Chapter 9
The key-note of the whole census lark was sounded the day I took the exam. Thirty other people sat at tables constructed ingeniously of gray surfaced corrugated cardboard. The testees (pardon the French) faced each other, two to a table, each within range of the other's feet. While filling out the pertinent information requested on the test booklet, I felt a friendly prod of my ankle. I looked up into the whitest set of teeth belonging to the blackest face I had ever seen.
My new acquaintance broadened his grin and scratched his tufting goatee. "Good mornin', Sunshine," he whispered with revival feeling. "I knew the minute I got heah, this was gonna be a bee-utiful day."
I looked into his soulful eyes, dancing a cakewalk for my benefit, and a thrill skittered up and down my privates. He was popping with self-confidence and I could almost feel his rod raise the table.
"Morning," I replied, conscious of his foot still holding firm against mine.
"Yeah," he drawled, smearing his voice across my breasts. They tingled with the sound. He leaned across the table and read my filled in form.
"Sa-mantha? That right? Samantha Bonno, I'm Franklin Callendar," he smiled. "It might not be fashionable nowadays, honey, but let's you and me integrate."
I might have said yes in an instant, but the test proctor called for everyone's attention. She proceeded to explain the mechanics of the test in perfect Civil Servantese.
"When I tell you to begin, you can begin," she said, making herself perfectly clear. A moment later the signal was given and we all opened our booklets to take the multiple question quiz.
Franklin's foot left mine for the time being and we zipped through the simple test.
I finished with plenty of time to spare and I looked up to see his mocking eyes undressing me. Others in the room continued to pore over their tests and we remained silent. But Franklin's educated foot told me all I needed to know. I felt it glide up the innerside of my calf. He slipped the toe of his shoe under the seat of my rolling swivel chair and pulled me toward him. I nearly burst into laughter and closed my knees on his ankle.
He poked his tongue between his teeth and how I wished my craving pussy was at the end of its redness to receive his hot moisture.
"Times up," the proctor called and she collected the papers while explaining that we would be notified by the next week as to whether or not we would be used for canvassing.
"Which way you goin'? Bet I'm headed that way, too," Franklin said, arising.
I said nothing, but walked outside, fully conscious of the fact that he was just two paces behind. He darted on ahead and opened the door to his late model Buick parked conveniently at the corner. Franklin ushered me in and I didn't hesitate for an instant.
The plush red leather upholstery was definitely custom made and I idly wondered how a fellow who had just taken the Census Bureau test to become a temporary enumerator could afford such a distinctive interior. He interrupted my wonderment when the dear boy's hand found my knee instead of the zippy four-speed gear shift.
"You drive pretty fast," I said while his ebony fingers whitened five dents.
"I don't like to waste time," he replied.
I contemplated his diamond-ringed finger and patted his hand. "The fastest way to my apartment is by another route."
"I figure I'm about a foot and three inches from where you live," he insisted, sliding his hand under my skirt.
"Fifty-Seventh and Third," I contradicted while a surge of renewed feeling flowed through my loins.
"O.K., we do it any way you like it," Franklin laughed, and we sped into the street. His grin remained implacable through the mid-town traffic and I couldn't help feeling inordinately proud to be sitting next to this very promising stud.
He parked the car into an illegal zone and never gave it a second thought as he opened my door and helped me out. It was the last gentlemanly thing he did that afternoon. I opened the door to my apartment after two flights of feeling his hand lightly on my butt.
"Nice," he said appreciatively, taking in Tully's decor. "Where's the bedroom?"
"Wouldn't you like a drink or something?"
"Uh, uh, but I've got a powerful hunger for your sweet-assed body," he said and made himself all the more clear by taking me in his arms and wrapping his lips around mine. I was sunk with his first kiss. His tongue shot through my mouth and I was panting with excitement. His firm chest heaved against my breasts and massaged them while his big meat hand squeezed one lucky buttock.
"You can't turn a hungry man like me down," he hissed, slithering his hand around to the front of my undies.
"Never even thought of it," I said as his long fingers entwined my muff. He riveted a probing finger against my vulva and I stood on tiptoes, balanced precariously on his heavenly finger pedestal.
"Oh, baby. Let's do it," he said flashing his pearly teeth and rubbing his moist finger against my damp.
My flesh was alive with need for his manhood and together we drifted to my bedroom. I rubbed his thighs and unzipped his pants. Franklin's weapon stood straight out like a medieval battle-ax.
I shivered to imagine this scarred and calloused club surging through me. Equipped with bulging warts on his glans, his rod flexed under my gaze and Franklin saw my anticipation.
"But let's see your stuff," he chuckled deeply. With two deft moves he had me down to bra and panties. While I undid my top his large hands circled my hips and stripped away my bikini's. "Oooowhee," he whistled. "You are one sweet thing."
His fingers tickled my jugs, already taut with expectation and sexual feeling, and I spread to accommodate his searching eyes. He leaned his modified natural against my muff and a million tiny pin-pricks foretold of what was to come. He pulled me down to the bed suddenly and his face was rammed between my legs. His mouth opened and he took a bite out of my pussy-or so it felt, as his teeth clamped down on my flesh.
"Aaahhh," I wailed and he never paid a bit of heed. His lips sucked at my cunny lips and his tongue slashed a path into my vagina.
I was half-way between pain and ecstasy when he reared his head and I realized my clit was being pulled a good two inches high between his teeth. His eyes were laughing demonically while alarming warnings were being flashed from my punished flesh.
I finally caught my breath and gasped, only to feel his head plunge down and his tongue gore deeply into my pussy. My heart was in my throat and I didn't know what to expect next. I was suddenly skittish and afraid. He realized that I was tense and he seemed to return to his gentler self.
"I just get carried away with delicious pussy," he panted. "You must be a little hungry, now, yourself."
He lay back and twisted onto his side so his prickly surface rod pointed rigidly under my nose. I pushed the head of his massive piece into my mouth and grasped the length of it with both hands. He flexed his hot mushroom and I was fairly drooling with the oral stimulation. I held his heavy balls in my palm and felt the power and potency contained in the fragile looking sac.
His prick began to swell between my jaws and he rocked on his side, moving his hardness in and out against the back of my throat. His hands were prying my legs apart and I could feel his tongue licking at my sex while I sucked and blew on his tasty cock.
Before I knew it, he threw his weight on top of me and I was on my back. He began pumping his prick through my mouth while he mauled my pussy with his lips and teeth. I tried to retard his pounding hard-on by squeezing my lips around it. But he drove on through to my wind-pipe. His piece had grown to insane proportions and I was able only to receive his punishment through my aching jaws. My own pussy was surging with stimulation his nipping teeth and tongue wreaked. He grunted and it was with the greatest relief that I felt a tide of his come overflow my mouth. His creamy come dribbled down my chin and I nearly gagged until he had the decency to pull his spear from my lips.
Franklin worked fast, however. I had barely downed his sticky deposit when he slithered his rod into my hot and open pussy.
He drove in so deeply I thought he might lose himself within me. Then he began a rhythmic pumping that stretched and frictioned my seething insides. His taut hardness slid easily against my raving flesh and I didn't remember when I felt so completely sexed. My body was crawling with the delicious feeling.
His huge hands cupped my fanny and I pulled my legs up to feel his magnificent sword penetrate the deeper. He was pushing the buttons to my uterus with his long dark rod. He began arching his pelvis and pulling his heavenly piece almost out of my sopping slot before plunging through again with a roller coaster speed. I tightened my muscles to feel the pressure of his driving iron. His long black piston made me claw the air with ecstasy and I tangled my fingers in his natural.
Then his hands were pressing my breasts. My dark nipples pushed through his fingers and stinging sensations flashed through my body jolting me with a maddening passion. I bucked and twisted my hips to feel him hit with the frenzy of a volcano.
His scorching weapon pelted me with a maddening action that brought me to the beginning of the most complete orgasm I'd ever experienced. His swollen sex was ready to burst when mine was and for one long moment the deafening shrill of our explosions filled our bodies.
My pussy was broken into a million fragments shot through with his mammoth blast of come. His manhood was running out of me as though the Grand Coulee had burst. His come trickled down my thighs while he continued to saw through our slickness.
"I knew the day was going to be a winner," Franklin said, finally, gently scraping my cheeks with his fingernails. I was fairly bristling with sustained sexual stimulation and flexed my stuffed pussy against his outrageous rod. He began to slip back and I panicked with the thought he was going to leave.
"Not yet, please," I implored. I couldn't have enough of him.
"You give a stud a good workout," he smiled.
But I barely heard. My pussy was winding up for another shot and I pumped my body upward for more of his good thing.
"You want to drive for a while?" Franklin asked.
Did I ever. He turned onto his back and I stayed impaled stiffly by his rigid prick. He had fantastic staying power and now all he had to do was keep his surging spear alive while I did the delightful work. I straddled his hips with my knees and rotated my clinging cunny on his precious thickness.
Suddenly he pushed a long finger against my erect clit, then crept down to the root of his rod and finally up into my packed channel. Now his thumb pressed my sensating button and his finger wiggled against my inner flesh. He began to flex his rod and pump upwards. My pussy was aflame with stimulation and I shrieked with the thrilling surprise. I rocked recklessly on his divine pinnacle and the surging well-springs of another orgasm spilled from their tiny spigots. Again I was torn apart with a maddening climax.
His coaxing fingers helped create an almost painful release and I was brought off violently. I fell forward onto his broad black chest, only to be turned over onto my back again for Franklin to take his pleasure. I had teased his piece with my passionate writhings and now he had an insane load on. I was exhausted and only vaguely conscious of his lighting rod flashing and cutting through my belly. His prick seemed to expand and lengthen and I could feel the tip of his manhood slap into my cervix, jolting me back to one final spasm of coming.
He slammed his torso down into me, wound up again and crashed into me, grunting and insane. His eyes bulged with effort and a mad grin spread across his face. His piece grew to the thickest it had been and when he came it was like a depth charge ravishing my nearly numb vagina.
His heart thumped against my breast and beads of sweat dripped from his black brow onto my cheeks. I blew on his scraggy goatee that tickled my nose and chin. His hardness began to subside and it was almost with relief that I felt his black snake coiling out of my raw honeycomb.
He blew a heavy sigh and rolled to my side. His depleted spear bent nearly in half, glistening with our juices and I put my hand on its stickiness. I couldn't resist squeezing it and a bead of white pearl appeared at the tip. I swooped over and licked the precious dew, then cleaned him off completely, tonguing his delicious chocolate bar.
I lay my head between his legs and we both fell asleep. My exhaustion and satisfaction was complete. It had to be the same for Franklin, too. For he never stirred.
A few hours later I awoke while the black knight breathed evenly in his sleep. I crept out of bed and watched his gently heaving torso for nearly a minute. He was one hunk of masculinity and I counted myself extraordinarily lucky to have been on the receiving end of his big gun. I tiptoed out to put up some coffee and grab a quick shower before he stirred.
I was drying myself off with a large turkish towel when I saw him move through the door to my bedroom. I marveled at his thick-muscled thighs and he saw me staring.
"Ready for some more," he chirped. He was putting the receiver to my phone down.
"You must be kidding," I replied, winding the towel around me.
"I don't come across such a pretty piece of ass every day, you know. Listen, there's a couple of friends I know right around the corner ...."
"Oh, no....I didn't bring you up here for a free for all," I said quickly.
"Oh, that's too bad. Let's see if I can call them back."
He dialed a number and we waited while the ringing on the other end continued. I wasn't even sure he had called a legitimate number.
"Looks like it's too late," he drawled.
"Listen here, I've got an acting call in half an hour," I lied.
"That's O.K. I'll head them off," Franklin said, all innocence.
The doorbell buzzed in the next moment and Franklin was already pressing the front door buzzer to open the outside entrance
"You could have met them outside," I said angrily.
"Keep your towel on," he chuckled, pulling on his trousers. There was a knock on the door and he answered it while I scurried into the bedroom to put some clothes on. My mind raced with a dozen fears. I didn't trust Franklin any longer and wondered what kind of caper he was up to. I went to the phone ready to dial the emergency police number when the doorway to my bedroom was filled with two dark-skinned brothers.
"Ooooo-whee," one fellow squealed.
"Franklin, get them out of here," I shouted.
"The brother is havin' his coffee," the more vocal of the pair explained. " 'Sez you do some heavy ballin'."
The two of them entered the room and I began to dial the police. One of the bloods yanked the phone jack from its receptacle.
"Aw, honey, we ain't even been introduced," the quick one said with a mocking smile. "Jackson, meet what's your name?"
"I don't want you up here," I said placing the bed between us.
"Wassa matter, you think you too good for us," Jackson said in a high-pitched falsetto. He sounded like a queen.
"Listen, we ain't gonna touch you, got that, cunt?" I was confused and frightened and stood with my mouth open.
"Me an' Jackson jus' wants you to watch us, that's all. But you gotta take your clothes off," the first one said.
I clutched the bedpost.
"What for? Why don't you just leave," I insisted, trying to control the quiver in my voice.
"'Cause that would be the friendly thing to do," he said, rocking on his heels.
Jackson had already begun to drop his pants and the first one unbuckled his belt.
"Take those weeds off and nothin's gonna happen to you. You have my word ...." he drawled.
Just then Franklin appeared at the door.
"Go on, do as they say," he said, smiling. "Nothing's going to happen to you. They're just gonna play some games with each other. But you just gotta stand there in your birthday suit"
Jackson was already stripped to his shining brown body and his brother was down to his drawers.
Tentatively I unbuttoned my shift and watched the pair looking at each other. Franklin leaned in the doorway and simply smiled. His eyes urged me to undress completely. His two brothers barely acknowledged my presence. They were wrapped up in each other's bodies, and well they might be, for they had incredibly well-built torsos. Their muscles seemed to gleam from their skin and their rods looked as though someone's wishful thinking had come true. Both of them had ten inches on the hang and they weren't even erected.
I disrobed nearly mesmerized by their bodies. They looked at me at once and I saw their peters begin to thicken. Jackson drank my body in and then gazed at his friend's throbbing piece. He licked his lips and his hand suddenly shot out to grasp the rising rod. His big hands seemed small around the growing prick.
"Now get on the bed and on your hands and knees," the owner of the hardening rod ordered.
I was so wrapped in their bizarre behavior that I didn't realize immediately he was talking to me.
"Don't this cunt listen," he asked of Franklin.
"Do it," my former friend said.
I hesitated further and Franklin took a step toward me. My body took over and I climbed on the bed onto my hands and knees.
"Stick your ass into the air," Franklin ordered. Nervously I did as he said.
Jackson squeezed hard and spoke.
"C'mon" Tommy, she's doin' it."
Then all hell broke loose. Franklin moved first, jumping on the bed and pinning my hands to the mattress. Then Jackson and Tommy were up behind me spreading my cheeks until I thought they would break apart.
My voice froze in terror as I watched Franklin's impassively smiling face.
Tommy's gigantic penis shoved against my taut anal crease.
"Oh, god," I gasped.
"Open up, honey-cunt," he drawled.
I shut my eyes and tried to will my muscles to release themselves. Whatever was happening, I wished it was over with.
I felt fingers poking at my pussy just as my sphincter, muscle opened enough to accommodate Tommy's battering ram. In slipped his honed rod and I blanched with the initial hurt. Tommy's entrance was Jackson's signal for his end of the deal. He crawled between my spread legs and slithered on his back until I felt his mouth clenching my left breast. Tommy began to pump from behind and I felt his long rod snaking slowly through my anus. Jackson's penis had erected fully and I realized it was poking up my muff from below.
The game came clear to me as Jackson inched his length upward and pushed it against the mouth of my vagina. Two hands pulled my hips downward and suddenly he had penetrated into my pussy. He arched his pelvis to maintain the weird angle and soon he was sailing through my wetness with ease.
Jackson's lips toyed with my tit and I began to experience the first pangs of pleasure from the doubled action screwing machine behind and under me. Franklin wasn't going to merely stand by either. He unzipped his trousers and I was faced with his blossoming peter swelling darkly under my chin. He lay in a half-crouch, his back supported by the headboard. He pushed my head down so my lips parted against his mushrooming glans. I was had now in three places, stuffed fore and aft and now they began to go to work on me in earnest. Jackson carried most of my weight with the greatest of ease, judging from his upward slithering rod that stretched my pussy.
Tommy's joint rode in and out of my fanny and Franklin's spear cleaved my jaws. The simultaneous stimulation was incredible as I gave myself completely to the three of them amidst their muttering and groaning. Jackson started the ride getting bumpy as he arched and bucked his hot rod through my moist grotto. He was going to peak from the feel of it and everything else seemed to stop while he slammed his length upward to an insane cadence.
He bit into my breasts and ricocheted his rigid prick back and forth until I was breathless and at the point of coming myself. Accompanied by his blood-curdling howl, Jackson spewed his seed into my channel. It was only a signal for Tommy to loose his load and he did so after a prolonged battering bout that seemed to rupture my rump.
Two down, one to go, I calculated, as I felt Tommy's come dripping from my hind parts. My mouth was aching with his pounding thickness, but I was being driven out of my mind with lust. I focused my full attention on making Franklin come. His jiggling ball nest was captivating and I fondled his sack of pellets with my eager fingers, while I scraped the underside of his shaft with my incisors.
Franklin was on the verge of coming. He took my head in his two powerful hands and he pulled me onto his massive spike, then raised me off. Again and again, I was drawn up and down on his delicious peter until I shut my eyes and prayed for him to blow his cork. I squeezed his tremendous testicles and felt the fruit juice of our efforts spurt into my mouth. A tide of milky come swelled sweetly on my tongue and I drank from his potent spigot.
I looked up to see if my hopes were real. That this would be the end of the little party. But Franklin simply smiled. The other two had vanished into the outer room. I pulled myself up, afraid to ask what was next.
"The boys got a little hungry. They're checkin' out the refrigerator," Franklin said.
I felt at my lowest, a prisoner in my own apartment. I lay sulking while Franklin idly stroked my shoulders and breasts. I had been used and humiliated and I hated him. My thighs were sticky with the ooze of our sex and my brownish moss was tacky with our drippings. I tried to separate the hairs by combing my fingers through when Jackson and Tommy re-entered holding some cold chicken I had in the refrigerator. I felt like the place was being sacked.
"How're you doin', pale pussy?" Jackson asked between bites.
"Fine, but I'd do a lot better if you all went home," I said wearily.
"Y'ain't got some barbeque sauce, do you?" Tommy wondered, scrunching up his face at my version of fried chicken.
"Just what's there," I replied.
"Then how 'bout some of your home grown honey," Jackson falsettoed.
Callender giggled nastily behind me and I felt his hands holding my shoulders. Tommy leaped onto the bed and parted my legs. He spread my labia like peach halves with his thumbs.
"She's got the fixin's," he announced. The tip of one finger played up and down on my clitoris hidden in the folds above the lips. The node betrayed me by erecting and peeking through my pink flesh. Another finger ran in and out of me, and goddammit, I was turning on again. His digit became moist with my secretions.
"Yeah, the oven's just about ready, Brother Jackson. Le's fry some chicken."
My notch had widened considerably and Jackson shoved a small drumstick into my vagina. It was child's play compared to the reaming I had just undergone, but Jackson wiggled the chicken in and out and around until it was coated with my juices and the strange stimulation was working.
He pulled it out and sampled a bite. "Well, it's better than it was before," Jackson commented and another drumstick was slipped into my unlikely fryer. Franklin's hands still gripped my shoulders and so I was the unwilling engine of their thoughtless game.
Tommy wiggled the second piece relentlessly and he brought me to another climax on a goddamn piece of chicken. He pulled it out and dragged the dripping food across my belly and circled my quivering breasts. A riverbed of chicken grease and my own come was left on my body, followed by the voracious tongues of the two pranksters. Jackson began at my pussy and Tommy began licking at my breasts. Soon they were gnawing away at my dark-tipped aureoles, one to a breast.
Just then the phone began to ring. More the bell box on the footboard to the wall jangled insistently. The useless phone lay on the floor, ripped out of the jack. The ring of the phone was a signal to the two studs who rubbed my breasts raw to leave off. Franklin was already climbing into his pants and Tommy and Jackson did the same. Not a word was spoken. I lay on the bed and watched through half-closed eyes as they departed. The ringing in the wall stopped when I finally plugged the phone in too late.
I stepped into the outer room half expecting one of the studs to be there still, hiding and ready to pounce. I had plenty to be paranoic about. I saw no one and bolted the door. I debated with myself on the wisdom of calling the police. Had I not, after all, brought the whole thing on myself? My assailants would as soon cut my throat as fuck me, I decided, and so there would be no call to the cops. Wearily, I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. A glance into the full-length mirror nearly shocked me. My body was greasy and spattered with their come and the damned chicken. I turned the hot water on completely. I wanted to scald myself-mortify my flesh for my stupidity. "No more pick-ups," I vowed, clenching my eyes to feel the needles of burning water thrash my body.