Chapter 1
He leaned against the door and watched Naomi as she moved about his apartment, familiarizing herself with the surroundings. Her bronzed skin contrasted with the decor. And then he laughed as she playfully plumped herself down into the deep, over-sized chair. She was still feeling the effects of a little too much alcohol, and the slur in her voice showed it.
"Nice place you got here. Must cost a lot of bread," she said, and her dark eyes twinkled mischievously. He answered with a shrug, unable to take his eyes off the tan show of her thighs that peeked from under the hiked-up skirt.
"Bread ... you know ... money ... dough! Guess you're not as hep as I thought you were," Naomi giggled again. Then she swung her legs up over the chair, and he averted his eyes at the sight of more tawny flesh.
"Oh yeah," he finally answered, "Money ... I guess it is a little expensive ... but I learned a long time ago that you pay for what you get...."
Naomi closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the chair. "Pay for what you get? You're right, Mister, so right! But that's why you brought me here, wasn't it? To get what you paid for! And that's why I let you pick me up! Bet it was the first time you were ever in a place on the South Side! Bet you were just slumming! Thought you'd change your luck!"
Head still tilted back, she opened her eyes slightly and studied him through the tiny slits. Sure, I know what you're thinking. Girls like me are different from white girls! Especially in bed! Bet you think that's all we do ... that's all we talk about ... making love! We all got a reputation as hot-pants broads ... like we can't live without it. Like we invented it! And that's why you came down to my side of the town ... to see if it's really true! Probably got yourself some nice frigid white girl who thinks she's doing you a favor every time she spreads her legs! Well, Mister, you're in for quite a surprise! A girl's a girl, no matter what her color. But I'm gonna give it to you like you never had it before! That's what you want and that's what you're gonna get! I'm going to show you what a woman's for!
Naomi opened her eyes all the way and smiled at him. A secret smile. "Where is it, Mister?" she asked brazenly.
"Where's what? And why don't you call me Randy? Make it a little more informal."
She nodded in agreement ... "that would be nice ... a little more informal ... Randy."
She said his name as if she were tasting it. And then she smiled, for it tasted good. Had a nice ring to it. A nice feel to it.
"Now tell me again, where is what?" he asked as he came away from the door and stood in the center of the room with his arms folded across his chest.
"The bedroom!"
Naomi said the words with her eyes locked hard on his face. And her lips curled in a tiny grin when she saw the muscles quiver in his cheek.
What's the matter, white boy ... am I too fast for you? Too quick? Isn't that what you expected from a girl like me!
Nervously, he pointed down a hall off the left side of the living room. "It's in there. But ... but...."
Naomi stood up, straightening her skirt down over her long tapering legs. Then she looked at him. "No buts, Randy, isn't that why you brought me here? It better be, because that's why I came here! To use your bedroom!" She felt warm inside as nervous embarrassment flickered across his face, and then as his eyes were unable to meet hers, she wanted to laugh.
You men! All the same ... lots of big talk until the chips are on the table! Or the chippies are on the sheets! Just like little boys! Well, little boy, you'd better grow up fast ... cause you're gonna get your first lesson!
Weaving slightly because of the liquor, Naomi followed his directions and moved down the hall toward the bedroom. She was aware that he hadn't followed her, but she no longer cared. She pushed her way through the door, and her eyes opened wide at the sight of the over-sized bed.
"Whee!" she laughed happily. "What a playground!"
She undressed quickly, peeling off her blouse over her long tawny arms, and then stepped out of her skirt. Still standing by the door, she reached behind her back and unhooked her brassiere, letting her full breasts fall free. Then, hooking her thumbs into the elastic band of her garter belt and-panties, she worked them down over her thighs and legs. Naked now, she turned on the soft light above the night stand before getting into the bed. Its illumination seemed to change the light brown of her flesh into streaks of gold. Then she pulled down the covers and oozed herself onto the white sheets. Stretched out full length and with her hands behind her head, she stared at the ceiling.
Why am I doing this? What am I doing in this man's bed? It's the first time I ever let a white man pick me up like this! I know he don't know that, but it's true! But why? She sat up and hugged her breasts with her long arms and looked around the room. The luxurious surroundings of the deep carpeting and the expensive furniture made her clutch herself tighter in delight.
This is why. Because it's nice here. And clean. Makes a person feel like a human being. Because I'm tired of looking at crummy furniture and dirty walls! Because by letting him pick me up I could escape from that run-down tenement! He doesn't know anything about things like that ... people like him never do ... not that it's his fault, but he can give me what I want! And all I've got to do is give him me what I want! And all he wants is me! He's got an image of what I'm like in bed. And all I got to do is make it happen for him! He thinks I'm wild ... untamed ... well, I'll show him how wild and untamed I can be!
Naomi stretched out on the bed as she heard Randy coming into the room. She closed her eyes, but she heard his breath escaping in soft rasps as he stood beside her staring down at her lush, tan body. Anticipating the hungry look on his face, Naomi moved her body seductively. She wanted him to want her. To be mad for her. To devour her with his eyes.
A mixture of emotions flooded Randy's mind as he gazed down at the gorgeous girl against the white sheets. Black women had always possessed a certain animal quality for Randy, and Naomi was no exception. Her slightly flared nostrils made Randy think of a tigress waiting for him, a hungry tigress ready to devour him. How many times had he looked at pretty black girls and felt an itch in his crotch-a longing to fuck? Now this beautiful bronze creature was all his!
His eyes roamed over her body,-taking in her heavy, pointed breasts capped with pinkish-brown nipples. He let his eyes move down to the tan of her crotch and he stared hard at the curly black hair that crested the thin, pink lips of her cunt. Randy's breath caught in his throat as he saw her spread her thighs slightly and arch her body so that the pink inner-flesh of her vagina was thrust at his eager eyes. My God, he thought, she wants it as badly as I do!
He'd never seen a girl like Naomi before. Her tawny skin seemed to ripple with a vibrant being he'd only dreamed of in a girl. The whites of her lovely eyes, sparkling ivory teeth, pink, darting tongue-all contrasted with her tan skin to emphasize her beauty. He could feel his cock straining against his shorts, pleading to be free to ravage the brown body before him. So black men are supposed to be real studs, Randy thought! Well, he'd give her something to compare them with, by god! He quickly pulled off his clothes and stood over her nude body.
Naomi watched him undress, his pink skin both fascinating and repelling her. His odor, like wash soap, permeated her nostrils and Naomi wondered what it would be like having a white man make love to her. She looked up at his white, pinkish cock with its bulbous red tip and almost had to suppress a giggle. It was the same shape as the Negro cock, but it looked so funny-so tender and delicate. The blue veins were emphasized along the shaft, and they throbbed as Naomi watched, but she couldn't believe that this pink stick could give her any pleasure. Somewhere along the line some black woman in her family had taken on a pink prick like this. That's why I'm the color I am today, Naomi said to herself. I wonder how she felt when she saw that pink cock? Did she love the man? Or did she just want to be fucked? Naomi watched Randy's hands move towards her body.
His tongue darted out of his mouth and licked his lips as he ran his hands over her tan tits, his fingers kneading the large nipples until they popped up taut and erect. The texture of her skin fascinated him, thrilled his fingers to the touch. It seemed like every pore was open, yet the texture was fine and smooth, like an expensive velvet. He saw a light brown arm dart out to his groin and then looked down to see her bronze fingers wrapped around his surging cock. She pulled the foreskin back and then popped it over the head with a thrilling movement of her swift, educated fingers.
Randy thought he would explode! It seemed that everything he had heard about Negro girls was true! Her hot hand felt like an electric machine milking his cock as he stood there above her playing with her hard nipples. His balls were throbbing and Randy vowed she would not find him wanting!
Naomi had to hold back a smile and a giggle. Whitey was ready. Was he ever ready! He believed the myth about Negro sexual prowess, and Naomi was going to leave him a living witness to just how great a colored girl could be. Lubricating fluids were oozing from his hard cock and Naomi felt her hand become wet and sticky. She could smell sex, that basic, musty odor that made human beings become animals for a brief span. It excited her, and Naomi marveled at that. Until that moment everything had been mechanical to her. She was here to fuck this white man silly, but suddenly she felt desire boiling in her own loins.
Randy pulled his hands from her heaving breasts and lowered them to her crotch. Firmly, he spread her legs apart so that her whole cunt spun its web before his hungry eyes. He let his finger slide down between the wet lips of her pussy and the touch of that warm inner flesh sent a shudder racing through him. He pulled his finger up and down the slit, teasing the already erect bud of her clitoris each time he passed. Then he savagely sunk his middle finger deep inside her cunt.
"Aauugghh!" she moaned as it worked into her innermost depths. She squeezed his cock in return, and she raised her body and leaned out so that her lips touched the head of his cock. Her tongue lashed out and swiped across the bright-pink meat of his prick. Her other hand snaked up between his legs and grasped his balls to work them as she licked and teased the length of his shaft with her demanding tongue and hungry lips. Naomi pursed her mouth into an O and slowly pulled his hard cock inside to cover it with the wet warmth of her cheeks.
"Oooohhh!" Randy gasped. She's sucking my cock! Good God! No girl's ever done that to me before. He stood there, his cock sunk deep in her throat, and watched her lips nibble at the heavy pubic hair at the base as she tried to completely devour him. Her soft, black hair cascaded down her face and flew freely in the air as she bobbed in and out to eat his prick with her hungry mouth. Randy finger-fucked her and rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, but he felt his body weakening and knew that he would soon be beyond the point of no return in her mouth. Then she'd have a trophy to tell people about-a white man who'd shot his load when she first started kissing it. No! By God, she was going to be fucked!
He pulled away from her, his cock coming out of her sucking mouth with a loud plopping sound as he broke the suction. She tried to follow him, but Randy held her to the bed and climbed between her legs. The sight of her dark skin against his white excited him and drove him to jam his prick deep up in her belly, but Randy held back. This girl would have a story to tell, all right, but it would be about a white man who fucked her until she couldn't stand it any more. He spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers and began fondling her clitoris between the thumb and forefinger of one hand while he finger-fucked her hard with his middle digit of the other hand.
"Oooh! Man, you're driving me crazy! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she moaned. Get that little pink cock up inside me before I go out of my mind, she said to herself! Come on, Whitey, fuck this colored girl. That's what you brought me here for-now give it to me! Those fingers are driving me crazy!"
Randy watched her moan and groan as he played with her, her breasts heaving up from her chest and perspiration breaking out to glisten on her bronze brow. He was working her cunt with everything he had, and he knew he had her where he wanted her.
She was a hot bitch, and she'd break long before he did!
Suddenly their eyes met and a realization broke in their minds. Naomi saw the difference in their color melt before her eyes. Randy wasn't Whitey any longer. He was a man-and she was a woman! Randy knew it as if he had been struck by a sharp knife cutting through his conscience. This was more than a Negress, more than a girl to be fucked. This was something special, something that had never happened before in his life.
Naomi's hands shot up and grabbed his cock and pulled him to her.
"Fuck me, Randy. I mean really fuck me!"
Her legs opened wider and her knees flew up in the air so that they came down against her chest. She arched her body so that her cunt gaped at him, and then she pulled his cock down so that the tip rested inside the hot lips of her brown slit. Randy braced his knees on the bed and fell against her, ramming his cock its full length up inside her belly. He felt his heavy, throbbing balls bounce against her firm ass as he began pumping his cock to her like a hard piston. The warm, moist flesh of her vagina wrapped around his cock and held it firmly as it slid in and out.
"Aahh!" she groaned through clenched teeth as she felt him race through her cuntal passage and the head of his cock lodge itself against her uterus. It had never been like this before, and Naomi was frightened. What they were doing transcended sex, went beyond anything she had ever experienced before. She couldn't understand it. The whole thing was beyond her power to reason. But Naomi's mind knew one thing: she wouldn't let him go. She flexed her cunt muscles and gripped his cock with all of her force. Then she pulled her head up between her widespread legs and reached up with her hands to grab his hair and pull his mouth down against hers. Their tongues met in fire and passion, and their lips and teeth ground together.
An almost mystic quality gripped them both. They let themselves go like they never had before. Randy's body beat against her open crotch, their pubic mounds grinding together and matted hair tangled in knots, and Naomi thrust up to meet his hard lunge.
What's happening to me, Naomi cried inside? It's always been so mechanical and now I'm lost-gone-on the wildest trip any girl ever took! She became an animal, dug her nails into his back with one hand and reached around her ass with her other to grab his flailing balls and grip them tight.
Randy had been holding on by a fine line, and when he felt her hand grab his balls he lost all control. He felt the head of his cock swell up, and then begin to shoot hot spurts of come deep inside her. Naomi's hand milked his balls, pumping every last drop far up her vagina as she began to enter the spasms of her own orgasm. Her ankles wrapped around Randy's neck and gripped his mouth against hers. Naomi's body became a quivering mass beneath him.
"Aaaiiieee!" she screamed as her climax gripped her and threw her body into small convulsions.
Their muscles strained as their bodies locked in a final earth-shaking embrace, and then they both turned to molten liquid. Naomi felt her consciousness slip away from her slowly. Never before had there been one like this. Never before had she so completely given herself to anyone! She felt her body melt back into the mattress, every muscle gone, every ounce drained from her. That sweet, pink cock filling her cunt. The warm juice running down her leg. Those heavy balls resting on her ass. This was all Naomi could sense, and she fell down into a deep, peaceful slumber, a smile of completion-surrender-making her face radiantly beautiful.