Chapter 5
China Wolff lay in bed long after Sam had left, her cunt oozing the warm white cream, her finger idly stroking through the slime, her thoughts centered on the black dick and Robin Archer.
"I was just his age," she said to herself, his stiff cock at poolside flooding her mind. "Just his age when Sam turned me on to sex and his black dick. Maybe if he'd been like Robin I wouldn't have this hang-up. It's true what they say about black men, though At least Sam. I've never had a pecker any bigger, but Robin's isn't far away. Somehow I'll give that a try."
China had been almost sixteen when Sam's father had gone to work for them, bringing his young son with him, There was no mother, and the boy was handsome, insolent, defiant, and attractive to her curious eyes. She was still a virgin and it had been years since she had been loved and pleasured by the hands and mouth of her nurse, but her highly sexed nature kept her young body horny, and she could not have missed the obvious sex of the young Negro boy who lived behind the mansion in the servant's quarters with his father.
She made a pretext of trying to be around him, even to the point of going to the servant quarters one day to look for his father, whom she knew was working at that moment. She should never have gone there, because when she went, she saw the boy sitting in their sparsely furnished bedroom, a bottle of liquor in his hand, his eyes blazing at the sight of her.
"Hi, Sam," the young girl said. "Do you know where you're father is?" She peered into the room almost afraid to step inside.
"He's working for your dad, isn't he? like the darkies all work for the white folks?" His voice was belligerent, insolent.
"That's not fair, Sam," the young China replied. "You know my father pays yours good money."
"Right. But it's not ours. You don't have to work for it like that."
"And neither do you," she retorted, glad to have an answer for him.
"Want a drink," he asked somewhat thickly, his eyes taking in the shape of those firm breasts, his tongue licking at his dry lips.
Shit, he wanted her.
Reaching out, he held the bottle to her, walking toward her. "Come on in," he said. He grinned broadly at her, his words challenging, daring her to refuse.
"Of course not. I do not drink. All right, I'll come inside, but just for a minute." She knew he was taunting her, that she had to accept the challenge to her bigotry, that color made little difference to her, that she was strangely excited by being in this room with the virile strapping young man whose sex was so obviously prominent to her. She heard him softly close the door behind her, and then the sound of the click of the key.
"Don't lock that door," she said and moved toward it, but he shoved her backwards at her shoulder, the same broad grin covering his face, wanting to fuck the girl in her white, pink pussy, wondering if she was a virgin, sure that she was a hot piece.
"We're going to have some fun," he said, rubbing his penis.
"I'll scream if you don't unlock that door," she threatened.
"No you won't," he said, his hand covering her mouth as he grabbed her, twisted her arm and pushed her toward the bed. "Have you ever been fucked before? Ever had a good man fill your cunt?"
His words were obscene to her ears, her eyes sparkling with fright and a strange mixture of curiosity and repressed lust as she admitted to being a virgin.
"Well, you won't be for long," he said, his hand still covering her mouth as he felt her try to scream, his hand twisting her arm behind her until she stopped. "You just behave yourself and I promise you that you won't forget this day or Sam. Now get out of those clothes and let me see what I've got here."
He released her and just as she tried to squirm away, tried to scream out, his hand slapped across her cheek, stilling the sound before it could issue from her throat.
"Now if you're not nice, I won't shove my big dick in your pretty little twat, and I'll also break your pretty little arm if you try that again. Now get out ot those clothes like I told you." His voice was menacing as she warily tried to shed her garments, pulling her blouse free and off, unhooking the bra to lift it away from her generous breasts. At that point she stopped.
Sitting on the bed, his eyes took in the sumptuous curves, his finger working a trail over the rounded orbs, the thumb and forefinger tweaking the nipple, pinching them as her moved down to her stomach and the edge of the skirt.
'The rest," he said softly indicating the skirt and panties, his breath hot as it surrounded her shoulder, the sting of his slap still tingling on her cheek. Wriggling, she tugged at the skirt, standing in front of him, her hands hesitating at the elastic band of her panties, his eyes filling with the sight of the snug fitting nylon covering over the lush love mound and the protruding pubic hairs.
"And?" he asked in an unfinished question, his hands ripping the panties down, revealing her womanhood, his fingers teasingly touching her soft thighs, her knees, then slowly upwards on the soft flesh of the inner thighs. He felt her legs tremble at his touch.
"See what I told you," he grinned, his mouth blowing hot air against her damp flesh. "Get on the bed."
They changed places, young Sam standing to quickly remove his clothing, China crawling onto the bed, half afraid, half anxious, his aggressive treatment stimulating her senses, as she watched the magnificent young black body appear naked before her. Her eyes bulged as he turned to face her, his shorts dropping to the floor to reveal the biggest cock she had ever seen. True, she had not seen many, only her brother Stanley and her father, but neither could compare with this. It jerked with his movement, and seeing her watching the great length, he flexed the muscle, making it bob up and down rhythmically.
"You know what that's for?" he asked, his hand slowly stroking the foreskin back and forth, wanting to quickly sink his long dong deep into her, but completely in control of himself.
She nodded yes, shyly.
He grinned.
New sensations covered her body as she lay on the bed, cringing at first as his hands worked over her body, her breasts, down to tangle through her pubic bush and over the cunt lips.
"Relax. Just relax, and let me work on you. I won't hurt you." he said hotly, his fingers rubbing over her slit, slipping just inside the lips enough to make her squirm and moan, Sam worming the digit inward until it was consumed by the warm wetness, the virginal walls clinging to his finger as he twirled it round and round in the entrance.
"Man are you tight," he said. She wanted to get fucked, wanted to feel his entire hand plunge into her snatch, wanted his fingers and tongue to thrill her to greater heights, her mouth and lips becoming eager for his fucking tool.
"I think that sweet thing's ready," he said, his sucking ceasing, her cunt lips clasping together to try to find his tongue and fingers. Quickly he rolled to her side and lay on his back, his strong arms forcing her over him, making her straddle him. her legs spreading wide with her knees on either side of his hips.
She was not yet willing to surrender to him, struggling to get off up into her thighs, his giant piece of meat lightly touching her like iron claws as he held the nipples, squeezing them, causing so much pain that she dared not move.
"Don't. Stop. That hurts. Please don't, " she sobbed.
"Now you just stay right where you are. Put my big black prick in your tiny white cunt," he commanded her, still gripping her.
Tentatively she held his dick, directing it to her cunt lips, feeling the huge cockhead spread the folds as it rested momentarily in the fleshy enclosure. He felt so immense, so thick, and she knew that his length could fill her more than once as the ring of vaginal muscle stretched open to enclose the immense rod in her. She moaned.
His hands left her nipples, moving to her hips, and fast and hard he pushed her downwards on his impaling dick, his hips thrusting upwards at the same time, the hard swift movement causing the long dong to tear through the membrane, a gush of warm blood spewing out of her cunt, over his thick black penis. He watched the red trickling, his mouth grinning as she sobbed in pain over him, but he held her fast, his movement stopping as he waited for her to adjust to his cock and the loss of her cherry.
"Just sit right there. Don't move," he told her, China feeling as if her breath had been squeezed out of her. the heat of his dick like molten metal, the walls of her cunt stretched abnormally and filled with sharp pain.
"But it hurts," she cried, tear rolling down her cheeks, her chest heaving.
"Wait a minute. Just you wait," he counseled her , his hands on her waist forcing her lower onto his body, his hips lifting slightly until he had wormed every inch into her cunt, the pain of his advancing meat lodging in her widely stretched pussy almost going unnoticed with the pain of losing her virginity.
And yet, her body responded too strongly to deny the physical pleasure.
She sat without moving, young Sam lying still, his hands caressing her buttocks, massaging the pain between her wide spread legs away. He watched her tits swaying with her breathing as she tried to force the pain to disappear, to block it out. It hurt.
But it felt great, too. He pulled her down on top of him, her breasts crushing to his chest, her face buried in his shoulder, his arms surrounding her body, one over her back and the other low on her buttocks, his hand controlling her ass as he began slow but firm strokes, weaving from side to side with his dick, widening and stretching her channel, his hand forcing her ass to oppose his movement, pushing down on the buttocks as he thrust upwards, lifting as he stroked out and forced his body deep into the mattress only to rise again and spear her vagina.
With his slow movement, with the pressure of his hands, she began to respond, the pain receding, his prick growing comfortable, her canal adjusting to the immense size, the methodic slow fucking beginning to fill her loins with fire, like a match to a dry leaf.
Suddenly she found the pleasure, the enjoyment, the thrill of his fucking. She no longer fought or resented his raping her, and began to work her ass under her own volition, lifting as she lay on his chest, feeling him pull out until only her pussy lips enclosed the thick cock head then snaking back up into her cunt.
Cleverly he rolled his chest from side to side, his hands controlling her body as he massaged her tits with his chest, his tongue laving over her neck, into her tiny ear, China mimicking him perfectly and driving him out of his mind, making him want to fuck deeper, harder, using swift and sure strokes. He was like a well-oiled fuck machine, his hand over her buttocks working and exploring, fingers teasing over the tiny anal slit, dipping in to fuck in tempo with his cock stuffed in her twat.
She moaned over him, her body alive and tingling as if every orifice were penetrated.
"I want it. I want it. Keep that big cock in my cunt. Use your finger in my ass." Her words didn't shock her as they once would have. She was so caught up in her passion that no form of morals or morality seemed important. The young Negro boy was stripping her of all inhibitions, stripping her down to raw flesh, hungry flesh, hungry, seething cunt.
She loved his big black rod, the feel of it pumping into her, of her buttocks humping down and up against it, her movement becoming so forceful that Sam stopped fucking and lay there, letting China fuck him in incredible movements, bucking and heaving, fishtailing her ass, making tight figure eights over his cock, her cunt lips grasping, closing and opening as they sucked his meat into her.
He grabbed her tits as she sat up, her hands bracing herself on his chest, her fingers gripping his flesh as she fucked his dick, his body remaining immobile under her.
His fingers teased her breasts as she began to lean backwards, her body backbending until she lay between his legs, her cunt clamping at his dick, her legs bent under her body as he watched her.
He groaned.
With her extreme position he could no longer hold her breasts and began to rub over her inner thighs, his buttocks hunching as she forced his prick in and out with short strokes, his thick thumb and forefinger beginning to manipulate her clit, the touch electrifying as she tried to force her pussy downwards.
"This won't do it," he told her and wriggled to get out of her. He got into a more comfortable position.
She was bewildered.
He shoved her legs, moving between them, and lifting them around his waist as he jabbed his prick roughly back into her wet opening, it was like her breath had been squeezed out of her, the heat to fuck his strong tool faster, furiously, the driving friction tearing in and out as she tried to match his rhythm.
"But it hurts," she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks, on his black cock, her entire body submissive to his desire.
"How do you like it now!" he said tauntingly, moving his hands on her waist forcing her lower onto his body.
"Harder. Please. All of it. Harder. Fuck me good. Drive it in. Please." She was obsessed with the fucking, her body twisting and turning, jerking and twitching, aggressively fucking wanting him to do anything and everything to her, her legs were opening wide up over his back to lift her pussy to him, their bodies working in the same rhythm, screwing and slamming into one another as she felt a strange, delicious incredible engulfing of her body, her cunt, her brain.
"Oh. Oh, Ooohhhh," she squealed out, feeling her first climax take hold of her, her cunt spasming out juices over his hot dick.
"Me too. Me too. I'm coming. I'm coming," Sam groaned in her ear, impaling his cock deep inside her convulsing snatch, a jetting stream of white hot pearls searing the lining of her cuntal passage, her come mixing with his, bodies shaking, voices moaning as he collapsed on top of her, her legs tight around him holding him close and tight.
From that time on, China and Sam had continued the relationship, the only difference being that she kept him on call, called him only when she needed him, but never able to forget about the giant cock, the black-purple dick that filled her so well. She pushing down on the buttocks as he thrust upwards, lifting on them whenever she needed it.
"I wonder how Doris is enjoying her shopping spree?" China asked herself as she began to dress, knowing what would happen to her brother's new wife that day.
"Be sure and buy anything you want," Stanley had told her.
"China thought I should visit her health spa and have a sauna and massage today. She says they are very efficient and it does wonders for toning the body."
"You do whatever you want. I won't need the car and Sam can pick me up later in the evening," Stanley told her, the car pulling in front of his office building, tall and imposing on a street of other similar buildings.
"Sam, take Mrs. Wolff wherever she wants. You can let him wait for you or call for you later, Doris. I'll see you later tonight," he said, getting out of the car and waving at her as he walked into his empire.
"Sam, do you know where Mrs. Wolff goes for her health exercises?" she asked as they pulled away from the curb.
"Yes, ma'am. I do," he answered guiding the car into the traffic and toward the destination. And I know what she does when she gets there, he thought to himself.
"Is that where you wish to go," he asked, wondering if she had any idea about China's recommendation.
Well, she'd find out.
"Yes, I think so. And you don't have to wait for me. China said it would take several hours, so why don't you go back to the house in case she needs you for something. Oh, and please check on Robin and Poppy and see that they are all right."
He dropped her in front of the small private building. It was a chicly modern place, well appointed, and it only took minutes with China's recommendation before she was shown through a hallway of private booths for changing and private massage.
"Did you want a full exercise program," the attendant asked her.
"I don't think I want anything that strenuous. Miss Wolff recommended your massage and sauna. I think that's all I will have today."
"Oh, yes. Miss Wolff," the female attendant said, her eyebrows lifting slightly. "You will want her own masseur, of course?"
"I suppose so. But isn't that a man? I thought there would be a woman?"
"Oh, of course we have women for massages. But Miss Wolff always sees one man in particular. He's very strong. One of the best we have."
"All right. I guess so. I'm sure she knows what's best," Doris acquiesced, going into the booth shown her, the swinging doors closing with sawing movements as she looked at the cubicle, the hooks and hangers for clothing, the well-padded table with a pillow and a clean folded gym outfit laying there.
I wonder if I change, put that on, and she never completed the thought as she heard the doors swing once again and turned to look at the biggest Negro man she had ever seen. He was so enormous that he made the room look even smaller with his size, his magnificently developed body being covered only by his gym shorts, his skin gleaming as he smiled broadly.
"China sent you?" he asked. "What was it you wanted in particular?" His eyes raked over her fine figure, her voluptuous breasts, the rounded curves of her hips, the well made legs and slim ankles.
"She recommended a massage and sauna," Doris answered, feeling her legs trembling as she felt the man mentally undressing her.
"Miss Wolff always gets a very special massage," he continued, watching the fabric covering her thighs, his eyes riveting on the center of her crotch. "You will have to change. You can't take a massage with all those clothes on."
"Certainly," she answered waiting for him to leave, looking for the towel that would cover her body, but before she could find anything that would protect her eventual nudity, he had lifted her skirt and began to undo her garter belt.
"Just one minute," she said blushing, trying to protest as his handworked quickly and efficiently, Doris blushing, feeling trapped.
"China always wants to be undressed. I'm used to doing it for her. It's part of her special massage."
She didn't know if she had time to change her mind, feeling embarrassed at his brash and open behavior, Doris becoming fascinated at the way he did everything, his clinical manner cool and calm. She wanted to run, her face blushing as the garters were released and he began to roll the stocking down her leg, the big man crouching on the floor. She gasped, her breath making an audible sound as she saw the thick broad cockhead sticking out from under the gym shorts.
He has an erection, she said to herself unbelievingly. He was getting a hard on from undressing her, his long tool stiffening and pushing out so that it became visible, the shorts not long enough to hide the length. She felt her stomach tremble, tighten, and strangely, a deep fluttering in her groin at the same time. Doris knew then that she needed to take a quick reappraisal of her new sister-in-law.
She couldn't help but stare down at him, watching as the black kinky head moved toward her now naked thigh, the thick lips kissing lightly on her silken flesh, his hand working deftly to unzip her, to remove the dress, slip, everything but her bra and panties. She wanted to cry out, her mind rebelling. She couldn't let him continue. She was newly married. She loved her husband.
Even with the flimsy coverings she felt naked, the nylon of her panties clearly revealing the prominent Venus mound, his hands seeming to stop as they reached and removed the garter belt, his fingers beginning to expertly knead her buttocks, his manner continuing to be professional as he massaged around and over her stomach.
She flinched as she felt his hand slip between her thighs, his face impassive as she looked at him, Doris widening her legs as if he had told her to, his hand brushing against the nylon covered pussy lips. Without asking he pulled her panties down to her ankles, lifting her legs one at a time to make her step out of them, the man still squatting there staring directly at her exposed cunt.
He stood looking at her, his hand hardly moving but groping his aroused meat and heavy balls. She could see the sharp outline of his hard on and looked away not wanting to admit what she had seen, feeling his hands unhook her bra, removing the last article of clothing, leaving her completely naked in front of him.
"If you would please get on the table," he instructed, his hands lifting her at the waist to help, her breasts brushing against his chest, the touch of, the wiry hair causing her nipples to swell. She felt as if she should protest, try to make some excuse, change her mind, try to get out of there. But she had already gone so far that her body wouldn't let her.
As she lay back, she felt his hands on her stomach, his fingers seeming to glide over her skin, a sudden wet warmth covering her already aroused nipples as she realized that he was sucking at her tit, his hands expert on her flesh making her tingle, filling her with sensations she knew she should deny.
She had known only one man since she had met Stanley, and he satisfied her need as no one ever had. His prick was huge and filled her gash fuller than she ever believed it could be. How could she let herself be treated so familiarly by a strange man. It was as if she were experimenting, making up for those years before Stanley. She could not rationalize her actions at the moment, could not understand her growing lust for this black man and could not help the moan that escaped her lips as she felt him chew on her pointed nipple.
She gripped the sides of the table as she felt his hand moving down toward her crotch, the broad flatness of his tongue working at her tit as his wonderful hand covered her unprotected cunt, his fingers black as coal against her white skin as she arched her hips toward his gentle fingering.
I've got to stop him. I must stop him, she told herself, feeling the pressure against her hand as she gripped the table, a hot throbbing piece of flesh being pushed against it. She realized it was his hard cock and she wanted to see it, wanted to feel it, her cunt feeling as if it were raging with fire, needing to be fucked.
But I can't want him to fuck me. Stanley just gave it to me so hard and long last night, she told herself, the big man taking her hand and forcing it into his gym shorts. There was no other covering on his body, and her fingers felt the coarse, wiry pubic hairs, her fingertips touching the base of the long, down-pointed tool.
She felt the cock jerk at the touch of her small hand, the restraining fabric forcing it toward the floor. She wanted to hold it, hold all of it as she encircled it awkwardly with her fingers. It was thicker than her husband's and she knew it looked longer.
The masseur knew what she wanted. If she was anything like China, and China had sent her to him, she wanted to take a long time, a long slow time working up to a good hard, long fuck with no rushing.
His mouth moved slowly on her breasts, alternately moving from one to the other, his finger working into her juicing cunt, her legs spreading wider as she gripped his penis firmly. With his free hand he grabbed at the waist band of his shorts, tugging at them, lifting his legs as he worked them down until he was also naked, his cock rearing out, firm and strong, thick and black, Doris rolling her head to the side, not wanting to look, but unable to stop the reaction. Never had she seen such a dick, and not having been promiscuous, she had not seen that many cocks. She had always heard about the size of black cocks. She knew now that it was true.
His hands worked all over her body, tits to buttocks, thighs and ass-hole, kneading the flesh of her body as he sucked and kissed, finger fucked her dripping hole, working her higher, making her arch toward him, working methodically until .he knew she was ready and willing to take him.
His cock pulled out of her hand as he moved to the end of the table, his fingers working up into her snatch as he lifted her legs so that they hung over his shoulders. Her body moved. She felt the broad cockhead touch her inner thigh and move down to her fleshy pussy lips, the touch making her lift her buttocks toward him, her eyes widening as she looked down at his meat.
He liked to look at his cock as it disappeared into the cunts of his customers. He had fucked all of them, and ah of them came back for more. He gave them what their husbands never did, a hard thorough fucking, not one of those once a week quick jobs because they were too tired.
Doris lifted her cunt toward him, her buttocks above the table as she used his shoulders for leverage. He was so controlled, so used to taking his time, that the open flowering cunt, even more pink and white against the ebony prick, was nothing more than just a hole waiting to be filled. She groaned as she felt the cockhead move between her cunt lips. It was like the fist of a giant, hard and strong, thick and forceful in its immensity. She wanted him to push more, to go ahead and fill her, but he held himself in check, not moving, almost tauntingly wanting her to ask for it.
She reached downwards, stretching her arms, pulling herself up to grasp at his buttocks to try to force him inside of her, but he pushed her back, made her lay there waiting for him. She shivered as she felt more inches being shoved into her, not hard but aggressively slow, firmly with an even pressure as if he were measuring the depths of her cunt, his prick throbbing and expanding as she lifted herself again and again to try to get more of his monstrous dong.
He felt so good. Her cunt felt so good being stretched even larger than by her husband. Suddenly she felt a thundering drive into her cunt as he flexed his buttocks and shoved all the way inside of her. She wanted to scream with the sudden pain, the pain of the thickness pushing against the tender cunt walls, shoving them aside .as it nosed its way to the bottom of her pussy.
She could feel the muscles of his chest against the .back of thighs, the muscles of his stomach and lower abdomen against her buttocks as his hands grabbed at the front of her thighs to pull her cunt tight to him. He began to fuck with long skillful strokes, knowing how to take her expertly to the top of the thrill, deep and thrusting, giving her more pleasure than she had ever known.
He fucked her like a bull, like a splendid stallion, a stud whose only purpose is to get his rocks off, his strokes growing more forceful as he began to lose his control and find a need for her cunt, his hips screwing and swiveling his cock into her with greater speed, the man panting and moaning as her cunt milked his dick, the lips dancing up and down his length as he plumbed the well lubricated depths.
Again and again his full length plunged into her, banging against her cervix, buffeting her body with his powerful pounding. She writhed and groaned with expert ministrations, marveling at the size of his penis as it filled her again, ravaging her channel, making her grow more wanton.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes," she moaned knowing that she was close, realizing that he was not far from his own orgasm as she listened to him moaning with his firm stroking. She wanted to scream out with lust for his cock as she felt him rotating in her pussy, the canal slippery wet with her secretions, her buttocks working faster as the huge prick pierced again and again, the cock unrelenting in its pistoning, his thickness widening and stretching her, her ass lifting and falling, the man watching his prick thunder in and out, glistening and shining with her wetness as the cunt lips clung to it.
"Oh, sweet mammy," he moaned. She was giving him a terrific fucking. She was so much tighter than China, and the feeling was exquisite as he watched his cock screw her tight hairy pussy.
Perspiration dripped profusely from their bodies, neither of them wanting it to end, both of them unable to stop their fucking, but humping in a dream world of unending motion that kept their movements continuing forever. The heat and size of his cock, the wetness of her juices and heated cunt, their evenly established tempo made a longer fuck nearly impossible.
Her cunt worked back at his dick as she felt herself coming and coming, felt the throbbing and spewing of his hot juices, his pounding penis lifting her and carrying her to another orgasm and then another, the multiple series causing her to scream, the first time for it to happen, the man laboring on, knowing what he was doing to her, his body shaking slightly with his orgasm, her cunt convulsing, squeezing and flexing, the movements making his prick throb out his cream in a seemingly unending stream as he forced it up inside of her as deep as she could take it.
Both of them groaned in pleasure, the heavy black cock giving a series of final, pulsating thrusts, her belly filling with his cream, her cunt overflowing with hot liquid as he stopped fucking and stood there, his dick soaking in her twat.
"How could I have done that," she thought as Sam drove her away from the spa. "It's different for China. She doesn't have a husband. She doesn't have children. What if Robin and Poppy knew? They would be so ashamed of me." She could not have known how ashamed she would have been if she knew about them.
Sam watched her in the rear view mirror, noticing the flushed face, the relaxed look in her eyes. He knew why China went there, and he would lay even money that she had introduced the new mistress of the Wolff estate to new pleasures. He had seen China's black friend before.
"Maybe she's developing a taste for black cock. I wonder if it runs in the family? And they're not even blood relatives," he thought to himself. "She better take an alum bath before her husband gets home," he concluded. "The way her pussy was probably stretched, Mr. Wolff would fall right in."