The semi-pro Basketball League For Women in the Chicago area had eight teams. Seven of them had male coaches, men who had played pro-ball at one time or another in their lives, and as a result knew all the ins and outs of the game to the nth degree. One team had a female coach, Christine Jackson, who had been a semi-pro player herself a few years earlier.
Now in her mid-twenties twenty-four going on twenty-five to be precise-Christine, a full-blooded black woman, had the body of a finely tuned female athlete. She was five-feet-eight inches tall, which for a female basketball player was tall enough, with mahogany flesh that stretched firmly and smoothly over well-toned muscles and bones. Her hair was neither long nor short, though when she had played on a team, herself, she had always kept the hair short. She had deep, almost black eyes, a relatively slender nose with flaring nostrils, and very full lips. Her breasts each looked only slightly smaller than the basketball she had taught all the girls on her team to handle.
Naturally there were the five main players-the starting players, and the usual substitutes since no girl ever played an entire game. Like all the other teams, hers was a mixture of white and black women, though the players had come to know one another well enough not to have racial differences. There were other differences to be sure, and there were jealousies, but none of it had to do with creed or color. In that single respect, the girls were a better team than any of the other seven teams in the league.
As basketball players, they were awful. In fact, since it was a semi-pro league rather than a professional league, and since there were no definite teams playing, most of the other teams considered it a seven-team league, with her team thrown in when one or the other of the teams wanted to really drub a team and feel good about it. They were there for laughs, and as time went by, Christine was finding it harder and harder to line up games.
Most of the girls on Christine's team played for the money, and little as it was, it was enough to keep them going. It was also enough to keep them from turning to less savory professions. They needed the games, and they were beginning to come down on Christine because she was finding it harder and harder to line up games. She was at her wit's end, trying to arrange some sort of schedule.
Dressed in a clinging knit suit of bright red, the young Negress was standing in front of the desk of Sherm Herman, the manager of the Lipsticks, the second-worst team in the league. It was the only team with which she had any regular games, and her own team, the Eyeshadows, even managed to occasionally win one out of every seven they played against the Lipsticks.
Sherm Herman had a slight paunch, but there was no doubt he was all muscular man. His greying hair was thinning on top, and he chewed cigars. He had a long, thin nose and very thin lips set in a round face. When he spoke, it was with a sleepy voice. He was wearing a blue denim shirt and matching pair of pants, both stained with matching dirt and sweat.
The office in which Herman conducted his business was small, about seven feet square, with the one desk against the right wall, one swivel chair, and three wooden chairs against the opposite wall. He had offered one of the chairs to Chris, but she had refused.
"Come on, Sherm," she insisted. "My girls need games. It isn't as if this was a regular league with a regular schedule. We have to fight for every game we get, just like you. You have your share of troubles getting games, too."
"Now you come on," he said in a sleepy, articulate voice. "Who the hell wants to see a game between the Lipsticks and the Eyeshadows. We fill less than half the arena every time we play. When we play with the other teams, we fill more than three-quarters of the arena, and we rake in some nice dough."
"Come on, Sherm," she insisted. "We need the games. Besides, aren't you better off playing to a slightly less than half-filled arena, than sitting home and not playing at all?"
"Aaaaaaahhhhh... hell! I don't want to tucker my girls out against your team, and then have them play a really good team a day or two later. It isn't worth it, Chris."
"Sherm, tell me what to do to make it worth it. I mean, I'm desperate enough to do anything to line up games for my girls. Just tell me what I have to do, and I'll do it."
"You're really asking for it, Chris."
'Uh oh! Sherm, get that gleam out of your eye. I meant anything within reason!"
"Your body would be just about reason enough for me to want to wear out my girls," Herman told her.
"Knock it off. My body has nothing to do with basketball."
"Hey, look, tell you what. I'll let my gals play your team. If you win, terrific. This way it'll be incentive enough to drag out some more sports fans to see the game the next time we play. But honey, if you lose, and you expect more games from us, you have to give me a lot more than a promise that things will get better."
"What are you tellin' me, Sherm, you funky honky."
"I'm telling you I wanna screw you. It's as simple as that. If you win, we do nothing. If we lose, then after the game, when the girls go home, you and I get together somewhere and ball."
"Sherm, you just don't appeal to me."
"If I did appeal to you, you'd have an incentive to lose continually. This way you have an incentive to win. Just think, if your girls win, you don't have to put out for me."
"The whole idea stinks, Sherm, and you know it!"
"Those are my terms, Chris. Take it or leave it. I'll tell you this much. If you're willing to come to the same terms with other coaches, you'd be surprised how many games you'll be able to line up."
"You're making me out to be a two-bit tramp," she snapped. "I've always thought of my body as something special."
"I still think it's something special," Herman insisted. "That's why I'm hungry for it. Come on, Chris, let's cut the crap. Those are my terms. Take it or leave it, like I said before."
She stared at him for a long moment, then sighed, and finally nodded, saying, "I'll take it, Herman."
"Fine. Suppose we arrange a game for next Friday evening. The arena is free. All the other girls' teams will be busy elsewhere. Just one thing, Chris. If you lose, I expect I don't get a hard time."
'I understand," she nodded.
"Good. Remember, it'll be a no-holds-barred game between the two of us."
"You're acting like your team has already won."
"The odds are in my favor," he laughed.
"We'll lick your Lipsticks, yet," Chris snapped. "Not if we darken your Eyeshadows," Herman roared, holding his sides with gales of laughter as Chris walked out.
When she got back to her girls, Chris told them, "Well, I finally managed to line up the Lipsticks again. They seem to be the only team willing to play against us."
"Any team is better than no team," Chino, the Puerto-Rican member of the team insisted.
"Girls," Chris said to them, "the time has come for us to do better. I don't understand what it is with you. I've trained you at least as well as, if not better than, the other team coaches would be able to do. It isn't as if you're all physically incapable. Now come on, I want to see you girls doing better. You know, if we beat the Lipsticks two games in a row, then we'll be able to play some of the other teams. Now what say we practice tomorrow. We have a whole week to practice. I know most of you earn much of your money during the day, but all of you, whether working elsewhere or not, are dependent on the money we get from these games. Even if we don't make the kind of fortune the pro ballers make, we still make plenty. If we won a few more games, we'd be playing the better teams, drawing a bigger gate, and as a result we'd make ourselves one heck of a lot more money. Let's face it, we all like basketball, but we also like money. If we keep playing like flops, we'll be dropped right out of the league."
"All we'd have to do is lose by closer scores," Chino insisted.
"You have to win," Chris snapped. "Now let's cut the bull, and all of you be here for practice tomorrow right after work."
The girls on her team nodded, knowing she was right. Things looked very bleak for them.
CHAPTER TWO
The girls tried hard, very hard, and on Friday night they played a whale of a game against the Lipsticks. Both teams looked razor-sharp, and because it was a Friday night, the crowd was bigger than had been anticipated. As a result, both teams came away with more money that night than had originally been expected. Unfortunately, the Lipsticks defeated the Eyeshadows, even though it was a tight score.
Chris showered with her girls, and afterward waited until they were gone. When she was certain the Lipsticks had also departed, she met Sherm Herman outside the arena. She was wearing a heavy woolen red coat, and Herman was bundled up in a blue parka.
"I'm glad you're a good loser, Chris," Herman laughed. "This is something I've kinda dreamed about."
"You know," she said to him, "I'm not going to kid you. Sherm, I'm a virgin. I've been so wrapped up in semi-pro ball all my life, I never took the time out to find out about the birds and the bees."
"Well then, think a' how lucky you are," Herman told her. "Tonight you're gonna get a crash course from an expert. You got the kinda body that makes a man want more and more. Cheer up, Chris. Sex is a lot more fun than you think. Tell you what, I won't get into anything heavy, tonight. A simple, straightforward pumping'll make the two of us happy, but I promise to give you one helluva warm-up, first."
"Thanks, Sherm, you're all heart."
"As a matter-of-fact, tonight I'm all cock," he laughed.
He took her to a small motel not too far from the arena, and after he had gotten a room, took her to a small, nearby bar.
"Well," Chris smiled, "at least you aren't shy about being seen in public with a black woman."
"Why should I be?" Herman asked. "Hell!
You're taking everything in stride, Chris, and I'll tell you right now, I don't mind showing you off to the rest of the world. You're one stunning beauty."
"Thanks, Sherm. You make me feel like just a woman instead of a black woman."
"Long as you don't turn my cock black, I can't see where I have a thing to worry about."
"You're being explicit, anyway. Look, I'm really not in the mood to drink."
"Just a little Pernod," he told her. "It'll sharpen your senses and make you enjoy everything. I don't want you feeling any of the pain, and I do want your pleasure heightened."
"Why should you care how I feel, Sherm?"
"Well, your girls played a whale of a game, tonight. I was thinking of a rematch on Monday evening, with the same rules applying."
"Let's see how tonight turns out," she insisted. "You'd be smart to start on the Pill, Chris."
"You really have a lot of confidence in my team," she replied. "We'll beat you the next time, Sherm. As for my getting pregnant, don't worry. My period's due in two days. So even if we play on Monday and lose, you won't be able to collect for awhile."
"S'all right," Herman told her. "I trust you." They went to the motel room after a small drink apiece, and Chris felt so alone. She had often pictured her first time in bed as being with a black man, a man she cared for. Not that she disliked Sherm Herman, but he definitely wasn't the type to arouse her. Aside from his being white, he had a slight pot belly, he was balding, he perspired a lot, and even though she knew he had showered at the arena in the men's' shower room before leaving, there was still the smell of stale sweat and smoke in what was left of his hair. He was more the sports figure than ever, and somehow or other just didn't seem to fit into her love-life.
Chris stood there and let the paunchy man un-dress her. As he unhooked her brassiere and her large, swollen beauties came into view, the man let out a low, soft whistle.
"Now that's what I call a pair of beautiful black basketballs," he insisted.
Chris smiled, feeling more than a little uncertain, staring down at the bulge growing in the man's heavy pants, knowing the sight of her naked bosom was responsible.
"You make me feel like a whore," she gasped.
"Stop it!" he insisted, talking softly but directly. "So you're putting out for the first time in your life. So what! Lots of women, white, black, and every other color get screwed daily, and most of 'em start a lot younger'n you."
He was standing in front of her, and he began caressing her breasts, fondling them tenderly, handling the black nipples and areolae as if they were diamonds, to be handled with extreme care.
His hungry mouth kissed them appreciatively, and Chris shuddered, because instead of feeling the kind of repulsion she had expected to feel, she was enjoying it. He kissed her nipples again and again, first the left, then the right. He was sweating profusely, writhing, and she saw the bulge in the front of his pants getting so big, she knew if he didn't get those pants off in a hurry, his expanding penis was going to tear right through the material.
He knelt in front of her and removed her skirt and half slip. Then he slowly eased down her panties, breathing the muskiness coming from her soft crotch, and Chris was able to feel the damp stickiness there. She had never leaked oil from there, before. He countered her leakage with some of his own, and when she looked down again, she saw the damp spot appearing in his pants, slowly widening. She was getting an education in a hurry, all right. Now she knew both, men and women leaked oil. The leakage from his penis made it appear as if he were drooling from both, his mouth and his sex organ, and there was no question about for whom he was drooling.
"Stand up, Sherm," she insisted. "I don't want to see you ruining a good pair of pants because of me."
Chris surprised herself, taking the initiative, un-buckling his belt, and with trembling fingers she pulled down his zipper. Having plenty of brothers, she knew what a black cock looked like, since modesty was a luxury few-enough people were able to afford in the tiny four room apartment in which she had been brought up. Now she was going to look at a honky penis, and wondered if aside from-the color, the penis would look different to her. She tugged hard on the zipper, as if the heat of his pulsating penis had melted the zipper's teeth together.
His pants fell down and she discovered he was wearing no undershorts. He had been eager for her, all right. What she stared at was longer, thicker, and stiffer than anything she had seen at home, basically because none of her brothers had been aroused when she had seen them coming from the bathroom after a shower or getting dressed in a bedroom everyone had been forced to share. The shaft was long and white, and the head was a pinkish purple. Underneath were a pair of weighty balls inside a red scrotum sac that was covered with grey hairs.
"Aw come on," Herman snapped at her. "I'm sure you've seen bigger in your time."
"I've never seen a hard one before, Sherm," she gasped. "I have to admit, that's the biggest one I've ever seen."
"Touch it, Chris, get used to it."
"I... don't know," she said, shuddering. "Come on, honey, it can't bite you. As a matter-of-fact, it can't do a damn thing to your body without your okay. Look, I'm hot for you, really hot for you, but if you wanna back outta this, well we can forget the whole thing."
"What about my girls?" Chris asked.
"We'll just go back to being like before."
"No game Monday night?"
"Well... "
"I made a deal with you, Sherm. I'll keep up my end of the deal. But I don't ever want this getting back to my girls."
"Not from me," Sherm Herman insisted.
He was touching her appealing naked form, kneeling again, pulling off her socks as she lifted each of her feet up, one at a time. He massaged her calves as if touching black velvet. Then he stood, caressing her buttocks, feeling her back, and finally letting her undress him and drape his clothing on a chair.
Chris didn't know why she didn't take advantage of his offer to let her out of this contract. She must have been crazy. Still, a deal was a deal, and she had never gone back on an agreement in her life.
She stared at Herman, looking over his hairy body. In spite of the slight paunch, the rest of his body was very muscular. When he turned his back to her for a moment, she saw his flat buttocks were not fat, and when he once again turned toward her, his throbbing cock, jutting out as it did, made her think of a ship's bowsprit.
Herman walked over to her and gathered her ebony tawniness in his arms, as if cuddling a sleek panther. The large mass of grey hairs that covered his broad, slightly fatty chest, tickled the nipples on her breasts delightfully. Her naked brothers, almost all of them younger than herself, had had smooth chests when she had seen them. She rubbed against his hairiness, and that was when she initially became aware of the pressure of his throbbing cock, all slimy at the tip, grinding into the furred pout that was her groin, feeling like some enormous Sequoia log. She was certain she would never be able to take anything that big inside her narrow little feminine opening. But she had given her word, and she was determined to try-even if the damn thing finally split her right up the middle.
Herman eased her back and down, lowering her to the edge of the mattress behind her. His hands were all over her, but they kneaded her large bouncing breasts as a baker's hands would knead dough. She was aflame with sexual craving and desire. It came so easily to her. She had imagined sex was something she would have to learn in steps. Instead she was taking to it like the proverbial duck took to water, or a bird took to flying.
"I'm gonna fuck you fast and hard this first time, Chris," he told her. "If you have a cherry, it'll pop really fast."
"I don't have one," she told him. "With all the athletics in which I've been involved, my hymen broke when I was only eleven. But I'm telling you right now, Sherm, I am a virgin."
She spread her thighs wide apart with the intent of allowing his huge, gigantic, apple-shaped dome to instantly achieve initial entry into her seethingly dripping vagina. Chris didn't know why, but instead of being afraid of his penis, she was looking forward to its entry into her. Perhaps it was because she liked Sherm Herman, the man. She waited anxiously, expecting him to move on top of her and begin his initial thrustings.
However Sherm Herman fooled her. Instead of sliding over her as she expected, he fell to his knees on the floor, his head between her lovely widespread thighs and lowered his face to her open gash.
Chris was perplexed. She was no dummy, even if she hadn't been sexually involved with men. She was well aware a man often wanted his cock sucked, and she had been afraid Herman would demand that of her. But what was a man able to do to a woman's sexual slash? She lay there, wondering, but her wondering turned to wonderment as his hungry lips and probing tongue made delicately tender contact with her labia and clitoris, sending new thrills tingling through every fiber of her shuddering being.
"OHHHHH... AHHHHH! Uuuuunnnngggghhhh... aaaannnngggghhhhhh... yesssss... I like it... I like it... that's sheer heaven, Sherm. That's wonderful," she gasped and sobbed, realizing his tongue, like his knowledge of basketball, was excellent. The well-trained oral digit carefully tickled her clitoris as it had never been tickled before. Well, naturally it had never been tickled before, since no mouth or hand, not even her own hand, had ever touched it. She was building fast now, and she wondered if it was at all possible for her to achieve a climax the first time the man put his penis into her.
Christine had many friends, including the girls on her basketball team, none of who were virgin, a couple of whom were married. At one time or another they had all confided something about their sex lives to her, and she realized every one of them had, in essence, told her the same thing. In order to achieve an orgasm, one had to go past the initial defloration. Many had to be fucked for more than a year before achieving an initial orgasm. Some were climaxing by the third or fourth entry, but not one of them had peaked the first time. She wondered if it was possible for her to climax her first time with a man. His mouth left her aroused and inflamed clitoris now, and he trailed his tongue slowly downward, separating the delicately pink inner lips of her deliciously creamy, seething pussy. He pressed his head in deeper and turned it sideways, then he locked his teeth tightly on the softly squirming nether lips of her tantalizingly delicious pussy. Sherm Herman had eaten many a cunt in his lifetime, including that of his wife, but he had to admit this little chocolate girl had the tastiest pussy his mouth had ever enjoyed. She shuddered as she sensed his tongue slowly forcing its way between her inner labia, engaging her vagina in that ultimate soul kiss.
Chris was shuddering and quaking, her entire body wild with built-up passion, now. Herman was one helluva lover, all right. He was making her yearn to discover what it was like to have that huge, thick penis burrowing into her depths, and yet she didn't ever want him to stop sucking her vagina. Oh wow! If this was what sex was all about, it almost made it worthwhile for her girls to lose. This was the most magnificent moment in her entire life.
Gasping, she felt little droplets of perspiration breaking out between the globes of her breasts and between the cheeks of her buttocks. Droplets also dotted her upper lip and forehead, as well. This was so fantastic, she discovered she was having a difficult time breathing. Soft little animal-like mewls were escaping from between clamped-together lips as her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the strong mattress while Herman continually renewed his oral assault on her seething vagina. He pushed his face farther forward, moving his slurping tongue even deeper now, then used his hands to lift first her legs, and then the rounded black cheeks of her lovely buttocks as she squirmed, wriggling uncontrollably because his tongue was delving into the starred opening of her ass. It massaged her anal pucker, then pushed deeper into it, forcing its way farther and farther while his nose continued to tenderly tantalize the soft, simmering entrance to her seething pussy. The woman moaned in rapturous ecstasy, and her heaving breath came in loud gasps as she found herself swept aloft on the wings of moths and butterflies to a dizzying level of arousal she had never known her body to contain, before.
"Don't stop!" she gasped, suddenly feeling the need for more of his tongue. She was sobbing breathlessly, as she continued, panting, "Please... please... Sherm... don't... uunngghh... stop what you're... hhhaaannnhhh... doing to me. I want that tongue of yours all the way inside me. Ohhhh Wowwww! I wish this might... hhuunngghh... go on forever... "
All the lovely young ebony girl knew was, what Sherm Herman was doing to her with his marvelous working mouth was driving her clear up the wall, right to the ceiling, then across the ceiling and down the other wall. Though she had yet to discover what it meant to reach any kind of orgasmic satisfaction whatsoever, let alone experience a total climactic inundation, she knew without a doubt she was moving closer and closer to that thrillingly explosive moment in her life than she had ever been before. Everything in her body was building to higher plateaus, and she was feeling more alive and aroused than she had ever felt in her entire life. The arousal, the delight, the thrills were greater than anything she had previously experienced, yet she was well aware the climactic crescendo of her softly approaching virginal orgasm would slam into her entire body, zapping her senses like some kind of unexpected bolt from heaven... raw lightning charging through every part of her.
She was gasping, panting, almost totally out of control as she continued to loudly sob and moan. Inside her, an emotional storm was brewing, and the oils in her seething sex were already bubbling from the heat she felt. Slowly, very slowly, Herman lowered her delightfully upraised thighs as he once again began trailing his working tongue upward. He lanced it solidly into the deliciously soft, wet pool between her sucking vulva. The sides of his tongue moving into her began caressing her inner labia with its own pulsatingly moist surface. The thrillingly grazing contact lifted her into a new, rarified ionosphere of tantalizing sexual thrills and sensations. His tongue finally reached the upstanding, swollen nubbin of her clitoris. The pink nodule had swollen and extended itself way beyond the coral inner lips of the surrounding area, creating the appearance of some miniscule little turtle timidly poking its unprotected head from the safety of its own shell. He trailed the tantalizing tip of his working tongue over and around this most delightfully erogenous zone of her feminine anatomy, causing sensual little shockwaves of utter delight to fire into the tenderly ultra-sensitive net-work of blistering little nerve-endings until her inner panel board of rapture and delight began lighting up like a flashing Christmas tree. All sex systems in her feminine container were go. Her creaming pussy was definitely galvanized by the thrillingly wonderful torture of his moving tongue.
"Gggaaannnggghhh... OHHHHHH... YESSSSSSS... YESSSSSSSSSSSSS... YESSSSSSSSS... " the lovely ebony woman bellowed at the rival coach. "I... uunnhh... don't know what you're... ooooohhhhh... doing to meeeeee... hhhaaannnhhhh... but I'll strangle you with my thighs if you... ohhhhhhhhhhh... stop! I'll... uhhhh... do anything... anything you... uuunnnhhh... want... after thisssss... gghhuunngghh... but just keep on doooiiinnng to meeee... what you're... uhhhhh... doing right nowwwwwwww... "
Sherman Herman was an expert when it came to making women orgasm. He carefully eased the middle finger of his moving right hand into the tightness of the black girl's rectum, pushing the finger relentlessly deeper until it was plunged all the way into her. Then he slipped his middle and index fingers of his left hand into the taut juiciness of her creaming virginal vagina. Slowly he pulled her fully erected clitoris between his hungry lips. He sucked the little pellet into his hungering mouth, using the pressure of his lips to push her frenulum even farther back while he licked and lapped her aching clitoris, torturing the tiny little bud beyond endurance.
"Ohhhh... gguunngghh... hhuunnhh... IIIII... caaannn't... oooooohhhhhh... stannnnd iiiiiit... " she panted so heavily, Her-man was terrified she might end up with some kind of coronary. That was the last thing he wanted.
"Uuuunnnggghhhmmm!" he moaned, his face deep in her sodden pussy, lapping away at the tasty folds of her tantalizing flesh.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!" she sighed as he dug his fingers deeper into her while pile driving his face into her dripping slash, lifting her delightful buttocks completely off the bouncy mattress, The young black woman's aching body trembled and shook and vibrated as if high voltage electricity was being poured through it at an incredible rate. A long, low moan, like a death rattle escaped her parched lips and her wide eyes rolled back' in her head, looking all the whiter when contrasting with her ebony flesh.
"AAALYYY AAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGG-HHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHH-AAAWWWAAANNNGGGHHH!" she shrieked, climaxing wildly, making Herman glad he had selected this particular motel where he knew the walls were soundproof.
She shuddered and twitched and jerked some more, and then finally collapsed on the mattress like a deflated balloon. Thrills continued coursing through her as she lay there, out of energy.
First time out, first time with a man, and a man who was far from an Adonis, at that, and yet Christine Jackson had done something no other woman she had ever known had done. She had reached a climax. She had broken through the orgasmic barrier immediately, experiencing total sexual satisfaction and relief for the first time in her entire young life. Tonight, the lovely walnut-skinned girl had become a woman.
Looking almost like a small version of The Hulk, Sherm Herman lifted himself from between her lovely thighs and wiped his naturally pursed lips with the hairy back of his hand. The huge, pinkish purple head of his throbbing penis was already glistening with the multitude of clear juices that had seeped from its tiny narrow slit as he had sucked Chris's tasty pussy until the woman had climaxed.
Now it was his turn to have some fun. Not that lapping her cunt hadn't been fun. But now it was time for his cock to get in on the action.
The lovely young black woman lay there, looking very much for the moment as if she were either dead or completely unconscious as she sprawled there, completely motionless, with the colorless oozing oil continuing to drip from the wide-open lips of her widespread vagina.
"Hey," Herman asked, moving up to look at her, "Chrissy, are you feeling all right, kid?" His face showed a deep concern for her well-being.
"Mmmmmm!" she murmured. "Right now I feel like I'm in heaven," and she lifted her arms and limply wrapped them around Herman, tugging him down on top of her.
Slowly, carefully, he pushed and eased her lithe form to the middle of the mattress. He continued to look her lovely torso over as he did so, and he had to admit, black or white, he had never found a tastier, lovelier body. Shit! He had really lucked into something with this lovely female.
"You know," he told her, "I'm not the only guy who's hot for your body, Chris. Just about every other coach in the league would give an eye to fuck you. If you want, you can set up deals like this with all of them, and they'll be more than happy to play your team. This way, you'll be able to get some of the bigger money."
"Are you kidding?" Chris sighed. "Most of those guys probably don't give a damn about making me peak, the way you did, Sherm. I agreed to this with you because I knew if we did lose, you'd be gentle and loving about everything, and not some dumb jerk who would rape the hell out of this body of mine."
"Hey, as far as I'm concerned," he told her, "I'd just as soon keep this lovely torso of yours to myself. Believe me, I'll let the Lipsticks play your Eyeshadows any time, looking forward to your team's losing, now. You have one fantastic body. In a minute I'm gonna push my cock into it, and honey, let me tell you, I'm gonna be in heaven."
"If your penis is half as good as your mouth, I'm in for one heck of a night, Sherm," she giggled. "But I'll tell you right now, my girls are going to beat your girls the next time out. You wait and see. We're getting to be a better team."
"Luckily, you have a bunch of stiffs, Chris. Sure, there'll be nights when you'll get lucky and beat us, but for the most part we'll be whomping you. If it weren't for the money, I'll be glad to set up a league of our own, just our two teams, and beat the pants off your girls every time, just so I can fuck you."
"Sherm, you're a good guy," she told him. "Come on, Chris. I'm not the only good guy in the league. At least five of the other coaches are nice, three of them super-nice. Every one of them is hotter than hell for your body. I'm telling you, make them the same offer I conned you into, and soon you and your girls'll be rolling in the green. So what if you don't win. You'll be playing, and you'll be earning money."
"I'll think on it," she told him.
"Hey, you ready for the main event, now?"
"I guess so."
"Sex isn't all that bad, huh?"
"I have to admit," she told him. "The feeling was more fantastic than I had ever dreamed it might be," She smiled at him, then said, "You tell me, d'you think you can make me go all the way with that penis of yours. I mean, can you take me at least as far as you did with your mouth?"
"Honey, if I don't do it, I'm sure gonna die trying," he laughed, promising out loud as he slowly crawled between her lovely, widespread, chocolate thighs.
"What do we do now?" the lovely woman asked.
"You begin by reaching between us with your hand, grabbing my cock, and pushing it into your cunt. I'll take it from there."
Smiling, Chris reached and grabbed his throbbingly twitching penis with her two hands. She positioned it carefully, guiding its big, pulsating head to its tender target. Her slender, dark-skinned hands were scarcely able to encircle the swollen shaft of his burning hot meat. She didn't know why, but she was certain it was going to make her as pleased as his mouth. Even though she had never been fucked before, she ached to feel it stuffed into her vagina.
The slightly bulky male made a careful effort to be exceptionally gentle with the black-skinned girl. But there was really no gentle method by which three pounds of thick penile sausage-meat can be crammed into a tight, narrow sleeve. The man's burgeoning, swollen cock had often proved on more than one occasion to be more of a problem than a blessing. When he had been in the service, overseas in Japan, he had found it almost impossible to fit his gigantic penile muscle into those tiny women. It was in Japan he had discovered that the only way to make such a narrow cunt stretch was to suck it a little first. To this day, his pussy-lapping was just more than a first stage of foreplay. It had become the one prerequisite to penetration.
Even with the excessive lubrication of the two of them splashed all over their loins, he had a hard time. He pressed the rounded knob against her vaginal lips and slowly began pushing. He immediately knew he was going to have a difficult time fitting his cock into her. The head was as big as a doorknob, and her little slit had barely opened up enough to take his two fingers.
"Sheesh!" he gasped. "I'm more scared at this moment than you are."
"Don't be frightened," she told him, herself quivering. "There has to be a first time for everything. Just come on ahead and sock it to me," she insisted. "I don't care what it does to my insides. Even if you scrape off a layer or two of skin in there, I know the time has come for me to really feel what a good man's cock is like. I never thought I'd call any honky a good man, but you're a good guy, Sherm. So come on, and cram my body with that penis of yours. Fill me to capacity with it. I promise not to scream and yell, even if it does hurt a little, at first.
She threw her lovely legs tightly around the man's flat buttocks and beat on his asscheeks with her soft heels, like a jockey spurring his horse to the supreme effort. He pounded forward desperately, battering at her tender, undersized opening while the lovely black woman bit her lower lip so hard she almost drew blood. He drove in solidly, continually, mercilessly, unable to control himself now that he was moving, burying his throbbing prick a little deeper with each overpoweringly vicious thrust. He thrust so solidly into her, he was certain he felt some part of her interior flesh split. Finally he was testicles-deep inside the tightly squeezing, formerly virginal cavern of her delightfully squeezing feminine interior.
"Hhhhhhunnnhhhh!" she gasped, as if the breath had been knocked out of her.
"Hurt?" he asked.
"A... little... " she gurgled.
"Then we'll wait a minute until your inner cunt adjusts to my thickness," he told her.
He remained that way, his entire cock locked into her depths, and he bent down and began kissing her mouth again and again, letting her taste her own cuntal secretions as his tongue licked through her mouth repeatedly.
After awhile, she felt his heated cock twitching in the tight depths of her cunt, but there was no pain with the twitches. On the contrary, there was nothing other than sheer pleasure. She was enjoying the feel of his hard lance buried in her scabbard.
"Ummmmm!" she eventually sighed. "I want you to know, Sherm, that this is the most fantastic night of my life. Your cock doesn't hurt anymore inside me. In fact, it's beginning to feel more than a little wonderful. Do it to me, Sherm. Fuck me like you've never fucked a woman before. Make this first fuck for me a really memorable fuck."
He took long, driving strokes into the seething depths of her hot pussy now, alternating between fast, hard thrusts, and slow, gentle lunges.
"Ohhhhhhh... " she gasped. "It's beautiful... it's wonderfulllll... it's really fantastic!" she gasped. "Is this what it's like all the time? Is this the way it'll feel with every man? Don't hold back, Sherm. I want every last little bit of it inside me. I can feel you touching bottom in there."
"It's this way... uuunnnhhh... with me every time," he panted as he pumped his prick into her.
Outwardly he was bragging, but inwardly he was praying for her to reach her second climax in a hurry. He felt himself already teetering on the brink of his balls about to burst, but he made a truly valiant effort to keep his seething seed back because he wanted to make certain she got everything possible from this joint union of theirs. But damn! She sure as hell had better hurry. A man was able to hold out for just so long.
"Hhhhuuunnnggghhh! " she began panting breathlessly into his ear. "IIII... uunnhh... can feel it, Sherm. I can feel it. It's going to happen all over again inside me. Ohhhh... fuck... fuck... fuck... keep fucking... come on and shoot in my cunt... I know when I feel you emptying your balls into me I'm... aaannnhhh... going to peak all overrrrr... againnnn... "
"Hurrry... uuunnnhhh... come on, girl... hit the top... ggguuunnnggghhh... " he puffed, panting into the face of the impaled black girl beneath him. "I just haven't got the strength to hold my sperm back a moment longerrrrrrrr... HEEEEEERE ITTTT COMMMMMES... YOU TOOOO... SHOOT WITH ME BABYYY... OHHHHH SHIIIIIIT! I'M... YYAARR-GGGHHHH... BLASTING MY BALLS INTOOOOOO YOUR SNATCH! FEEEL ITTT!"
"Oh wow!" she panted. "Yes, yes, yes," she sobbed out loud. "ALLLLL OWERRRR... AANNGGHH... AGAINNNNNNN... YYAANNGGRRGGHHUUNNGGHH! " Heaven was invading her body. The lovely young Negress had no idea there was so much sheer bliss attached to sexual contact. No wonder men avidly chased women, and no wonder the women seemingly gave in so easily.
Herman felt her narrow vagina internally dilate as her pussylips puckered and began spasming violently, trying to squeeze every last drop of white nectar from the interior of the man's throbbing testicles. Herman had to admit the black woman was probably the finest female he had ever fucked. Hell! It had been years, literally, since he had felt his cock so squeezing and crushed by her palpitating vagina. He felt as if his penis had melted and had simply run into her tight cunt. Even the marrow in his bones seemed to melt into cream and seep from his penis into her body. Her greasy pussy hungrily sucked up everything his cock had to offer. It took all the man's strength to keep from collapsing his two-hundred and thirty pounds of cunt-whipped body on her frail feminine frame.
Chris felt only a delightfully delicious soreness inside her split sex center as the intruder, now considerably smaller, finally withdrew from her. God! It had been good, really good.
She lay back on the bed as Sherm Herman flopped beside her. He smiled at her, saying, "You're good. If you're like this now, when you were a virgin, how the hell are you gonna be when you really get a few cocks under your belt?"
"This is something I won't know until that time, Sherm."
"Why not think about what I told you," he said to her. "Much as I'd love to hog you all to myself, you'll line up one helluva lot more games if you come to some kind of an agreement with the other coaches. Too bad the ballplayers aren't men. Then you'd be able to shave points and make the scores look closer."
"But that'd be cheating."
"No one would ever know, and you and your girls'd make money."
CHAPTER THREE
Christine Jackson had no intention of using her body as a springboard for her girls. Sure, she made money when they made money. Her own pay was predicated on a percentage of what the girls took in during each game, but the idea of prostituting herself, especially to shave points, bothered her.
Good thing there were no male players on the opposition team. Otherwise she would be tempted, and she knew it. It might be better if she went back to being a full-time secretary for some honky lawyer rather than working for Office Temporaries during the day. Every time she met a new boss, he always tried making points with her.
For the next few evenings she trained with her girls, and on Monday evening, after a late-afternoon workout, her Eyeshadows played and beat the Lipsticks. True, it was a one point differential in the score, but it was enough to win. It was an even better game than Friday night, but because it was a week night, there were less people there to see it. However, the word that her team had finally won a game would be sure to get around.
For the next two nights her girls continued practicing, and in the late part of the day, after she was finished with office work, Chris went game-hunting.
If there was one man nicer than Sherm Herman, it was the Pakistani, Hamid Dimhi. Hamid was a short man, but a wiry one, and though he came from Pakistan, he played basketball with an amazing agility, able to out jump men six and seven inches taller than himself. He had jet black hair, combed straight back, olive skin, a large, almost bulbous nose, thin lips and a very rugged chin. He wore glasses most of the time, and he spoke in short, clipped sentences, as Peter Sellers might have done in THE PARTY. His eyes were always lively and dancing, and he had a solid body.
Hamid managed the Pancakes, the team in fifth place in the semi-pro league. His team was much better than it looked. Injuries had plagued them, keeping them from winning many of their games, otherwise they would be in the top three. Hamid, like Sherm Herman was a married man, but when he looked at Chris with his dancing black eyes, she was certain the thought of infidelity wouldn't have bothered him at all. In fact, he looked like the kind of man who might very sweetly and kindly deflower his own daughters had his wife not been so westernized.
Though Chris was thinking of going to Hamid and asking him for a game, she was surprised when he came up to her after her girls had run through a practice session, and said, "Christine, may I please have the pleasure of speaking with you?"
"Sure thing, Hamid," she told him. "While my girls are in the shower, suppose we talk here, in the arena. No one else is around. One good thing about standing in the middle of an arena, you can always see if someone is trying to spy on you."
"This is a good thing, since I hope you and I shall become fellow conspirators," Hamid said to her.
"Conspirators?" she asked. "In what shall we conspire?"
"In arranging a game between our two teams."
"I'm all for that," Chris nodded.
"Excellent. I have been speaking with our mutual friend, Sherman Herman. Sherman tells me of the wonderful agreement the two of you came to."
Two emotions were charging through Chris. First, she felt disappointment that Sherm had actually told someone. Second, she felt a charge of lust bubble up in her vagina. Hamid Dimhi was a handsome man, and the idea of sleeping with him was indeed very pleasing. Still, she didn't like to barter with her body.
"Come on, Hamid," she said to him. "Play fair. Don't use my body as a bargaining point for a game with my girls."
"Christine, you are a most beautiful woman," Hamid insisted. "Until recently it was all but impossible to convince you to agree to such a course of action. If I asked you to sleep with me with no inducements, such as the loss of a game, what would you tell me?"
"You know what, Hamid," she insisted. "You're married. I don't like helping married men cheat on their wives, because I wouldn't want my husband to cheat on me."
"Ah, but at the moment you are not married, nor are you contemplating matrimony," he pointed out. "You see, dear Christine, I have no choice. If I am to bed down with you, as I have wished to do for some time now, I need a little leverage. Therefore, if you are willing to make the same terms with me as you did with Sherman, we can play in this very arena in two nights."
Two nights. Her period would be ended by then, and she would be popping birth-control pills. Besides, with the Pancakes, the gate would be much higher than with the Lipsticks.
All fancy thoughts about not prostituting her body were suddenly swept away.
"All right, Hamid," she nodded. "But remember, there's the possibility my team will win, and if they do, then you don't get your hands on me.
"But of course not," Hamid said, and smiling, walked away.
So here she was, with another agreement on her hand. What was worse, the thought of being in bed with Hamid was making her vagina cream. His skin was so dark, he actually looked darker than many a white-skinned black man. He was so much more arousing to look at than Sherm Herman.
Shrugging, she walked back to the showers where her girls were finishing their ablutions, and she called them all together letting them know they had a game against the Pancakes, in two nights.
"I expect you to play your hearts out," she told them. "I don't want to see some of the goofs I saw tonight."
"Aw, c'mon," Rosy, a black-skinned six-foot-three-inch girl said. "Y'all know we all of us do our best, Chrissy."
"I know the whole group of you always busts my chops." Chris snapped. "It's time you became basketball players. Now I want you out there in two nights, whipping the bras off those Pancakes."
"We'll flatten 'em," Rosy insisted.
Two nights later, in spite of a valiant attempt by the Eyeshadows, the Pancakes flattened them 106 to 72. Chris had already taken her pill.
CHAPTER FOUR
Perhaps the worst thing about what was about to happen was that Christine Jackson wanted it to happen. Hamid, being a bit more polished than Sherm Herman, didn't take her to a motel. Rather he took her to an elegant private dining room in a restaurant. The room was small, surrounded with sound-proof paneling against the walls, and plush carpeting underfoot. She and Hamid sat at a small table for two, and at the opposite end of the room was the backless sofa with its head against the wall.
A waiter brought them menus, and they ate, but all the while Chris felt her pulses quickening. After the dessert, they relaxed and listened to soft music for awhile, then Hamid got up and locked the door. His turning the door lock automatically put up a Do Not Disturb sign on the door outside.
"Very well," Hamid said to her. "Shall we get to it?"
"I feel kind of funny about all this," Chris insisted, speaking in a very low voice.
"Soon you shall be feeling good," Hamid insisted.
Turning her head toward him, she saw the way he was looking at her spare body. She had put on a simple, blouse-style dress of tan, and she had nothing-no brassiere, no panties, nothing-underneath. Hamid was wearing a blue suit, and he was already removing the jacket. She was on her feet, letting him look his fill, and she was glorying in the feelings coursing through her. She wanted him to see more of her. Suddenly feeling very brazen, Chris undid the belt of her dress, unzipped it behind her, then slipped the right arm off, baring the fullness of her right breast as well. There was a hungering in her vagina that would not be denied, and when Hamid held out his hands to her, she all but fell into his arms, whispering his name.
"Christine," he softly whispered back to her, and after another moment had simply swept her into his arms. Before the beautiful mahogany lady was able to say anything, his hungering mouth was clamping tightly on hers, kissing her full lips. She opened them, parting them wide, allowing the Pakistani's searching tongue into her mouth, and the two young people-for Hamid was only in his late twenties-strained toward one another, their breath whistling through their noses.
Wow! Chris thought. He's hard already.
Yes, his cock was already stiff, and she quivered with expectation as she felt a growing living presence pushing into the softness of her lower belly. Hurriedly she groped with one hand, caressing the front of the man's pants, thrilling to the sensation of his swelling penis. She wanted it inside her. She wanted to be fucked again.
Neither of the two of them wanted to waste time with foreplay. He was hurriedly slipping her dress from her other shoulder, then pushing it down over her hips to reveal her beautiful chocolate body. He immediately bent his head and put his mouth to her black right nipple, sucking on it as she gasped out, "Ohhhhhh Hamid... Hamid... Hamid... I hate you for this because you're letting me know how much I need sex."
She was moaning softly, her lips against his neck. Then her own neck was arched back with pleasure as she felt his lips once again close around her erect nipple. His hand was already tenderly sliding down her trembling belly, heading for the V of her crotch. Shamelessly the lovely woman widened her stance, spreading her soft thighs a little so that the Pakistani would have easy access to her wanting, needing vagina. Another moment passed, and she was suddenly rewarded with the thrill of his middle finger sliding into the waiting depths of her pussy.
"Hungh!" she gasped out as the tip of his searching finger made contact with her delicate clitoris, teasing and tantalizing it, massaging it again and again. So much burning feeling was charging through her flaring body she was afraid her trembling legs might not be able to hold her up much longer. Oh Lord! Then his finger delved a little deeper, probing into the depths of her creaming vagina, and she remembered how alive she had felt with Sherm Herman. It was happening all over again, only this time she felt a physical attraction to the man, and as a result the feeling was even more powerful. He wiggled his finger around in her vagina. She came! She came with just a finger! It was a short, sharp, violent orgasm that brought her up on the tips of her toes. She was able to sense a gushing of heated fluids oozing through her body, seeping from the tightness of her squeezing pussy, dropping all over the Pakistani's hand, smearing hotly over the delicate insides of her trembling, quivering thighs.
"On the bed... please... on the bed... " was all the lovely Negress was able to gasp, her voice feeble, her brain spinning with heady passion.
Hamid immediately understood her, and picking up the lovely woman, he carried her sweet body to the bed and made her lie down full length on it. The well-built Chris was surprised at the strength in the compact little man. He had picked her up so smoothly, so effortlessly. Despite his slenderness he seemed to be made of steel.
The lovely woman lay back on the red-covered bed, her nakedness plain for his eyes to see, her full breasts bobbling up and down as she panted with desire. Her pubic curls, looking like brillo, feeling like down, were wet and fragrant with the juices running out of her vagina. She looked up at Hamid with a hungry yearning in her eyes, a lusting passion smokily veiling them, her long black thighs making squirming movements on the mattress.
Hamid stared down at the young woman, naked but for her stockings and shoes, his breath moving swiftly in and out of his lungs. Then he began to hurriedly undress, his shirt ending halfway across the room, thrown on the floor. He had some trouble with his pants because of the long peg on which they caught-a peg of solid flesh and blood.
Hardly daring to breathe, Chris watched him open his belt. He had to hesitate when pulling his zipper down, not wanting to catch his cock in it. The penis had slipped through the hole in his underwear and might easily have been mutilated. For a brief instant he turned around so the black girl was unable to see anything. Then he turned back, straightening up.
"My my!" the lovely girl gasped, staring at it. She had to admit, for such a short man, Hamid was constructed as long and as thick as Sherm Herman. The throbbing organ jutted out from beneath the hardness of his lean belly, a solidly huge, bloated rod, incongruous against the leanness of the man's muscular torso. At first glance, Chris was certain the cock was going to have as much difficulty fitting into her as Sherm Herman's penis.
Then the dark, handsome Pakistani was lying on the bed beside her, his stolidly solid body lying against her tender softness. Anxiously his hands touched her lovely breasts, kneading their warm resiliency, carefully prodding and massaging her throbbing nipples to pebble hardness. She was very much aware of his stone-like penis lying against her thigh like a heavy weight. She very timidly reached down to touch his pulsing penis, her slender fingers closing firmly around the heavily thick shaft. It throbbed even more strongly under her touch and seemed to swell even more.
"Ohhhhh yes, yes, that feels exceedingly good," Hamid gasped, panting as his hands tightened their hold on Chris's firm breasts.
"Unnnhh... rub them... " Chris gasped. "Rub my tits, man! Rub them really hard!" she moaned, surprised at the fact that she had suddenly become so direct.
"I shall do just that," Hamid agreed.
While the man continued handling and fondling her full ripe breasts, she began jerking and tugging on the length of his cock, her hand sliding eagerly and anxiously up and down the elongated length of his massive organ. Hamid gasped and groaned, burying his face between her breasts, his lips and tongue searching out her swollen nipples.
"Haaaaannnnnhhhhh... yessssss... suck them... suck them!" the lovely black woman panted, squeezing his penis so hard the man yelped and actually pulled himself back a moment.
"If you continue fondling me in so ferocious a manner," he told her. "I'll fire all over your body."
So Chris slowed down her anxiously eager stroking a little, her hand not gripping his penis quite so tight, and Hamid was once again able to concentrate on running his hands down over her belly until his fingers were prying into the narrowness of her tight, womanly purse. The lovely woman parted her pillarly black thighs, joyfully revealing the slash between to her new lover, and a few moments later she was trembling with lust and delight as Hamid began to finger and manipulate her erect clitoris. He was so anxious to massage it, he hurt her a little at first, but feeling her flinch, he dipped his moving finger a little lower into the tender wet pit of her vagina, and he began coating his finger with her slippery lubrication. Now when he began sliding his finger higher again, it glided very smoothly over the trembling nubbin that was her shuddering clitoris.
The hot woman writhed and moaned, squirming on the bed, one hand still tightly wrapped around the pulsating shaft of the man's gigantic penis. She clutched it tightly, thrilled by it, yet frightened a little by it, feeling nervous once again about having such a mammoth organ thrust into her body. Yet, her clamoring pussy yearned to be filled and she was determined to make it fit inside her no matter what the difficulty.
Hamid knew how big his penis was. This situation of being with a strange woman who was astonished at the size of his organ was nothing new to the man. When he had shoved a finger into her vagina while they had been standing, before, he had immediately realized how inwardly tight the shapely woman was. He knew it was up to him to open her up. Accordingly, he continued working with his finger on the lovely black girl's tender pink clitoris until she began squirming and wriggling uncontrollably on the bed. Sliding his finger down into her trembling slit, he worked it into the narrow depths of her vagina again, noticing that in spite of her tightness, her cunt was rapidly opening somewhat to his ministrations. He worked his throbbingly impaling finger in narrow little circles, around and around inside the heated slickness of her womanly channel, and in so doing began stretching the soft membranous walls. Chris gasped, loving the way his finger was working its way inside her. She writhed about in ecstasy, her hips squirming hungrily against his probing hand. She flinched a little when he slowly eased another finger into the tightness of her little nest. Her elastic vagina quickly adjusted to it, though.
Hamid was probing, fucking his two fingers into the sighing, moaning girl much more wildly now, testing the sweet resiliency of her tender vagina. Suddenly it seemed to flower open and he knew she was definitely ready. His fingers slithered from her soaked vagina, and he smeared her inner lips with as much of the pussy juice as possible.
"Now, my sweet little ebony pigeon," Hamid breathed. "Now we shall have such glory together." He scrambled between Chris's widespread thighs, while sitting back on his heels, his hand guiding the tip of his bloated penis toward her anxiously waiting cunt. Chris raised her head and looked down at where their loins were about to merge, and once again she wondered how she was going to contain such massive bloatedness. It was such an enormous object. How was it going to fit between her thighs?
"Be careful, Hamid," she whispered. "It's big, very, very big."
The Pakistani smiled a confident smile at the lovely black woman, saying, "Do not worry dear, sweet, Christine. I have done this many times before you know, and I promise you all I have given the women has been extreme pleasure."
Despite her anxiety, the tense young woman began to laugh a little, and some of the fright eased out of her shuddering body. But still, as she looked down at the thick length of the heavy tan shaft with the light-red top that was thrust between her thighs, resting against her vaginal lips, she was reminded of a steel wedge being used to split a log. When she had initially touched Hamid's unusually large penis, she had been startled at its solidity. Even though it was the same size as the behemoth between the thighs of Sherm Herman, it felt even stiffer and harder.
The Pakistani pressed the swollen head of his pulsating penis against the outer lips of the young woman's lovely pussy and he began working it up and down against her tender inner labia.
"Ummmmmmm... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... yessssssss... good!" Chris moaned, feeling thrilling pleasure as he began sliding the spongy tip of his penis up and down the seething length of her pulsating labia. She quivered, trembled with wicked delight, feeling it slide very softly over her tender clitoris and then glide almost effortlessly down to the entrance to her sweet vaginal byway. It felt good, very good, and with the passing moments, the lovely black woman began losing her fear. "Put it into me, Hamid," she finally gasped. "Please... please... fuck me!" she abruptly began to beg, and that was when she opened her thighs as far as possible, inviting the kneeling man to thrust into her with his ready phallic staff.
"All right dear lady," the Pakistani whispered softly to her, and leaning forward a little, began working his bloated instrument into the narrow opening of the eager woman's pussy.
Try as he might, the throbbing organ simply didn't fit. It had swelled and enlarged even more until it was even bigger than Sherm Herman's cock. It was so thick, it was pushing some of her outer flesh into her vaginal opening.
"Stop!" she shrieked. "Stop! Stop! Hamid, you are too big. You won't fit inside me. It won't work-this way. You're causing me pain."
"Have no fear, beautiful dark-skinned goddess," he said, soothing her fears. "Take it slow and we shall find another way, you shall see." Chris was amazed at the control the man had over himself. At this stage, Sherm Herman wouldn't have stopped for anything. He would have plunged ahead, and to hell with the consequences. Not so this man. At one point she had believed her life might be in danger from him, and yet she was totally unafraid now that he was lovingly reassuring her. He. tugged his swollen length of penile piston from the tender entranceway to her painfully stretched pussy.
She realized this was a very, very, gentle man. She wondered how so gentle a man had become involved in a rough sport like basketball. She was curious enough to want to ask him, but held her question in abeyance, staring at him with fascination. As Hamid gripped his throbbing cock and readied himself for yet another try at making love to her, he began spitting on his fingers until they were sodden with his saliva. Then he liberally coated his phallic lance from top to bottom with the sputum, making the staff shine and glisten.
"You see," he told her. "By mixing saliva with the natural juices that are emitted from your vagina, we make my staff very, very slippery."
"Yes, of course," Chris nodded.
Once more he braced himself between her lovely thighs, and again the lovely black girl felt his cock knocking at the door of her cunt. She tensed herself, expecting to feel the same bruising pressure as he pushed into her, but to her surprise, Hamid's throbbing cock slid right into her narrow pussy. She shuddered, her interior stretching effortlessly to take him... stretching, stretching, then stretching, some more. He was so thick she thought she ought to be splitting internally, but to her surprise her vagina took everything Hamid had to offer, and she was aware that she would even be able to handle another inch or two, if necessary. Ohhhhhhh... she was even more filled up than she had been with Sherm Herman's hard cock.
Mmmmmmmm!
"Now, we shall fuck!" Hamid insisted.
"Wait... wait... just a minute," she pleaded with him. "Just let me get used to the breadth of your cock."
"But certainly," he nodded assuringly, and he lowered his slender torso against her tender body, putting his arms around the sweet woman, his lips nuzzling at the side of her neck.
"Ohhhhhh Hamid!" she sighed, so thrillingly full of the Pakistani, enjoying it all, no longer afraid, and no longer hating him for making her agree to the same commitment she had agreed to with Sherm Herman. Now he slowly began sliding his hot cock in and out of the throbbing tightness of her seething pussy, making her cunt feel even more incredibly stuffed each time the organ powered forward. "More, Hamid!" she told him, whimpering, clinging tightly to the man, and right from the start the lovely young Negress knew she wasn't going to have any control over what was happening to her. Every nerve in her trembling young body began to shudderingly short-circuit as she felt the marvelous organ sliding back and forth, delightfully moving in and out of her womanly tunnel.
"Ohhhhhhh... dear heaven!" the beautiful girl began sighing and moaning. "I'mmmmm... oh... hhhaaannnhhh... " she gasped, wriggling, twisting and squirming with uncontrolled passion.
She found herself bucking more and more solidly against the man's steadily pounding prick, feeling the throbbing length of fleshy spear pounding all the more deeply into the sucking depths of her crushing pussy... moving even deeper than Sherm Herman's cock. Moments before she had been terrified of the thick length of penis, and now she was opening up even more, and she was unable to get enough of the organ inside her. All her interior seemed to be widely opening, welcoming Hamid into her, and she suddenly realized she was on the verge of an overpowering climax.
"You... uhhhhhh... know... " he gasped, looking down at her. "Ever since the First moment I saw you I wanted very much to make love to you... and now that it is happening... I'm afraid it will all end so soon... because I am already on the verge of reaching sexual fulfillment. I am most sorry, but I cannot contain myself, dear woman... I cannot hold myself back... "
"Go ahead!" the lovely black woman cried out to him. "I can feel myself on the verge of orgasm, too. We'll hit the top of the rainbow together. Come on, man... nowwwww... "
The beautiful female sensed the throbbing penis swelling to unbelievable proportions inside her. It enlarged and bloated, and then the man was bellowing, "HHHAAAIIIYYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAUUUWWW--AAAGGGHHHH!" He belched the sounds out of him, and an instant later she felt the burning wetness of his hot sperm gushing into the seething depths of her narrow pussy.
"EEEEYYYIIIAAARRRGGGHHHUUU-NNNGGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAARRR-GGGHHHAAAYYYAAAGGGHHHH! " she screeched back. Her own climax was touched off as the man's throbbing cock jerked and shuddered inside the depths of her vagina. Her legs lifted off the bed, straight into the air, thrust out stiff and trembling on either side of the man's plunging body. Their arms were wrapped tightly around one another, and Hamid was crushing the air out of the young woman's lungs, but for the moment she didn't even care. She writhed, twisted, and turned on the bed, thrusting her vaginal lips solidly against Hamid's pounding pelvis, feeling his hot seed gush into her, secure in the knowledge that as long as she took the contraceptive pill she had no worries. She sensed the seed pouring out of her, the overflow seeping over her cuntlips, onto her asscheeks, and then onto the bed. Her buttocks slipped in the slimy warmth of the pool forming beneath her. She wanted this to go on and on and on, wanted the sex to continue the rest of her life and the hell with basketball, but little by little she felt herself weakening as the orgasm receded, and she was no longer able to support the solid masculine body of the man from Pakistan.
"Haven't had... uuunnnhhh... a climax like that in a very long time," he told her. "Good heavens! I feel as if all of me had turned to liquid and had poured out of my penis."
The young woman gave a shaky, small laugh, feeling somewhat disappointed that it was all over so quickly. She wanted more. She told him as much.
"But of course," he assured her. "You shall have more, too. However, I shall need time to recuperate."
He got to his feet and closed the curtains that were hanging around the bed. Then he went to the little table to the left of the bed and picked up the telephone, saying, "Please send in a pot of coffee to private room twenty three."
After hanging up, he unlocked the door, then retired to the bed again. He lay next to Chris, and they listened as the door opened, and there was the sound of saucers and cups being put on the table, and then the door closed. Hamid went and locked the door again, and then the two of them sat and leisurely enjoyed two cups of coffee, each. After-ward, they relaxed on the bed with Hamid lying on top of the lovely Christine.
More than an hour passed, and finally Christine put a hand over Hamid's mouth, saying, "Let's talk another time," and slid her body gently out from underneath the Pakistani's body. He looked a little disappointed, afraid she might have changed her mind and might want to go back home. Instead, she merely smiled at him, then said, "Now it's my turn to be aggressive. Why not lie on your back and we'll see what I can do for you." His penis was very small, and the more she stared at it, the more uncertain she was of what was going to happen to it.
"Is something bothering you?" Hamid asked. "Well, I was just wondering if you think we really will be able to... well, you know... "
"Make love? I promised you I would be able to do so again, and indeed I will."
"Yes, but at the moment it's so small. I wanted to do something with it, but if it stays this tiny, there really isn't very much I'll be able to do."
"I can eventually stiffen it again," he assured her, amusedly flipping his loose penis from side to side limply from one thigh to the other. "Doesn't look like very much right now, does it?"
"Well I'd certainly like to try and do something about that," the lovely black-skinned girl insisted, once again trying to wrench control from the man. Now it was going to be her turn to do the seducing for a change. "You must simply lie there," she told him, moving so when she was kneeling, her face was near the man's throbbing loins. Reaching out, she took his listless penis in her hands, feeling how wet and slippery it still was, coated as it was with a mixture of their secretions. All that had really changed was its iron-cored hardness-to soft flexibility.
Chris suddenly realized she was perplexed. Now that she had taken charge, she didn't know what to do.
"Uhhhhh... tell me... what do I do to get it hard?" she asked, very anxious.
"Well, my dear, I am afraid you will have to use that pretty mouth of yours," the Pakistani replied, wondering if the woman would be willing to do it.
Do I dare do such a thing? Chris wondered.
She looked doubtfully down at the throbbing little limp shaft flopped like a dead fish in her hand. It was glistening with a mixture of their joint lubrication plus some cloying thicknesses of the man's semen, as well as clots of the stuff caught in the pubic hairs around the base. She remembered how Sherm Herman had gone down on her, and she recalled not only how much she enjoyed it, but remembered how much he seemed to enjoy doing it. How little a thing it would be to take this man's penis inside her mouth after all. It would be wonderful, especially if she were able to get it stiff enough to fit it into her vagina. Her seething pussy tightened with thrilled anticipation as she once again imagined that huge organ filling her internal self all over again.
"This is not something you have to do if you do not wish it," Hamid told her. "It is only necessary if you wish to make certain I will develop a long, strong erection."
That was all she had to hear. Now she wanted to suck it more than ever. She would not only be doing it for him, but for herself. She felt she owed herself that much. Her body was crying out for more satisfaction, and the only one able to give it to her now was this man. In order to please herself, she had to put her mouth on his throbbing cock, suck it inside, and make it swell to its full length.
Leaning down, the lovely black woman propped his limp penis up with her fingers as she brought her face close to his shuddering loins. Yes, he was as anxious for her to .do it, more anxious in fact, than she was. Her nostrils filled with the heated, musky scent of her own loins smeared all over his throbbing penis. For a moment it bothered her to think she would be sucking her own juices back into her mouth, then she remembered how much Sherm Herman had relished tasting it, and how much she had enjoyed kissing her secretions from his lips. Yes, yes, it seemed like such a good idea, the very perversity of it began to arouse and excite her. A wave of shameless lust charged through her shuddering body as she hastily sucked the end of the man's penis between her lips, without thinking.
"Ahhhhhh... yessssssss... that is right!" Hamid gasped, sighing as the novice fellatrice began sucking very quickly on the squiggly length of his shrunken organ. It was so small, all of it disappeared very easily inside the loving girl's clamped-together lips. It lay soft and passive on the flat of her licking tongue. She continued sucking, doing it without instruction, pulling intuitively on it, licking, slurping, even chewing a little, but nothing was happening in the beginning, and she pulled back, looking disappointedly at the tiny penis that seemingly refused to enlarge.
"It just doesn't seem to be getting any bigger," she pointed out, murmuring quietly.
"It takes a little time, my ebony dove," the man told her, his own voice a little shaky since he was somewhat thrilled by what she was doing. "However, do not stop doing it, now. I can tell you I am enjoying the sensations very much."
So the lovely woman continued sucking the throbbing, flaccid organ into the narrow confines of her tight mouth, pulling on it with her lips while licking it with her moving tongue. Even so, minutes passed and still nothing was happening. Her tongue and cheeks were beginning to tire from the strain, and then she got an idea.
Perhaps, she thought, if I kind of pull on it and stretch it out... and she tugged with her lips, drawing upward on Hamid's circumcised penis, stretching it, letting her lips slide back and forth on the miniature organ as her tongue continued licking the underside.
Yes, yes, that was the idea. That was starting to work and Chris became more and more excited. There seemed to be a slight thickening of the member, and then there was a slow stiffening as the rubbery shaft became less and less flexible. It began swelling, enlarging inside her mouth. Sort of like a long balloon that was filling with air, the penis extended itself in the tightness of her oral cave. She continued to suck and after awhile she was rewarded with a genuine mouthful of slowly extending penis.
"You... uhhhhh... must rub my testicles... ohhhh... too," Hamid instructed, suddenly panting out very hoarsely. Obediently, the lovely black woman reached down and cradled the wrinkled sac of her lover's testicles in the palm of her hand and she began massaging them gently. Almost immediately Hamid's penis gave another lurch inside her tightly, steadily sucking mouth. It was growing all right, getting a little larger with every passing second. All too soon she found it impossible to fit the full length of the throbbing organ in her mouth. In order to make him enjoy everything it was time for her to change what she was doing.
Pulling her head back, she stuck out her loving tongue and began hungrily licking the underside of Hamid's throbbing instrument, methodically lapping and sucking, cleaning the last of his semen from its thick base. The man was moaning and panting deliriously now, obviously thrilled and delighted by the way the beautiful black woman was eagerly continuing to mouth his aroused penis... aroused solely because of what she had done to it. She felt one of his hands fumbling along the underside of her own kneeling, trembling body, playing with her dangling breasts, pinching her ultra-sensitive nipples, and then he was reaching even lower, tugging her around a little, his hand sliding into the wet slickness between her trembling thighs. Knowing what Hamid wanted, Chris immediately parted her legs, and a few moments later his finger was buried inside the slick warmth of her already fucked vagina.
"Uuuuuummmmmmphhhhhhhhhh!" was all she was able to say, moaning in delight, twisting her lips against the continually invading manual digit.
"Oh my heavens!" the Pakistani gasped. "My penis is so hard it almost hurts." He was bouncing his buttocks on the bed, pushing the head of his organ against the entrance to her gullet. "You're vagina, dear lady, it is also delightfully wet. The time has come for the two of us to once again merge."
As he spoke, the man began sitting up. He was all set to roll the beautiful black Chris over and once again clamber between her lovely thighs, but this time she stopped him, lifting her mouth from his cock, saying, "No, Hamid. This time let me do the work while you lie there and simply enjoy everything."
Her voice had a tone of command in it that refused to be denied, so Hamid, always intelligent enough to know when not to argue with a woman, simply lay back, wearing a big smile on his face. Having brought Hamid's throbbingly long and thick penis back to life by her own oral initiative, the lovely black girl wanted to complete her conquest of this, her newest lover. "Now you just lie back," she insisted, urging and guiding his upper body farther back onto the mattress. Still kneeling beside him, the thrilled and excited Chris stared down at his lithe, youthful form, her eyes returning again and again to the immense phallic pole rearing up from the cradle of his loins. She wanted that cock inside her again, and she wanted it in a hurry. Just the sight of it drove her wild. Having had it fitted into her earlier, she was well aware she would be able to handle it. This time she was going to do the work, and she straddled it while on her knees, her hunger for it evident in her eyes as the mammoth erection stood straight up directly in front of her flat belly.
"Just what are you planning to do?" Hamid asked.
"This time," she whispered conspiratorially, "I'm going to fuck you!" The sound of the coarse words coming from her own lips thrilled her no end. Digging her knees into the mattress, she lifted her body higher, positioning her sweet pussy directly over the throbbing length of his cock, moving forward two inches while on her knees until the flaring tip was pressing very certainly between the curtains of her inner labia. Bending forward a little, she opened herself up with her other fingers, reaching down with her left hand and parting her tender vagina lips as wide as possible as she forced the huge tip of the muscularly fleshy staff inside the tightness of her narrow vaginal opening. The man's throbbing cock felt as impossibly huge as it had felt the first time it had entered her, and for a single doubting instant Chris was wondering how the thick organ had managed to fit inside her. Fortunately for her, her vaginal interior was still wet and slippery with the initial deposit of semen the man had left in her, and little by little his throbbing lance began easing into the depths of her panting, sucking, slurping young ebony body.
"Huuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh! Aaaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" the lovely Chris moaned as she continued very slowly lowering her rounded buttocks, impaling herself inch by delectable inch on the massive stake that was Hamid's pulsating cock. She continued lowering herself until, with a start, she realized, the full length was once again buried inside her. She remained kneeling there for a moment, taking a deep breath, and then she began practicing muscular contractions, squeezing, pulling, tightening, revolving her hips in tight little circles, feeling the massive organ jerk and twitch inside the depths of her vagina. "Ummmmmm... good... goooooood... s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o... gooooooooood... " she softly moaned, delirious with lust as the rounded tip thrust far up, way past her cervical opening. Almost totally over-come with passionate delight, Chris had to stop for a moment to take stock of herself and her strength, then very slowly she lifted her hips, looking down, watching the throbbing length of the man's pulsating penis gently easing out of her tender trap until only the fluted head was still lodged inside her. She remained that way for a moment, as if suspended in time, staring straight down, admiring the contrast between her chocolate thighs and his white staff-whitened as if a layer of outer skin had been scraped away by her tightness. She smiled, knowing full well what she was going to do to herself. Sighing, gasping, almost whimpering and crying, she let her hips slowly go down again, once more easing the throbbing head of his pulsating penis all the way inside her tense belly.
"Aaaaaannnnnhhhhhhhh!" she gasped and moaned as once again she felt herself thrillingly filled with the impossibly thick and mammoth organ attached to Hamid Dimhi. She ground her lovely hips down solidly against the man's pulsating loins, anxious to fill herself with every last inch of him, then lifted herself up slowly, took a deep breath while hesitating, and then once again pounded her vagina full of rampant cock-flesh.
"Ohhhhhhhh gooood L-o-o-o-orrrrd!" Hamid panted and shuddered, now starting to thrust his hips straight up to meet the softness of her sucking cunt, letting his groin slam against her tender vaginal lips. He took the moaning woman's dark hips in the grip of his powerful hands-hands, each capable of holding a basketball upside-down by itself-he began guiding her wild lunges above him, forcing her to move up and down all the more quickly, making her body speed as if out of control until his penis was charging in and out of her bobbing pussy with maddening speed. He looked straight up, into the face of the beautiful black Chris, his hungrily anxious and eager eyes taking in the way she was responding to the constantly solid thrusts of his driving cock. He let his gaze fall hungrily on the jutting sweep of her bouncing breasts as the paps continued to dance and bobble and jounce almost crazily in time to the wild gyrations she was performing, the swollen black nipples swinging in little half-circles again and again. Chris's black eyes were hot and burning with arousal and excitement as she continued eagerly fucking herself up and down on the man's upthrust member. Her teeth were tightly gripping her lower lip and chewing on it, and her lovely head with its short afro was thrown back a little as she concentrated on the fleshy organ slithering in and out of her well-filled vagina. The male basketball coach was well aware of her taut, young black buttocks squeezing solidly around the upthrust pike of his pulsating cock and crushing his sperm-swollen testicles every time she slammed her luscious hips down against his body. Heatedly slick cunt-flesh gripped and nibbled at the man's near-bursting penis, and he was more than slightly aware that the lovely woman's wild gyrations were going to make him peak very shortly.
Fortunately for Chris, she was also hanging on the edge of an orgasm. Hamid looked at the way her stomach muscles were laddering in and out, sucking in suddenly and then staying that way as she abruptly stopped moving, a look of stunned astonishment on her face as she realized it was going to happen all over again.
"Sweet Jesus!" she gasped, her voice a thick murmur in the room. "I... uhhhhhhh... don't believe it... I'm... uhhhhhh... going to climax again." The lovely girl's dark features suddenly twisted with intense pain and passion, and with a little preparatory quiver, she totally abandoned herself to her orgasm.
"AAAAYYYAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGG-HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHOHHHAAAUUU-NNNGGGHHHAAARRRRGGGGHHH! " she shrieked as she slammed her hips down solidly and frantically, ramming the man's bone-solid penile organ into the depths of her tightly convulsing cunt. Her squeezing vagina throbbed and thrilled, making her realize how much she needed such a huge presence within her to quiet the uncontrollably wild need now racing out of control throughout the entire length of her helplessly climaxing body. Again and again she lifted her cunt and rammed it down against the solid length of the Pakistani's cock, trying her best to work it even deeper inside her.
Hamid was unable to hold out after such a squeezing pressure on his throbbing cock. He was well aware of the beautiful Chris's vaginal muscles tugging and jerking at his already pulsating penis, and the last of his inner self-restraint totally vanished, as the first heated boiling rush of what was left of his seminal fluid blasted from the depths of his swollen testicles.
"AAARRRGGGHHHAAAUUUWWW AAAGGGHHH... HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHH... GGGHHHAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH! " he yelled as he began pumping burning jets of splashing semen into the tightness of Chris's lovely body. The black woman hunched her body for-ward, her face half-vacant, half-intent as she tried to suck up every drop of her lover's heavy sperm. Thick streams of their combined orgasmic fluids gushed out of the tightness where their genitals ground together. The man's back was arched up off the bed as he desperately thrust into the gripping tightness of the lovely young woman's cunt. His harsh gasps intermingled with the sharp, high-pitched whimpers she was emitting in a melody of lust, and his strong fingers sank into the velvet of her flesh, pulling her down tightly against his spasming loins.
Finally the Pakistani fell back with a soft moan, his testicles vacuumed dry by the lovely woman's hungrily sucking cunt. She continued pressing down with her pussy, rubbing her hairs against his pubic bone for a few minutes as his penis softened inside her well-fucked vagina, but bit by bit she ran out of energy until at last she collapsed and fell for-ward onto his chest. Her arms snaked around his neck and the two of them hugged one another very tightly.
"Well, Christine," he said to her. "Now aren't you sorry you didn't agree to make love with me much sooner?"
"You're still a married man," she replied. "I'm only doing this as a condition because I lost the game. I'm still looking for games, and I suppose if this is the only way I can get them, then this is what I'll have to do... at least until my girls begin to play well enough to win so that they draw enough crowds at other arenas aside from our home court."
"You are a foolish girl," Hamid told her. "You should enjoy love for its own sake. Does it matter if the man is married? What matters is the kind of pleasure the man is able to give to you."
"The bet's been paid off, Hamid. Whenever you feel you'd like your team to play mine again, let me know."
"It shall be in the not-too-distant-future," he assured her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"It's like this, Miss Jackson," the head of the arena was telling her. "Even though your team has been bringing in a bit more money lately, each time I rent the arena to you I feel I'm losing money because there are men's leagues that wish to play here and can offer me more money."
"How can they offer you more?" Chris asked the short, bald man.
"They draw much bigger crowds than you do," he told her. "So I get the same share of the take, but it's a much bigger take."
"If I can guarantee you a full house," she asked, "will you let us keep the arena at least two nights a week?"
"Sure."
"With the right to practice as much as we want during the day?"
"If you can do that, fine. But I don't see how you're going to guarantee it."
"Most of the men's teams play during the week," Chris said to him. "The men like their weekends free. Give us Friday and Saturday nights from now on, and let us practice as much as we can during the week before the men take the court for their own games."
"If I don't see a full house next Friday night," he told her, "I'm going to have to give the court to the men full time."
"Fine," Chris nodded, knowing what she was going to have to do.
Walter Boland was the coach for the Tweezers, the top team in the semipro girls' league. Walter Boland was a slob. He was handsome enough, he was even single, and he was Cuban on his mother's side, but he treated everyone in the world as if they were Fidel Castro. He had even less respect for women, except for his mother, of course, who was a saint. But Walter Boland had a magic touch. He was able to inspire his women's team as no other manager was able, and as a result the Tweezers were solidly in first place. A first place team playing in the Eyeshadows' home arena would guarantee a full house.
Boland was a perennial student, even at the age of thirty. He still went to college and took a few courses during the day, going to school on the GI bill, collecting money as if he were going full time, using it, plus the money he earned as a basketball coach to make ends more than meet.
Chris went to see Boland at his apartment. It was a small apartment in a rundown building. Boland was surprised to see her at his front door, but he let her in nonetheless. He led her down a long hallway directly into the large living room with a kitchenette in the corner. In the other corner of the living room was his ratty looking sofa, and a door-way straight ahead led to his bathroom and bedroom.
Boland, himself, was five-feet-eleven inches tall, and didn't really look like a basketball player. Yet he seemed to know all there was to know about the game. For instance, he knew all the different kinds of trick dribbles, and he was proud that even though others saw his girls perform them, they were never quite able to perform them, themselves. He had a face that looked like the cartoon character, Oil-Can Harry, in a Mighty Mouse cartoon. Even his nose was round and red, and he had that slick mustache that made you think he would ask for the rent at any moment or throw you out on your ear. He was wearing his dressing gown, and from the deodorant soap smell of him he had just finished taking a shower.
"Well, well, well," he snapped. "What can I do for the girl whose team will never get out of last place?"
"You can let us play against your team," she insisted.
"Now why the hell should I do that?" he asked. "I have a tough enough time getting free time while playing against the other six teams in the league. You know damn well your team doesn't even belong in this league."
"Maybe, maybe not, but we're about to lose our arena unless I can guarantee a full house on Friday and Saturday night. You know how much coaching a team means to you. Well it means the same to me. I need help, and Walter, you're the one man I need to help me."
"Look, Chris, I feel sorry for you, but there isn't a thing I can do. Even if my team played yours, they'd cream you, the score wouldn't even be close."
"It might be, if you convinced your girls to make it look like a closer game. You have that uncanny ability to make your girls slow down and make the other team look good even while beating them. The only reason you do it is because your team never loses a game."
"I'll be honest with you," Boland told her.
"The other coaches slip me a couple of dollars now and again to do it. You can't afford that, and you know it."
"But I can give you something none of the other coaches can give," Chris insisted. "Now if we can come to an agreement, well then, maybe I'll be able to give you a sample."
Chris noticed the swelling in his groin under his robe as his penis began to throb very quickly. Walter Boland was many things, but he was not mentally slow.
"You know," he told her, his throat suddenly going dry, "I can get that from a lot of my own girls."
"Can you?" she asked. "Well, maybe you can get some sex from them, but Walter, you just can't get me."
"Yeah, but... "
He hesitated as she unbuttoned the front of her brown suit jacket she was wearing under her woolen coat. She let both, the coat and the jacket fall to the floor and she hurriedly peeled off her skirt, then slid off her blouse. Now all she had on were her stockings, her panties, and her brassiere.
"Let's play a game, Walter," she said. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
She removed her panties and her brassiere, standing there with her black nylons on, held up by a skimpy garter belt. She saw him gape, and his adam's apple began bobbing up and down her tawny ebony flesh, taking in the size of her huge breasts and her flawlessly dark skin. His eyes continued wildly sweeping over her lush body, stopping as he looked at the dark hedge of her pelvic mound.
"There really isn't much more to show, Walter," she told him, sitting on the sofa, lifting one leg, and unhooking her stocking, then rolling it down, making certain he got a good glimpse of the pink slash between her thighs. She did the same with the other leg, then totally naked, leaped to her feet, hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward, letting him see the ebony curls covering her lovely pelvis. Chris realized she had been taking a chance doing this. There was always the possibility Walter would not have been interested, and he would have laughed at her. But no! Her gamble had paid off. The lovely Negress looked deep into the half-Cuban's twinkling eyes, rotating her hips and keeping her pelvis thrust forward, letting him see the rich pinkness underneath.
"That," he finally admitted, "is one helluva gorgeous cunt. Tell me, does it do more than pose?"
"Well I'm glad you like it, Walter," she said to him, smiling. "Yes, it does more than pose."
"You black bitch! You know damn well anyone in the world would love to play with a tight box like that. Yeah, I sure like it, all right," he nodded, his voice no longer mocking, his haughtiness blown away by the delightfully sexy black woman who looked so deliciously fuckable. There was a lot more to Christine Jackson than he had supposed.
As he stared, he saw the juices running in the lovely girl's seething pussy, and he had to admit he admired the size and shape of her lovely breasts, as well. None of the girls on his team had large breasts. Breasts got in the way when playing basketball, so he had always insisted on accepting only tall, slender, small-breasted women on his team. The lust shining in her shimmering panther-like body was becoming overpowering, and Chris knew she had to speak now, or forever lose the edge she had over this man.
"Would you like to play with my pussy, Walter?" she asked. Had her skin been paler, the blush of blood rushing to her cheeks would have been evident.
Walter hesitated. He damn well wanted to play with her, but wanted to make sure she wasn't going to blackmail him, afterward. He walked closer to her and with his feet examined the clothing she had thrown on the floor. No hidden microphones. Good! He was starting to regain some of his old cockiness. He looked at the slope of her ebony shoulders, at the way her hair remained up in a small afro, but mostly he looked and saw how tightly her vaginal lips were clamped together, as if to let him know she was not a female who allowed herself to be used indiscriminately. Her body was a magnet pulling him toward her, and he found it impossible to refuse her.
"My dealings with all the other coaches are kept on the quiet," he told her. "I expect that what happens between the two of us will also be kept quiet."
"Do we have a game, Walter?"
"Well I was planning to relax this Friday."
"Fine. I'll just get my clothes together and leave... "
"No... wait! Okay!" he snapped. "We have a game. The girls won't like it, especially when I tell them they're gonna have to make your girls look good, but what the hell! We have a game. But you'll keep your mouth shut, huh."
"Do I look like a fool?" she asked. "I'm not, you know," she told him, shaking her head, the movement causing her heavy jugs to jiggle from side to side.
"Okay," he told her. "Let's you and I go into the bedroom," he insisted, panting heavily, walking toward her with a slight swagger, trying to regain control of the situation between them.
"Sure, lover!" she nodded, letting her round, naked shoulders shrug a little. Nakedly, she accompanied him through the doorway into the bedroom. He had the shades drawn and it was dark inside.
"Want some light?" he asked.
"Sure, lover," she replied, "Let's both of us look at the quality of the goods we're gonna enjoy.
Walter snapped on the lamp by his large double bed, and the girl sat on the edge, feeling goose bumps all over her flesh. She ought to have been used to all this by now, but the plain truth was, she wasn't. She supposed this was a feeling to which she would never become accustomed. She noticed the big bulge under Walter's robe, and reaching out, she tugged the material aside very quickly, anxious to see what it was the man possessed.
His stiff cock instantly jumped out toward her, and she had to admit it was a fairly formidable weapon. It lacked the length and breadth of the two men she had previously enjoyed, but it was big enough, and just barely avoided hitting her in the face as she leaned forward to see the bright red tip with the shiny white knob. She knew Walter would be expecting her to comment on his penis, so she gasped as if it were the largest one she had ever seen. Actually, it was considerably longer than she had expected it to be. For some reason she had sincerely believed the penis would be considerably smaller.
"Now how do we handle this?" Boland asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"D'ya want an old-fashioned fucking, or should we indulge in some fancy sucking today?"
He casually reached forward and gripped her cheeks between his hands, seeing the red tip of his penis mere inches from her lips. Chris, smelling his masculine musk, began trembling with excitement.
"Well," she said to him, "Whatever you feel will make you happy. Would you like me to lay back and let you fit that lovely cock of yours inside my cunt? I mean, it is pretty big," she lied, "and we don't even know if it'll fit inside me."
Walter laughed out loud, still holding her cheeks. Aloud, he said, "It'll fit, honey. You believe me, it'll fit. But I'm really not in the mood for simple fucking today. I expect you'll be wanting to play more than one game with my team, and I can always fuck you another time."
The young black woman pretended to look disappointed. Walter smiled and hastened to reassure her. "Don't you worry your pretty black head about it," Walter told her. "There're lots of things we can do aside from actual fucking. It's just that I fuck so many of the girls on my team, and they don't go in for any of the fancier things. If you have any hangups, you tell me right now."
"No hangups," the lovely Chris insisted.
The beautiful Negress didn't want to let on that this was only her third sexual encounter. Sure she knew about things other than fucking, but at the moment she had no idea just how far Boland wanted to go. She actually was aching to find out how he intended climaxing if not in her pussy. After all, even though she had sucked Hamid Dimhi's penis to hardness, he had insisted on pushing it into her cunt before peaking.
Walter Boland tugged off his dressing gown, displaying himself to the lovely black woman, expecting her to all but faint with excitement at the sight of his naked self. He was lean and wiry, but he did have muscles. Chris decided to make him happy by giving him a loud, "Oooooooh!" She stared at the long prick and the wrinkled hairy sac containing his nuts that dangled, below. Walter Boland had nothing that might be termed out-standing, but in Chris's eyes he was adequately constructed.
"You just leave everything to old Walt," he told her.
That was when she realized that whatever he intended doing, it was nothing of which she should be afraid.
He kneeled between her widespread chocolate thighs, his own knees on the floor as he tugged her ass closer to the edge of the bed. He tossed her legs over his shoulders almost casually, as if he had done this so many times before, and then he leaned across her pelvis and across the flatness of her belly and sucked on of her large black nipples into his greedily hungry mouth.
It was a big nipple, all right. It was thick, spongy and tasty, and he chewed on it again and again.
"Ummmmm!" the beautiful girl began whimpering, thrilling to the exquisite bolt of pleasure the man's sucking lips were triggering in her body as he sucked her nipples. If he wasn't a paragon of excellence when it came to sex, at least he wasn't mediocre, and that was just as important.
The lovely woman pressed the half-Cuban all the tighter to her bosom, locking her fingers behind his head and continually drawing him toward her. Walter continued sucking her pulsing nipple with a rapid series of lashing tongue swipes, sending even greater waves of delicious pleasure spasming through the burning charcoal woman.
The lovely Chris groaned and shuddered as marvelous sensations automatically charged through her two breasts and then cascaded through her body into the juicy depths of her vagina. Her clitoris was already extended and throbbing heavily because of each swipe of Walter's tongue. His hands were busy in the meanwhile, caressing her and tweaking one of her nipples.
"Um! IIIIIII... love it... " she gasped, sobbing a little with passionate arousal. Ohhhhhhhhh Walt err rrr... it's s-o-o-o-o-o good!"
The half-Cuban stopped sucking her nipple and tweaking the other nipple for a moment and he smiled at the writhing, gasping chocolate fox beneath him. Then he leaned his head down and kissed both of her hot breasts very tenderly, after-? which he kissed his way down her belly, into her lint-covered pelvis, moving his mouth toward her cunt.
Hamid hadn't kissed her vagina, and Chris began to realize just how much she missed having it done to her. She was gasping and shuddering, and Walter was assuming her reactions were due solely to his ministrations rather than to thoughts of things that had happened to her in the past.
"I don't know if anyone has ever licked your split before," he told her, "but you just hold on tight and I'll give you a thrill the like of which you've never had before." He was panting huskily into the depths of her pretty pink pussy as he breathed all over it.
The excited and aroused woman merely kept her mouth shut at this point since words were superfluous. She watched the man lick with his tongue through her hedged pelvis, titillating her flesh, but never quite lapping at her pussy. At the same time he reached up and massaged her breasts squeezing their boulder-like shapes in time to the way he was lapping, keeping the seething contractions coursing through her as he slowly tongue-traveled his way over her pelvis and down to her the pink lips just below her vaginal fur.
"Ohhhhh myyyyyy... yesssssss!" she hissed, sighing, delicious thrills running through her seething breasts.
The heat of his burning breath on her aroused clitoris was another thrilling turn-on. The lovely black woman groaned and pressed her body up-ward, mashing her breasts into Walter's clutching hands as he continued blowing on her tiny, uplifted clitoral pearl. The thrilling flashes of delightful joy were flaming through her sopping pussy, searing her womanly cave in time to the throbs of lust continually snapping through her swollenly heaving breasts and it was all the lovely black woman was able to do to keep from climaxing then and there. She had to hold back a little, if only to keep Walter from thinking how masterful he was over her. It was one thing to make him think he was a great lover, but it was something else for him to think he was so great he wanted to gain complete control of her.
The man was good. There was no doubt of that. He did possess an innate talent for making women happy. She knew full well the best was yet to come, and she wanted her climax to really be something fantastic, so she fought off the building orgasm in her quivering body, knowing the longer she did hold it off, the better it would feel when she finally did peak.
Walter's slurping tongue slipped deep into the depths of her honeyed vagina. There was no question as to the man's experience as he clamped his fingers tightly over the lovely woman's black, extended nipples, squeezing them and crushing them at the same instant he lanced is rough tongue into the seethingly heated, juicy depths of her flaming vaginal canal, making her tingling clitoris swell and grow and even larger because of his lingual digital effort.
"Aaaaahhhhuuuunnngggghhhh!" she gasped, with thrilled passion oozing from every pore.
The delightful black woman bounced her buttocks up and down as a small orgasm finally fired its way through her. Small sprays of cunt juice burst out of her, all over Walter Boland's face. She squealed and writhed, humping her seething vaginal orifice solidly against the man's anxiously licking tongue as he wrung still greater spasms of lust from the depths of her contracting vagina.
"AAAAIIIYYYYAAARRRGGGHHHU! " she gasped, working her buttocks in a maddening circle as a continuing series of wild gurgles and gasps came shooting from her in yelps that seemed to keep rhythmic pace with her climax.
The youth tongued from side to side within the depths of her inner labia, and when he rubbed the flat of his tongue against her clitoris again, he caused the lovely woman to moan even louder. With each passing second Chris was gaining more and more respect for Walter as a lover. Her hands reached down and gripped his wavy brown hair and she tugged on it as she slammed her vagina against his mouth until he had sucked all the delightful, flowing juices from her spasming pussy and only a shimmer of colorless vaginal oil remained smeared on his upper lip, in addition to the wetness on her own vaginal labia.
"Ohhhhhh man!" the lovely negress moaned almost reverently as the man finally tugged his lips away from her spent vagina. He lapped pussy almost as well as Sherm Herman. It was one helluva thing to be able to get off that way. Walter had made her climax so long and hard it seemed she had been blasting right through the ceiling.
Panting, she closed her eyes and rested for a few moments. When she finally opened her eyes, she stared with a certain intensity at Walter who was hovering over her, smiling as if he seemed to know everything she was feeling. She was well aware it was her turn to do something for him, but she had to pretend to a certain naivete, as if letting him lead her on. Men always got such a big kick when they thought they were teaching something new to a woman. His big, stiff cock was still as arousing as ever, and she had an idea how she would be expected to make it spit its creamy contents.
"Well, what now?" she asked.
"Now it's my turn to enjoy myself a little," he told her. "We begin by you reaching down and grabbing hold of my cock."
Shrugging, she reached down and took a firm grip on the kneeling man's thick penis. It was hot, all right. It was the hottest of the three cocks she had known so far. Walter groaned with pleasure as she gripped it. She noticed this was one penis that wasn't circumcised, and it had a collar of flesh around the head, much like the penises of her brothers. She stroked the throbbing length of it up and down, up and down, and gradually became used to seeing the red tip thrust itself out of the collar on the downstroke, and then hood itself each time she stroked up. The woman was feeling aroused all over again, and wondered if Walter, like the other two men, was capable of making her climax twice. She still ached to shove the throbbing piece of masculine meat into her vaginal tunnel.
"Uuuuuumpphhh! " Walter gasped. His voice was a soft groan as he warned, "Don't pump it anymore, honey... if you do... I'll unnnhhh... shoot all over the place."
Feeling a warning flex in his throbbing penis, Chris stopped just in time. She was aware of the huge penis jumping in her hand and there was more than a little something in the urgency of Walter's cracking voice that told her he was only a few strokes away from firing his seed all over the bed.
"Well," she asked, still pretending naivete, "just what am I supposed to do now, since you said you don't want to fuck me?" Her voice quavered a little.
"You sound like you're pretty new at this," Walter snapped.
"I am," she told him. "Two weeks ago I was still virgin."
"Wow! Practically unused, eh."
"You got it, you spic honky."
The man got to his feet and had her sit on the edge of the bed. He made her sit all the way forward, his cock bouncing and throbbing to a halt mere inches from the pucker of her naturally thick lips. He stepped as close to her as possible, letting the tip of his prick brush her warm lips.
"Open that gorgeous mouth of yours, honey," he told her. "You're gonna suck me off. Believe me, it's something you'll really love. I wish the hell I was able to get the girls on my team to do this more often. Believe me, if you can make me happy with that mouth of yours, I'll play at least one game a month with your team."
So poor Walter didn't get his cock sucked every time he wanted it. That was nice to know, because after the way she had sucked on the monstrous dork protruding from between Hamid Dimhi's thighs, she was certain she'd be able to handle this one with ease. It was thinner than Hamid's, and so it would be easy to actually fit it into her throat. Still, she had to act reluctant, as if this was going to be the first time she was involved in cocksucking, and when he pressed his hands on the back of her head, pulling her face forward, she acted as if she didn't want to do it.
"I thinkggggmmmffff!" she gagged with surprise as Walter hunched forward very suddenly, his slender prick pushing past her open lips and into her mouth.
His swollen knob of penile flesh tasted very bland compared to that of Hamid. What the hell! There were some women who made their living sucking cocks and they loved it. Chris decided she would be able to withstand the assault of Walter Boland's bland penis very easily. She clamped her lips tightly around the searing cock tip as it rested in her heatedly wet mouth, pretending she had no idea what to do next.
"Lick !!!" Walter commanded.
So she began licking his huge cock, smiling to herself, deciding to buffet the head of his penis with her tongue as he had done to her clitoris. All this did was make Walter moan with thrilled delight and the young Negress knew she had the knack for making men happy with her own mouth. She swirled her tongue faster and faster, basting the jerking phallic spear with her warm spit, sensing the tugging fingers of Walter Boland in her hair. She moved as his fingers instructed, letting her mouth slide further and further onto his steaming cock. Her tongue wound around the staff again and again, her lips pulling and slurping, her head bobbing slightly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Walter gasped. "You got the beat, baby. Just keep on sucking me with those lovely lips while you use your tongue on me, as well. Whatever you do, use those sensuous lips of yours to cover your teeth."
That son of a bitch! Even if she was pretending to be naive he didn't have to instruct her to be careful with her teeth. She would show him. She increased and intensified her sucking, but at the same time she ground her teeth ever so lightly against his flesh as if to let him know it pleased her to bite his cock a little.
"Ohhhh... yyyeeeaaahhhh!" Walter Boland gasped.
Inwardly smiling to herself, pretending that he had brought about a great revelation to her when he had taught her to suck his cock, Chris began bobbing her lovely head back and forth very rapidly, keeping her lips tightly wrapped around his throbbing male organ as it pushed against her gullet and then retreated, pushed then retreated. She continued swirling her tongue around his throbbing shaft, causing his cock to jump and twitch in her grasp.
"Chrissy! Ohhhhh Chrisssy!" Walter gasped excitedly. "This man is gonna shoot his entire wad down that lovely, exciting throat of yours. Use your hands to cup my balls, honey. You can feel 'em tighten as I blast off! Suck me! Suck me! Suck me until I fire a great load of cum down your throat."
Heat was building in her loins as she realized the probing of the penis against the rear of her tongue, when it tried reaching into her throat, was building all kinds of throbbing sensations her. She was going to climax, all right, but it was due to the way she was sucking his cock. So even though the man was unaware of it, he was going to bring her to a second apex. She enjoyed the sight of Walter Boland coming unglued as she continued sucking his swollen cock. Her hand squeezed and rubbed his testicles, and she bobbed her head faster and faster up and down his throbbing penis, always taking the time to suck the head of his cock solidly on the upstroke, licking around and around the smooth surface, feeling it swell to the bursting point. She held the man's hot testicles tighter, enjoying the feeling of their convulsing contractions inside their hairy sac.
"EEEEE YYY AAIIIGGGGHHHHHNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHAAAAGGGHHH... MAAA-DRE MIIIIIAAA... AAAAIIIYYYAAAAA-IIIIAAAAGGGHHHH!" he bellowed, shouting with joy, his testicles nearly exploding as his penis gave one shuddering twitch after another. The creamy sperm literally exploded into the lovely black woman's sucking mouth.
Not knowing what to do at that point, afraid of letting his cream seep out from between her lips for fear he would be insulted, Chris swallowed. His spurting juices had a sour taste to them, but it didn't keep her from continuing to drink the fluid until she had just emptied his balls. She sucked continually, until his penis shrank to near-nothingness, and at the same time trembled herself as her own orgasm finally overtook her, the spur-ting semen against her tonsils setting her off.
"UUURRRGGGMMMPPPHHHLLMM!" she gagged, and she swallowed the rest of his fluid.
"Baby, your girls have definitely got a game," he told her.
CHAPTER SIX
The game was a rousing success, and even though Chris's team lost, the score was not as lop-sided as everyone expected it would be. The arena had been jammed to capacity, which pleased the owner mightily, and he told Chris if she was able to line up games like that all the time, she would have the use of the arena anytime she wanted.
Having given Walter his jollies ahead of them, she wasn't expected to put out again because she lost. It was agreed, however, before he left with the Tweezers, that he would confer with her in a month's time for another game. Although nothing was said in the presence of the two teams, both Walter and Chris knew a conference between the two of them meant he intended balling her either the regular way or in her mouth. Fellatio was definitely not a bad way to please a man, and Chris, who was becoming more and more used to being with men, found herself enjoying it more and more, not even caring who the men were.
The Lipsticks and the Pancakes were the only teams available for the next night, Saturday night, and Chris knew neither team would fill the arena. Finally she got the bright idea of having a double-header basketball game with her girls playing each of the two teams. This once again filled the arena, since the fans were getting two games for the price of one. Naturally, Chris's team lost both games, the second game by a whopping big score, too.
Both Hamid Dimhi and Sherm Herman decided they were willing to share her rather than make her work out her loss on them individually. Since it was Herman's idea, the three of them went back to the motel where she had lost her virginity to Herman.
Sherm Herman had brought a bottle, but Hamid said his religion forbade his drinking, and Chris wasn't in the mood to drink, anyway. She actually found herself looking forward to this session with the two biggest cocks she knew, though considering that Walter Boland was the only other cock she knew, that wasn't saying very much.
Sherm Herman took a drink, and Hamid smoked a small black cigarette and by that time Her-man was undressed. He was standing nakedly by the bed, his erect cock huge and looking even larger than it had looked the first time she had been with him. He walked over to Chris with a smile on his face and he tugged her blouse out from the blue slacks she was wearing. As he unbuttoned her shirt and helped her off with it, Hamid began undressing. Herman started rubbing her breasts as Hamid finished removing his clothing, his own gigantic cock springing upright to a hard, throbbing life.
Chris stood perfectly still, not moving as Her-man slid her blue slacks all the way down her thighs. She stepped out of them easily enough, beginning to get over feeling embarrassed when naked and in the presence of other men. It was obvious Herman was going to take charge of this operation, which was fine with Hamid, who was never really the domineering type, anyway.
Herman stepped a little closer to Chris, and she was already able to feel the heat coming from his body. He reached out to her and wrapped his arms around her very lightly, caressing her while Hamid did the same thing to the lovely black woman from the rear. Chris was able to feel the heads of two penises simultaneously nudging her. Instinctively, she reached down with her right hand and began caressing Herman's balls.
The two penises were immense, and she had to admit, even seeing them together it was difficult to determine which was the larger of the two. Hamid, behind her, was reaching around in front and playing with her large breasts, his cock rubbing against her ass, while Herman pushed his hand gently between their bodies so he was able to gently tease and tantalize the lovely lady's pussy, running a finger up and down inside her seething slash.
Because she was looking at Herman, the idea of feeling his throbbing penis inside her excited the lovely black girl, and for the moment she completely forgot about Hamid. When she began breathing heavily, Herman stepped away and very gently made her lie down on the bed. He and Hamid took one volleyball-sized breast apiece, sucking and rubbing. The woman began arching her shuddering spine upward as she began sighing and gasping.
Chris quivered as she felt teeth biting into her nipples. Herman's hand went down over her trembling belly to her downy soft pubic hairs. The man gently began to rub her tender pussy while the beautiful woman began squirming, her vagina filling with heavy lubrication. Hands and mouths were all over her, wildly assaulting her shuddering body with a relentless force that was getting hotter and hotter.
Hamid took his mouth from her quivering right breast so he was able to begin kissing her, ramming his tongue into the seething depths of her mouth.
At the same time, Herman began pushing his finger into her seething pussy, and soon he had the lovely young lady wiggling her buttocks all around as her clitoris rose from its frenulum with pulsating pleasure.
Chris wrapped her loving arms very tightly around Hamid's neck and clung to him as tightly as she was able, their wide-open mouths solidly grinding together. Eventually she had to break away so she was able to catch her breath. Mean-while, Herman continued to suck on one of her swollen breasts while his finger continued probing in and out of her seething cunt at the same time. He was obviously a professional lover in spite of his slight paunchiness, and having made love to him, was well aware he was just as good a cocksman as Hamid.
"Hey, okay with you if I go first?" Herman asked Hamid, lifting his mouth from the black woman's throbbing breast.
"Be my guest," Hamid replied.
He hurriedly scooted down on the large bed, placing his head between the lovely dark woman's spread thighs. He lapped at her inner thighs for a short while before mashing his lips against her labia, his tongue slithering through her slash, and into the narrow vestibule beyond.
Hamid continued playing with her breasts, rubbing them, covering them with wet, tonguing kisses, sucking each of her nipples while Herman lustily lapped her seething pussy. The heavier man dug his fingers into her asscheeks, lifting her buttocks a little off the bed. He ran his tongue up and down the entire length of her anxious slit, and then thrust it into her seething womanly nook again.
Chris felt seethingly hot flashes explode all over her shuddering body as Herman's tongue probed, licking through every seething part of her tender vagina the oral organ was able to reach. At the same time Hamid continued to rub her breasts and her belly. Chris reached out and tugged at his pulsating penis, the desire in her to fuck becoming more and more intense to the point where it was fast becoming painful. She panted faster and faster as the teeth of Herman's nibbling mouth found her outstanding clitoris and began hungrily nibbling on the ultra-sensitive nub of tantalizing flesh.
When it came to lapping her cunt there was no one like Sherm Herman, The man was undisputed master of pussy eating.
The hungrily nibbling chubby man poured on his mouth, and at the same time began exploring her rectum with the tip of his middle finger. He didn't probe into it, but merely rubbed against it as if he intended giving her a taste of what was yet to come. He continued sucking, but not for long, because Chris suddenly found herself climaxing violently, gasping, "AAAIIIIEEEAAAAGGHHHHUUU-NNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGGHHH! " as she bucked uncontrollably, slamming her vagina solidly into the man's hungry mouth, her vagina exploding with the richness of her colorless oils. The man hungrily slurped it out of her, smearing his lips all over her shuddering labia, and instead of the orgasm being the end of things, Chris realized it was the start of delightful things yet to happen. When Herman took his mouth away, licking his lips, it was obvious how much he was enjoying the taste of her womanly juices.
"Go on, go on," he said to Hamid. "Don't waste time now."
The lovely Negress was moaning long and loud now, her voice deep in her chest when she was aware of yet another, different mouth suddenly gluing itself to her seething pussy. It was a mouth she had kissed before, but the mouth had never sucked her cunt. Her moans automatically became louder. Meanwhile. Herman worked on her body with his fingertips, teasing her, exciting her, arousing her to new, exalted heights the likes of which she had never reached before.
Feeling in a competitive mood, Hamid lapped furiously, sucking as strongly as he was able, his nibbling teeth sending flashes of thrillingly delicious, exciting, pleasure swimming madly through the depths of Christine's pussy. Herman moved closer so that Chris was able to reach down and grab his stolid cock, running her fingertips up and down the enormous length of the organ.
"Think of it, soon all that is gonna be inside you, honey, filling you up," he whispered in her ear. "Oh my God! My God! Fuck me! I want to feel every inch of it inside me!"
Hamid held onto Chris's hips as the lovely black woman flip-flopped this way and that, like a poor fish out of water. She felt Herman's testicles, really huge things, filled with burning semen, all of which would shortly be hers. Hamid, unlike Herman, didn't merely touch her asshole. He probed into it with his forefinger, causing her to instantly lift her pelvis skyward.
Herman shook her firm breasts as she continued pulling and yanking on his penis, amazed, as always, at its thickness. Then the chunky man kissed her, his tongue probing into her mouth and dueling with hers. The lovely woman breathed through widely flared nostrils as she continued to violently gyrate her vagina around and around, Hamid's finger still buried in her rectum, his forefinger stretching the tightness of her anus, widening the narrow opening even more.
His heavy tongue slithered in and out of her steaming tunnel dredging out more of her liquid. At the same time his nostrils deeply inhaled the strong, musky feminine aroma he loved so very much. Then he took his finger out of her anus and his tongue from the depths of her creaming vagina.
At that point the lovely female broke away from Herman, her inner thighs soaked with her own oils, her body clamoring beyond control for a good cock.
"How about it, Christine?" Hamid asked. "Do you believe yourself to be ready?"
"Oh hell, yes!" she gasped.
"Hold on, hold on," Herman insisted. "Before we get down to solid fucking we have to continue sucking for awhile. Otherwise the fucking is no good. Get me?"
Hamid understood immediately that Herman's concern was for Chris and her ability to take their penises. He was a good man, this Sherm Herman.
Chris sat up on the bed and swung her legs over the side to better balance herself. Her heart was pounding strongly under the weight of her left teat. Hamid was closest to her, having stood when she sat up, and she drew him to her, swirling her tongue around the thick head of his throbbing penis, her hands running up and down his thighs before finally coming to rest on his testicles, cares-sing them, squeezing them gently.
Chris began sucking strongly, bobbing her head back and forth, afraid to take such thickness into her gullet. Herman decided to take-a little breather and went and poured himself another drink from his bottle. He used a sterile glass he found in the bathroom. He had seen some hot women in his time, but he knew this had to be the hottest cunt he had ever come across. He was more than grateful for this second chance to get to her, even if he had to share her with Hamid. Hell! He would have taken her on if there had been ten other guys present.
By the time he got back to the bed, he was aflame from the sight of Chris continually moving her mouth back and forth along three-quarters of the length of Hamid's pulsating penis. He crawled up on the bed behind her, not able to decide whether he wanted her breasts or her vagina. Finally he opted for the latter.
He sat beside Chris and slid two fingers into her narrow womanly opening, delving deep inside her. His fingers continued moving, reaming in an out, making her slide her head faster and faster on Hamid's skin flute. She moaned and gasped through closed lips as her pussy was teased and excited by Herman's working fingers which were buried inside her as far as they were able to go from that angle. To make things easier for Herman, she moved so that she was kneeling on the bed. He had to pull his fingers from the depths of her sucking quim for the moment, but slid them right back into her cunt from the rear. In addition, he was able to reach for her dangling breasts with his free hand and tantalize them, as well. He pinched her nipples, squeezing and tugging on them, and Chris felt more thrilled than ever. The hard cock filling her mouth aroused her as never before, too. She never realized how delightfully thrilling it was to suck on a penis simply for the sake of sucking. What was more, it was obvious there was more to come.
Herman stopped playing with Chris, and after awhile he motioned for Hamid to step back. The latter did so. Chris's eyes turned and looked at the huge penis between Herman's thighs and saw his penis moving in as he got to his feet in front of her. She reached out with her tongue and gave it a few tentative licks on the head, thrilling to the smoother texture of the skin. This was another first for her-the sucking of Herman's penis. She looked forward to feeling both penises buried in her pussy before the evening was over.
Chris ran her tongue all the way down the sensitive underside of Herman's considerably long penis, moving right to his throbbing, jumping testicles, remembering what he had said about her having to suck well before she was fucked by either of them. She forced her tongue to stick out as far as possible, and then began to languidly balance his testicles, one at a time, feeling the texture of the hairy skin, as well as sensing the way they moved around inside their container.
Then she licked his throbbing cock up and down, up and down before daring to open her mouth. Her jaw muscles strained as she very slowly took inch after inch of solid, masculine cock into her mouth. God! It was as thick as Hamid's, and when it pressed against her esophagus, she thought she would choke.
"Do a good job there, kid," Herman encouraged.
Hamid had to admit he admired Herman's patient technique, and he took over where the heavier man had left off. He shoved two fingers into Chris's pussy from the rear.
Chris took a deep breath, then forced her gullet to relax. This allowed her to take the massive organ all the way into her pharynx. Her head remained perfectly still, and Herman was now fucking her mouth, pumping his throbbing cock in and out, in and out. He held her head in place as Hamid continued fingering her dripping pussy. The fit of his cock in her mouth was so tight, there was no way for Chris to close her lips and tighten them around the thick organ.
Chris was aflame with burning lust. All she was able to think of was the hard cock in her mouth. His free hand traveled all over her trembling body, stimulating her everywhere. Her vagina was gushing with all kinds of heavy inner oils, but Herman was moving very carefully, knowing one' wrong twist of his cock would strangle her. Never-the-less, he insisted she swallow every last inch of it on every forward thrust.
Chris breathed through widely flared nostrils as she tightly clung to Herman's thighs for balance. Then he stepped back, pulling his huge penis from her throat and mouth, and the lovely woman sucked in air as hard and as fast as she was able.
"Okay!" Herman said to them. "Time to get down to why we came here in the first place."
Hamid sat on the bed, waiting for his cue, and the lovely black Christine lay on her back in the middle of the bed with her thighs widely spread. The head of Herman's throbbing penis was now poised at the entrance to her vagina as the heavy man hovered over her. Gripping the organ with his fist, he ran the head up and down the length of her seething slit.
"Have a heart, man!" Chris gasped. "Stop teasing me and get on with it, or I'll go out of my skull."
Herman smiled, then shoved, and the head of his pulsating penis pushed itself just past her inner pussylips, making the lovely chocolate-skinned woman more aware than ever of its size. Herman just kept on going, stretching the walls of her tender canal. She closed her eyes, wondering if on this, the third time she was experiencing congress with a man, she would feel any kind of pain because she was being stretched. She was loose, but ready to tighten up the instant she felt some pain, and because she had her inner muscles relaxed, there was no pain whatsoever. It was a super cock all right, and when Herman finally got it buried all the way inside her, the lovely Negress wrapped her thighs tightly around his waist and began wiggling her buttocks around, enjoying the feel of it in there. All the time this was happening, Hamid waited patiently. He had a surprise for the lovely woman. He had brought a dildo along with him, basically because he hadn't believed he would be sharing her with Herman, and he wanted her to get a thrill from a dual fucking.
Herman slid his prick out of her and began fucking her, moving the organ slowly but easily, well aware if was very possible to hurt her with his instrument. But the one thing he had no intention of causing was pain, because he wanted to enjoy Chris again and again. Chris matched his cadent rhythm, quickly getting used to the size of his throbbing cock. Now he slowly began picking up speed until he had the lovely black woman bucking back to him. She moved faster and faster, and then her second orgasm of the evening was there.
"AAIIYYAAGGHHAARRGGHHHUUU... HHURRGGHAAUUNNGGHH!" she screamed, her body hurling itself every which way in a series of uncontrollable paroxysms.
Every time Herman slammed his cock into her, his hairy pelvis rubbed solidly against her clitoris, and this enhanced her thrilling pleasure all the more. Herman pushed the palms of his hands into the mattress, lifting himself up, leaving a space between himself and the black woman, and Hamid was quick to take advantage of it, pushing his face between them and sucking on the girl's budded nipples. She reached down with her hands and ran them through Hamid's long, black strings of hair.
Chris's loud moans and groans filled the room, exciting the two men all the more. Herman picked up the pace and began punching his throbbing cock solidly into her cunt even though she had climaxed, making the beautiful woman twist her head this way and that, spinning from side to side as she felt the approach of yet another orgasm. The head of Herman's throbbing penis continued to batter itself against the far wall of the lovely woman's seething pussy as she held onto his arms, muscled and covered with a thin layer of fat, while he kept right on rhythmically stroking his cock into her.
Hamid pulled his head from her breasts, moved to her head, then probed into her ear with his tongue before kissing her on the mouth, mashing his hungry lips against hers. Chris began hungrily sucking at his tongue, her own lingual organ thrusting forward to do battle with his as she continued bucking and slamming her vagina upward, the head of Herman's pulsing cock digging into the depths of her feminine pocket every time he entered her.
The next orgasm was so overpowering, Chris had to pull her mouth from Hamid's.
"HHAAYYAAGGHHUNNGGHHH... UURGGHAANNGHAARRGGHHH! " she bellowed as she peaked. She felt as if she had rocketed into outer space, moving higher and higher until there was no longer an up or a down. She was floating in darkness, her body totally and completely out of control. Her body constantly contorted and Hamid, who always admired the professional handling of a woman, had to admit. Sherm Herman was an expert.
Herman dug his toes into the bedsheets for added leverage, and he continued solidly hammering away into the depths of the lovely lady's seething pussy. She continued wriggling, her body a constantly changing form of contortion as heavy oil continually flowed through the length of her womanly canal.
She was aware of Herman's thrusting cock seemingly everywhere in her body at once, and she had to admit, not even after he had taken her virginity had he made her feel this good. It was a solid organ in every respect, and it made her feel really good.
Hamid went into the bathroom and sat on the closed john, temporarily feeling a little left out of things. His turn would come. He simply relaxed for a little while and smoked another black cigarette.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" he heard the voice of Chris groaning from the room.
One orgasm seemed to follow another as Her-man continued solidly pouring it on. He fucked the blistering daylights out of her. His fulcrum slapped solidly into hers and she loved every last inch and every final thrust. She was reveling in her series of orgasms which seemed to pour forth in a never-ending stream from her vagina.
"MORE! MORE! MORE!" she begged. "Give it to me! Give it to me!" she was loudly gasping.
She raked the length of his arms with her finger-tips, leaving long, angry red welts behind, but not breaking the skin. Herman put on another burst of speed, and that sent the lovely lady through another orgasmic tizzy. She opened her mouth to gasp but no sound came out of her. Hamid dropped his cigarette into the toilet and hurried into the room in time to see Herman slacken his pace. Both crotches were soaked with the oils from her orgasms, and the reeking smell of sex permeated the air.
Christine's full breasts rose and fell with great rapidity as the pumping Herman slowly ground to a halt. He pulled his still-stiff cock out of her and the climax-tired Chris instantly pounced on it, licking the rich head clean of her oily fluids.
"It felt so good inside me," she gasped. "How come you didn't reach a climax, yourself?" she asked.
"Because I have something else in mind," he told her.
He went to the dresser and opened a small package he had brought with him, taking out a jar of lubricant he had purchased at the drugstore.
"Is that vaseline?" she asked.
"Setter than vaseline," he assured her. "What professional proctologists use when proctoscoping someone." He rolled her over into her belly, dipped two fingers into the jar, and began pushing them into her narrow rectum. Then he did the same thing with his penis.
"Please," she gasped. "That penis of yours up my ass might really hurt me."
"Hell!" he laughed. "If my own asshole can take a proctoscope, which is twice as thick as my cock, there's no reason why your ass can't take my cock, honey."
He lifted her up to her knees, then spread the cheeks of her lovely ass apart and the head of his cock pressed against her narrow asshole. Then he began pushing it into her. There was some pain, but the pain was instantly overwhelmed by thrills as the man's cock began slowly pushing its way into her. She felt his cock slide in, in, in, right to her colon, and wondered if it was going to go all the way to her belly.
The vaseline-like lubricant helped a lot, and Her-man was very gentle, fucking into her ass. When he finally had it pushed all the way inside her, making certain she wasn't in any pain, he began fucking it in and out of her, moving it back and forth, back and forth. Chris dug her fingers into the sheets and tightly clamped her eyes shut.
"Honey, you're gonna get the best fucking you ever had in your life," Herman told her.
"It can't get any better."
Then she realized, his cock, rubbing in her rec-turn, was touching another network of nerves, probably interconnected to the nerves in her vagina, clitoris, and throat, because she was climaxing again.
"AAAYYAAIIIGGGHHH AARRGGHHH... HHUNNGHHAAUWWAARRGGHH!" she bellowed.
Hamid was getting impatient, wondering when his own turn would come. Still, he waited.
Herman lunged in and out of her again and again, continually stabbing his cock into the depths of her asshole with his huge, oversized cock. From the corner of her eye, Chris saw Hamid standing near the bed, and reaching out she grabbed his throbbing erection.
"Sherm!" she gasped. "Can Hamid fuck me, too?"
Herman rolled onto his side, keeping his cock buried in the depths of the lovely woman's ass, and then he had her on top of him as he lay on his back. He gripped her breasts from behind her, feeling her delightfully luscious black flesh. She stopped bouncing up and down on Herman so Hamid would be able to maneuver himself into position.
Reaching between her thighs, the energetic lady guided the head of the throbbing prick to the madly pulsating entrance of her vagina, already raw from having been so thoroughly fucked by Her-man. Hamid was careful, because Herman's cock in her ass made her vaginal tunnel even narrower. He pushed his penis very, very slowly into her, eventually filling the tunnel with his throbbing cock. He kept his weight on his palms, not wanting to crush her between the two of them.
Christine was literally filled to overflowing with penises. She was tightly sandwiched between the two of them. Thrills washed over her shuddering torso and she began moving around between the two of them, wiggling her buttocks backward and forward, indicating to the two men she wanted to be fucked by the both of them at the same time.
Hamid began plunging his penis in and out of her tight body at a relatively slow pace. The beautiful black woman was panting, breathing heavily. She had been excited by each of these men separately, but to have the two of them fucking into her together was really something spectacular. All of the animal aspects of sex came to the surface from within her, dominating her. Her pussy ruled the rest of her thrilled body as the two penises filled and refilled her again and again, edging her closer and closer to a super-spectacular orgasm.
Herman's hands were busy working on the lovely young woman's breasts. His hard cock was buried to the hairy hilt in her tightly squeezing asshole, made even tighter by the pressure of Hamid's cock in her vagina. He kept it buried there, not moving it, preferring instead to simply lie there quietly, covering the lovely Chris's neck with a series of hotly burning kisses.
"Oh dear heaven!" she gasped. "I can't believe there's so much sensation in a single human body."
Hamid began picking up the pace, pounding into her all the more solidly. The lovely Negress wrapped one leg around Hamid's left thigh. She ran her hands up and down his sides, hungrily kissing his lips, her tongue lapping at and touching his. All the while Hamid continued wildly lunging in and out of her, shoving his throbbing cock into her as if he had suddenly gone into competition with Herman.
Hamid was really digging his cock into the lovely girl. Her pussy was tighter than ever, but gushy and heavy with her own secretions. She began using her vaginal muscles, squeezing, tightening, pulling, crushing, clamping down on the man's throbbing cock, making it that much more exciting for him. Her gasps and whimperings added a great deal to the Pakistani's enjoyment.
For perhaps the first time in her life Chris realized she was in her true element. Sex had become a very necessary part of her life, and what little she knew of it was excellent. She adored penises, and the bigger and thicker they were, the better. She discovered the more she had, the more she wanted. There never seemed to be enough for her.
"Oh yes, yes, yes, it's so good," she gasped out, digging her fingers into Hamid's shoulders.
The Pakistani was fucking with his fabulous efficiency, although there was no doubt he was more involved at the moment than he had ever been before in his life. This was probably due to the presence of Sherm Herman, who was enjoying a woman with him and therefore able to appreciate her as much as he.
Chris began digging her heels into the mattress, lifting her body up and banging it into Hamid. Herman took this as his cue to get in on the action and he dug his own heels into the bed and began fucking in tandem with Hamid.
Chris felt a throbbing penis fill her vagina, and when that one withdrew, preparing to thrust in again, there was another thrilling penis clogging her anus. She moved her body forward and back, shuttling her body up and down, taking the initiative.
In the beginning there was a definite uniqueness about having two throbbing penises filling her at the same time, and, to a certain extent it had inhibited her more than a little, but now her true inner nature was coming to the surface. At first she had been relatively quiet, but now she was becoming much more active and demanding.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she pantingly insisted.
It sounded like a command to the two men, and both of them vibrantly responded. Herman withdrew his pulsing cock and then violently cram-med it right back into her asshole. There was an overpowering thrill that added to Chris's delighted pleasures. She felt the two penises rubbing against one another, separated by a single thin veil of elastic flesh.
Her body was rocked forward and backward as both, Herman and Hamid continued pounding away inside her. Herman kept his strong hands on her rounded hips, pushing her upward into Hamid's downthrusting penis, and then pulling her backward onto his own cock.
"I'm... uuhhhhhhh... going to... ohhhh... " she gasped.
The two men, Hamid and Herman began pouring on the speed, both of them violently thrusting in and out of her.
"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGGHHAARRGGH... AAUGGHHWWARRGGHUUNNGH!" she bellowed. "MY GOD! IT FEELS LIKE YOU'RE TEARING IT OUT OF MEEEE she shrieked, completely beside herself as her thrilling interior soared to new, heretofore unknown heights. What she didn't know was that Herman's mind was on a par with her own.
Her vagina violently overflowed and a steady trickle of colorless oil ran down the lower curve of her rounded buttocks, adding to the already considerable stain on the sheets.
She continued to thrash wildly as both penises pummeled her vagina mercilessly. Hamid sucked on one of her nipples, very gently nibbling the erected nubbin of flesh, causing her chest to fill with thrilled pleasure.
The girl fought for her breath, panting heavily. Cock was everywhere, and cock was king as far as she was concerned. Using his strength, he gripped Chris by the hips and began tugging her down all the more solidly. He lay there with their two bodies on top of his while Hamid continued pummeling and stabbing her cunt with his driving cock. Chris spreadeagled her body as wide as possible, legs spread far apart, arms stretched out as if she were being crucified.
Her full breasts rolled from side to side on her chest as she surrendered herself completely. The fucking Hamid began wondering how it was possible for Herman to continue breathing with all this weight on top of him, the thought flashing through his brain as Chris began rotating her pelvis as much as she was able.
The head of Herman's cock reached deeper and deeper into her colon, as if trying to find the opening to her small intestine. The pounding Hamid continued fucking at a regulated and steady pace making Chris feel as if she were constantly attaining one kind of an orgasm or other.
Her entire inner body felt as if it were continually spasming. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, and the power of the orgasms inside her had left her completely numb.
Unable to take the weight any longer, Herman slipped his cock out of Chris's asshole.
"Ohhhh n-o-o-o-o-o... " she gasped, "I want to feel it in there."
"Okay if I borrow your toy?" Herman asked Hamid, pointing to the dildo on the dresser.
"Be my guest," Hamid told him.
Herman coated the dildo with the lubricant he had brought, then he turned Chris on her side a little and slowly but surely fitted the dildo into her rectum. When she rolled back onto her back, Hamid continued pounding away inside her.
"Hey kiddo," Herman said to Chris. "Okay if I shoot in your mouth?"
"Uh huh! Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped.
Herman made it easy for her, lying sideways on the bed near her head, letting her turn her face toward him. She licked the head of his cock, not even thinking that it had been in her rectum, since she knew she was clean in there. Then she opened her mouth and took three quarters of his massive penis into the dark, warm cavern that was her mouth.
Chris sucked hungrily on his cock, eager to taste his sperm and compare it to the sour flavor of Walter Roland's sperm. As she sucked, Hamid, who knew it was a battery powered dildo, reached down and turned it on, and a low vibration began building in Christine's shuddering rectum.
Hamid increased the speed at which he was fucking into her, moving hard and fast. Every hole in her body was filled with a cock, and two-thirds of them were real penises. She had no idea all this would be so thrilling, and wondered what more there was for her to learn. The intensity of her experiences continued to crescendo upward until she got to the point where she was anxiously pulling Herman's throbbing cock down her throat, her hands on his testicles doing everything possible to make the balls release their precious liquid.
Yet it was Hamid, fucking into her vagina, who came first. Like a marathon man, he began dashing the last hundred yards very quickly, his balls now numb as he headed for the finish line. Chris continued running the flat of her tongue up and down the length of Herman's cock and squirmed frantically when she felt Hamid's hot sauce hit the inner recesses of her steaming vagina.
"AARRGGHHUUNNGGHHANNG GHHGHHARGHHAAUUWWAGGHHH!" he bellowed. Then his throbbing testicles salvoed into her with heavy repeated blasts until he was finished. He pulled his dripping cock from her vagina and fell to the side of the bed, panting, all out of breath and strength.
Herman continued mouth-fucking the lovely black woman, her wide nostrils flaring all the more widely as she strained to pull air into her lungs. Her pussy was sopping wet, the hairs soaked and glistening, as were her inner thighs. She had never had so many intense orgasms in her entire life.
Hamid gasped and his head reeled as he lay there. This was indeed a night he would remember.
Herman sank his penis ever deeper into her, feeling greater pleasure with each passing moment, and now he knew he was going to hit the top of the world.
"EEYYEEAARRGGHHUNNGGHH!" he bellowed, and sperm streamed into the lovely lady's mouth. She let it roll around over and under her tongue, tasting it, noting it had a sweetish taste to it, then swallowed it just in time to receive the next blast. What happened from then on, for the rest of the night was a complete blur to her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Perhaps the least interesting of the rival coaches was Howard Rovnek, who managed the Hairsprays. Rovnek looked like a tough man, with a beard that needed shaving at least three times a day, curly hair, a satanic face, and a whining voice. Rovnek managed the second place team, and everyone was surprised his team was in second place because he had never been considered that good a manager.
When word got around concerning Christine's agreement with the other managers in the league, Rovnek wanted to get a piece of the beautiful girl's, as well. So he walked over to the arena where Chris's girls were playing, and in his whining tone, with a fiendish smile on his face, he said, "I'm interested in setting up a game with your girls, Chris."
One look at Rovnek was enough to turn the poor woman's stomach, but she knew she had to play as many teams as possible if she was going to keep the arena for her girls on the Weekend nights.
"All right, Howard," she sighed, leading him off into a corner. "How about this Saturday evening?"
"That sounds like a good evening," he wheedled. "I'll have my girls here at that time."
"By the way," she told him. "You are acquainted with the managerial rules."
"That's why I'm offering to play you," he nodded.
"Fine, but if we win, then you get nothing from me."
"How can you expect to win?" he laughed.
Chris didn't know. She was hoping for a miracle.
"Don't worry," Rovnek assured her. "I'm a gentleman, and you won't be disappointed in me."
"One thing, Howard," she insisted. "If we do, by some miracle beat you, I want a return match on your own home court in the middle of the week with no penalties if I lose."
"Hmmmmm! I don't see why that can't be arranged. However, I think you will lose, Chris. Your girls just aren't semi-pro caliber."
"Time will tell," Chris told him, walking away. When Howard Rovnek left, a slim, medium-tall light-skinned black man who had been sitting in the stands watching, walked over to Chris, and said, "Y'know, Chris, you're bargaining with the wrong people. You've been setting up agreements with the managers in case you lose games. We know all about it. Now if you and I can come to an agreement, who knows, your team might actually start winning games."
The man talking was Vernon Lincoln, the head referee at all basketball games played in the arena. He had almost light skin, wore glasses, spoke in a soft, reassuring manner, and was extremely good-looking.
"What are you suggesting, brother?" she asked. "What I'm suggesting has nothing to do with brothers and sisters," Vernon told her. "I've never had the courage to approach you until now, Chris, and you might well tell me to go fly a kite, but I figured I had to speak to you."
"So speak," she invited.
"I've seen your girls play. They aren't the world's best, but they're not the dogs all the other teams make them out to be. With a couple of de-cent breaks you might end up actually beating any of the other teams."
"Breaks are a matter of luck," Chris told him. "Where this game is concerned, mine has been all bad."
"Well I can change a good part of your luck," he told her. "Sooner or later you're bound to get some good players and you won't even need me. But until that time, all I have to do is call an extra foul on the other team, or not see a foul by one of your girls. It wouldn't happen too often, you understand. I'd have to make the win look legit. But I can do it."
"Of course you want something in exchange."
"You," he said very simply. "I can't see you giving yourself away to all those lousy honkies when I've been hot for you all this time. Just give me a chance to prove what I can do for you."
"I will, Vernon," she said to him. "You can prove it this Friday and this Saturday."
"Why two nights?" he asked. "All you ask for is a game from the other coaches. One lousy game, and if they win, you give 'em what they want."
"Well we do occasionally win," she told him. "If we win once, it might be legit. If we win twice in a row, then I'll know you're playing on my side. Now Friday night we're playing the Highlights, the Number Six team in the league. Saturday night its the Hairsprays, the Number Two team. Let's see if we win."
What seemed like a miracle occurred that weekend. What was more, Vernon Lincoln was so good at his job, the opposition teams protested minimally whenever he called foul. It was amazing, but not only did they swamp the Highlights, but on Saturday night the Eyeshadows actually whomped the Hairsprays, the Number Two team in the league, handing them their first defeat by a team other than the Tweezers.
"Two games in a row!" Selma, the six-foot-three center on the team squealed as the girls hurried into the shower room on Saturday night. "Maybe we're starting to jell as a team, after all. Oh boy! We're going to be good from now on. Just bring on those Tweezers."
Only Christine knew what had really happened. Vernon Lincoln had kept his word. Now it would be up to her to keep hers. Funny, but she felt jittery. She actually felt jittery. In all the time she had been messing around, this was going to be her first experience with a "brother," though her feelings toward him were far from sisterly.
When all the other girls had gone home, she met Vernon in the arena hallway.
"Well," she admitted. "You did it. Where would you like to go? I always keep my promises."
"Sure you do," Vernon nodded. "But I'm curious, just how much do you really want to do this?"
"Would you believe, more than I've ever wanted to be with a man in my life?"
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I'm positive."
"Are you busy tomorrow?"
"No, why?" she wanted to know.
"Suppose we just go away to a little cabin I know of not far from here. We can come back tomorrow evening, or even Monday morning."
"I think that sounds wonderful," Chris told him, once again feeling blood rushing to her cheeks.
Vernon got into his car and followed Chris to her house where she parked her own car. Then she went inside the building, up to her own apartment, and there packed some things in an overnight kit, and came down to the waiting Vernon Lincoln. She got into his old Ford, and he headed she knew-not-where. There weren't any mountains near Chicago, but he found a small suburb in a hurry that hadn't been too-well-developed. The houses were spotty, and were sometimes more than a mile apart. About forty minutes after they had left her apartment building, he pulled up in front of a one-story cabin. It would have been a ranch style place save for the fact that it was too small to be called a ranch. True, it had a lot of land around, but the cabin itself was very tiny, and though the outer motif was log cabin, the logs were phony.
They went inside, and Vernon turned on a small lamp, letting Chris look around. Sure enough, it was a one-room affair save for the bathroom. In the far right comer there was the kitchenette, and in the far left corner was the bed. Right against the near wall, built into it, was a large fireplace with a fake bearskin rug on the floor. She watched as he tossed some logs into the fireplace, added some newspaper for kindling, and in no time he had a roaring fire. Then he turned out the lamp, and they were bathed in firelight.
Chris wasted no time. She wanted to make love and have the handsome referee make love to her. She removed her clothing as he took off his glasses and put them away. Her chocolate body, bathed in firelight, made Vernon pant with desire. He began removing his own clothing as well, and soon he was as naked as she. In the firelight his almost white body revealed a long, throbbing phallus with a rich purple head. It was every bit as long and as thick as those of the two men with whom she had sported a week earlier. She didn't know why, but she felt a stronger emotion for Vernon than mere lust. It was too soon to call it love, but the emotional feeling was there. She felt a rich, meaningful relationship was about to spring up as desire coursed through every fiber of her being and every cell in her awakening body. She lay down and rolled nakedly onto the artificial bearskin rug, looking .up at Vernon, seeing him through lust-hungry eyes, and the ghost of a smile flitted across her lips as she whispered, "Come, darling . .
"Oh Chris... sweet Chris... " he muttered, sobbing, and then his head was dipping down, his mouth pressing against her lovely naked bosom, and his tears of joy were hot on her nakedly sensitive flesh. Automatically, the lovely woman's arms wrapped themselves around Vernon's head, cradling him tightly to her, holding his lean, masculine body tightly as he clung to her shuddering form with the same tightness.
"Vernon, you white-skinned, black mutha," she whispered affectionately. "Lord, it feels so good to hold a man like you in my arms. Your body feels so right to me, so firm, so muscular, and yet you don't merely desire me for what I can do for you, sexually speaking. I can feel how much you want me for my inner self." Instinctively, she turned on her side, still tightly cradling his head against the roundness of her breasts. Now she felt his entire naked body pressing firmly against her own. His knees rubbed against her kneecaps, his slender thighs against her thighs, and his flat belly was barely able to touch her belly.
Gradually, slowly, the lovely lady's naked body began an almost imperceptible and regular undulation, starting a slow grinding motion of her soft, flat abdomen as she pressed it solidly against the abdomen of this man who had suddenly come to mean so much to her. Her heart, which had been beating heavily ever since they had arrived at the cabin, began pounding all the more weightily, and her breath became ragged as once again over-powering fires of heated desire for this particular man's firm body began flaring and burning through her torso like maddening forest fires of want. She was aware of it the moment it began to happen; the exact second she was feeling her wetly pulsating and throbbing pussy starting to secrete heavy, dewy droplets of her forbidden passion. That was when she was aware of her breasts swelling and her taut nipples hardening. For a single supreme moment of thrilling joy and ecstasy, she literally bathed herself in the feeling, then horror and fear blanketed her aching mind again. Now he, like all the others, was thinking of her as a tramp, a whore, a woman who sold her body for favors.
For the first time in her life Chris was scared, not of what was going to. happen, but of what the man would think of her. For the first time she really cared what this man would think of her. She was acting brazenly, shamelessly. She had to forget about wanting his beautiful masculine body. If she kept this up she knew it wouldn't be too long before Vernon might come to hate her. He might consider her a depraved tramp, and then he'd want nothing more to do with her.
For the first time in her life she was thinking about what the man thought of her as an individual rather than what he would do for her team. The team no longer mattered. It simply didn't enter her mind. Yet she felt so sexually attracted to him. She wondered if it was simply because he was the first black man she had ever shown herself to, or if it was something personal, with the man himself. There were times, like now, that she was so envious of some of the women on her team who were married and had a loving man to whom to go home. Imagine, having a man of her own, a man with a nice, thick cock like Vernon's; one that would fit so nicely and snugly into her vagina, or would worm its way into the tight wetness of her loving mouth, making her cheeks bloat as he eventually fired the tasty essences.
But in spite of her troubled conscience, the lovely black woman discovered her arms would not let go of Vernon's head and shoulders, and she found herself unable to turn away from the vibrant warmth of his firmly muscular body. She discovered herself clinging to him all the more tightly, and her desire-ridden body began to shudderingly writhe even more hungrily on the hearth. Her long, firm, ebony thighs began scissoring open and closed rhythmically, and then, as she threw one leg over his naked flat hips, her mind began to fill with the exciting image of his swollen, pulsing penis doing all the different things to her Sherm Herman's broad cock had done. The searing image seemed to consume every tingling cell of her brain with wave after wave of overpowering desire and hot, implacable need, and the thrilling sensations in her desire-tightened belly and heatedly pulsating vagina began intensifying all the more rapidly, causing the beautiful Chris to almost moan aloud with mounting desire and delight.
Let him go! Her mind was screaming into her brain's inner senses. Good God! Chris Jackson, don't succumb and let this man know you for the terrible tramp you've become. You 're prostituting yourself for the sake of your team and he knows it. But don't just lie there and let him know that sex has become a sickness with you... that you need it in order to survive. You have to stop now because if you don't, you'll eventually destroy yourself. Here you are with one man, and after the experiences you had with two men do you think one man will ever be able to fully satisfy you?
But she knew the answer to that question even before she had foolishly asked it. Yes, one man would be more than enough to satisfy her if he was the right man. A man like Vernon Lincoln was the right man.
But even as these thoughts of pleading with herself exploded like novas in her spinning brain, words were already beginning to form in her mouth and throat, and then, before she was able to stop herself, the words came bubbling past her lips as she clung to the man and said, "Vernon... oh Vernon, for the first time in my life I feel love being with a man. I don't know why I feel love for you, and you can think I'm crazy. You don't even have to love me back, but man, I feel love for you like I've never felt it for anyone else, so if you can forgive my being with all those white dudes, understand, that even if I gave 'em my body, I never gave 'em my love."
Holding the lovely, stunningly beautiful body of the naked Chris Jackson in his arms, and breathing against her tenderly soft feminine flesh, the delighted young man heard words in his ears he had never even hoped for from the luscious beauty. At first he attached no sexual reference to her actions, since he never thought of love and sex as being synonymous. Yet he was becoming increasingly aware of her delightful nakedness, and he wasn't naive. He began understanding just what it was she was driving at. He thrilled to the pressure of her vaginal hairs rubbing against his belly, her legs tightly locked around his flat buttocks. He was too concerned for her, too filled with a desiring, compassionate love to think of her as anything other than a mahogany goddess who was teaching him the art of love in its highest form. He found his own heart bursting with a powerful love as deep as the love this lovely chocolate woman was confessing. It was a love unlike any other he had ever felt for a woman before in his life... a love that definitely needed expressing... and yes, now he understood that such a love needed an ultimate expression... demanding total physical release.
In that single moment of unquestionable truth, Vernon Lincoln became fully aware of what he was actually thinking, and he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt what he really wanted, and so tightly clutched convulsively at this woman. He wanted more than sex from her. He wanted more than love from her. He wanted the combination of the two in equal proportion. The fact that she had been to bed with other men didn't affect him because he knew he loved her, and he felt her own love for him. Yes, she loved him, and she hadn't been ashamed to admit as much to him. He wondered how it was possible for him to think of this woman this way. All his life he had sworn when the time did come for him to fall in love, it would be with a virgin. Now he was fast discovering virginity really didn't matter. Hell! Had she slept with a thousand men prior to knowing him he wouldn't have given a damn because her life before him was a shadow that didn't exist. What did matter... what was actual reality... was now! He wanted to make love to her, and he wanted to do all the things he knew she had done with other men, but he didn't think of it in terms of merely a lay. He wanted to taste every last bit of her, and ached to fill every orifice in her body with his cock.
The handsome, light-skinned black man jerked his head up and looked at her lovely face. Then he let his eyes roam over her tremulous body, after which a throbbing sob suddenly burst forth from his throat, for even as he mentally chastised himself, his eyes had begun to move as if with a will of their own over the delightful shape of her beautiful nakedness. He had to admit, even though he wasn't too experienced and really hadn't slept with that many women, this particular woman was exquisitely lovely, and precisely the right type of woman to grace his marriage bed. Marriage? Why was he thinking in terms of marriage at the moment? True he was a rising young attorney, but he still had a long way to go, and why would a lovely, luscious woman like this even consider marrying him? She was so perfect, and he had to admit he admired the way she turned and twisted on the rug. Now he looked at her even more intently, really looking at her as a man would look at a woman rather than a lover would admire the object of his desire.
Christ! She had such a rounded, stunning body, with large, lushly ripened breasts, the nipples like large blackberries, her soft, raven-black vaginal hairs too sparse to hide the glistening pink vaginal slash, below. She was beautiful, stunning, and the man who ended up with her would have himself one helluva treasure. He loved her tremendously, wanting her, needing her, adoring her.
Perspiration broke out heavily on the handsome man's wide forehead, and he did his best to take his eyes from her body in the hope he'd be able to break the spell she was casting on him. The man felt new, strange tingling sensations continuing to build in his loins as he found his eyes drawn magnetically to her form, continuing to hungrily stare at her delicious voluptuousness, unable to look away. He felt an achingly acute and thrilling pleasure in his restlessly stirring phallus even though he was well aware it was lust rather than love, since his mother had taught him love was ethereal and not physical. Yet she had already confessed her love to him, and even though he physically desired her, he still lusted for her. Of all the women on earth, this was the one he decided he desired above all others. His bright eyes came to rest on her hungrily rising and falling hips as she continued to grind her vaginal furrow of heated flesh against the lengthy thickness of his swollen penis. He knew damn well she was tormenting him. She certainly seemed to know what she was doing. He was feeling his penis swell and enlarge as never before, and he had to admit, it was good, really good. He knew she was well aware of precisely how stiff he was at that moment, and he ought to have gloried in his erection, but he felt a little embarrassed, because deep down he knew she was the woman he loved.
Granted, he had brought her here to fuck her, but now that she was here, he wanted to do so much more with her. He wanted to give her all the love inside him and make her aware of how much he adored her. He wondered if she knew what was going on in his mind, and if she did, would she love him any the less because he was so aroused and desirous of her.
His hand reached out and grabbed the corner of the bearskin on which they lay, and he was all set to pull it over her nakedly writhing ebony form, wanting to hide her breasts from his sight until he was able to think a bit more rationally and decide if this was truly love. But just as he began to cover her, to hide her from his hungrily lustful gleaming eyes, the lovely lady reached out and caught his hand with her own, preventing him from concealing her nakedness.
"No, Vernon," she said, as if knowing what he was thinking. "This is a reality you'll have to face by yourself. I've already admitted how I feel about you. You have to decide how you feel about me while looking at me. Is it lust, or do you feel something deeper for me. Either way, I still love you."
She stared at the handsome man with whom she realized she had fallen in love, her hands holding his wrists, and her lovely features suddenly contorted, mirroring the terrible torturous battle raging in Vernon's own lust-filled brain.
Vernon pulled away from her, easily breaking her grip, and that ought to have helped to cool the overpowering passion soaring within her body. However each discovered it had the opposite effect on them. Both had churning fires leaping in the tightness of their bellies. Both had flames swirling inside them. Never before had she known such insane desires. Chris suddenly realized it was more than mere sex driving her, more than the need to be made love to, it was the need to be deeply and strongly loved. She had to have this man loving her, doing things to her, fulfilling her as only a loved man can fulfill a woman. Her hips were grinding more and more firmly against the bearskin rug on the hearth, and her heatedly hungry vaginal tunnel was flooded with a quantity of seeping oily fluids betraying her own inner seething passions. Dimly she was aware she had lost control of herself, and she felt ashamed that she was taking the lead. Yet she was so afraid that if she left the first move up to Vernon he might eventually either reject her or simply fuck her the way all the others had done. At this point that was something she would not have been able to bear. She wanted more than sex. She wanted him loving her as he fucked her.
"Vernon... " she finally said. "I've already admitted loving you. I've also told you this doesn't bind you to me with any kind of commitment. But the truth of the matter is, I want you to fuck me. I want you to do it, now. I'm not ashamed of my feelings for you." She heard the licentiously obscene words coming from her own wetly parted mouth, and she ought to have been ashamed of herself for humbling herself so quickly in front of a man.
Vernon, on his part, realized that in order to prove his love for her, he definitely had to fuck her. How he'd be able to fuck her and show her the love he wanted to show her he didn't know, but he knew it was something that had to be done.
"I need you, dammit!" she continued. "I need you as a full-fledged lover, a real man, a wonderful masculine male who can make me feel good inside. I need you to fuck me as I've never been fucked before, and you're the only one who can do it."
Dear Lord! he thought. How did one let a woman like this... a special woman know he wanted to comply with her every desire, yet he was afraid he might not prove macho enough for her. The idea of possessing her originally had been purely sexually when he had initially approached her. But now it was much more than that. Through a strange series of happenings, just being close to her had made him aware of his love for her, and he wanted to please her in every way, but didn't know if he had the ability or the capacity. The thoughts running through his turmoiled mind were, at the same time terrible, and yet exciting. A low moan purred from somewhere deep inside him. He felt a need to understand this overpowering attraction between himself and Christine better than he did. He had no desire to initiate something between them until he understood every facet of both their emotions. Was this going to be a plain fuck, or was it the beginning of something really fantastic? There was a need-that much he understood.
There was a need on both their parts, but was it really love, was it fascination, or was it merely a desire for physical gratification that would come to an end when the fucking ended. He didn't want to fuck her and find out his feelings for her were not as powerful as he had originally believed.
Vernon found himself confused and unable to think straight. He wanted to slide out of her arms, walk around the room, feel a little cold air on his body, but he was unable to do any of that. He simply lay there, feeling more than a little numb, listening to the beautiful woman fill his ears with passion-thick words as he sensed her hot, trick-ling fingers moving seductively on his arms and back, watching her sensuously naked and delightful body continue to twist and turn with lust as his own arousal kept on mounting higher and higher in the internal depths of his physical being. Soon it was like a towering tidal wave, and it was curling toward him, threatening to crush him with unimaginable force too powerful for a puny human being like himself to comprehend or stand against.
He was aware his already erected and throbbing penis was growing even thicker, stretching and lengthening until it was painfully hard and jutting up at a forty-five degree angle from his loins. Christ! He had lost all control over himself at this point. His mind was totally lost in the whirling, swirling cyclone of an age-old hunger he was unable to control. There was still that thrilling desire to actually fuck this woman, and he was more aroused than ever, knowing she wanted him to shove his madly pulsating penile organ into the hot, warm, soft depths of her delightfully tender pussy.
Moaning out her constantly strong and over-powering arousal and love for this man, the beautiful black girl's eyes fastened firmly on his viriley erect phallus and she was more aware than ever of its rock-solid readiness. Spiraling lust and maddening wild joy inexplicably mounted in her, leading her to want the man more intensely than ever.
Ummmmmm... he's really hard, now... stiffer than a two-by-four... he loves me, he really loves me, and he wants me, too. He's letting me know I excite and thrill and arouse him. He loves me!
Working herself into a fevered pitch of thrilling sensuality at the sight of Vernon Lincoln's swollen penis in total throbbing erection, the beautiful black lady lifted herself up on one elbow and threw her other arm tightly around the man's neck, tugging his handsome face to hers, beginning to kiss him with an all-consuming, devouring hunger, letting her lips dot his cheeks, his eyes, and his mouth. Her burning, swollen tongue leaped from between her lips to probe into his hungering mouth, and she began deliberately scraping the solidness of her pebble-hard nipples and swollenly upthrust breasts against his chest as her hips continued pumping uncontrollably on the bed. Her wetly pulsating and vibrating vagina continued to secrete the hidden liquids of her raw, intense arousal and passion, so much so that now a small, silvery trail of heated moisture trickled across her naked inner thighs to drip on the artificial bearskin rug.
Vernon, still unsure in his own mind of his motives, tried tugging himself away at first, but the lovely dark-skinned woman clutched him much too tightly, and besides, he had to admit the pressure of her mouth against his was something wonderful he was unable to resist. Her hungrily, swiftly probing oral digit caused lava to bubble to a white heat in his trembling loins and the impatient heat surged through his wildly pulsating penis, forcing its swollenly virile length into an even greater stiffness. The handsome referee moaned now, finding himself completely at a loss for the present, a total, utter slave to the hungering lust which he now felt for this charmingly arousing and delightful female. He found himself a very willing party to all that was suddenly happening at the present, and he was well aware that in the core of his soul the relation-ship he was beginning to build with Christine Jackson was something honest and true. What he felt he knew was based on true love and not just lust-the unquestionable love of a man for a woman-of a male for a female-for he was a hungry man in love with a love-starved woman. This instant in time had been building in the most secret depths of the two of them even since they had agreed to this tryst. Now that everything had surfaced, he realized their merging was as inevitable as the sun rising in the morning.
The man's hungering mouth opened wider under the demanding, sucking kisses of the delightful female coach. He soon discovered her mouth was a honeyed pit from which he was trying to lick all sweetness as he kissed her back, no longer timid about swirling his tongue around hers, sucking her wetly probing tongue deep into his hungering mouth. He moaned and sighed, his voice low in his chest as his hands moved down of their own free will, sliding across her velvet-smooth shoulders, around to touch her tender, soft hips, then moving upward to locate the ripe fullness of her fruit-like breasts. Ummmmm! So soft, so delightful, so absolutely wonderful. Vernon was in seventh heaven as his fingers anxiously fondled Chris' softly resilient paps. Using some instinctive knowledge, knowledge that came from within rather than from his mind, once he found her nipples he rolled the tips of his fingers over them, bringing quivers and mewls of thrilling delight to her lustful, passion-crazed body.
Chris thrillingly reveled in the taste of Vernon Lincoln's tongue and mouth, the thrilling touch of his tantalizing hands on her nakedly sensitive breasts building new heights of sensation in her. Each of the other times she had performed sexually with other men, an anxiety had seized her in the beginning, even though she learned to enjoy what they were doing to her. However with Vernon she felt a deep sense of inner peace forcing the horrible torment from her mind, letting her know for the first time she was not behaving as a prostitute, because this was no longer the paying off of a debt, but an act of love between two people. Vernon loved her as much as she loved him, and in the very same way, and there wasn't anything wrong with it... nothing at all... not when two people really wanted and needed one another as they did. There was no longer any need for her to chastise herself in her dreams for what she had been doing, because she knew for a fact she would never willingly give herself to another man now that she had found Vernon. She had found a new life with this man, and she was very aware this new life with Vernon would transcend everything else in feeling and magnitude. Ohhhh dear Lord! She was already aware of how delightfully virile he was, basically because he was the youngest of all the men to make love to her. She was determined no one else would possess him, and by the same token she intended taking full control of Vernon from now on... if he would allow it. He was hers and she was his.
The shamelessly aroused, black-skinned woman tightly clutched at the lighter-skinned black man, kissing his lips and moaning with hunger while he continued to tweak and fondle her delightfully firm and upthrust breasts, tweaking the turgid nipples ever so gently into more throbbing fullness.
A moment later the lovely woman's eyes flew open and she gasped as she became aware of his hands moving timidly lower, wriggling down across her flat stomach. Then his hesitant fingers were interlacing in the black, fuzzy curls on her venereal mount and brushing the silken strands of hair.
"I want you," Vernon whispered to her. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. I'm going to have you, too."
"Ohhhhh... darling, darling, yes, yes, yes," she gasped, nodding and panting, flaunting her hips forward against the press of his hand.
Vernon was unable to believe this wild effect he was having on this woman whom he discovered he loved. He had never had such an effect on the other women he had fucked. In fact, sex with those few other females had been a cut-and-dried affair. Even more amazing was the fact that his excitement was undeniably very contagious. He was aware of his own hungry desires swelling and burgeoning with a terrifying abruptness that was almost frightening.
Becoming a little more certain of himself now, he relaxed and settled himself closer and closer to the voluptuously naked writhing black woman. He slid his outstretched, probing middle finger through her velvet pubic hair, reaching into the wetly heated flesh of her delightful vaginal furrow. His stretching digit brushed very lightly and gently over the upstanding bud of her sensitive clitoris. This made the beautiful Chris groan all the louder and open her thighs all the wider as if the man had touched some kind of automatic button in her to set her off. Slowly, wonderingly, Vernon moved his finger over the entire moistened length of her delightful, hair-lined vaginal crease, and he was rewarded with the sound of a moan each time he caressed the hardened nub of her clitoris.
Chris began wriggling and twisting, undulating very wildly beneath the constant pressure of his ministrations, rotating her pelvis upward, trying to rub the roof of her vagina where she was most sensitive against his inthrust middle finger. She found herself totally out of control. She had even been out of control with all those other men, but now, with a man she discovered she loved, she was deter-mined to show him how much she needed and wanted him, desirous of him as a lover, as a man, as a cock to be buried deep inside her, putting out all the intolerable fires and flames of burning anguish and primeval hunger. Slowly she reached down between their naked bodies, her hand groping until her fingers closed over the hotly throbbing and pulsating length of his solidly virile penis. Hearing him moan in pleasure, she began gently stroking his virile stiffness, feeling his spongy penile head scraping firmly against the ring formed by the circle of her index finger and thumb. This caused a thrillingly rapturous tingling to charge through every nerve in her shuddering body as she became aware of his heatedly pulsating flesh sliding through the smoothness of her palm. She stroked lovingly, using her fingertips to now and again caress his desire-tightened testicles.
"Uuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh!" the man groaned softly as the lovely woman nakedly sat up and shifted, changing her position to a crouch over his penis, never once removing her gripping fingers from his steel-solid shaft of throbbing flesh. He stared down in utter disbelief as she did something no other woman had ever done for him. She lowered her lovely face to his loins and flicked out her little pink tongue, letting it rest against the swell of his bulging cock-head. "OHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH!" he moaned and gasped. "That's fantastic!"
"Ummmmmmmmmwwwwffffff!" was the only sound her cock-filled mouth made.
The kneeling woman began to swirl a coating of saliva over and around the ultra-sensitive tip of the penis, letting the tongue wrap itself around again and again, teasing the sensitive tip of his prick, moving it so that she finally wiggled the excited tin point of her tongue into the arousingly tender little cut in the opening at the end.
Chris felt a sharp, tingling thrill sear her very intestines, and she bobbed her head, tasting, for the first time in her life, the tantalizing droplets of this particular male's seminal oil. Filled with an overpoweringly forbidden hunger to go further, the lovely black woman dipped her head lower, letting the penis slide from her mouth so her tongue was able to wash over the entire underside of it. She licked the full length of the pulsating penis again and again, tracing a scorching wet path with the tip of her tongue all the way down to the hair-surrounded base, then back up to the minaret-shaped tip again. Then she once again parted her very full lips, hooded the penis with them, then lowered her head, slowly enclosing the full length of his throbbing organ into the tightly sucking warmth of her narrowly ovaled mouth.
"Sheeesh! Wow! Oh Chris... you're terrific... just terrific... hhuunnhh... " he told her, whimpering aloud as chills ran wildly up and down his spine while he felt the painfully stiffened steel shaft of his cock sinking deeper and deeper into the warm wetness of her tantalizing, avidly sucking mouth. Instinctively, just as he had done earlier when buried in the cunts of those few women with whom he had gone to bed, the man began a slow, rhythmic undulation of his narrow hips as he pumped his penis into her lovely face. He was barely able to believe it as he saw her pink, glistening, full lips slowly tighten like a thick rub-her band just beneath the corona of his pulsatingly swollen organ, and then she began slurping on his male prong as if it were a thick banana.
To Chris, this was the most fabulous penis of them all. Thick, long, tasty, and as solid as the best of them, she knew in spite of his arousal, he was still a long, long way from orgasming.
He gasped as he watched her delightedly lust-contorted face, seeing the way her lips stretched around the thick flesh of his powerfully pulsating penis buried in the sweet depths of her saliva-filled mouth. Chris was massaging the soft, resilient skin of his testicles with one hand while continuing to stroke the weighty thick base of his throbbing penis with the other as she began to move the tightness of her warm wet mouth hungrily up and down the organ's pulsatingly swollen length. The sight of his hardened spear of bloated flesh slipping resistingly into and out of the ring of her tightly compressed lips filled Vernon's loins with a strange, wild yearning, and he began jerking his flat hips wildly up and down in a maddening staccato rhythm, as if trying hard to ram the entire length of his extremely virile cock all the way into the narrow depths of her sucking throat.
The loving black woman sucked hungrily, greedily, moving her mouth up and down as the man almost brutally fucked his loins in and out of her oral cave for she was practically going out of her own mind from the sheer excitement of having his wonderfully heated penis beating like a heart in her sucking mouth.
When he shuddered uncontrollably, almost on the verge of a climax, the naked, dark-skinned woman realized how close he was to his satisfaction, and she was determined he wouldn't peak without her. She paused for an instant, thinking about what was the right thing to do. Finally she pulled her mouth away from his excitedly pulsating stiffness and raised her head to smile at the hand-some referee, her lips shining and glossy from the oily moistness of his anxious lubrication mixed with her own saliva.
"Did you like that?" she asked.
"You damn well know I did," he nodded. "Why'd you stop?"
"Any other girl ever do something like this for you before?"
"Hell, no! I never wanted another woman to do it. Yours is the first mouth to touch my cock, and if I have anything to say about it, it'll be the only mouth to touch my cock," he moaned, a new surge of thrilling desire pounding maddeningly through him as he thought of the wonderful pleasures this delightful woman was bringing him. Lord! She was out of this world. He's never known another woman like her, and now that he'd found her, he hoped he'd be able to convince her to stay with him and share his life.
Chris was filled with all kinds of thrills. She was enjoying the taste of him, enjoying the reactions he displayed, and enjoying the aroma of him, so clean, yet so masculinely musky.
She lowered her lovely face once again until her lips were ovaled once more around the angry lavender tip of the man's throbbing, solid penis. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she blissfully sucked his rigid rod of hard flesh into the depths of her tightly hot and eager mouth again, digging her teeth vibrantly into the solidity of his outer flesh casing. His flat hips jerked impatiently against her lovely face, and she swished her tongue around and around the bloated glans as the man continued to solidly slam his lust-thickened penis against the back of her mouth. She was aware of her vaginal slit flooding with heated excitement and the throbbing in her love-starved vaginal interior threatened to unhinge her mind. She had to have the handsome man's long, solid length of steaming cock embedded solidly inside her frantically pulsating vagina. She would go totally out of her mind if she didn't get relief.
"OOOOOOH... WOWWWWW... mom-ma you have one swell mouth on you... suck it... suck it... " his muffled cry came to her ears as she felt his churning buttocks lift completely off the bearskin rug beneath him and begin spinning in the air.
The lovely lady sucked insatiably at the length of his hard and virile organ, the tasty piquancy of his youthful genital alone being almost enough to bring her to her own satisfaction. She tenderly cupped the sperm-bloated testicles in the palm of her hand, and then the dark-skinned woman began to feverishly lave the entire length of his pulsating penis with the flat of her working tongue, feeling it swell and grow even larger, until she was terrified beyond belief. It was hot, it was pulsing, and it was now longer and thicker than either that of Sherm Herman or Hamid Dimhi, and she knew there was no way she was going to fit such a monster inside her. Still, she intended trying, and the thought of trying set her vagina on fire.
Vernon stared at the foxy lady's continually bobbing head, watching it work demoniacally around the throbbing stiffness of his working penis as it pounded intolerably against the back of her throat, seeking to open her esophagus and enter. He felt an irresistible mounting pressure continuing to build to the explosion point in his sperm-flooded testicles, and he was aware it would not be much longer, now. He was going to shoot any second, and he was waiting for her mouth to slide down his tubular length one more time, just waiting for his frantically shuddering penis to unleash its sperm and blow gushes of it into her belly. Hell! They had all day tomorrow, and he had no intention of letting this lovely broad get away from him. But at the last second she once again withdrew her mouth, and a second later she was climbing nakedly up over him. He felt her ragged breath on his face as she gasped out, "Honey... I have to have that cock inside of me before I simply explode. I want to feel it buried all the way in my cunt, man! I want to feel you making love to me... ohhh Godd! I want so many things, but right now I'll settle for a fucking," she gasped, and then pressed her own wetly open mouth against the hungering lips.
With an overpowering hunger, the lovely woman kissed him repeatedly while guiding her damply pulsating vagina into position above his upright stalk of solidly hard masculine flesh.
With a deep, unsatisfying cry of lust, the hand-some Vernon forced his mouth away from the tantalizing lips that had just sucked his cock. He rolled her over so she lay on her back, and now it was his turn to climb over her nakedly trembling body. Impatient moans escaped down his throat as he reached down and wormed his outstretched middle finger into the tenderly soft and warmly quivering slit of her tantalizing vagina, again. His eyes filled themselves with the sight of her natural naked loveliness as they traveled downward wantonly toward her wriggling vaginal mound. He thought about what she had done to him. She had asked no questions, but had simply lowered her head to his loins and had sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth. Was he able to do less for her? Without even thinking about it any longer, the handsome referee slid down the length of her nakedly twisting and turning torso until his own face was directly above the softly curling hair of her delectable vagina. He pushed his face-lower, touching the base of her belly with his tongue, then trailed said tongue downward, licking the full length of her wetly splayed vaginal furrow, feeling the sweet pussy hairs tickling his nose and cheeks. The aroma of her warmly perfumed vagina drove him almost over the brink of sanity as he heard the loving black lady gasp out her desire.
"AANNGGHH... OONNGGHHZ... HHHUUUNNNHHH... OHHHHHH... I... can't stand it... can't stand it... ummm... feels so good... so good... so good... too good to be true... don't want to climax this way. Darling, sweet, darling Vernon, put it into me... please... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me...
The handsome referee merely opened his mouth a little wider and moved his tongue downward along the smoothly wet, moistened slit, letting the tip of his oral organ probe into the succulent, pink-fleshed opening of the woman's seething vagina. He began orally fucking her faster and harder, sliding his anxious tongue all the way inside her wetly dilated inner channel. He assumed this was the right way to do it, even though he had never done it before. One thing was certain, and that was he was enjoying the delicious taste of her a lot more than he had initially imagined he might. The hand-some man was enjoying the constant unintelligible sounds she was making as he continued swirling his oral organ around and around in the sweet satiny interior of her tenderly soft and pulsating vaginal lips. He had no idea a woman would enjoy this so much, and this particular woman whom he loved was really going bananas. He had her totally helpless for the moment, and there was nothing the sweet lady was able to do to stop him. He was the master, the lord, the boss, and the idea he was totally dominating this woman he loved sent a surge of thrilling power through his shuddering brain.
"OOONNNHHH... AAANNNHHH... UUUNNNHHH... " the lovely black woman continued chanting, her mind a swirling haze of mindless ecstasy.
Drawing the full length of his moistly probing tongue out of her vagina, he moved it downward, letting it lick lightly against the tiny little starred pucker of her anus. For a man who knew nothing of oral sex, Vernon was really impressing Chris. She sucked her breath in in a gulping swallow, overwhelmed because this was the man she loved who was doing this and not some weirdo basketball coach-though she had to admit it was because of two weirdo basketball coaches she was really able to enjoy everything she was doing with Vernon Lincoln, right now.
She flung her buttocks firmly into the handsome youth's face as hard as she was able, helping him, enabling him to dig his tongue deeper into her for-bidden rectal opening. Her nakedly aroused and shivering body quivered under the constant oral assault and the lovely Negress almost went completely insane as bolt after bolt of thrilling electricity wantonly rippled pleasurably through her shuddering loins. Good Lord! She was unable to stand anymore. He just had to fuck her, now. She had no idea why she was so overwhelmed by the idea that it was him doing it to her, yet it thrilled her more than anything she had ever done with anyone else.
"Verrrnonnn... honey... baby... come on, man, please... fuck me now, I can't... uhhhhhhhh... hold offfff... I need that big heavy cock of yours inside meeeee... ohhhh... Goddddd... I-I'm dyinnnng for youuuuu... " she begged, pulling on his almost crewcut scalp with all her feminine strength. Then she felt his wetly lapping oral digit returning to her love-starved vagina. "No morrre... no morrre... ooooonnnnnhhhhh... come up... fuck meeeeeee... nowwwww... "
Unable to control his lusting need any longer, . the hungering referee finally eased his mouth away from the depths of her wildly quivering vagina, tickling her with his tongue as he slid it along the length of her body, stopping only when he finally reached her delectable mouth.
"Wow!" he moaned. "I've never had a woman get me this hot before," he told her. "I feel ready to fire a wad right now," he gasped as his mouth avidly sought hers again. His hungering kisses were long and deep, his thrusting tongue smearing the taste of her vaginal juices through her mouth, letting her know how good she tasted. Then, miraculously, he was aware of her parting her long, beautiful legs very wide... wider... wider, digging her heels into the sheet of perspiration covering the rug beneath her... lifting her vagina and pressing it into the hotly moistened length of throbbing penis.
Without even thinking, Chris reached down and grasped the handsome referee's throbbing cock, and then began guiding it toward the waiting mouth of her tender feminine maw. She used the thick, spongy head as a wedge, determined no matter how thick his penis was, she was going to fit it inside her. Little by little the onion-shaped glans separated her labia, and the lovely young dark-haired, dark-eyed, dark-skinned woman gasped aloud as the penis began pushing, moving into her mucous membranes. It drove slowly inward, filling her every fiber with lustful desire.
"Ohhhhhnnnggghhh... yessss... yes... morrrrre... uuunnnhhh... dooo ittttt... " she moaned, her body writhing in wild, ungovernable ecstasy.
Vernon gasped and sighed with licentious delight and flicked his hips lightly forward, wanting to do it right... wanting to be very gentle, yet wanting to make the two of them enjoy it completely. He was determined this would be the best thing either of them had ever known.
"Chrissyyy... ooonnnhhh... Chrissy... ohhhhhh... wowwweee... uuunhhh... " he loudly gasped, though he felt his throat was paralyzed with lust, sensing the soft, delectable warmth of her tender pussylips slowly separating, then solidly closing around his penile head that was so ultra-sensitive. At this point Vernon was afraid to move. The thrillingly pleasurable sensations were far beyond anything he had ever expected or even imagined, and he simply didn't know how he was going to keep his semen under control. The sensual feeling of her heatedly throbbing vaginal flesh surrounding the hard, swollen lance of his delving penis was enough to make him want to blast his load almost immediately. He had fucked a few other women in his lifetime, but a pussy had never felt this good. Oghhh... Christ! This woman was uncommonly special, and he'd be a damn fool to ever let go of her. No wonder all those coaches were so hot after her. Hell! He'd see to it she never lost another game again. He wanted her cunt for himself from now on.
"Come on, man!" Chris urged him desperately. She gasped and shuddered, lifting her naked hips as her body pumped itself up and down automatically, wanting nothing more than to have the wonderful man she loved fuck her again and again until she attained her own wildly unbelievable orgasm. So far, she hadn't climaxed once, which was highly unusual, since with other men she would have peaked at least three times by now. "Come on, Vernon," she urged. "You know what to do. Just slide it in and out, in and out." God! When he finally did bring her to her satisfaction it was going to be one helluva climax. Oh yes! This was indeed going to be the orgasm of a lifetime.
"Ooooooh... wowwww... gal, you sure know how to make a man feel really good... " Vernon gasped.
He struggled, fighting back the overpowering sensations threatening to make his wildly throbbing penis prematurely ejaculate, the gasping basketball referee and lawyer yanked his wildly pulsating organ out until only the swollen cock-head was all that remained embedded in the tight depths of the young woman's moistly clasping vagina. Then he hurled himself forward again, feeling her lovely hips move smoothly around his body, lancing up to meet his downward plunge, burying the full length of his throbbingly erect and swollen cock in the tight depths of her warm womanly interior.
He was aware of the feeling of delight as his heavily swaying, dangling testicles whacked against the upturned cheeks of the black lady's satiny sheened buttocks, and it served as an arousing stimulant to his already shocking need. Oh man! What he had done with all those other ladies was nothing compared to this. This was fucking, really fucking. It was almost as if this were his first time because he was inside the body of the one black lady he really adored. He began moving carefully, slowly, instinctively, a slow, revolving, grinding motion with his pelvis as he ground his throbbing organ into her wetly writhing pussy while she rotated her delightfully naked asscheeks even higher off the mattress-like bearskin rug, straining to get every last little bit of his virile young penis inside her love-starved vagina. She moaned, letting him know she wanted him to thrust even harder, aching to feel the runaway cock pound the lips of her entryway right into the narrow inner tunnel, and he continued rocking above her, using consistently long, violent strokes that jolted her shuddering body each time her buttocks came slamming down against the floor. Chills of delightfully thrilling excitement and rapture spiraled through the full length of her quivering spine as she felt the increased tempo of his youthfully hardened shaft continually fucking in and out of her ecstatically throbbing vagina.
"Uuuunnnggghhh... ooohhh... goood God! Fuck me, man... fuck me real hard... then fuck me againnnn... " the lovely Negress wailed as she began rotating and cork-screwing her body against the man's wonderfully stiffened length of solid cock. Sex had been fantastic before, but now it was utterly out of this world. What made it all the more interesting was the fact that only one man was doing all this to her. Certainly she had never felt anything even vaguely resembling this wildly mindless rapture. "Uuuum-mmphhh! Beautiful, baby, beautiful. Fuck mom-ma a little harder you wonderful nigger."
Hurriedly now the loving Vernon intensified and increased the pace of his driving strokes in spite of the fact that he was aware he was unable to hold his own balls back much longer. He was already feeling a never-before-brimming volcano in his loins as his balls prepared for eruption.
Chris pumped her cock-hungry vagina up and down all the more swiftly, her cunt enclosing his cock that much more tightly as she drove herself in simultaneous rhythm to Vernon's constant downward thrusts, her entire naked body twisting and turning with unbridled wantonness as she continued seeking her ultimate satisfaction.
Now the handsome basketball referee was slamming into the wildly moaning woman with increased force, each time drawing his lasciviously swollen cock almost all the way out of her tautly clinging vaginal sheath, then viciously plunging in again un-til his sperm-bloated balls whacked solidly against her tiny puckered anal opening. The pressure was continuing to mount, billowing up from the depths of his tautly squeezing scrotum, and Vernon's head swam with the knowledge he was going to pour his sperm into the pussy of a woman for whom he had really deep feeling. His seed would bloat her with his undying love and satisfaction.
The beautiful Negress was tossing her head from side to side in wild abandonment, rejoicing in the depths of her impalement on the wonderfully hardened length of throbbing penis. Rapturous little moans were escaping from between her lips, moans that grew louder and then became a wail of loud, continuous pleading. She was ready to hit the top of the rainbow. She had to get there. Her heels dug into the rug beneath her as she raised her buttocks higher to receive the man's continual powering strokes, and this movement caused her tight vaginal muscles to tug even more on his pistoning, solid cock. She was aware of his long, swollen penis growing even thicker, swelling, pulsating, enlarging more... more... and even more.
"Ohhhhh momma!" Vernon gasped. "I just can't... uhhhh... hold back the... ooooo-hhhhhhh... tide any lonnngerrrrr... "
"Let go! Let go!" she instructed.
"EEYYAAGGHHUUNNGGHHAARRGGHHUUNNGGHHAAWWAANNGGHH!" he bellowed, feeling the river of semen pushing through his penis into the seething depths of her vagina. He felt as if the head of his cock was going to be torn right off.
"UUNNGGGHHH... MEEEEEEEE... UUUNNNGGGHHH... TOOOOOOO... HHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH-AAARRRGGGHHH!" she screeched, feeling his hot, exploding sperm shooting into the depths of her squishing tunnel.
He groaned out his orgasm as he continued firing into her, sending one burst of sperm into the tight depths of her vagina, making her writhe and wriggle and squirm.
After a seeming eternity, their orgasms finally seemed to fade away, and for a long, long time the two of them lay quietly together unaware of anything other than the erotic wonderment of satisfaction each was feeling in the arms of the other. Their hearts pounded in their bodies, slowly but surely subsiding to a natural beat. After several minutes they fell asleep on the hearth with the fire blazing before them, the quick-drying sperm gluing the two of them together in what appeared to be eternal love.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was inevitable that Vernon and Chris not only fell in love, but stayed in love, and as a result, Chris decided the only smart thing to do was to give up coaching the girls' semi-pro basketball team. When the other managers and coaches asked her why, she explained she was getting married, and she had no time for basketball any longer. It was her girls who were disappointed more than anyone, because a new coach probably wouldn't command nearly as much respect from them.
The night before she was scheduled to leave the team, the girls took her out for dinner, and after-ward, when they all separated after coming out of the restaurant, Walter Boland and his assistant coach, his brother, Felipe, accosted her.
"Hi, Walter," she smiled at him. "Sorry, but you don't get free nookie any longer, at least not from me."
"Well then," Walter said to her. "Let's go somewhere and celebrate your good fortune."
"I just finished celebrating," she told him. "Just one drink," he insisted.
"Yeah," Felipe insisted. "Just one drink." Felipe didn't look anything like Walter. To begin with, he was better-looking, with a round, baby face, though he was slightly taller than Walter, and a little heavier. Before she had a chance to argue with the Bolands, the two brothers whisked her off in Felipe's car, and she suddenly found herself being led into Walter's apartment where a drink was hastily poured for the three of them and, after toasting Chris's marriage, they drank.
"Now," Walter said to her, "a farewell fuck."
"Now wait a minute... " she protested.
"No, no, no, no, no," he insisted. "You wait a minute. The last time we were together I didn't fuck you. That means you kind of owe me one. Felipe here will also help, just to make you doubly happy. We want you to really enjoy this, Chris."
"Now hold on "
"Unh, unh," Walter insisted. "You hold on. How would you like it to get back to your girls that you had to fuck to get them games? What do you think they would think of you after I told them that much?"
"You wouldn't do that," she insisted.
"But you know damn well I would," he nodded. "Let's get down to it, honey. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish."
Chris tried to pull away from them, but the two men held her and Felipe pulled her dress over her head, then removed her underthings. They carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the mattress. Chris knew what was coming next and lay there, feeling abject horror as her black body glistened in the room's lone ceiling light.
She shut her eyelids so tightly, stars danced before her in the darkness of her fear. Tears welled up in her eyes. Here she finally had a chance to get away from all this, and the Boland brothers were dragging her right back into it.
Chris shivered, feeling a little dirty at having been touched by this man. She wondered how many other women the Bolands had raped on this mattress. She also wondered how many girls who played on the team had to "lie down" as a prerequisite to making the team.
She was aware her legs were being spread wide apart by Walter. She flinched in spite of herself when his finger parted the softness of her pubic hairs and touched her vaginal lips. Her eyes went to Felipe, who was paring his fingernails with a large knife he had extracted from somewhere-or-other, and she knew he probably used that knife to keep the women in line. In fact, she was afraid he would use the knife on her if she didn't do as Walter wished.
Walter continued massaging her labia, but Chris felt a numbness down there. The numbness lasted until the man's finger reached her clitoris. Then he lowered his head and put his full lips on it, sucking it as if it were a small penis. Chris's body tightened up, stiffening automatically as she felt the unwelcome sensations begin smoldering in her vagina. Next she was aware of his hot tongue curling into the depths of her seething pussy. She felt as if he had crammed an electric cattle prod into her. She jumped, trying to pull herself away from him. Then the slow, rhythmic tantalizing lapping began again. The black woman flexed the muscles along her inner thighs, attempting to make the unwanted feelings of pleasure go away, but this only added to her further, enjoyment. With the tensing of her thighs, Walter went back to the lapping of her tiny, pulsating clitoral bud.
"You're one foxy lady," Walter said, smiling. "Too bad you didn't stay with the league a little longer. Just when things were getting interesting, you had to quit."
Chris began sobbing as moans rose from her throat. She realized what the sensations rising in her body implied. In spite of the fact that she detested Walter, in spite of her love for Vernon, she was being aroused by what he was doing. Nerve-endings in her vagina were betraying her all over again. This was ridiculous. Why was she allowing herself to be manhandled this way?
But even as she thought of the question, she knew the answer. She was being manhandled because she was afraid Felipe might cut her with his long knife.
In spite of her revulsion at what Walter was doing, she found her abdomen rising and falling with increasing rapidity. Walter was taking long, slurping licks with his tongue, using his nose to buffet her clitoris while his scraggly mustache was scraping against her tightly clenched cunt. She knew she was beginning to secrete lubricants, but it wasn't until she found her pubis starting to rotate lasciviously into the man's smiling face that she realized she was once again lost. Her shamelessly aroused torso was wriggling all by itself, now. His hungry mouth enclosed her soft vaginal labia, and he began sucking like a hungry bear at a honeycomb. Exquisite sensations shot across her loins, charging through the hidden nerve-endings in her vagina. His drooling mouth kept her vaginal lips tightly clamped, though his tongue somehow managed to pressure its way through her labia and Chris went bananas trying to control her reactions.
Finally-and she was well aware the instant it was happening-she reached the point of no-return. She was going to have an orgasm. She ground her body into the mattress fighting it, but muscles and nerves all rebelled against discipline, seeking instead the needed, necessary release. Then her pelvis was jerking and twitching, and her hands, locked behind his head, were trying to pull the evil man's face all the way into the seething depths of her tingling vagina, and a voice she was unable to control began screaming, "IIII'MMMM... UUUNNNNNGGGHHH... OOOOHHHH... THERRRRE... OHH AAUUNNGGHH AARRGGHH!"
She was almost unconscious from the combination of shame and satiety when she was aware Walter was raising her knees and pushing them against her chest. Abruptly she felt his naked penis pressing against her vagina, and for the first time she realized the two men in the room were also undressed.
She attempted to clamp her thighs shut, but the movement merely caused the man to slide forward, and his slender, solid penis slid almost effortlessly into the tightly squeezing depths of her interior. It hit the mouth of her womb, her cervix then bounced off and slid deeper into her vagina.
"Hhhhuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped.
Even though Walter's penis was relatively slender, the force with which it had entered her was more than a little painful.
"Hey, you like it, I can tell," Walter laughed.
He pushed it in, then pulled it out, and the withdrawal motion was a little unpleasant. When she had climaxed, her lubrication had all left her body, and though she was far from dry inside, she wasn't as oily as she had been earlier, and the cock felt somewhat abrasive. He began rapidly fucking her now, and she jerked her eyes open to see the half-amused smile on the man's countenance. He was fucking the ass off her and enjoying every second of it.
Her vagina felt sore, as if it were being rubbed with sandpaper instead of a cock, and the flesh felt ready to split. His penis lay throbbing, sunk all the way into the depths of her belly, filling as much of her as possible.
Walter grinned down at her, then he flexed his throbbing cock inside her trembling belly, feeling it jerk against her inner flesh. "Uuunnnggghhh!" she gasped, seeing he was purposely fucking her this way to keep her from enjoying it, further.
Slowly the waiter tugged his cock from her tight vaginal container, tugging it until it was almost halfway out, then just as slowly he pushed it back in. He fucked her this way for the next few minutes.
"Damn you, you honky spic," she snapped, "You're fucking me while I'm too dry."
After her orgasm, she had tightened up a bit inside, and as a result, Walter's penis, which normally would not have bothered her at all, created the impression it was much bigger than it was, stretching her dry walls as if they had never been stretched before. Little by little she began lubricating again, and soon the movement was becoming less and less painful.
The man continued pushing his penis in and out very slowly, and Chris heard her pink vagina making all kinds of lewd sucking sounds as Walter's cock slipped moistly in and out of her fully opened vagina. That, too, suddenly began to add to the forbidden excitement she was feeling. Tingles coursed through her shuddering body.
"Y'know," Walter said to her. "Here I am, fucking you after having made you climax with my mouth, and I don't ever get a 'thank you' from you. I think before I finish fucking you, you'll have to beg me a little for it."
"Ohhhhhhh Goddddd! No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o... please!" That would indeed be adding insult to injury. This was all too sordid-all right. She had maintained some small shred of pride because she knew she was being raped. But to beg him would rid her of that pride.
Chris clenched her teeth shut very, very tightly when she felt the warmth and pleasant pressure. When Walter's penis twitched again, she felt her own inner vaginal muscles involuntarily responding, sucking inward, bringing a smile to the man's half-Cuban face.
She fought with every bit of willpower she had to keep from twitching again. In her struggles she hadn't been conscious of doing it in the first place. She was still uncertain how it happened initially against her will. Oh please... please... just don't let it happen again. But it did happen and there was a small sigh from Walter. It happened again, then again, and again. She felt it as if she had an electric milking machine between her thighs, and it was tugging on his cock.
"You have a sweet cunt, Chris," he told her. "Let's just see how much of this you can take."
Walter was making slow rocking motions between her slender thighs. She felt the narrow passageway to her hotly grinding belly being widened with each short stroke. The friction had caused her vaginal interior to run with oils within seconds, letting her experience more and more willing anticipation. Heated passion was being thrust into her with every stroke of the cock. She felt it creeping deeper and deeper into her. She tried fighting that feeling, as well. She fought her breathing, realizing it was becoming more and more shallow with each passing second. The perspiration was popping out on her forehead as she fought a desperately losing battle with her pelvis after seeing it shamelessly lifting to meet the downward thrust of Boland's cock. She struggled and forced her buttocks back to the mattress. An instant later it was sneakily beginning to rise, though.
"Ooooonnnnhhhh!" the lovely woman moaned, and then, as suddenly as it began, the battle ended. Chris's body was asserting its independence from her morals, her convictions, her oncoming marriage, and everything else she held dear. The lascivious flames of seething lust coursed licentiously through her veins, and her heart speeded up its action in the desire to get the rapture contaminated blood flooding through every part of her trembling body. Her pelvis was the first part of her to unleash itself. After a long, hard struggle, it finally began moving up and down in regulated rhythm of its own volition on the throbbing rod of hardness buried inside the pussy... two things moving in harmony and mounting excitement. Her inner muscles went next, twitching against, massaging, and milking the cock for its entire length. One section of muscle squeezed so tightly on Walter's thrusting cock he groaned, "Jesus, Chris! Why the hell d'you wanna go off and get married. You really know how to fuck. I'm gonna miss this sweet cunt of yours."
Everything was going completely out of control. Chris was mentally out of her body, watching herself move, and to her it was the action of a lust-crazed, wanton tramp moving beneath the weight of a man she had come to despise. Her face and features were beginning to twist with unbridled desire and passion. Her body wriggled under him, and she sang low hums of passionate encouragement with each new thrust of his penis. Her breath was now leaving her body in panting shortness. Her lovely legs on either side of his driving hips were moving in tiny lascivious circles as if she were using a hula hoop while lying down. Now there was nothing but thrillingly delicious sensations of lying beneath a man who was swiftly bringing her to the peak of delightful and delicious sexual glory, and though it didn't begin to compare with what she felt with Vernon, it was still a feeling she needed. She was about to climax again, and gasped, "Uuuunnnnhhhh... it's going to happen again... I'm... uhhhhh... going to have an orgasssmmm... "
That was when Walter stopped pumping. Unbelievingly, she looked at his oily perspiring face, and he laughed, saying. "You jiggies really love to fuck, don't you."
She stared at him, seething hatred in her inflamed eyes, her nostrils quivering with each short breath she took. He wiped it all out by flexing his cock inside her, making her sigh. "Ooooonnnnhhhh!" she gasped.
"You dig the way I'm fucking you, nigger?" he asked.
He flexed his cock inside her again, and then again.
"Heaven help me... yesssss... she gasped out loud, the sound coming from the depths of her lungs. "All right, all right, you win... fuck me, damn you!"
"Like you've never been fucked before," Walter gloated. It was the boast of all men, yet none of them were ever able to make it that much better.
"Yes," she nodded. "Please... anything... anything... " she groaned, her pelvis helplessly moving up and down, up and down as she ached to bring herself to completion.
Walter throbbed his pulsating cock again, unexpectedly clasping her buttocks tightly in each of his hands. He rolled over, carrying the lovely Negress with him, his penis buried to the depths in her seething vagina now wildly stretched.
Chris propped her knees on the mattress with his legs between hers. Walter gripped her buttocks and lifted them up and down, up and down, making her ride his cock again and again as if she were riding a merry-go-round horse, her vagina reaching hopefully for the elusive stiffness of his upraised penis. She moaned with wild delight as she found this new position permitted extra friction of his cock against her upper vaginal wall. Chris hated herself for what she was doing, yet she realized the impossibility of not being able to do it. She was his helpless servant now, even though she was the one on top. The cock was the thing, and she slammed her body down against his unmercifully... bouncing wildly up and down, flaunting her naked pelvis at him as if she were attempting to stake herself on his cock, wanting to drive it right up into her heart.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" the black woman gasped.
Everything seemed to be coming together, and she moved faster, tightening her vaginal muscles, letting him know she was all set to climax, when suddenly Walter's arms gripped her hips and held her locked onto his cock. He pulled her down on him so her breasts were rubbing into his almost hairless chest, and her buttocks were helplessly exposed. She sat perfectly still, totally impaled on the shillelagh locked inside her.
Abruptly she jerked upward as she felt a finger poking into her rectum. Turning her head, she saw Felipe, whom she had forgotten, also as naked as Walter, with an erection equal in size and in stiffness to that of his brother, and he smiled, saying, "Hi there," and rammed his finger all the way into her rectum.
It was going to be another sandwich, only this time no lubricant other than saliva was being used, so even if Felipe's cock was thinner than Sherm Herman's, it was going into a much drier, and therefore a much narrower hole.
"Her ass is open enough," Walter said. "Go ahead and fuck her."
Felipe climbed onto the bed, peeling open her buttocks with his thumbs. He leaned forward and let a large glob of saliva fall on her spine and drip its way into her rectal crevice, finally coming to rest against her asshole. Then he shuffled forward between her thighs, his hands clamped tightly on her hips. Chris tried fighting it, but she was caught in Walter's immovable grip. The head of Felipe's penis slipped easily into the widely stretched anal opening and he kept right on fucking it in until all of a sudden his balls slapped against those of his brother, below.
"Hhhhaaauuunnnggghhh!" Chris gasped. "You're... uuuunnnnhhhh... hurting me."
The truth was, because her asshole had been used once before, she was able to take Felipe's cock in there without as much pain as she had feared. Still, it felt as if someone had shoved a pillow-covered statue all the way up into her large intestine. Her asshole was filled, her vagina was filled, and once again there was only a single thin tissue of tender flesh separating the two penises. They continued to rub and bump against one another like hungry sharks around a tasty tidbit.
It was not before the two half-Cubans began fucking her regularly between them-like a Raggedy Ann doll being tossed back and forth, that she really felt helpless. Even the wild experience with Hamid Dimhi and Sherm Herman was mild com-pared to this.
Felipe began driving in and out of her narrow rectum with maniacal fury. It was obvious Walter was on the brink of his own orgasm, and as the moments passed, Chris felt her discomfort being replaced by a kind of masochistic pleasure. Unable to escape, unable to prevent this from happening to her, her body had no recourse but to accept.
Once more the Negress began losing control of her body. She was aware of her orgasm hovering, hanging over her like some bird of prey looking for a place to settle.
Then, with a frightening suddenness, she suddenly found herself there. It was she, in a suddenly overpowering desperate hunger wrenched control from the two men, and she began frantically bucking between them, urging them on to harder, deeper, longer thrusts. She reared her hotly grinding cheeks high in the air to accept the full depth of Felipe's cock in her asshole, then ground herself heavily downward to skewer herself once again on Walter's wildly pistoning penis in her devouring vagina.
"YAGHUNGHARGHAUNGHARGH!" she screamed, her voice a loud soprano. A sweet upheaval began in her vagina, then seconds later it reacted in her rectum, and when Walter pressed a thumb against her clitoris, she had yet another orgasm. She came in all three places at the same time and then felt the two men erupting, shooting their sperm inside her vagina and her rectum.
Then the door to the apartment was heard bursting open, and all of Chris's girls came bursting into the bedroom.
"See!" Rosie yelled. "I told you they were forcing her to do something against her will. Come on girls, let's dribble their heads. We'll show these Bolands we know how to throw them for a basket."
The girls charged the trio and Chris was swept off as her team jumped on the two Bolands and began punching, kicking, biting, scratching, and pulling their hair. The men squirmed and writhed and tried fighting back, but the athletic girls were too much for them.
When it was over, Angela, one of the few white girls on the team, a substitute forward, said, "Maybe we don't play the regular game as good as your girls, but we can sure take care of our own." They took Chris into the bathroom and helped her take a long, hot bath, and she heard one of the girls warning the Bolands, saying, "If this gets back to her husband, we girls will come ahead and cut your testicles off. She's going to get married tomorrow, and all of us are going to be her brides-maids, and she'll have a good marriage in spite of what you fellas try and do to her."
Afterward, she was helped from the tub, and the girls dressed her, and they walked out of the Boland apartment after the girls had tom all of Walter Boland's clothes and smashed his utilities. They knew he wasn't going to complain to anyone."
CHAPTER NINE
The wedding went off without a hitch, and Vernon and Chris decided they would spend the honeymoon in his little cabin. He had bought it on a whim for only a few thousand dollars from a bankrupt builder, and it was the perfect place to spend holidays and summers.
As soon as they got to the cabin the two of them undressed, and Vernon led Chris to the bed, made her lie down, and then he rolled over on top of her. He wasn't even hard yet, but as he rubbed his cock against her pelt, it swelled and thickened to its former glory. Chris reached down and guided the swollen head against the inner lips of her soft muff. She rubbed it up and down against her seething clitoris, and as her little bud hardened and expanded, so did his penis get even stiffer and thicker. It felt good being married to a man who meant something to her. From now on the whole world was going to be a good place for Chris Lincoln. Mmmmmm! It felt so good to rub his penis against her vagina without pushing it inside, and yet she knew if she didn't put it in she would burst. He burrowed his penis into her like a groundhog moving into his den, sinking it deeper and deeper until the hairy roundnesses of their protruding pelvises came rubbing together. They pressed so hard against one another, their hairs intertwined.
Chris raised her vagina to him and literally fucked back. The two of them were virtually grinding their pelvic bones against one another.
"Thatta girl!" Vernon gasped. "You're going to be a helluva wife."
"Not only that, but I'm going to be one helluva mistress, mother, and lover, too."
"Don't I know it," he smiled. "That's why I married you."
He began pounding into her in earnest, and sure enough, the two of them seemingly rode off into the sunset together with Vernon continually pounding into Christine's pussy for what seemed like eternity.
