Chapter 5
Sexually liberated but without friends or contacts, Terry had no alternative but to return to the Hunsucker Dating Service. Agnes Hunsucker looked up at her new client with considerable amusement.
"Told you so," she said in a teasing way. "You'd be back, and I knew it."
"How did you know it?" Terry asked, smiling. There was no longer any need for shame or embarrassment when it came to sexual activity or the need of it.
The heavy-breasted woman leaned back in her chair behind the desk. "You had fuck written all over your face from the moment you stepped into my office. I knew you were coming that first time. That's why I arranged a little show for your benefit. Sort of break you in to our services the visual way."
Terry laughed. "Well, you succeeded. That little show between the young boy and the old bitch set me to thinking about nooky. Sure, I told myself it was distasteful and dirty. But I guess I really didn't believe that kind of bullshit myself. At any rate," she said, waving her arms about, "here I sit. A client. To say I'm looking for action would be putting it mildly. I'm newly liberated and anxious to try my wings."
Agnes nodded, approvingly. "Good for you. Let's go through our files and get you matched up, immediately."
"That's why I'm here," Terry said and tapped the area of her crotch, meaningfully.
From her files, Agnes Hunsucker removed a handful of glossy photographs. "I'll go through them one by one," she told her client. "When you react sexually, you'll know it. Then, we'll make our match."
"I can hardly wait," Terry replied, and there was no longer any doubt about her need for prompt, sexual attention.
First, Agnes showed Terry a photo of a young boy, about twelve, or thirteen. She shook her head, "No thanks. I've got a thirteen-year-old son who will give me all the young nuts I want. I crave something a little different."
Agnes nodded. "What about this eighty-year-old man? He can still get it up, and all of my clients testify about his educated tongue."
Again, Terry shook her head. "Not interested in old farts, today. Show me more," she urged.
The woman hesitated. "Did you say you were from the South?" she asked.
"Originally," Terry replied. "Why?"
The president of the dating firm hesitated. "I've got several blacks who are crazy about white women."
"Let's see them." Terry replied too quickly to conceal her interest and excitement.
"Ah," Agnes said, pleased. Her original estimate of Terry's sexual potential had been highly accurate. "I'll match you up with Joe Brown. He's the biggest, blackest, horniest, fucking-iest buck I've got on file. And he craves white pussy. He won't disappoint you."
Terry was curious enough to ask, "Why? I mean why does white pussy turn this guy on so much? A lot of black bucks hate white people, including white females."
Agnes agreed. "But this black buck doesn't hate white females," she assured Terry. "It's a social thing with him. He's gained a bit of affluence as a black businessman. Now he wants to spread out socially. He feels it gives him status to fuck pretty white females and to be seen with them."
"Sounds interesting," Terry said. If she played her cards right and made enough promises, she'd be able to get the black man to do anything to her.
She made up her mind. "Okay. I'll meet him. But I'm not promising anything. Some blacks I could go for. Some not. It all depends on him, and his talents." She added. "I hope he's not one of those black rabbit men ... on and off again types."
Hunsucker shrugged. "You'll have to find that out for yourself," she said, indifferently. "All I do is make the match."
As Terry was about to leave, she had another afterthought. "Even though he is a would-be social climber into white society," she said, "he could have a latent hatred for whites.
Wouldn't that make him dangerous?"
Hunsucker nodded. "Of course. But hatred is a form of energy. If you're smart, you'll channel that energy into his cock. Maybe that's why he's rated as such a terrific fucker."
"Interesting thought," Terry agreed. "Okay, you phone up and tell the big, black buck I'm on my way. No point in wasting any time."
"Agreed," Agnes Hunsucker replied lifting the phone from off the cradle. "You go on your way. Brown will be ready for you."
As Terry opened the door, the woman called after her. "Good luck." Then, as an afterthought. "Be careful."
All the way over to her appointment in the southern area of the city-the black part-Terry kept pondering Hunsucker's warning. Why did she have to be careful about a black social climber?
The reason for Hunsucker's warning became almost immediately apparent from the moment, Terry walked into the black man's apartment.
"You that white cunt who wants to fuck me?" he asked as Terry sat down and looked around her. The walls of the bachelor apartment were filled with African artifacts.
Angered, Terry retorted. "Don't be so sassy. I'm not promising anything. So far, you don't look like anything special."
"Bullshit," Brown retorted. "All you white chicks are hot for my black cock. They come in all ages, too. Old society dames with white hair and silver fox furs who live in the high tone area of the city to poor, white pussy who works for a living. They all want to fuck Brown, the greatest of them all."
Terry said, evenly, "Men-white or black-who boast about their sexual ability usually can't perform. They're impotent."
"Impotent?" The angry black man asked as though he couldn't believe his ears. "Didn't old Hunsucker tell you about me? About me being the greatest screw in the whole city, the whole country for that matter? Didn't she?"
"She said you were good," Terry admitted. "But this gal is from Missouri. When someone makes a boast, I say in return, show me!"
Brown rummaged through a desk drawer and turned to the white girl with a handful of photographs. "Look for yourself, white cunt. Now, you tell me if I'm good, or not. This is evidence. Proof positive. I'm the greatest fuck ever."
Terry found herself leafing through a number of photographs that showed Brown in company with a number of white females. Some of them were old, some young, some pretty, others homely. But they were all looking up at Brown with a mixture of admiration and awe in their eyes.
Terry said, "It doesn't prove a thing."
Brown came up with more photographs. This time they were more explicit. They revealed the tall, muscular negro in a state of undress with his white, female conquests. They too were naked. Most of the photos showed them in various positions either prior to or immediately after sexual intercourse. Terry had to admit that there was a certain electric excitement generated by the contrast of the naked, white female body and the naked, jet-black male body. However, in every photo Brown kept a shred of clothing over his own penis. His body was strong and muscular, but not one of the pictures revealed the size of the man's prick.
"Why are you hiding your prick?" Terry asked.
Specks of blood dotted the white eyeballs of the black man. A strange, sour odor exuded from his skin. His thick lips twisted with rage.
"Hiding my prick? You're crazy, white cunt. You ought to be ashamed of yourself making a damaging statement like that." He pointed to the door. "Get outa here," he raged. "You're one of those prejudiced, white bigots. I ain't got no time for you, at all."
Terry remained seated. "I paid good money for this date," she said, stubbornly. "And I'm not leaving until I get my money's worth. A black cock intrigues me, to be quite frank about it."
"Then, admit that I'm the greatest," the black man demanded. "Admit I'm the most exciting fuck you ever came up against."
Terry shook her head. "No way. Not until you give me a demonstration in bed." The more the man talked and made his demand, the more Terry became convinced that something was wrong.
This time, Brown took out a tape machine. "Listen," he said and flicked on the switch.
A female voice was speaking, a white female voice and an educated one. The voice was in a state of ecstasy.
"Oh lover," it was saying. "Your prick is the biggest ever. The hardest cock that even found its way inside my cunt. It's all true what they say about black men, lover. Once a white woman has been fucked by a black man, she doesn't-want a white one anymore. It's true!" The voice went on hysterically. "I've never come so much in my entire life!"
Brown's voice asked, "Then I gets to escort you to the Society Ball?"
"Yes, yes, anything," the woman replied. "But promise you'll give me all the black nooky
I crave. No other black man has got the kind of tool you use, lover. Promise me it's mine and mine alone."
"I promise," Brown's voice replied.
The next voices apparently came from the bedroom. The couple were making love and the accompanying sounds were quite appropriate for that sort of activity. The white woman kept shrieking and bellowing out her responses to Brown's sexual attentions.
But the more Terry listened, the more she became convinced that the black man was treating the woman in an oral way only. Cries like, "Your tongue up my cunt is burning me up!" or ". . . more tongue honey. Stick it in, all the way, deep and suck. Suck hard..."
When the tape came to an end, Terry applauded. "There isn't a doubt that you know how to use a tongue, Brown. And that's great. Every woman craves tongue. For many years, I denied that fact but now I'm being honest with myself. I do, I do," she said, happily. But she continued. "There's more to making a woman happy than mere tongue. Sure it's wonderful, but every woman must finish the fucking session with the feeling of solid cock-bone in her love hole. It's the only way, Brown. And from the tapes I've listened to, I got the very strong feeling that all you give out around here is a lot of tongue. Tongue without cock," she added, meaningfully.
Confronted with the truth, the black man didn't even try to deny the accusation that he performed only with his tongue. Finally, he said in a resigned tone of voice: "You're the only white chick who ever caught on I ain't the greatest."
"I deserve an explanation," Terry said. "I paid out a helluva lot of money for this match. If you're a sexual phony, I'm asking for my money back!"
Brown began. "I needed money in the worst way. I was stony broke, and if I didn't get some bread soon, I was gonna go hungry. I thought I could deliver. I always did when it came to fucking black chicks. But when they started sending those white cunts around, I
"Went soft," Terry guessed. "You couldn't get a hard-on. And so you pulled the old tongue trick."
The black man nodded. "Yeah, that's about it. White pussy, for the most part, believes this shit about black men being sexual athletes. That's why I could get away with the tongue only. They thought that was the way a black man worked. And because I gave them such a good eating, they didn't complain back to the Hunsucker Agency. They gave me all kind of glowing testimonials about my workmanship. But..."
"You have never really fucked a white woman," Terry said. Her voice was no longer was accusing or filled with complaints. The man looked healthy enough. What was his problem?"
"I know why I can't bone up with a white chick," Brown admitted. "But there ain't nothing I can do about it."
"Maybe there is," Terry replied in a soft, encouraging tone of voice.
The black man shook his head. "No," he said. "Because I ... I'm afraid of white cunt. Deep down, I'm afraid to touch them with my black prick. I got them all on a pedestal. I know it's a lot of shit to think that way," he added, quickly. "But I can't help it. That's the way I am."
"Okay," Terry agreed. "What are some of the things you did with your black girl friends?"
"You mean fucking kind of things?" Brown asked in a puzzled tone of voice.
"Fucking kind of things," Terry nodded.
Brown thought. "Black cunt-likes a lot of different things in bed ... and in the bathroom."
Terry seized upon the latter remark. "Bathroom! Yes, that's it. What did you do in the bathroom?" There was an urgency in her voice.
"Show them I'm boss!" came the immediate reply. For the first time, the big black man seemed to be more confident.
"What did you do?" Terry demanded to know.
"Piss on 'em," Brown replied with a slight smile. "It helped."
"In what way?"
Brown shrugged. "In a lot of ways. A black chick-likes a black man to be boss. Getting pissed on from him turns them on. And if I hit the clit, it-"
"Really turns them on," Terry said with a delicious, shiver running through her body. Looking directly into the man's face, she said, "I'd love that kind of treatment. I ... I've never been pissed on by a black man, or a white one for that matter. But I bet when all that hot, sensuous piss hits the more sensitive parts of my cunt, I'll burn up with ecstasy. And..."
"Could get a hard on," Brown said in a slow, thoughtful voice.
"Yes!" Terry said, springing to her feet. And seizing the hand of the black man urged, "Let's go. You piss on my cunt. I'll get a glow-on. You'll get a bone-on."
Standing up, Brown nodded. "It just might work," he conceded. "It's worth a try anyhow..."
In the bathroom, the black man and white woman took off their clothes and for a few minutes stood very still as they eyed each other in a full length mirror.
This guy was really hung, Terry had to admit. Broad-shouldered with a streamline, muscular body and flat tummy, he could have posed for a black Atlas statue. His penis was thick as the body of a full-grown cobra, and the tip of the cockhead reached his knees. If he could ever get it up for her, Terry was thinking, she'd get the hosing of her life.
Brown eyed Terry's nude body like a small boy looking at sweets through a plate-glass window. He looked almost reverential, awed by the smooth and sharply white skin. Feeling inferior, his penis remained in a soft state of dormancy.
Impatiently, Terry climbed into the bathtub and ran a bit of warm water. Then, she stretched out on her back, and spread her legs. Fingering her crotch, she pulled apart the lips of cunt and yanked the clitoris out with her thumb and forefinger.
"Hit this thing with your piss flow," Terry ordered. "This little prick of mine is where I live. I could play with it all day, or get it sucked. But to feel all that hot, yummy, black pee on it..." She shuddered. "Go, black man, go. Piss. And aim straight!"
Brown hesitated. "You sure you want to go through with this kind of thing?" he asked, hesitantly.
Terry nodded. "It's what you do to your black girl friends isn't it?"
"Yeah, but they're different," Brown replied almost automatically.
"Not different at all!" Terry almost roared back. "We're all the same. Cunt is all the same, black or white. Now, get that through your black skull!" Flicking her finger impatiently, she ordered, "Piss on me, goddammit. What are you waiting for?"
Gingerly, Brown took hold of his penis. "Then what?" he asked. "I mean ... After I finishes the pee? What happens then?"
"Let nature take its course," Terry said. "You'll get your hard-on, and you'll fuck me good and proper."
"What if...? "
"No negative thoughts!" Terry cut in. "Everything will be okay. Stop worrying, and let that hot stuff run through the eye of your prick!"
Closing his eyes, Brown grasped his long penis and tried to relax. The greatest humiliation would be in an inability to relieve his bladder!
Terry cried out. "Open your eyes, goddammit! Watch what you're doing. I don't want piss all over me. Just hit my clitoris. That's what needs attention. Take aim."
Opening his eyes as directed, Brown aimed the dark-purple penile head at the female cock that Terry grasped between her fingers. Slowly, he began to relax, and eventually the first drop left the hose and hit the tip of the girl's clit.
"Hmmmmmm," Terry sighed. "Yeah. Oh yes. That's it. That's the sensation I've been craving all of my life. Hot, almost burning, and it eats into the very pores of cunt. More," she demanded. "Give me more. A lot more!"
Even if Brown wanted to stop, he couldn't. . The flow had picked up momentum, and an arch of liquid spanned the distance between Terry's cunt and the eye on Brown's cock.
"Ahhhh," Terry groaned in a loud, ecstasy-filled voice. "That's it. That is it. Keep it up. Faster, stronger ... and more, more," she continued to cry.
As Brown continued to urinate over the white girl's erected clitoris a change took hold of him. She was right. White cunt is no different than black stuff. From the way the girl looked, there couldn't be any doubt that she was tremendously thrilled by the hot, golden flow that was running out of his black penis. He moistened his thick lips. Whenever he gave a black chick a piss-on, he reviled her with base and obscene language. Invariably, the girl demanded this sort of treatment. A feeling of degradation excited them. Would it work with the white cunt? He had to find out.
His thick lips moved. "Dirty, white, pissy-ass piss lover," he rasped. "You ain't fit for my black prick. Your cunt stinks from my piss. I wouldn't fuck you for a million dollars. You ain't worth one drop of my cock juice."
Terry quickly picked up the game. "Oh, please, piss on me. And when you're through drill your big, black stud cock into my big, white pussy. Please," she cried up. "Please..."
All the while, as the urine dropped heavily over her female penis, she flicked the sliver of flesh back and forth at an increasingly violent rate. In fact, if she continued this sort of clitoral play, she would hit the climactic point in a very short while. Pimples of excitement blistered every inch of her skin as her blushing, flushed face looked up at her black lover.
"That's enough for now," she whimpered. "Fuck me. The time has come to fuck me. I've just got to come. Hurry, please, stiffen up for me, and put it in. Right here, in the tub. Give it to me, hard and fast!"
His breathing came with difficulty. Grasping the huge tool with his left hand, he waggled the meat back and forth in a sort of masturbatory movement in an effort to get the hard on moving.
"Hurry," Terry screeched, and she began to masturbate. "If you can't fuck me, I'll jack off. Hot. Burning up. Got to have it..."
The pressure didn't do Brown much good. But it was all very sure that this white bitch wasn't acting any different than the black poon tang he screwed on a regular basis. Sometimes he was a bit tardy about making the insertion and the black pussy would carry on in much the same manner.
With this thought in mind, the color of Terry's skin assumed, in his eyes, a distinctly darkish hue. She wasn't any different than the black cunts. There couldn't be any doubt about that now.
Brown's cock erected.
"Now," Terry cried out, gleefully. "Give it to me now while it's so hard and big. And so black," she hastened to add. There was something about a long, black pole of cock that fascinated her. How would it feel stuffed all the way in her white snatch?
"Yeah," Brown breathed as though he could scarcely believe his own eyes. "Oh yeah," he continued to mumble as he dropped to his knees and slipped both of his large, ham-like hands under the curved cheeks of Terry's white ass.
Impatiently, the white girl reached up, grasped the black tool with her right hand and guided the bulging cockhead into the slobbering hole of Terry's cunt.
"Makin' contact," Brown cried out as the penile head surged past the outer lips to burrow deep into the moist, humid cavity.
"All the way," Terry cried out and shoved her hips forward to better accomodate the welcome visitor in her pussy. Flexing her knees, she managed to throw them around the black man's rib cage and lock them together in a scissor grip. Pressuring his body with her shapely legs, the girl urged her lover.
"Fuck me. Now. Immediately. Don't waste another second, or I'll come without feeling the pump. Now, go, man, go. And don't stop until you've blown out that load of black nooky cream..."
Once he had succeeded in making the penetration, Brown commenced to pump. The moment the heat of cunt burned into the penile pores, the male tissues expanded and grew much thicker. The bone inside grew harder. The water in the tub began to boil as the black, tough body pumped up and down at a furious rate.
Gripping both of her buttocks with his hands, he spread the cheeks as far apart as possible. During intercourse, Brown had always been excited and fascinated by the natural sounds bursting through a heated woman's ass-hole.
"Ahhhh," Brown murmured to himself as he increased the tempo of the fuck. There was no doubt about the matter, now. White cunt and black cunt were very much the same in the way they reacted to prick. With that matter out of the way, he could devote all of his attention to the business at hand. And that business concerned the orgasmic blow.
Under his body, the writhing, wrenching, screaming girl let him know that she was fast approaching a climax. From the way his own prick was expanding and pulsating, Brown knew that he, too, was going to climax.
"Now, baby," he coughed. "Now. Do it now..." Instinctively, a finger burrowed itself deep inside the white ass-hole as he heaved his football-player kind of body down with all of his strength.
"Now," Terry screamed in response. "It's coming now . ". . Come...ing. Nowwwww," she wailed as the waters churned into a milky foam.
Gobs of cream shot through the black cannon, filled up the white cuntal box, and floated to the surface of the water in the tub. Falling off her body, Brown remained on his back, speechless and wide-eyed as he watched, as though hypnotized, his huge organ slowly lose its stiffness.
Soaping off her genitals, Terry had to admit, "You really are the greatest Brown. Whenever I need black cock, I'll give you a call. All you have to do is take a leak over my cunt and then put it all together. You'll be okay from now on."
"Yeah," Brown replied, happily. "You're the first white chick I ever really screwed. I mean really fucked with. That tongue stuff is just a preliminary that don't really count."
As Terry dressed, she wondered aloud, "How many people in that dating service require special attention and service?"
"A lot," Brown assured her. "Old lady Hunsucker could use a real, sharp chick like you to run the place for her. You got savvy and know what people wants in the way of a good fuck."
Terry agreed. "You're right, Brown. I've been looking for a job, and now I know what I can do the best."
The black man picked up the phone. "I got a bit of weight with the old lady. I'll tell her the dating service needs a real social director."
Terry repeated the words. "Social director." Nodding, she said, "Yes, I'd like to be the social director very much. The matchmaker."
"Right on," Brown said. "You got talent when it comes to getting the right people fucking the right people."
"Yes," Terry replied. "I've got talent ... in a sinful, delicious sort of way..."