Chapter 1
Renee Sawyer flounced across campus, her platinum blonde ponytail streaming behind her. She was very excited about the class she was going to. It was Black Studies 101, and she could hardly wait to get there.
She was ten minutes early, but that was good, because then she'd be able to get a seat up front. Then she'd be able to look at the professor up close ...
Renee had only see Professor Warren Gladshaw once, at a distance, and when she learned that he was teaching Black Studies 101 that semester, she had eagerly signed up for the class.
Renee Sawyer was a sophomore at the Southern Baptist College in Amber Springs, Georgia. The college was a small, sedate institution, tucked in the countryside of Georgia, one hundred miles from Atlanta. It had only been recently that the college had begun to accept black students, let alone black instructors ...
Renee was a strikingly beautiful young thing of eighteen. Lithe and lovely, she seemed a trifle top heavy, being blessed with a positively stupendous set of knockers. In high school, poor Renee had been painfully embarrassed by her over-endowment in the breast department, but with her maturity, she had learned that boobs .like those could certainly come in handy!
Now, they jiggled and strained against the clinging fabric of her pink dress. She was not wearing a bra, and you could see the ripe puckering of her nipples quite clearly.
Renee had big, innocent-looking baby blue eyes with long, curly lashes. Her nose was a tiny, upturned button of a thing. There were twin spots of color in her cheeks. Her lips were full and pouty and strawberry red. Her golden hair was very long, reaching almost to her waist, and she usually wore it in a ponytail, as she did today.
Renee knew she looked hot in her skimpy blue dress, which had a plunging neck-line and shoulder straps, showing a scandalous amount of cleavage. The Southern Baptist College was a pretty prim place, and Renee had grown used to disapproving looks from pupils as well as teachers.
She was known as a "Loose" girl on campus. If those goody two-shoes knew just how loose she was, Renee was sure they'd keel over in a dead faint! Renee giggled at the thought, her blue eyes twinkling.
She slowed down, glancing sideways at a tall, handsome Negro student who was walking by. A little flurry of desire rustled through Renee's tummy. MMMM! He certainly looked scrumptious!
Renee had a "thing" about black men. She was just crazy about them. In her room at home, she had pictures and posters on the walls of such black celebrities as O.J. Simpson, Fred Williamson, Jim Brown, Herschel Walker and Johnny Atlas.
Sometimes, Renee would lie on her bed and diddle with herself as she glanced dreamily at the handsome black faces which stared down at her from the walls ...
Renee approached Wellesley Hall and climbed the steps, going through a set of glass doors. She wandered down the hall till she found Room 222, and went in. The class room was empty, and Renee found a seat in the very front row, dead-center, directly in front of the podium from which Professor Gladshaw would lecture.
Just as Renee settled in her seat, the door opened, and in came the reason she'd signed up for this course. Renee blushed furiously, her heart beat quickening wildly. She flashed a brilliant smite at the tall, strongly built man who walked into the room
"Good morning," Warren Gladshaw boomed with an answering grin. "You're an early bird, aren't you?"
"Well, Professor Gladshaw, you know what they say! The early bird gets the worm!" Renee said teasingly, batting her lashes at him coquettishly and crossing her legs.
Renee knew she had stunning legs, and had made a point of wearing a very revealing dress that afternoon, showing off her gams to perfection. For a delicious instant, she caught Warren Gladshaw looking at her legs with what she guessed was a spark of interest in his brown eyes.
"And you are...?" Gladshaw said, going to the podium.
"Renee Sawyer, Professor," Renee said demurely. "I'm so delighted to be taking this class!"
"Now, why is that?" Warren inquired, cocking an eyebrow. "I had expected most of my students to be black."
"Well, Professor Gladshaw, I can tell you're a Yankee, and you must think all of us Southerners are just this side of being members of the Ku Klux Klan," Renee said sincerely. "Well, it just isn't so. I happen to adore col ... black people. In fact, sir, the truth of the matter is, I'm taking this class because of YOU."
Warren stared at her in mild astonishment. He wasn't quite sure he understood what this loquacious white girl was up to. It was slowly dawning on him that she might be flirting, and he was about to say something more when the other students began filing into the room.
Warren Gladshaw was a very big man. Six foot three, two hundred and sixty pounds of beefy black muscle. He had been a pro football player for five years, before returning to college and getting a degree in history. He still kept in great shape, being an active man who loved all sorts of sports and outdoor activities.
He had a strong face, with a powerful lantern jaw, a fiat nose, full, sensual lips and smoldering, deep-set eyes. His woolly hair was cropped within an inch of his scalp.
His brawny physique looked slightly awkward in a three piece suit, threatening to burst at the seams when he flexed his muscles.
His skin was chocolate brown. His astonishingly cultivated voice came as a bit of shock to most people, for he looked so animalistic and brutish, most people thought he would speak like an ignorant jock.
Renee Sawyer stared at Professor Gladshaw all through his lecture on slavery, starry-eyed as a love-stricken fan, not bothering to jot down a single note on the pad she had poised on the desk before her.
Desire was quivering through her aching loins. Her pussy was growing all hot and bothered, and her panties were getting quite sticky. She squirmed and sighed, her hippies aching as they brushed against the tight cotton dress. She was horny. God, was she horny! And staring at that big black stud up close only made it worse.
What would Mom say if she knew I had the hots for black men? Renee wondered dreamily.
Her mind drifted back to that memorable occasion two years earlier, when she was a senior in high school. That time she had first been made aware of her obsession with Negro studs. The origin of that obsession. She could still remember the mingled feelings of fear and desire, and the incredible heat and pleasure and pain of that momentous encounter in Wilcoxon Park ...
"Oh, Erik! Stop!" Renee giggled playfully as Erik dragged down the zipper of her dress.
The two teenagers were lying on a blanket in a secluded area of Wilcoxon Park. Shaded by magnolias, they were fairly sure of their privacy. And though she was weakly protesting Erik's amorous overtures, Renee was burning up with passion. She wanted him between her legs. She wanted his cock. She wanted to get fucked!
Erik Magnusson was a big, eager boy with carrot red hair. He was panting hard as he drew down Renee's dress. The big, creamy, softly freckled globes of her jugs flopped free, and Erik gave a hoarse little moan of lust as he ogled them.
Carefully, he curled his fingers around the bouncy set of knockers. He was filled with awe. And his boner was stretching the fabric at the crotch of his jeans-alarmingly.
"They're not made of glass, silly!" Renee giggled.
Erik gulped and squeezed her titties spasmodically. His palms were cold and sweaty. He groaned as he pressed his slobbering lips to one of her boobs and sucked on it.
He was fumbling with his pants, fighting to release his pecker. He rolled off of Renee, cursing as he tore at his zipper. Renee giggled as she watched him. He was big and all that, but Erik sure behaved like a little boy! What a silly! She wished she had a real man right there to take care of that hot itch between her creamy thighs ...
"Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby...." Erik muttered hoarsely over and over as he scrambled on top of her.
She felt something thin and wet moving around between her legs. She thought at first it was his finger, but then when it pumped up inside of her, she realized it was Erik's dick. This time Renee had to really fight to keep from laughing. That boy had a pecker like a Vienna sausage!
He bounced and flopped and grunted on top of her, slobbering all over her big breasts, making hoarse moaning sounds as he fucked her in a frenzy of adolescent passion.
"NNNNNNGGGH...." Erik groaned, his eyes rolling, his body stiffening.
She felt his silly little dick spit a thin, gruelly substance in her pussy, which was only a little bit wet. She hadn't felt a damn thing during the whole sex act. Renee just wanted to kick Erik Magnusson in the balls and tell him what a useless wimp he was.
As Erik flopped gasping on top of her like a beached whale, there was a rustling sound, and then a deep, masculine voice boomed out mockingly, "Well, well, well! Lookit this, bro! Coupla whiteys fuckin' like dogs right here in public! Disgusting, ain't it?"
"Holy SHIT!" Erik squealed, leaping nimbly off of Renee, his shrinking dick flapping comically in front of him.
He stumbled to his feet, finding himself staring up at two hulking black men. The strangers stood, blocking the path leading out of the little clearing, their brawny arms folded in front of their chests as they sneered down at Erik.
Renee's wide blue eyes darted from man to man. She felt a confused rush of mingled emotion shock, embarrassment, panic, and desire. Yes, desire! Erik had just made her all hot and bothered. She needed a real man now. And here she was, lying there naked in the grass, staring up at two big black studs whose smoldering eyes seemed to devour her from head to toe.
"Where d'you think you're going, honky?" one of the Negroes snarled as Erik frantically pulled up his pants.
"Uh, uh, I ... I gotta get a move-on, man!" Erik mumbled hoarsely, his face pasty white.
"I don't think you're goin' anywhere for a while," the black man said silkily.
He was a hulking fellow, tall, broad-shouldered and built like a brick shit-house. His skin was coal black, glistening in the dusty sunlight like polished ebony. He was completely bald, but had a thick moustache and bristling eyebrows. His eyes were hot chinks of deadly passion. His lips were thick and sensual.
He wore a red tank top which adhered to the bulging slopes of his pecs. His bared arms were massive with muscle. And there was quite a bulge in his tight brown corduroys. The sight of that bulge made Renee shiver with mingled desire and trepidation.
"Hey, man! Lemme outta here!" Erik cried petulantly, flushing bright red. "You have no right to bother us!"
"Aw, can it, shit-head," the bald brute snarled, his right arm snapping forward as he drove a sledgehammer-like fist into the red-haired teen's stomach.
Erik made a loud whooshing sound as the air popped from his lungs. His eyes bulged and he doubled up, falling to his knees.
Swiftly, the black stud crouched down, jerking both of Erik's arms behind him, lashing them together at the wrists with a red bandana before Erik had a chance to catch his breath.
"H-Hey! Lemme go! H-Help! MMMMFFGH!! " Erik cried weakly, gurgling as the black man stuffed a sock in his mouth to gag him.
The bald black man-his name was Hawk-roughly shoved Erik onto his back on the ground, towering over him threateningly.
"Don't you move a muscle or try anything funny, faggot! Or I'll cut your fuckin' balls right off! Just like there and keep still! Get it?" Hawk snarled.
He turned his hot brown eyes Renee who cowered on the grass, trembling, bashfully covering her nakedness with her hands.
"Looks to me like the little lady wants some attention. Don't you think, Buster?" Hawk drawled, flashing Renee a lewd, toothy grin.
"I thinks she need some big black meat!" Buster growled, chuckling stupidly as he came up beside Hawk.
Hawk was obviously the brains of the duo, though he had more than his share of brawn. Buster was immense and looked really dumb. He had a roundish face with flat features and small glittering black eyes. His hulking body filled out his dirty tee shirt and scruffy blue jeans. He was quite a gigantic dude.
"P-Please!" Renee whimpered as Hawk sauntered up to her. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
"Hurt you? Baby, we gonna FUCK you!" Hawk guffawed crudely, unbuckling his belt. "You ever sucked a big black cock before, girl?"
"N-No, I ... I haven't!" Renee stammered, blushing deeply.
"Well, I'm gonna give you the priv'lege of doin' just that!" Hawk growled, jerking his cords down around his knees.
He was buck naked beneath. His sturdy legs were black trunks of muscle. His hefty whanger snapped up hard against his belly, throbbing masterfully. His enormous balls swung half-way to his knees, encased in a sweaty, musky black scumbag.
Renee gasped aloud, her eyes widening as she stared in disbelief and nervous excitement at the over-sized sex tool which throbbed in front of her. It was a deep purplish black, with a fat, pulpy knob like a huge plum. It was ten inches long, and so thick around the middle, Renee did not know if she could possibly get her fingers around it. She was already itching to try, though.
"Like my big black pecker, white gal?" Hawk leered, making his bull-meat lurch up and down in the air.
"It's ... It's so BIG!" Renee gasped weakly.
Her heart was hammering wildly, and she felt a little light-headed. She suddenly became aware that her pussy was very moist and very hot, and that her nipples were burning and growing swiftly erect.
"Yeah! Sure is big, ain't it?" Hawk growled, grinning proudly. "Now why don't you be a good little girl and suck on my big ole black meat some?"
His silky, slightly sardonic voice scalded her senses. Flames of guilty, whorish need licked through Renee's supple loins.
She whimpered softly. She knew she had better do what these big men said. They looked very mean, and she had already witnessed what they had done to poor Erik, who lay helplessly on the grass, staring at her with glassy, paralyzed eyes.
Besides, Renee told herself, almost giggling aloud, getting it on with these black hunks was not exactly a disagreeable notion! Far, far from it! In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had been so sexually excited!
Tentatively, she reached forward and fondled Hawk's balls with her lily white hands. His heavy nut sac filled both her palms and draped over the sides. His nuts were huge, almost baseball-size, and gave off an intense heat as she squeezed and played with them.
She feathered her fingers up to the iron-hard shaft of Hawk' horse-cock. It lurched with bestial pleasure as she caressed it. Renee curled her fingers around the stiff column-sure enough, they didn't quite manage to make it all the way around!
He was so big! So big and hard! She mewled with mingled fear and delight, pumping her hand up and down the twitching fuck-pole.
Bending down, Renee brushed her soft pink lips over the sticky knob of Hawk's cock. Her tongue tickled the dude's piss slit, tasting the acrid tang of pre-come. Hawk groaned hoarsely as her velvety licker swirled in expanding circles all over his dick-head.
"Yeah! Lick it, slut! Lick my cock all over!" Hawk panted.
Renee ran her taster in long, wriggling licks up and down the stalk of his corrugated member, making it glisten with her spit. She shuddered as she plunged her lips and nose into the kinky thatch of his pubes. The hot, musky scent of Negro crotch burned in her nostrils, making Renee's belly quiver with heated desire, as if it contained a butterfly with burning wings.
She was getting into it now, mewling and whimpering as she slavishly kissed and tongued the black man's inner thighs. She swooped down on his big, greasy balls, slurping and mouthing on them. Her mouth grew smoky with the taste of stud crotch. She lashed her taster back and forth along the underside of Hawk's scrotum.
"Awwwww, baby, YEAH! Suck those big fuckin' black nuts! Suck 'em GOOD!" Hawk panted, his bull-meat lurching in mid-air.
Renee threw back her head, panting hard as she stared worshipfully up at :he brawny black stud who towered above her. Naked desire was etched in her pretty features.
Hawk grinned wolfishly down at her, tugging his tank top over his head and revealing the muscle-bound contours of his powerful chest.
"Looks to me like this little lady don't need no encouragement, Buster!" Hawk drawled, winking at his buddy. "She's just dyin' to get her hot little mouth and tight little box stuffed full of hot, thick nigger cock!"
Renee gave a humiliated sob, grabbing the root of his pecker and pulling it against her panting lips. She yawned her mouth wide open, purring sluttishly as she stuffed his fat cock-head inside. She milked at it, laving the pulpy crown with her silk-soft taster.
Her cheeks hollowed as she created a vacuum in her mouth, suckling hungrily as her lips started to swarm down his thick cock shaft. Hawk groaned, feeling her hot tongue curl into a velvety trench beneath his twitching fuck-pole. He grabbed at her head with both hands, digging his fingers into her glossy blonde hair.
"Suck it, bitch! Yeah, suck it GOOD!" Hawk snarled, holding her head steady as he pumped with his hips.
Renee choked, her eyes filling with tears as the blunt knob of his pecker jammed in her throat. She shuddered, forcing herself to swallow. A dark thrill rippled through her body as she felt his mighty member skewer her tight gullet, sliding down deeper and deeper till her circled lips and button nose were crammed against his sweaty pubic bush.
She couldn't breathe, but Renee didn't care. She sucked mindlessly, humming contentedly as she held Hawk's penis deep in her aching throat. She could feel it pulsate with macho lust as she slurped and sucked at it, loving the acrid taste.
Hawk pushed her head up and down, fucking Renee's face, his sweat-soaked balls slapping lewdly against her chin. Renee fought for breath, inhaling oxygen through her nose whenever his dick-head popped out of her gurgling throat.
Her big jugs were bouncing and jiggling as she squirmed on her knees in the grass, her hands sliding up the muscled backs of his legs, clutching as his beefy ass cheeks.
She stared up at him with whorish blue eyes, bubbles of spit frothing at the corners of her full red lips. Hawk stooped and clapped his rough hands around her heavy tits.
He crushed them hard, kneading the gigantic spheres lustily, the creamy white flesh of Renee's boobs oozing like dough between his black knuckles. Her rivet-hard nipples throbbed against his sweaty palms.
"Big fuckin' jugs, man!" Hawk panted hoarsely. "Damn, this slut is stacked! Keep suckin' that cock, cunt! Yeah! Suck my black meat! MMMM, lady, you sure know how to suck dick! Yeah, you love slurping on nigger cock, don't ya, bitch?"
Buster was panting hard. Watching his buddy getting sucked off the busty blonde teen was just too much to stand for very long. Buster yanked down his cords, stumbling out of them.
His rock-hard bull-dick sprang up at a forty-five degree angle, pulsating mightily. It was even bigger than Hawk's fully eleven inches long and beer can thick.
Buster fell to his knees next to Renee. He grabbed her dress, which was bunched around her middle, and yanked it down over her long, lithe legs. Gripping her knees, he pushed her legs wide apart.
The sunlight which streamed through the branches of the stately magnolias cast honeyed bars of light over Renee's succulent, creamy white nakedness. A soft coil of golden hair dusted the peak of her puffy sex.
Her pussy was a luscious, peach-like mound of juicy, rose-pink flesh. The lips of her labia glistened with girl-dew. Buster could see the tiny, quivering bead of her erect clitoris.
He was dumb, but he knew what to do with a wet pink cunt! Buster growled, licking his lips wolfishly as he lowered his simian face between Renee's spread gams.
Renee gave a muffled squeal around Hawk's cock as she felt the sudden swipe of a long wet tongue on her aching twat. Buster lapped her pussy all over, ferreting out her love-bud and strumming it with the tip of his tongue.
Renee gave a series of strangled cries, bucking with her hips as uncontrollable waves of pleasure spilled through her loins. Her honeyed pussy juice started to splash onto Buster's long, drooling tongue as it slithered up her snatch, probing her tight, suctioning cunt-hole.
"MMMM, this pussy is good eating, man!" Buster growled, grinning wolfishly as he lifted his face from between Renee's trembling thighs.
"Yeah? Well, you get it nice and juicy and spread for me, man! I'm gonna pound it real, real good!" Hawk said huskily, twisting his fingers in Renee's golden hair. "That's right, baby, keep slurpin' on my schlong! MMMM, you do that GOOD, bitch!"
Buster sucked and lapped at Renee's pussy till it was swollen and quivering with need. A fireball of desire raged deep in her loins and she bucked upward with her hips, mashing her dripping snatch against Buster's face.
Buster prodded the tender opening to her bower of bliss with his blunt middle finger. He pumped it all the way up her slippery fuck-hole, working it around inside her. He began to slide it rapidly in and out. Then he worked a second finger up inside her, twisting the digits around, spreading them to test the elasticity of her juicy twat.
"Damn! This slut's got a mouth like a fuckin' vacuum cleaner, man!" Hawk muttered. "Cool it, girl! I don't want to get my rocks off for a piece yet."
He jerked his heavy ten incher out of Renee's slurping mouth and slapped and rubbed it all over her face. Renee moaned and panted, kissing and licking at his throbbing manhood, totally consumed by female passion.
Hawk dropped to his knees on the grass. As if on cue, Buster sat up, panting hard, and watched as Hawk roughly rolled Renee over on her belly.
Hawk slapped the high, full globes of Renee's ass, making her squeal.
"Get up on your hands and knees, slut!" Hawk commanded.
Renee whimpered, scrambling up on all fours in the grass. She knew what to expect next!