different," he said.
He reached down and slipped his fingers into my cunt. I was soft and hollow and his finger slid into my honey like they were made for it. He told me how good it felt and I knew it felt good to me too.
I rolled over on the bed and pulled him down on top of me. He was hot and his dick dangled stiff again and burning against my thigh. I love the way a guy can get hot so soon when he's really turned-on to a woman. It makes me love myself when I make a guy's prick hard so soon. It tells me that he really wants me so much.
I spread my thighs and he slid right into me. His balls hung against my asshole as he rocked from side to side and made huge circles with his hips. My loins followed him like a glove and the finger of his cock was buried deep, deep up my love hole.
Around and around he moved. He could sure shove it hard and his fingers were all over my tits. The way he pressed his palms against the nipples and massaged them made me come long before he started.
He worked his tool around hard like that for a long time, letting me work out on his cock. It was so good! So good to work out like that before he finally went crazy and let me have it.
Further and further he plunged his prick into me and I came. The lips of my cunt were burning with desire and each thrust was like fire as his throbbing , yearning dick pierced me to the hilt and I came as he spurted, creamy and white into my hole.
At that point in our interview Persephone had been talking for a long time and it was best that we stop. But since we had only just scratched the surface, we agreed to meet again in a week's time and resume where we had left off. At that time I hoped to probe more deeply into the ramifications of her interracial loves.
INTERVIEW TWO
When I next saw Persephone she came to my office dressed in the skimpiest of costumes.
Her top was a small halter, tied in back with strings and her shorts were made off cut-off blue jeans and very tight. I couldn't help but noticing the voluptuous curves of her breasts and her crotch. It made the interview even more interesting than the last one.
She was in a good mood, although she said it just because the sun was shining. Indeed it was a glorious day and the trees on campus were softly moving in the breeze. I was interested to pick up where we left off and so I asked her to describe any other interracial affairs she had had. Here are her words.
Well after I had Paul, I went into a tailspin. You see he really didn't care for me or something. I really don't know what happened, but after that first date we only made it one other time. It was just as good and we even spent the night together.
Boy were my parents sore about that. But I didn't let it get to me. His cock was so good inside that it was worth anything to get some of it. And it's always so much better to spend the night. I think so anyway.
But even though he told me that it was the best sex he had ever had, he got strange afterwards. He told me that there was something wrong with me, with the way I talked to him. He was going on about "communication." I really didn't know what the fuck he was talking about.
Sometimes white folks can be so crazy. I mean they get all confused about simple things and think complicated things are very simple. It's like sometimes they are all backwards.
Well he started acting strange and why I'll never know. That went on for a couple of weeks and then he just stopped calling. I sure wasn't going to call him, so that was the end of it. Fuck him, I thought.
But after that I was pretty depressed. My folks were happy that I wasn't seeing him any more, but that didn't make me feel any better. I stayed out late anyway, just hanging around with my girlfriends.
I was sort of leery of white men. I had always heard that there could never be any feeling between a black woman and a white man. I'd never believed that before but after Paul dumped me, I wasn't so sure. You know that maybe there was something to those old cliches.
But I tell you that it was hard. The school was full of white boys and some of them were so cute. It was fashionable that year to have beards and a lot of them had them. Not all that many black men can grow really good beards so most of the ones with beards were white.
All nay classes were in the humanities, English and so forth. I also took a lot of languages and I found a whole bunch of really sexy white boys there. It was hard to resist.
There was this one who came on to me so strong that I thought I was going to wet my panties. I'm such a romantic, a real sucker for the old seduction number. It works even better if the man doing it is white.
Well this guy named Jean Claude was in my French class. He was Canadian or something and had a very strange accent which made my belly feel funny and excited whenever he talked.
He met me and right away we were attracted to each other. You know that kind of electricity? But when he found out my name, he almost flipped. He couldn't believe he had really met a woman named Persephone.
He told me the whole story of Persephone and the gods. I knew it vaguely from when my father told it to me. But it had been a long time since then and I had forgotten.
He told me how Persephone was the daughter of Demeter, goddess of the harvest and fertility. Persephone ruled the flowers and the beautiful, sweet things of the field.
One day when she was out gathering flowers, when she was stolen away by Hades, god of the underworld. He took her there and kept her prisoner. Her mother Demeter was so upset at losing her beautiful daughter that she neglected her duties and searched the whole world over. During that time there was no fertility and all the world was barren.
When she discovered that Persephone was in Hades she begged Zeus to free her. But Zeus set the condition that she could be set free if she had eaten nothing since she had been down there. As it turned out, Persephone had eaten six pomegranate seeds and because of that she could not return permanently to the upper world.
For six months of the year she had to remain in Hades while for the other six she could return to the world above. That is the reason there are the seasons of winter and summer.
I was charmed right out of my pants. The way he told it. So softly and sexily almost made me come just listening. I wanted to throw my arms around him and spread my legs so he could spear his dick into me.
I was sure he had a long, hard one. I could tell just from the way he walked that he would be a good lover. The only problem was my own reservation at getting into bed with a white man again.
I knew I'd enjoy it. I always do. But I didn't want to be hurt like before. Paul had been such a bastard and I didn't want Jean Claude to treat me the same way. That would have been too much to bear. I didn't know what to do.
All the while I was trying to decide, the lack guys in the class with whom I was friendly, kept getting on my back. They didn't like to see me messing around with a white guy like that.
I think maybe they were jealous. Maybe they were also trying to look out for my interests. But I don't mind telling you I really didn't care for their meddling. lean certainly take care of myself. I don't need anyone, black or white to tell me who and where I can fuck. My parents tried that with me and it didn't work. I know that if my father were alive, he would never try that sort of thing. He was understanding. But not my mother. She can go to hell!
I'm sorry. I got so angry that I got off the track. Like I was telling you this guy Jean Claude was real bad. I mean just the way he looked at me made me want to pull my clothes right off and jump into his arms. I don't have to tell you that I was wet all through every class.
It finally happened one day when he offered to walk me to the bus. My apartment wasn't very far from the school, but I always took a bus because it was safer. Being a black girl sure 'nough isn't easy. I get shit from everyone.
The white men think I'm a whore or something just because I'm black and the black men feel like they got to prove something by talking down to me, like I'm just a piece of meat. It really sucks.
So when Jean Claude offered to take me home, I was real happy. In the back of my mind was the doubt about what I would do if he wanted to come upstairs and stay awhile. I-knew what that could lead to.
But by the time we got to my apartment we were talking so much in French and so interested in what we were talking about, that it didn't seem right to cut it short and so I invited him upstairs.
He was very cool about it. He just came up and I got out some wine. He said that he thought wine was more civilized than anything else. The best of all possible worlds. I kind of agreed, especially the way it made me feel all warm inside as he sat and drank it with me.
After a little while I was so relaxed that I had forgotten completely that I had been afraid to let him come up to my place.
His long, brown hair kept falling in his face and he would push it away. I thought it was so cute and the way he would stare into his wine glass while he was thinking made him look so smart.
I really started to get that old feeling, my tits sort of aching to be touched and my pussy damp with anticipation. I got up to go to the kitchen for more wine. When I came back he had stretched out on the sofa, his feet up, looking very comfortable.
"Do you mind?" he said.
I shook my head. How could I mind when he looked so sexy sprawled out like that. The only thing to do was to lie down on him and let him make love to me.
I hesitated a moment.
"Come here," he said.
I moved next to him and he reached out for my hand. His hand was large and strong. I saw tiny hairs on the backs of his fingers and little hairs on the fringes of his beard.
"You feel so soft," he said.
I knew that I was gone. No hope of stopping now. He pulled me down against him and crushed me to his chest. My fingers ran through his curly hair, feeling the softness and he sighed.
He dug his fingers against my back and caressed me. His body was hard under me and the bulge in his crotch wasn't just his underwear. His fingers unzipped my pullover and he reached inside. I was hot and soft and I could feel his hand move over me. It made me shiver with desire.
The faster he breathed, the more my slit became damp. I could feel my lips swell and they grew tender and aching to be pressed aside by his meat. Most of the time I was the one who was the aggressor. But with white men I like them to be the ones to sock it to me.
Somehow it's sexier to feel their fingers stripping my shirt off and pulling at my bra. The only way I can describe it is to say that it really makes my knees weak!
He was groping inside until he found my bra and then he ran his hand all the way around under it. It caught me off guard and suddenly his hand was on my naked tit.
He squeezed hard and pulled it to one side. I gasped and he knew that he had me then. His fingers massaged this nipple and he rolled it around like a piece of clay. Shit that felt good!
I got tremors all through my body as he stroked me there. His hands explored my tits, tickling the tender places on the underside and tantalizing me. I knew he was strong but he was coaxing me a little with his teasing.
He pressed his mouth at my ear and shoved his tongue into the hole. It was wet and hot and as he pressed deeper inside I moved my head, hard against his mouth. He kissed tenderly in there, his mouth making hungry, sucking sounds as he did it. His fingers played with the delicate thing, tickling and stroking me, driving me crazy.
His crotch was a large mound of desire. I knew that under his pants there was a long, hard dick and a heap of aching testicles. His pants were smooth, wool things and as I stroked them I could feel his sex underneath, all ready to go.
He dug deeper in my ear and nibbled. It sent shivers down my spine and I twisted in his embrace. He had long, muscular arms and when he wrapped them around me I thought that I was just going to die from it. His breath was hot in my ear and the more he sucked, the hornier I got.
I could almost feel his hard, white prick, pulsing with blood and bulging, shoving through my ready love lips. I could almost feel it!! The more he crushed me against him, the stiffer my nipples got.
It was hot between us and the more he massaged my tit, the warmer it was. I began to sweat, the funky kind of sweat I always do when I'm making love. It's the only way to make love! Greased up like pigs with your own sweat. Then you can really move around, get the feel of it. Really get down!!
The both of us were getting pretty hot. Our clothes were sticking to our bodies. I just had to get nude. I pulled off him and slipped out of my pants. Underneath I was wearing my sexy panties. I like the feel of my pussy rubbing on the inside of my pants and the cool breeze of air that sometimes hits it.
The way his hands moved down my belly, feeling the curve of my stomach, really got to me. I know I'm pretty well built. You don't find too many women as nice as me. The best way to describe me is stacked. I guess you can see for yourself.
But his fingers down there, tickling and stroking over my belly and around my waist, convinced me even more that I was attractive. He pushed his fingers so far down that he touched the top of my panties. I let him do that. I wanted him to take them off with his own hands. I wanted him to slip his fingers down the smoothness of my loins and into the warmth of my underwear. I wanted to thrill as he did it and let him have the ecstatic pleasure of doing it himself.
I wanted to let him feel the seep of my cunt as he pushed his fingers down into it. The best way I know of to turn a man on is to let a man take off your panties. Help him a little by moving your ass, but let him do it himself. It gets him so hot.
Well that's just what I let Jean Claude do and the way he moved his hand silkily on my ass let me know that he had real lust for it. I knew that he craved me and I rolled on my side and let him slide the panties right off my feet.
I undid his belt and pulled open his pants. His fingers pressed up into my quim and he moved around in it, feeling the juice. Suddenly I felt hot all over and his hand shoved in so far that I could feel his knuckles on my asshole. Around and around he moved down there and my cunt expanded all at once.
He gasped and grasped me as hard as he could. All at once I felt myself coming, his hands pulling at my snatch savagely. All over I felt waves of passion beating and then I came.
His fingers wiggled deep in my pussy and then he speared his other finger up my asshole. When I'm really turned on, my asshole is as sensitive as my cunt. I really get loose down there.
He grabbed that piece of muscle which separates your cunt from your asshole and he pulled. Faster and harder he did it, his hand groping all over me. He tore my shirt off and likewise my bra. His eyes were flashing and I could see he was really ready to fuck.
"Nice black body," he said, leering at me. It was a side of him I never even imagined. His prick hung heavy and full as he threw me down on the floor and got behind me.
I felt his dick on my buttocks and then with a savage motion he grabbed my tits and pierced my cunt. His hips pressed forward and he jammed his cock in to the hilt. His belly was hard against my ass and his balls hung down low.
He pressed forward and I strained to support myself on my hands. His whole body pressed me down to the floor and suddenly I gave way. He fell hard on top of me and his cock shoved right in to the hilt.
I screamed with pleasure and he pounded his ass down on mine, spiking his dick into me until I started coming. Like that, from behind, I like it rough and hard. I like to feel the cock piercing me like a spike, shoving all the way in until I feel like it's going to come out of my mouth. I love that hot, hard feeling.
Jean Claude was raving, panting and sobbing as he slammed his dick into my cunt.
"Black! Black! Black!" he murmured in ecstasy as his dick plunged over and over through my swollen love lips, piercing my snatch until I was coming wildly.
I reached back and ripped at his thighs with my fingernails. I keep them long for protection and to use in bed. Men really like to get ripped at. It lets them know that they are really turning me on.
I clawed at him and he started to come. His body was vibrating, his mouth pressed hotly on my ear. Over and over he snaked his cock into me, my juice seeping around his tool as he plunged it madly. His fingers stroked my shoulder as he kissed the back of my neck.
I love the feeling of getting it like that, guess I like to submit. I like the feeling of knowing that a man is on top of me, dominating me and going to give me pleasure.
I know that he is going to make me feel good, fill me with his sweet juice until I come hard, so hard I explode. His cock is the thing I want and if it's white, well that only turns me on even more. I guess you could call me a pervert or something. Certainly a lot of my black brothers and sisters call me a lot worse. But I don't care.
CONCLUSION
I found Persephone's accounts of her interracial love affairs very interesting. In addition to the usual tensions of a black-white affair, there were in Persephone's case, added ramifications.
Since her father was white and her mother was black, it is obvious to me that it had some profound influence on her. It is not my place to interpret her side of the story. All I can conclude is that she is simply part of a larger tale, caught as it were in the crunch of interracial love.
It is ironic that in her case, an interracial marriage spawned a young woman who in turn carries on the conflicted attitudes which are so obvious in the society at large.
CASE HISTORY TWO
Subject: Winston P.
Age: Twenty-eight
INTERVIEW ONE
Winston P. was a man who I got to know through the auspices of the university athletic department. He had gone to school at my university before I became a professor and he often returned for visits.
He was very friendly with the coach and I was lucky enough to be friendly with him. The lucky part was for the chance to talk to him, for Winston was a professional football player and a rather famous one.
He was shorter than six feet tall and very muscular. He had a reputation as a swinger and so I was anxious that I talk to him. It was also lucky for me that he was as articulate and cooperative as he was. Without that, the interview could have been useless.
Here then is the transcript of that interview, complete except for a few deletions to protect certain parties, whether they be guilty or innocent. Of course Winston is not his real name either.
When the coach told me that you might be interested in talking with me, I didn't know that it would be a good idea. I haven't had too good of an experience with the press. They always seem to distort what I say, if they even get it at all. And more than that, they seem to try to cast me in a bad light.
I'm not stupid and I can see some very good reasons for doing that. But it still galls me all the same.
I've been a mixer since I got to school here. I was a big star in high school and I expected to be treated with deference here. But I was in for a shock because I was just one of twenty black "stars" on the freshmen team. We were all great and I had to prove that I was greater.
That wasn't so easy and for the first two years, I sort of floundered. I didn't talk to no one and didn't think anyone wanted to listen.
It was all a matter of attitude and I found that I had a shitty one.
In my junior year, some guy broke his leg and I got a chance to play. But it was just the break I needed because I really took off. We went to the Rose Bowl that year and I got all sorts of honors. I really dug that. You know how it is for a college kid.
But being a black college kid who hadn't ever gotten that kind of recognition, it sort of blew my mind. I had all these reporters chasing me all over wanting to interview me and I loved it. All the attention. All the acclaim!
The next season I was the starting fullback. That was out of sight. I was the king of the hill. Football was big around here then and everyone looked up to me. I was top dog.
Especially the coeds, they really loved me. My first two years, well they all acted as if I had the plague. They would get all scared-looking whenever I came there way.
There weren't a whole lot of sisters here then. It was a lot different than it is now. Shit that was ten years ago. All the black students sort of hung together but there weren't very many of them so if you didn't socialize with whitey, you didn't have a very good time.
Well that was how it was those first two years. But when we went to the Rose Bowl, well that was a different story. Oh yes man! All those nice, white chicks came running up to me that next semester and told how they'd watched me on television.
Oh it was a sight to behold! I couldn't walk into the cafeteria without a little knot forming around me. I started to think that I was a people magnet. A white girl, people magnet.
For the first few weeks I was just too stunned to do anything about it. I would stand there and smile like a horse's ass and listen to them gushing. At the first chance, I would rush off. Boy was I dumb.
But when I realized that that constituted my golden opportunity, I changed my tune. Carol was the one that did it.
Now let me tell you about Carol. She was about five-foot-five and sort of skinny. She had long black hair and great big old eyes which could look so smoky and dark. But when I say that she was skinny, don't get the idea that she was not built good. No sir!
She had tits which were firm and just big enough to put my whole hand around. And her hips were wide and sort of flat, nice to feel as she moved. Her waist was narrow and her ass was soft and small, the kind that feels sort of liquid when you rub it.
She was white, sort of tawny, like a tiger. She had the thickest bush you've ever seen. But I'm rushing my story.
I was at that time avoiding those white chicks. I knew they were nice to me and all that. But I figured they were just sort of placating me, not being genuine and so on. They just liked me because of the prestige it brought. They really didn't want to know me. I was sort of conditioned. If you know what I mean?
But Carol was cool. She came on to me like all the rest but she wanted to talk, not just sort of gush all over me. She kept inviting me to have sodas and shit with her. I couldn't resist. Even though in the back of my mind I kept hearing what my uncle always told me about white women.
"Son," he said. "Those white women may treat you nice. But don't touch 'em. Because if you do, you in for a bad time. They may treat you good but if they get caught with you, they gonna scream 'rape' and you'll find yourself doing time. A long time."
I always remembered that and where I come from it's good sense. My uncle weren't no fool. Neither am I. But Carol sort of changed my ideas about white women. Up North, anyway.
She was so sincere and seemed like she wanted to get to know me good. She seemed like she liked me. And I was so hot for her I like to die every time we got together and she sat real close to me in the malt shop.
She was warm and she had full, rosy lips which sort of pouted when she talked. I couldn't keep my eyes off them, wondering how they would kiss. How her slim, soft body would feel under me.
She kept at it and knew that I'd give in eventually. It was just a matter of time. We were having spring practice by then but we weren't working very hard. My studies never took up any time because I took really stupid courses. You could do that then.
So I didn't have very much on my mind except Carol. I couldn't get her out of my mind and one day she just appeared in the lobby of my dorm, asking for me. It's not like it is today, where you got men and women sharing the same dorms. It all very much changed but back then she couldn't even come to my room.
There was all sorts of joking when they saw who was down there and I got dressed because I always hung around there in my shorts. She was waiting down there, sort of dressed up and smelling fine.
"I got a car," she said. "Where would you like to go?"
"Where'd you get a car?" I asked like an idiot.
"I stole it," she said. "Where the hell do you think I got it? I rented it special for us. Come on!"
She grabbed my arm and dragged me outside. Standing in front of the dorm was this really sharp sports car. She was beaming and she snuggled against my arm.
"Mind if I drive?" she asked.
I didn't mind and she slid in sexily behind the wheel. It was only about eight at night and we went all over. We hit a couple of bars where I knew it would be cool to go and then we went out to the country. We drove half the night, taking the top down so the breeze could splash against our faces.
She looked real fine in the breeze, her long, black hair streaming out behind her. I couldn't get enough of her smell, sort of funky and fresh at the same time. It was about two a.m. when we pulled up at a motel way out in the sticks.
Her eyes were dancing and the way she looked at me made my dick stand up at attention. Right then I decided to forget about what my uncle had told me. I knew it was a real momentous decision.
She checked in for us while I waited in the car. I felt sort of sneaky but that didn't really matter all that much. I knew that it would be worth it. Anyhow, that was half the kick. I was beginning to find out what fucking a white woman was all about.
There was hardly any light in front of the motel and each cottage was set way back in the trees. It was sort of rustic, down home. The best way to tell if a woman really loves you is if she'll lie and cheat for you.
That's why loving a married woman is so good. If shell go through all kinds of shit for you like she do, then she really must have a thing for you. Then she really digs you.
Carol was a good lying chick. She conned that guy into giving her the room. No questions asked. And those were the days when folks like that were asking a lot more questions.
The room was small, with a huge, sagging bed in the middle of it. I couldn't believe I was really there, ready to fuck the first white chick I'd ever had. But Carol was cool, like always.
She went in the bathroom and turned on the light. She was primping in front of the mirror, something she never did and I came in and put my arms around her. She wiggled against my crotch and I pressed my hands down against her belly.
It was smooth and soft as I dug my hands in. I've got big, hard hands. I used to pick cotton when I was a kid. Tobacco too. I squeezed her and she giggled. Her body was soft against me as she wriggled sensuously.
I declare she felt good and the sight of my hard, black hands over her chest was a sight to behold. I pulled up her sweater and revealed her naked belly. It was flat and I pressed my fingers deep against her.
She squealed with delight and told me how strong I was. That's true, I am strong. I'm not that big but I'm real strong. She turned around in my arms and stretched up to kiss me. It was soft and warm on my lips, her full lips pressing mine.
She sucked gently on my mouth, our teeth nibbling at each other's, her whole body so gentle that I felt my dick stiffen and warm with passion. It burned inside and I pressed forward, backing her against the sink. She leaned back and we kept kissing, her lips pulling at mine until we were both hungry for love.
I bent and picked her up behind the knees. She was light and I swung her around and pulled her up to my waist. Carrying her across my body, I went into the bedroom. Very, very gently I lay her down on the bed.
"You're so big," she said.
I told her that I was just strong, that was all. She had such white teeth and a gorgeous smile. Her hair was spread against the pillow and the way she moved her ass on the bed was a real turn-on.
The way I felt, I thought I was going to fuck that bitch all night. I reached down and opened her slit. I'd never seen her in a skirt before and she had long, sexy white legs. I ran my hand up her thighs and she spread them so I could reach her snatch.
Her panties were soft nylon ones and under them her bush was damp and thick. I moved my fingers around against the seeping slit, pressing the fabric up and in. Then I pulled the panties down without taking off her skirt.
She sighed when I did that and it felt good, so good. She reached up and put her arms around my neck. Her fingers were warm and when she pulled me down on her, my arm pressed up into her cunt, my fingers like ice against her hot hole.
"You're so strong and hard," she said caressing my arm. "Your muscles!!"
I flexed my arm and the muscles bulged. She stroked them, feeling them all over hungrily. Her mouth was pressed in my neck and I rocked my chest against her tits.
She pumped her ass against my fingers and I plunged in. She was so wet and her bush was thick. I'd never felt a bush as thick as Carol's. It seemed to reach up her belly and down her legs. It was tangled, thick and creamy with her juice.
I knew that she would come hard with a snatch like that, so wet and ready. Her body twisted as I jammed my fingers in her and she cried out with lust for me to do it harder.
I pulled off her sweater and she had on a black bra Against her white skin the bra looked exciting. I pressed my mouth against the bottom edge of it and put my tongue underneath. She watched me.
I guess she liked to watch and see my face pressing against her flesh. She wiggled and cooed with pleasure as I pulled the tight bra with my teeth and licked the tender white flesh on the underside of her bra.
She forced her lips into my ear and her tongue into the hole, sucking. Her mouth was hot and she made soft, hungry sounds in the back of her throat as she chewed on me.
Her arms held tight against my chest and I churned my fingers on her cunt, feeling her long clit, sopping with juice and desire between her love lips. It hung like a tiny cock, engorged and ready for stroking as I did it.
Her hands found my belt and pulled it open. She ran her fingers up to the buttons and opened them too. Then she thrust her fingers under my pants and shorts and clutched my ass.
Her long, white fingers dug in and as she did I felt my dick stiffen even more. She ran her fingertips into the crease of my ass and tickled my asshole. She reached in even further and tickled the back of my balls. I thought I was going to shoot.
She pulled my pants down over my ass. Then she did the same for the shorts and my thick cock appeared. She stared at it as she slipped my pants all the way off. Then she slipped my shorts off my feet.
"It's so big and black," she said, hefting it in her fingers. "It looks like it wouldn't even fit inside me."
"I bet it'll fit," I said.
"Why don't you find out," she said.
I pulled off her bra and then she was naked. I stripped my shirt and she liked what she saw when I got it off and she saw my chest, hard and muscular. She touched it, exploring each crevice with her fingertips. Her mouth brushed against my shoulder and she licked there as if she were tasting me.
"You taste good," she said. "Really funky."
I pushed her back against the bed and crushed her tits against my chest. Her arms snaked around me and she ground her cunt at my cock. I pressed my thigh into the V of her crotch and she moaned. Her slit was wet and she spread her legs around mine, clinging to it and pumping.
"Fuck me," she murmured. "I want to feel your black cock."
She reached down and rolled my dick in her fingers. Her mouth sucked onto mine and she pulled her thighs back to expose her cunt. Her red slash was spread as she hiked her ass off the bed and the thick hairs around it pulled back for me to shove it in.
I got to tell you she was smooth. Smooth and hot the way white broads always are for me. That's when I discovered that it's all in the mind and that for them, fucking me was the height of sexiness. Just because I am black. And that's when I decided to take advantage.
I shoved my cock in all the way and she screamed as it slammed to the back of her cunt. She was one of those broads who like the shock of a dude's dick against their cervix.
I slid my cock in and out of her cunt, faster and faster until she whimpered and shuddered all over. Her snatch was sopping on my tool as I slid it back and forth in her.
Her nipples were the kind that get real hard when they get excited. I twisted one as hard as I could and she really started to come.
"Fuck me!! Fuck me with your hard cock," she begged. I was happy to.
I pressed my mouth on hers and shoved my tongue all the way in. She choked on it and sucked it as hard as she could. All the way in, she pulled me until there was nothing left to go.
She chewed real hungrily on it and clawed at my chest and belly. She was moaning and telling me how she liked my strong body, all muscles and hard cock. The more she did it, the more excited she got and then she couldn't talk anymore.
Her fingers dug painfully into my back and her heels pounded at my ass as I slammed my cock in to the hilt and stroked her until I spurted in her deep, hot cunt.
She felt me coming the first time and her-body moved like a hot mouth on mine as she exploded and came around my dick. I was coming harder than I had ever come before, my body dissolving and my fingers clutching spasmically at her.
I screamed with passion and we kissed wildly as we both exploded. Our bodies were warm against each other's and we rocked over and over until it was through.
She was speechless. Her whole frame trembled and she could hardly breathe.
"That was wonderful," she said. "Really far out."
I kissed her again, long and tenderly and felt her body move under me. That wasn't all we did that night. I'd never felt a broad as hot as she was. I just touched her and she would start to come.
I had her suck me off and while she did I ate her until she came again. Then I fucked her up the ass, the first time she had ever had her asshole fucked and she liked that. She said it felt so nice to have a thick black hose up her rear hole.
Yes sir! We fucked all night long, leaving just before it got light out so no one would see us. We drove around for a while and then I took her back to school. That sure was an eye-opening experience. I realized that I was living amidst plenty. I decided not to starve anymore.
Because Winston had a practice to go to, we terminated the interview then with the idea to resume it at a later date. I was very indebted to him for the opportunity to explore the relationship between a black athlete in the limelight and white women. It was decided that when he returned, we would discuss his life as a pro football player and how it affected his interracial love-making.
INTERVIEW TWO
When Winston returned to my office in two week's time, he was limping. When he lifted his pant's leg I could see that his leg was heavily taped. He seemed nonchalant about it though his tendon had been torn and he would have to be out of action for at least a month.
He seemed ever more relaxed than at our last meeting and he said that in a way he was relieved to be injured. The beginning of the season was always so tough.
He was dressed very casually in slacks and a pullover. But his massive, powerful body seemed to crouch in the chair, emanating power. We began where we left off, with Winston in college.
Like I was saying, I was ready for anything after I fucked with Carol. It was like a whole new world opening up to me. I'd never realized that white girls were like that, just dripping and horny for a black cock. Almost every single one of them will go right down if you just give them a little encouragement. I ought to know. I've tried must be a hundred and not one has turned me down!!
After Carol there was dozens in college. I couldn't get rid of them if I had wanted to. And I certainly didn't want to. No sir! I loved it.
It wasn't only the sex, although that was groovy. It was something else. It was doing something that was supposed to be taboo.
Now I know there ain't nothing wrong with fucking no white broad. They have cunts and tits just like the black ones do. But all my life, when I was a little kid there was always something special about a white woman. She was like a princess and black girls growing up thought that if they could turn white, they could be princesses to.
It was all a bunch of shit but everyone believed it whether they liked it or not. So when I got to school I was sort of inferior to all those white chicks, no matter how stupid they were. I was inferior because I THOUGHT I was inferior.
But finding out that they really craved me, just because I was black, opened my eyes. If they could be that stupid, well then they must really be dumb about everything. I mean to say no one who believes that one kind of person is sexier than another simply because of the way they look or the color of their skin can really be too bright. Not in the long run.
But that's exactly what they thought. They were brought up to fear me like a snake. I was the essence of sexuality for them, the black erotic thing inside all of them that was not nice to let out.
Don't look at me so surprised. Maybe I wasn't taking very difficult classes in college, but I used to read a lot and talk to lots of different guys. I used my brain and thought about a lot of these things.
They thought that I would make them sexy just by touching them. They thought that my cock tasted bigger, felt larger and lasted longer. And I loved to let them think so because as long as they did, it was true. They were so horny and wet that all I had to do was say I was available and they arranged everything. I had it made.
I was really sorry to leave college. I was all set and suddenly my eligibility was run out and I had to get out. Of course I was drafted by the pros and here I am. I was drafted pretty low, which is why I ended up on a good team. I can't figure out why that happened. Or I couldn't figure it out then. Now I'm a little more hip and it's not so difficult to understand.
I had a "rep." That meant that there was a book on me, they had my number. And what that consisted of was the knowledge that I went out a lot with white girls. I was their idol and took advantage of it.
I never realized that the pro teams put that much research into their draft choices. But when you're going to invest $100,000 I guess you want to know what you're buying.
Every player that gets drafted has some kind of a book on him. Some guys are thought to be hard workers and others have a reputation as good hitters. It all depends to a great extent on the rapport you had with your college coach. If he puts the rap on you then you get a bad book.
Well I didn't see eye to eye with one of the assistants that Coach Smith had then. He rode me all the time and tried to give me extra work-outs and shit like that. I didn't go for nonsense like that and we were fighting almost all the time. I almost rapped him upside the head one day. If the other guys hadn't have held me down, I would have.
I guess that's part of the reason I got a bad "rep." They knew that I didn't like to be pushed around. But the biggest knock on me was that I went out with white women. Somehow that was more important than my playing skills. They didn't want someone up there rocking the boat.
But I was such a great player as a senior that it sort of overcame any problem I had in the direction of discipline. They just couldn't resist all that power I had between the tackles. I can really put it to them and that's what really counts.
They don't like it that I ball so many white chicks. But in football, they'll put up with almost anything, and I mean anything, as long as you can produce.
You know there used to be one guy who brought chickens to training camp with him. Live chickens. And he used to fuck them in his room. There'd be all this screaming and fighting and after it was over the guy would be covered with scratches and the chicken was dead. It was pretty disgusting but the guy was a helluva center. So they put up with it.
All that shit about discipline is just that: a lot of shit. They let you do what the fuck you please as long as you produce. Most of the guys don't cause much trouble because that's the kind of guys they are. But the ones who really like to rip it up can get away with it as long as they produce. But when they start to lose it. Zip! Out they go.
Well I was drafted and they paid me a whole shit-load of money to come up here and bust heads for them. And I've done it and everyone is pretty happy all around. We won one championship and we been in contention the whole five years I been with the club.
But still they don't feel comfortable with me. I'm liable to show up at a cocktail party with some gorgeous blonde on my arm and it puts them uptight. They know why the blonde is with me. She wants a good piece of action. She wants to feel the pressure of my cock.
And it puts all those farts uptight to see it. They all got bags of wives and they haven't had a decent piece, white or black, in fifteen years. The only way they can express their hostility is by being pissed off at me.
It was really a big deal after I signed my contract. Right away I knew things would be different. It was the big leagues and everyone did it for money. There was none of that phony rah-rah stuff.
That first season I was in for a real hard time. A lot of the older guys were real crackers and there weren't quite as many black guys on the team as there are now. So we had to take more than the average rookie hazing.
But I didn't take it for long. I knew that I was there to stay and no cracker was going to dump on me just because he had been there longer than I had. That's a load of crap.
Training camp was a real scene. Man it was far out. That was when we were still training in this small town, at a boy's school. What a dump. It was crummy. I don't have any idea why we went there. Real shitty. A rathole.
But there we were in this real asshole town. I know everyone has a different place which they describe as the asshole of the world. But this town was definitely the only one.
The people hated us there. They were afraid of all of us because we were bigger than them and we were from the city. They hated the black folks on the team because we were black and the white guys because they hung around with us.
Sometimes they would come out and watch us practice. They'd just sit there and act real stupid. Shit! I hated them. Right away I knew that there was going to be trouble because among the people who came to watch us every day there were some really out-of-sight chicks. All white.
I knew I was going to pick up on a little of that kind of action. I just didn't know whether the repercussions would drive me right out of town. I was going to take the chance. Wasn't any way that cracker town was going to stop me!
We had been there about two weeks. Two-a-day practices and the heat was about a hundred. We were all about half crazy and so sore I could hardly he down. I ached in places I never knew I had and I had been hit so hard that I thought my teeth were going to fall out. Shit. It was rough. A lot rougher than college.
It was getting pretty far out and I didn't know how long I could take it. I'd never had to endure anything like that. Now that was in the pros I expected to be treated like one. Not like a kid.
One day after practice we were straggling off the field. Man I tell you it was so hot you could have fried an egg on my helmet. My ass was dragging and I damn near thought I was going to die. Shit!
We were crossing the road to the locker room. There was a chick with short brown hair and a figure that just didn't stop. She was built! She had on one of those summer shifts, the kind with designs all over it in greens and yellows. It was flimsy and the way she leaned against the fence there she wasn't hiding nothing.
Well everyone gave her the eye but we were so tired that no one even whistled. You know we were tired because she had the most gorgeous oval face, big green eyes and succulent tits I'd seen in months.
Just as I was passing, she came up and stuffed a note in my hand. Without saying anything else, she walked off. Only one guy saw her do it and he was my buddy, P.Z. He wasn't going to get me in trouble.
I was sure I had to play it cool because I was a rookie and so I didn't go shooting my mouth off. In fact I didn't even look at the damn thing until I got to the dorms that night.
When I did open it I found a name, an address and the instruction to come alone. I was cool. I went and looked her name up in the phone book and tried to find her number. But she had it unlisted. It was going to be more dangerous than I thought.
But I was horny. I hadn't gotten laid in almost a month and I was going nuts. Fuck! A month is forever! So I decided to risk it.
I slipped out the back of the dorm and down the hill into town. I had a general idea of the location and I found it easy enough. I knew there would be bed checks but I had rigged up a dummy in my bed and P.Z. was going to cover for me. He was good at it.
I found the street in a sort of fancy neighborhood. I was glad that I had decided to be well-dressed because I didn't want to look like a suspicious nigger, if you know what I mean.
I found the address. It was a big house set back from the street and surrounded by hedges and thick shrubbery. It looked pretty posh. But then I never let the social standing of a woman let that discourage from tasting her charms.
I walked to the window and peered in. The place was very nicely furnished, soft sofa, large easy chairs and a fireplace. Their were paintings on the wall and sitting under one of them was Catherine.
That was her name. Catherine Yorkshire. Pretty fancy, hunh? She looked like she was alone so I rang. She came to the door and looked surprised.
"I didn't think you'd come so soon, Winston," she said.
"I hope I'm not intruding," I said.
"Of course not," she said.
I was playing it to the hilt. The gentleman's role. After all, I'm a college man.
She ushered me into the living room and offered me a drink. I took a beer because I was in training. She made herself a gin and tonic and sat down. She was even more lovely close up, without the haze of fatigue to cloud my vision.
Her blouse was crisp and yellow and it revealed her bust, full and high on her chest. Her waist was narrow and as she crossed her legs, her skirt slid up past her knees to reveal her thighs as long and just full enough to be interesting.
"It's a shame my husband isn't here," she said. "He's a great fan of yours. He followed your college career."
"Yes," I replied. "It is too bad."
"But he won't be home for a week. He's out of town on business."
She gave me a significant look as she said that. Then she lowered her eyes and sipped her drink. Her hair shone in the light from the lamp beside her. Everything was so tasteful. I knew that she was very rich and that just gave an added kick to the whole thing.
We sat in silence for a little while. I let the tension build up because it's good for getting them in the mood. After awhile that's all they can think of. I just drank my beer and undressed her with my eyes.
Suddenly she got up, put her drink down and began unbuttoning her blouse. I just sat there and watched. Her fingers moved quickly until it was open to her navel. Her belly was richly tanned, healthy summers yachting no doubt. Her tits were sheathed with a white bra, the kind with little support. She didn't need it.
She pulled her blouse from the waist of the shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. I kept my eyes glued on those tits. They were big, much bigger than the rest of her and they seemed to belong to someone else. Her blouse fell to the floor and then she opened her skirt and slipped it down.
She put her hands on her hips and looked at me, dressed only in her bra, panties, stockings and garter belt.
"Well," she said. "Aren't you going to do anything?"
I put the beer down.
She came toward me, her hips swaying and her tits bulging against the bra as she walked. "Your husband's a lucky man," I said.
"He doesn't appreciate what he's got," she said. "He's got a tiger and he treats me like a pussycat."
I got up and came toward her. She stood stock-still and waited as I reached out for her tits. Her mouth was wide with passion and I closed both hands on her luscious orbs.
Shit they were hard!! I've never felt such hard tits in my whole life. They were huge but they didn't hang. They just held right there on her chest as I stroked them.
"That's right big boy," she said. "Rub my tits. Make them stiff and make me feel good."
She had her eyes closed and her fingers clutched at her backside. I tore her bra off and shoved my mouth hungrily down on her nipples. They were soft and I pulled them into my mouth to make them hard. I rolled my tongue ravenously around the rubbery things, biting and gnawing.
I was hot I hadn't had a piece in a month and my cock was ready to do it. Man I wanted to groove. I pulled her boobs in my mouth and my hands pawed her sensuously. I made her move around as I sucked her tits.
I shoved my hand down on her pussy, feeling it through her panties. She whimpered and spread her legs. She liked having her pussy rubbed. I yanked at her panties and she pulled them off her hips herself.
"Fuck me," she said. "I want you to do it to me hard. Don't be afraid. You can't hurt me. I want you to fuck it to me as hard as you can."
I threw her back against the sofa and tumbled onto her. She pulled at my shirt and undershirt as I yanked open my pants and pulled them off. Everything was in a heap on the floor in a moment.
I rolled her thigh up in the air and slid my cock against the inside of it. She moaned, reached down and took it in her fingers. Her hands were cold as she did that and my pecker jumped.
"You like that?" she said.
I sure did. I told her so.
"Well see how you like this," she said and slid down the couch under me so my crotch was lying on her face. I lay on my chest and her head was buried under my cock and balls. She sucked my balls deep and warm for a moment and then pulled my pecker in her mouth and started sucking.
She pulled it as far down her throat as I've ever felt anyone do it to me. She pressed her nose against my bush and shook her head greedily. She sucked hard on the meat and I moved my ass up and down rhythmically on her mouth.
She had her fingers on my balls and her hand kneaded them as they grew fuller and more ready to come. She had a real good thing going. Her finger slipped wet into my asshole and my cock bulged even more.
She loved to wiggle the tip of her tongue in the hole of my prick, sucking it and flicking it there as if she were trying to clean me out. Her fingers stroked my balls and the one up my asshole thrashed and tickled me inside until I screamed with pleasure and started to come.
I was panting. It felt as if my whole body was going to shoot right out my prick. A month of hard work and no sex had built me up to an incredible climax. I rocked my ass around and around and let her suck with her white fingers on my balls until the fire got like the sun and I burst into her, hot and sweet.
Shit I must have come a gallon. Over and over I spurted and she sucked me shot for shot until I was spent. She held my prick in her mouth a few moments and then licked my balls all over.
She slipped out from under me and I rolled over for her to lay on my stomach. She moved her cunt around on my crotch warmly and kissed my chest. She moved her tongue around, licking and tasting all the salt of my sweat.
"You sure came a lot," she said.
"That's because you suck so good," I replied. It was the truth and it made her fairly glow.
She moved her ass round and around on me and slipped her hand down onto my balls to stir me up again. It wasn't hard. I'm not a one-fuck man. Especially when I haven't had it for a long time, one fuck just warms me up. No matter how much gism I shoot out, I'm always ready almost right away. It's something emotional, in here.
She held my balls in her hand and rolled them. That felt so good and my prick began to grow and stiffen. It felt so hard that I wanted to jam it into her. But she kept it in her hand, stroking and bending it until I was going crazy.
I pulled her head to mine and we kissed. Her mouth was hot and salty from my come and she kissed me and moved her hard tits against my chest. I took one in each hand and pulled them hard around against me. Her nipples were stiff and ready. I rolled each one and she began to grind her cunt at my stiff cock.
She climbed on me, straddled her legs on either side of my hips and slipped my cock up her cunt. I groaned with pleasure and she smiled. Her fingers played with the base of my dick, moving it back and forth and spearing the tip of my cock around inside her.
She was wet, her cream dripping against my dick. Her cunt was soft and very large inside. But the way she squeezed me with her vagina made me ache to shove it hard. She clawed my chest as my prick rammed all the way up her a second time.
I grabbed her ass in my hands and jammed it forward against my prick. She moaned and gyrated her ass around, pulling my prick with it. I started to scream with pleasure.
She moved it so nice and smooth. Her face was contorted with lust and she spiked herself up and down on my meat moaning for me to do it harder. I pulled on her back but she stayed upright, screwing my prick higher and higher into her.
I reached up and massaged her hard tits, pulling and stroking her nipples which became like stones. Around and around she humped me.
She bucked. She went wild clawing at my chest until she started to come. She reached around behind and took my balls in her hands. As she bucked, she moved them in her grip and tickled them until I came.
And I came hard. It burst right up into her white cunt, spurting like a sweet spear until we were both spent. I tell you that bitch could move her ass. And that wasn't the only time I diddled her. No sir. I went back there lots of times. Every summer I came back until we moved the camp back to the city. That was the only bad thing about leaving that motherfucking town. I missed her.
You see it's been like that ever since I balled my first white woman. I ain't never going to stop. Never. As long as they're hot for my black cock, I'll put it to them.
CONCLUSION
Wilson was a good subject for my interview by virtue of his rather special position. As a famous athlete he was treated in an even more exaggerated way than normally would have been the case with a black male.
White women flocked to him and he used them, just as they used him. He seemed very pleased with the whole situation and on the whole it is a good case in point: Mutual exploitation.
CASE HISTORY THREE
Subject: Flora A.
Age: Twenty-nine
INTERVIEW ONE
Flora A. was an assistant to one of the deans in the college. I had seen her many times in my travels through the miles of red tape which I had to wade in to get anything accomplished around there.
I had noticed only that she was a young black woman in her middle twenties, on the tall side with an Afro and bright clothes. She was neither friendly nor unfriendly but I had never notice quite how beautiful she was.
She had a round face, round cheeks and almond eyes. Her complexion was very dark as was her hair and her figure was long and graceful. Her whole body had a quiet beauty and attraction which I only noticed when I began to interview her.
It was the dean who recommended that I interview her. He had heard stories about her, her love affairs, interracial and otherwise and suggested she might be very willing to talk to me.
What follows is the transcript of our first interview in its whole. It is unedited, just as she spoke it to me.
Hello honey. I've seen you around but I never thought that you'd be interested in the kind of things I've been doing. I guess I got a bit of a reputation over there in the dean's office. I don't know how all that shit gets going but I suppose it's only natural. I don't do nothing to hide it.
The funny part of is that I never thought that I'd be here telling some white man all about it. But I guess that there's no harm in it. You might learn something about it all. I'd like to tell my side of it.
I've been in this place about seven years. Shit. It can't be that long. But it is and I think that the only reason I stayed that long is that this is a great place to have a scene.
Lots of women they want to grab some guy, get married and settle down to raise a family. But not me! I want to have a good time first and I'm not about ready to give up the groovy life I lead for any wedding ring. It ain't worth it.
As far as sex is concerned, anything goes with me. I'll try anything once and I've tried a lot of things Jim, a lot. You know what I mean? I don't fuck around with anything. When I want it, I take it. That's that.
Now it's not a great big social thing with me. I've had lots of white guys and white women too. I love the feel of bodies, any kind of body against mine. The touch of human flesh is the biggest turn-on going.
I started out at this place as a damn secretary. That was in the days when they weren't hiring too many blacks, just a few to show that they were liberal. So I was a damn secretary and I hate it. But I kept at it and by now I'm as assistant to the dean. I got some real power there. Ain't no one going to take that away.
When I started working there I was plenty scared. I come from a small, black school down south and I didn't know doodly squat about anything in a big, white university. But I learned fast.
The first thing I learned was that no one knew what the hell they were doing. No one. So I was even with them right from the very first day. Second I learned that they were all scared of anyone who was a little pushy. So I was ahead of them from the first because I could be real pushy when I wanted to.
Finally I learned that being a black woman in that place meant that everyone was after my ass. Some people wanted to kick it and others wanted to fuck it. And sometimes those were one in the same people.
I learned to tell who was which and when to avoid the kickers and take advantage of the fuckers. It's been peaches and cream all the way ever since.
I remember a long time ago, when I hadn't been here but six months. Shit I was only twenty-three at the time. There was this dean in another department. He was tall and blond, very high-class looking and well-dressed.
He always wore good suits and expensive shoes. Always had on a clean shirt and a pretty tie. Looked like he might have had his fingernails manicured. All the other guys in there looked pretty sloppy most of the time. Same suit, same tie, same shirt. Pretty slovenly.
All the time since I had gotten there this dude had been coming on to me. He was always polite and he even helped me on my job when I needed it. But I knew that something was cooking. No white man is nice to a black woman like that for nothing. He always wants something.
Anyway he kept that up for almost six months, but never came right out and said that he wanted to ball me. I was pretty near ready to slug him. I couldn't stand such two-faced behavior. I would rather he'd be a pig about it. Then I'd know where I stood.
Well I got a couple of promotions in that time and I had to admit that some of it was due to him. Not that I didn't deserve it, hell no. I worked my butt off doing all the shit jobs around that place. I was a woman AND a black. So I really got the raw end of things.
But a couple of times he helped me out of jams by pointing me in the right direction. If I had fucked up those times like I was going to do without his help, I don't think I'd have gotten the raises.
So I guess he thought that I'd be grateful to him. But I was too smart for that. He even invited me to one of his parties. He had these pretty wild parties and I'd heard about them from one of the other women who was there. They were supposed to be next to orgies, almost that wild.
The other woman was all excited about them and she wanted to get invited. But I was cook I didn't drool over it. I just said that I didn't know if they were up to my standards.
Well that about blew the other gal's mind and she didn't talk to me much after that. Uptight bitch!
But sure enough, the next week I got invited. I wasn't going to go but I had nothing better to do. Besides, a poor working girl like me can't afford to pass up some free food and drinks. You never know when you're going to run up on them again.
His name was Chauncey. I swear that's what it was and he had a swank apartment high up over the city. I guess he was born with a lot of money because he sure wasn't making enough bread at the university to get and keep a place like that.
I guess maybe he thought he was doing some kind of social service by working at the place. What a joke. He wanted to be dean someday. I could tell. Well he had this real fancy place, a penthouse and it was carpeted wall-to-wall, had crystal glassware all over the place, real silver and paintings on the wall.
Everything was expensive and subdued. There wasn't anything garish. It was real class. I, decided to go there alone and I was glad I did. In those days it would have been hell getting into a building like that with a black man. I went with one of the other secretaries who had been invited. She was white and sort of my escort.
Chauncey had invited about fifty people, mostly old friends and folks from the college. So there was a whole bunch of different types. Most of the white folks there, and there were hardly any other black folks, talked with their teeth clenched, like they all had broken jaws.
We stood around and had drinks. There wasn't much food, just little canapes which were hardly bigger than your little finger. I was so hungry I thought I was going to die. Thought maybe I'd just pull down some dude's pants and start sucking away.
But the drinks were strong enough. I kept sopping them up, getting more and more tipsy, feeling like a real drunk.
I had on my black whore outfit. I call it that because it really makes people turn around and look at me. Back then it was spike heels, short, black vinyl skirt, leather belt, pink sweater, real tight and a brass band around my neck.
When I came into the party everyone of those honkies turned around to look and the chicks they looked at me with fear. Like they thought I was going to steal their man away and make him do something he really wanted to do all along.
The best way to describe it is to say that they looked at me like I was a snake. I was something evil and dirty and they were afraid of me. But I knew where I was at.
I went right over to Chauncey and he started making me drinks and introducing me around. He was courteous and sweet like he always was. I couldn't figure him out. He introduced me to his girlfriend. She was named Cynthia.
Now Cynthia looked like she stepped off the cover of one of the fashion magazines. She was tall, blonde, skinny and had high cheekbones. She wore her hair severely pulled back and her face was perfectly made up.
We made small talk about the school, the usual nonsense. The best way to describe that kind of stuff is donkey's braying softly to each other. I know because I've heard donkey's braying.
Of course I went right along with them. It wasn't too hard and after a while I found that I was laughing right along with them about all the stupid-ass things that went down there.
Pretty soon we were all drunk and I was drunker than all of them put together. Shit, I was flying. I was laughing and falling against people. But they didn't seem to mind very much.
After a bit Chauncey took me and Cynthia by the hand and pulled us down the long hall to a room. He said he wanted to show us some painting he had just gotten. I went right along.
When we got inside he closed the door carefully and locked it. The room was sort of a den, but it had almost no furniture. Instead there was a very thick rug on the floor, white and shaggy and soft pillows, silken and shinny lying against the walls. There was a large, low mattress occupying one side of the room and it was covered with a colorful piece of fabric. Pillows were everywhere and I could feel the softness underfoot. There was something soft under there.
I was bouncing from side to side, swaying slightly. The best way to describe that was that I was high. The awful feeling that I was being looked at was gone and I started to think maybe we could get a scene going.
The door was locked, the room was dimly lit and Chauncey was looking better and better.
"How do you like my gallery?" he said. "I've planned it especially to please."
I told him that I dug it and he smiled. There was a lasciviousness in his grin. I liked that. Cynthia stood there cold as ever, her long, white legs looking pretty and rather removed.
He came over and leaned against my shoulder, kissing me on the ear. He was just as tall as I was and when he licked his tongue in there I shivered all over.
"I've been wanting to do that ever since you came here," he said. "I've been watching you all along and I think that we could really get it on. If you know what I mean."
I smiled and reached down. His clothes were impeccable as usual, three piece shit and expensive tailored shirt. I saw that his dick was bulging against the sharkskin suit and I unzipped his fly.
He giggled as I did and when I pushed my hot fingers in he sighed. I pulled his tool out and Cynthia watched, wide-eyed. I guessed that it wasn't the first time that she had seen another chick doing it with her man. He looked like the kind of rich cat who got into that kind of thing.
As a matter-of-fact, Cynthia looked like the kind of hard, depraved white chick who could get into anything, including some other woman's pants. I knew that I was in for a swinging time!
He pressed his face against my ear and sucked hard. The sound of his tongue in there made my nipples stiff. I've got such hot tits. The first thing a man does to me and wham, I get all hot and my nipples get stiff.
My fingers were so sexy on his crotch and I reached deep in there and pulled out his tool. Cynthia couldn't take her eyes off my fingers. I guess she liked the sight of my long, black fingers on her man's prick. His tool was hard and the veins were bulging and pounding with blood.
Each time I tweaked the tip of his dick he jumped and his tool throbbed. I've got a way of rubbing a guy's cock with my whole hand which makes him die. I've got the gentlest touch and they just love it. But when I get hot I can be hard too.
I stroked up and down the length of it and then I went onto my knees and sucked his tool in my mouth. He groaned and shoved his ass forward at me hungrily. His balls were damp in there and I held them in my fingers as I sucked his cock to the back of my mouth.
Cynthia came up and rested her crotch on my head. She had pulled off her skirt and panties. Her bush was warm and wet on my head and she worked it around.
She was going to come against my head. I'd never had a woman do that before. It made my nipples stiff and my cunt damp with confused and aching moisture. She ground her head down so hard that my hair pushed up into her slit.
She was wet Shit was she wet and I could feel it against me! Her fingers stroked my throat as I slicked her man's dick. She watched as I pulled it all the way out of my mouth and ran my tongue up and down. Ooooh. It tasted so good and salty.
I like a cock that tastes funky and his tasted like he hadn't washed in a week Maybe he wasn't as clean as I thought, or as straight.
He opened his belt, slipped his pants down and pulled off his shorts. He took off his jacket and shirt and stood naked in front of me. The only way I knew to jack a guy off to make him scream was to suck his dick in my mouth.
He pulled off his girlfriend's blouse and she was braless underneath. I couldn't believe it. Back then I thought everyone wore a bra. But there she was, her nipples sticking straight up and her belly tight and hard as he pulled her against his naked chest.
She groaned as he pulled her tight and kissed her. His fingers felt in back of her, slipped down into her ass crack and poking at her hole. I could feel him down there, digging in and popping his finger in and out of her asshole. She was dripping cunt juice and he used some of that to lubricate her dark little shit hole.
I kept sucking him under there, pulling for all I was worth and his balls began to tighten. He groaned and pulled at my head, his fingers reaching all the way down my neck and fondling my tits.
I've got big ones and they're nice and firm. They don't droop and when the nipples are stiff and they swell with desire, there isn't a man alive can resist them.
He crushed them in his fingers and pulled them from side to side. His legs shook with lust and his balls got even harder. I slipped a fingertip against his asshole and tickled him.
He groaned and thrashed his ass around in my hands. His buttocks tightened and I sucked his prick deep in my throat. I love to suck cock and when I rubbed the base of it against my lips with my fingers, well I guess that made him feel good.
My fingers roamed all over, caressing and pulling at him. Cynthia was groaning with lust too. She worked her ass around and around on my head, coming wildly. I felt the juice on my hair and deep against my scalp.
She had her hands down around my lips, feeling where my big, black lips sucked on her boyfriend's dick. She liked to rub them back and forth on his tool and make him groan even more.
The harder and faster she rubbed the more he groaned. He felt her stick her fingers in my mouth and tickle alongside his cock. He shivered when she did that. It made her go almost crazy. Her fingers pulled on his tool madly as she started to come.
I was sucking and panting, trying to blow him as hard as I could. She stroked his dick and he bellowed like a bull and crammed it all the way in and came. It came from nowhere, bursting into my mouth like a fire and making me suck the cream.
Sucking, sucking like a mad woman, I drank it all until his tool had spent every drop. He fell to the floor and lay there. But I wanted more. I pulled Cynthia into my cunt and shoved her head at my clit. She licked warmly over my member and I clasped her head in my legs.
I pumped her hard with my thighs as she went down into my hole and licked it out. Her tongue stuck into me like a small, flashing cock and I pulled her bush against my mouth.
She was big and hairy down there, a contrast with the rest of her which was small and delicate. Her cunt was long and thickly haired. I chewed into that bush and found her clit. It was long also, soft and delightful to chew. I pulled it into my mouth and licked the length. She groaned with pleasure and we rolled on the floor.
Her legs clutched at my head and I had my arms around her ass. Locked together like that we played with each other, massaging assholes and sticking our tongues in and out of each other's hole.
She began to gyrate and moan. She sounded lost and anguished. I pumped that mother harder with my tongue, licking as fast as I could and she started to come.
I like that tongue in my cunt to be slow and sensual so I clamped my thighs tight around her head and made her do it slow and harder. Fighting into my juicy twat was a real sweet job for her.
She clawed at my buttocks, pulling at the cheeks and rubbing them soft and sensuously. She tickled my asshole. I'd never felt such sweetness. I rolled around and around and suddenly I felt something behind me.
It was Chauncey and he was hard again. He rolled up so I was on top of Cynthia and his prick was suspended behind my rear. He shoved his prick down between my legs, brushing it on my cunt.
I shivered as I felt the touch of his hard tool and his girlfriend sucked it all the way in and sighed. Her body was moving sexily on mine and she pulled his come-smeared prick all the way into her mouth and bathed it with her spit.
He pulled it out of her pussy and ran the tip against my slit again. I was brimming with juice and I thought he was going to shove it right up me. But instead, he took the tip of it in his fingers and worked it around in the mouth of my cunt.
Then he pushed it against my asshole and I moaned with pleasure. I loved to be fucked up the ass. I especially like it when white men do it. It's so sweet and I loved the way their balls hang down against my cunt. I just go crazy.
Well I worked the tip around and around until he went all the way in. I screamed with pleasure as my tight hole gave and he slid in to the hilt.
Cynthia pressed her warm lips at my clit and licked. Her body stroked at mine and I licked hungrily at her slit. Her fingers tickled and rubbed where his prick was buried deep in my rectum.
Oooh. I tell you that it felt GOOD! She stroked his balls and he went crazy in my asshole. In and out he sawed and I felt his fingers clawing at my back. He moaned and gasped, his tool going rock-hard to the back of my ass. His dick felt as if it were growing in me as I took it further and further in.
All at once I felt him lurch. I buried my lips in ecstasy in his girlfriend's pussy as his fingers dug into my neck and he spurted and gushed his semen into my waiting asshole.
When he was finished he pulled out and Cynthia licked him. She went down all the way, pulling his balls so they got hard and his dick grew. She licked the little creases in his twice-used prick, sucking all the damp, funky flavor from it.
Then she came over to me and went down on my pussy. This time she crouched down there and tickled the tip of he tongue so far back in my cunt that I thought I was going to come all over the floor with pleasure.
Over and over her tongue speared into me and she panted with lust and made me come. I just rocked back and forth, her hand massaging my tits as I came and came all at once.
It was hard, like a huge wave and it carried me away so I didn't know what was happening. When I woke up, Chauncey was on top of Cynthia, fucking her hard.
She was rocking back, her knees, thighs and ass in the air and whimpering as he spiked his dick in and out of her. Over and over he stroked and she moved in perfect time to him.
It was quite a show.
He reached over and worked his finger in my cunt. My clit throbbed when he touched me and I started to come as he did. His fingers trembled with delight as he spurted into her creamy pussy, her vagina contracting on him.
I could almost feel his dick squirming in and out of her hole and he bellowed again like a bull until he was spent and panting for breath.
I decided to ask Flora to return for another interview. In light of her varied and immense experience I wanted to be sure to get all the important information.
It was perfectly agreeable to her. In fact she said that she enjoyed rapping with me. I was glad for she had proved to be a gold mine of information on interracial love. And after our first interview, I was sure that we had just scratched the surface.
INTERVIEW TWO
When Flora found time in her busy schedule to come back and visit me, almost two months had passed. In that time she had gotten another promotion and was now a temporary dean in the office of Student Affairs. She was very happy but no more sanguine about her co-workers.
She came to my office wearing a long, brightly-colored robe and sandals. It was still autumn out and I had the window open. The sound of leaves scuffling on the grass underfoot and the smell of fall was in the air.
Flora began talking and she was very excited. It was as if she were trying to squeeze in as much as she could. I just let her ramble on, glad to have her as a source for my study.
Here is the transcript of this interview.
Shit! It's been a while since I saw you. Time goes right on by, doesn't it? Things really happen fast when they happen around here. I got a promotion. I suppose you would have heard. It's a good deal, lots more money, prestige and all that shit.
Now I can order a lot of people around instead of them telling me what to do. Much better arrangement. You'd think they would have thought of it before. Of course I don't say they're any nicer there.
Still a bunch of honkies, every last one of them, including Chauncey. He's the biggest prick of them all. I found that out just these last two months. I told you about him and me. And about Cynthia that cunt.
Well we've been fooling around together ever since that first time. I found out that they're both rolling in money and so they don't need to work. As a matter-of-fact, they don't need to do anything at all but sit home and let the money come pouring on in.
But us poor working girls have to slave just to keep the roof over our heads. That's why I didn't mind taking advantage of them like I do. What the fuck do I care if I rip them off for a few thousand dollars? They've got more than that put away in the cookie jar!
None of the Uncle Tom, bourgeois morality. If they have it, I ought to have it too. I'm not going to get that bread from my job. So I get it any way I can.
I've ripped them off for thousands! And they go right along with it. I take vacations and charge it to them. I buy jewelry and furs and put it on their bill. And they charge it.
I guess they're guilty or something. I bet her great-great-grandfather was a slave-holder. That's it! But I don't really care why they do it. Just as long as I could get away with it.
But that's all finished now. They're both shits and I won't have anything more to do with them. I guess you're wondering what happened to sour such a groovy scene. Well it was just the usual honky shit.
I was just about to get my promotion and everyone in the office was very happy about it. But Chauncey, who works in another section of the school didn't seem very happy.
I asked him what the matter was but he wouldn't tell me. About four days before I was to hear officially about the appointment, I got called into my boss's office and he started rapping on me.
"I don't know if well be able to consummate this thing," he said. Pretty sharp choice of words, I thought.
When I asked him why he told me that I would have to ask Chauncey. Well Chauncey wasn't at school that week and he didn't have a phone. I was pretty pissed off so I decided to go to his penthouse right after I got off from work.
It was real hot out that night and I didn't wear anything heavy, just a light dress and thin sweater. When I got there, they let me right in. After all this time, at least they recognize me.
Well I got up there and Chauncey let me in, suave as usual. And who should be sitting on the couch in the living room but my boss. I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say.
He was like a real creepy guy, sort of pimply and about forty. He was skinny and white. He had a dark complexion, sort of greasy-looking. His name was Alex and I said hello and sat down on the couch next to him.
He smelled of cologne and he was already half drunk. I'd never been with him socially but I had heard that he was a real womanizer. He chased skirts is what I mean.
Chauncey made himself another drink and we sat making conversation. It wasn't too hard because, Chauncey was never at a loss for words. But the two of us, Alex and I didn't have much to say.
Finally I got up the nerve to broach the subject of my job. Alex looked uncomfortable. I think he had good reason to.
"Well you see," he said. "I'm not saying that I don't think you can do the job. On the contrary I think you are very qualified. But there are other things to consider.
"In this case, I think that it's a case of 'I scratch your back and you scratch mine.' "
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"What do you think it means?" Chauncey broke in.
"I've got a pretty good idea."
"I think you're right," Chauncey said, rolling the glass of scotch he was holding in his hand.
"Well you can fuck that," I said.
"I don't think you ought to be so hasty," he said. "This job is very important to you. Isn't it?"
He had me there because it was very important. I had bought a new car with the idea that I'd be making a lot more money. If I didn't get the job I'd be really fucked. As far as it went, he was right.
"Well what is it you want?" I said.
"I don't want anything, darling," Chauncey said, trying to be charming.
I turned to Alex.
"Then it's you," I said.
He looked ashamed but greasy at the same time I knew he'd want something disgusting.
"I think I deserve a little something," he said. "You've been spreading it all over the office. I've been watching you ever since you came to the university and I've wanted you ever since then.
"Give me a chance and I'll be good to you. I'll do it for you like no one has ever done it for you. I'll be good. Give me a chance."
He went on and on like that. It was really repulsive and I shook my head in disgust. But then he got nasty.
"If you won't do this one little thing for me, why should I do anything for you?" he said. "Maybe you won't get the appointment after all."
I was really pissed. He was such a prick and he wanted to keep me from getting that job. I deserved better than that!
He smiled at me. I mean I think it was a smile although it looked like a leer. I could feel my skin crawl as I thought of his greasy body pressing on mine and his prick pushing up into my cunt. I like to fuck, but I have my standards!
He kept looking at me, his eyes shining like he was some kind of animal. It was repulsive. But I got the idea that if I wanted that job, I'd have to do whatever it was he wanted. No shit!!
Chauncey got up and came and put his hand on my shoulder.
"It won't be so bad," he said.
I told him he was a fucking pimp and he only smiled. Only rich people can smile at something like that. And they're really they ones who are the pimps. Big-time pimps.
Well Alex kept staring at me and breathing hard. I can't imagine how long he had been dreaming of fucking me. He's been my boss ever since I got there. He must have been dreaming about me for years, beating off thinking how he'd like to get his white cock into my sweet, black pussy.
Well I decided to get it over with so I stood up and pulled my sweater off. Then I unzipped my dress and stepped out of that. I don't wear a bra anymore and my tits hung there naked. His eyes just about popped out of his head.
I slipped my fingers into my panties and slid them quickly off. Then I was standing naked, black and beautiful.
"Want a whiff of my black quim?" I said.
If I had to go through with it I decided to make it as dirty as possible for him. He'd probably like that sort of thing anyway.
I put both my hands on my hips, spread my legs and stood there, just looking at him. He stood up and pulled his jacket and then his tie off. He yanked frantically at his belt and Chauncey sat there watching him coolly.
"What's the matter with you?" I said to Chauncey. "Don't you want to join in? Used to be you couldn't wait to get a taste of this dark meat. You lose your appetite?"
"I think I'll just watch," he said.
"Suit yourself," I said.
Alex was out of his clothes by then, all skin and bones, hairy, hollow chest and bandy legs. His cock though was long and hose-like. I had expected something much smaller.
I cupped my hands on my tits and rubbed them, letting him see what black boobs look like when they are being caressed. He came toward me. I backed away.
"How you want to suck me?" I asked.
He just panted and lunged for me. I shoved him hard on the bridge of the nose and he fell to the floor. I put my foot on his neck and looked down at him.
"I bet you like being pushed around," I said.
He stared up into my bush, his dick throbbing hungrily and his whole body heaving.
"I want to suck your cunt," he said. "Just let me suck your pussy. I've never tasted black pussy before."
I lifted my foot and settled back on the couch. I had my back against the cushions and my legs extended, feet flat on the floor. I spread my legs and pulled the lips of my pussy apart so he could see how red and juicy I was.
"Go ahead," I said. "Eat as much as you like."
He dove into my crotch, his tongue extended like a man dying of thirst. He shoved it right into my quim and sucked hard. His hands rubbed my tits and belly. He was moaning with pleasure, burying his face all the way up to his ears.
I ground his head in there with my hands and lay back on the couch, letting the good feeling of his tongue transport me. He was a good cunt-sucker. He knew how to take my clit in his mouth with his lips and pull it in and out over his teeth. He rubbed my ass and clutched at the cheeks. He pulled on them hard and panted with lust.
His stiff prick moved against my legs. I brushed it back and forth with my knee and each time I touched it he jumped as if I were touching him with a cattle prod.
He moaned and dug his tongue so far up my hole that his body seemed like it was going to snake right up me. Faster and faster I pushed it forward, starting to come.
I shouted for him to do it faster. I didn't want him to stop just when I was going to come. I pumped it at his face, feeling that sweet, hot openness and begging for him to suck me harder.
I pulled my ass around, gyrating it on his tongue until I did come, long and hard waves of pleasure which beat through me, pounding harder, harder until I was satisfied.
I pushed his mouth out of my crotch and held it against my thigh. He was panting and trembling with the electricity of my orgasm. It had excited him so much and the pressure of my leg on his prick seemed as if it would be too much.
I ground his mouth on the firm flesh on the inside of my leg and he nibbled hungrily there. Then I got down on the floor and felt the deep pile of the carpet on my belly and tits.
Oooh! My tits felt so nice and big against it and Chauncey watched me. He hadn't even gotten out of his chair. All the while he sat there sipping his drink and smiling.
"Now suck my ass," I ordered Alex. I pushed my behind up slightly and reached around to spread my cheeks.
"Spread them for me," I ordered him and he did. He put his hands on my buttocks and they were trembling. His fingers pulled the cheeks and he slid into my valley, murmuring at how good it smelled.
I forced my ass up further and he pressed his tongue into my crease. He licked hotly on my asshole and I sighed. It was so good and I jammed it up against his face. He was going wild again. The smell, the taste, the feel of my asshole made him moan and he sucked it as hard as he could.
It felt like a hot worm squirming at my behind and as he licked I felt myself begin to come again. I reached down and stroked my clit. It was starting to throb and with his hot muscle on my asshole it was easy.
Up and down I pumped and he snaked his tongue inch after inch into my asshole, wiggling it furiously until his teeth pressed hard against my tailbone and his tongue was right up my hole.
Deep inside he tickled me and I thrashed with lust. So hot and wet up there and I churned his mouth around until I came on my own finger. I stroked myself, loving the feel of my own finger and the pressure and his mouth on my asshole.
He couldn't breathe very good with his mouth on my hole. He panted and wheezed but he hung on, clawing at my back and pressing himself on me until I had come a second time So sweet!!
I fell to the floor and my cheeks pressed together, ejecting him from my hole. I lay there and he kissed my ass, my back, my legs. Everything! I've never felt a guy as hot as he was. But I wasn't going to let him in my pussy.
"You ever have a tit-fuck?" I said, rolling over and looking at him. "It's so good."
I pulled him down on top of me and slid him up so his prick was resting between my tits. I told Chauncey to get me some oil and while he was gone I spit all over my hands and rubbed them wetly on Alex's balls.
I really thought he was going to come and I was just warming him up. I rolled each ball around in my wet hands and felt them like little, hard, love-stones. I wet my hands again and rolled his stiff cock between them, making him groan and press himself against me.
Finally Chauncey got back and I took the cooking oil and poured it on my hands. I spread it on Alex's balls and he screamed with pleasure. I rubbed it in, making my fingers tight against his testicles and letting the oil do the work of lubricating.
Around and around I rubbed, stroking him and smearing his oiled dick on my tits. Then I poured a little pool of oil in the cleft between my tits and shoved the tip of his dick in it.
He moved in my hands any way I wanted him to move. Up and down I pushed him. I let him feel the silkiness of my tits on his cock. I fondled his balls softly and he groaned again.
Then I grabbed him from behind with one hand and pulled him down on my tits. I told him to hold his hands on either side of my tits, squeezing them together. Then I lowered him down on my chest and he moaned and started pumping.
Back and forth he moved, humping those tits, feeling the stiff nipples against his groin and turning me on something fierce. Up and down between the boobs he stroked, going faster and faster and I knew he was coming.
I shouted for Chauncey to suck me and he got down between my legs with his clothes on and licked my clit furiously. Alex thrashed on my chest as Chauncey ate at my cunt and I started to come.
Alex was screaming like a maniac, pounding the floor and humping his ass wildly through my tit crack. Chauncey was drinking at my cunt, flipping my long clit against his tongue, driving me wild with pleasure.
Suddenly Alex tensed and his whole body shivered. Then in one massive burst he shot between my tits. He howled and his sperm splattered up against my chin. I pumped his ass back and forth, feeling his balls and cock slithering in my crack as his organ spurted over and over.
Needless to say, I got the job. And I'm going to get every job there until I get to the top. But as for Chauncey, that motherfucker can go fuck himself. He ain't going to pimp for me no more and that's a fact.
CONCLUSION
It is obvious that Flora finds her blackness an asset in using men and women, white men and women, in getting what she wants. She is very aware of the power she wields because of her sexuality.
It is also obvious that she uses it not for her pleasure so much as for her hunger for power. That is not unusual but rather very common. That is especially true when it comes to black-white sex. That will be even more obvious in later studies.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
Subject: William H.
Age: Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
William H. wandered into my office one day, purely by accident. He was looking for the Psychology Department which had posted a notice for an experiment. William was a student of psychology and was interested in being involved in experiments so as to have something valuable to have on his resume for graduate school.
He was tall and darkly good-looking, with a thin beard circling his jaw and deep-set blue eyes. He was an attractive white boy of nineteen, lanky and sinewy-looking.
At first he was surprised that it was not the Psychology Department. But simply as a whim, I asked him to stay and submit to an interview. He was delighted and very quickly we got deeply engrossed in his sexual adventures.
Here is the transcript of that interview, unexpurgated. His words are eloquent in describing the kind of life he was leading, the twists and turns it took in his interracial love affairs.
I'm a junior. I didn't really want to come to this school. I wanted to go out of town, someplace really beautiful. But as things turned out, it was for the best.
As soon as I got to school I let my hair grow. When I was in high school I was on the basketball team. We couldn't let our hair grow or nothing. I didn't mind too much, I was too busy thinking about basketball. We couldn't smoke or drink. But that was okay too.
But as soon as I got here, I changed. All of a sudden I was smoking and drinking, staying out late at parties and I even tried pot. I liked it. It was even better than beer.
My studies sort of fell off though. That wasn't too good because I'm on a partial scholarship. They sort of had the idea that I might be a basketball player. I had had enough of that shit. You could tell that I wasn't going to make it in college, not with all those giants. Shit I'm hardly six-one!
But they started fucking with me in the dean's office. You know how those guys are. They threatened to take away my money. I was really hassled. So I decided that I'd have to buckle down a little. I stopped going to so many parties. I was a real drag. What a fucked-up situation!
I started going to the library a lot. It was so damn quiet in there. I could hardly stand it. But one good thing happened. I met Charlene.
She was this black chick who worked in the library. She was on scholarship like me but she had to work in the library to get it. She sort of looked out of place there.
I mean she had those huge boobs which stuck out over the counter as she stood there and checked out books. She was tall, with long arms and legs, the sexy kind of black chick. She could really dance too, move that tail around. But I didn't find that out until later.
She used to wear thin dresses, very colorful and the whole rest of that fucking place was so drab that she stuck out like a lighthouse. I saw her there one day, bending over to pick up a carton of books and her skirt was so short that when she bent I could see her pussy from behind.
She wasn't wearing any panties! I swear! Nothing underneath except her hair and that was sort of thick. As she bent I saw the bulging of her cunt lips and the slit. I almost jumped over the counter and socked it to her.
She turned around and smiled at me when she was finished and I think she knew that I had been looking up her skirt because she looked sheepish. She blushed too. She told me later that she had but she was so dark that I couldn't tell.
She had this big smile. She was gorgeous. Out of sight! I said hello and we made some I small talk for a while. I could tell by the way she was looking at me and moving from side to side against the counter that she wanted to fuck me. Her eyes lighted up when I suggested going over to my place.
Like I said, I was spending a whole lot of time in the library and it was almost closing time. I waited for her to get off and then we went back to my place. It was winter and cold out. As soon as we got out the door she snuggled against me to keep warm.
She was almost as tall as I was and when she pushed against me I could feel her breath against my neck and her tits against my side. I slipped my arms around her waist and she was firm and narrow there. I held her tighter there and she liked it.
The harder I pulled, the more I could feel her breathing and the movement of her legs. She had nice, long legs and when she walked next to me, I could feel her hips against mine.
It wasn't too far to my place but it was bitter cold. By the time we got there we were both frozen. It was hard to even put the key in the lock I was so cold. We finally got upstairs and I turned on the stove to warm things up. But Charlene was shivering so hard I thought her teeth were going to fall out.
She took off her coat and threw it over a chair.
"I'm so cold," she said.
I told her that I could warm her up. Just the sight of her tits and ass and the thought of her naked cunt made me hot all over. I pressed my lips against her neck and she was freezing. I grabbed her from behind and crushed her huge tits in my fingers. They were as hard as they looked and I worked on them. She moaned and pressed her head against my mouth.
I pulled her up out of the chair and we went in the bedroom. She leaned on me all the way and I felt her ribs and waist. She fell on the bed, her hands falling onto the sheets.
"Shit. Am I tired," she said.
I bent and kissed her.
For a second she did nothing, simply let me do it. Then she flung her arms around my neck and pulled me down against her. Her mouth was hot against my lips and her tongue was thick and hungry. She moaned and twisted her tits against my chest.
I rolled her over on her side and unbuttoned her dress. It came open easily and I pushed my hand inside. Her tits were too big for her bra. They bulged out over the top and I stroked them. My fingers were still cold and when I touched her there, she shivered.
"Oooh. That feels good," she said.
I bent and licked into the crack of her tits. She sighed and made little mewling noises in her throat. I licked deeper and deeper, feeling her against my mouth, sucking harder and coming closer to her nipples.
Could feel them through her dress and her bra. They were hard already, tight little knobs of pleasure and as I rubbed them, she moaned some more. The hard I pulled them, the more she rolled against my fingers. The feeling was out of sight! I pulled her dress all the way open down the front and grabbed her tit hard.
She squealed and I reached around the back to unhook her bra. I got it, opened it and shoved my other hand under the loosened bra. She quivered all over as I closed my fingers on her gorgeous tits.
Her nipples were dark and stiff, her boobs hard under my touch. I pulled her dress off, her bra too and she was naked. I got up and started to strip my shirt off. She just lay there on the bed, naked, staring up at me.
I got my shirt and pants off. Then the rest until I was in my briefs. I slipped them down then too and my cock swung free, hot and heavy. She just stared at it, then back up at my chest.
I'm built sort of long and lean and chicks go for me. I'm not bragging, that's just the way it is. So Charlene just stared at me, thinking how good I looked. She even told me so.
"Hey Bill," she said. "You're gorgeous."
I bent down and pulled her tit all the way into my mouth and sucked hard. She shivered and I pulled the nipples against my teeth. She squealed and then she pressed her legs up against my hips and pulled me down on top of her.
She had such luscious, long thighs, black and beautiful. She wrapped them around me and pulled my hips down against her honey. She was wet there and when the length of my cock brushed along her slit, she sighed an smeared her juice on me.
I reached down and grabbed a handful of her ass. It was hard and large. I stroked her dark flesh and she writhed from side to side, moaning and twisting for joy.
The harder I grabbed her, the more she liked it. It felt wonderful, her hard, black body against me. I couldn't get enough of her. I loved to look at her, see my fingers moving across her and feel her groaning and writhing with pleasure.
She was turned on. Her whole body heaved and I pulled her over on her side and then rolled her right on top of me. Her long legs were against mine and I had my dick between her legs. I'd never had a piece of black meat before and I was dying to try it.
She spread her legs and pressed her cunt against my tool. I was hard, so hard that I could feel the blood pounding. She reached down and took the tip of my prick in her fingers and stroked me. I thought I was going to come in her hands. But she kept doing it softer and softer and I pressed my chest against her luscious tits.
The more she rubbed, the more the tickle grew inside me, the more I wanted to feel the tight glove of her black cunt on my prick. I wanted to press it all the way back and feel her tremble.
I grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands and pulled them apart. She lifted her ass up and so did I. Our organs met, the tip of my cock rocked back and forth in the hole and I felt the tightness of her sphincter.
I pressed my hand down against her asshole and she sighed with pleasure again. I ran the tip against her cunt and rocked it little by little inside. She was tight as a virgin. I couldn't believe it. She was so wet that her come was dripping down my dick but her hole was tight!
I pressed my ass higher as she kissed me passionately on the lips. She wasn't cold anymore. Her whole body moved as if she were on fire. I pressed my hand down against her asshole and slipped the tip of my finger inside. She squirmed with delight and I rocked her from side to side, snaking my finger up her asshole and my dick up her cunt.
"Oooh. Do it, honey," she said. "I like your style."
I felt the wall of her cunt hole pressing against the tip of my dick and then the hot, delightful press of her wet wall as she gripped me with her cunt. She groaned as I jammed my tool into her and opened her tight hole.
Then I was in. Her hole was like a vise against the length of my prick and as she rocked her body from side to side and let me feel her sex-swelled tits, I got it right up in her.
I could feel the progress of my prick against my finger. The wall of her rectum bulged with the pressure of my prick and I fucked it right to her. She began to gyrate her ass around, her lovely cheeks spreading and tightening as she did it. She really knew how to shake it.
Around and around she yanked my prick as her cunt pulled. Oh it was sweet! The sexy sliding of her snatch against me started to do it. She reached underneath and found the place where my prick buried right up in her cunt. Oh it was tight. So tight. She tickled her fingers against the wall of her own cunt, stroking my cock deeper and deeper into her hole.
Her ass shook from side to side as she whimpered and started to come. Her fingers were so sweet and tantalizing on my dick and she wet them and reached for my balls. They were tight against my cock and all of a sudden I was clawing at her tits and she was grinding her hole on me.
"Fuck it deep!" she pleaded. "Open me up and fuck me deep!"
She was hot and open and I clutched at her ass and stroked frantically into her cunt as I began to come. I grew hotter and hotter inside and then it burst like a flood and I throbbed and shot my load into her yearning pussy.
She felt me tremble and her body was hot against me as she started to come also. Faster and faster she thrust her hole onto my spurting cock and she came, her cunt huge and hollow inside and her whole body massaging mine with ecstasy.
I must have come for five minutes in her. She sucked it all in her with tight pussy and rocked and rocked until I was dry. She lay on me, her big, black body, covered with sweat and her breath in my face, kissing.
We lay like that for a little while, maybe fifteen minutes and then she started kissing me, licking my neck and sliding lower and lower. I realized that she was going to go all the way down and by the time she was down to my nipples, I was hard again.
I was right. She was going all the way down and when she got to my belly and waist, she sucked me and kissed all over. But instead of going right into my crotch, she rolled me over onto my stomach and licked down into my ass crack.
I pressed my cheeks up at her and she tickled my asshole with the tip of her tongue. Then very slowly, she traced her hot mouth around the hole. She put her lips around it in an "o" and her mouth was so hot! She pressed her spit against me and I felt my hole open.
Then very gently she started kissing me, her lips sucking around the tight hole and her tongue forcing its way up inside. I groaned and lifted my ass up off the bed. She reached underneath and stroked on my cock. Her hands were soft on my tool as she did it.
She pulled it long, stroking down over and over, fondling my balls and making them ache. I could feel my gism rising inside again and I knew that I would shoot. All over I started to tingle and the harder she pulled my cock the more I wanted her to suck it.
She ran her lips over my asshole again and shoved her strong tongue right into my hole. That caught me off-guard. I'd never had an ass-suck before and I was starting to really like it. She chewed faster and faster, churning around inside and shoving it in as far as she could.
Inch by inch she moved up my hole, licking and kissing me and all the time she was rolling my cock in her hands. Shit that felt so good. I started aching for her to suck me.
She rolled on her back and slid under my crotch, keeping her finger shoved up in me. Her mouth opened and took in my dick, all the way to the back of her throat. She sucked it violently, caressing my balls with one hand and wiggling her finger up my asshole with the other until I felt her touch my prostate.
I'd never fucked a black woman before and I'd never felt a finger up my ass that far either. She touched it way up there, tickling my gland and making me scream with pleasure. It was tight and hard in there and the more I churned and tightened my asshole on her finger, the stiffer and meatier my cock got in her mouth.
She could feel what she was doing to me and her lips sucked passionately on my organ. She stroked my balls, tickling and tantalizing them until she was doing like a feather.
She sure could do me! Her fingers pumped me and her mouth sucked until I was aching and shouting. I pumped my cock into her mouth, to the back of her throat and she swallowed it hard as I came.
Her finger, deep up my asshole touched my prostate and I gushed, bursting harder than I had ever done before. Her fingers stroked as I came, moaning for joy. She took my cock, spurting and exploding back in her mouth and sucked me all the way, swallowing until I was done.
When she pulled her lips away, I could see that she really enjoyed it. Her mouth was smeared with my come and her eyes had a gleam in them.
I asked her if she really did like it.
"I love to suck white cock," she said. "You white boys really shoot it. I guess you like the way us black women suck you off."
I told her that I did.
"I know you like the kind of things I do," she said. "I've had lots of little white boys and they all say the same thing. They tike a piece of black meat better than anything else."
She talked as if she were an older woman. But really she was only eighteen. But she didn't fuck and suck like any eighteen-year-old I'd ever had. She really knew her stuff.
She told me that she had been fucking since she was thirteen. She told me that she loved to do it, to feel a cock in her, pushing and thrusting until he came. I'd never heard a girl talk like that before and right away I started to think that maybe black girls were different from white girls. Maybe they grew up different or something and really got into sex.
Some white girls really dig it. But I'd never met one white girl who dug it as much as Charlene. Somehow for them it was always sort of dirty and there were things they wouldn't do. But not Charlene.
She'd do anything! Anything!
After that time, we used to fuck often. When she would get off from work, she'd come over and we'd have a scene. She had a couple of steady boyfriends, but we managed to find time to get a good fuck in. Lots of times she would come from a date with them and we'd fuck late at night.
She was so low and horny. Shit. Sometimes she'd come to me with some other guy's come still in her pussy. That didn't matter to her. She'd just spread her legs and expect to get fucked.
She never had enough. She loved to fuck and she could do it all night long. I'll never forget once she told me that she had fucked two other guy's that night and then she came to me because she wanted some more of the good thing.
She taught me all about a lot of things and the one thing that she really taught me most was how sweet a black women could be. She taught what was the difference between good love and just fucking. She taught me what a good fuck was and a good blow-job.
After that I just couldn't be satisfied with the little white chicks who were getting laid for the first time and had all these hang-ups and guilt feelings. Shit I just had no time for shit like that. Not after I'd had the good thing. Not after Charlene.
She taught me how sweet and easy it could be. Just get hot and do it. She didn't worry about a thing. And that's the way I liked it. She had lots of friends who were like that too. They were black also and they loved to fuck and they liked white boys.
Some of them were older, twenty-three and twenty-four. They really knew what to do and they could move it. I got so that the sight of a black woman gave me a hard-on that felt as if it were coming right out of my pants. I tell you I was ready all the time!
Some of those friends of hers were even into a little group sex. They didn't mind fucking me in pairs or three-at-a-time. I'll never forget one time three of them came up to my place and pretty near raped me.
They came up and we sat around blowing some grass for a little while. They weren't into any kind of giggling shit. We just sat around and laughed about a lot of things. After a while one of them got up and started dancing to the music on the radio. Then another got up.
Pretty soon the one who was sitting down, Clarice, stuck her tongue in my ear and grabbed my crotch. She slipped my zipper down and pulled out my dick. She went down on me, her long, hot tongue sucking.
The two others, Jeanette and Melba, were dancing with each other, hardly noticing me until Clarice had my pants down. They started laughing and pulled at my clothes. Pretty soon I was naked and the two who were dancing were sucking my cock together, licking it up and down and sucking my balls.
Clarice had her pants off and she sat on my face so I could suck her cunt. It was funky and tight as I moved her against my tongue. She gasped and started coming as the two hot numbers down below sucked me until I came.
They got me hard right away and one of them sat on my dick, working herself around as the other sat on my mouth like Clarice had done. Clarice meanwhile was licking and kissing me all over, biting me and moaning as I worked my finger in her cunt. She came on my hand as Melba, she had a sweet little ass and little, hard tits with huge, stiff nipples, came on my dick.
She had so much come that my belly was wet with it as she loosed it. Faster and faster I pumped my prick up into her and she screamed and grabbed Jeanette from behind and kissed her passionately.
I was going crazy, thrusting my prick up into Melba's sweet little cunt, feeling her juice on my prick as she came. Jeanette was coming too and I felt the juice on my tongue as she did it, soft and wet in her hole as she vibrated.
With those three gorgeous black bodies against me I was in heaven. I thrashed and screamed, shoving my tongue into a black cunt and my tongue too. Faster and faster I churned until I felt that little seed of lust growing inside me and I came.
I was burning hot and wild through my pecker and Melba's pussy clutched at me as I burst into her flaming cunt. She pumped herself on me and I came and came, moving those luscious black thighs and pulling them on me until I felt like I was drowning.
At that point in our interview I was obliged to stop because I had an appointment across town. William was perfectly happy to return the next day and resume our interview. He seemed eager to tell me all about his escapades with black women and for my part, I was grateful to have him as a source of information.
INTERVIEW TWO
The next day, William returned, looking as if he had spent the night in bed but definitely not sleeping. When I casually asked him about that he was evasive. Rather than pursue that, I dropped the subject and he happily began where he had left off: talking about his adventures with black women.
Wow! I sure have been having fun lately. I've been getting into more pussy than you can shake a stick at. Shit. It's great. I'll bet you haven't seen as much pussy in the past year as I've seen in the last month. Maybe even in the last week. But I don't want to talk about that. I want to tell you what happened after I got through with Charlene.
Shit. She was some piece. But I get tired of the same piece of meat, even black meat. I need something new every now and then and that's when I got a hold of Denise.
Denise was sort of a friend of Charlene's. Anyway, they knew each other. I was sort of convinced that there was something going on between them. But I never knew for sure. At any rate, Denise used to hang around the school. You know how they're doing a lot of recruiting from the community and shit. Well she goes to a school around here, one of the high schools and man is she built!!
I mean she just doesn't stop. Any way you look at her, she is out of sight. And real tight, just like a young pussy should be. I think she's about sixteen, but real cute and young-looking. Nice piece!
She used to hang around and try to pretend she was in college. Used to try to get picked up by all the college guys. Well they all laughed because she looked so young. No one would have thought she was in college. She couldn't have fooled anyone.
But when they got a load of her in those tight, tight jeans and leather jacket she used to wear, shit, they were falling all over each other trying to get their cocks in her hot little pants.
She could just walk through the cafeteria and everyone would turn around. The chicks always looked at her like they wanted to kill her and the guys looked at her like they wanted to do something else.
She had pretty light skin, sort of cafe au lait. And her hair was sort of straight. She wore it tied in back with a ribbon or a piece of yarn. She had almond-shaped eyes and a small mouth which looked as if she were pouting all the time. When she walked, she would move her ass from side to side and slide along. Her tits were large and pushed against the leather jacket which she loved to wear.
Her waist was very narrow and made her tits and ass look even more succulent. She liked to reach for things on the coat racks and on the top shelves in the bookstore so that the leather jacket would crease against the fullness of her tits or maybe her shirt would come loose from her jeans and anyone watching would see a six-inch slash of the most kissable belly and waist.
She was not chubby like lots of high school girls. Her body was delicate and womanly, her tits and ass being just naturally large. She did everything she could do to accent her good looks. Everything from wearing really tight clothes to bending and turning around a lot to never acting childishly.
She was always trying to look "grown-up." She didn't giggle when she talked. She would listen with a poker face and an expression which made you wonder whether she was listening at all.
She was sultry. That's what I'm trying to say. She looked as if she wanted to kiss everyone she met passionately. She made a pretty good start. I met her through Charlene who was sort of older sister to her.
She made it clear right away what she wanted.
"Why don't we go back to your place and fuck," she said the first time we were alone together. I knew she was hot but I didn't know how hot.
It was the middle of the day but I didn't give a fuck about the rest of my classes. I think Denise had stopped going to her classes a long time ago.
When we got back to my place I made sure that all the curtains were drawn and then I stripped. She didn't waste any time either and in a few moments I saw how gorgeous she was.
Her tits were bare under her T-shirt, high and hard and her ass was smooth and large. Her skin had a translucent quality about it and her eyes looked lost and trance-like. I watched as she pulled her panties off, her bush thick and tufted.
As soon as she was naked I could smell her. The aroma permeated the room and it made me wild with lust. I wanted to cram my cock right up there where her smell was coming from.
She stood looking at me, her hands on her hips and her mouth pouting in that funny way she had. I was so excited I could hardly get out of my clothes. I pulled them off as fast as I could and threw them on the floor.
She waited, her eyes following me as I came toward her. Her lips were moist and she licked them with her tongue as I reached out for her. I had to taste her, smell her sweet fragrance.
I went down on my knees and shoved my face at her quim. It was as wet and tangy as I had hoped. I shoved my finger inside and churned her around. She was creamy and hot, just aching to be teased.
I pushed her back against the bed and she tumbled down, her legs extended over the edge and her slit wide and ready for eating. She moved her ass from side to side and bucked as I worked my tongue furiously. The faster I moved, the more she rocked against me.
She did it faster and faster and I reached up and clutched her stiff-nippled tits. She shivered with pleasure as I rolled each pap in my fingers and pinched hard. She liked it hard. The more I tried to hurt her, the more she liked it. It was like a game and I loved the feeling that no matter what I did, she would love it.
Every time I flicked the tip of my tongue around on her clit, feeling the hood of skin over the hard shaft, she squealed with lust. Over and over I stroked her, sucking it against my teeth and nipping her.
Some women like their clits massaged with the tongue. They like it soft and wet. Other women like their cuts stroked with the lips and teeth, they like it harder. Still others like the bite of teeth on their clits. To them that's the ultimate pleasure and if you bite them there on the clit, they scream with delight.
Denise was one of those. I nipped her again and again and she just yelped with lust. I thrust my finger up her cunt hole and kept nipping her clit and she started to come.
She rocked faster and faster, thrashing her huge tits back and forth, the nipples stiff like hard pieces of ice. I pulled them around and pinched them hard in my fingers until she screamed and begged for it. Faster and faster we worked, her body under my fingers, exploding and thrashing with ecstasy.
It made me hard to feel her tingle like that. I loved the wet, hot feeling of her young, black snatch on my fingers. She was so wet, so dripping! She spread her legs and thrust her ass up at me for me to fuck her harder with my fingers.
I wet my finger to the hilt in her cunt and slipped it out. I tickled her asshole for a moment and then without warning, shoved it right up her asshole. Lubricated with her own juice, I snaked it up her shit hole and she stiffened all over and took it to the hilt.
Her rectum tightened against my finger as I churned against her. Her tight hole was delightful to massage and the hot membranes had tiny pieces of shit in there. I was so horny that I didn't even care. I jammed two fingers of that hand into her pussy and stroked the other in and out of her asshole. I moved them together, my hand sliding wet and open into her yearning holes.
I had her way down low. That is how I like it. Way down low. I liked the feeling that I had her where she couldn't get loose. I pulled her from side to side on the bed and she moaned with ecstasy.
The orgasms ripped through her in waves and she thrashed in pleasure. I pressed my chest against her tits and felt the nipples stiff against mine. Her mouth sucked against my neck and her tongue licked me. She pressed her mouth against my ear and thrust the tip of her tongue inside.
My pecker was stiff already, but that really set me off. I felt myself throbbing. I pulled her over on her belly and jammed my dick right into her cunt from the rear. She squirmed under me, her tight, large ass moving against my pecker as I speared it right into her vagina. I worked it around until she was wet and starting to come.
Then I pulled it out and lifted her ass to me. I made her rest on all fours as I bent and licked her asshole. It was hot and sour-tasting as I thrust my tongue inside and gave her and ass-reaming.
She groaned with pleasure and pushed her ass back in my face.
I ate at her until she began to whimper that she was going to come. I did it some more and she started to buck against my mouth. Around and around the inside of her chute I sucked, chewing all the while on the outside. Her fingers groped back and clawed at my shoulders, pulling me harder into the hole.
She kept her fingernails very long and when she stroked the flesh there, she left scratches. But I was so hot for her that I didn't care what she did to me, so long as I could have her.
She gyrated her ass, feeling the deep sucking and moaning. She had never had her ass sucked before and it gave me a curious kind of thrill to know that I was giving this sex-pot a new sensation.
She screamed and kicked, her ass pumping at my mouth as I went deeper and deeper. She screamed and I stroked her clit with my finger. She had the longest clit that I've ever seen. She moved back and forth like a bitch in heat and I felt her clit grow even bigger.
Her cunt dripped against the palm of my hand and I smeared around on her member. She had a long one and the brushing of my hand on her clit sent shivers through her belly and legs.
She pumped, growing wilder and wilder. I felt as if I were in bed with a tiger. The whole bed rocked under us as she let me eat her clean up her asshole. I wanted to more than just eat her up there.
I pulled out my tongue and it made a slurping sound as I withdrew. My fingers pulled her cheeks apart and as she felt me do that an expression of anguished lust crossed her face like I'd never seen before.
"Fuck me up the ass," she begged.
I pulled her succulent cheeks even further apart and pressed my dick up into her valley. She jumped when my tool touched her body. The white of my cock against the tan of her ass made a lovely picture.
I moved my cock head around against her hole, feeling the tightening there as I teased her.
"Please do it," she pleaded. "Don't tease me!"
I pressed my fingers into her cunt and came up with a smear of her juice. I spread it over my dick and worked it around the tip. I glistened in the light and she screamed as I took each cheek in one hand and dug in hard.
I pressed the tip of my dick against her hole and shoved. She screamed with pleasure as my meat slid up her asshole. The tight little star pressed the length of it and she clutched my ass with her fingernails.
"Oooh!!" she moaned. "Screw me. Ball your dick up me and screw me!"
As I screwed into her asshole, she shouted and cursed. My prick burned in her and her tight, tight hole made it ache. In and out I sawed her, her hands clawing at me, pumping me against her.
She thrashed and I reached around her hips from both sides and ground my fingers against her groin. She shivered and pumped. I had her from the front and the rear as she took it up the ass.
I felt that lust inside me ready to shoot. I stroked faster, the rhythm of my cock plunging into her hole, making her whimper and pant with pleasure. I could feel her starting to come as I melted inside and the sweet come came bursting through my asshole-gripped cock.
I grabbed her luscious tits and hung on as the come shot deep through my throbbing cock and down into her hole. Up and down I plunged, my body exploding and tingling all over. I felt the sweet ecstasy burn in my tool as the tip spurted into her tight, clutching asshole and we came together.
She bellowed when I came, thrusting up at me like a bitch and taking my dick to the back of her rectum. She was wet and tight on me and I blasted right into her hole.
When it was over she had my half-erect pecker caught in her come-drenched hole. She lay there and shivered with lusty exhaustion as I ran my face against the back of her neck and tasted the fresh, funky smell of her hair.
She moved her body slowly and sensuously against my tool, and I felt my belly against the sweet curve of her ass. Her back was smooth and strong under my fingers and I kissed the back of her neck.
She sighed and rocked back and forth against me until I grew hard in her hole. The softness of her asshole and backside and the hardness of her nipples made my dick just grow long again without trying.
I pulled it out her asshole and smeared it against her thigh. She had such luscious thighs, strong and big. I pulled her over on her back and slid between her legs.
I pressed her ass up in the air and she wrapped her legs around me, pumping. The feeling of her hard tits against my chest made my dick ache for her again. I pressed my finger down into her hole and churned it around. I kissed her and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I sucked it hard and she clashed her teeth against mine.
I bit her back and thrust my cock into her in one smooth, lascivious motion. I pumped her ass higher and she gyrated around on my cock. I reached between us and pressed her clit in my fingers. The feeling of her smooth, hard belly on my fingers made me hornier than ever.
The further I slipped it into her, the wetter she got. Her hands clutched at my back, raking my shoulders and clawing down to my ass. She dug into my ass crack and tickled my hole. She reached lower and pressed between my balls and asshole. She massaged my muscle there.
Around and around she stroked me, my cock buried in her seeping, soft cunt. The tickle of her clit on my tool drove her absolutely wild. The stroking of my tool in her cunt was like fire and I started to come.
I stroked faster and faster, the explosion coming closer and closer. I pumped madly, feeling the burning in my dick, fucking her like a crazed animal. Her young, black body was moving under me, sucking my cock down in and driving me out of my mind with desire.
She felt me tremble and reached underneath for my balls. She took them in her hands and twisted just hard enough to make me explode. Everything went white in front of my eyes and I shot, deep and long into her, feeling her heavy nipples in my fingers as she came too.
After that first session, she was all over me every time we met. She used to run up to me in the cafeteria, and flinging herself against me, pump her tits hard at my chest.
It got to be a joke around there. Every time she appeared there would be a craning of necks and general shifting of seats. They all wanted to see her put on her show. They loved to watch her. They loved to see her move her ass around as she ran down the aisle. They would all stare as she threw herself against me, her big tits bulging.
She had lots of little friends too. She used to come in there with a whole bunch of them hanging around her. I think some of them were making it together. They were pretty chummy, sitting and pawing each other, laughing at everything and everybody.
I made most of them too. They were just so impressed to be at a college and be hanging around with me. They loved the feeling of my white cock and their little black emits were so hot and tight.
They all fucked around like crazy but that didn't matter to me. As long as I got some, I didn't mind one bit. As a matter-of-fact, one day three friends of mine brought about six of them up to my place and had an orgy. What a scene. All these naked bodies, black and white, fucking like crazy.
We all got really stoned and spent the whole afternoon screwing. They would do anything, absolutely anything. One of them let us fuck her all together. There were four of us on her at once. In the mouth, in the cunt, in the ass and between her tits she took it and when we all came together she almost drowned in come. But she loved every second of it.
The rest of those black chicks weren't bad either. There was one real tall one who liked doing blow-jobs. She did each one of us there, one after another as we sucked some other chick's pussy. She loved sucking white balls and licking cock until they exploded in her mouth.
Those little black chicks sure know how to move it. They're almost as good as the older ones and their bodies are fine! So fine! I don't think I'll ever get over that, the feeling of hot, black loving.
Ever since I first tasted some black meat, I've been hooked. I don't want anything else. There isn't anything that's half as good. I'm going to get me more and more. I hope I die fucking a sexy black broad.
CONCLUSION
William H. left my office as happy as when he came in. He loved telling me about his adventures in interracial love. I suppose that for him the whole awakening had been something of a milestone.
His attraction to young black girls is not unusual among white men nor is their open and very sexually active attitude. In his case they seem made for each other.
CASE HISTORY FIVE
Subject: Robin L.
Age: Twenty-one
INTERVIEW ONE
Robin L. was one of the students in my sociology class who volunteered for the study I was undertaking. So as not to embarrass anyone, I broached the subject without revealing exactly what the study was about. When she came to my office, I told her exactly what it involved and inquired whether she thought that she had anything to offer.
She said, blushing a little that she did. I was frankly glad because I found Robin one of the more charming students I had ever had. She was of medium height, slight, with tan skin and dark, deep-set eyes. Her expression was invariably serious but there was sometimes a spark of humor underneath.
She was very cooperative, although shy at first. As she warmed to her story, It was easy to see how she would be attractive to any man. Her tale was one of a white woman-child awakening to the joys of sexual fulfillment. Her words are more revealing than mine could be so here is the transcript of that first interview.
I was sort of shy at first. I didn't know if it was such a good idea to come and talk to you. I don't mean that it was necessarily a bad idea, but I wanted to be sure. I've had some bad experiences and I didn't want to get stuck again.
What I mean is that I'm doing something which isn't socially approved in some circles. I'm leaving myself open for attack just by doing it. I can't be too careful. But I know that you wouldn't do anything to hurt me and I'd like to talk to someone about it.
At first I was sort of confused. Now I'm not confused so badly but there are still some things that I need to clarify. I know I always look like I know what I'm doing.
Everyone always tells me that I look so serious. Well ever since I was a kid that's what people have been saying. I'm really pretty tired of that. I'd like to be appreciated for other things. And I'd like to be able to be other things. I think that's what first attracted me to Maurice.
He's older than I am and he's from Haiti and he's black. I met him through one of my other professors. He was working as a lab assistant and I ran into him completely by accident. What a lucky accident.
I'm still only twenty-one and he's twenty-six. At first I didn't think that was too much of difference but now I'm not so sure. After all, he's five years older. Well I guess there are other things that are more important.
The best thing about Maurice is that he is fun. I never met guys who were fun before. The only other guys that I met were the kind who sat around all day and got real stoned. So depressing.
My first year I lived in a coed dorm and shit, I got to hear everyone's problem. They'd come to me at all hours of the night and tell me all their troubles. And then if I didn't want to listen, they'd sort of jus sit there and cry. A few of them tried to make me.
I mean they'd come to my room and try to talk to me. When that didn't make them feel any better, they would try to ball me. Like an idiot I went along with them. Well I guess I deserved it for going along with them. I should have had my head examined.
That was two years ago. I'm a senior now and I'm sure changed. At least I feel like I am. I don't want any more of the craziness. I don't care if anything is wrong with any of the "children" I used to hang around with. I want a man. And that's what I like about Maurice. He's a man.
He's from Haiti and very, very black. He speaks about five languages. I know he was very well-off there. His whole outlook is very aristocratic. I used to think people like that were very snobby. But now I think it's sweet. We go all sorts of neat places together, restaurants and shows. He never is ashamed to be seen with me.
But that brings up something. I really love him a lot even though we've only been going out for a little while. But I don't thing that I could ever show him to my parents. I think they'd go insane. That would be the end. It would probably kill my father.
And you know what? I don't care. There isn't any reason why anyone has to know anything about me that I don't want to let them know. This is a big city and the good thing about it is that the, neighbors or anyone else don't have to know your business.
I grew up in a pretty small town upstate. Well everyone up there knew everyone's business and I couldn't stand it. Shit. I thought that I'd go out of mind up there. You know how it is. The worst part was that everyone was always turning their noses up at how you got your kicks. And everyone knows how screwed-up small towns are.
There is more perversion there than in any big city. The close-knit kind of community makes it worse than any big city. It's almost like a hothouse. It breeds that kind of twisted, frustrated perversion and then everyone is always sticking their nose's in everyone's business. I was glad to get away.
At any rate, when I met Maurice, my whole life changed. He had a whole bunch of friends, all black and we all hung out together. They think I'm sexy and I kind of dig it. I never used to like that sort of thing either.
Before, I used to think that if a man complimented me about how I looked, he was being oppressive. But I think that was because they never seemed to do it the right way. They always seemed to be leering at me, trying to drag me into bed right away and I didn't really want to go. Maybe that was because they weren't as suave, sexy and as well hung as Maurice.
You know all those myths about black men are sort of true. Maybe it's just because I used to hang around with such creeps. I don't know really. All I know is that the difference is like night and day.
The only thing I can say is that it's made a woman out of me. I don't care if he's cruel to me because at least I had a good time and found out what love is all about. I've never felt so turned on in all my life.
Well when we met, he was so suave and seductive. I'd never been seduced like that before. He really went out of his way to make me feel like I was tops. He complimented me on the way I looked and told me how beautiful I was.
The only way I was able to keep my equilibrium was by thinking about my school work. For the first month after I met him, I thought that the world was coming to an end. What I mean is that I just didn't think about anything but him all the time.
He is tall and broad-shouldered. I used to lie in bed at night when he wasn't there and think about how gorgeous he was. I used to rub my crotch and feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
The more I stroked myself, the harder I used to get. My nipples and my clit would start to throb and I'd come. I'd never masturbated like that before. I'd hardly even touched myself before. Now I was coming and masturbating every single night. I couldn't believe it.
We used to go to all the dances that were held in the foreign student's club. I was sometimes the only white woman there and I loved it. They all looked at me and their eyes would gleam. They would make jokes about how good I was in bed and I was so shocked because I loved to hear it.
Maybe I liked to hear it so much because Maurice was getting it on so well and getting me off. He could just touch me and I would start to get turned on. All he had to do was kiss my tits and all of a sudden I would feel my clit throbbing and my crotch wet with pleasure.
I could just move under his mouth and he would lick me until I came. He went down so well on me. I think he's the first man I ever met who really likes to eat pussy. He just sucks on it so passionately. His body is so hard and when he pulls my nipples in and out, I can feel him all over.
His hands are large, like he's been working all his life. He told me that back in Haiti he used to sail, so maybe that explains it. I don't really know why he is so strong, but he is.
He is about six feet tall and his body is sort of lean. His eyes are black and his hair is short and very kinky. I love to run my fingers through it and kiss his face, his eyes, his nose and everything.
The worst part of having to go to school is that I can't see him all the time. He graduated last year and now he travels a lot. He works for some chemical or pharmaceutical company and he had to travel a lot. And also, he had to visit his family. They live all over the place and he had to visit them often. I know you could say that he has other obligations.
I don't like that very much. I want him to be here with me, his long, black cock sticking in me and keeping me satisfied all the time. Sometimes I think that maybe he is cheating on me or something. Maybe he is married or something like that. I don't like to think that some man is taking advantage of me. But I really feel for him. And if he left me I don't know what I'd do. Yes I do. I'd be miserable.
I don't like to think that maybe there are other women who he sees. But at least he comes and sees me too. And we spend quite a bit of time together. So I guess I can't really complain all that much.
I like to go places with him and things like that but what I really like to do is fuck him. I like to spend all night in bed really screwing, making him come over and over and feeling his black hands all over me.
I remember the first time we fucked. I was very naive then and I had all sorts of romantic notions about sex. Even after all the shit I had been through. I thought that you had to be in love in order to do it.
Crazy!! Sex and love aren't the same thing but somehow I got the idea that they were. Well after Maurice I didn't have that idea because the first time I met him we certainly weren't in love but we sure did fuck!
I took him back to my place and right away offered him some grass. I live right across the street from the school. I had to get out of the dorm. I couldn't take those creeps always in my room. I had to get some privacy and I was sure glad that I had when I got to bring Maurice home.
My roommates were away at some weekends at their boyfriends' colleges. Very fancy. But I could hardly believe my luck that there was no one there. Very, very lucky. Especially considering all the noise we were going to make. But I didn't know that then.
We got there and right away smoked some grass. Maurice doesn't do that very much but I guess he figured it was a special occasion. We both sat there smiling at each other and figuring that we knew what was going to happen.
We both got very stoned and you couldn't believe how nice I felt. I tingled all over and the feeling of his thighs pressing against mine as we sat there was so sweet. We both just smoked, talking about school and shit until we could hardly sit up straight.
He leaned over and kissed me on the ear. His tongue was thick and hot as he pressed it up into my earhole. His mouth nibbled and he kissed me tenderly in ways I've never been kissed before. His teeth bit at the delicate folds in my ear and I almost felt as if he were going to fuck me there.
His hands moved all over me, his fingers stroking and massaging me. I felt as if my tits were growing second by second and the more he rubbed, the stiffer my nipples got. His breath was hot on my neck and he nibbled hungrily there until his lips kissed me and I felt hot all over.
He pulled my sweater off and started to kiss my belly and tits. I stopped wearing a bra a long time ago. I don't really have to. I've got pretty nice, firm tits and they look sexier and feel better without a bra.
He pulled my nipples, rolling his tongue over them and making them stiff. His teeth nipped them and I started to get stiff. He massaged the base of my tits with his fingers, pulling them like he was suckling there. His tongue lapped warmly on me and I felt hot all over.
He pulled my pants open and slipped them off. I hardly ever wear a skirt anymore and I'm pretty good at wiggling out of a pair of jeans. I slipped his fingers down the back and stroked my ass crack. I was hot and moist there and he took my ass in his hand and squeezed. Shit that felt nice.
I wiggled and he dug harder, further down in the crack until the tips of his strong, black fingers were touching my slit. I was dripping already and he pushed the lips aside and teased me with his fingers there.
Deeper and deeper he pushed inside and I felt myself begin to melt with pleasure. His whole body was hot against mine, his mouth pressing on my tits and his hands rubbing deeper and deeper in my crack.
The feeling of his tongue all over my tits turned me on so I started to come. I love to have my tits licked. The feeling of a man down there, sucking and pulling the nipple in his mouth makes my body tingle. I feel as if I'm going to come in my pants when that happens.
I like to press my boobs back and forth in his mouth and let him suck me. My nipples get hard as stones and long too. I love the way he sucks there when he's excited.
Maurice had a way. He'd pull it all the way back in his mouth, sucking for all he was worth and work his fingers all around the tit to pull it further in. I love to watch his strong, black fingers pulling at my white flesh. It turns me on.
He pulls my tits in his mouth all the way and then slowly draws them out. His teeth nip at my boobs and the feeling of his body on mine turns me on.
That first time he was wild on me. I guess he was really turned on by my tits in his mouth. The sweet feeling of his fingers pulling at my cunt drove me crazy. He tore off my pants and buried his mouth right up in my hole. He fucked me hard with his tongue and pushed his mouth on my clit.
I've got a small clit. Or at least I thought I had a small one before I met Maurice. But his full lips sucking on mine and the grunting and groaning as he sucked on me made my clit grow larger and larger.
All over I felt myself start to float away. I lay back on the bed and let him eat me until I started to come. He jammed his fingers inside and twisted them around. That sent thrills of pleasure through me. I pumped on his fingers until I came, my asshole, my thighs, my belly and my tits all exploding as I did.
That was the first. But it wasn't the last. He stripped and I got a load of his beautiful black body. Like I told you, he is tall and muscular in a lean sort of way. I could see his ribs and the muscles of his chest were clearly defined. His belly was hard and his legs were strong. And his cock.
I'd never seen a cock like that. It was uncircumcised and like a hose. It hung between his legs like a huge bludgeon and when he walked toward the bed it swung. I couldn't take my eyes off it and his hands held it for me to lick.
He knelt on the bed in front of me and I put the tip of it in my mouth. I tasted the cheese-like flavor of his smegma and felt the smooth, blackness of his organ.
He grew suddenly stiffer and I pulled his balls in my fingers. His whole body stiffened and I sucked his tool all the way back in his mouth. I'd seen that movie about cocksucking and seen how she did it. But I never dreamed that I'd ever be able to get a cock that deep in my throat. I always wanted to try and with Maurice I had the chance.
I sucked it all the way back, the thickness of his prick pushing against my cheeks and he pumped his ass forward. His whole body was like a huge muscle and his cock was the biggest of them all. I sucked furiously on him and pulled him over on the bed, pushing him down on his back so I could go all the way down. And then I was one inch at a time down further on him until I had him all the way. His dick was long and it pushed down into my throat. I took it, swallowing and pushing my tongue around until he screamed with pleasure as I licked the tip furiously.
I sucked faster and faster and his balls grew hard. I thought he was going to come in my mouth. I worked it in and out, licking him all over as I drew the organ all the way out of my mouth.
His fingers clutched at my back and felt for my tits. He grabbed both of them and pulled me up on his chest. I licked up his ribs and nestled against his neck. His hands were on my ass moving me back and forth against his wet prick. I spread my legs and he speared his tool right into my cunt.
I was dripping and tight as he slid in, his tool pressing in to the back and working around in a circle. He gasped and dug his fingers into my back. I felt as if he were going to crush me.
In and out he skewered his dick and I started to come again. I kissed his face, his eyes, his lips, dissolving with passion as he slid in and out of my cunt and started to come.
I could feel his whole body convulse as his tool grew longer and longer in me. It probed deeper and deeper into me and then all of a sudden he crushed my tits against his chest and bellowing like an animal, came straight and hot up into my snatch.
I rolled my ass around on his spurting dick and came as we ground together in ecstasy. His body massaged me and I worked my pussy deeper on his coming prick until he was finished.
When he was finished, he rolled over and lay there staring at the ceding. I rubbed my self against him and felt the hardness of his chest and the softness of his cheek. It made me tingle inside and he reached and held my pussy in his hand.
We did it three times that night and it was never as good as that before. I came so hard I thought I'd never be able to walk again. His fingers had a way of really turning me on. They were really stimulating when they ran over me, stroking my tits and making the nipples stiff. He had a way of doing it so I started to come right away.
The faster he did it, the more I felt as if I were going to explode. He fucked me up the ass too. I'd never had that done to me before. Maybe it is true that black men like to do that more than the white ones do. I don't know.
Whatever it is, I couldn't get over how good it felt. I always thought I was too tight back there to feel anything but pain if he put his tool in me. But when he shoved his dick deep up me, I started to come and twist my ass around with ecstasy.
The more he did it, the better it felt and all of a sudden I was coming. He had his lips against my back and with his fingers he massaged my tits. He stroked the nipples as he stroked his dick deep up into my asshole.
The tingling ran deep up into me and I felt as if his dick were growing longer and longer as he rammed it up my shit hole. The more he did it, the harder and hotter I got until I felt like an explosion was going to rip me all the way through.
It was so good to feel in there and I kept twisting it around, feeling the long, rubbery length of his dick pressing the sides of my rectum until he screamed and clutching me, shot deep into my rear end.
It was necessary to stop the interview at that point in order that Robin could go to one of her classes. But we agreed to meet in my office in two days and resume where we had left off.
INTERVIEW TWO
The next few days I was very absorbed in writing a chapter for another book I was doing. When I realized that it was time for my interview with Robin, it was already ten minutes past the appointed hour.
But she was seated in my outer office, patiently reading a magazine. She looked very nice, svelte and well-groomed, her skin glowing. I showed her into my office and we picked up where we had left off.
I asked her to try to describe how she felt after she had fucked Maurice. It took her a few moments to gather her thoughts. But then she managed to come up with an answer which I found very interesting.
Well, like I told you last time, I had a great time fucking with Maurice. You don't mind me using that word do you? I know that some people object to it but I don't. As a matter-of-fact I think it's rather a good word. After all that is what you are doing when you are screwing.
Some people call it "making love." But I don't go for euphemisms like that. I like to call a spade a spade. The first time Maurice and I fucked that is just what we were doing: fucking. There wasn't any love because we hardly knew each other. I just liked the feel of his black hands on me and liked the feel of his black cock even better.
There didn't have to be any love there for me to really love what he was doing. There didn't have to be any love there for me to come like a tornado. I know that some women feel as if they have to have a ring on their fingers in order that they can fuck.
Well there are fewer than that nowadays. It wouldn't be cool to think that way so if any did, they would keep it to themselves. But that is the case. However there is an even more subtle example of thinking that way.
I think there are a lot of women who don't want to come unless they feel that they are loved. It's really pretty fucked up. It's only one step away from not wanting to "do it" unless you have a ring on your finger.
I always thought of myself as "liberated," whatever that means. But after I met Maurice I was not sure that I really was. Before, I always wanted to do things on my own, prove my own capability.
I'd even get into fights with people when I felt that they weren't really letting me prove myself. But after I met Maurice somehow that didn't matter as much as it did before.
The whole world looked a lot rosier and easier to handle. I could feel myself loosening up. You know that there is a story I heard about American women. It goes that the reason American women are so bitchy is that they don't get fucked enough.
I always thought that was a lot of chauvinist nonsense. But now I'm not so sure. It makes the whole world brighter now that I'm getting fucked regular and good. Everything takes on a brighter hue and I can smile at the people I meet. Even if they are cocksucking bastards, or cunt-sucking ones if you prefer, I can still take it or leave it.
The whole day is brighter and I know that when I see Maurice we are going to have a good time. No hassles, no problems, just good, sweet fucking. The best! Maybe some people would say that that isn't a meaningful relationship. But I don't really care.
If meaningful means that you have to be mean then I don't want any part of it. And if meaningful means that you have to find out what someone else means even when you don't care or when he is being a bastard, then I don't want any part of that either.
I could tell you stories that would be a really down trip for you, for me, for anyone. But I don't want to think of them anymore. I had my fill and now I just want to be happy.
Is that being escapist? I don't know. It sort of sounds like it and I can hear my friends, especially the ones who were senior when I was a freshman, telling me all sorts of vile things about that attitude. They would probably call me reactionary or something like that.
But I tell you I've never been so happy in all my life. I wasn't born to lead any battle charge. I just want to be fucked good and maybe fall in love. But I don't think I ought to put the cart before the horse. Lots of women do that and I think it stinks.
You could waste your whole life trying to find someone to hold your hand and look deep into your eyes. And all the while you could be dying from having not one good fuck in all that time. Believe me. I know.
Well that sounded like a sermon, didn't it? I guess it was. I'll have to try and control myself in the future. Where was I? Oh yeah. I was telling you about how I felt after Maurice and I fucked.
I felt good, that's how I felt. I don't think I even knew a woman could ever feel that nice. I thought only men had a really ecstatic time at sex. Do you believe that? I thought that because men came, you know, spurted like that, that they were always assured of having a good time.
And I had never felt what an ecstatic thing it was to be really fucked by a real man. I never knew how good a hard cock could feel inside me and how I could feel his whole body going crazy for me as he rammed it home.
I found out all those things the first time that I fucked Maurice. After that first time, I knew that he was good, really good. I knew what I had been missing all the years with the boys that I was hanging around with and I knew that I could have all I wanted.
I began to dream about lots of things. I let myself think about having sex with more than one guy. A lot of Maurice's friends were really making eyes at me and I wondered how it would be to feel the touch of more than one pair of hands on me. I thought that it would feel great.
I started thinking about fucking with women too. I've always been close with other women, good friends all the way back to when I was a little girl. But you know that I had never thought about fucking with them. I guess I had repressed the thought so much that I didn't know how to bring it up.
But as soon as Maurice made me come alive like that, I found that I could think about all those things without being afraid. The whole world opened up to me and I started to fantasize what it would be like.
Maurice couldn't get enough of me. He wanted to fuck me every time he saw me. We did it at my place and in his room at the dorm. We did it on the roof of the Chemistry building and we did it in the woods in the park at night.
That was exciting because it was night and I could hardly see him. He was dressed all in black and his face was blending in with the night. I had to hold his hand so I wouldn't lose him and we got separated and I couldn't find him at all.
I got terribly frightened and then there he was right beside me, his arms around me and his hand on my tits. I love the feeling of his hands on my tits. I feel as if they are growing as he strokes them, the nipples stiff and yearning to be licked.
That night we found a really dense part of the woods, far from any road and did it in the leaves. First we took off all our clothes and he rolled onto me, cold and hard. I could feel his thighs between my legs and then the press of his dick against my bush.
It was like fire there and he kissed me hungrily. He always got like that when he was hot. I felt as if he were going to eat me alive. The more he kissed me, the stiffer his dick became. His tool rubbed along my slit, the length of it spreading the lips and moving the cream inside.
I always got hot when he did that. I liked the feeling of his hand stroking and tugging at me and his cock pushing against my hole. I always used to think of fucking as some kind of drag. I liked to kiss and embrace but I always felt that for a man to put his penis inside me was a one-way thing. He was the one who got all the pleasure out of it.
But when I started doing it with Maurice, it changed. Now I wanted his dick desperately. I wanted to feel his organ piercing my hole and the sweet ache of desire grow so it would just sweep me away.
I went ape-shit when he stuck his big, black cock in my cunt. It made me twist madly there in the dark like it always did and he speared it deep and hot into my hole.
He was like a huge animal over me and since it was a dark night I could hardly see him against the black sky. All I knew of him was the pressure of his strong body, his arms around my back embracing me and his belly pressed against mine.
He worked his chest from side to side against my tits. Oh did that feel good. My nipples were rock-hard and when he touched them in his powerful fingertips, I felt shivers of delight all through me.
He rubbed my pussy with his hand, shafting one finger up my clit and churning it around until he was sure that I was wet. He was in a fucking mood that night, fucking and nothing else. No matter what else he had wanted before, that night he wanted a good fuck.
He shoved the tip of his dick against my hole and I felt the foreskin rolling back over the head as he pressed it deeper up me. I felt his hands slide down my flanks and grasp my ass. He slid it up and tilted my body so he could have a better angle into my snatch.
I lifted my legs high and clutched his hips with them. He twisted in my grasp and then he started to screw me with a hard, slow motion of his body. Deeper and deeper he slammed his dick up inside me and as he did it, his hands dug deep against the flesh of my ass and belly.
He was panting and his dick felt as if it were the branch of a tree. It was thick and rough in my cunt as he worked it home. His hands pulled at me, spreading my cunt, massaging and tickling my clit until I was pleading for him to slam in harder.
And he did! He began to stroke faster, his prick going in harder with each stroke until he was panting like an animal in heat. His prick probed deep up in me and I started to come.
I felt the press of his pubic bone against my clit. I was longer than I had ever felt myself and as he stroked his tool into me, I worked my ass around as fast as I could.
He felt me do that and I could feel his balls against my asshole as they hung there. His body was like a torch in me and as I fucked him, his whole body was pressing and grinding against me.
He was pounding up into me and he started to come. He was whimpering with lust in my ear as his tool lengthened impossibly in me and he came. I felt his tool, a huge, hungry piece of meat to satisfy my longing and I came as he convulsed and came too.
That was last spring and now that he isn't around all the time I miss him terribly. I don't know if he had other women in other cities. I hope he doesn't but I don't think I'll be able to break away as long as he gives me a piece of his action. I just can't ever get enough of his good loving. It just keeps me hanging on. I don't know what it is that makes him so sweet.
Maybe it's the fact that he is black and that his cock is so big. Maybe it's just that he made me come so hard and I never forgot that. Never. Never.
You might think that I'm infatuated with him and that I'm letting him fuck me over. Certainly right. But I really don't care if he comes to see me every time as long as when he does come, he brings some of that good, good, loving.
After that night in the park I really started thinking about how it would be to have more than one black man fucking me at the same time. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got. I couldn't sleep at night for thinking about what Maurice's friends might be like in bed.
Well I was embarrassed to tell Maurice about it but finally I got up enough courage to do it. You know that all the while I was thinking how nice it would be, I was also thinking that he might dump me for even thinking about it.
The best way to describe it was approach-avoidance. I guess you know what that means, being a scientist yourself. I wanted it but I was afraid of it. You know that I had to finally asked him.
You know what he did when I finally told him that I wondered what it would be liked to make it with more than one guy? He laughed. He laughed like he had expected that question all along and he would like to know exactly what I had in mind.
I was so excited I felt as if I had a new toy. And all along I had thought he would be jealous. He smiled when he listened to me and he said that he thought it would be a fine idea.
A few days later he had a party and invited a few of his friends over. There were more guys than girls, but there were some women there too. I was the only white person at the party. Everyone else was black.
We all drank some wine and then we smoked some grass. We all were pretty high and then we started dancing. They had this drum music on real loud and we could feel the walls shaking.
We jumped and twisted faster and faster. The more I danced the hotter I got. I was only wearing a loose dress and as we danced I could feel my body moving hotly under that.
I was aching to get fucked. I knew it was in the way I danced. Then they put on some slow, Caribbean music. The feeling was so sweet as Maurice and I danced close together, his crotch pressing against me.
He was stiff as a metal rod as he worked his crotch against my belly. I worked back at him and all the while the room was filling with the smell of wine and grass.
I smoked and drank more wine and soon all the lights were out and I was lying on the floor. There was music coming from somewhere and it was soft underneath me. I could feel bodies moving next to me and all of a sudden I was kissing someone.
I could feel his short, thick hair, kinky and fragrant as he kissed me His tongue snaked into my mouth and then there was another pair of hands under my dress, pawing me.
He pulled off my panties and I was nude down there as he caressed my mons. I moved form side to side and felt him like a sweet kiss on my love lips. He parted my slit and licked a tender bit into my crack. My clit throbbed and he buried his mouth deep against the crack.
He shoved his tongue deep into my love hole and I screamed for joy. There were other hands on my legs stroking me and kissing. They were all over me and suddenly tore at my dress.
I was naked under this pile of naked black bodies and I writhed with ecstasy. They kissed and stroked me and then there was this huge, black cock in my mouth. It smelled funky, like he'd been fucking someone else. I devoured him all the way and he instantly convulsed and shot his load deep in my mouth.
I drank hard and deep and he rolled off me only to be replaced by another. I sucked him but he took longer to come. While I sucked, two pairs of hands rolled me over on my side and there was a big, thick cock pressing at my ass cheeks. His hands pried me apart and then with a soft, wet feeling, he shoved his dick into my asshole.
I was loose and open! I wiggled around on his dick as he shoved it right up me. I was twisting and turning. The faster he pushed, the more I had to feel him drive it home. Up, up my shit tube he snaked his unit and then he was so far in me that I could feel his powerful belly against my ass and his thighs against my legs.
He pumped it deep up into my asshole and I screamed again. There was a cock at my lips and I sucked it back in, chewing madly and wetly at him until he started to come.
I pulled it back and forth in my lips and then there was a third guy at my pussy. He slid in sideways, his legs at right angles to mine and his prick was bone-hard in my pussy.
The three of them worked me, their cocks buried up in me and there were others all over me. They pawed and sucked at me and I felt as if I were being eaten alive.
I loved every second of it. I twisted and screamed, getting my rocks off the way I never had before. I could hardly stand the sweet pleasure of it. I worked and worked their dicks in me until all three of them screamed and came at once.
I churned and sucked until they were spurting creamy and deep, drowning in their sweet juice as they spurted out their pleasure. The world seemed as if it were coming apart and when they were through there were others on me, their dicks hot, hard and ready and they fucked me.
That went on all night long. They had me in every hole so many times that I lost count. Of course they fucked the black women too. But they paid the most attention to me. I loved it.
CONCLUSION
It is clear that Robin found her experience with her black lover Maurice an eye-opening experience. It had liberated her so that she could enjoy other sexual adventures and made her much happier.
Whether or not he is "using" her is another matter which is difficult to define. Of course their relationship is built on a fierce mutual, sexual attraction built to a great degree on the difference in race. But that does not negate the fact that they are both having a wonderful time.
CASE HISTORY SIX
Subject: Martha P.
Age: Twenty-six
INTERVIEW ONE
The first time that I saw Martha P. it was because her sister had suggested that I talk to her. Her sister Cathy was a student in one of my undergraduate classes and quite an attractive one.
When she heard about the study that I was conducting, she suggested that I get in touch with her sister, Martha, who was twenty-six years old and ravishing. I was not quite believing that she was as gorgeous as her sister described. But when she arrived, I was quite a believer.
She was tall, with dark-brown hair falling around her shoulders. Her figure was nothing short of statuesque. Her waist was narrow and her legs were long. She had large, firm tits which she kept braless and when she walked it was easy to see why she was so attractive to men.
She had green eyes and when she sat down in my office and demurely crossed her legs, they flashed at me in a knowing way. It was sometimes difficult for me to concentrate on her story with her legs, naked to the thigh, crossed enticingly in front of me. But in the interests of research I kept my mind firmly focused on the study.
Here then is the transcript of that first interview, unedited and in its full.
I guess my sister Cathy knows me as well as anyone. We certainly have been close over the years and it seems that she knows just how much I like black cock.
Well I wont deny it. It's true. Ever since I was a teenager I've loved it. I don't know what did it but I know what got me started. I mean I'm sure that I was up for it even before I first got my taste. I know I was. When I was only eleven or twelve I used to he in bed and fantasize about the men who would come and fuck me.
The first time I actually got there and did the real thing was when I was sixteen. I grew up in a small town up state and there were lots of black men around. Of course I never hung around with them too much. We had black kids at the high school but we never had too much to do with them.
Of course we weren't nasty to them or anything. We just had our own social thing and they had theirs.
Anyway, there was this black guy named Luke. He was on the football team and he was two years older than I was. I never spoke to him but I had a crush on him something awful.
I used to he in bed at night and think how nice it would be if I could just feel his cock sliding up inside me. I was a virgin then, although I had done just about everything else there was to do.
We used to go parking and I'd let the boys take all my clothes off and kiss me all over. I used to let them eat me and I'd suck them off. But I drew the line at letting them fuck me. Somehow I thought that would make it awful. It was sort of weird, I know.
So Luke seemed like he didn't even notice me. All the while he just sort of bopped down the street. He wasn't too cool, but he was cool enough so that he didn't notice me. But I think he was thinking the same things that I was.
After one of the football games, I was out at the soda shop and Luke came in with a couple of his friends. They were all laughing and talking because we had won the game.
I hoped and hoped that they would start talking to me and just when I had about given up hope, Luke came up to me and said hello. I almost fell off the stool. I still didn't think I was that pretty because I was fat when I, was very young. All the guys said I was a real good piece, but I didn't believe it. I thought they were just flattering me.
Luke said hello and slid onto the stool next to me. I didn't know what to say but we talked about the game and stuff like that. He was very friendly and very tall. He wore his hair short and his skin was pretty dark, sort of deep, coffee-colored.
He was very smart and he looked it. All the girls at school said he was so gorgeous. He had a broad, flat nose and a high forehead which made him look sort of scholarly.
I told him how much I liked the way he played end. He smiled at that and I could tell that I was getting to him. I was really just a little girl but I had charm.
I could see that he couldn't keep his eyes off the front of my dress and I realized that I was wearing my tight dress. I was moving on my stool and it sort of hypnotized him.
I had on my short dress, the one which really slid up my thighs when I sat on the stool in the soda shop. It was almost all the way up and he could even see my panties.
I've got very white skin all over and I think that it turned him on to get a glimpse of if like that down between my legs. I felt wonderful. I couldn't keep my eyes off his crotch, his cock bulging under there against his tight, checked pants. I couldn't keep my eyes off his fingers, his long, hard fingers which were so good at catching a football and I knew would be good at doing lots of other things which called for a delicate touch.
I squirmed around on the stool, getting damp and sighing. I guess he knew what was going on. I guess he wanted me too because he suggested that we go for a ride in his car.
He had a very old convertible which was the envy of everyone in the school. It was all souped-up and stripped-down. He liked the work on his car, polishing it and doing all sorts of things to the engine to make it go faster.
Of course when he took girls out for dates he would really tear up the highway, roaring up and down at all hours of the night and day. If he hadn't have been such a good football player, the police would have thrown him in jail a long time ago.
They didn't like black kids but they did root for the team. They were fanatic about him and lots of times they told him that they would have busted his ass if it hadn't have been for the fact that he was so good an end.
We took the road out by the reservoir. It was still the afternoon and the leaves were turning all different colors. Up there in the fall, it is beautiful. That's the nicest thing about that part of the country. Maybe it's the ONLY nice thing about that part of the country.
We took the old cut-off behind the reservoir, the road they don't use anymore. It's all full of pot-holes and overgrown with saplings and vines. But you can still drive on it. Of course only the guys and girls who want to make out use it anymore.
We drove all the way up around the north end where hardly anyone ever went. It was quiet there except for the rustling of the leaves and the scurrying of chipmunks.
He had his arm around me as he drove and I was all the way over next to him, pressing my thighs against his and running my bare leg up and around his. He really was getting turned on. I could tell by the way he was holding me and I was hoping that no one would come along and see us or interrupt us.
We found a grassy patch which overlooked the water and he pulled the car onto it. There was a thin screen of trees between us and the road as he stopped the car and turned off the motor. There wasn't a sound except the sound of my heavy breathing. I was hot. I was so hot I thought I was going to come in my pants right then. I wanted him so badly that I could almost taste his cock and feel his fingers on me.
He pulled me out of the car and picked me up. He was strong, stronger than I had ever felt a man before and he carried me closer to the edge. He put me down and standing over me, began to take off his pants.
He slipped them down his legs, pulled off his boots and then slipped his pants down. He slid off his silk shirt and underneath he was naked. He was completely nude then except for his shorts and the bulge of his dick there looked really fine.
I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch. His chest and legs were muscular and his shoulders were broad. But it was the slit of his fly, where his dick peeked through that held my attention.
Then he started to undress me. I had on my fancy dress, tight with a slit down the front which showed the bulge of my tits. I had the biggest pair of knockers in my class and I was proud of them. They were firm too. They didn't sag.
I let him unbutton my dress all the way down and then he reached up and pulled off my tights. His fingers were cold on my thighs but I liked the feeling there. His fingers sort of made my whole body tingle with delight. I loved it!
He yanked the tights off and threw them on the ground then he ran his black fingers through my hair. His dick was growing stiffer as he worked and with each stroke of his fingers on my body, I was getting wetter down below.
I'd heard that when women got fucked, that they got all wet. And when I used to let the boys in the cars suck me and feel my tits, I would get damp. But now that I was going to really get fucked, I was so wet that the juice was smearing on my panties and running down against my ass.
I didn't believe it. I flung my arms back over my head and let him do whatever he wanted. He liked that. I guess he could feel how gorgeous and full I was and he really went to town.
He rolled me over on my side and slid my dress all the way off. His hands were strong on my back and I could feel the cold brush of the leaves. His breath was hot on my neck. His fingers ran all the way down my shoulders, slipping off my dress and drawing each arm all the way out.
I didn't wear a bra even then. I was nude underneath and when I had my dress off he stared at my naked, white tits. My nipples were stiff and dark against my lily-white flesh. He looked down on me, his eyes on fire.
"You're really hot," he said. "I've never seen a piece as nice as you."
I smiled at him and my nipple get even stiffer at his words. His hands moved over my tits, cold in the air and I squirmed back and forth. I loved the feeling of his fingers, hard and tantalizing there. His breath was hot on my face as he bent to kiss me.
I pulled him down on top of me and felt the hardness of his chest against my tits. I was soft and warm and he was hard and black. I crushed him against me and he jammed his hands down into my dress and made me howl with delight. I wanted to fling my arms around him, my legs and everything and have him spear his black, rock-hard tool into my creamy depths.
I wanted to feel his shaft and when he pulled my dress down past my hips, he caught my panties in his fingers and everything slid off with them. I was cold against the leaves and the sharp poking of the sticks only made everything much more exciting.
Faster and faster he kissed me and I sucked on his tongue. He kissed me in a way that none of the other boys had ever kissed me. He pushed his tongue deep in my throat and made me chew on it.
He felt my throat and held my mouth tenderly in his hands, stroking and caressing me all the time. His lips were full and hot as he kissed me passionately. I pulled him hard on me. I wanted him so much.
He had me completely naked then. My dress and panties were off to one side on the ground. I groped for his shorts and found the waistband. He shivered as I slid my fingers under it and pulled. His box was small and tight and his tool was stiff.
I grabbed his ass with both hand and with the motion of his hips, pulled his shorts down over his cheeks. He moaned and he felt his naked cock pushing against my thighs. I was soft and creamy and it was like a dream. I had always wanted to feel the tight push of his dick and the hot feeling of lust when his prick was about the pierce me. I wanted to hold his tool in my fingers and stroke him until he went wild.
I had always dreamed of it and now I was going to find the chance. He was so sweet and hard. I didn't know what to do but he showed me. He led the way and he did it all the way.
His fingers were on my crotch, feeling the incredible wetness of my first fuck. His fingers stroked my clit and I felt him all over me, his chest, his shoulders, his thighs, his feet.
I wanted to know that he was going to shove it in with all his might. I felt him slide his hand down into the rest of my cunt. His fingers pushed deep inside and I moaned with pleasure. I'd never known it could be so good. Instead of pushing his hand away like I had with all the others, I spread my legs under him and let him do it to me.
I let him drive deep into my hole, and he churned around like a fiend. Faster and faster he did it and suddenly I felt as if my cunt were getting bigger.
"It sure is, lamb chop," he said. "You're the sweetest little vixen that I ever did fuck. You're so sweet and wet down there. I think your pussy is growing bigger inside because you want to get fucked. I can't think of anything I'd like better than to fuck you."
I thought I would die when he said that. I just wanted to feel his spurting cock deep in my hole when he said that. I wanted to know that he was the only thing in the world that was going to get me good.
He massaged me with his hands, his fingers pulling my nipples around and around until I was ready to come just from that. He rolled them in his fingers and all of a sudden I was screaming and twisting with all my might.
Faster and faster he churned his prick deep into my hole and then he struck the bottom and it sent earthquakes through me. I panted and begged for more.
The sweet, wet pushing and sucking of his fingers in my hole set me off. I had never come like that before and when I started, everything in the whole world seemed to just float away.
I never knew that it could be like that. I pumped my ass up at his fingers. He pushed his mouth on my nipples, running his tongue around there on them furiously. His mouth was so hot and sucking there. I pulled my tits back and forth in his mouth, his teeth pulling there and I felt shivers of lust through me.
His hand moved faster in my cunt and then he slipped it out of the hole and stroked my clit. Each time he touched me there was like a fire in my soul. Each time I felt the whole world shifting and tilting and I rocked and rolled with it.
Up and down, up and down he moved my love knob and then he started to eat me. The hot, thick press of his tongue was what did it. His body was hard there between my legs and I spread them wider and wider so he could eat me for all he was worth.
The faster that he sucked the harder that my little tool got. I never knew that a woman could get hard and throb just like a man. His fingers were on my belly, moving up and down my tits and holding me as I pumped my cunt at his mouth.
Suddenly he pulled me into a sitting position and made me put my legs around his hips. I was sitting in his lap and his fast, long cock was pressed down at my crotch. His fingers stroked my tits and he worked himself in small circles so the tip of his dick massaged my clit.
He humped his ass around and around, keeping a steady rhythm and making my insides yearn for the feeling of his dick. His hand stroked up and down my back, his fingers digging in and making me ache.
I rolled my ass around and pressed my cunt against his dick. It was hard and the wet smear of his first little pearl of come was mixed with the ocean of stuff I was putting out.
Then he grabbed me by the ass with both hands and hiked it up further. The best was when he lifted me and speared his dick all the way back. I was wet and my snatch palpitated as he poked it all the way in. I had my legs around his hard waist as he stroked in and I thought I was going to die with pleasure. His fingers pulled at my ass cheeks from behind and poked at my asshole.
He popped his finger in and out of that hole like no one had ever done before. I was rocking in his arms, solid and feeling wonderful as his fingers tickled me and his dick slid back and forth through my love-swollen love lips.
Faster and faster we stroked each other, our bodies hot and yearning for release. I had never felt a man inside me before and I loved the feeling. I was like a firecracker going off all over my body. I let him move in and out as fast as he wanted and all of a sudden I felt him convulse and he bit my neck harder than I'd ever been bitten.
I rocked and panted, clawing at his back and feeling him writhe with passion. The feeling inside me was wonderful. I rippled with pleasure, pressing my tits against his chest as he started to come.
I tingled all over and then with a blinding burst I started to throb down there. His tool pierced me over and over as he did it. I felt his cock burning in and out and then the sweet delicious cream exploded into the frantic wildness of my orgasm.
He came like a madman, panting and pounding my back as he spurted over and over again into my yearning, white cunt. I was soft, so soft and sucking and he was hard, so hard and black as he speared me.
And then it was all over and we were lying naked on the ground. His sweet spit was on my neck and tits where he sucked me and his sweet come was pooled in my pussy. His dick was still stiff there and it was only a little while later that he got hard all of a sudden, and I was sucking him off.
I tasted my own juice on his tool as I sucked him. I sucked him deep in my throat all of a sudden and the best thing that there was was the feel and taste of my own juice on his cock.
I sucked him all the way back and then it was hard and his balls moved to the side of his black cock. All the way inside I took him and then like a surprise I felt him explode, his balls tight like little black nuts and he spurted into my mouth.
Over and over I sucked him and I milked his tool all the way. It was so good to feel that way. It was like a dream and I was living it! I wanted to stay there in the woods all day and night with him. I wanted to feel his body, hard and black with him on top of me.
It was time to end that interview. But since we had only just begun, I suggested that we continue sometime when it would be convenient for both of us. She agreed and so we made an appointment to continue the following week.
I was very gratified to have her come and talk to me. She was, in addition to being a charming and ravishing beauty, a very valuable source of information on the black-white love relationship.
INTERVIEW TWO
When next Martha and I met, it was a lovely spring day which is usually described as the kind which gives everyone "spring-fever." I was no exception and when Martha showed up in a loose-fitting shift of thin, colorful cotton I was sorely tempted to forget about the interview and go on a picnic. However I restrained myself and began by asking her to pick up where we had left off.
Well after Luke and I had done in by the reservoir, I started fucking him all the time. I didn't came when, where or how, so long as I could feel his black cock up in my cunt. I liked to suck him off too but I tell you, I'm a fucking gal. I like to feel that dick right up in my pussy all the time. I go for that in a big way.
I stopped going out with the white boys in my class. They were just that: boys. Luke was a man and that's what I wanted. It was only through his long, hard cock that I was able to get what I felt like having.
He always wanted me, It didn't matter how tired he was after football practice or anything like that. We'd meet and go someplace where we could be alone. I remember one weekend when the parents of a friend of mine went away and left her the house.
Wow! Luke and I were there the whole weekend, fucking like crazy. We must have done it in every room of that house too. He liked all sorts of positions that I had never imagined. You know what I mean. He liked to fuck me from behind and lying on our sides. He thought up all sorts of new ones, lying like a scissors and stuff like that.
He was really wild. He even liked to fuck me in the ass. I didn't know that people even did that. It was all so good that I got really used to good sex. When he got a football scholarship and went away to college, I wasn't about to give up and go back to the same old shit. No sir!! I wanted some more of the good thing and I found it.
Luke had lots of friends and he even had a younger brother named Medger. Well Medger and I got it on one day in the woods outside of town where we had gone on a class picnic. His cock was as strong and long as his brother's and when he wrapped his arms around me I knew that I had found a great substitute for Luke.
But Medger was into other things. He liked a good gang bang and his friends all wanted to taste some white pussy. So he arranged a little thing in someone's garage and before I knew it there were about twelve black guys there. I knew some of them because they went to high school with me.
Some of them though looked much older, twenty-five or thirty and I didn't know them. They were all standing around in the garage waiting for us when we got there. Then Medger locked the door behind him and I knew that I couldn't back out if I had wanted to.
Someone told me to dance and I heard someone else put on a record. I started to shake to the music and another one of the guys called out for me to take it off. Well I did, very slowly and they were cheering and clapping.
I'd never done any kind of strip before but as I did it I got all excited myself. I knew they were watching everything I did and I liked the feeling. I rubbed my hands on my tits and licked my lips. I pouted and shook my ass at their faces.
They loved every second of it and when I got down to my panties I took an extra long time, playing with the top of them and shaking my tits around. It really excited them and I could almost smell them getting hot.
Then as the music got slower and more funky I pulled off my panties and all of them cheered and groaned. I have a thick bush and as I ran my finger through it Medger was right next to me, his dick waving and his body black and naked.
He picked me up and carried me over the mattresses they had on the floor. Then they were all over me. Medger was the first in my cunt and I could feel the movement of bodies all around me. I could smell them, hot and ready for some good action.
I just kept moving, pulling his dick around in my cunt and sucking on anything that hung down in my direction. The more they pressed on top of me, the hotter I got. I was coming almost constantly and the cocks in my pussy kept coming, one after another.
I was throbbing. I loved it. Faster and faster they rubbed, licked, chewed and bit me and I loved it. I exploded all over, their fingers like little sparks making me tingle. I couldn't get enough of them and though they each fucked me three and four times, it was them that got tired of it, not me.
But after that I really had to leave town. The word got out about what had happened and I was hounded all over the place. My folks started to get phone calls cursing them and I couldn't walk to school without some motherfucker leaning out the window of his car and shouting something filthy at me. And you know that there were some women who did that too.
But I was almost graduated and so when I did, I just went away for the summer. I went to visit my aunt who lives in California. I thought that at least I would get away from the gossip.
Out there things are more free. No one really cares what you do and you can really get away with anything. I sort of picked up out there where I left off. You know what I mean. I wanted to find some more of that good black cock.
I used to go down to the black bars and hang there. They couldn't figure what I was doing there at first. I was really young and I looked it. I was only eighteen and I don't know how I survived that. They were really tough places and people used to get hurt and beaten up there every night. But I guess I looked too pure to hurt. And besides I got in good with all the tough guys by fucking them.
And anything that they wanted to do I was up for it. So they never had to threaten me or any shit like that. I was in it for the joyride and I loved every minute of it.
I remember this one guy. His name was Al and he was a pimp. I knew that he was one the first second I met him because of the diamonds and expensive clothes that he wore. He drove this real fancy car and had a whole pack of girls working for him.
He wanted to get me to work for him but I told him that I only did it for free. He tried to beat me up once or twice but then I got some of the other boys to fix him up good and he stopped that. That's how it went. After a while they all knew where I was at and they didn't try to bother me.
But even though Al tried to beat me up, he was a great fuck. I loved his long cock, so smooth and hard as it slid into my soft white pussy. I really got off on the sight of black, male flesh against white, female flesh. I love the contrast. Somehow it turns me on so much.
Al had all these girls, white and black and he liked to get us in a scene together and fuck us after we had done each other. I'd never been into anything like that before but I was willing to try. And when I found out how good it was, I kept at it.
The first time he tried it was with these two other women, one white one, named Liz and one black one, named Vira.
They were both big but Vira, the black one was really big. She was six-feet tall with huge tits. What an ass she had and her bush was thick. She wore her hair in an Afro and when she smiled all her teeth were gold.
The white one, Liz was not as big but she had a curvy figure which really made the black guys go for her. She had a pretty big ass and nice, firm tits. Her slit tasted like cod.
I found myself in a room with these two and they started to undress me. I tried to fight them off but I couldn't. They were stronger than me and pretty soon all three of us were naked on the bed. Vira was sucking my cunt and Liz was licking my tits.
I heard a noise and there was Al standing over the bed, naked too. His black cock was half erect and when he smiled at me I could see that the gleam in his eyes meant he was hot.
I started to get hot too. The two whores who were sucking me really knew what they were doing. They had had a lot of practice on demanding customers and when they pulled my nipples in their mouths or sucked on my clit, I really got off.
I started to come and when Al looked down at me I could hardly see him for the excitement. I wanted to spread my legs and let Vira dive up into my pussy. The best! The very best!!
Liz pulled my nipples into her mouth one at a time, her hands caressing my tits and her whole big body moving hotly against mine. She was soft and luscious and I let her crush her tits against me.
Suddenly Al was there, his prick pressing against Vira's lips and into my hole. She pulled away enough to let him in and I felt the searing heat of his prick right up my cunt.
She fondled his balls from behind and kissed his neck as he spread my thighs and speared his dick into my slithering-wet slit. I gyrated my ass around and he pumped his prick all the way to the back.
Vira was stroking his love sacs, making him groan and I could see her fingers digging into his belly, making him squirm with delight. The faster she stroked his balls, the harder he rammed it into me. I begged for it. I pleaded for her to do it faster.
I wanted his hard, hot, black cock into my pussy. I wanted it all the way and Liz was sucking madly on my tits, pulling the nipples until they were like stones.
I worked my ass around and around until there was a soft burning in my middle and I started to come. It was like fire and as he stroked his dick up and down in my cunt, I tingled all over.
Those fingers! All over me they pulled and I felt Liz's full lips on mine. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and Vira wrapped my legs around Al's body and rubbed against them.
The four of us, panting and moaning began to all come together. I throbbed on his dick, feeling spread apart and stuffed full of hard, black cock. I could feel Vira's full ass against my calves and she pushed Al deeper and deeper into me and stroked him closer and closer to his orgasm.
Suddenly Liz pulled his lips from mine and buried her mouth down around my clit, where Al's dick was buried in my snatch. Her tongue explored around the base of his cock and all of a sudden he was coming as she sucked. She stroked my clit with her tongue as his prick pounded up into my hole.
I twisted around and around as she put it deeper and deeper. I was coming as he was and then in a hard, sweet instant his dick spurted and he came. Over and over he gushed into my hole and Liz's mouth was sucking madly on my hole as he did.
I really liked that sort of thing. After that, we had lots of orgies, black and white and I was always the center of attraction for the black men. I wasn't a whore and I was a gorgeous white girl. They loved to fuck me and I let them. It was so good to feel their full lips on my mouth and their black cocks buried deep up in me.
Since then it's been more of the same thing. Wherever I go, I find some good black cock and I'm happy. I don't fuck around anymore about what I want. Ever since Luke did it to me when I was young, I've known that black cock's the best.
All that summer Al and his friends fucked me up and down. I can tell you that we had a swell time. We never lost a minute of time finding out just how good a little of that black love could be.
Al's buddy Jake was a real good fucker. He liked to do it all night long and all day too. He used to say that he could fuck a white broad until she was so weak that she had to be carried out of bed.
And it was true.
He wasn't very tall but he sure had a long cock. It must have been nine or ten inches and I'd never seen one quite that big. When he got a hard-on it grew even more, until he looked like he had a tree growing out of his crotch.
I liked to go down on him, sucking his prick all the way in and wetting it as much as I could. I sure did like the taste of his black cock. He always smelled as if he had just gotten out of bed with some other chick. He had that funky kind of aroma and it really turned me on.
He liked to fuck me in the ass too. He had this way of sneaking up behind me and grabbing me around the waist. Then he would work his ass so his cock would move in my crack. He did it so good that before I knew it, the tip of his prick was pushing into the hole and I had his fat, black dick right up my ass.
He could snake it all the way up me before I knew what was happening and then he'd be caressing my tits and pulling the nipples until I started to come.
He never came before I had come at least four or five times. And with his prick in my asshole it wasn't hard to come. Each time I squeezed him there, tightening my hole on his tool. I felt waves of pleasure coursing through me and I started to come. I felt as if I were throbbing just the same way I always made him throb eventually.
It was so long and dirty up my asshole. I loved the feel of his meat in there and the more he did it, the more I liked it. I liked it when he'd saw in and out, using a steady rhythm, pulling it through my tight hole and letting me feel the strength of his member.
And his hands were always all over me. The way he used to feel me up, biting my neck and scratching my back Shit! There wasn't anything that he wouldn't do to keep me satisfied and it was so easy.
When he just touched me I started to come. His hands felt like fire all over me and when he put his lips around my ear and started to nibble, shit, I really started to come.
Do you know what it's like to have a black man's tongue in your ear, nibbling and licking down deep into all those tender places while he reams his cock back and forth in your asshole? Do you know? It just about drives a woman wild.
He could do that all day if I wanted him to. But after a while, couldn't stand it without feeling him come. I craved the sweet pounding of his gism up me and I wanted to feel the hard length of his meat, searing and exploding up in my hole.
And he never disappointed me. All I had to do was lift my ass a little to let him shaft his prick further up me, wiggle it around and moan and he started to come. I could feel his balls then, hot and black against my backside and the way he bellowed, clawing and begging at my back, only made me hotter for him.
When he began to come, it was like a gun going off back there. I would raise my ass as high as I could and he would spear his dick deep up into my aching cavity. It would be like he was ripping me open and the sweet, sweet throbbing of his cock would be so strong that it would feel like it was inside me. And when I would come around his spurting cock, it was like the whole world was dissolving and I would be clawing and panting for him, more and more until he was spent.
He used to come gallons. He could spurt all night long and each time he would do it, he would be just as full and strong as the last. I remember one night he came six times and the sixth was as strong as the first. I never believed a man could be like that but his balls were so hard and hot and when I held them and stroked him into my snatch he would scream and come like an avalanche.
It was like that all summer. If it wasn't Al, it was Jake. If it wasn't Jake then it was someone else. I never had any trouble getting any lovers. I just hung out at those bars and they came over to me.
I was safe too because no one wanted to mess me around. If they did, then they had to answer to five other guys and no one was as stupid as that. I knew how to take care of myself anyway.
I found out what I'd always known. Black cock is the best. They treat you like a princess and really give you a good fucking. I've got no complaints. I've found what I like best. I just thought you'd like to know, so I told you about it.
CONCLUSION
Martha P. was the last interview which I decided to include in this book. She was a prime example of a white woman who got ultimate satisfaction only from black men. For her they were the key to sexual happiness.
She saw in them all the lustful qualities which she knew made her happy and she let nothing stand in her way of attaining that. Whether or not it was good or bad, is not for anyone to say.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
The cases in this book all indicate the scope and implication of interracial sex. All the interviewed people, men and women, white and black all dwelled on how their interracial love-making had affected their lives.
For some it was the key to sexual fulfillment. For others it was fraught with dangers and pitfalls. One aspect however is clear from all these case studies. For each of the people involved, having sexual intercourse with a partner (or partners) of a different race was the ultimate of sexual excitement.
That was the way they expressed themselves, found sexual release which most people are seeking. The conditioning inherent in such an arrangement, the notion that a partner of a different race was more desirable was the key to the excitement.
Both the white and black men and women found it much more stimulating to be in bed with someone of the opposite race, than to share sexual pleasures with someone of the same race.
The mechanisms by which these sexual tastes were expressed were many. Some thought the sight of black and white flesh together was exciting. Others concentrated on the imagined differences in texture and technique. Still others thought it was purely a matter of attitude and willingness to do something "dirty."
Whatever the means by which the various races manage to view the other as more sexually stimulating, it is still apparent that when it comes down to the individual, many people can only find sexual satisfaction with someone of a different race.
The cases in this book are an attempt to explore in depth some of the experiences of people like that: people who have tasted the sometimes forbidden fruit of interracial love.
It is my hope that this will be of some value to the reader in better understanding this complex and very controversial topic. That was indeed my intention and hope that it will be taken that way and in no other.
