Chapter 4
"Up on all fours, slut!" Turk's husky words seeped through Renee's dazed consciousness.
Almost as if in a dream, she obeyed, scrambling onto her hands and knees on the carpet, her body and mind still sizzling from the extraordinary climax she had just experienced.
Her big dugs swung down almost to the rug. Her nipples were swollen and rose-red, quivering with female desire. The buttery lips of her twat spasmed open and closed, leaking love-juices down the . insides of her creamy thighs. Turk's hulking physique glistened with a sheen of sweat, as if carved out of polished wood. He was panting thickly as he scooted up behind the white wench.
He pushed his slippery fuck-pole up between her legs, finding the gaping aperture of her cunt, and shoved his meat right up to the root inside her once more, his sweaty belly slapping hard against her buttocks. Renee's body jerked forward, and she gave a broken sob, tossing back her head.
Renewed passion was rapidly building inside her. Renee loved the sensation of having a huge, muscular stud humping into her energetically, his sturdy thighs whipping against her tender buns and the backs of her legs.
And, God, that COCK! So huge and iron-hard, filling her so completely! Each time it moved inside her, stroking the stretched walls of her hyper-sensitized cunt, the pleasure she experienced was more intense.
She rocked her hips back and forth, eagerly pushing down with her haunches, skewering herself gladly on Turk's tumescent penis.
"Yeah, slut! I love fuckin' that tight pink twat! Take it, bitch! TAKE IT!" Turk snarled through clenched teeth.
He brought down his massive black hands, slapping them savagely across the milk-white slopes of her upturned buttocks. Renee shrieked in delighted pain, rosy imprints of his huge hands erupting on the tender white flesh.
Turk growled, spanking her again, harder this time, twisting the plump globes roughly till the pale flesh oozed between his black knuckles.
He was pounding into her with pile-driver fury, his muscles contracting magnificently beneath his hot, perspiration-soaked flesh. The girl's pink fuck-glove worked moistly around his spasming tool, milking it exquisitely, making the big guy's balls ass with bestial satisfaction.
Turk paused, slowing down his cock-strokes. His big fingers dug deeply into the resilient flesh of her buns, spreading them wide. He stared down at the cute pucker of her tiny ass-hole. It winked at him coyly.
A fireball of animal lust expanded in his nuts. Turk grinned wolfishly, dragging his dong out of her outrageously stretched twat. His cock snapped up hard against his belly, dripping with girl-juices.
Fisting it, he smacked his sex against her aching, bruised buns a few times before sliding it into her crack. Renee gasped as she felt the plum-colored knob punch against her anus.
Her heart was pounding crazily. She mewled, closing her eyes, biting her lower lip, her nails curling instinctively into the carpet as she arched her back and prepared herself for his anal assault ...
"Yeah, bitch! This nigger's gonna ram your tight ass full of dick-meat!" Turk muttered hoarsely.
His eyes gleamed with jungle passion as he clenched tight hold of her spread buns and leaned into her. Renee shuddered and sobbed as her rectum slowly spread wider and wider.
Thorny stabs of pain quivered along the expanding rim of her tight bunghole. Then, suddenly, the pulpy crown of his pecker popped inside her oven-hot colon.
A lightning storm of heat ripped through Renee's guts. It was a blazing cohesion of pain and pleasure, making her scream and toss her mane of golden hair.
"Y-YEAH!" Turk roared with savage delight.
He thrust forward, pumping half his horse-cock up inside her nether furrow. Groaning, he rotated his hips, stirring his pecker around in her steamy innards. Renee sobbed and gasped, pain blending with pleasure, but pleasure starting to triumph, spilling into her spasming twat.
Turk thrust forward again. His hefty ramrod stroked to the root, and his wiry pubes mashed against her rounded buns.
"Damn! Tight fuckin' ASS!" Turk groaned huskily.
He made his pecker jump inside her, relishing the velvet heat of her clenching guts. Her elastic ass-hole sucked hotly at the wrist-sized root of his black dick.
Turk leaned forward, sliding his burly arms around Renee's narrow waist. He groped his way up to her huge, floppy boobs. Grabbing them up, he crushed and twisted at them, catching her erect nips between his knuckles.
Mangling her bouncy knockers, Turk began to sodomize the slut with brute force. Grunting thickly, he heaved his pelvis in a savage trajectory, punching his prick in and out, in and out of her slimy, squirming rectum.
"Yeah! like that, white girl? like gettin' fucked up the ass by a big nigger stud? Huh?" Turk snarled thickly.
"Y-YEEEES! Ooooh! OOOOOH!! R-Ram it! Fuck me HARD!! AAAAAAAH!" Renee screamed brokenly.
She felt tumultuous currents of ecstasy collecting deep within, seething through her bowels, coursing in molten streams through her juicy cunny. And then she was coming, coming gloriously. The orgasm seemed to burst in her vagina and in her ass simultaneously, and she shrieked loudly, nearly passing out from the intensity of the climax.
"Awww, baby, yeah, I feel ya cummin'! " Turk panted hoarsely as her pliant anus squeezed and pumped around his bull-cock.
Abruptly, he jerked out of her, his slimy dick whipping up against his belly, swollen with man-lust. Turk scrambled around till he was kneeling in front of her.
Grabbing a handful of Renee's tousled blonde hair, he wrenched her head back. He pumped his bloated sex-prong in his other hand, slapping and rubbing the greasy knob all over her moaning face.
"Get ready, cunt!" he hissed thickly. "Get ready to take my hot fuckin' load! Yeah! YEAH! Gonna shoot, bitch! AAAAARRRGH!! " f
He threw back his head and roared with bestial delight. His over-sized whang expanded in his sweaty fingers and began to jerk like a cannon.
Instinctively, Renee yawned open her mouth eagerly, sticking out her sweet pink tongue. Steamy squirts of sperm exploded from his dick-hole, pumping over her cheeks and chin, lacing through her hair, spattering down onto her heaving tits.
Great, acrid gobs of the gunk splashed onto her tongue and pumped right into her mouth. She rolled the sticky love-goo around on her tongue, mewling with whorish delight as she swallowed it, loving the pungent, salty flavor.
"Awwww, y-yeah!" Turk panted shakily as she wrapped her warm lips around his spongy dick-head and sucked the last few glistening droplets of sperm out of his balls.
Lance Devereaux was panting hard. The handsome matinee idol was pounding his cock feverishly as he sprawled in the armchair, watching his bodyguard work Renee over. Excitement boiled through his aching nuts.
Now, as he watched Renee sluttishiy lick the semen off her full red lips, Lance could stand it no longer. He gave a choked cry, shuddering violently and grimacing as he started to shoot. Big, hot spouts of semen erupted from his aching cock, raining down on the carpet again and again.
With an exhausted, satisfied moan, he flopped back in the chair, panting for breath, his good-looking face flushed with passion ...
"Think you can get home all right, my dear?" Lance said as he escorted Renee to the door.
"I'll be fine," Renee smiled. "Only, I'm gonna be sore for a week! That big black brute of yours is something else!"
"I'm glad you had a good time," Lance said, somewhat wistfully.
"You're really sweet," Renee said, giving him an affectionate peck on the cheek. "If I wasn't so exhausted, I'd be happy to get in the sack with YOU! Maybe some other time."
"I'll always be at your service, milady," Devereaux drawled with an exaggerated, sweeping bow. "And, of course, my man-servant is yours for the asking, any time. Right, Turk?"
"Right, boss!" Turk boomed, grinning over Lance's shoulders.
Renee winked at Turk and went swishing down the hall to the bank of elevators, quite conscious of the two pairs of appreciative masculine eyes which were fixed on her pert derriere.
It had proved to be quite an eventful evening indeed!
As Renee pulled her cream-colored VW into the driveway at 1617 Pilsner Lane, she noticed a moving truck pulling away from the house next door. So, the new neighbors had finally moved in, she thought with mild interest.
She flounced up the front steps and let herself into the house. She smelled something delicious cooking in the kitchen, and heard the voices of her father and mother.
She entered the kitchen just in time to catch the tail end of their conversation.
"I think it's just scandalous!" Barbara Sawyer was saying heatedly as she checked the roast in the oven. "What is the world coming to, when creatures like that can move into a respectable neighborhood?"
"Creatures like what?" Chuck Sawyer asked sarcastically. "You're still living in the past, Barb. Black people are just people, you "know. And anyone who can afford a place in this neighborhood isn't going to go around causing trouble."
Barbara rolled her eyes and said, "This is what I get for marrying a damn Yankee! My father must be spinning in his grave!"
But there was an affectionate twinkle in her eyes as she looked at her tall, ruggedly handsome husband. Barbara noticed Renee and beamed at her.
"Oh, hi, Renee! Have a nice day at college?" Barbara said.
"It was O.K., " Renee said casually. "I see that some new people moved in next door."
Barbara and Chuck exchanged glances, and Barbara said quickly, "Yes, they did. But I don't think they'll be there long. They won't fit in."
"Why?" inquired Renee innocently, giving her father a peck on the cheek.
"Your mother is a big perturbed because our new neighbors happen to be Negroes," Chuck informed her with a wink. "She thinks we'll all end up murdered in our beds or something."
"Oh, Mom! That's so dumb," Renee cried. "I have lots of black friends at college. They're really neat!"
"Well, I'm outnumbered, so I won't say anymore about it," Barbara Sawyer said primly. "Now. take your places at the table. Dinner is ready!"
Renee was lost in thought during dinner, and so were both of her parents. Chuck Sawyer was unusually quiet-he was usually jovial and expansive when alone with his family.
Chuck was a rugged fellow of thirty-nine, tall and strikingly handsome. He had short-cropped reddish brown hair and stormy gray eyes set in a craggy, deeply weathered face.
He was powerfully built, keeping in shape at the gym. He had a bit of a paunch, due to his wife's good cooking, but it looked good on him. He was a mature fellow in his prime, and women still threw themselves at him right and left.
Chuck was fairly faithful to his wife. In other words, he did not get into any complicated relationships with other women. He did fool around, though. His public relations job involved a good deal of traveling, and he was often out of town for days at a time.
like any other red-blooded American man, it wasn't unusual for him to hunt for trouble on these trips, and he almost always found it ...
Barbara would probably have been more shocked by his taste in other women than she would have been by the knowledge that he fooled around on a fairly regular basis.
Chuck's weakness was for dusky broads. Black chicks. Mulatto babes ...
These gals drove him wild. And watching the people move in next door, he had noticed that the wife was a strikingly beautiful woman with chocolate brown skin and huge jugs. He was more than a little excited about having a lady like that so close at hand ...
The next day was Saturday, and Barbara was occupied all morning at the Women's Club at the local Baptist Church. Renee was going to see some friends, so Chuck would be all by his lonesome.
He didn't know quite what he was going to do, but it was with guilty excitement that he got up early the next morning, showered and shaved and dressed with studied casualness. He put on a pair of denim cut-offs and a white tee shirt which showed off his beefy physique to perfection.
Slicking his hair back like some teenaged boy trying to impress a chick and putting on a pair of shades, Chuck Sawyer sauntered into his back yard and started mowing the lawn. From this vantage point, he had a good view of the house next door.
Shortly after he started mowing the lawn, a black man emerged from the house, hopped into a maroon Pontiac and drove off. Chuck's heart skipped a beat. Now was his chance ...
He turned off the lawn mower and strode purposefully over to the house next door. He rang the door bell, his heart thumping as he listened to the chimes echoing through the house.
A few moments later, the door opened, and Chuck found himself face to face with one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. She was a buxom black woman, who obviously had some white ancestors. Her skin was a delectable brown best described as cafe au lait.
Her hair was cut very short in attractive woolly curls on top of her scalp. She had large, doe-like, limpid brown eyes with curly lashes, and full, sweet lips. Her narrow, swan-like neck connected with sloping shoulders, and her enormous knockers jutted forth like missiles.
She was wearing a crimson and white silk kimono, knotted loosely at the waist, and this sensuous garment showed off a bountiful amount of cleavage as well as a pair of sexy, slinky brown legs.
"May I help you?" she inquired in a musical voice.
"Hi!" Chuck grinned, flashing his pearly whites and taking off his shades to display his smoldering gray eyes. "Chuck Sawyer. I'm your neighbor. Thought I'd drop by and introduce myself, since we're going to be living at such close quarters."
"Why, how nice of you to come over," the woman smiled. "Won't you please come in?"
Chuck felt a surge of elation as he saw what he correctly guessed was a flicker of feminine appreciation in her brown eyes as she gave him a swift once over. He followed her into the living room, admiring the high, full globes of her ass which strained against the clinging silk of her kimono.
"My name is Naomi Witherspoon, Mr. Sawyer," the mulatto wench said as she gestured for him to take a chair.
"Call me Chuck, ma'am," Chuck said, sitting down and splaying his legs wide so she could see the meaty bunch of his genitals.
"Only if you'll call me Naomi," she said prettily.
"It's a deal, Naomi," Chuck grinned.
"Can I get you a beer, Chuck?" Naomi asked.
"Sounds good to me!" Chuck nodded, eyeing her huge jugs boldly.
Naomi fetched a couple of Pabst Blue Ribbons from the fridge and perched on the sofa next to Chuck as they chatted and sipped.
"Where's your husband?" Chuck inquired casually.
"He's visiting his mother in Tuckerton," Naomi informed him silkily. "I don't expect him back till supper time."
Chuck grinned. Naomi smiled voluptuously, and Chuck was sure now that her eyes were telegraphing signals of erotic invitation ...
"You're a lovely woman, Naomi," Chuck said huskily, his gray eyes blazing with smoky desire.
"Why, thank you, Chuck," Naomi purred.
"In fact, you're one of the sexiest ladies I've met in a long, long time," Chuck continued.
"My, Chuck! You certainly are direct! Am I wrong in supposing that you're making a pass at me?" Naomi giggled.
"Let me put it this way," Chuck drawled. "I'll go as far as you'll let me, babe."
Naomi rose to her feet and swayed over to the stereo. She put on a Billie Holiday record and uncorded her kimono belt.
Chuck felt lust tighten in his nuts as the silken garment shimmied off her caramel-hued shoulders and fluttered about her ankles. She had her back to him, and he saw with delight that Naomi wore only a pair of virtually transparent white panties beneath.
Naomi turned to face him, her proud, naked breasts thrusting forward like torpedoes dipped in chocolate. They were succulent looking melons, capped by sand dollar sized nipples.
Naomi swayed sensuously in time with the music, hooking her thumbs in the elastic of her panties and peeling them off. She straightened up, wiggling her hips from side to side, stretching her arms kittenishly above her head as she smiled at him lasciviously.
Her hot muff was a moist "V" shaped mound of smoldering flesh, glistening with slut honey, crested by a coil of brown, kinky fuzz.
"O.K., big boy. Now it's your turn!" Naomi Witherspoon exclaimed huskily.
She was handling her stupendous knockers, her long, red nails flicking at the erect projectiles of her nips. Her almond shaped eyes strobed into him, burning with feminine heat.
Chuck sprang to his feet, trembling with bestial excitement. He popped open the buttons of his cutoffs and dragged them down and off.
His rock-hard bull-dick whipped up hard against his stomach, pulsing and ready for action. Naomi mewled in satisfaction as she eyed his healthy sex prong, which looked just big enough to satisfy her woman-itch.
Gripping his tee shirt, Chuck hauled it over his head and tossed it onto the couch. He was panting hard. He flexed his muscles a trifle narcissistically, fully aware that his muscular, hairy chest was pretty awesome.
Naomi strolled across the room till she stood in front of him, her puckered nipples brushing the hairs on his brawny chest. Chuck groaned huskily as he covered her swollen tits with his sweaty hands. He caressed and kneaded them hungrily.
Bending down, Chuck crushed his mouth against Naomi's full, sweet lips, kissing her hard. Naomi whimpered in delight, throwing her arms around his strong neck, returning the kiss wholeheartedly.
Chuck's hungry tongue slithered around in her mouth, tasting Naomi's sweet spit. He was strumming her aching nubbins between his forefingers and thumbs, and he broke the kiss, clamping his mouth onto one of her ripe nips.
Suckling it eagerly, he stuffed as much of her musky boob into his mouth, flicking his taster all over the pebbly aureole, catching the fleshy rivet between his teeth and nipping it gently.
Naomi cried out softly, shivering with satisfaction as the white man moved from breast to breast, making them sparkle and swell as he worked them over thoroughly.
She gasped as Chuck ran the flat part of his taster down the plane of her tummy. Sawyer dropped to his knees on the carpet between her lithe, caramel-hued gams.
He was face to face with the juicy pucker of her mons. The musky sweetness of her twat's aroma wafted into his flaring nostrils, making his balls blaze with desire.
With a groan, Chuck pressed his handsome face against her dimpled thighs. He kissed her wet, puffy labia, thrusting out his taster, letting it snake and slither up and down her hot slit.
Naomi cried out with joy, tossing her head, raking her nails through his short brown hair as Chuck started to lap her pussy energetically.
He tasted the hot honey which dribbled from her , snatch. He ferreted out the throbbing clove of her clitoris and feathered his tongue in rapid swipes across the aching love-bud, making it blaze with almost unbearable ecstasy.
"Ooooooh, y-yes, Chuck, Y-YEEEES!" Naomi shrieked, bucking her hips, banging her wet box against his face.
He stabbed his licker in and out of her spasming sex-hole, feeling its velvet heat and liquid tightness close convulsively around his probing taster.
Chuck pulled away from her, panting thickly. His face was flushed, his lips and chin saturated with her seamy cuntal libations. The hot taste of mulatto snatch burned on his tongue.
Gripping her by the waist, Chuck pulled the buxom Negress down on the floor, rolling on top of her, kissing her hard as he squeezed her big tits and ground his throbbing manhood against her bushy box.
He squirmed down between her legs, pushing them into the air and spreading them wide as he attacked her juicy cunny once more. He washed his long, greedy tongue from her sticky gash right down to the hot pucker of her ass-hole and back again, making Naomi shriek and buck with wanton delight.
"Ooooh, Chuck, you get me so HOT!" Naomi moaned throatily, twisting her own ripe nipples. "Let me suck it, big boy! Let me SUCK it!"
Chuck grunted, swinging his lower body around till his erection slapped against her cheek, still slurping on her cunt. Naomi purred happily, closing her long, tapering fingers around the fat, vein-etched shaft of his cock, pulling it to her full lips.
She kissed and lapped it sensuously, rolling her tongue in wet swirling motions all'over the pulpy knob. She hummed sluttishly as she stuffed it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she created a vacuum, milking his dick hungrily.
Chuck groaned into her cunt, grinding his hips as he lay on his side and tongued her clit. He pushed two thick fingers between the buttery folds of her labia and pumped them in and out as he suckled her aching love-bud.
Naomi's hungry, velvety mouth swarmed up and down on his dong, and Chuck grunted as he felt her swallow the whole thing, her rounded lips mashing into his musky pubes. He made his cock jump in her humming throat, lust and pleasure quivering in his gonads like a fistful of white hot coals.
The white man and the black woman sixty-nined on the rug for quite some time, moist sucking sounds filling the air as they got hotter and hotter.
The temperature in the room seemed to 'rise perceptibly. Chuck's muscular body was soaked with sweat. Naomi's musky slut-honey tasted like nectar, and her hungry mouth was like a hot, greased up glove working on his dong.
The new neighbors were getting along splendidly!