Chapter 10
Peg knew that she would say later that it was the liquor. That old Debbil Scotch made me do it! But at that particular moment she wasn't philosophizing about the drumming itch that had been heating her depraved loins, about all that recapturing of the sexual acrobatics in the motel with Georgios and company. Huh-uh. At the moment she was only thinking how nice it would be to get madly fucked by a stranger with a black body!
And the garbage collector might well have been sent by the real devil from the yawning gates of hell.
"Wanna drink?" she chirred at the grinning Negro, holding up the half-empty bottle of Scotch without making so much as a token move to hide her nudity.
The grin widened even more on the inky features of her backyard visitor, but at the same time his eyes darted a bit suspiciously in the direction of the big house.
"You tryin' to shit me, lady?" he asked huskily. "You trying to git this black boy's ass blown off with a shotgun!"
She chuckled spicily. "If it's my husband you're worrying about-"
"It's him and whoever else is in that house."
She moved her legs languidly apart so that he could get a blinding look at the way the hairs on her pussy gleamed in the sunlight. His eyes riveted themselves hungrily right at the center of her crotch. Her own slightly intoxicated eyes moved over him at the same time, drinking in the facts that collectively began to make her savagely determined not to let him get away: six feet of solid black man, muscled arms as big around as her calves, trim hips, and a face just slightly short of Sidney Poitier's.
"There's nobody here but us chickens," she purred, holding the bottle of Scotch up toward him again. "Now how's about a drink?"
She could see that he didn't know whether to crap or go blind. But she could also see that something was beginning to happen in his pants-something a little like the erecting of a circus tent pole.
"Lady, I got garbage to tote off."
"It can wait."
She felt deliciously abandoned now, and she wondered just how much her feeling had to do with the fact that it was a Negro she was talking to. Having been brought up in the South, she still had all those old female superstitions clinging like moss to her brain. All black men are immoral as alley cats, and all of them love to fuck white women, and all of them are hung like supermen!
"Lady ... uh ... I ain't one of these new niggers you been reading about. I ain't as liberated as some Yankee black boys who things they can-"
"Cut out the politics," she said. "I'm not asking you to vote for me-I'm asking you to screw me."
Her lusty language almost made his ears point!
"You here all by yourself?" he breathed.
"Uh-huh-horny and drunk. You ought to be able to tell both of those things by looking at me."
Once again his helplessly interested grin spread over his face, and she got an enticing look at a row of perfect white teeth.
"You'll don't want humped right here, does you?"
She smiled. "Only unless it's the only way I can get it, you hunky stud."
He hesitated only a few seconds. "Something tells this old boy he better run like a rabbit ... but..."
"But you think it might be nicer to fuck like a rabbit, eh?"
He grinned lecherously, and she could see that he had a heroic hard-on now. The damned thing was poking up against his pants leg like an axe handle.
"You want some hard black meat, lady, you got some," he husked.
"That's nice," she crooned.
She didn't bother to dress. With the tall weathered-board fence that Harry had insisted on putting up all around the place, the neighbors couldn't have seen into the yard with a periscope. Not even Mrs. Fenway, the nosy old maid next-door, and Peg had to grin a bit thinking what that old arrogant bag would have thought if she could have seen her leading a big black buck up to her bedroom!
They went straight up to the master bedroom-or almost straight up. Midway on the carpeted stairs, she couldn't resist the lewd notion to unbutton the garbage man's pants and pull that huge fuck-rod out of his fly. His prick was like a black stallion's, so long and thick that her small white fingers looked like a doll's hands holding it.
"Lord, my mother was right," she wheezed, feeling up and down the murderously stiff column of dark meat. "But she didn't tell me you don't have to get raped to enjoy one of you."
"Ain't never had to rape nobody yet," he said, grinning, and keeping his large arms hanging politely at his sides while she stroked his coal-black peter with both hands, making it grow even longer and stiffer under the teasing.
"I can see why," she managed weakly. "Any female who wouldn't hold still for something like this has got to be either crazy or queer!"
He grinned again appreciatively as she rolled back the thick snout of dark skin surrounding the glans of his uncircumcised cock. The big pink bulb of his prickhead appeared, making a colorful contrast to the inky hue of the rest of his penis. She had never seen a meatus as big as the one he had, and the thought of feeling that ball of spongy flesh pushing back the walls of her pussy made the nipples of her tits begin to harden the point.
"C'mon," she breathed, pulling him gently on up the stairs by clasping both her hands around his enormous sex, "let's go screw ourselves silly!"
It was only when she reached the bedroom that she had the best idea of all-an idea that made her clit wag like a finger against the hairs of her cunt.
"You like vibrators?" she asked huskily.
She could tell by the blank look on his face that he was just a country boy who did it by the book.
"You know," she continued, feeling as sluttish as an old whore with a fourteen-year-old boy, "those plastic things that look like flashlights."
He still looked dumb.
"Women put them up their pussies and play like they're pricks," she said flatly.
That rang a lustful bell in his head.
"I don't know nothin' about no new-fangled kind," he said innocently, "but back home in Georgia the gals used to do it with cucumbers and candles."
"We've come a long way," she said. "But vibrators can do wonders for a male, too. You hop that beautiful body of yours out of all those clothes and I'll show you."
He didn't have to be asked twice. While he shucked out of his duds, she dug in the closet and came out with the big locked box of her play-pretties. She always kept them well hidden from Harry, and for good reason. If he had ever seen the kinds of things she loved to work up her lusty cunt, he'd have thrown her in the garbage!
When she got back to the bed, her black Sambo was stark-naked and lying in the middle of her satin sheets. His ebony body looked so damned obscene against the pinkish-white smoothness of the sheets that she felt a mad urge to lick him from head to toe, and spend the duration on that whooping pole of meat standing up between his legs.
Instead, she unlocked the box of vibrators and selected one of her favorites. The exotic catalogue she had ordered it from had described it as The Peter Pan-Good for Whatever Ails Males. The unique thing about this vibe was that it had two rubbery sacs that were designed to cup a man's balls, and vibrate right along with the rest of it. She had bought it because she knew the sacs would also fit over the cones of her tits, and she loved to use it while she had one of the bigger, longer vibrators buzzing like mad up her cunt.
Her darky didn't seem too keen on the whole business.
"What you gonna do, lady?" he breathed. "Don't you think my dingus is big enough?"
She glanced wantonly at the unwieldy, swarthy prick that was pointing straight up at the ceiling, and smiled.
"I just want to get you good and hot," she purred. "And you can do the same for me."
"If'n I git much hotter, I'm gonna fuck knotholes."
With her body burning and palpitating with lust, she crawled up on the bed with him. She not only the Peter Pan with her, she had her old faithful vibe, the one Georgios had given her. It was called the Furburger Special, and Georgios had told her that if she intended to give up the real thing, she'd damn well need it. The Furburger was eleven inches long and five inches around, with a selector switch that went from slow to fast and a cluster of rubber nodules on the head of it that could French-tickle a pussy into a slavering orgasm in less than three minutes.
"Here, hero," she slurred, putting the big vibe into the black hands of her new stud. "When I say to, you ease that big thing up my pussy and turn it on-okay?"
He grinned. "You sure enough do like doin' it the hard way, don't you?"
"Don't worry-we're going to do it every way in the book," she purred. "And then we're going to write a few chapters of our own."
With that, she nuzzled herself close down between his legs, but lengthwise, so that her cunt was still in easy reach of his hand and the huge vibrator he held. The musky, macaroon odor of his body filled her nostrils like the scent of a bull's nuts, and it was all she could do to keep from madly licking on that stiff prick of his, just to show him how much she wanted it. But she wanted to make him a whole lot hornier with the vibe first.
She attached the thin rubbery sacs to each of his full brown balls, then put the tip of the vibrator snugly up against the underside of his meatus. When it was in place, she clicked the little battery-operated switch, and the humming ripples began to pleasure his cock like a million busy fingers.
"Lordy-mercy," he rasped, groaning with joy as his balls and prick quivered and throbbed. "ShitSSH-H-H-IITTT! That feels goooood!"
She watched with glittering, lecherous eyes as his gloriously stiff penis lengthened into a rigid column of lust. The veins along the sides bloated out with pleasure, and the big pink head began to turn darker with the thumping rush of hot blood.
"Ah ... ah'm gonna COME!" he barked huskily.
She wanted him to, and to bring him to the most delicious orgasm of his stud-fucker life, she lowered her ovaled mouth down over the trembling head of his big prick and began to softly lick the top of it.
With a deep growl of unleashed ecstasy, he began to spurt hot globs of sperm against her tongue. His boiling nectar shot against her nose and cheeks as she frantically lapped to eat it all. Too greedy to let his cum escape, she sucked half of his throbbing cock down her throat and pumped her head as one or two gluts of sperm bolted into her mouth.
When he was through shooting, his wet, black prick was still up hard and stiff. She lathed her hungry tongue up and down it, licking it the way a cat licks her kittens. The fact that his meat was still stud-hard made her cunt itch with lust.
She slipped the vibrator off his nuts, and kissed each moist ball one after the other.
"Now put the other vibe into me," she begged, turning her flushed face back to look into his grinning, satisfied eyes.
"Yes, ma'am ... and I sure hopes you keep a'sucking on me. I like that fine."
To answer his question, she brought her foamy mouth back to the coral head of his beautiful prick and began to gobble at it with her tongue and lips. Almost instantly she felt the familiar cone of the Furburger Special forcing open the hot lips of her cunt. She moaned deep in her throat as the enormous plastic dildo rode against the grainy walls of her expanding pussy...
Her black stud couldn't have rammed the vibe into her hole better if he'd been trained for months. He even twisted and turned it so that the rubber nodules teased and stimulated every inch of her throbbing slit. Then he clicked the switch to fast, and the whole wet tunnel of her cunt began to quiver like a bowl of jelly.
The swift, horny-hot orgasm that leaped deliciously through her loins made her suck his cock like a strumpet. And as her own juices flooded out over the base of the vibrator, he shot another full load of sperm into the deepest corners of her throat.
After that, they had to rest awhile.
She lay in his strong, dusky arms while he idly tweaked her nipples and tickled her toes with his own. She was pleasantly exhausted, but she knew that her ravenous pussy wouldn't be satisfied until he had fucked her, until she could feel him crouched like a panther on top of her, driving those ten inches of pitch-black meat into her to the balls.
She was aware that his prick was still half-hard. The big sable snake of his penis was lying across the top part of his leg, a droplet of sperm hanging from the tip. But she wanted it all the way hard, and that need prompted her to tease him somehow into the lusty condition for fucking her.
"Your first time with a white woman?" she asked cunningly.
He grinned. "No, ma'am. I done it once-I mean, I done it a whole lot of times, with Miz Pickens."
"Somebody around here?"
"No, ma'am. A white lady back in Flosom, Georgia. She was the most richest white lady in Flosom, and I done her yard work when I was around seventeen."
"Tell me about it."
"About that yard work I done?"
"No, you shy stud. About how you fucked her."
He grinned again, and his thumb and forefinger pressured one of her nipples until it was popping firm and hot against his touch.
"Wasn't much to tell. like I said, I used to go over and hoe out her garden. Then she'd invite me in for some cool lemonade and maybe cookies. Took me the longest time to git it through my head that she was wan tin' something from me besides my hoeing."
"like that big tool between your legs, maybe?"
"You guessed it. She kept telling me I was a big boy for my age. Kept on asking me if I liked girls. Kept wantin' to know if they was anything I wanted she could buy for me."
"Didn't you catch on?"
"With a white lady? Huh, the only pussy I had then was my sisters' and two of my cousins. I used to crawl out in the henhouse with my cousin Letta Sue and work on her 'til I was plumb give out. I knowed that Letta Sue sure liked to git it, but I sure didn't think Miz Pickens had any plans for me."
"How'd it happen?"
"Happen first time one Sundy mornin' while all my folks was singing gospel hymns in church. Miz Pickens had me over to fix her rose trellis, and first thing I know she was wantin' me to come upstairs and move her bureau. Least that was what she said she wanted done, but when I got up there she pulled down her drawers and let me see her pussy."
Peg felt a little throb of interest shoot through her own cunt as she thought of that clever old Southern bitch showing her hot slit to a nearly grown young stud like the Black Beauty in bed with her.
"Did you fuck her?"
"No, ma'am, not right off. She wanted me to smell around it some first. She wanted me to git down on all fours like some old coon hound and sniff her hairy cunt and lick it real good."
"And ... uh ... you did?"
"Wasn't no good sayin' no to a white lady. Besides, I never had done that to nobody but Letta Sue. So I tore out of my clothes and did what she wanted. I guess I ate her for the good part of an hour a'fore she took it in her mind to make me fuck her."
"How was it?"
"I'd never had hotter. Tell you the truth, Letta Sue wanted all I had, but she never could take more than about half of what I had. Now Miz Pickens, she took me all the way up to my balls, and kinda made a whimperin' sound cause she wanted more."
Peg's clit was rising like a surrender flag!
"And did you keep on fucking her after that? I mean, did you go over ever Sunday and-"
"Didn't stick to no regular way. Seems like once she had got some of my big prick, she couldn't sleep for wan tin' more. I used to crawl out of the house four or five times a week and go fuck her. Couple of hours at a time. That was some cock-hungry white woman. Before it was over, I had my brothers helpin' me out."
"You mean she-"
"Wanted five or six big, black peters lined up in a row. Wilbur, Jesse, Rambo, Henry and me-we all used to fuck her one after the other. And when she had the rag on, she'd want us to come over all the same. She'd make us sit side by side on the edge of the bed upstairs, and she'd go down the line sue kin' us off."
That did it.
With a purring little growl of lust, Peg snatched up the Peter Pan vibrator and drove it solidly up between the cheeks of her ass. She moaned with pleasure as the plastic tube burrowed to the hilt in her rectum.
"Fuck me," she hissed. "Pretend I'm that Southern slut and fuck my pussy blind."
"Yes'm!"
He was as ready as she was. During the lewd reportage he had stimulated his own imagination to the point of no return. His horse-sized prick was stiffer than ever, and when he swung around to position himself over her flushed thighs his twanger slapped like a big sausage against her leg.
"Ram it in" she purred greedily. "I want screwed at both ends! "
More than anxious to satisfy her, he drove the obsidian column of his stalwart cock deep into the pouting labia of her cunt. She grunted with joy as she felt the big head of it nose lewdly right up against her womb.
The Peter Pan was already vibrating madly up her ass-hole as he began to fuck her with steady, powerful strokes. His black buttocks rose and fell over her with pile-driver force as the bedsprings creaked and the wide-open lips of her cunt made sucking noises of pleasure.
Even if she had wanted to-which she didn't-she couldn't have stopped such marvelous pumping.
Not even when she heard Harry's footsteps coming up the stairs, and his thin, high voice calling out to her like a little lost lamb.
"Honey, you home? Mrs. Fenway called me and said some garbage truck had been blocking her drive for over an hour. Do you know anything about-"
But by then he was at her bedroom door-and knew all about it himself!