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INTRODUCTION
Like it or not, no one can deny that there is a new morality asserting itself in our society. We see a healthier attitude toward sex manifested in actual practice and the free, open discussion thereof. We see liberalization of the media's treatment of sex. In fact, the new approach pervades virtually every aspect of our daily existence in some degree, direct or indirect. And, I must add, I find myself in total agreement with the vast majority of my colleagues who welcome this turn of events.
Yet, even despite the courts' enlightened attitudes toward sex in the arts, they are those who will be shocked and offended by the material herein. Let them be forewarned, but also let them be informed of several things.
First, the role of the novel in a democratic and freedom-cherishing society must be the portrayal of the socio-cultural situation that is, aside from the fact of whether or not one finds the status quo beneficial. For example, in this particular work we find the depiction of a current trend toward the elimination of racial bigotry in interpersonal relations.
Second, and closely allied, is the description of the racial-sexual encounters. As will soon be obvious, traditional taboos are assaulted and swept aside. Indeed, the puritanical ethic regarding sex is being rejected by growing numbers of people, especially (but certainly not exclusively) among the young.
While reserving moral judgement again, the redeeming value of such artistic expression for all of adult society cannot be denied. Therefore, while the following pages can easily be read for pure entertainment value, much more is offered. The Freudian, the sociologist, the social critic, the concerned non-intellectual, even the public official can gain insight, not to mention the obvious category of psychologists and psychotherapists.
Clearly, what we have here is not only a contemporary novel but a social document. To all but a few, this fact will be made self-evident through a careful reading and contemplation of the work itself.
-Frank Tulane, M.A. New York City
CHAPTER ONE
Gil Barrows stood looking out the window of his new photography stuido. Down there on the street was more pussy than he could fuck in three life-times.
The sight of all the silky-fleshed, long-legged girls bouncing along the sidewalks made his mammoth cock start to stiffen. He was really glad he had decided to rent a studio in the Village.
"Hey, baby! Welcome to the West Village!" a voice from behind him laughed. Gil turned and faced a tall black man who was wearing a ruffled Tom Jones shirt and bell-bottom pants.
"I'm your neighbor across the hall," the tall muscular black laughed. "My name is Richard Wilson. I'm an artist-mostly portraits.
"I'm Gil Barrows," Gil answered, shaking the strong black hand offered him.
"Well, look, Gil. Why don't you drop over and see my studio when you get a chance. Door's always open!" Richard smiled as he left the room.
"Yeah, I'll do that," Gil nodded, turning back to the window. A tall, willowy girl with long brown hair was walking along the sidewalk. Even from the second story window, Gil could tell her titties were more than ample. The succulent melons bounced freely with each step she took. Her lacy white dress was so short, it made Gil want to run a hand up underneath the dress and grab a handful of her obviously tasty little cooze.
The girl finally turned the corner and Gil decided to go next door and see what kind of a set-up the black artist had.
Gil walked across the hall and rapped on the old wooden door. "Hey, Richard! Are you in there?" Gil called out.
"Come on in man!" a voice on the other side of door answered.
Gil pushed open the door and walked into Richard Wilson's art studio. He stood frozen for a moment. He almost couldn't believe it. There, standing on a modeling platform, was the most delectible young black girl he had ever seen. Her beautiful black body was perfectly shaped. Her titties were firm yet ample with exquisite pink nipples that stood out rigidly. The tender pink lips of her young cunny seemed to wink out at Gil from the dark skin in which they were set. Her mound had a gently roundness that made Gil's lips tremble in anticipation of what if would be like to taste her wonderful pussy juices.
"Hey, Gil," Richard smiled. "I'd like you to meet my little sister, Louise."
"Hello, Louise," Gil nodded weakly, his prong getting harder and bigger by the second.
"Oh, he really is cute, Richard! He's got a good face and a really nice looking body!"
Gil's cheeks turned slightly pink as the gorgeous black girl ran her eyes up and down him. He prayed his bulging banana wouldn't rip through his pants and wag stiffly at the black pussy.
"Have a seat, I'll be through in a minute," Richard said. Gil sat down. He couldn't take his eyes off Louise. There was just something about the taste of young girl pussy when it was beginning to fully ripen! Gil's cock was rock hard.
Richard turned away to get another brush. Louise smiled at Gil and rubbed her hand across her tummy, rotating her hips slightly as she ran the fingers of her other hand down across her pussy lips. Her darting pink tongue slipped out and ran back and forth across her lips. Then, she straightened back up to her pose just before Richard turned back around. Gil's prong was about to split a pants seam.
"Say, man. I just remembered. I gotta go down to the bank and cash a check. Why don't you keep Louise company until I get back?" Richard asked, wiping off his brush.
"Sure, I'll be glad to," Gil replied.
"See you two in about thirty minutes!" Richard, said, walking out the door.
Louise stepped off the platform and walked over to a large wicker chair. "Tell me, Gil, have you ever had any black pussy before?" she asked casually, sitting down as he did.
"What did you say?" Gil asked incredulously, his poker jerking in his pants.
"I asked you if you had ever fucked any black pussy before," Louise smiled. She drew her legs up and leaned her chin on them. Her position made her lovely pink cunny lips even more delicious looking.
"No, I don't recall having ever slept with a black woman," Gil answered.
"Do you like my pussy, Gil?" Louise asked innocently.
"You have a very beautiful body for a girl your age-how old are you any way?" Gil questioned.
"I'm seventeen," Louise answered. "But what I want to know is if you really like my pussy. I wouldn't want you to just say that to be polite."
"No, you really have a very nice pussy. Very nice," Gil said, his giggle stick about to explode from wanting to get out of his pants and slam itself into that lovely young girl cunny.
"You know, Gil," Louise said, "I think I like you. You're all right!"
"Thank you, Louise, I like you too," Gil replied. His cock jumped.
"Would you like to fuck me, Gil? Would you like me to be the first black girl you ever screwed?" she asked sweetly.
"If that's what you would like, then I would like it too," Gil answered.
Louise stretched out her legs and spread them wide apart so that the pink pink lips of her cunny opened up slightly. She arched her back slightly and gripped the back of the chair with her hands held over her head. The yawning cooze and pointing titties were sheer torture for Gil's frantic meat.
"Gil, if I let you fuck me, will you eat my pussy real good first?" Louise asked, rolling her hips gently from side to side.
"Of course I would, Louise," Gil answered.
"All right then, come on and get started," Louise urged, stretching out on the rug.
Gil moved to the sinewy chocolate body on the floor. His mouth closed over the firm flesh of a titty, his tongue twirling itself around the erect nipple. Louise moaned as he sucked heavily.
"Go down on me!" Louise groaned. "Go down and leave your cock up here so I can get to it, baby!" she demanded, tugging at the zipper of his pants.
Gil straddled her face. His tongue snaked out, its moist tip trailing down her flat stomach towards the fertile chocolate mound, thatched with curly black pubic hair.
"UNNNNH! LICK MY PUSSY, YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL HUNK OF WHITE MEAT! LICK IT GOOD!"
Louise moaned, undoing his pants and slipping her hot little hands into his shorts. Her tiny fingers closed around the distended shaft of his throbbing cock.
"Oh, that feels wonderful, Louise!" Gil groaned as she ran her tongue up and down the length of his stiff shaft, coating it with her saliva.
"COME ON! EAT MY PUSSY, WHITE STUD!" Louise urged, closing her pliant lips over the heavy head of his prong. Gil's body moved downwards, his hips pumping as Louise drew his dong deeper into her sucking mouth.
The taste of the writhing black girl's cunny juices was a totally new experience for Gil, their flavor having a certain tangy zest he hadn't come across before in eating pussy. The more he lapped up the luscious liquid, the better it tasted.
"Do you like the way my cunny tastes, Gil?" Louise asked. She began spreading his muscular ass cheeks apart and teasing his tight little brown bumhole with her fingers.
"Your .cunt tastes better than peaches and cream!" Gil gurgled, the delicious cooze juices dribbling down his chin.
"You know, you got an awful big dick for a white boy, Gil!" Louise laughed, taking the mammoth meat back into her hot mouth.
Gil ran his slithering tongue around until he found Louise's hard little clit. He sucked at it playfully and then tweaked it with his tongue. Louise let out a passionate shriek and fucked up against his marvelous mouth, her sopping pussy lips smearing the joxy juices all over his face.
"OOOOOOOW! I THINK I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GET ME MORE BLACK CUNT!" Gil groaned as Louise teased the tip of his tool with her twriling tongue.
"FASTER! FASTER! DON'T STOP!" Louise screamed as Gil tongue teased her rigid clitoris. Her hips moved wildly. Her hands reached out and grabbed his big hairy balls, mashing them gently and letting his testicles roll back and forth in her grip. Gil moaned. Louise spread his ass cheeks further apart and inserted a finger into his itching bumhole, probing gently at first, and then shoving it in to the hilt.
EYIIIIIIIIIII! SHIT! FUCK! PISS! CUNT! SUCK! FUCK! YES!" Gil screamed as her talented finger danced around inside his ass hole.
Louise teased his cock's piss hole with her tongue. Gil moved his body faster, fucking his lollipop deeper and deeper into the beautiful black girl's fantastic mouth.
"I'm going to come if you keep blowing my cock like that!" Gil moaned.
Louise withdrew Gil's tumescent prong, keeping her wiggling pinkie deep in his ass hole. "I want you to come, Gil," she said. "I love the taste of white man's cum in my mouth.
"Oh, you beautiful girl!" Gil sighed as Louise returned his prick to her pliant lips. She sucked furiously on the throbbing tadger. Gil began moving his hips again, fucking down into the soft warmth of her lips. Louise responded by running another dexterous finger into Gil's fuming ass hole.
"AHHHHHHH! LICK MY CLIT! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! Louise screamed, her body pitching and turning crazily as Gil nibbled her rigid bud.
Gil's cock slid swiftly in Louise's hungry mouth, his whole body moving uncontrollably as he pumped his meat into her lips.
Suddenly, Louise squeezed his balls firmly. "OOOW!" Gil yelped as every muscle in his powerful body corded, his balls tightening as the heavy load raced up his testicles towards the tip of his hard prong.
"I'M GOING TO COME IN YOUR MOUTH, BABY!" Gil shouted. His cock jerked heavily and a shower of hot, sticky sperm flooded Louise's mouth. She gurgled happily as the warm cum trickled down her throat. Her fingers continued to flash in Gil's tortured ass hole as she sucked his dick dry.
Gil just lay there on the rug, unable to move. Louise crawled up to his mouth and pressed her soft lips against his, letting her tongue slide into his mouth and intertwine with his tongue. The taste of the warm salty cum on her lips was exhilarating.
"You really know how to blow cock, Louise baby!" Gil gasped.
"You're not a half-bad pussy eater yourself," Louise answered him, letting her quick black fingers play with his limp penis.
Louise looked happily at Gil. "You know, Gil," she said, "your dick is even bigger than Richard's. That's really something. I'd really like to have your dick in my cunny."
"I'd like that too Louise, but it'll take me a few minutes to get it hard again."
"Well, here, baby, let me help you," Louise smiled, licking his spent pecker and then blowing on the saliva gently.
"You keep that up and it'll be hard a lot quicker than .in a few minutes!" Gil laughed.
Louise buried her head between his thighs, her lips sucking on his hairy balls, gently drawing his heavy scrotum into her mouth and coating it with her saliva. Then, her serpentine tongue snaked into his ass hole, tickling it crazily and causing his cock to start stiffening rapidly.
"OH YES, BABY! SUCK MY ASS! THAT'S THE WAY!" Gil moaned as the comely black girl sucked and tongued his tasty chocolate channel.
His prick was almost back to full size. The black girl was really something else again! He had been blown of lot of times, but never this good! Louise was so earthy, so primitive!
"You like my mouth-love, baby?" she asked teasingly, her lips kissing his itching bumhole.
"I love your mouth-love, Louise," Gil answered. "And I love the way your pussy tastes!" he added, nestling his head between her beautiful black thighs and licking her dewy quim lips.
Her cunny had that ripe, fresh taste so characteristic of young girl pussy. There was something about that unique honey-sweetness that Gil especially enjoyed, and Louise's snatch was extra sweet.
"OOOOOOOW! SUCK IT TO ME, BLUE-EYED SOOUL! SUCK IT TO ME!" Louise sighed, digging her fingernails into his buttocks.
Gil worked his tongue wildly inside the bouncing black girl's sopping snatch, poking her rigid clitoris as he sucked up her tasty twat cream.
If all black cunny tasted as good as the writhing young girl on the rug, Gil had really been missing something.
"PUT YOUR TONGUE IN MY ASS TOO, WHITE BOY!" Louise uged Gil.
Gil pried Louise's curvy ass cheeks apart and ran the tip of his moist tongue along her crack. It sank slightly into her tight bumhole. He pushed harder and the tongue slid into the chocolate hole, slowly at first, and then all the way.
"Oh yeah, baby! That's the way to do it! That's the way!" she giggled, thrashing her lithe black legs crazily as he tongue-fucked her bumhole. Her pussy was creaming like mad.
"UNNNNNNNH!" Gil exclaimed as she shoved two fingers up his ass hole.
"OOOOOOOOW! SHIT! I GOT TO HAVE YOUR COCK IN MY CUNNY!"
Louise wailed as his teeth nibbled on her rigid clit.
Gil threw his leg back over her body and slid around quickly, drawing her sensuous mouth to his own and kissing her deeply. The taste of cum and pussy juices and bumhole intermingled in their two mouths as they French kissed.
"Now, Gil! Fuck me now!" Louise begged him as his hand manipulated her hard clit. Her fingernails dug into his broad back.
Louise bit into his shoulder as the ponderous head of his giant dick penetrated her pussy lips, slipping slowly into her tight, warm vagina.
"YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG!" Louise exclaimed as the lumbering lingam filled her cooze.
Gil socked his craxy cock into the fertile black cunny, pumping Louise with hard, quick strokes that shook her body.
"Hey baby!" a voice called out suddenly. "I see sis didn't waste no time getting acquainted with you!" Richard laughed.
"Well just let me tell you, this guy is better than all your friends put together, brother dear!" Louise laughed as Gil continued to pump Richard's little sister.
"Be careful, Gil, or she'll wear you out sure enough!" Richard chuckled. "She had me so sore last week I could hardly walk!"
Everybody laughed. Richard stripped off his clothes and slid down beside them. "Why don't you get her up on her knees and we'll fuck her both ways!" Richard suggested.
Gil lifted the willowy black girl up on her knees, fucking her steadily all the while. Richard slipped in from behind and searched out his sister's ass hole, poking a thick finger in it as soon as he found it. Louise moaned.
"Her come de Judge!" Richard giggled, ramming his big black dick into his sister's straining little bumhole.
"AHHHHHHH! THAT HURTS SO FUCKING GOOD!" Louise screamed as her brother and Gil pumped her cunny and bumhole.
"You must be pretty damn good, Gil. I never seen sis so fucking hot in a long time!" Richard laughed as he pumped his sister's ass hole, his balls slapping against Richard's balls as Richard rammed his cock into Louise's cunny from the front side.
"Yeah, well let me tell you your sister is pretty fucking good herself. I've never been blown that good before!" Richard exclaimed.
"Don't slow down, boys! Just keep on stroking away!" Louise urged.
"Don't you worry none about Gil and me holding out for long enough, sis. Just worry that we don't stretch your holes from here to China!" Richard laughed, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks.
"Pinch my titties! Pinch them hard for me, Gil!" Louise cried out.
"Mash those jugs, Gil! Mash 'em good!" Richard encouraged.
Gil pinched the rigid red nipples between his fingers, turning them a dark red and exciting Louise even more. She dug her fingernails into-his shoulder, producing and exquisite sensation of pleasure-pain as he continued to fuck her cunny.
"Ride 'em sis! Ride 'em!" Richard yelled happily as they ravaged his sister.
"SHOVE IT IN! SHOVE IT IN ALL THE WAY!" Louise pleaded as the hot pricks stoked the furnace of her passions.
"Oh shit! I can feel your cock inside her, Gil! Can you feel mine?" Richard asked.
"Oh fuck yes! What a wild goofy feeling!" Gil exlaimed.
"I'M GONNA CREAM! I'M GONNA COME ALL OVER YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL COCKS!" Louise yelled.
Richard shot his load into his sister's bumhole just seconds before Gil filled her pussy with his hot sticky cum.
"Well, how do you like my sister?" Richard asked happily.
"Beautiful!" Gil replied. "Just beautiufl!"
CHAPTER TWO
Later that same day, Gil was back at his window, watching the people moving out on the street, wondering if any of them could be his model.
He'd had only fair luck with the ad he'd placed in the Village Voice. The girls who'd come to his other studio included young pigs and old pigs mainly-all eager to spread their legs for his camera and let their cunts be captured for posterity. The vanity of women amazed him. Just because something was tucked between their legs, they thought it had to be beautiful!
Well, he didn't necessarily agree. He didn't even bother with film when the sight wasn't worth it. Sometimes, thought, he did take pictures of the ugly gashes, like the fat woman last week with the heavy, purple and protruding vagina lips. He figured the shots someday would be fodder for a satirical cunny study. Might even make him a fortune. You never know what people will buy these days.
But Gil was looking forward to this model today. She'd sounded different on the telephone somehow. Not so eager maybe. When he asked casually if she would consider posing nude, she merely replied, "Of course."
Some of his callers waited too long to respond and then giggled or gushed. It was a dead giveaway of their lack of experience.
This one, though, took the entire conversation in stride. She sounded very professional about it all, very cool and detached.
Gil remained at the window several minutes, imagining what the girl would be like. His mind was lost in dreams of beautiufl bodies when the rap at the door brought him back to the present.
He fumbled over light cords in his haste to answer the knock. Finally, he got the door open.
For a moment he couldn't speak.
"Mr. Barrows, is it?" the vision asked.
Gil muttered a reply of some sort and stepped back to let in the most fantastic golden goddess he'd ever seen. She was tall-close to six fee-and proportioned to match. Her long, silky blonde hair fell loosely over her shoulders and down her front, curling slightly over her enormous breasts. These lovely mounds were round, firm and perfectly shaped under her loose-fitting model's smock.
Gil couldn't tell yet about the hips and waist, but the long, tantalizing legs gave promise of more wonders to come. The girl looked hard at Gil, obviously not amused by his speechlessness.
"I'm Jennifer Collins," she said finally, holding out her hand briskly. "You wanted a model, so here I am."
Gil took her hand, marvelling at the smoothness under her long, tapering fingers and on her palm.
She jerked her hand away, but not too abruptly.
"Shall we get to work, Mr. Barrows? I'm very expensive, remember?" she smiled coolly.
With a wince, he remembered. She'd asked for fifty dollars and hour if he accepted her as a model. He had figured he'd negotiate further after she arrived and he showed her photographs of some of his better models, to give her an idea of what he expected.
But he never expected anything like this, and he didn't feel like arguing now. He just wanted to get this gorgeous creature out of her clothes and under his direction. Under his mouth and prick too if things went his way....
"Yes, well, uh," he stammered. "If you'll come this way."
Regaining control, he showed her where, for openers, she could change into a bathing suit behind the tall bamboo screen in the corner.
Gil adjusted his cameras and light while Jennifer disappeared behind the screen. He was almost finished when she emerged, more breathtaking than before.
"Cheeeeee!" Gil whistled, almost dropping a small camera. His eyes bugged at the sight of the enormous titties, now lightly held in a wispy band of green net. The full globes bounced as Jennifer walked to the posing platform he'd put together with orange crates and plywood. Her rip little pink nipples traced a pattern in the air where they poked sharply through the gauze.
She moved up onto the platform and stood, one bare foot extended forward. Gil's eyes traveled slowly up the golden leg, over the creamy thighs to the tiny notch where her legs met. He detected a sweet little mound of dark blonde hair under the narrow band of net that encircled her smooth hips and dipped under her crotch. He wondered if she'd shaven that adorable nest, to keep her dainty fur from showing above the net line. Between there and her belly button looked as soft and clean as a new born baby's skin.
Gil let his eyes wander upward, caressing her tiny waist, over her perfect chest and back to the chiseled Nordic features on her face.
"You're wasting time, Mr. Barrows," she said.
He thought he caught a trace of a smile on her face. He wondered if she were thinking the same thing....
"Would you like a different pose, Mr. Barrows?" she asked, sliding one hand down her leg almost to the knee and bending forward. Her titties fell forward, almost falling out of the sheer bandeau. Her nipples peeked provocatively over the net, just a tiny glimpse of the round pink morsels showing.
"That's fine! Hold it! Don't move a muscle!" he gasped, praying he would capture the voluptuous girl just as she was.
He held his breath as he shot, moving around her for different angles.
"Now! Start moving. Slowly. That's it! That's it! Hold it! Now, again, move to your right."
Gil spoke rapidly as he moved about, over, around and to every side of the slowly gyrating body. Jennifer knew every stance, every delightful pose in the book. She held her head high, then swooped it down, letting her fantastic blonde hair cover different parts of her body or just fly through the air, catching highlights on the golden strands. She spread her legs, she lifted them one at a time, she arched her back and bent in every direction.
What a dream she was! Gil could hardly keep his mind on the camera mechanisms at the same time he gawked at the splendid movements on the golden goddess. He had to stop every few minutes and wipe the beads of perspiration off his forehead and out of his eyes.
"My God! These lights are hot!" he'd complain.
"Oh, come now, Mr. Barrows, you must be used to them by now," Jennifer would come back, cool as a cucumber. She never faltered, smiling, pouting or doing any other little facial expression he desired. Who gave a damn about the face, he wondered when a body like that was in view. He concentrated on the titties and buttocks, even to the point of crawling underneath her and shooting up, back and front.
"You ought to be a centerfold, baby," he murmured, focusing on the clean sweep of net between her luscious thighs.
"Who, me?" Jennifer smiled, arching her breasts high over the camera.
"Yeah, you," Gil replied, moving in for a down shot on the barely emerging nipples.
"Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls," she grinned, bending over and looking at him between her legs.
"Hold it! Oh, baby, hold it!" Gil cried, panting at the gorgeous sight of her curved buttocks. Her crack was almost completely exposed by the harsh bend of her body. He rose and aimed the camera. Then he put it down.
"You mind?" he murmured, reaching for the green band.
"Not at all. I told you that," Jennifer replied, reaching in back of her and sliding the net down a few inches. Her tiny anus appeared, a small brown dot in between her heavenly butt cheeks.
"Perfect!" he exclaimed, resisting the urge to kiss the dainty morsel. "A perfect shot," he added quickly, cautioned by the stern look on her upside down face.
He stepped back and took several shots of the raised ass from different angles, delighting in every position he took.
"A little more, please," he directed.
She slid the net down further until it fell willingly at her feet. She stepped out of the gauze.
"Now, turn around. That's it! Wider-wider ... more. Ah!" he gasped, reveling in the shape of her dipping mound and the tender pink of the cunt lips tucked sweetly between her thighs.
"The top?"
"Certainly." She unfastened the ridiculous band and flung it to one side. Then she raised her arms and twisted slowly, arching her back and moving her hips suggestively as he shot endless pictures.
Gil had a problem keeping his mind on what he was doing. His prick was hammering at his pants, begging for release. His mouth was watering with desire for this cool, professional but highly sensual model. Her every movement whetted his appetite. Surely she was aware of his torment, surely she could see the bulge in his pants.
But she gave no sign of it as she continued to posture above and before him.
Then he set down his camera and sleeted another one.
"For close-ups," he explained, moving up onto the platform next to Jennifer.
"Of course," she said, hardly flicking an eyelash.
"Down, please," he directed. Begged, was more like what he truly wanted to ask.
"Certainly," she muttered, dropping to her knees.
In the next few minutes, Gil put her through every pose he could think of and some she added. He had her crouching, kneeling, facing forward, turning her head back to him, lifting her ass, balancing on one knee, everything in an effort to see what she would put up with. There was no limit, he discovered. This was a calm, collected number, he decided. Maybe nothing flustered her....
"Sit down now, please. Lie back on your arms. Yes, like that. Now. Spread your legs. No, that won't do. Yes! Like that. Bend the knees. More ... more, wider now. Yes! A good deep shot!"
His insides were boiling, churning, at the sight of the slash now spread wide before his camera. He'd never seen such a delicate, delightful cunt, such soft pink lips and creamy looking lining. The tiny vagina opening looked like a baby's sweet mouth-too little to take more than his pinkie, if that much.
"It's too pretty for words," he said finally.
"What is?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"That is, your...." he said, almost touching her sweet pussy with his camera.
"Mr. Barrows!" she exlaimed, pulling back slightly. "Keep your mind on your work! And for your information, it's a cunt. C-U-N-T. Just like anybody else's, and surely you've seen one before, haven't you, Mr. Barrows?"
"You may call me Gil," he said lamely.
He went on with his shooting, trying to fathom the cool detatchment of this fantastic girl. Did she ever unthaw? he wondered.
He moved in on the spread morsel, coming within fractions of an inch to photograph every angle of the beautiful flower. Jennifer held her lips apart for him, widening the gap and giving him a better view of the tiny opening nestled within the petal pink walls.
His control was weakening. He longed to toss his camera aside and dive into that sweet cunny, force his tongue up that slender hole. But her almost haughty manner stayed his obeying his urge. But it didn't do anything like that to his cock. The angry tool was pounding louder, aching and itching to sweep into that beautiful cooze, engorge itself in that delicate pussy, stuff and cram until it was lodged deep inside.
In an effort to distract his flaming weapon from her cunny, he directed Jennifer to lie back and he moved up her side to directly above her titties. He began to shoot her breasts, focusing on the tender young nipples that rose teasingly from her jutting mounds. He couldn't believe how full and plump her titties were, even while she rolled and tossed around on the platform.
He moved in for one close up and his lens touched one of her nippled.
"OOOOO!" she cried. "That's cold!"
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Gil said, touching her nipple with his hand.
"Don't!" she exclaimed, moving away.
"My apologies again," Gil replied, completely befuddled now by the girl's apparent coldness. "I didn't meant to ... oh, what the hell! I've got enough pictures for one day. Let's call it a session."
He moved to the edge of the platform and started closing his lens.
Gil shuddered as he felt the slim hand moving around him and pressing over his tumescense.
"What?" he cried, turning slightly.
"Hold still, silly," Jennifer grinned at him. Skillfully she unzipped his trousers and freed his burning cock.
"Oh, you poor baby!" she cried, fondling the inflamed prick. "You've had to wait so long!"
Gil could hardly believe his eyes as she bent her head and began to lick gently at the knob of his penis. She cooed softly, murmuring phrases of endearment, as she moistened the huge head and dense shaft.
"Now baby's going to get his treat for being such a good boy," she said, licking at the tender piss-hole. Then she took the engorged head in her mouth, rolling it between her ripe lips and over her tongue.
Jennifer looked up at Gil's started face and winked. Then she looked down again and started taking her task seriously. She swallowed almost half of the gigantic cock, working it further and further into her hungry mouth.
Gil sighed and let his body fall back onto the platform, his legs hanging off the side, his feet on the floor.
He was no more than prone before Jennifer slid her hips over his chest and settled her gorgeous twat down over his mouth. He pushed her hips up a minute, to make sure it wasn't a joke. Sure enough, there was the same sweet little cunny that had been teasing, tantalizing him minutes earlier.
Praying the vision wouldn't melt before he got a taste of it, he clasped the hips firmly and drew her back down to him. His tongue left his mouth and slowly licked at the pink lips, tasting the sweet fluids that lightly flowed between her vagina walls.
"Come on now, big boy! You can do better than that!" Jennifer called back over her shoulder.
Suddenly Gil responded, the torment in his body over-took him and he greedily lashed out at the tender trap. He licked deep into the tiny cooze, pressing his mouth hard against the golden treasure.
"OH, LICK MY CUNT! SUCK ME! EAT ME!" Jennifer cried, rolling her buttocks and mashing her twat into his eager mouth. He complied with a fever, lapping out fiercely into the gorgeous cunny, licking faster and deeper as the tiny hole expanded, opening itself up to him.
Jennifer ground her hips as the sensation of Gil's tongue and mouth shot up her body. She worked fast over his prick, sliding her mouth up and down the thick shaft and licking and blowing as hard as she could. Her lips worked like a suction over the expanded tool, cupping hard as she drew her head up and sliding easily as she dipped down over the prong.
"AHHHHHH!" Gil shrieked as his balls exploded. He felt his cum ballooning up, ready to shoot forth. Jennifer tightened her grip on his scrotum and jammed a finger into his ass hole.
"UUNNNNGHGHHHH!" he grunted. His sperm cannoned into her mouth, filling her with one gigantic burst. She kept sucking, drawing out every drop of goodness from his smoking gun. Then she swallowed, relishing the salty mixture as if it were a rare treat, an expensive delicacy. Hell, Gil thought, there's more, baby, if that's what you like.
Jennifer finished swallowing and turned to smile expansively at Gil.
"That was good, honey! Real good!"
He smiled weakly at her , watching her catch a drop of sperm that had escaped and was threatening to drip to her chin.
Then he pulled himself up, groaning at the effort.
"I don't get it, Jennifer," he said. "First you were Miss Frigidaire, cool as an iceberg. Then this. What is it with you?"
"Why, Mr. Barrows!" she laughed. "You wanted a model and you got a model. At fifty dollars an hour, you're complaining?"
He looked at her, still puzzled.
"Oh, I don't charge for what happened afterwards," she explained. "You finished shooting at three-thirty. That's seventy-five dollars. Period. See?"
And well worth it, Gil thought.
"What would it be if you charged for what came afterwards?" he asked mischievously.
"About a million and a half," she grinned, patting his limp dong.
She's worth that too, he said to himself.
"Let's make it five and have another go at it," he suggested, feeling his cock stiffening under her cool hand.
"Who pays who?" she asked impishly, eying his growing tool happily.
"We'll decide that later," he said, diving for her. She giggled and squirmed out of his clutches. She was almost on her feet when he grabbed her again, pulling her down, face forward, with a thud.
"OOOOOFF!" she gasped, laughing loudly as he fell over her back. He worked her legs apart and, while she still was laughing, plunged his prick deep into her cunt.
"OHHHHH!" she cried. "MY GOD! YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
His cock now was impaled deep inside her. He pulled up, slipping his hands under her and pulling her ass up under his prick. Then he would his arms around her and gripped her mound.
"OH!" she gasped again at the sudden pressure.
He drew his cock back and drove again, pushing it deep and hard with one mighty thrust.
"UH! UH! OOOOOO!" she moaned. But for his steadying hands, she would have fallen on her face again.
Straining against the massive article in her cunt, she tried to fuck back over it. It was too big. The pain in her cooze was terrible.
"I CAN'T! NO! YOU'RE TOO BIG!" she shrieked.
"Easy, baby, easy. You're be all right in a minute," Gil said soothingly.
He worked his fingers between her slash lips and found her miniscule clit. Massaging it, he felt it grow rigid under his fingers. Then the juices began to flow anew, gushing forward to lubricate his sunken shaft.
"Ohhhh!" she sighed, sliding over the tool.
"Better, honey?" he asked.
"OH, YES! FUCK ME NOW, GIL! FUCK ME GOOD!" she screamed, rotating her hips invitingly.
Gil didn't need a second directive. He drew out and plunged, again and again, faster and faster as her body gyrated and writhed, bucking back against him. His balls slapped against her sweet mound and his cock made squishy sounds as it plowed into her cush.
"OH! OH! OH! MY GOD! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she shrieked, tossing and turning over his ramming dick. Her hands groped between her legs, clutching his balls and squeezing them gently, urging him on.
They pitched and tossed happily for the remainder of the afternoon, delighting in their discovery of each other.
CHAPTER THREE
Jennifer hurried up the steps of the soot-blackened building, pleased with her surprise. Her assignment for the morning, to demonstrate kitchen appliances at a convention, had been canceled when the manufacturer forgot to order electrical service for his section in the convention hall. So Jennifer had headed for the delicatessen near her home and bought thin-sliced turkey, potato salad, bread and some other goodies to treat her new friend, Gil Barrows.
From the recollection of his studio, she doubted he ate regularly. It would be time now for either a late breakfast or an early lunch. Her heart skipped a beat as she imagined dessert-Gil's anxious, eager big cock and her own warm, wet pussy. The thought of their escapades yesterday afternoon and evening on his posing platform excited her and she raced up the steps to the second floor, skipping every other one with her long, slender and nimble legs.
She reached the top of the second level and paused in front of the door to Gil's studio. Adjusting her package, she started to knock, lightly in case Gil was still asleep.
"UH! OH, RICHARD! EASE IT IN! IT HURTS!"
The voice of a young girl stopped Jennifer, her hand in mid-air. She looked around. The door to the apartment across the hall was slightly ajar. She hesitated, not wanting to spy on something that might be very private.
She recalled Gil's saying something about his neighbors, something about a black painter and his good-looking sister. Curiosity was gaining on her.
"THERE! PRESS DOWN, LIKE THAT! EASY NOW!" It was a man's voice this time, a deep, rich voice with a full-throated timbre. The sound ran down Jennifer's spine like firm, massaging fingers. She couldn't stop herself now.
Tip-toeing across the hall, she pushed open the door slightly and peeked in. There in front of her was the back of the most muscular black body she'd ever seen. And the first completely naked one she'd ever laid eyes on.
"OH, RICHARD! IT STILL HURTS!" the girl's voice implored.
Jennifer barely could see the smaller figure on the other side of the black man. From where she stood, however, it was obvious the girl was bending over, her back to her assaulter. Jennifer shivered as she became aware of what was happening. The black girl was being fucked from the back, apparently in the ass hole.
"OH GOD! I CAN FEEL IT NOW! OOOOH!" the girl cried, beginning to relish the throbbing tool in her anus.
"THAT'S IT, BABY! FUCK BACK AGAINST ME! OH, BABY!" the big black man moaned, pressing into the thin form under him. His hands were around the small girl, fondling her. Jennifer felt her crotch moistening, filling with her own juices, as she watched the passionate sight.
She wanted at that ramming prick, wanted it with all her might right now. Her cunt itched for action, so aroused was she becoming under the stimulation of two writhing bodies.
Unable to resist her impulse, she shut the door softly behind her and moved forward, trying to get a better view of the couple.
They were oblivious to her approach. Completely wrapped up in what they were doing, they fucked harder and faster against each other. Jennifer's eyes grew large as she drew near enough to see the thick black pole drive in and out of the girl's rectum. The sight drove Jennifer into a frenzy. Her hand raced to her crotch and scratched furiously at her streaming cooze under her skin-tight pants. She wore no panties, not wanting to ruin the clean, voluptuous line of her curving hips and thighs. Her pussy felt tender under the knit cloth, still a little sore from the prodding Gil's cock had given her for hours on end the day before. But the fluids were gushing, demanding relief from the irritation they were producing on her sweet cooze lips and hole. She had to have that wonderful black rod inside her.
"Uhn!" her moan escaped her lips involuntarily. Jennifer gasped and brought her hand to her mouth as the couple drew slightly apart and looked at her in wonder.
"Oh, don't mind me!" she said quickly, embarrassed at being caught. The black man stared at her coolly, taking in the spreading stain between her thighs. He grinned at last and motioned her to a chair with one thumb.
"Be with you a minute, lady," he said calmly. Then he renewed his efforts at the backside of the young girl, gradually building his tempo to what it had been earlier and then beyond that. He reamed her ass thorougly, drawing moans and cries of both pleasure and pain from the girl who writhed beneath him, straining back over his demanding cock, milking it finally of what seemed like buckets of creamy fluid. The moisture ran down her thighs, glistening on the smooth black skin of her lovely legs.
Jennifer sat obediently in the chair the man had indicated, resisting a desire to rush to the beautiful black man and clean his limp, dripping prick.
As if reading her mind, the man crossed quickly to her and stood in front of her chair. She looked at him questioningly. He nodded.
Hesitantly she took his flaccid tool in her two slim white hands and put it to her mouth. She licked at the drops on the dark knob.
"Mmmmmm!" she said, savoring the salty sweetness of his cum. The fluid had a slightly acid flavor, probably from the girl's ass hole. Jennifer liked it. She'd never tasted such a delicacy before in her life. Eagerly she lapped down the side of the tool, rolling her tongue over the soft skin, feeling it give under her hungry probings. She found more cum down under his prick, lodged in his kinky pubic hair and cresting his immense ball sac. She fondled his scrotum lovingly, hoping beyond hope to revive his penis and claim it for herself.
As she worked eagerly, he began to speak, maddenly indifferent to her efforts on his organs.
"You wanted to see me?"
She looked up, regretting leaving his cock.
"Uh, I was coming to visit Gil Barrows, across the hall. I didn't mean to barge in on you. I hope you don't mind," she apologized, returning to her task.
"Barrows, huh? You must be the model chick he mentioned this morning."
"I'm Jennifer Collins," she looked up again. "He mentioned me?"
"Yeah. Said if you should come by, he'd be back at noon. Had to go somewhere," the black man said with no expression. He looked down on her bobbing head.
"Oh, yeah, I'm Richard Wilson," he added. "And this is my sister, Louise."
Jennifer looked up again, searching for the girl. Louise smiled from the window, where she had been standing since parting from her brother's body. She still was naked. Jennifer blushed and greeted the girl.
"Nothing fazes these people," she thought to herself. Then her attention was distracted in a pleasant way. Richard's prick rose sharply, brushing her cheek with its warm stiffness.
"Oh! It's alive again!" she cooed, delighted that her manipulations were paying off.
Richard merely gazed at her, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"You ever had a black cock?" he asked finally.
"No, I haven't," Jennifer replied, her crotch churning in anticipation.
"How you want it, front or back?" he asked in a flat voice.
She resented his impersonal attitude. He hadn't even touched her yet, and here he was, clinically discussing positions. She decided to try to get the upper hand, spark some interest in his cold, analytical eyes.
Standing up, she slowly peeled off her tight pants, rolling them down her smooth, white hips. She watched him surveying the emerging wonders of her creamy hips and thighs, the silken mound of pussy hairs. Then she turned her back to him and stepped out of the pants, lifting each leg higher than necessary to increase the play of her supple hips. She was aware of his eyes boring into her ass cheeks and the tight little valley between them. She held her muscles taut, denying him a glimpse of the sweet little hole.
Then she straightened and pulled off the clinging mesh sweater. Her enormous titties floated free, the nipples shooting forth, hard and eager in their flaming redness.
She turned slowly, letting him take in her voluptuous, creamy whiteness. She was pleased with the effect. His jaw worked hard under his ebony chin. His eyes blazed at the sight of the gorgeous globes on her chest. He took the two melons in his big black hands and studied them, as if appraising their worth on the market.
"Nice," he said. "Very nice."
But the way his prick danced, pounding against his belly, contradicted the calmness in his voice and the absent minded touch of his hands.
Jennifer swung her hips lazily from side to side, arching her back to increase the size of her titties in his cupping hands.
"You want some white pussy now, don't you?" she asked coyly, enjoying the sweat beads that marked his forehead.
His coolness melted. Even as she spoke, he clutched her fiercely, digging his hands into her white shoulders. Their lips met. His kiss was violent, almost painful. Jennifer shuddered as their bodies ground together, her breasts flattened against his barelled chest. She opened her mouth wide to take in his driving tongue. It rammed into her receptive mouth, meeting hers and entwining sensuously there. She spread her legs and reached down between their bellies for his cock. With some effort she pulled it down and enclosed it between her thighs, moving forward to increase the friction on her flooding vagina.
"UHHHHNNNN!" she moaned, straining for breath. His crisp cock hairs scraped her tender pussy mound, giving her a thrill of what was to come. His hands now were working over her buttocks, digging into the soft flesh and clutching the cheeks hungrily.
She had brought him to a flaming passion, an uncontrollable desire. It was just what she wanted.
He tore his mouth from hers and pulled her down to the bare floor. The hard wood felt cold against her back but there was no time for arguments now. He covered her, panting hard, and rammed his cock into her creamy box hard, pushing it forward with his hand until it lodged deep inside her. He stopped a second to probe and then drove the immense prick hard, thrusting it the rest of the way in her.
"AHHHHHHHH!" she moaned, trying to pull back from the cruel blow. Her cunt was violated to the limits. Though she was soaking wet, she barely could hold the mammoth meat inside her tiny vagina. The tool burned inside of her, far beyond where andy man had been before. Her stomach throbbed, suffering from the invasion.
Their bellies ground again as he held the position. She writhed and twisted, unable to budge the horrible force between her thighs. Panic stopped her voice. Words wouldn't come out of her mouth. She swallowed air and fought at him with her tiny fists. It was futile. He held fast to her curvaceous hips and began to move, pulling his prick only halfway and ramming it forward again.
"EEEEYYYYYYIIIIII!'" she screamed, finding her voice in the violence of his act. To stop her, Richard clamped his mouth down over hers. Then he started a rhythmic pounding in her cunt. He rose and fell harder, going in deeper with each drive, bringing her so much pain she would have screamed again and again if she could.
His angry rod inflamed her, filled her and sent fires over her naked white body, engulfing her with torment. Her liquids fought to quench the flames. They finally gave her enough lubrication to handle the forceful rammings in her abused cooze. Soon she was responding to the hot, passionate body riding hers. She bucked up, pitching him high, fucking against him with her strong buttocks. She never knew she had such power before. The rod rammed faster and faster, carrying her off the another world, a world of color and lights and loud drum beats. It was sheer ecstasy!
Then he released her mouth. She moaned and cried loudly as she fucked up against him. Her hands wrapped around his big torso, her fingernails digging into his black skin fiercely. She was urging him on.
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed. "MORE! MORE! RIDE ME HIGHER!"
Her hands swooped down his body to his buttocks. She clasped the muscular cheeks and tried to pull him up higher. He strained forward until her hands were underneath his ass, her fingers probing for his bum hole. She found it and poked in her index finger with one uncompromising thrust.
"AAAHHHHHH!" he cried, driving into her with a new, raging force, his lust heightened by her finger in his anus. Her gyrations brought his passions to a peak quicker than usual.
It happened seconds later. Richard felt it coming, the force that was building up deep within his scrotum. His balls burst and the stream gushed forward, exploding into his deeply lodged prick.
"NOW ... I'M GOING TO GO OFF ... OOOOFFFF!" he grunted, thrashing about over her.
"NOW! NOW! COME NOW! OH! IT'S HEAVENLEY!" she cried, moving her body like a wild woman under his tightening her pussy over his exploding prick, milking him of the flooding river that now was pouring out of his still concrete hard penis.
"UH! UH! UH!" he groaned, working convulsively over her. Then it was over. His prick fell out, soft and sopping, with a squish. She gave him a wet kiss on the lips, a hot one that expressed her gratitude far better than words could.
Richard smiled at the model, realizing he'd met and conquered one of the best there was. He knelt before her prone body, looking fondly over the glistening, sweaty curves.
"I'll say one thing for my new neighbor," Richard smiled down at Jennifer. "He does have good taste."
Jennifer beamed weakly back at him. "And I like his new location here just fine."
She looked hopefully at his wagging, limp rod and then back at his pleasant face. "May I?" she asked.
"No, let me!" Louise cried, dashing across the room. The tawny skinned girl dropped to her knees next to the relaxed couple. "I got left out, Richard. Can I do it?"
Richard looked at Jennifer, who shrugged. "Why not?" she asked. "I got it last time."
Louise remained on her knees. Richard rose and stood quietly while the girl cleaned his cock, licking each drop of cum and pussy juices from the tool. Then she turned back to Jennifer, her mouth running with the goodness.
Guessing instantly what she wanted, Jennifer leaned forward and kissed her, taking some of the honey drops into her own mouth and rolling it around inside before she swallowed it. Louise wiped her mouth and licked the small bit of moisture from her hand.
"Hmmmm!" she sighed. "I sure do like that!"
"So do I!" Jennifer laughed. "There's a lot more to be said for race mixing than Congress ever dreamed of!"
Richard and his sister laughed at their new friend. Then Louise held out her hand and helped the girl to her feet.
"What are we doing now?" Jennifer asked, not really caring what they had in mind for her.
"Just relax, baby," Richard said. "Louise can alwasy think of something nice for our new friends."
Jennifer did just that as Louise led her to the platform Richard used for his models, just like Gil did for his photography across the hall.
Following Louise's directions, Jennifer lay back on the platform, with her feet near the edge. She closed her eyes, waiting for whatever was to come.
She felt cool hands gently pulling her legs apart. Other hands stroked her swelling titties, caressing the hard, erect nipples tenderly, urging them to new heights. Her body felt warm and relaxed as the hands roamed over her, gliding over every part of her, searching and massaging each sensitive portion of her anatomy.
It was delightful, the attentions of these two black people. Jennifer sighed as their hands awake in her new sensations of pleasure. She was willing to let them do anything to her they wanted.
But she wasn't expecting what came next. Her legs were lifted and bent back over her chest. Her hips raised several inches of the platform and heavy hands reached under her buttocks, lifting her ass even higher.
Her ass cheeks were spread wide, and fingers caressed the exposed valley, gently touching the soft brown rim around her miniscule ass hole.
"Hmmmmm!" she sighed, letting her body go limp as chills of delight raced up and down her spine. This was better than a sauna bath, she thought.
A soft, wet object brushed her mouth. Her nostrils tickled with the scent of sweet musky odors and curly hairs touched her upper lip. She didn't have to open her eyes to know that Louise had lowered her butt down over her face and was offering her wonderful cooze to her mouth.
Jennifer's tongue flicked out and tasted the honey dew on Louise's cunt lips. The fluid was warm and pleasant on the tongue. She savored the flavor for an instant before licking out again, letting her tongue explore the gaping cooze.
Louise settled her pussy down firmly over Jennifer's mouth, pressing into the eager lips. The liquids now flowed freely as the black girl rotated her hips over the white girl's face.
Jennifer was about to loose herself in the wonderful pussy aroma when she felt a tremendous wedge piercing her delicate anus.
"OWWWWW!" she screamed. The pain ripped up her back. She felt her body splitting in two.
"NO! OH, MY GOD! NO!" she cried, fighting the terrible torture. The tool pressed on, tearing her rectal tissue as it force itself into her.
She screamed again, thrashing about with her hands, unable to reach the stalk that was punishing her backside.
"PLEASE! NO! NOT THAT! YOU'LL KILL ME! I'M NOT BIG ENOUGH! YOU'LL KILL ME!"
Louise pressed down, muffling Jennifer's cries as the hammer continued to bang into her. The pain was excruciating in her bum hole. Terrified, Jennifer clamped her teeth onto the gaping cunt lips and clenched against the pain.
"AAIIIEEEEE!" Louise screamed. She grabbed Jennifer's titties and tweaked the nippes hard, forcing the white girl to release her hold on the black cunt. Jennifer moaned under the double agony. Her nipples felt as if they were going to come off in the tight fingers around them. Her ass hole was rammed beyond her endurance.
"UMMMMHHH! AAAAMMMM!" she gasped against the pressing slit. She rolled her head, straining for a breath of air. The body held her tight, unable to move. Her legs were numb, mashed painfully against her, her knees locked in place on either side of her tortured titties.
Still the prick came on, slowly forcing its way deeper into her tight little bum hole. She heard Richard grunting as he drove his wang deeper and harder, pressing it into her up to the hilt.
She screamed silently, praying she would live through the awful ordeal.
"LICK ME! SUCK MY CUNT!" Louise demanded, lifting her buttocks slightly and sliding her twat over Jennifer's mouth again.
Too scared to resist, Jennifer obliged, darting her serpentine tongue out and into the sopping cunny, licking and sucking the sweet flowing juices as fast as she could.
"OH! THAT'S GOOD! GOBBLE ME! SWALLOW MY PUSSY!" the black girl ordered, rotating her body over Jennifer's enslaved mouth.
Jennifer's scream was stiffled by the raging cush when Richard slid his dangerous peter partially out of her anus and drove again, wedging his prick deep down in her tiny hole. Jennifer moaned, fearing the tremendous shaft would break through into her stomach at any moment.
"UHHHHNNN!" she gasped, feeling the weapon pull out again for another attack.
SUCK ME! DON'T STOP!" Louise cried, pressing down again onto Jennifer's wide-open, screaming mouth.
The rod fired into her, reaming her ass with a mighty, unrelenting plunge.
Stars flashed before Jennifer's eyes. The agony increased, somehow changing into something more subtle, more pleasurable.
She felt her cunt raging in response to the hammering at her ass hole.
Her body tensed as the jammings begin to feel good to her. The sensation enveloped her, draining her of her sensibilities.
Then she passed out.
CHAPTER FOUR
Brenda Meadows was fantastically well preserved for a woman of her age. Her delicately tanned skin was free from any wrinkles and her long raven colored hair and deep blue eyes combined with her fantastic figure to make her look like she was in her early twenties.
Her fourteen year-old daughter, Nancy, was a smaller carbon copy of her mother.
Brenda Meadows had decided to bring Nancy down to the West Village to have the young black artist paint a birthday portrait.
She was also interested in finding out if the young black man was as good with his cock as a friend of hers had pictured him to be.
Nancy and her mother climbed the wooden staircase to the second floor loft of Richard Wilson. Mrs. Meadow rapped on the old wooden door.
"Come in," a voice called from inside. Brenda pushed opend the door and walked in, followed closely by her daughter.
A tall, muscular balck in a fish net shirt smiled at them. Mrs. Meadows could feel her hot box juices beginning to trickle as she gazed at the sinewy black artist's body.
"A friend of mine said you could take care of us ... my daughter wants a portrait for her birthday. You were recommended."
"May I ask who sent you to me?" Richard asked, his eyes taking in the heaving breasts of the attractive woman and the supple thighs of her mini-skirted young daughter.
"Jane Tanner said you were a very talented young man," Brenda Meadows smiled.
"Oh yes, Jane Tanner. A very lovely young woman," Richard replied, remembering the exciting young white woman who had come to his studio last month, her cunny hungry for black cock.
"Well, Mr. Wilson, I was thinking of something a little special for my precious Nancy..maybe a full length portrait-a nude portrait," Brenda Meadows said suggestively.
"Of course," Richard answered. "What a wonderful idea!"
"I'm so glad you understand," Mrs. Meadows smiled at Richard.
"There's just one thing, Mr. Wilson," Brenda Meadows continued. "My darling little Nancy is a little self-conscious about posing nude. I wonder if you would mind if I took off my clothes too-so she won't feel so embarrassed."
"Of course not," Richard replied. "I think that is very considerate of you."
Brenda began to undo the buttons on her white silk blouse. Richard's eyes feasted on more and more of her well-rounded titties as the blouse continued to open. Brenda Meadows's skin was a smooth milky-white, a color that Richard liked.
"Do you think you might help me with the hook in back of my skirt?" Brenda Meadows asked playfully.
"Why certainly, that's what I'm here for, my dear lady," Richard answered her, his hands reaching out and undoing the hook.
"You've got really good hands, I'll bet," Mrs. Meadows said, backing up against Richard and wiggling her full ass cheeks back and forth across his imprisoned prong.
Richard could feel the cock beginning to stiffen as the white woman's fertile ass cheeks brushed against the cock bulging in his pants.
Young Nancy Meadows sat and watched her mother working on the beautiful black man. As she watched the two of them, Nancy's flashing fingers worked feverishly in her little girl cunny, poking into her juicy little snatch and making her all hot and hungry for the wonderful feel of a nice big fat prick inside her pussy.
"Here, let me help you slip out of that," Richard smiled as he slid his hands inside Brenda's skirt and slid it down her smooth legs.
"Thank you, Richard," Brenda said, letting her silk blouse drop to the floor. Richard stepped back and appraised the stacked white woman. Her titties would have to be at least thirty-eights. And her hips had a tender, yet frim quality. Nice ass cheeks-very curvy, not at all flat like some white women. All in all, Richard looked forward to sample her wares. She turned to face him.
"Well, Mr. Wilson, why don't you help me finish undressing?" she smiled.
Richard moved forward and slipped his talented black hands into Brenda Meadows's panties, running his fingers along her ass crack and cupping her ample buns.
"Unnnh! Hurry up and take my panties off, honey!" Brenda whispered urgently into Richard's ear. She thrust her own hungry mound against the large bulge in Richard's pants.
Richard dropped to his knees and began to slowly pull down Brenda's bikini panties, nibbling at the dark pubic hair covering her ripe mound. She pushed her cooze forward against Richard's nose. The smell of her juices filled his head.
"EAT ME, RICHARD! EAT MY PUSSY!" Brenda urged, rotating her hips and pressing her cooze lips against his very eager mouth.
The artist ground his lips into the sweet stachel, savoring the succulent aroma and the tasty droplets of moisture. He wrapped his strong black arms around Brenda's hips and held her tight while he explored her cunny, licking first lightly at the soft lips and then driving his tongue between the layers of skin.
Brenda moaned as he found the center of her pleasure drive, her now erect, demanding clit bud. She writhed against him, pulling at his kinky black hair with her white fingers. The excitement of having this big balck and powerful man eating her gave her an extra charge. She loved having her pussy worked over like this, but the added thrill of a black man servicing her was a rare treat. She tensed her body, trying to delay her orgasm.
But Richard's tongue knew too well what it was doing. He probed deep, working intensely against her hard clit bud and beyond, far into the warm, wet cavern between her creamy white thighs.
"OH, MY GOD! HARDER! I LOVE IT!" Brenda screamed. She tore at his hair and bucked her hips against his face, crying out for more of his wonderful licking and tonguing.
Nancy gazed raptly at her mother, jealous of both" her more voluptuous body and the beautiful, thrilling sight below her belly. The girl was a virgin, but she'd been fingered and sucked enough herself to know something of what her mother was experiencing. Her own little hand flew at her cunny, drawing forth a. large quantity of bubbly, scented liquid. The wetness ran over her hand and she drew it back to lick up the sweet drop-lets.
"AHHHHHH! OH, RICHARD I'M COMMING!" Brenda shrieked. Her eyes were closed now and her head was thrown back want only as she pitched her body against the face pressed hard against her snatch.
Richard parted her hip cheeks with his big hands and ran a finger hard into her bum hole, doubling the wild woman's passion.
"EEYYIIIII! AAAAAIIIIII!" she bellowed, her mouth wide open and gasping.
In a flash, Brenda dropped to the floor and groped blindly for Richard's fly. She tore open his trousers and grabbed for his flaring prick.
"MORE! MORE! I'VE GOT TO HAVE MORE!" she cried, clutching greedily for his big black cock. Richard smiled and lay back on the floor, calmly awaiting her next move. She pulled her body over his and squatted above his magnificent dick, which strained upward towards her gaping cooze.
Without even guiding the weapon, she dropped heavily downward, her cunt swallowing his tool in one rapid gulp. Then she began a fierce ride. Placing his hands on his chest for support, she started bouncing up and down as hard as she could, forcing the prick to drive deep into her dark cavern. Her pussy hairs meshed with Richard's on the down stroke.
Nancy watched the blur of action with wide eyes. Her virgin crotch itched maddeningly now. She wanted that big wonderful cock to herself. Her fingers were jamming faster and faster into her little cunt, causing pain when they reached her tender hymen. She was burning for someone, something to pop that silly cherry and give her some real relief from the torture between her slender thighs.
Something made Nancy look up from the frantic gyrations on the floor. A slim, dark figure in a white towel was watching her from the doorway to the next room.
Nancy was startled to see the pretty black girl smiling at her. Then the girl lowered the towel, revealing two perfect orbs, two dark firm mounds crested with taut pink nipples.
Nancy gasped. As if in a trance, she rose and walked across the room, stepping around the writhing bodies on the floor. Her hand went out unconsciously to the dark globes, pressing the soft skin. She marveled at the cool feel of the smooth skin over the beautiufl titties. Her own body felt burning hot in contrast.
"I hope you don't mind," Nancy said lamely, unable to control her little hand.
The dark girl merely smiled. Then she let go of the towel completely. It dropped gracefully to the floor, revealing the rest of the fantastic body on the black mound and peeking dark pink lips under the girl's belly.
"Oh!" Nancy said in surprise at the lovely sight. She stepped back, bringing her hands to her mouth in delight.
"Oh!" she said again, seeing more of the beautiful form and swelling pussy lips on the dusky girl.
"May I?" she asked, hesitatingly reaching between the girl's legs.
Again there was no answer. Instead, the girl leaned against the door jam and brought one of her slim legs up and rested her foot on her knee, spreading her thighs for Nancy's eager hand.
The girl smiled gently as Nancy touched the tender lips under the curly hair.
In a moment, the white girl pulled back her hand, noticing it was covered with a thick layer of creamy fluid, much thicker and more aromatic than her own.
"Mmmmmm!" Nancy murmured as she licked at the goodness on her fingers. She raised her eyes, meeting the steady gaze of the black girl. Shortly the girl nodded encouragement and Nancy replaced her hand, probing further into the warm channel. She felt around in the opening, noticing that it too was wider, easier to enter than her own tight little passage. And there was no barrier inside to stop Nancy's eager fingers. Nancy was puzzled. The black girl didn't look much older than herself, but Nancy didn't know many Negroes so she couldn't tell the pretty girl's age.
But she could tell one thing the girl wasn't a virgin. Nancy woundered if she were the wife or girlfriend of the man now with her mother.
These thoughts were confusing to Nancy. She decided to go ahead and ask.
"Uh ... I'm Nancy Meadows," she said, still toying with the wet avenue between the other girl's dark thighs.
"Hi. I'm Louise," the girl responded.
"Louise what?"
"Wilson."
"Oh. Are you and he related?" Nancy asked, indicating the man lying on the floor, under her mother's still driving hips.
"Yes. I'm his sister," Louise said.
"Oh," Nancy said, feeling stupid. Her fingers now had ceased their exploration. She didn't know what to do now, whether to draw them out or continue. Louise settled the issue.
The black girl finished the chore Nancy had begun timidly earlier. She pulled off the rest of her clothes and helped her to the floor.
Then Louise dropped down beside her new friend and slid a hand between the silky white thighs. Holding one of Nancy's hands, she placed it back at her own pussy and then started to massage Nancy's young cunny tenderly, building the flow of juices until Nancy was creaming heavily.
Then she slid her body over the white girl's and turned around, facing Nancy's feet. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at Nancy, indicating what she wanted with a wag of her tantalizing hips.
Nancy responded slowly, raising her mouth to meet the descending buttocks and pressing her lips into the hot box offered her. At the same moment, the white girl felt another mouth cover her mound and move forward, chewing gently at the vagina covering until Louise's head was lodged well between Nancy's thighs. The white girl raised her legs, bending them around the dark head as the skilled mouth sucked on her cunt.
"OOOOHHHHH! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! LICK ME, LOUISE!" Nancy cried, taking great pleasure in the serpentine tongue that was wiggling into her crotch, licking and sucking at the flooding juices.
In response, Louise mashed her hips down hard against Nancy's mouth, closing off her speech. Nancy replied to the demand by digging harder into the sweet smelling cunny, chewing at the tender meat with her tiny white teeth. " AARRRRGGGGHHHH!" Louise shrieked. "YOU'RE HURTING ME! DON'T BITE SO HARD!"
Nancy nibbled playfully at the black girl's rockhard clit, forcing it to even greater erection against her tongue.
Nancy Meadows loved the girl's dark, sleek body against her milky white one. Even more, she loved the things Louise was doing to her tender cooze. Her body was flaming, crying for more of the maddening tonguing and licking and sucking Louise was giving her.
But she dared not cry out again. She kept her mouth busy against Louise's streaming cunt.
And it wasn't hard. Louise was flowing fast now, filling Nancy's mouth with the succulent goodness from her pussy. Nancy swallowed and licked, sucked and gulped, frantically trying to stanch the flood she was creating with her tonguing into Louise's cunny.
The beautiful black girl groaned as Nancy's mouth ground into her fuming cooze. Her head came up, her lips dripping with the white girl's sopping juices.
"OHHHHHH! SUCK ME MORE, WHITE GIRL! GOBBLE MY CUNT! OH! OH! OH! SUCK! SUCK!" she screamed, pressing her ass firmly down on Nancy's mouth. The white girl nearly choked on the grinding meat. She swallowed hard and pushed her tongue out as far as it would go into the gaping, fuming crotch hole. At the same time, she raised her hips off the floor, seeking the mouth that had been playing such a delightful ditty over her now abandoned cunny. Louise closed her mouth down over the warm softness again quickly and worked harded, hoping to spur Nancy's lips and tongue, to bring on the climax she felt was soon to sweep her dark body.
A few feet away, Brenda and Richard had fallen into a relaxed heap. Their passions spent, they lay wrapped in each other's arms, delighting in the smell of their sweat and sex. Brenda stroked Richard's stomach, tracing her fingers around the edge of his briar patch playfully.
"I hope you can paint as well as you can fuck," she whispered into his ear.
"You expect a lot, don't you?" he chuckled.
His fingers were working gently over her buttocks, pressing the soft flesh and kneading the ass cheeks as he spoke.
"I can hope, can't I?" Brenda smiled.
Her hand dipped lower, working through the wiry hairs to his flaccid manhood. Even limp, it was big. She measured the length in the palm of her hand, amazed at the size of the now-slender tool.
"You've got quite a cock on you, you know that?" she asked, blowing teasingly into his ear.
"That's what all you white women say," he laughed. The sound came from low in his massive black chest and rolled in waves up through his throat. Brenda like the manly sound. She also liked what he was doing to her bottom. His strong fingers pressed between her firm ass cheeks and against her taut bum hole. The digits worked gently yet pleasingly around the rim of her tiny hole.
"MMMMMMMMMM!" she moaned, pressing closer to him and arching her back. Her immense breasts swelled and her nippled hardened, cutting into his chest. She stroked his tool, praying she could bring it back to life but sensing it could do an adequate job in the state it was in now.
"I want you, Richard. I want you inside me again," she murmured in his ear. Her tongue slipped out and circled the inner edges of his ear, licking gently at the organ.
"Can you handle it, baby?" she asked, blowing again into his ear.
He put a hand on one of her tumultuous titties and pushed her back a little. Then he turned his head and looked at her through half-closed eyes.
"Are you kidding, woman?" he asked. The smile on his mouth was hard, twisted.
To her amazement and delight, the weapon in her hand doubled and then tripled in size, springing out of her hand and jutting upward, swollen and throbbing beyond its previous dimensions.
"OH!" she exclaimed, feeling a pang of dread at the sight of the mammoth prong.
"OH, MY GOD! IT'S GROWN!" she exclaimed.
Hypnotized by the fantastic dark rod, she held her breath and rolled back, spreading her legs to receive the big shaft.
Richard leaned across her and clutched her shoulder.
"No, baby. Not like that. Now we do it my way," he said in a low tone. He turned her over quickly and began to mount her.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nancy Meadows' heart beat faster as she skipped up the steps to the building where the painter and his sexy little sister lived.
She wished her mother had come with her today, but Brenda Meadows begged off, saying she had an appointment she couldn't break with the hairdresser.
Brenda also was very sore. Her ass hole and cunny still hurt with every step. She was eager to see the gigantic black man again but she wasn't going to risk the temptation of his fantastic cock until her body could take it again.
"Besides, darling," she had said to Nancy, "you might be more comfortable this time without Mommy there."
"Mommy" had been completely aware of Nancy's activities with Richard's younger sister yesterday afternoon. She'd been completely unaware of anything but the majestic tool riding deep into her crotch, front and back, and really didn't know anything about what Nancy had been doing while she was occupied.
Even as they left the apartment and walked the few blocks to the subway, Brenda had been silent, lost in her own thoughts about her delightful discovery. The woman considered the possibility of having her own portrait done by Richard Wilson. It was a good way to continue seeing him.
Until Louise had come in to distract her, Nancy wasn't the least bit surprised at her mother's seduction of the painter. She'd often watched from the doorway or through the keyhole when Brenda entertained a boyfriend. That's how Nancy had begun to explore her own pussy-under the visual stimulous of her mother's sexual exploits. And once, when her mother was late getting ready for a date, Nancy had offered her twat to the male visitor, encouraging him to feel her sweet virgin pussy. Then she let him kiss her there, and finger her tiny hold. But when the man grew heated and the bulge in his pants became noticeable, Nancy grew frightened and dashed off upstairs. Later she explored her crotch with her fingers, watching the scene in a hand mirror held between her legs.
She was entranced by the pretty sight-the tender, baby pink lips and inner lining. She'd fingered there until juices came running out and her body tensed, sending a shudder of pleasure over her slender frame.
Later she'd let some of her school chums fondle her growing breasts and play with her pussy. She liked watching the boys' tiny pricks begin to swell as they poked their fingers into her cunt. Sometimes she would unzip their pants and play with the little tools, massaging them to greater size.
One day, Jack Smithers, her best boyfriend, shot off a sticky white fluid in her hands. It surprised both of them. On an impulse she tasted the moisture and found it was nice tasting. A little salty but nice. Then she let him lick the juices from her cunny lips and she liked that even more.
But she'd never had a close girlfriend she could confide in, one she would tell about her strange feelings when boys played with her. She'd always wished for such a friend, and now, maybe she'd found one in the beautiful black girl, Louise, the black painter's sister.
Nancy sensed the girl was like herself and wouldn't be shocked by any of her questions. Oh, Nancy had hundreds of questions! There was so much about her body she wanted to know. And she wanted to know more about what boys liked and how to arouse them so they could satisfy her in better ways. The ones she knew, even Jake, left her feeling too incomplete, too frustrated. Surely there was more to this sex business than all that.
Nancy was a little disturbed that Louise had been more exciting to her, and had made her body tingle in a way no boy ever had. But that may just be because Louise was more experienced, Nancy reasoned.
She knocked on the door to the studio apartment, timidly at first and then harder. She was looking forward to the afternoon session for reasons she couldn't fully understand.
"Well, hello Nancy!" the black girl said brightly. She stood back from the door and let the visitor come in.
Nancy blushed, hating herself for the juvenile reaction at seeing the beautiful older girl again.
"I may be a little early," she said. "Momma couldn't remember if I was supposed to be here at two or two-thirty."
"Mmmm, well, I don't know about that, but Richard isn't here now anyway," Louise said, appraising the way Nancy's little hips wiggled under her very short pleated skirt.
"He isn't?" Nancy asked, wondering what to do-if she should just leave now or wait for the painter to return.
"No, but he'll be back shortly. I think he was just going to the art center for supplies," Louise smiled. She looked up and down Nancy's slender yet blossoming body. Her young, jutting breasts looked like two hard little apples under Nancy's crisp white blouse.
Louise smiled again and suggested Nancy make herself at home while she waited.
"Maybe you'd like to look around the studio?" Louise inquired. Then she took Nancy by the hand and led her to a back room where Richard stored his finished and half-finished canvasses.
"You might like some of these," Louise began. "He does portraits for money, but these are some of the things he'd rather do."
Nancy was fascinated by the collection of strange shapes and colors. Then her eyes fell on one of the wierdest paintings she'd ever seen. It was, at first glance, merely an arrangement of flowers in a thin, long vase. But on closer inspection, she discovered the flower vase was a penis, even to the thin purple veins under the pale covering. Each flower's center was a cunt! The colors included every hue of red, pink and orange and the formations varied from tiny, virginal pussies to wide open, mature cooze lips with huge, gangling cut stems.
Nancy gasped at the sight.
"Oh, my!" she exclaimed. "What a spooky picture! Richard has quite an imagination, doesn't he?"
"I guess you could say that," Louise said in a soft voice, "but I think each one of these was taken from real life." Her fingers traced over some of the snatches nearest her. Her touch almost was a caress.
"Really?" Nancy asked with wide eyes. "Are you in there?"
Louise chuckled. "Of course, I am. Right there!"
She pointed to a dusky pink twat in the center of the arrangement. The delicately shaded and shadowed lips yawned sleepily out from the center of beautiful yellow rose, which had brown-edged petals that looked like rich velvet cloth.
"Oh! How lovely!" Nancy exclaimed, clapping her tiny hands together. "You're so pretty!"
She glanced at Louise and, despite herself, blushed again.
"Did you....did you pose for your brother?" she asked timidly.
"Oh, sometimes I did," Louise said in an off-handed way. "He's got a pretty good memory though."
Louise turned then and walked over to a chest. Nancy wanted to stop her and ask more about what the black girl meant, but the words wouldn't come to her lips. She stood transfixed as the older girl pulled herself gracefully up onto the low furniture. Then she propped her legs up on the dresser, spread her knees and thighs as wide as they would go and lifted her skirt to her waist.
"There! How close did he get me?" Louise asked.
Nancy gazed at the exposed slash, delighting at the soft, dark pink shades there under the crips hair patch. Louise's pussy lips opened and closed teasingly, unfolding like the flower petals in the the picture. Nancy looked at the canvas and back at the black girl's crotch.
"It's perfect!" she remarked. "It's just wonderful how he captured the beauty! Oh, Louise, you're so lucky!"
"Lucky? Why?" Louise asked.
"To have your...."
"Cunt's the word, baby."
"To have your ... cunt painted so well like that. Some people make ... them look so ugly in pictures, but not your brother. He sees them like they really are, beautiful!" the little girl said, wondering if her excited little speech sounded silly to her new friend.
"Yes, he does," Louise said. "And I bet he'd put you in there if you want him to."
"Would he really!" Nancy gasped. "I'd really like that if he did."
"I imagine he would," Louise said. "Of course, he'd want to make sure you were, well, pretty enough. Not all cunts are that pretty."
"I thought ... well, aren't they all pretty much alike?" Nancy asked innocently.
"Heavens no!" Louise laughed. "Some are real horrors, especially the big fat ones. I've seen pussy lips that hang down half way to a woman's knees."
"You're kidding!"
"Why would I kid you?" Louise asked.
"But I'm not like that," Nancy said, nearly in tears at the thought her little pussy might not be pretty enough for Richard's standards. "I think I'm all right down there."
"Down where?" Louise demanded, her eyes narrowing.
"There," Nancy replied, pointing with her little finger.
"Where's that?"
"Between my legs."
"What's between your legs?"
"My ... my pussy!" Nancy cried. "PUSSY! Are you happy now?"
"Don't get upset, darling. I just don't like for people to mince their words. It's phony. You should call a spade a spade, so to speak," Louise said, smiling gently at the scared girl.
"Here, sit up here," she said, sliding off the dresser and motioning for Nancy to take her place.
"Wait a minute. First, are you wearing panties?"
"Yes," Nancy answered, wondering if that was the wrong thing to do.
"Let me see them," Louise ordered.
Slowly Nancy lifted her pleated skirt, exposing the little girl cotton panties her mother kept buying her. Nancy didn't like them, but she hadn't had the nerve yet to say anything about it. Now she was embarrassed as the black girl looked amused at the sight of her little hips under the shapeless garment.
"You can do better than that," Louise said, turning and walking from the room. "Take those ridiculous things off," she called from the other room.
Nancy quickly removed the panties and tucked them in the top drawer of the dresser. She was just pulling down her skirt and patting it in place when Louise came back in.
"Here, try these on and see how you like them," she said, handing a wispy bit of lace to Nancy.
Nancy struggled with the thin band for a minute, trying to find the leg holes. Instead of two, there were three and she couldn't make heads or tails out of the matter.
Louise watched the girl's consternation build until she was close to tears again. "Give it to me," Louise said. She took the panties and, in a flash, had then ready for Nancy to step into them. She bent and held them down for the white girl to place her feet into the two holes on either side of another hole.
Nancy hardly felt the sheer material sliding over her hips. All she felt were the two thin bands of elastic lace that stretched clear of her cunny.
The pressure of the lace worked pleasantly against her pussy and she wiggled her legs to position the garment properly.
"This is nice!" she said to Louise. "But I don't understand. I don't get the point. Why wear anything at all if there isn't a crotch?"
Louise smiled at the white girl for a moment. "It isn't for your benefit, silly! It's to, well, enhance the scenery. Something like this does marvelous things to a man's prick," she explained.
"Oh, Louise, you know so much about these things. I've got a lot to learn," the younger girl said. "Would you teach me?"
"I'd be glad to, baby, just as long as we travel in different circles. I couldn't have you stealing all my boyfriends!" she laughed.
"But, first, let's get back to what we were doing a minute ago. You want to get up there on the dresser?" she asked, pointing to the chest against the wall.
Nancy obligingly climbed onto the furniture and sat patiently, waiting for her next instruction.
"Pull your legs up, just like I had mine," Louise directed. Nancy wondered what this was for, but without inquiring she pulled up her legs and spread them wide, curious about what sort of view the crotchless panties offered. She bent slightly, just far enough to see her fair and silky pubic hairs peeking out of the cut out section. Beyond that, she could see her tiny, baby pink labia.
Louise moved in between Nancy's thighs and squatted a little, to bring her head on a level with the little nooky near the dresser's edge.
She frowned slightly as she studied the gash and she didn't say a word. Nancy began to worry, afraid the black girl had found some serious fault.
Then Louise put out a finger and touched the outer-most lips, pressing and then releasing her finger, watching the delicate pink fold turn almost white and then bright pink as the blood rushed back to the spot.
Her finger moved slowly and gently over the outer folds, circling around the little arena. Then it went in a little, testing the softness of the inner lining. Louise leaned closer and pulled apart the fleshy layers with her one hand. Her guide finger went in deeper, probing the recesses until she reached the taut membrane.
"My goodness! You're a real bonafide virgin, aren't you, baby?"
"Yes. Is that all right?" Nancy asked.
Louise looked up at the little girl face. Her eyes twinkled. "It'll have to do for the time being, but we may have to change that soon," she said, a smile playing around her full, ripe lips.
The black girl resumed her inspection, testing the lips, pulling gently on them and then releasing them, poking her finger in and out of the tight little canal and teasing the soft pussy hairs.
What Nancy feared most was beginning to happen. The friction on her cunny, though light and sweet, was beginning to release her juices. First a tiny trickle, then a fuller flow gushed forth, running over Louise's finger. Afraid her reaction would mess up Louise's inspection, Nancy struggled in her mind for a question she could concentrate on, something to distract her from the fierce fire that was beginning to rage between her legs.
"Is it all right? Is my pussy okay? Will he paint me?" she rattled.
Louise pulled out her finger, sniffed at the juices there and then patted the little snatch lightly.
"I think you're a sweet pea. Yes, that's what you are. ,A sweet pea," she said finally.
"A sweet pea? Is that good?" Nancy asked.
"Depends on what you like. Some people prefer sweet peas to anything else in the whole world," Louise said, looking again at the small, tight slit. "Yes," she continued, "you definitely are a sweet pea."
Nancy giggled, not quite able to figure out whether Louise was teasing her or not.
"I, for one, am crazy about sweet peas," Louise said, looking up at Nancy.
Then, as if to prove her statement, Louise bent forward until her mouth touched Nancy's cooze.
The movement was so sudden, Nancy hardly realized what the girl was doing. But her little cunt knew immediately. The flood was on in earnest. The pent up juices flowed freely and Nancy soon was lost in passion as Louise sucked and licked at the delicate little cunny.
The black girl was as inflamed by the earlier "inspection" as Nancy had been, and the discovery of an unpenetrated cooze delighted her.
As she nibbled and sucked, Louise's mind raced ahead. She wanted to arrange Nancy's deflowerment as soon as possible, and in her presence. She thought Richard might be the man for the job, or maybe the virile photographer across the hall, or maybe even both of them, with her helping.
There was so much planning to do, and the succulent little cunt in front of her was too much of a distraction. Louise quit thinking and dug into the sweet white meat vigorously.
And just in time too. Nancy's cunt was now inflamed more than ever. The fire was intensified by the slow buildup of Louise's manipulations.
The little girl wiggled and writhed on the dresser top, straining her hips forth and mashing her cooze against Louise's black lips.
"EAT ME! HARDER, LOUISE! I'VE GOT TO HAVE IT! MORE! PLEASE MORE!" she shrieked, tugging at the curly black head between her legs.
She bit her lower lip as Louise's tongue found her passion bud and pressed against it, sending a shock of electricity shooting up her spine.
"AHHHHH! OHHHHH!" Nancy cried. Her slender body tensed and jerked as a spasm raced up from her loins. She bucked forward, nearly knocking Louise backward with the force of her demanding hips. Louise grabbed at the flying legs and locked them in her strong arms. Then she bit down fiercely, grinding her teeth into the straining twat just as Nancy screamed and fell back limp against the wall.
CHAPTER SIX
Nancy's first "sitting" for Richard Wilson was a little disappointing to the young girl. The painter seemed preoccupied with other things and, as soon as he finished a few initial lines on his canvas, he announced the session was over and dashed out of the door.
Nancy reluctantly put her clothes back on and looked around for Louise. The voluptuous black girl also was gone. A little frightened at being left alone in a part of town she hardly knew, Nancy started out the apartment door.
"Hi," a good-looking blonde woman called. She was coming up the stairs with a young man, probably a teenager, alongside of her. "Is Gil in?" she asked as she reached the landing.
"Gil? I don't know any Gil," Nancy replied.
"Oh, well, he's the photographer in 2-B," the sexy looking woman said. "I'm a model and this is my brother."
Nancy glanced at the tall youth. She felt a little timid about the brash young man. He had broad shoulders, though the rest of his body had some distance to go before it caught up. His waist and hips were reed slim and his chin bore only a faint hint of whiskers. But his eyes bore steadily through Nancy's clothing, indicating they were familiar with the sort of equipment he might find underneath.
He finally spoke. "I'm Tom. She's Jennifer Collins. You've probably seen her face and body on TV and posters. She's a famous model," he said proudly, still penetrating Nancy's garments and assessing the merchandise under the perky skirt.
The little girl felt drawn to the beautiful sister. Her looks were striking and she seemed to be friendly enough. Nancy felt a strange kin-ship to the full-blown fantastic-formed model. She smiled shyly at Jennifer, trying to avoid the obvious looks of Tom.
"I'm Nancy Meadows. A painter in 2-A is doing my portrait, but he's gone now. I think I'm supposed to wait here for my mother now."
"In that case," the beautiful model said pleasantly, "why don't you come with us and wait for her? Gil wouldn't mind at all."
"If I won't be in the way," Nancy said slowly.
"Of course you won't," Jennifer insisted. The model knocked lightly at the door. When no one answered, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"That's funny," she said. "Gil was supposed to be here."
Jennifer looked around the studio a minute before finding Gil's note. He said he had to deliver some pictures to a publisher and would be back shortly.
"Why don't I make us a drink while we wait?" Jennifer offered. "What would you like, Nancy? We're having Scotch and soda."
"That would be fine," Nancy replied, hoping her surprise didn't show. Although her mother was pretty liberal about Nancy's upbringing, she was firm about not allowing her daughter to drink yet.
"Your sixteenth birthday is plenty soon," she had said.
While she waited for Jennifer to return to the room, Nancy squirmed in her chair. The tall boy made her very nervous, the way he strolled around the room, stopping to look at her from every angle.
She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. "Next thing he'll be drooling," she thought to herself.
Then Tom pulled up a chair across from her, about ten feet away. He casually slung a leg over the narrow arm rest on the flimsy wooden folding chair and dropped a hand between his thighs.
His fingers played lazily with the bulge in his crotch.
Nancy tried to look away, out the window, at some of the photographer's equipment, but the sight of the swelling organ under Tom's hands kept claiming her attention.
She watched in fascinated horror as the older boy slowly unzipped his fly and pulled out his stiffened prong. He began to run his hand up and down the erect shaft, aiming the purplish knob toward Nancy and then up again.
Try as she would, Nancy could not keep her eyes off the terrible looking tool. She was terrified by the size of the weapon. Its sides bulged horribly with jutting dark veins. The tremendous knob looked far too big for her tiny cunt. A shudder passed over her body as he played with the prick in his hand.
"Would you like a little of this first?" he said in a low voice, wagging the tool before her.
She shuddered again, wishing Jennifer would return and yet unable to turn away from the boy's sex organ.
As if in a trance, Nancy rose and stepped closer to Tom's chair.
She felt herself compelled by a force outside her to approach the awesome tool, though it repulsed her. Her stomach churned, she was near nausea at the sight of the formidable prick, but she couldn't stop herself. Her pussy juices were flowing wildly now and her little cunt itched for that big, ugly thing in Tom's hand.
"Come on, Nancy. It won't hurt you," the boy said, reaching out for the little girl's hand.
He put her slim hand on his massive dick. She screamed and stepped back in horror. The slick thing was alive! It jerked just as her hand touched it. She was familiar only with the mostly limp little dongs of her playmates. This one was big and powerful, with a mind of its own, and it frightened her.
"What's going on out there, you two?" Jennifer called from the kitchenette. "You're not intimidating that little girl now, are you, Tom?"
Nancy dashed back to her chair and sat down quickly, just as Jennifer entered the room carrying a tray with three drinks on it.
Jennifer glanced knowingly at Tom's hasty movements over his fly and handed Nancy a drink.
"Don't let my nasty brother upset you, Nancy. He's harmless, and I won't let him bother you again," the blonde beauty said in a soothing voice.
Nancy was bewildered as she sipped at her drink. Drawn to yet afraid of Tom's massive maleness, she was grateful for Jennifer's intercession and felt protected by the young woman. She wanted to put her head against those magnificent titties and let Jennifer comfort her. The alcohol slid soothingly down her throat and warmed her still shaking stomach.
Jennifer strolled around the room while sipping her own drink. Nancy followed her graceful movements, admiring the model's fantastic figure and long, lovely legs as Jennifer walked back and forth in front of the big windows. The blonde girl's tremendous, jutting titties and flaring hips under a tiny waist were silhouetted against the late afternoon light outside.
The drink affected Nancy in a way new to her. The warmth crept downward, igniting the area under her belly and between her legs. Her liquids oozed into her crotch, seeping onto her skirt. Nancy realized she still had on Louise's cut-out panties and feared the moisture would show on her mini skirt. She squirmed uncomfortably as she watched the sexy model flip through a magazine, standing with one side of her curvaceous hips thrown out. Nancy found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss that pretty bottom, to run her little hands up under Jennifer's short smock and touch the warm place between the model's golden thighs.
"Nancy! Nancy!" a voice called out, shattering the girl's fantasy.
"It's Momma!" she said, jumping up. She hid her almost empty glass behind a box and opened the door.
"I'm in here, Mother!" she called.
"Thank goodness!" Brenda Meadows said. "When I didn't find anyone across the hall, I couldn't imagine where you'd, why, hello!"
"Momma, this is Jennifer Collins and her brother Tom. Jennifer's a model for the photographer who lives here. She said I could wait here for you."
"Thank you very much for taking care of my little girl. I'm Brenda Meadows," she said, extending her hand to the blonde woman.
Then she turned to the youth, who was rising from his chair. Her eyes widened as Tom stretched upward to several inches above Mrs. Meadows' head. She looked admiringly at his broad shoulders and tapering waist. Then she caught sight of the lump between his legs and slowly smiled up at him.
"Well, well, young man, you certainly could be a model too," she said, looking back down over his lean form. She'd always wanted a hungry youth, one so eager to play her sex games and so endowed by nature and his lack of years that he could mount her time after time without feeling fatigue. With her experience, she felt sure she could control a youngster's tendency to come too soon and prolong his erection to her own satisfaction.
Her problem now was what to do about her daughter and the model. Thinking quickly, she turned.
"Nancy, honey, I imagine Jennifer would like to see your portrait. Richard's door is open, if you'd like to take her in there. Tom and I'll be along in a minute. I want to talk to him about something," Mrs. Meadows said.
Nancy didn't stop to think about her mother's motive. She was eager to show the beautiful woman her painting, even though in its present state it was just a few lines, barely suggesting the outline of Nancy's innocent young body and face.
"Would you like that, Jennifer? Come on," she said eagerly, heading for the door. Jennifer smiled, fully aware of Brenda Meadows' intentions but not unwilling to play a part in her brother's seduction. She also was happy with the prospect of being alone with the virginal Nancy.
When the door closed, Mrs. Meadows smiled again at Tom.
"You know why I wanted them to leave, don't you, Tom?" she said in a low, throaty voice.
"Yes, ma'am," the youth answered. All his bravado with Nancy had disappeared as he faced this mature, beautiful woman with the extremely well preserved body. He felt younger than his eighteen years as Mrs. Meadows took and kept the initiative.
The brown-haired woman methodically unzipped Tom's fly and took out his stiff hammer, examining it with the trained eye of a connoisseur.
"Not bad, baby," she said, fondling the prick as it stood stiff and bone-hard in her hands.
He moaned as she caressed the aching shaft, but made no movement toward the woman.
Mrs. Meadows knelt down. She reached under his prong and cupped his balls in her hand, lifting them as if she were weighing them. She studied his penis, appraising the well-colored veins under the translucent skin stretched taut over the shaft and knob.
"Lie down," she said, tugging Tom downward and holding firmly to his balls and prick. He obediently lowered himself until he was prone on his back on the hard wood floor.
Brenda released his organs and pulled her shift over her head. The boy's eyes widened at the sight of her ponderous but erect titties springing forth from under the dress. Her full ripe nipples shot out hard and red from the outermost angle of her soft white globes. Before Tom could reach for one of the delicious morsels, Brenda straddled him at the hips.
The woman raised her body, jutting her buttocks forward toward him. She watched his young face as he gazed eagerly at her cooze, open and inviting above his stomach. She glanced down at it. The curly brown hairs glistened with her juices and the gaping slash of her pussy lips revealed the soft pink insides. Her whole cunt seemed alive and glowing with a deep pink radiance as the blood rushed to her sex machine, eager for the descent onto his throbbing prick.
Brenda prolonged the moment, gently swaying her lower body back and forth, side to side, varying the angle of her cunt over Tom's belly. He watched in amazement as the slash opened and closed and the creamy juices ran tantalizingly from her slit.
She waited until the look on his face made it clear he would not be able to restrain himself much longer. His dick knocked demandingly against her thighs.
Brenda kept her eyes on his face as she lowered herself until the head of Tom's straining penis touched her gaping, wet twat lips. She moved lower still, not touching his prong with her hands, until the dense knob was inside her lips. She held the pose, moving around teasingly over the projection.
"UNNNN! AAHHHH!" Tom moaned, starting to raise his hips to drive his throbbing tool deeper inside of her warm chasm.
"Easy, baby, let Mama do it," she cautioned him. Then she eased down over his shaft, sinking inch by inch until the tool was impaled inside her. It felt like a thick warm bone sliding up her pussy.
"UUHHNNN!" Tom groaned as her quim settled down fully over his prick. Her hairy mound nestled against his. She rotated her hips slowly, anchoring the shaft firmly inside her.
Then Brenda pulled up, retreating over the hot tool until it was barely inside her flooding cunny lips. Then she squeezed her well developed vagina muscles.
"OOOHHHH! OUUHNNN!" he gasped, stretching his arms forth and trying to grab her hips. Again his own hips began to arch upward.
"NO, TOM!" she cried. Then in a softer voice, she added, "Lie still, baby. Let me take care of you."
She slid her pussy down over the angry tool once more, burying the thick organ once more. Slowly but steadily she began to fuck him, pulling off him so deliberately her cunt lips clung to his shaft like a sucking mouth. When she had her pussy wrapped around his knob she let her body back down until he was plunged deep inside her.
Brenda delighted in the feel of a young, stiff and eager prick inside her. She wanted to savor every minute of his passion, prolonging it as long as possible and awakening him again as soon afterwards as she could.
She continued to fuck him in her slow, thorough way for several long, delicious minutes. She relished every fraction of his granite tool. At intervals she stopped and squeezed his tool with her skillful cunny lips, delighting in the way he moaned and groaned under her. Then she was dismayed to see that his tool was losing some of its stiffness.
Reaching down behind her she searched under Tom's balls until she found the tight bum hole between his ass cheeks. With her middle finger she pushed into the opening. Tom grunted as his prong sprang back to even greater fullness and hardness.
"AIIIEEEE!" he bellowed. "WHAA!! UUNNNN!!"
"Now, baby? Now?" she asked, watching his flopping mouth and popping eyes.
She poked deeper into his ass hole and began sliding her finger in and out as she moved faster and faster up and down his prick. Tom bucked his hips upward to meet her down strokes.
Brenda rode his eager rod, feeling herself in complete control of his manhood, in full charge of his passion. She enjoyed the power she had over him. His tool was her own toy to ride, to tease and play with as she desired. She worked feverishly bouncing up and down vigorously, and then slowed to an agonizing crawl over the surface of his throbbing prong.
"MY GOD! OH MY GOD! AAHHHH!" he cried as she played with his bursting prick. Her finger jammed relentlessly into his bum hole, intensifying his unquenchable fire.
"Do you like it, baby?" she smiled down at him.
"UN! UN! UN!" was his only response as he forced his hips upward against her slippery cunny lips.
He was writhing and sweating against the floor, gritting his teeth as the fierce passion welled up in him.
Brenda began to rotate her hips to every side at the same time she slid up and down. His prick suffered under the fantastic gyrations, but Tom wasn't about to complain. His tool wanted more and more of this wonderful machine between her legs. Her clit ground against the hard base of his cock with every deep thrust of her body. Her pussy lips clutched and grabbed at his shaft and she heard herself groaning and gasping in between the animal sounds coming from Tom.
She abandoned her plans to keep the upper hand and let herself go, riding Tom fiercely and fast, ramming her hips down hard against his belly, causing his balls to flap wildly under his legs.
"AHHHH! OHHHH! I'M COMING! HARDER, TOM!" she shrieked. Her cunt lips tightened and squeezed in jerks now as her orgasm continued in a delirium, rolling ecstatically over her pounding body.
"UUHHNNN! AAIHEEE!" Tom yelled, fucking hard up against her, straining and tensing as the flame in his scrotum leaped forth and coursed like a meteor through his penis.
So lost in her own passion was Brenda . that she didn't know Tom had come until, on one upswing, his prick dropped limply out of her pussy with a sad little plopping sound. His eyes were closed and he lay still under her.
Brenda moved over beside him and, kneeling, she licked up the bountiful stream of cum that had remained on his flaccid tool. The now-soft organ dangled weakly between his legs. She smiled as she imagined how little effort it would take to revive the young penis.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nancy was pleased to find the apartment across the hall was still empty when she took Jennifer over there to show her the start of her nude portrait.
She was disappointed, however, that Richard had made so few lines on the canvass. The sketchy lines barely indicated Nancy's slim form with the high, round titties and curving hips. Her tiny slit between her thighs was a bare smear on the canvass.
"Very nice," Jennifer said after studying the outline. "I'd like to see it later, when it starts taking shape."
"And I'd like to see your shape," Nancy thought to herself, admiring the older girl's ample titties poking out under the loose fitting garment. She wondered what the tall, voluptuous and golden woman looked like without any clothes on. Already Nancy felt sort of shapeless standing next to the lovely Amazon.
"Is it hard to be a model?" she asked.
"Not really, not if you like it," Jennifer replied.
"Could you show me how to do it?" Nancy asked, hoping Jennifer would mount the dais and pose for her.
No sooner had she made the request than Jennifer jumped up on the platform and threw off her skimpy jacket, revealing her full-blown body in all its exciting glory.
"Golly!" Nancy exclaimed softly, watching the enormous breasts sway seductively as Jennifer moved through the standard positions of a model. Her long, graceful legs seemed to flow upward, joining perfectly to her molded buttocks.
Her golden pussy hairs gleamed in the dim sunlight from the windows beyond. Nancy saw tantalizing flashes of pink cunt lips as Jennifer pivoted and ducked, letting her gorgeous mane of blonde hair fly around her hair.
"Now, when I do this for a while, the photographer usually gets an idea of what he wants and poses me himself," Jennifer said, still moving around. "Anything you'd like me to do? Just place my arms or legs any way you want, honey."
Hesitantly, Nancy moved up onto the platform. She had Jennifer raise one arm and then lower it. Then she put her other hand on her hip. Nancy felt a chill as she touched the silky skin of the big woman. When she reached down to move one of Jennifer's knees out, her arm brushed against the golden pussy hairs on Jennifer's mound. The model sighed lightly and Nancy took courage. She touched the hair patch with her fingers and looked up. Jennifer was smiling faintly.
Then Nancy slid her little hand under Jennifer's crotch and felt the warm, damp pussy lips.
"You're so nice there, so warm and soft," Nancy said admiringly. "I wish I was like that instead of being so little."
"You'll change as you get older, honey," Jennifer said.
"Can I see it?" Nancy asked, surprised at her boldness. "Can I see your cunt?"
Jennifer laughed, a wonderful bubbly laugh that made Nancy giggle a little. Then she sat down on the dais and spread her legs. She put her hands on either side of her cooze and opened the petal soft lips wide for Nancy to look in.
"OH!" Nancy exclaimed, dropping to her knees. "IT'S BEAUTIFUL! WHAT A GORGEOUS PUSSY!"
Nancy couldn't help herself. She reached out and touched the precious twat, stroking along the inner lips and petting the adorable little clit that peeked out at her at the entrance to the slash.
"MMMMMMM!" Jennifer moaned, rolling back on the platform. She let go of her cunt lips and raised her knees, spreading her thighs even wider, a clear invitation to Nancy's eager lips.
The little girl didn't wait a second. She dove in, planting her warm mouth against the wonderful cooze and sucking at the wetness that had begun to flow there.
"AHHHHH! SUCK ME! EAT MY CUNT! I LOVE IT!" Jennifer shrieked.
Nancy dug in with a relish, licking and sucking the gorgeous pussy with all her might. The big beautiful blonde woman excited her, just as the sensual black girl had done earlier. Nancy wanted all she could get of the honey tasting moisture coming from Jennifer's wonderful ass. She sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed until Jennifer was writhing and thrashing around on the platform.
"MORE! MORE! PLEASE MORE!" Jennifer screamed.
Nancy lifted her pretty head, her lips dripping with Jennifer's cream, and watched the frantic movements. Then she crawled up beside the thrashing body and turned, facing back toward the gaping cooze.
Jennifer grabbed the young girl's legs and pulled them over her head, lodging her mouth right up against Nancy's tight little slit. She worked her lips into the narrow opening and drew on the tender juices that were trickling forth.
"UUHHHNNNN!" Nancy moaned as Jennifer found and pressed her tiny clit but. She tried to raise her hips but Jennifer clung firmly, digging hard into her aching twat.
"AAIIII! EEEEYY!!" Nancy shrieked at the pain between her thighs. She took her revenge on Jennifer's gyrating cooze, digging in fiercely for the clit stem. Her little mouth closed over the rigid projection and she mashed the bed hard between her teeth and lower lip.
"IIIII!! OHHHH! MY GOD!!" Jennifer bellowed, letting go of Nancy's sore projection. The little girl ground her cooze down hard against Jennifer's mouth, nearly choking the older girl.
"HMMFFFF!" The model complained. Her long fingernails dug into Nancy's little ass cheeks, raising welts in small, jagged lines.
In response, Nancy gripped again at Jennifer's clit, tugging angrily on the sensitive organ. Jennifer bucked and pitched as the wave of pleasure-pain seized her big body.
Her orgasm was fierce, and delirious. She screamed and pitched again, continuing to burrow in Nancy's little slash until the young girl came too, heaving and tossing onto the soft flesh underneath her.
The groans became soft moans and the flashing limbs lost their strength as the two females slowly fell silent. Jennifer was the first to stir. She pulled herself out from under Nancy and struggled to sit up.
"You little hellcat, you," she smiled across at Nancy. "How have you managed to keep your cherry this long with a raging cunt like yours?"
Nancy didn't reply. She merely rolled over and gazed up at the fantastic body that glistened with sweat.
"Well, don't worry about it, honey. You won't have that little stone much longer, not if I have anything to do about it," Jennifer said menacingly.
"What do you mean, Jennifer?" Nancy asked innocently.
"Never mind. You'll see," the older girl said as she stood and replaced her smock over her bountiful curves. She smiled down at Nancy for a moment and then walked out of the room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jennifer had one thing on her mind at the moment-to get her brother Tom's big cock inside Nancy's sassy little cunt. She knew her brother was the man for the job. He wouldn't spare anything, not the least bit of sentiment, in deflowering the uppity little bitch.
And Jennifer didn't care to see Nancy get anything but the full treatment. Her own clit would suffer for days after what Nancy did to her. According to her plan, not only would Tom pop Nancy's cherry, but she'd be there to see the whole thing and assist however she could.
Meanwhile, on another front, Louise was moving ahead with her scheme for Nancy's sexual debut. She'd chosen her brother also for the chore, figuring the big black man would make the event one for Nancy to remember as long as she lived.
While Jennifer may have been more determined, Louise had a distinct advantage-opportunity. The very next afternoon, before Nancy showed up for her sitting, all Louise had to do was to whisper in her brother's ear, Nancy's still a virgin, and she asked me if you might like to bust her cherry."
That was all Richard needed. His big black cock was hard as a rock in a few minutes when the pretty little girl showed up. Nancy was more impish today than ever. She slid out of her stripped shift and climbed quickly onto the high stool in front of Richard.
"I'm ready, Mr. Wilson," she said coyly, looking at him from under her long brown lashes. Her little hands lay crossed daintily in her lap, barely covering her precious mound of soft, light brown pussy hairs.
Louise smiled at the scene, and then excused herself and slipped across the hall. She thought the handsome photographer might like to join her for a ringside seat. Gil Barrows even brought a hand camera along, to record the event for posterity.
Returning to her own apartment, Louise led the white man into the kitchen, where they could listen to the conversation in the other room and know just when to put in an appearance. To this end, they left the kitchen door slightly ajar and peeked in from time to time.
For a while, nothing happened. Richard stood at his board, sketching more on his outline of the slender young girl. Nancy sat primly, moving this way or that at the black man's direction.
But today it seemed, Nancy's pussy had a mind of its own. Every now and then, when Richard was busy at his canvass, Nancy would spread her legs slightly. Before he was aware of what she was doing, she had dropped her hands and cupped them around her little twat, forming an O to frame her tiny slit.
"Do you like this, Mr. Wilson?" she asked.
"What are you doing?" Richard asked, his prick pounding angrily against his trousers.
"Would this look nice in your picture?" she inquired. "Do you like my little pussy?"
"I can't rightly say, Nancy. You've got most of it covered up," Richard lied.
She lifted her legs and placed her feet on the sides of the stool, on the top rungs. Her thighs were open almost in a split and her tiny slit poked out at him in a most seductive way.
The angle of her agile hips gave Richard a clear view down under her buttocks, almost to the little dot of a bumhole.
In hungrier days, Richard Wilson had pimped and even prostituted himself. He knew women inside and out, black, white and brown. But the sight of a virgin cunny was a rare thing in his life. His women mainly had been experts at sex, just as he was. So the little slit in front of him now aroused him beyond anything he had experienced in years.
He walked toward her eagerly, relishing the thought of driving his big angry cock into that taut little hole.
"What are you doing, Mr. Wilson? Do you want me to change my pose?" Nancy asked with wide eyes, smiling up at him.
"No, baby, you're fine just like that," he said. His hands glided over her body down to her perky hips, stroking the smooth white skin. He tighted his grip around her and moved in between her outstretched thighs. His swollen bulge pressed hard against her virginity. She gasped as a chill shot up her spine and her juices flowed toward his hardness.
Shyly she put her slender white arms around his barrel-like chest and nestled her head against him.
"Mmmnn," she sighed. "You smell good, so manly!"
Richard reached under her hips and picked her up. He carried her to the leather couch against the wall, under the big windows. Placing her gently on the top cushions, he began to remove his clothes. First his shirt and then his trousers came off. The light from the windows played over his muscular body and shadowed the huge bulge in the crotch of his shorts.
He bent down to remove the shorts and then stood up straight and tall in front of her. Her eyes grew large like a frightened animal's at the sight of his hardened shaft, gleaming and twitching against his belly.
"Are you frightened, Nancy?" he asked, smiling down at her.
"OH, MR. WILSON! YOU'RE SO BIG!" she exclaimed, knotting her tiny fists in front of her mouth. She'd never seen such a big beautiful cock. It was thicker and longer than the biggest banana she'd ever seen, and it curved outward just like a banana did. The head was the size of a doorknob, it seemed to her little girl eyes, and the narrow opening on the top resembled a keyhole to her inexperienced eyes.
Nancy felt a thrill of excitement in her groin at the thought of this massive poker entering her, making her, at fourteen, a woman! Her juices flowed and she quit thinking of the pain that would come when that gigantic cock entered her taut little pussy hole.
Richard knelt down beside her. A pungent odor floated up from her streaming cunt to fill his flaring nostrils. He put his hand between her soft white thighs and touched her baby-soft lips under the faint pubic mound. Another hand caressed her satiny titties.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, reaching up to put her arms around him. She pulled his head down until their lips touched. His tongue parted her lips and searched inside her warm, wet mouth, building her passion and causing her juices to flow even faster over his searching fingers.
"Oh, baby!" he gasped as he explored her soft young body. The ecstasy of her virginal responses excited him, sending shivers of delight over his big black torso.
"You're driving me crazy!" he murmured in her mouth. Nancy felt his granite organ pressing hard against her leg. She squirmed and the poker rose upward, free and clear over her belly.
Taking her hint, Richard rose on his knees and moved over her little body. With one hand he guided his cock between her legs, keeping his lips glued to hers in a kiss so passionate he couldn't believe the lips under his were those of a child.
"AHHHHH!" she groaned as the super-sized penis slid down the length of her pussy and his tongue moved teasingly over hers.
Richard moved his hand against her cunt and parted the resistant pussy lips.
"Open your legs for me, honey. Wider now," he urged.
She obeyed, spreading her thigs as far apart as she could. His tool touched her vagina but was unable to wedge into the tight little hole.
"UUMNNNHHH!" she gasped at the pain as he forced his immense knob inside her restricting pussy lips. His prick throbbed, pounding his desire just inside her small portion of white meat.
"Do you like it? Do you like me inside you?" he asked.
"YES! YES!" she panted, fighting the agony that raged in her tiny tail as his hot pecker searched her opening.
"Do you want some more?" he asked. "Tell me you want more of my prick inside you!"
"OH, YES, PLEASE! I WANT ALL OF YOUR BIG COCK IN ME!" she cried, tears beginning to stream down the sides of her little face.
"What am I doing to you?" Richard demanded to know.
"You're ... you're...."
"Say it!" he commanded.
"YOU'RE FUCKING ME!" she screamed.
"I'm going to pop your cherry now, Nancy. It's going to hurt a little. I want you to know that."
"Okay," she whimpered, bracing for the pain.
He used his hand to guide his prick a little deeper into her cunt. It went only a fraction of an inch. He realized then how extremely small her pussy was. Withdrawing his cock, he wet his fingers in her creamy juices and began to work one finger up her cunt.
"AHHHHH!" she cried at the new, less painful sensation. She moved easily against his hand now, thrilling at the pleasure feeling that spread through her stomach. His middle finger titillated her little clit and pressed upward until it rested against her delicate membrane.
Richard felt the slim little body relaxing as Nancy responded to the more familiar and less frightening penetration of his finger. As he worked the digit in and out of her tiny hole, he realized she was becoming more and more aroused. Soon her hips were working, increasing the friction in her cooze. She moaned and bit his lower lip.
"UNNNN!" Nancy moaned loudly. Her body arched upward, jerking convulsively as an orgasm overtook her. Richard waited for the right moment and then, quickly pulling out his finger, he grabbed his prick and stabbed into her cunny with one mighty plunge, bursting her hymen with the force of his blow.
"AAIIIEEE!!! EEEIIIIYEEE!!!" she shrieked as blood washed over his impaled rod. Her ragged cherry scraped sensuously against his prick, gripping it as it tore past.
He lay prone on top of her, keeping his tool lodged deep inside her little body, and tried to comfort her.
"Nancy, baby, speak to me. Are you all right?" Richard asked gently.
"OH GOD! IT HURTS SO! OH, I'M DYING!" she cried. Her tormented pussy ached beyond belief, but the warm blood bath was soothing on her ravaged cherry. And the big black cock felt good inside her. It was a brand new sensation for Nancy and she prayed the agony would soon pass so she could begin to enjoy it.
Richard lay still, enjoying the feel of her tight cunt over his blood-soaked rod. He continued to comfort her, kissing down her throat toward her apple globes. He nibbled tenderly on one swollen nipple, rolling it over his tongue until Nancy began to move beneath him.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked.
"Some," she replied. "Not too much. It's really nice, Mr. Wilson."
Slowly he began to withdraw his prong from her taut little passage. Her pussy walls clung to his penis giving her more pain.
"OOHHHWWW!" she cried.
"What's the matter? Am I hurting you?" he asked.
Despite the agony between her thighs, Nancy wrapped her legs around Richard, holding him inside her.
"Oh, don't leave me," she begged. "Not yet."
The black man groaned as she held him to her. Her kneading little pussy was choking his massive dick, threatening to drain him prematurely. He pushed forward into her, spreading her cunny lips as his poker rammed up to the hilt.
"OH! OH! IT'S BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE IT!" Nancy yelled. He began to work in and out of her, his stroke eased by the warm flow of blood and the rush of creamy juices that now filled her canal.
Bright lights popped in front of Nancy's eyes. She saw every constellation she'd ever studied in school, but these were in every color of the rainbow.
He fucked her hard, spurred by her frantic response. Her legs tossed with a will of their own in the air, beating patterns against his bucking back and hips. His balls burst and wad after wad of hot cum surged forth into her tiny vagina. He stiffened, his body locked in a wild climax, at the same time she clutched him frantically in her young arms.
"AHHHHH! OH! OH! I LOVE IT!" she screamed, her pussy lips closing convulsively over his draining shaft.
"You beautiful baby!" he sighed, hugging her close, He was gasping and panting for breath as he lay prostrate on top of her.
"Oh, MR. WILSON! IT WAS WONDERFUL! I LOVE FUCKING YOU!" she exclaimed. She felt his flaccid meat fall out of her pussy with a pang of regret. It was over too soon for the hot little girl.
"BRAVO! BRAVO!" came the voices from the doorway. Richard and Nancy looked up in surprise to see the two applauding figures standing there, their faces registered their delight at what they had just witnessed.
"Very good! Congratulations, Nancy! You're a full-fledged woman now!" Louise burst out, racing across the room to hug her friend. Gil followed close behind, taking Richard's big hand in his own and pumping it vigorously.
"Good show, old man. Just like a pro!" Gil said.
The two peeping toms were completely naked. Inflamed by what they saw on the sofa, they had stripped and fondled each other's organs as they watched.
The froth was streaming down Louises' dark thighs and Gil's massive dick was straining upward. Soon Nancy and Richard were rolling with laughter at the distraught situation of the two on-lookers.
"Poor Louise!" Nancy said.
The minute she was introduced to Gil, the little white girl reached out and shook his throbbing cock.
"Hi, Gil! Glad to meet you," she said amid another burst of laughter.
"You think you could do something for my little friend?" Gil asked, indicating his aching weapon.
"Little? If that's little I'd hate to see a big one!" Nancy exclaimed, delighted at the sight of the straining, vein-riddled dancing shaft in front of her. She leaned forward and kissed the purplish knob, making it jump up and hit her nose.
"Down boy!" she said. She took the thick tool in her hand again and poked it impishly in her mouth. Watching Gil's face, she worked his muscle around with her tongue, swallowing a little bit more with each rotation.
He held his smile as long as he could. Soon sweat beads were popping out all over his forehead and his teeth were gritted.
"UH! UH! UH!" he grunted, moving in and pressing her head against his belly. He began to move his hips back and forth, driving his tool in and out of her little mouth. She worked faster, sucking and tonguing the wonderful meat as expertly as she could for such a little girl.
Richard's rod shot up again as he watched. It became rock hard in no time under the stimulous of the pair's actions. As horny as she was, Louise was more interested in controlling the scene for Nancy's benefit.
The black girl took her brother by the hand and led him around behind Gil's bucking buttocks. She bent down, spread his ass cheeks and licked at his bumhole, covering it lavishly with her saliva. When the orifice was well wetted, she rose and motioned to her brother.
Richard moved in and quickly drove his shaft into the lubricated hold. Gil squirmed and screamed, forcing his dick deeper into Nancy's mouth. She almost gagged but recovered quickly and worked fiercely over the angry ramming penis.
"AIIIEEE!" Gil screamed loudly. "NOT IN THE ASS HOLE! YOU'RE TOO BIG!"
Richard worked his prong skillfully, withdrawing it quickly and sliding it back in quickly. Gil soon had a steady tempo going, backing over Richard's plunging rod and then driving his hips forward, sending his shaft deep into Nancy's sucking mouth.
Not quite satisfied with her little tableau, Louise dropped softly to her knees and crawled between Richard's legs and the sofa. With her hands she parted Nancy's thighs until her own head fit nicely in the space between them.
Within seconds the black girl was woking passionately on the ravaged white pussy, licking and blowing on the torn flesh and drinking up the abundant creamy juices and blood droplets.
"HMMMMMM!" Louise sighed, savoring the tasty meal.
CHAPTER NINE
Unaware of Nancy's deflowerment, Jennifer went ahead with her plans. She called the Meadows' apartment as soon as she was able to walk without the constant pain between her thighs and invited herself and her brother Tom for a visit.
"Come ahead!" the cheery little girl had said. "Louise will be here this afternoon too. We can have a little party. Mama's going to be gone for hours."
"Goody," Jennifer said to herself as she hung up the telephone. "It'll be some party too. That black bitch may even come in handy in case Tom doesn't need my help."
She'd mentioned her scheme to her brother and he was delighted with the idea. The coy way that little Nancy Meadows had responded to his overtures had provoked him. She wasn't that innocent, he decided, and he was eager to make his theory a reality, if it wasn't already.
His big ugly cock swelled at the thought of a ripe little cherry ready for picking. His mouth twisted into a horrid smile as he imagined her lying under him, pleading for mercy as he pounded away at her twat.
"Maybe I'll do her dog fashion," he thought to himself. "That would break her in but good."
Tom's mind was thus occupied as he and his sister started out for the Meadows' apartment. He was so preoccupied, thinking of the cherry pie waiting for him, that he didn't notice the big, bearded man pinching Jennifer's titties on the subway. She shrieked and brought her knee up sharp, smack into the groin. The masher bent over almost double and had to be helped into a seat for the rest of the ride.
"What was that all about?" Tom asked as they got off at their stop.
"Nothing," Jennifer replied coolly. "That man just wanted to see if the merchandise was real."
"Well you can't blame him for that," Tom smiled, eying his sister's huge titties as they bounced freely under the crocheted dress. He could see her big nipples standing out under the cotton yarn. "Nope, you can't blame a fellow for trying," he added.
They approached the apartment building elevator just as Louise was coming in from the opposite entrance.
"Wait for me!" the beautiful black girl called. She was nearly out of breath as she ran up to the pair.
"Did you hear what happened?" she exclaimed as the three boarded the elevator.
"No, what?" Jennifer asked as Tom took in the dark girl's svelte body and gorgeous legs under the mini.
"Nancy's gone and done it, with Richard!" Louise proclaimed proudly.
"Done what?" Jennifer asked, suspicious crowding her mind. Tom looked up hastily from Louise's high round titties.
"What's this? What's Nancy done with Richard?" he inquired.
"Fucked, silly. He popped her cherry yesterday afternoon in our apartment. Gil and I watched it all. Oh, it was beautiful!" the girl said excitedly.
A sinking feeling hit Jennifer right in the stomach. Not only had Richard gotten in first but Gil was there, with this sexy black creature. Jennifer wondered bitterly what those two had been doing while Nancy was being initiated.
Tom chuckled. "Well, can't win 'em all, sis!"
Louise looked puzzled.. "Win what? What are you talking about?"
"Never mind," Tom replied as the car door opened. "It's just a little joke between me and Jen," he said as he pushed his arm through Louise's. His elbow brushed one of her hard titties, sending a chill through his body that rested quickly in his groin. His prick now was rock hard and ready for whatever Jennifer's evil mind concocted now that her first scheme had been thwarted.
The big blonde model bristled as she swept down the hall ahead of her brother and Louise. She knocked harshly at the Meadows' apartment door. Her mind churned.
"That bitch!" she said to herself. "I'll show her."
But Jennifer softened a little when Nancy opened the door. The little girl seemed to glow with joy and radiance. She was so happy after discovering the wonders of sex with Richard. Her little body bounced and cavorted around the room in front of her friends.
She seemed even younger today than before, they thought. Tom smiled as he watched the impish creature dash around, getting them soft drinks and making sure they had comfortable spaces to sit in the small living room.
"She reminds me of a little kid playing house," Tom thought to himself. The "little kid" still was able to kindle a mighty flame in his crotch. Even if she no longer was pure, her little hips were very appealing to the precocious youth and he soon was even more determined to get his big hairy cock inside her twat.
Louise, however, had something else in mind for Tom's organ-her own steaming pussy. She sat in her chair, watching the bulge in his pants and getting hotter by the minute. The movement of his arm against her titty had excited her and the feeling and grown from there until her cunt not itched for that massive muscle between his legs.
Nancy, too, had seen the bulge. The newness of her sexuality had whetted her appetite for more and more. She'd been tossing and turning all night and much of morning, aching for more of a man's cock in her fuming slash. Her own little hands only made her hornier and now, despite her frivolous actions in front of her guests, she was bursting for another fucking. And Tom's poking prick looked awfully good to her.
Jennifer perceived the mounting tensions immediately. She was amused by the two girl's contest and wondered which one would succeed. Just to make the game more interesting, she swung her left leg over the arm of the chair, revealing both her lack of panties and her gorgeous ass in one undulating motion.
Slowly she dropped her slender white hand between her golden thighs and began to play with herself. Her fingers matted her light pussy hairs.
When her middle finger reached downward and started slow, suggestive maneuvers over her cunt lips, Tom almost came up out of his chair. His jaw worked and his eyes popped at the succulent goodness exposed under his sister's hand.
Louise took it as long as she could. In a flash she had both of her legs spread wide over the arms of her chair, revealing her ravishing cooze with its jetblack pubic hair and dusky pink lips.
Instead of playing with her cunt, Louise slid her hands under her curvaceous buttocks and lifted up and out, jutting her ass forward. She worked her cunt lips, opening and closing them in a smacking gesture with her powerful vagina muscles.
Tom gulped as he watched the clenching motions of her pussy. He almost could feel those warm, wet projections clasping over his throbbing cock, milking it of its plentiful cum fluids.
Nancy, meanwhile, was fuming. At a loss to decide how to top Louise's act, she stood and flung off her skimpy shift and then quickly removed her bra and little panties. Tom caught just a flash of her creamy white globes with their cute nipples before she turned and knelt in the chair. Her buttocks were raised, wagging seductively toward him. He could see the tiny slit and delicate pink lips under her little brown bum hole as she moved her hips in a circular fashion.
"Well, brother, dear, which shall it be?"
Jennifer smiled, delighted at Tom's dilemma.
He merely gawked at the gorgeous offerings spread before him.
Willing to concede, Jennifer rose from her chair and walked toward her brother. While he continued to gaxe at Louise's and Nancy's adorable cunts, the sweat pouring from his brow, Jennifer unzipped his pants and freed his aching phallus.
Then she dropped to her knees in front of him and took the poker into her mouth, not stopping to play with its angry purple knob or lick its weighty shaft.
"AHHHHHHH!" he cried, his eyes popping and his muscles flexing at the sensation produced by Jennifer's quick suction on his cock.
Nancy looked over her shoulder at the scene. It excited her even more than ever.
"PUT IN ME, TOM! I WANT YOUR PRICK IN MY CUNT! HURRY!" she cried, rotating her buttocks madly.
"NO, ME! FUCK ME, TOM!" Louise exclaimed, jerking her hot ass higher and higher. Her cooze now glowed with its streaming juices that threatened to drop off and stain the upholstery.
Jennifer sucked faster, building her brother to a fever pitch. Her mouth soaked his prick and her tongue mashed its way around the sides, stroking and playing the stiff organ to even greater dimensions.
Jennifer had seen-and felt-Tom's cock in all its glorious fury, and she knew what it could do to an unsuspecting cunt. She just hoped he would make Nancy his first choice, while his sticker and raging with passion.
No sooner had she made the wish, than Tom rose and pushed her aside. He growled and gave out a deep animal roar as he headed toward Nancy's out-flung buttocks.
His angry prick bounced heavily in front of him as he strode across the room. Nancy saw the tool looming large as he neared. A shudder of panic convulsed her.
"NO! NO! IT'S TOO BIG!" she shrieked, starting to turn to make her excape.
But it was too late. Tom grabbed her hips and walked straight into her, his massive prong riding up her tensed slit like an arrow straight on target.
"AAAIIIEEEE!!! NO! NO! OOOOOO!!! EEEEEYYYYEEEE!" Nancy hollared, feeling the enormous shaft pierce her tiny hole, tearing more flesh from her newly ravaged hymen.
"OH MY GOD! NO! YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she screamed.
But Tom was beyond mercy. His penis had a job to do and there was no stopping it. The immense weapon rammed home, lodging itself to the hflt in Nacy's delicate channel. Blood poured anew from the torn membrane and from the freshly violated depths. She screamed and screamed, tears pouring from her eyes and running down her cheeks. Her tiny fists flayed the air in feeble protest.
"UHN! UHNNNNN! OFFFHHHH!" Tom grunted, starting to fuck hard in and out of the resisting passage. Her bruised pussy lips clutched around the huge pole, which dragged the tender flesh along as it pounded away, in and out, in and out.
"OOOOHHHHH! AAAAAIIIII! MY GOD! I'LL DIE! PLEASE, TOM, NO MORE! TAKE IT OUT! PLEASE!" Nancy cried.
Tom couldn't hear her. Thunder was rolling in his brain. Flashes of lightening blinded him to all else but the narrow back under his ramming, prodding, thrusting torso. He gripped her hips and ground them back over his cruel dick, forcing the girl to greater pain as his tool mangled her cooze.
Jennifer moved behind him and waited for his passion to rise to a crucial point. At the right instant, she wet her finger and jammed it into his working hips, lodging it home up his bum hole.
"OOO AAAAFFFFF! UHNNNN!" he groaned. Sparks flashed and his prick responded mightily, digging with a vengence into Nancy's sore little cooze hole.
A A A A AOOOOOOHHHHHH!" she screamed, falling forward. Her titties knocked hard against the back of the chair and she almost fainted. Only Tom's strong hands kept her upright as he continued to plow into her pained cunny.
"PLEASE! NO MORE! STOP!" Nancy begged, fearing she was split beyond repair. She knew the warm wetness was blood, because her juices had frozen at the first touch of his massive dick. Her muscles now were cramped from their futile resistance to his invading force.
Jennifer felt sorry for the little girl then. She pulled her brother off with much effort and steered him toward Louise, whose burning cunt was aching for action after watching the torment of Nancy.
"COME ON, BIG BOY! I CAN TAKE YOU ON!" Louise teased, flapping her cunt up and down, in and out.
Like a frenzied mad man, Tom dived toward the black girl. His still enormous cock struck her ownflung cooze and rammed inside with one fierce sweep.
"UUNNGGGHH!" Louise moaned, shutting her eyes and raising her hips to meet the plunging meat. The black girl could never get enough of white cock and she forced her cunt to open wide for the assault.
Tom impaled his shaft deep into her gaping slash.
"UN! UN! UHHHHHNNNN!" he grunted, gripping the dark girl's lovely squirming buttocks as he moved in and out of her oozing cunt. His massive weapon stroked deep and hard into her itching pussy.
"OH, TOM! FUCK ME GOOD! I'M ON FIRE! HARDER!" Louise screamed, working her hips frantically against the ramming prick.
"GO, BABY, GO!" Tom cried. She thrust her buttocks up faster and faster to meet his ramming tool. He went in and out ruthlessly, mindlessly, spurred by her wild passionate gyrations. He packed her insides with his consuming flesh and withdrew, only to repeat the operation before she could take a breath.
Louise twisted her thighs, making a circle around his fiery ramrod. She moved her ass from side to side, wagging voluptuously, helping him to reach greater depths inside her.
"OHHHHH! OH, MY GOD! TOM! IT'S SOOO GOOD!" she bellowed.
All at once there was a spine chilling sensation that raced from her shoulders down her titties and into her belly, inflaming her loins. Her black body responded more eagerly as she reached the height of job. Her belly quivered and she moved convulsively against his ramming poker.
"AAAIIIEEEEE! I'M COMING! TOM, I'M COMING!" she screamed, gripping his tool on a down stroke, holding it tightly in her strong cooze lips. She could feel him grow even harder as he shot off inside her.
"UUUUHHHHNNNNNNN!" he lowered, his balls exploding under her muscular Up grip. He stayed inside her long enough to get his second wind. Then he drove again, hitting her again with one massive, masculine thrust.
"EEEYYYIIIII!" she screamed. The blow hurt so bad she bit down on her full lower lip and clenched the muscles in her buttocks, gripping his tool even more firmly than before.
"OH, LOUISE! YOU DO IT SO FINE, SO FUCKING FINE!" Tom said. Despite his orgasm, he continued to probe into her slash with his rounded spear.
The more he battered away with his fiery torch, the greater was her ecstasy. She came and then, while he continued his pounding, came again and again. She jerked upward, wrapping her legs around his back as she supported her body in her arms.
"All! All! AHHHHHHHH!" she cried, as she felt him spending again. This time his entire wad spilled inside her as his weapon enlarged and shot. The sensation was so powerful Louise climaxed again.
"UHNNNNNN! OOOOOHHHHHHH!" he groaned as his limp shaft fell out of her sopping cunny. He moved her legs back onto the chair and stood back, looking down on her beautiful black form.
"Louise, baby, you are one hell of a fucker," he said appreciatively.
"You aren't so bad yourself," she said, smiling up at him.
Jennifer, unnoticed by the others, had been standing by patiently. Now she spoke up.
"And, since I got this show going, I think I deserve some thanks," she said, starting straight at Louise's streaming pussy.
"Be my guest," the black girl said, widening her creamy chocolate thighs.
Jennifer stopped in front of the chair and began to lick the gorgeous cunt, drinking deeply from the well of pussy juices and Tom's cunt. She savored the wetness, licking her lips often and fingering the beautiful cunt lips, exploring for more of the tasty droplets.
CHAPTER TEN
Brenda Meadows moved quickly about in the well-equipped kitchen, preparing a snack for the two girls. She was pleased her daughter had found a new friend. She approved of Louise, especially since it snowed the neighbors she was certainly no bigot. The black girl now as a constant visitor at the Meadows' apartment, just as Nancy and her mother were constant visitors at the studio apartment of Louise and her big, handsome brother, Richard.
Richard was almost finished with his painting of Nancy, and Brenda hoped the girls' friendship would give her valid reasons for visiting the Wilsons' apartment in the Village once the portrait was completed.
She'd become very fond of that big black cock, and loved the way Richard rode it into her wide spread crotch at the drop of her panties.
His strong silence intrigued her. She adored running her hands over his massive, muscular back and twirling her fingers through his curly black hair. Every thing about the man excited her.
Brenda whistled a lively tune as she arranged the sandwiches and drinks on a colorful try and carried it into the den where Nancy and Louise were watching television.
"Here you are, girls. You must be starved for something to eat," she said, setting the tray down between them.
As she bent over, Louise caught sight of the long, white full legs of the older woman. The black girl's craving for white flesh didn't stop at any sex line. She loved it all, and before Mrs. Meadows came into the room, she had been calculating the best way to get into Nancy's lacy little panties again. Nancy was willing enough, but she was usually reluctant to put out for anybody in her own apartment. Not that Mrs. Meadows would mind, she never did, but Nancy preferred to do some things in private, without interruptions.
Sex was one of those things.
Now Louise was distracted by Brenda Meadows plump thighs and ample buttocks under the short housedress.
Louise's eyes followed the body upwards, taking in Brenda's magnificent titties that wobbled massively as the woman moved over the coffee table next to Louise's chair.
Nancy watched the girl in amusement. She had no idea whether Louise could have any luck with her mother, but she was eager to find out. Nancy had played with Brenda's big, warm cunt on a few occasions, and loved the furry pussy mound and sweet smell that came from her mother's slash.
It had first happened a couple of months ago when Brenda Meadows, on an impulse, went to tuck her daughter in bed, something she hadn't done in years. Nancy was almost asleep and when her mother bent over her. She moaned and twisted, her little nightie riding up her slender hips to her waist.
"MY PUSSY HURTS, MOMMY!" Nancy had cried, not knowing her little cunt was inflamed by her passionate thought about one of her boyfriends.
Brenda had sat down beside her daughter and sympathetically rubbed her tummy.
"Tell Mommy where it hurts, baby," Mrs. Meadows had said.
"Down there, Mommy. Lower," Nancy cried.
Brenda soothingly patted her daughter's raging pussy. "There, baby? Is that where it hurts?"
"Oh, Mommy! Your hand's so soft and cool!"
As Brenda stroked the aching passage entrance, Nancy moaned and twisted more, opening her slender thighs to admit her mother's hand deeper.
Then she reached out her own little hand and nudged it inside her mother robe. As Brenda stroked Nancy's streamy cunny, the little girl fondled the soft warm place between Brenda's legs.
The ache in Nancy's twat grew and grew, despite Brenda's ministrations. It wasn't until Brenda bent down and kissed the hot little box that Nancy began to receive relief. She crawled over her mother's lap and returned the favor, licking and sucking into that fuming ass until Brenda screamed and threw her plump legs into the air.
"AHHHH! OOOOOHH! LICK YOU MOMMY, DARLING!" the voluptuous woman had cried out, thrashing her legs about over Nancy's bobbing head.
That was the little girl's first, but certainly not the last, taste of a female's juices. She loved the special flavor of the creamy fluids and took every opportunity to savor again the wonderful moisture.
She thought now of her mother's lovely plump thighs and beautiful thatch of curly brown hairs over her pussy mound as she watched Louise move her eyes greedily over Mrs. Meadows' body. Brenda, too, was aware of the dark girl's interest.
As she handed a sandwich to her daughter's guest, Meadows leaned over much farther than necessary and pressed her arm against her bountiful titties. Her loose housedress fell open at the front and Louise could see the big mounds crested by the long, red nipples.
Her heart leaped at the sight of the succulent titties. In her excitement she dropped the sandwich Brenda had just handed her.
"Ooops! How clumsy of me!" she exclaimed as she leaned forward to retrieve the snack. At the same time, Mrs. Meadows crouched down to nab the sandwich and they touched. Louise picked up the sandwich and brought it up slowly, letting her hand trail caressingly over one of the woman's gorgeous globes.
Mrs. Meadows put her hand in the seat of the chair beside Louise, as if to help herself up. Instead, she pressed her hand against the dark girl's thigh.
Louise put the sandwich back on the tray and reached inside Brenda's dress, fondling her ripe titties and erect nipples.
Mrs. Meadows slid her other hand up Louise's skirt until she touched her krinkly pubic hairs. Her fingers gingerly explored downward, settling amid the soft wetness and swollen pussy lips.
"How nice you feel, Louise," Brenda said, pushing her middle finger up the hot little channel and working her digit around.
"MMMMMMMMM!" Louise sighed, rocking her hips against the probing hand.
"Oh, Mrs. Meadows, I'm getting so warm in here. Do you mind if I take off some of my clothes?"
"Of course, not, darling, Make yourself comfortable," Brenda replied, helping Louise out of her skirt. Next came the cut-out panties and then the black girl's blouse and almost negligible bra.
Louise stood to remove the garments.
Mrs. Meadows slipped her arms around the girl's warm thighs and pressed her head against the girl's belly. Her mouth sought out the extended hot lips under the curly pussy hair. Her serpentine tongue shot out and parted the throbbing lining to Louise's cooze, working in and upward as the dark girl arched her hips forward.
"UH! UH! OOOOOOH! YOUR TONGUE IS MAKING MY PUSSY CRAZY!" Lousie squealed.
She clutched Mrs. Meadows' head and pulled it hard against her aching twat. Her buttocks began to work in a steady rhythm, back and forth, side to side, as Brenda licked and sucked at the sweet smelling slash.
"I LOVE IT! OH, TONGUE ME MORE! SUCK MY PUSSY!" Louise cried.
After watching her mother and friend a few minutes, Nancy's own ass began to burn and flow with her ripe juices. Her little hand began to fly into her cooze, chaffing the inflamed passage.
Suddenly the little girl rose and knelt behind her mother. With her two hands she pulled her mother's buttocks upward until she could reach her head underneath.
It was a difficult position, but Nancy's agile body and overwhelming passion made it easy for her to work her mouth into Brenda's oozing twat and drink at the sweet fountain.
"HMMMMMMMMM!" Brenda murmured, twitching her hips as her mouth still strained into Louise's adorable snatch.
Louise slowly lowered herself into her chair, carefully keeping her legs apart so as not to dislodge Mrs. Meadows' sucking mouth. She then pulled her legs up and slid then around Brenda's head, locking her ankles together over the sexy woman's back
"OH, SUCK ME MORE! I LOVE IT! DRAIN MY PUSSY!" Louise shouted, letting herself go as the warm, wonderful sensation passed through her lovely black body. Her legs were still only a moment. Then they were flying, pitching and tossing back and forth in the air as Brenda's skilled lips and tongue brought her slash to a fever of ecstasy.
"AAAAIIEEEE!!! OH, MY GOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD!" Louise screamed.
Nancy worked harder, matching her tonguing to the writhing of her mother's sweaty torso. Brenda wagged her hips suggestively in response to the little girl's maneuvers in her gaping, sopping slit.
Just at the crucial moment, Nancy lifted a hand and found her mother's bum hole. Her little index finger shot in like a well-aimed dart, lodging deeply in that chocolate funnel.
"EEEYYYYIIIIII!!" Brenda screamed, pitching wildly. Her back jerked convulsively before she realized what her daughter had done.
"OH! MOVE YOUR FINGER IN MY ASS HOLE! THAT'S IT! IT'S WONDERFUL!" Mrs. Meadows coaxed her daughter. Then her head went back against Louise's fuming cunny and she vented her appreciation there.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Richard put the last touches on Nancy's portrait and stepped back.
"Done! And not bad, if I do say so myself," he said.
The black painter looked with renewed interest at the little girl's flowering naked body on the canvas. He noticed how like delicate petals her titties rose from the flat surface and arched outward, a creamy, milky texture around the globes and a soft pink silkiness on the budding nipples.
His eyes traveled downward, appraising the tender skin tones over the thin waist and gently swelling belly and hips. The canvass stopped just at the line above Nancy's lightly fuzzy mound. Richard had barely hinted at the fur patch beneath. The viewer ached to peek down over the edge of the canvas and see that wonderful little mound and tiny slash, knowing it would be a rare treat.
"What do you think, sister? Am I the greatest, or am I not?"
"Of course you are, and you know it," Louise replied quickly, standing next to her talented brother proudly. "And I think you ought to have a real unveiling for this one, inviting all our special friends."
"Good idea. Will you make the arrangements? I'm much to modest," Richard chuckled, running his big hand over Louise's curvy bottom fondly.
She skipped from the room before he hand a chance to find out how horny she was-her pussy was streaming-to start making phone calls. Sex could wait for an hour or two, she thought, as she rounded up the people she most wanted to share in the unveiling. And it would be much nicer, satisfying her need with severl people, rather than just one brother, she smiled to herself.
The guests-Jennifer and her brother Tom and Gil-arrived only minutes before Brenda and the guest of honor, Nancy, showed up.
As Louise prepared drinks in the small kitchen, Richard took charge, with the aid of his eager company.
"Strip everybody!" he yelled. "We don't want the painting to be the only naked body in the room, do we?"
No one replied. They all were too busy tearing off their clothing. Jennifer was the fastest. She came prepared, wearing only the skimpiest smock over her gorgeous Viking curves. His appetite whetted by the sight of the model's voluptuous titties and ass cheeks, Gil quickly shed his garments and soon the whole room was a mass of naked limbs and organs, black and white.
"Got the 'drinks' ready, Louise?" Richard called. His sister replied by strolling, nude as the rest, into the room with several glasses of honey.
"You ready for this?" she asked, glancing over at her neighbor's big erect prick.
"Get started, baby, time's a wasting," her brother urged.
Louise needed no coaxing. She took one of the glasses and began to coat Gil's dense shaft with the thick sweetness. Richard started lathering Jennifer's luscious curves while Brenda bent to do the same to Richard's ass cheeks and bum hole. Tom was busy with the guest of honor, covering her dainty pussy mound and tiny slash with honey.
"Okay, group, now let's clean up the mess," Richard called out. Brenda was busy already, sucking on the painter's sweetened balls. Seeing the rich layer on her brother's backside, Louise led Gil over and directed his gooey penis toward Richard's buttocks. Gil began working his big cock into the moistened hole as Brenda ran her tongue over Richard's succulent tool.
"AHHHHHH! OH, BABY! BLOW MY COCK!" Richard called.
Just then he felt Gil's enormous prick entering his tight bum hole.
"SHIT! AAIIIIIEEEEE! GREAT FUCKING BALLS!" he cried.
Tom bent down and started eating Nancy's sweet little pussy while Jennifer and Louise manipulated each other's honey-coated snatches and titties.
The gorgeous blonde model sucked on the creamy juices that flowed out and mixed with the honey in Louise's dark pussy.
"AHHHH! SUCK MY PUSSY! I LOVE IT!" Louise exclaimed. Her dusky slit was boiling now, the juices gushing out faster than Jennifer could gobble them up. The dark girl clamped her mouth over the fair one's lovely cunt and sucked hard on the sweet smelling liquids while her hands reached back to massage the great white globes on Jennifer's chest.
"OOHHHHH! IT FEELS SO GOOD! TONGUE MY CUNT MORE!" Jennifer moaned, moving her hips around under Louise's exploring mouth.
Nancy was caressing Tom's sticky shaft, tucking extra dabs of honey into his piss-hole.
"HMMMM! I CAN'T WAIT TO GET A TASTE OF THIS!" she cried.
"What are you waiting for?" Tom asked, his prick aching for her sweet little rose-bud mouth and precocious tongue.
Slowly Nancy lifted Tom's throbbing cock to her lips. She flicked her tongue out and tasted the scented knob. Her tongue gingerly explored the indentation, seeking out the reservoir of honey inside the little piss-hole.
"UUHHHNNNNN! TAKE IT ALL IN YOUR MOUTH! BLOW MY COCK!" Tom cried.
Nancy obliged, but slowly, teasingly. She worked the huge knob into her little mouth and then gradually slipped more and more of the huge shaft between her massaging lips.
She sucked and blew until she felt his immense stick grow even larger in her little mouth. Realizing she would not be able to swallow the entire organ, she sat back on the floor and raised her slender white legs into the air.
"FUCK ME, TOM! RAM YOUR BEAUTIFUL PENIS IN MY CUNNY! NOW!" she cried, her twat now itching for that lovely piece of meat to stuff itself inside her.
The little girl grabbed Tom's porkchop and tugged at it, cramming it into her hot cunt as fast as she could.
Tom fell forward, fucking down into her honeyed slit hard to help relieve her frenzy. Nancy went wild, tossing her hard mound up against Tom's belly furiously.
"UHNNNN!!!DEEPER! HARDER! MORE! MORE!" she screamed as Tom fucked her with rapid strokes.
"AAAAHHHHHH! OOOOHHHHH!" RICHARD sighed loudly as Brenda's wonderful mouth worked over his hard dick and Gil pounded away at his ass hole. Gil's cock now had plunged into Richard up to the hilt several times and was flying in and out of the honey-creamed bum hole.
"OH MY GOD! MY ASS HOLE IS GOING TO SPLIT IN TWO!" Richard cried as Gil plunged away, in and out of the steamy hole. Brenda sucked away on the dark prick as it rivited deeper and deeper into her greedy mouth.
Jennifer was moaning and writhing on the floor as Louise drew on her oozing cunny.
"MORE! MORE! I'VE GOT TO HAVE MORE!" the model wailed, her crotch itching and aching under Louise's teading tongue. The dark girl reached about blindly until her hand located an empty soda pop bottle near the wall.
In a flash, Louise began working the neck of the bottle into Jennifer's seething snatch. The blonde girl went wild.
"FUCK! SHOVE IT IN ALL THE WAY! SHIT!" Jennifer cried. Louise rammed the bottle in, hard and fast, working it in and out and side to side in Jennifer's gaping pussy. The big girl's vaginal muscles gripped and grabbed at the slick sides of the bottle in vain. She couldn't hold the tool as it rode into her cunny with all the fury Louise's strong hand and arm could muster. Jennifer arched her. back and reached under her bottocks with her hands, raising her ass higher as the bottle plunged cruelly into her hot box.
"EEYYYIIII! HARDER, LOUISE! RAM IT IN ME!" she shrieked, fucking up against the bottle hard.
Tom rode little Nancy wildly now, bringing her to a peak of frenzy and madness. With unexpected strength, the tiny girl pushed herself and the lanky youth up and shoved him back onto the floor, their loins still locked togehter.
Squirming around until she was settled securly over his burgeoning weapon, Nancy began to bounce up and down, forcing Tom's prick deeper into her hot cunt. She groaned and screamed hysterically as his burning knob reached new depths in her tender cooze.
"AHHHH! AHHHHH! UHHHH!" Nancy moaned, the tears streaming down her soft cheeks and spilling onto her bouncing little titties. Her hips now began moving in other directions, working in a rotating motion as she continued to bounce hard up and down on Tom's stomach. Her ass slapped hard against his furry mound surrounding his impaled cock as she rode downward. Her impact sent his balls flapping upward.
"UHNN! YOU'RE BREAKING OFF MY COCK!" he cried.
Louise nearly lost the pop bottle in Jennifer's sopping cunny. She clutched at it with slippery hands and pulled it out, only to get a new grip on it and ram it in again. Jennifer tensed and bucked upward against the glass dildo, straining her legs and back to increase the leverage against her burning twat.
" 'I'M COMING! I'M COMING! NOOOOOW!" she shrieked.
It was almost a signal. Tom shot off a gigantic wad into Nancy's precious cunny just as Gil unloaded in Richard's ass hole and Brenda took a stream of hot cum in her mouth.
The writhing, jerking, moaning and groaning bodies slowly lost their steam and the seven participants slowly collapsed in separate heaps on the floor, their sticky, sweaty bodies rolling about in happy exhaustion.
When he was able to speak, Richard called out, "Anybody want to see the picture?"
"Oh, yeah, the picture," Nancy responded, breaking into giggles.
