Chapter 6
"Yeah, babe! Suck it! Suck that big black cock GOOD!" Dwight Witherspoon panted thickly.
His big hands curled around the back of Barbara Sawyer's head, his fingers twisting in her lustrous auburn tresses, roughly guiding her up and down on his throbbing manhood.
Barbara gurgled and slurped, her ripe red lips swarming up and down the wrist-thick shaft of his massive truncheon. The hot taste of Negro meat filled her mouth like smoke. She choked as it pumped right down her aching throat.
Barbara was as amazed as Dwight that she was able to deep-throat his massive boner. She loved every throbbing inch of it, humming sluttishly as she held it deep in her gullet, her lips and nose mashing into his crinkly pubes.
"Damn, you suck good!" Dwight groaned hoarsely, swiveling his hips.
He jerked her head back and forth by the hair a few more times and then dragged her off his throbbing member, which slapped up wetly against his hard-muscled belly.
Stooping, Dwight-lifted Barbara to her feet. Gripping her by the hips, he plopped her down on her butt on the hood of his car. Standing in front of her, his horse-cock aimed at her juicy snatch like a cannon.
He dragged her towards him, draping Barbara's legs on either side of his narrow waist. Fisting his fuck-prong, Witherspoon punched the plum-colored knob against the buttery petals of her labia, splitting them wide.
Dwight grunted, hunching forward with his hips, digging his fingers into the plump globes of her ass cheeks. Barbara arched her back, giving a 'low, strangled sob as she felt his huge cock slide slowly up her scalding cunt.
Deeper and deeper the pecker stroked, touching the very depths of her throbbing vagina, stuffing it full. Barbara was squirming and shrieking as her bloated pussy lips locked wetly around the wrist-thick root of his tube steak.
"Yeah! Nice wet pussy, babe! MMMM! Damn, feels hot and tight! Yeah, squeeze it, honey! Squeeze with that hot fuck-glove!" Dwight panted huskily, rotating his hips, churning his schlong in her spasming box.
Barbara was panting and writhing, nearly delirious with bitch passion. She flopped back on the hood of the car, her russet-hued tresses spilling out, her fingers closing around the big, pillowy globes of her tits.
She stroked and squeezed her hefty knockers as she savored the sensation of having a thick black tube steak rammed right to the root in her tight cunt. Dwight began to move, swinging his lean hips in short jabbing motions, pumping his prick around in her juicy snatch.
The stroking of his over-sized fuck-tool against the sleek, tender walls'of her vagina send blinding bursts of sheer ecstasy ricocheting through Barbara's nerve endings, and she bucked and squealed.
"Oooooh! OOOOH! Y-YEEEES! Fuck me! FUCK MEEE, YOU BIG BRUTE! AAAAAAH!" Barbara screamed, tossing her reddish mane from side to side.
The hood of the car began to bounce and creak as Dwight began to ram his sweaty ass back and forth between Barbara's lithe white legs, which scissored around his middle.
His bull-tool squelched in and out of her suctioning pussy, jerking almost all the way out before pounding to the hilt inside her once more. His low-hanging testicles slapped a lusty tattoo against her squirming buns.
He grabbed her legs under the knees and pushed them forward, nearly doubling the buxom beauty in two and placing her ankles on his broad shoulders. With this sensuous leverage, he pounded into her pussy mercilessly, hoarse grunts spraying between his clenched white teeth as he fucked hard and fast.
His strong fingers dug into her narrow waist, and each savage thrust made Barbara's big boobs jiggle and jump like overturned bowls of vanilla pudding with strawberries on top.
"Like that, baby? Huh? like this big black cock up your hot fuckin' twat?" Dwight panted thickly, sweat glistening on his brawny black physique.
"Aaaah! AAAAAH! Y-YEEES! OOOOH, L-LORD, THAT'S GOOOOOD!" Barbara shrieked brokenly.
She felt the fire which blasted through her cock-stuffed cunt growing more and more intense, until it was overwhelming. It exploded and seethed through her writhing, bent-over body, erupting in glorious fireworks behind her sex-dazzled eyes.
"AIEEEEEEEE!! C-CUUUUUMING!! " Barbara screamed as she was convulsed by a steamy, all-encompassing orgasm.
"Yeah, baby, YEAH!" Dwight growled hoarsely, redoubling his efforts.
He pounded into her in a fury of savage jungle passion, his glistening muscles bulging as he worked himself to the brink of orgasm. With a husky roar, the king-sized black stud jerked his throbbing whang out of her hot, dripping snatch and gave it a few frantic strokes.
It expanded and jerked like a repeating rifle. Hot squirts of pungent cream pumped from his dick-hole, spraying high in the air, spattering down in gooey puddles and rivulets all over Barbara's big, bouncy titties, dripping into her cleavage, even splashing on her chin and cheeks.
She gurgled wantonly, scooping up some of the sticky seed and sucking it off her fingers like the whore she had become. Dwight groaned hoarsely, staggering back, his slightly drooping bull-tool popping wetly out of her cunt-socket and flapping between his legs like a thick length of rope dipped in tar.
Barbara's legs felt like rubber as she tentatively slid down to the floor of the garage. There was a moist imprint of her buttocks on the hood of the car, and trickles of liquid ran down the insides of her supple thighs.
"Goodness!" she managed to gasp with a shaky smile on her flushed face.
She looked incredibly beautiful at that moment, her face all hot and rosy, her eyes limpid pools of hazel heat, her lips full and moist and parted. Sperm glistened on her ripe, erect nipples, and her buttery cunny lips were full and parted.
Staring at her, the virile buck felt tendrils of manly lust start to rekindle in his belly, snaking down to his huge nuts. A slow, sexy grin stretched across his dusky features, and his eyes grew hot as coals.
"Want to go inside for a spell?" he coaxed in a voice like honey and gravel. don't know," Barbara faltered. "What if ... What if your wife came in unexpectedly?"
"She won't. I promise. Come on! I'll give you a tour of the house!" Dwight urged, taking her by the hand and leading her to the door which led from the garage into the kitchen.
Dwight's idea of a "tour of the house" was leading Barbara through the kitchen and the living-room to the stairs, and then up to the spare bedroom at the end of the hall.
In no time at all, he had her sprawled on her back on the bed, his face smothered between her bouncy jugs. Barbara whimpered and gasped as he gobbled and sucked on her aching titties. He tasted his own sperm on her puffy, jutting nipples, and felt the wanton heat seething through her silky white flesh.
Barbara was completely naked, but Dwight still wore his Lacoste sports snirt, which clung to his muscular torso, soaked through with sweat. Getting up on his knees beside her on the bed, he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
Barbara mewled with bitch passion as her hooded eyes took in the bulging slabs of his massive pectorals and the fatless ridges of his firm stomach muscles.
She crawled over to him, running her hands feverishly up and down his body. Dwight growled with bestial satisfaction as his buxom neighbor pressed her warm lips against his right man-tit. She kissed and licked and sucked her way across the brawny stud's chest, purring in sluttish satisfaction as she explored his sleek black flesh with her tongue and lips.
Dwight lifted his arms, hooking his hands over his woolly head, allowing the buxom bitch she slide her tongue into each of his sweaty armpits, licking them clean. Barbara loved the acrid, musky flavor and aroma of his hot sweat-it drove her wild with desire.
She licked and sucked the big black stud from head to toe, till her taster was tired, till Dwight was panting with almost uncontrollable lust. With a growl, he ordered her to get on all fours, which Barbara did with alacrity, jutting her sweet white ass in the air prettily.
"Damn, lady, you get me fuckin' HOT!" Dwight muttered as he plunged his slimy cock deep in her cunt, fucking her doggy fashion.
He clapped his hands around her jiggling bubble buns, kneading them lasciviously as he sawed his hips back and forth, sliding his whanger roughly in and out of her sloppy, suctioning cunt.
Barbara gasped and mewled, writhing and bucking as he pounded into her hard and fast. The bed creaked and groaned in protest under all this strenuous activity, and the sound of hot, sweaty flesh slapping together echoed through the spare bedroom.
"Yeah! Fuckin' you good, lady! Fuckin' you hard and GOOD!" Dwight grunted thickly, socking it to her full force.
He ran his big black hands up her tummy and grabbed her plump, floppy jugs, crushing them in his strong fingers. He jerked her upper body up off the bed so that Barbara's red head flung back across his shoulder, and continued to slide his salami up her wet, spread twat from behind.
"Yeah, bitch! You like that, don't you? MMMM, sweet, baby, real sweet! How's about getting your tight ass-hole pumped full of black meat, doll? You like that?"
His hot words, hissing in her ear, drove Barbara wild with almost hysterical passion, and the black stud was twisting and tugging on her fat nipples till they burned with sensitivity.
"Y-Yes! Use me! Fuck me! DO IT!" she cried in feverish passion.
He pushed her face down on the pillow and slowly drew his throbbing joint out of her juicy snatch. It popped up against his sweaty belly, dripping and jerking.
He spread her creamy, freckled butt cheeks with his thumbs, grunting in excitement as he stared at the pouty rosebud of Barbara's ass-hole.
Licking his dry lips, Dwight gripped his slippery tube steak at its base and slapped it against her dimpled ass crack a few times before sliding it between her bouncy buns.
Barbara mewled softly, digging her fingers into the bed sheets as she felt the pulpy head of Dwight's cock press against the taut pucker of her tender bunghole. It felt so huge and slippery and hot! Desire melted in her bowels, twisting and fluttering inside her like a moth with burning wings.
Dwight leaned into her slowly, holding his cock steady with one hand and gripping her waist with the other. His blue-black fuck-stick pumped her tender pinkish ass-hole into a hot, quivering "O" and slipped inside her with a moist pop.
"AAAAAIEEEEE!! " Barbara shrieked, her head jerking back and her eyes bugging out as his huge horse-meat rammed up her bowels.
Pain and ecstasy knotted and flared and billowed through her body, making her head spin, making her sob and gyrate and claw the bed sheets like a wild cat. Slowly, inch after inch of his hefty whanger slipped into her nether chute, till Witherspoon's musky pubes tickled her buns.
"MMMMM, baby, nice and tight and fuckin' HOT!" Dwight rumbled thickly.
He rolled his hips, twisting his truncheon in the clenching furrow of her velvety, furnace-hot rectum, loving the way it squirmed and suctioned at his dick. He began to stroke it to her, pumping with lusty hip-thrusts.
His heavy nuts whipped pendulously back and forth, slapping moistly against her hot, dripping pussy as he pounded into her ass with pile driver force. The initial pain Barbara had experienced had swiftly subsided, to be replaced by a gathering storm of almost unbelievable pleasure which raged through her cock-stuffed guts, spurring her into a frenzy of sluttish excitement.
"Yeees! Ram it! AAAAAAAHM" Barbara squawked brokenly, arching her back into a bow.
She humped back to meet his muscular thrusts, impaling herself gladly on his pistoning black prick. Dwight spread her freckly white buttocks wide apart so he could watch as his thick, purple-black boner sliced in and out of the squirming pucker of her outrageously stretched bunghole.
Her elastic rectum was tight and hot, squeezing hungrily around his sturdy pecker, making Dwight's big, sweaty nuts bloat and burn with mounting lust as he plowed her rectal furrow fast and hard.
Barbara felt the exquisite delight which strobed through her ass spill over into her quivering snatch. The liquid heat stabbed into her again and again, bursting suddenly inside her like a mushroom cloud.
She threw back her head and screamed loudly, clawing desperately at the sheets as she climaxed gloriously, coming in her pussy and in her ass at the same time.
"AAAAARRRGH!! " Dwight Witherspoon bellowed, feeling her mucky ass-chute grab wildly at his pecker as Barbara reached orgasm. "TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE MY HOT FUCKIN' LOAD!"
He hammered forward hard, sliding his erection to the root in her steamy guts, holding it there as his balls tightened and exploded. Searing jets of man-spunk ricocheted up his fuck tubes, erupting inside her like a fire hose.
Barbara sobbed weakly, little shudders trembling up and down her spine as she felt the muscle-bound black man squirt his pungent seed way up her aching ass, pumping her full of sperm and semen.
It was the beginning of a hot and steamy relationship which, amazingly, paralleled that of their respective spouses. The coincidences in this little socio-sexual drama of black/white sex had one more startling twist, however. But that twist had yet to occur ...
Renee Sawyer was so frustrated she could hardly stand it. Half a semester had slipped by and she still hadn't been able to seduce Professor Gladshaw. He had been very adroit about avoiding her advances, and made a point of zipping out of the class as soon as the lecture was over, never giving Renee more than a few moments alone with him.
Well, Renee was determined to change all that. She decided to pay Warren Gladshaw a surprise visit. She did a very, very sneaky thing.
She composed a note which she signed Uriah Turkindorf. Professor Turkindorf was head of Professor Gladshaw's department. The note asked Gladshaw to meet Turkindorf in Gladshaw's classroom in Wellesley Hall at three o'clock on Friday afternoon for an important meeting.
Renee slyly slipped the note into Gladshaw's box in the Sociology office at two o'clock on Friday, knowing that Warren stopped by the office punctually at two-thirty every day.
Then, she darted off to Wellesley Hall and lay in wait. There were no classes on the third floor of the Hall that afternoon, and Renee sneaked into Gladshaw's room and hid in the closet.
Her heart was racing gleefully when she heard the door open and, peeping through the crack in the closet doors, watched as Warren Gladshaw entered the room, looking a little flustered.
What a man! Renee sighed softly as she admired her secret idol. He was so big and strong and handsome! He always looked a little silly in that suit. She couldn't wait to see what he looked like when he was out of it ...
Carefully, Renee undid her halter top and slithered out of her pleated skirt and pink panties. She felt deliciously naughty as she stood inside the closet wearing nothing but bobby sox and tennis shoes.
Her pert nipples quivered with excitement. Gingerly, the buxom blonde coed pushed open the closet door.
Professor Gladshaw was leaning against his desk, absently scanning a newspaper as he awaited Professor Turkindorf. Renee tiptoed forward gleefully, till her back was pressed against the door, facing Warren.
"Hi, Prof!" Renee chirped cheerily. "Huh?" Gladshaw grunted in surprise, lowering his paper.
His eyes widened and he gave a choked cry of shock which was quite comical. Renee giggled gleefully.
"My dear Miss Sawyer, get back into your clothes and get out of my room!" Warren said severely, forcing a ferocious frown. "I must warn you that
Professor Turkindorf is going to be here at any minute now. Do you want me to lose my job?"
"Don't worry, Warren," Renee purred, turning the latch on the classroom door. "I penned that little note myself! Professor Turkindorf is nowhere near this joint!"
Gladshaw gawked at her for a moment in disbelief. And then, a mingled expression of exasperation and amusement creased his Nubian features.
Shaking his head and grinning, he said, "Damn, girl! You're sure persistent, aren't you?"
"Well, goodness, Warren," Renee pouted, batting her lashes at him playfully. "I've got the hots for you! What's the harm in that? I mean, don't you think I'm attractive at all? You're not gay, are you?"
She poked her mammoth breasts forward and wobbled them from side to side. Warren's eyes were mesmerized by her jiggling jugs, helpless tingles of desire starting to shoot through his big, brawny body.
"Honey, don't tease if you don't mean to deliver," he muttered hoarsely.
Renee's eyes brightened as she saw that the bulge in his gray pin stripe trousers was growing larger and larger.
"Does it look like I'm teasing?" she purred, rolling her hips. "I'm naked, I'm alone here with you, and I'm willing to go the limit, Professor, so why don't you just haul it out and lay it on me?"
Gladshaw shuddered, giving in to the mounting lust which seethed through his loins. His fingers trembled as he jerked down his zipper. His pants dropped around his ankles, and he struggled out of them, kicking off his shoes.
His BVDs bulged obscenely around the rapidly thickening tower of his cock, which lifted the elastic right off his muscular belly. Renee gasped in delight, eyeing the bulge in his BVDs with greedy eyes.
She strolled up to the brawny buck, pressing her projecting bosoms against his shirt front, his tie resting in her deep cleavage. Warren grunted as he felt her fingers fondle his privates through his under-shorts.
Renee stared up J. him with luscious blue eyes, and she purred, "Kiss me, you fool...."
"You win, baby," Warren muttered.
He threw his arms around the naked lass and crushed her close, kissing her hard. His hungry mouth roved over Renee's lower face. Renee mewled as her professor's long, warm taster snaked between her lips. She sucked it sluttishly, tangling her own taster with his, swapping saliva.
His hands came around and clenched the ballooning spheres of her knockers. He kneaded them roughly, the creamy flesh oozing between his dark knuckles. He scraped his thumbs over her turreting nubbins, making them burn and throb outward like rubber rivets.
Renee moaned into his mouth, squirming in delight as his strong, masculine hands roved all over her body, setting fire to her tender, milky white flesh. She fumbled for his underpants, hooking her fingers in the waistband. With a jerk, she dragged them down, and a thrill of delight surged through the blonde slut as she felt his jerking horse-meat slap up against her tummy.
She broke the kiss, panting hard as she stared down in awe at the brawny professor's bull-sized pecker.
"Gracious sakes alive...." she gasped faintly.
Professor Warren Gladshaw was endowed like the proverbial stallion! Renee, with her taste for dark meat, had long before ascertained the truth of that old adage about the super endowment of black studs. She'd seen a lot of over-sized tube steaks in her day, but this one was the biggest.
Oh, yes, by far the biggest! Gladshaw's boner looked like a dwarf's arm and bunched fist shaking at destiny. It erupted proudly from a thick thatch of wiry pubes, lust-heated blood pumping through the veins which etched the corrugated, purplish black shaft.
Warren's prick was thirteen inches long, and as thick as Renee's wrist. It was capped by a blunt, heart-shaped knob, puce-colored and pulpy, leaking a bead of glistening moisture which wobbled on his urethra like a droplet of clear mercury.
His bull-sized testicles swung meatily nearly to his knees, like baseballs in a chocolate-colored, wrinkly bag. Renee looked from Warren's crotch to his face and back to his crotch again, absolutely stunned by her good fortune.
Warren flashed her a wolfish grin, showing off his pearl white teeth.
"Think you can handle that whopper, Miss Sawyer?" he drawled, making his joint whip up smartly against his belly a couple of times.
"I'm sure as hell going to try, Professor!" Renee murmured sexily, running the tip of her tongue over her full red lips.
She sank to her knees on the floor, her heart racing in excitement. Scooting forward, Renee cooed as she cupped Gladshaw's nuts in her hands, stooping to imbibe the musky aroma of his sweaty groin.
Gladshaw moaned huskily as his blonde student pressed her soft lips against his scumbag, raining feather-soft kisses all over it. She opened her mOuth wider, thrusting out her satiny tongue, washing it hungrily back and forth over each bloated nugget, painting them with spit.
"Yeah! Lick those balls, baby! Feels good!" Warren growled.
He shuddered as Renee's wet, warm lips swarmed around his twitching gonads. He closed his eyes and gasped as she ran her licker in long, squirming motions back and forth over the underside of his scrotum.
"Ooooooh, M-MAN!! Milk those balls, sugar!" Warren moaned.
Sensuously, Renee worked her way up to his thighs, running her taster through his woolly, sweat-soaked pubes till she was laving the thick, solid root of his manhood. She purred with passion, licking his immense fuck-staff from bottom to top and back again, tracing every inch of that monster-cock with her curious, tactile licker.
Velvety warmth spilled through Gladshaw's lust-engorged erection. His fingers curled convulsively around the edge of the desk he was leaning against, and he groaned huskily as the buxom blonde slut slowly wrapped her skillful lips around the fat head of his cock ...