Chapter 8
It was four o'clock in the afternoon with a burning fireball hanging low in the autumn sky.
The George Washington High School parking lot was peppered with students nuzzling in back seats of cars, smoking cigarettes and marijuana. Some drank beer from cans camouflaged in brown bags. Knives appeared from pockets and the talk was thick with violence and fear.
Leaning against the rough wall sprinkled on this third week of school with graffiti, Rose rested a sleek dark hand on her outthrust hip clad in skin tight Levis. The lemons of her breasts budded bralessly from a knit t-shirt. Smoking a cigarette and wearing a distant expression, Cederick stared absentmindedly across the street.
"Listen to me, man____" she spat, pulling a cigarette from her lush lips and flicking it haughtily. "----you be actin' real strange, you know. Like you ain' been sayin' nothin' in class. All you be doin' is starin' at that white bitch!" Glaring at him through slitted chocolate eyes sparkling with anger, she clamped her lithe arms over her chest defiantly. "I think you be wantin' to fuck her, that's what I think!"
"Shut your fuckin' nigger mouth!" he snapped. "You don' know what you be talkin' 'bout!"
He pulled away from the wall and started to walk away.
Irate, Rose grabbed him by the arm, swinging him around. "It's true, ain' it?"
"Nothin's true!" Pausing, he stared at his girl friend for a long silent moment. Since the gang rape of Miss Osgood two days before, something unsettling rankled him night and day. Ghetto boys learn early in life to erase regret and emotion. He felt himself softening, and he didn't care for that to happen. He felt anger weakening. That couldn't happen to Cederick! Drawing in a deep breath, his chest muscles rippled beneath his tight t-shirt.
Dark eyes scoured the fourteen year-old girl who's flesh he had tasted, savoured on warm, sticky nights in the park. Her arrogance, defiance and raw beauty reminded him of what he was ƒ_" a low-born black boy with nothing to look forward to in life but filling station jobs and marrying a sexy woman who would loose her body with the first of five children they couldn't afford to raise. Locked into the ghetto for good.
"I thought you guys was gonna get her good... you don' got no balls, Cederick!" she snarled contemptuously, eating at his manhood with pearly white teeth beneath succulent lips he had kissed many times. Every time he saw her, love-lust sparked in his young groin. He loved her and hated her at once ƒ_" loved her for her sex and hated her because she was pure, tangible evidence of his own entrapment. Somehow they belonged together ƒ_" ironic, but true.
"All you think 'bout is gettin' white folks, Rose!"
She strutted toward him, thrusting her sex at him. "Now you startin' to sound like her! You be nothin' but a nigger, Cederick, you hear me?" She snorted her disgust. "You got any guts, you and Sammie and Stokley'd show her who runs this school!"
Cederick's hands balled up into fists. The vision of Miss Osgood's face contorted in fear and lust refused to erase from his mind. The had expected her to break, crack to pieces and leave her post at George Washington High. Hating himself for it, he had to admit that took guts ƒ_" the kind of guts it took to survive the ghettos of Atlanta. Now Rose was testing him.
"I got news for you, baby," Leaning forward, jutting out a determined chin, she glared at him. "I been talkin' to Sammie and Stokley and they gonna get her good... your precious white bitch is gonna have her face in ribbons!"
Cederick stared at his lover's hate-filled eyes, sparkling with contempt. "You bitch!" he spat, his long muscular thighs sinewy under tight levis.
The trash-littered park surrounding the project emptied at five o'clock in the afternoon when mothers hustled their children indoors. Tipped over tricycles and toys were left in the dirt, and cramped apartments steamed with the smell of fried foods and kitchen grease.
Family squabbles echoed from one apartment to the next, wafting out into the empty park.
A lone child, escaped from the imprisonment of concern, sat with legs spread about a mound of dirt, shoveling spoonfuls into a rusted dump-truck. On the bench two black boys smoked cigarettes and spoke in thick, conspiratorial voices.
Sammie sat with legs spread, leaning elbows on his knees. He flicked his cigarette into the sandbox strewn with dog excrement. "Rose thinks Cederick's got the hots for Miss Osgood... not fuckin' her kinda hot, but likin' her kinda hot----" He shook his head, the breeze wafting through the plumes of his Afro hair.
"That dude do git some dumbshit ideas sometimes... talkin' about Martin Luther King and shit... " agreed Stokley. "Ever since Miz Big Tits came to Washin'ton, he be talkin' white folk crap." He straightened and threw back his shoulders. "He don' even come to the vigilante meetings no more____"
"Yeah----" whistled Sammie. "He ain' been after Rose's tail neither. Damn fool! Shit, I'd give anythin' to shove my dick in that cunt's hole!
Christ, what an ass!"
Yeah, but man, she be so hot on Cederick she don' want nobody else----" He jabbed his friend in the ribs.
"What she be don' out alone?"
"Don' worry, she cin take care of herself____" He squinted into the late afternoon shadows, watching Rose sashay down the sidewalk with her usual provocative strut. The mound of her pussy was cupped in skin tight Levis, and the bumblebees of her nipples poked out provocatively from her t-shirt. It was obvious she had come to find them. Rose was the type of girl who didn't speak unless she wanted something, and just what that something was, made both boys shudder with expectation.
"Hi, ya boys----" She settled on the park bench, the aroma of sweet perfume oozing from her pores. Her chocolate eyes twinkled with evil intent. The boys swallowed in unison and stole a questioning glance at each other.
"I got a favor to ask... and if you do it, you two gonna be two lucky boys... " She winked at them. "How'd you two like all of Rose's black skin just for doin' me a favor?"
Carrie hummed .along with the orchestration of the Tempest being performed on television. At her elbow, on the sofa's arm, were perched a stock of paperback books. Life of Martin Luther King, amongst them. The past few days witnessed a great change, a certain softening in the hardcore attitudes of the progressively-minded pupils. Cederick for one, which was why she had dallied in the used book store picking through the dusty stack for fresh reading material. To steer them into a non-violent path was her self-proclaimed vow, and to date she had one follower.
Interestingly how the class had divided into two camps, after hour long discussion on social change and its effects on the individual in society. From her front-of-the-classroom impression, it was obvious Cederick and his friends Sammie and Stokley had taken divergent paths. And Rose... Lord knew what thoughts ran through that girl's wicked mind!
Cederick had separated himself from the tight clique, and Carrie had to admit to a bit of self-pride on that score!
j Polishing her nails, wet hair wrapped in a towel, a loose terry cloth robe tied around her skimpily clad body, she felt a rare contentment. Making love to Phil the night before had freed her of an emotional bondage to him. Before the classroom attack, Phil had been her male god, her commander, the determiner of her happiness. His every action spelled out misery, distrust... all culminating in the torrid sex scene in his apartment! "Til the day they threw dirt on her grave, she would never forget the gut wrenching pain of watching him slave over a black woman's genitals.
Abruptly, the emery board fell from Carrie's fingers. She gulped dryly, her throat constricting, as the vision of Cederick, Sammie and Stokley's naked bodies overwhelmed her senses. Their strong fingers stroking over her vulnerable white flesh, the contrast of white and black, strength and frailty... youth and maturity. Maturity? Dear God, they knew more about sex than she!
Thoughts whizzed through her brain like spin-wheels. Why, she wondered, had her fear of sex dissipated? Why, for the first time, did the face of her mother not appear from the slightest sensual provocation? Back in Minnesota, a kiss on the cheek and snap ƒ_" there stood Helen Osgood, sour-faced and disapproving. Magically, the ugliness of that guilt had melted, leaving her a free, sensual woman.
Alongside that thought crept a less sparkly one. Last night, making love to Phil something was missing, something was wrong. The mental images of herself slaving over his genitals while she spread her legs to offer up the playground of her cunt to his hungering mouth, were bland in contrast. Could it be, she wondered, blinking absentmindedly at the ballerina on the screen, that she, Carrie Osgood had a fixation for black males?
The doorbell rang. A chill of apprehension trickled through her body. Phil had been corralled into having dinner with his family and she, burdened with lesson plans, had reneged on the invitation. He had accepted her rejection sourly ƒ_" of course. Then who would be knocking at her door at eight o'clock at night? Suddenly her world seemed sadly unpeopled with friends in a secluded world of her own. Curiosity piqued, she stripped the towel from her damp hair, letting it trail in Medusa-like strands, she unlatched the safety lock and peered through the door.
A tall black bodied boy with a sly smirk beamed back at her. "Sammie____?" The word choked in her throat. "What are you doing here?" His naked eyed stare burned through her flesh. "I come by to talk to you about this book you showed in class today," he said, pressing his face to the crack of the door. Noting her reluctance, he assured her: "Don't worry, I ain' gonna git tough... " He shuffled while she considered the implications of letting a student who had already used physical force on her, enter her apartment. "B'sides, I got a D- on that last test and with this essay you got us writin'... hell," he complained boyishly, "I don' understan' all this crap 'bout Gandhi and shit____" Once inside the door, Sammie shuffled nervously, feeling as trapped in his teacher's apartment as she had in the classroom with three naked boys taunting her. Carrie shuddered under her bathrobe. Long, elegant fingers combed nervously through her wet hair.
"I'm not really fit for company, Sammie," she shrugged, feeling his dark eyes burn into her.
Her heart pounded, in triple beat and as her blue eyes traveled over his dark, sinewy body, a strange rumbling congested the pit of her empty belly. In the dim light of the kitchen and the flickering light of the television screen, his ebony body appeared more rippling than ever, and his boyish nervousness titillated her hypnotically. "Let... let me go into the bedroom and change," she stammered, finding a modicum of relief in seeing a paperback novel stuffed into his back pocket.
"Min' if I have a seat?" He jerked his head toward the sofa littered with paperback novels and the instruments of a manicure set. The springs squeaked as his sinewy weight descended upon it, and indecision weighted his heart too. Five fingers stole to the back pocket to feel behind the paperback novel for the cold steel of his pen knife. In the bedroom he heard the bathroom door close and lock.
Trembling, Carrie raked a hairbrush through her shoulder length honey hair, studying her intent expression in the mirror. For a wild moment she considered telephoning Phil at his parents house; but one question would lead to another, and God help her he should find out about an unreported rape in the classroom at the tyranny of three black students! The case would demand her resignation, and then all ideals, the pain and humiliation would have been for nothing. No, better she handle this situation on her own. Silently, she unlocked the door and peering around the corner, saw his young face placid as a content puppy. Drawing a deep breath of relief, she ventured out into the bedroom and quickly snatched a pair of Levis and blouse from the bed. In a cat-like retreat, she hedged back into the bathroom and stripping off her bathrobe, slipped into her clothes.
A pair of jungle-dark eyes caught the quick, secret movement and with a pounding heart, Sammie leapt from the sofa and tip-toed toward the bedroom. Its sweet, feminine, clean scent was foreign to his nostrils accustomed to the sour smell of over crowded bedrooms.
His left hand stole behind his back and steady, sure fingers dipped into his back pocket for his pen knife. A streak of light shone under the bathroom door, slowly widening as Carrie emerged.
"Aiiiieeeekkkk!"
The cold feel of knife steel jabbed at her throat, and a sweaty arm clamped around her neck, stifling her cries.
His breath was hot on her neck. "Don't scream, teach... or that pretty white face's gonna be beef jerky!" he snarled.
"Sammie... " she choked. "Nggghhh..."
"There be jus' one I'm after... you know what that be, you black cock lover!"
"Nnnnggghh... "
Her hands shot up to tear at his arms, but the knife pressing at her jugular vein made her grow limp from the effort. "Shuddup...!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "Git down on the. bed... " He shoved her forward throwing her face down on the bed. In a flash, he pounced upon her, pressing her face down into the mattress.
Carrie's heart pounded as if it were trying to crawl out of her chest. His hot weight and sinewy strength straddled her back, pressing her to the mattress like a butterfly to a collector's board.
"No... not again, Sammie... please! I... I... m.
"You what? Want Cederick to fuck you? I got news for you, teach... Rose'll have your tits cut off if you don' loosen up on her man! You hear me?" Lifting one steely thigh, he rolled her over onto her back effortlessly. Knees pressed under her armpits, he snarled down at her.
Carrie's mouth fell open, her eyes rolled in terror. "Sammie... please stop this... please!"
His grin twisted at the corner of his thick lips, stretching into an obscene snarl. Resting his hands on his knees, knife clamped in his fist, he used his free hand to wrap in the soft tendrils of her damp hair, lifting her head up off the bed. Leaning forward with all his nubile strength, he clamped his warm, moist lips to hers.
"Mmmmm... " she tried to twist her head away, but his fingers pulling at the roots of her hair were encouragement to desist resistance. His tongue spurted between her lips and a caressing hand mauled upward toward her swelling breasts, rising and falling sharply.
What kind of monster was this fourteen year-old boy? she wondered, shaking in terror.
The rape in the classroom was mildly explainable; she had insulted their manliness and had to pay the price. But to come to her home and deliberately assault her, implied a deeper kind of violence ƒ_" more personal, more terrifying and from the glint of the knife's steel, more threatening!
"You cock hungry bitch," he muttered throatily, grabbing her delicate wrist and pulling it forcibly down to the bulging crotch of his pants to press the flat of it against the swelling shaft of his erect penis.
Carrie clenched shut her eyes in terrifying humiliation and dread. Her fingers felt the hotness of his youthful virility, felt the dime-sized wet spot attesting to his lust. Pearly teeth clamped over a trembling lower lip as a wild jolt of excitation charged through her. With his black fingers, he spread her delicate ones, running her thumb and forefinger along the length and thickness. Behind fluttering eyelids, Carrie imagined the black tube of male flesh throbbing, swelling, pulsating, oozing. Her heart quickened, her pulse raced.
"No... oh, Gawd," she moaned, twisting beneath him, feeling his hot hand move into the waistband of her Levis and yank her blouse free. One warm palm shot toward her naked breast to taunt and torture the sensitive nipples, puckering the puffy pinkness into diamond chips.
"Unzip my pants and feel m' black cock...!" sneered Sammie. Grabbing her free wrist, he forced her fingers to search for the metal tab of his Levis and helped her yank it down.
Setting aside the knife, he grappled with the fastener and in one quick motion, forced her to search within the cotton trap of his Levis for the hot, pounding rod of his penis.
The warm, rubbery feel of his young virility sent shivers of unwanted desire shuddering through Carrie Osgood's captive body. Struggling to squeeze aside the salacious memories of feeling his penis slipping between her pink lips, she lost the war. The hunk of flesh jerked from the cool touch of her fingers.
"Let's git comf'table, Miz Osgood," he said, panting.
His superior weight and strength pinning her to the mattress coerced the teacher into soothing her fight. Every pore of her shivering body spasmed. In an easy effort, Sammie slid his weight down beside her trembling white body. The coercive force in this rape had been Rose's sinewy young body, animal in strength and sexuality, but now, staring down into Miss Osgood's sophisticated face, he knew he had wanted her for his own male ego.
To fuck a black chick was nothing; it happened every minute, on every street corner. But to shove his prick into a older white woman's cunt, was the frosting on the cake! She didn't know it, was loathe to admit, but he realized she was hot to fuck. He felt the curve of her thigh muscle tighten as if reaching out to meet him, to rub against his swollen cock. With a grunt of lust, he pressed his fingers into the crease of her ass cheeks. Carrie squirmed, moaning, eyes tightly clenched shut.
Carrie's brain steamed with boiling confusion. Violently, she struggled to shut out rational thought, reminding herself that this young boy was a hand-grab away from a knife. A very sharp knife that could lacerate her face with one carving motion!
Yet an animalish instinct was starved for the male power of his penis stabbing into her womanhood. She wanted, needed, to be subjugated, forced into bestial copulation! Hot and cold, she squirmed and writhed on the bed under his weight, one hand rubbing at the rubbery length of his blood heavy cock! Sammie grinned to himself. The bitch was worming around on the bed as if his cock were already inside of her. With that in mind, he moved a strong hand up between their bodies and yanked up her blouse, while the other steely paw snatched at the zipper of her Levis ripping down the metal tab. The shirt tail of her blouse bore the abuse of his urgency, and he yanked it off as buttons flew and fabric ripped.
Beneath him, Carrie groaned as he stripped her naked. The air conditioning played over the goosebumped orbs of her breasts. She sucked in her breath, all fight sapped from her.
With a grunt, white teeth showing under a thick upper lip, he ripped the blouse off her shoulders and pulling her by the air, lifted her to strip the shredded remains from her chest. For a hungry moment he stared at her, licking his lips. With slow movements, even and precise, he pulled her Levis down to her knees. Groaning he dipped forward and clamped his hands over her succulent breasts until they oozed like bread dough between his fingers. He had her naked now, except for her skimpy panties. Those could wait.
Wearily, he lifted his head, listening for the tap on the balcony door that would mean Stokley was prowling ready for his piece of the action. Then later it would be Rose's sweet ass for both of them!
Carrie's large nippled breasts poked crazily up into his face and he mashed his face into her creamy cleavage, licking his hot tongue between the goosebumped mounds. Funny, he hadn't noticed the other day how big her nipples were. Man, he could barely cram all of her breast into his mouth! She moaned desperately as he began to nibble and suck, pressing both breasts together to suck both nipples at once. Her breath snorted from her nostrils like a race horse at the finish line. Oh... what was she doing now? Hot damn, she was rubbing her hot, pussy covered mound against his throbbing dick and spreading her sleek legs out limply on either side of his hips.
"Unggggghhhh... " she groaned, flailing her blonde head from side to side. "Suck it...
ohhhhh, gawwwwd!"
And suck he did! Slobbering and opening his jaws so wide he swore they would lock, he struggled to suck both breasts into his mouth. The milky flesh oozed from between his fingers that mauled her succulent flesh painfully. Her soft flesh was suffocating him.
With a deep throated groan, he levered away and reached down to hook his black fingers in the tight elastic waistband of her skimpy bikini panties, and worked them slowly down over the half moons of her buttocks, squirming and grinding into the mattress below.
Sammie raked his ragged fingernails over the naked mounds of Carie's ass cheeks, yanking her lush body back on top of him as he rolled her over on the bed. Her breathing tore from her chest, strained and heavy, as his dark fingers explored the crevice of her smooth ass cheeks. Brutally he yanked them apart like a Parker House roll and fingered the buttony sponginess of her puckered anus. His black hands grazed the tightly rounded orbs of, oozing flesh, trailing lower to forge through the ragged, wet lips of her vagina and probe with his middle finger up into the tight slit.
"Ohhhhh... " she whimpered, envisioning his black hands mauling her white flesh with cruel, sadistic mastery. She spread her sleek thighs open wider to give him full access to her fleece lined pussy. Lurching, groaning, she felt him touch the tingling bud of her clitoris, felt the nub harden and well as it gushed with blood from the raping touch of his fingertips.
"Oh... do that!" she mewled. "Hurt me... "
With a lewd grunt, Sammie stripped out of his Levis, his black eyes feasting on the fleshy pink cuntal lips, dewed with her juices, revealed up between her shivering inner thighs. Up to her firm, milky breasts with their bee-stung nipples ventured his eyes, his virile young black penis lurching and jerking like a snake trying to twist its way out of a tight hole. He would have her in minutes! Would feel his thick black cock slamming into her tight, pink cunt!
Carrie's eyelids flickered in lust as she felt him grind against her, trying to push her back on the mattress so that he could mount her from on top. The satiny feel of his soft dark flesh on her shivering naked whiteness made her eyes jerk with the shocking electrifying contact. Her blue orbs stared at him kneeling there before her, now almost on top of her, a lewd and cruel grin creasing his thick soft lips. Her wide eyes trailed southward to his lean .chest rippling with sinew, down over his taut belly to his lust hardened cock looming up in pulsing erection from his pelvis, and she shuddered in response to the salacious look in his flaming eyes as he grabbed his black girth and began to stroke the outer layer of skin up and down over the mushroom tipped head, making his balls sway between his strong, dark thighs.
"Ohhhh... " she moaned, her breath hissing from her throat, making her naked breasts quiver sensually before him as she gaped in mesmeric awe at the hard, throbbing flesh glistening darkly in the dim light flickering from the television set a room away. The lights played off the shimmering flesh like stars reflecting off deep waters. Mentally, she made a comparison between Phil's thick, veiny penis streaked with blue veins and the solid meat of this dark boy's virility. She licked her soft lips, feeling that same oral mania claim possession of her again. When, dear Lord, when would she outgrow this mania for black boy flesh? Her mouth watered, her body shook and she could already taste the piquant male juices of his boy-cum.
"Like my cock, teach?" he taunted lewdly, pushing his naked teacher down onto her back and lowering his body over her before she could protest, sliding down until his face was hovering over the smooth plain of her belly. He gazed up between her swollen breasts at her shocked face, his dark chocolate eyes feverish with lust. "First I'm gonna taste that sweet, pink cunt... " he grinned.
Carrie swallowed dryly. The cool air played over the raw, inflamed, nerve-filled flesh of her vaginal slit and he gaped goggle eyed down at the sight of moistly glistening cuntal fringed lips wisped with honey curls. His mouth watered from the sight of her petal-like lips dewed with glistening juices, with the oily nub of her clitoris hidden in the bushes of pubic curls, like a single fallen blossom in long grass. The slit pumped with blood before his eyes.
Carrie shivered at the feel of his hot breath snorting between her inner thighs, and the caress of his hot, rough tongue licking a slick trail up through her nakedly exposed cunt lips made her shudder. She shoved her pelvis up into his face, moaning. Carrie was lost...
lost in a world of her own.
Sammie licked and sucked and ground his smooth black face into his teacher's wet, ragged cunt. He fastened his lips ravenously onto the bud of her clitoris as she wriggled and squirmed her rounded hips. She smelled fresh and sweet as if she had just stepped out of the shower. The satiny white skin of her straining thighs clasping and scissoring against his face was smothering him until he could hardly breathe! What a sweet death!
Never had he tasted such a sweet pussy. He never thought he would enjoy eating a white woman's cunt ƒ_" but, man, he was learning the joys of inter-racial lust fast! Maybe, he thought, snickering to himself, all her talk of love and scrambling up the races was true.
Maybe whites and blacks should learn to love each other!
Unexpectedly, Carrie's hands clamped his cheeks and she yanked his cum glistening face from the steaming morass of her cunt. "I... I can't take anymore... I'm... " Her blue eyes pleaded up at him and it was obviously she was about to explode into orgasm. For some unexplainable reason, she wanted to prolong it.
Bewildered, Sammie stared at his teacher. "If you don' like the way I suck your cunt, then you suck my dick!" He wiped her cuntal juices from his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring up between her heaving breasts with a fierce expression on his face.
"I didn't say I didn't... "
Taking control once more, fearful he'd let himself soften, he grabbed the pen knife from the wrinkled bedspread and stuck it to her jugular vein. "Suck my cock, bitch!" he snarled.
From the look in her eye, hungry and glassy, he knew his threat was assininely superfluous!
Carrie struggled up to her elbows to glare down at him, her blue orbs sprinkled with wild sensuality and excitement as they shot downward to stare at the glistening black rod oozing with pearls of pre-cum. Subconsciously, she licked her lips. "You don't have to use a knife on me, Sammie," she whispered throatily.
Squinting at her distrustfully, he pulled it back from her throat and cocking his head warned her: "You try anythin' foolish, lady... you try to run for that door, and that pretty face is gonna be in red ribbons!"
He meant it and she knew it. She also knew that that throbbing black penis jutting up toward the ceiling from a black kinky nest, was about the most delicious sight she'd seen since she first noticed a difference between girls and boys.
"Put down the knife," she purred, "and let's do this right!"
Carrie pressed his black nudity so that his thighs were spread wide. She dropped down over him to curl her fingers tightly around his cock, giving it a loving squeeze.
The knife fell from the awestruck fourteen-year old's black paw as his teacher's delicate fist grasped his hot tube and pumped it hard. A charge of crazy sensations sparked from his taut belly to his muscular vee shaped loins. Convulsively spasming, he felt her gentle caress as she began to stroke the loose foreskin up and down his throbbing penile shaft in a slow mesmerizing rhythm. Stranger still... she couldn't tear her eyes off of it. Bewildered, he studied his teacher's lust-contorted expression as she hovered over him, inching downward over his strong body until she got to her knees and lowered her head inches from his throbbing black prick. Her blue eyes glistened with hunger as she flicked out the tip of her velvety pink tongue to moisten her lips. Adoringly, she held the pulsing shaft in both soft hands, massaging it between the flats of her palms, teasing up and down until his lust fired loins undulated in a shuddering rhythm to maddeningly sensual strokes.
"Ah, God, you cock-lovin' bitch!" he moaned, lying back. The knife forgotten, fell to the floor. Just who was raping who was a matter of speculation!
Miss Osgood, slaving on her black student's throbbing penis, entered a world of her own.
Somewhere between heaven and hell she hovered, teetering, while sizzling devils' pitchforks pricked at the moistened lips of her cunt. As she teased and stroked his hot erection, feeling him twist and groan, her ears buzzing with his feverish moans of lust as she slaved up and down on the tightly stretched foreskin, she worked the purple veined ebony shaft into volcanic hardness.
With precious adoration, she worked the outer layer of flesh down over the naked, seeping head, her mind floating with nothing but the warm, throbbing promise of it in her hand. The tangy smell of him flared in her nostrils and her soft lips brushed over the seeping tip, wetting her lips. Sammie choked, lost in her charm as she drew in her breath and flicked out her tongue tip to swirl around and over his slick male flesh as he twisted and groaned and jerked as if his finger were stuck in an empty light socket!
The spicy tang of his pre-cum oozing from the tiny eye was nectar to her tastebuds and, closing her eyes, she imagined seeing herself with her pink lips stretched around the meaty girth of his pounding black cock. Black and white, male and female, dominant and submissive... the old theme repeated itself, imprinting in her brain forever that this was the only gratifying act the world offered her. The rest of the world could go to hell, blow to smithereens, but it was she and black cock that mattered forever. Lightly she licked down the length of his black tube, dragging her tongue almost to the base before bringing it back up to trail the same searing path, her hand smoothing along its wake, up and down, then lower to cuddle his testicles. Delicately, her fingers weighed the cum-heavy bags in her palm, her other hand pulling the loose foreskin down so far that the nakedly seeping eye squirted smears of sticky thread over her chin.
Slavishly, she maneuvered her feasting, stretched lips back to the tip and shoved it into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and ovaling her lips as if they were so much elastic!
Anything to accommodate him! She revered it, adored it, let it become her master. Eyelids fluttering in ecstasy, she stared at the throbbing black flesh oozing virility.