Chapter 5
"MMMM, you suck good dick, bitch!" Chuck Sawyer panted hoarsely.
He was on his knees, his big hands clamped firmly around Naomi Witherspoon's close-cropped head, guiding her face up and down between his hairy legs. Naomi's hot, "O" shaped lips squirmed up and down the thick, pulsating shaft of his horse-cock, and Chuck's heavy nuts slapped a sweaty tattoo against her chin. Bubbles of saliva frothed at the corners of the buxom Negress' full lips.
Gripping the nape of her neck, Chuck pulled back Naomi's head, pulling his stiff prick out of her mouth. He smacked and rubbed it against her cheeks and lips and chin, smearing her lovely face with spit and pre-come.
"Lick my balls, slut!" Chuck ordered masterfully, pushing her down between his legs.
He groaned as Naomi's tactile tongue wiggled over the meaty globes of his scum-bloated testicles, polishing them with spit. Naomi gurgled, surrounding each huge nugget with her hungry lips, suckling them slavishly.
"Ooooh, babe, that feels HOT!" Chuck rasped, jacking his huge prick as she sucked and licked his balls all over.
His hot gray eyes blazed as he stared at her upturned, chocolate-colored buns. Naomi was on her knees with her derriere poking coquettishly in the air as she sucked off the white stud.
She had a splendid ass. Perfectly shaped globes of caramel-colored flesh, separated by a deep, dimpled crack ...
"Damn, I'm ready to slide my salami up your hole, bitch!" Chuck muttered hoarsely.
"Please do, big boy! Please DO!" Naomi begged, pulling away from his nuts and staring up at him, naked passion etched on her Nubian features.
Chuck growled, crawling around behind her. His heart slammed against his rib cage as animal lust scalded his senses. He gripped his horse-meat and whipped her wiggling buns with it.
"Want it, bitch? Huh?" he demanded huskily.
"Y-Yeeeees...." Naomi whimpered.
He pushed the gooey head of his dick up between her legs, feeling the molten heat of her cunt vibrate against his cock-knob. Clapping his huge hands down hard across her brown buns, he dug his fingers into the resilient flesh and humped forward hard.
Naomi threw back her head and uttered a shrill scream of bitch-ecstasy as she felt his thick hard-on slowly slide up her silken sheath. Deeper and deeper he plunged, till his muscled thighs smacked against Naomi's wiggling tush.
"Oooooh, that's GOOOOOOD!" Naomi sobbed brokenly, rolling her hips. "So BIG! So HARD! AAAAAAAAAH!"
"Yeah! You like that, don't ya, slut?" Chuck panted, twisting his schlong around in her hot, quivering snatch. "Damn! Feels good, wench! Feels REAL good!"
He began to pump, his hairy ass swinging roughly back and forth, propelling his stiff-on in an out of her slippery, clenching vagina. Explosions of savage pleasure tore through his loins. It felt like a million tiny, silken fingers were at work on his hard, throbbing member, milking it deliciously.
"Oooh! OOOOH!! Do it, big fella, DO IT!"
Naomi shrieked joyously. "Ram that big cock up my cunt HARD! AAAAAAH!"
She arched her spine, jamming back with her hips, impaling herself whorishly on his huge, thrusting manhood. Hot soggy sounds came from the point where her swollen pussy lips slurped around his twitching cock-shaft;
"Yeah, you like it rough, don't ya, bitch?" Chuck snarled through clenched teeth.
He was up on one knee now, sledge-hammering his bull-tool in and out of her smoldering depths. He kept slapping both hands down hard across her stinging buns, mauling and twisting them as he pumped her twat full of dick-meat.
A few minutes later, Chuck pulled out. His burly body was drenched with sweat. His truncheon lurched in the air at a forty-five degree ankle, dripping with pussy juice.
He flopped down on his back on the rug, hooking his hands behind his head.
"C'mon, babe! Squat on my prick! I want you to ride me like a buckin' broncho!" he panted hoarsely, making his cock jump in the air.
Naomi moaned, crawling over to him. She swung her legs on either side of his narrow waist. Her magnificent breasts jiggled and swayed as the gorgeous Negress positioned herself above his slippery log of sex-meat.
Reaching down, she held his pecker steady, sitting on it slowly. She moaned huskily, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes as she sank down on it, shuddering as it filled her up.
With a low, ragged sob, the buxom beauty oscillated her hips, her sloppy vagina squirming and squeezing around his hard-on voluptuously. She rode up on it till the flaring rim of his cock-crown peeked out of the bloated folds of her labia.
Then, she dropped down on it with a broken scream, skewering herself completely. Naomi began to bounce faster and faster, heaving her hips frantically as she took his tube steak deep inside her again and again.
Chuck grunted in delight. He began to swing his pelvis up and down, meeting her as she descended, punching his love-muscle deep in her honey-sweet catcher's mitt.
"Yeah! Squeeze it, slut! Milk my dong with your hot CUNT!" Sawyer snarled hoarsely.
He reached up, covering her huge, bouncy knockers with his hands. Crushing and stroking them, he flicked his thumbnails over her ripe nipples, making them burn with pleasure.
He ran his brawny arms around her middle, sliding his hands down to her rounded buttocks, gripping them hard. He held her ass tightly, and began pounding up into her like a pile-driver.
His throbbing tool pistoned into her vigorously, Naomi's cunny juice soaking his pubes as she shrieked and tossed her head.
"AAAAIEEEEE!! " the black beauty cried shakily, arching her back. "I'M ... Oh, LORD, I'M GOING TO C-CUUUUUUM!! AAAAAAAH!"
And she did, violently. Surges and explosions of sheer rapture ricocheted and blossomed throughout Naomi's squirming, heaving body. She sobbed as lightning bolts blinded her vision and bells rang in her ears.
Her pussy went wild, suctioning hungrily around Chuck Sawyer's pounding pecker, and he roared in masculine pleasure, feeling her love honey scald his joint.
"Yeah! Yeah, bitch, I feel ya cumming! Damn! Gonna shoot, cunt! GONNA FUCKIN' SHOOT! AAAAAARRRGH!! " he roared.
Chuck's muscled butt snapped right off the rug as he slammed his thickening horse-cock deep in the mulatto wench's wet vagina. He grunted, shuddering as thick jets of seething scum vaulted up his sex tubes, blasting inside of her with volcanic force.
Again and again, gobs of man-sperm pumped into Naomi's succulent snatch, and she mewled and whimpered, squeezing and milking at his twitching dong with her supple cunt muscles.
Chuck flopped back gasping on the rug, dizzy with satisfaction, his big, hairy body soaked with man-sweat. Naomi cooed as she lay upon him, her huge boobs mashing against his chest as she nuzzled
Chuck's cheek with her full lips.
"That was real neighborly of you, Mr. Sawyer," she teased coquettishly, nipping his ear.
"Anytime, Mrs. Witherspoon! You get the urge, and I'll come runnin' over to give you want you need! Scout's honor!" Chuck grinned, squeezing her tits gently.
"I'll do that little thing, handsome!" Naomi purred.
And she did, too, as often as the two of them could arrange it. Their clandestine affair was a little tricky, but they were clever, and managed to pull the wool over the eyes of their respective spouses.
What Chuck and Naomi didn't know was that their respective spouses were soon to become embroiled in a relationship of their own ...
Barbara Sawyer was shopping at the supermarket a couple of weeks after her husband's first encounter with their dusky neighbor. Barbara was a lovely woman in her late thirties. She was one of those lucky ladies who seem to reach full bloom at that age and exude a kind of sexual radiance which attracts men like flies to honey.
Barbara's red hair was arranged in a becoming, though not very fashionable beehive with cute spit curls. She had a fresh peaches and cream complexion with a very faint smattering of freckles on her cute upturned nose.
Her merry eyes were hazel with long lashes. Her lips were full and strawberry red, and her cheeks dimpled sweetly when she smiled, revealing even white teeth.
It was quite clear where Renee Sawyer had inherited her outstanding figure. Barbara was stacked. Her big milky knockers ballooned against the mauve fabric of her blouse as if ready to pop right out.
Her tight white shorts hugged Barbara's high, plump rear end like a second skin, and showed off her long and sexy gams to perfection. A cute pair of pink sneakers rounded out the young-looking housewife's skimpy outfit.
She was in a good mood and hummed to herself as she tossed things into her push-cart. Rounding the corner and starting down the next aisle, Barbara ran smack dab into someone's butt.
"Ooooh! Goodness, excuse ME!" she exclaimed, and then blushed beet-red when she recognized the person she'd literally bumped into.
"No problem!" the ruggedly handsome black man drawled, flashing his pearly whites rather wolfishly as he ogled her revealing cleavage.
Dwight Witherspoon was one hunk of a man. With all her inbred Southern prejudice, Barbara had been unable to shake this impression of her dark-skinned neighbor, and she often caught herself gazing at him through the kitchen window as he washed his car or mowed the lawn. In fact, she had begun to realize with a mingling of guilt and horror that she found Dwight Witherspoon more than a little exciting ...
He was in his mid-thirties, a tall, powerfully built fellow with broad shoulders, a muscle-packed chest and a slim waist-line. He was ruggedly handsome, with even, almost aquiline features. His nose was a trifle broad and his lips a little thick, but he was as sexy as that man whose poster adorned her daughter's bedroom wall ... What was his name? O.J. something ...
Renee's room was "off-limits" to her parents, especially now that she was over eighteen and going to college. But Barbara had ignored this rule a few weeks before when she'd done the laundry and wanted to put Renee's things in her room.
Barbara had been shocked to find that Renee's walls were simply covered with photos and posters of men. All of the men were black!
Barbara had confronted Renee about this that evening, and her spitfire of a daughter had thrown quite a temper tantrum. After stamping her foot and accusing her mother of "snooping" and "invading my privacy," she had gone on to attack Barbara's "old-fashioned values."
"Don't tell me you've never looked at one of those black athletes on TV and felt something stir inside you, Mom," Renee had said. "Because I won't believe you."
Recalling that uncomfortable conversation, Barbara felt even more confused as she met Dwight Witherspoon face to face for the first time and felt her stomach fluttering the way it had when she'd gone on dates as a teen.
"Don't I know you from someplace?" Witherspoon said as she started to maneuver her push-cart around him.
His intense brown eyes seemed to sear into her like lasers. Barbara felt as if he were undressing her with his molten stare.. She felt something quiver between her thighs ...
"Uh, I ... I don't think so," she faltered nervously, averting her eyes.
He snapped his Angers and flashed a broad grin.
"I know!" he exclaimed jovially. "I'm your neighbor! I've seen you a few times next door! Dwight Witherspoon."
He proffered a big, strong black hand. Barbara had no choice but to take it. His enormous paw completely covered her lily white hand, and his grip was powerful, sending an unwitting thrill through her buxom body.
"How ... How do you do? I'm ... I'm Barbara Sawyer," she stammered with a weak smile.
"Well, Mrs. Sawyer, it's about time we met!" Dwight boomed. "After all, we are neighbors. You must come by and visit sometimes.""
"I'll ... I'll do that little thing, Mr. Witherspoon. Now, if you'll excuse me...."
Barbara fairly darted down the aisle in her haste. She paid for her groceries, feeling all in a tizzy as she carried the two shopping bags into the parking lot and put them in the back of her station wagon.
Getting into her car, she started the engine and began to pull out of the lot when the car made a strange gurgling sound and konked right out, gliding to a dead stand-still.
"Oh, dear!" Barbara exclaimed.
She fiddled with the ignition key, frantically trying to get it to start again. A shadow fell across her, and a by now familiar voice rang in her ear.
"Having difficulties, Mrs. Sawyer?"
She looked up into Dwight Witherspoon's smoldering brown-eyes, and again felt that melting sensation at the pit of her stomach.
"I can't seem to start my car!" she explained meekly, batting her lashes at him.
"Let me take a look," he said, striding around and lifting the hood.
He fiddled around, calling for her to try to start it again a few times. The engine made a few halfhearted revving sounds and then died out with a low groan.
Dwight crossed around to her, wiping his hands on his black corduroys and shaking his handsome head.
"I'm afraid your carburetor is shot, ma'am. Looks like you're going to have to put her in the garage for a while."
"Oh dear!" Barbara exclaimed fretfully, furrowing her brow.
"Tell you what," Dwight said. "Why don't you ring up the garage from that phOne over there, and then I'll run you home in my Volvo?"
"Well, I ... I couldn't possibly impose on you that way, Mr. Witherspoon," Barbara stammered weakly.
"Nonsense! That's what neighbors are for! Here, I'll put your groceries in my car while you're making that call!"
What could Barbara say? She had no choice! And, to her mortification, she realized that she was more than a little excited about the prospect of getting to know that muscular black buck a little better ...
The interior of the Volvo seemed very small. Barbara was highly conscious of her proximity to the brawny black man. Her heart was beating violently as she felt his knee brush against her own.
He was so virile! She couldn't remember the last time she'd reacted to a man this way ...
Dwight wore a Ted Lacoste sports shirt which hugged the solid slabs of his pectorals and exposed his beefy biceps admirably. His black cords bulged almost obscenely at the crotch.
"You're quite an attractive woman, Mrs. Sawyer,"
Dwight drawled huskily.
"Oh! T-Thanks for the compliment, Mr. Witherspoon," Barbara smiled nervously.
"Let's cut the surname crap, why don't we? I'm Dwight," he said boldly.
"I'm Barbara," she almost whispered.
"So, Barbara, does it bother you to have blacks for neighbors?" Dwight inquired unexpectedly.
"What? Oh! Oh, no, not at all!" Barbara exclaimed a little too brightly.
"I can see it does. But I understand. You're Southern. It's tough: But I hope you'll at least be open-minded."
Barbara sighed. She said slowly, "You know, my husband and daughter have been bombasting me for weeks with that kind of logic. I give in! You're a very sexy man, Dwight Witherspoon. There. I've said it!"
"That makes my day, Babs!" Dwight grinned toothily.
"Ugh! Please! Not Babs! Anything but that!" Mrs. Sawyer cried, her eyes twinkling. "Sorry, Barbara."
Barbara was feeling all warm and excited. Her pussy was hot and wet, chafing against her panties. She was squirming in breathy excitement as Dwight Witherspoon pulled the Volvo into the driveway at 1619 Pilsner Lane, right next door to the Sawyer home.
He got out and opened the garage door. He got back in and drove the car into the garage. Barbara remained in the car, her heart hammering as she waited for him to close the garage door.
The interior of the garage was lit by a single light bulb which swung from a chain suspended from the ceiling. As if in a dream, Barbara got out of the car. She was a little dizzy. Exhilaration thrilled her senses. Barbara Sawyer, are you really going to go through with this? What would your mother say!
And then another little voice in her head spat out gleefully: Fuck you. Mom!
Dwight strode slowly around until he towered above her. He looked so huge, so strong, so ... black!
"What about your wife?" Barbara said faintly as he reached down and started to snap open the buttons of her tight white shorts.
"She's not home," he muttered huskily.
Barbara moaned softly as he crouched down, drawing her shorts slowly down around her ankles. She was trembling uncontrollably as she stepped out of them. Her panties moulded stickily to the hot mound of her mons Veneris.
"Beautiful legs," Dwight murmured, running his hands slowly up her calves.
Barbara gasped, closing her eyes and leaning her butt against the warm hood of the Volvo as his fingers glided up her inner thighs. His touch was electric, stinging her senses, scalding her nerves ... She bit her lower lip as he hooked two fingers in the elastic of her panties and dragged them down.
The harsh white light glittered on her exposed sex. Her pussy lips were full and juicy red, parting to expose the tender pucker of her fuck-hole. Silky red fur coiled around her twat, and Dwight could see her rigid clit, glistening with love-juice.
"Oh, baby!" Dwight growled, brushing his thumbs over her succulent labia.
"Aaaaaah...." Barbara sobbed hoarsely as his hot breath stirred her pubes.
Dwight imbibed her luscious perfume, his nostrils flaring, her silky pubes tickling his lips. He pushed out his long wet tongue. He washed it hungrily up and down her sticky gash.
Barbara bucked her hips Spasmodically, her fingers digging into the hood of the car as liquid jolts of sheer ecstasy stabbed through her loins. She tossed her thick, glossy mane of auburn hair, broken cries rustling from her lips as the black stud smothered his hungry lips and lashing tongue in the slippery folds of her sex.
He plunged his taster deep in her clinging love-tunnel and worked it around. He latched his lips around her clit and suckled it till Barbara was heaving and shrieking with mindless delight.
He jabbed two thick fingers deep in her vagina and pumped them in and out, testing the silken elasticity of her quivering cunt. His pecker was straining painfully against his tight cords, begging for freedom.
Keeping his fingers busy between Barbara's dimpled thighs, Dwight rose to his feet. He was panting hard as he crushed his lips to hers.
An illicit thrill of shocked pleasure shot through Mrs. Sawyer as the brawny Negro stuffed his hot tongue in her mouth. She sucked on it, giving in to naked passion, hardly able to believe that she was letting this happen.
Still punching his fingers up her dripping snatch, Dwight fumbled with the buttons of her blouse with his free hand. Barbara gave him some help, and wiggled out of the blouse, mewling in delight as the full, bouncy orbs of her freckly white knockers jiggled free.
"MMMM, big, fine tits! Just like I like 'em!" Dwight muttered, stooping to press his handsome face into her perfumed cleavage.
"Ooooh, y-yeeees...." Barbara Sawyer gasped as the rugged stud whisked his long eager taster over her creamy jugs.
He swirled his tongue tip rapidly over each of her taut, rosy nipples and sucked the sand dollar sized nubs in his mouth, grazing them with his strong teeth. He milked on the puckered erections till they were burning points of female heat, and Barbara was gasping in ecstasy, her dripping cunt squirming hungrily around his thick fingers.
"Damn, honey, you're fuckin' HOT!" Dwight Witherspoon growled, pulling his fingers out of her pussy with a wet squelching sound.
He gripped her slender shoulders and pressed down. With a moan, Barbara meekly sank to her knees on the cold stone floor of the garage. Her head was spinning as desire sizzled through her senses.
She dimly heard a dull rasping sound as the black stud dragged down his zipper. He hauled his cords down around his ankles, struggling out of his pants and his shoes.
His rock-hard horse-cock lifted the elastic of his BVDs right of his firm stomach, straining for release. Swiftly, Dwight shed his undershorts and straightened up.
His pecker bulged before Barbara's rounded-hazel eyes like a loaded gun. It was enormous! Thick and juicy, purple-black and ropy with lust-heated veins, his manly prick jerked up and down, leaking a gooey bead of moisture from the fat piss hole.
"Like my big black meat, Barbara?" Dwight asked huskily, leaning forward.
His sex-tool rubbed against her flushed cheek, and the pungent aroma of his sweaty crotch seared through her nostrils like ammonia, triggering a surge of wild, whorish passion. She moaned, plunging her lips and nose into his wiry pubes, sluttishly licking the insides of his thighs.
She stroked his bull-dick in her lily white fingers, whimpering and gasping as she ran her taster down to his wrinkly ball sac. Letting go of his whang, she scooped up Dwight's nuts in both hands. His balls were so huge, they filled up both her hands and then some, draping over the sides.
They were heavy and hot with stud-scum. She smothered her face in the greasy sac, slurping at each bloated testicle, straining her wet lips around them and sliding her taster all over his musky scrotum.
Dwight groaned in pleasure, his ramrod twitching in the air. He shuddered as the buxom red-head rolled her licker up to the thick root of his manhood.
Barbara hummed in satisfaction as she slowly, sensuously tongued and kissed her way up and down his rigid bull-meat. She was going to enjoy every moment of this erotic black/white encounter!