Chapter 8

The rest of the semester seemed to go hurtling merrily by. Renee Sawyer couldn't get enough of her muscular black professor! And Warren Gladshaw was helpless to resist the gorgeous, stacked blonde. In fact, he was getting pretty infatuated with her.

They did it just about everywhere! Standing up in a toilet stall in the men's room on the fourth floor of Wellesley Hall. In the back seat of his beige Pontiac. In the back seat of her cream-colored VW.

They were pretty careful, though. In a small Southern town like Amber Springs, tongues are liable to wag, and Renee was more afraid that Warren might lose his job than she was about having it known that she liked her men dark and big ...

One torrid afternoon after a long, hot bout of sex on the floor of Professor Gladshaw's classroom, Renee threw her black lover a sly glance and ran her fingers lightly over his hairy chest as she lay next to him.

"Uh, Warren, honey. Are there more men like you in your family?" she inquired innocently.

"I'm an only child," he said gruffly, and then grinned. "Got some cousins, though. Why?"

Renee shrugged and then giggled. "Oh, well, I'd better be honest. I was just thinking that it might be great fun to have you and another black stud work me over at the same time! What do you think about them apples?"

Gladshaw's grin widened. "Sounds interesting to me," he said slowly. "Give me a couple of days. I'll arrange something."

Two afternoons later, after his final lecture in Black Studies 101, Warren pulled Renee aside and hissed, "Meet me in the faculty parking lot in twenty minutes."

Renee did as she was told, stealing into his car and ducking low as Professor Gladshaw drove away from the college campus. When they were safely on the main street, she scooted up again.

"Where we going?" Renee asked excitedly, her face flushed with girlish delight.

"My cousin Dwight's arranged a little private party for the three of us!" Gladshaw drawled. "That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"I'll say!" Renee exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I can't wait!"

She didn't have to wait long. When Professor Gladshaw turned his Pontiac down Pilsner Lane, Renee frowned in confusion.

"Where are you going? This is the way to my home!" she exclaimed.

"Really? My cousin Dwight lives at the end of the lane. 1619 Pilsner."

"Why, goodness gracious! Dwight Witherspoon?" Renee exclaimed in shock.

"That's him!" Gladshaw nodded.

"He's my next door neighbor!" Renee cried.

"Well, it's a small world, baby!"

Dwight met them at the door wearing only a pair of thread-bare cut-offs which did little to conceal the enormous mound of his genitals. His brawny chest was bare, and Renee's heart raced as she followed the two black studs into the Witherspoons' living room.

Dwight was about five years younger than Warren and just a little shorter. Both men were powerfully built with muscle-bound physiques, both were strikingly handsome, and both were black as the Ace of Spades! What more could a girl ask for?

Jazz played over concealed speakers. Dwight had a chilled bottle of champagne waiting for them, and a pile of potent joints.

In no time at all, the threesome were seated comfortably on the couch, sipping bubbly and passing reefers, getting deliciously blasted as they chatted.

"Mind if I take a shower, Dwight?" Warren asked after a while. "Walking around in this damn suit all day isn't exactly appropriate in this heat!"

"Sure! Renee and I'll get better acquainted while we wait," Dwight said with a slow grin, his molten brown eyes searing into the blonde girl who sat next to him.

As Professor Gladshaw strode out of the room, Renee turned her attention on her handsome neighbor. Up close, he looked even better than he had from the brief glimpses she'd had of him from her bedroom window.

She eyed his brawny chest with tipsy admiration. His pectorals were like sculpted wooden bowls of solid muscle covered by satin-smooth ebony-hued skin. Unlike his cousin, this brawny Negro's physique was virtually hairless.

"So you're into black men, huh, Renee?" Dwight drawled huskily, draping one brawny arm along the sofa behind her head.

He thought to himself: Must run in the family! and smiled lasciviously as he thought of his hot encounters with Renee's red-haired Mom.

"MMMM, yes!" Renee answered, her baby blue eyes glistening with interest as she looked at his bulging crotch.

Renee was looking especially enticing that afternoon. Her golden hair draped about her slender shoulders, framing the oval of her beautiful face.

She wore a sexy summer dress with shoulder straps and a plunging neck-line, showing off a great deal of creamy cleavage. Because of the heat, she wore absolutely nothing underneath-no panties, no bra ...

Renee's head was swimming from all that champagne and grass. Her flesh tingled with voluptuous heat. She snuggled up to the bare-chested black man and ran her fingers over his bulging pectorals.

Dwight growled, crushing his mouth to hers, kissing her hard. They swapped spit, sucking at each other's lips and tongues, passion igniting between them in fiery sparks.

Breaking the kiss, Renee moaned as she feverishly pressed her lips against his chest, raining his black flesh with hot, worshipful kisses. Dwight grunted in pleasure as she started licking his pecs, her warm lips tugging at his brown paps.

"Yeah, baby! It's all yours!" Witherspoon muttered as she licked his body.

Renee ran her taster up beneath his arm, mewling kittenishly as she lapped at his armpit, lapping at the sweaty tuft of hair there. Dwight reached down and popped open the buttons of his fly.

Lifting his ass off the couch, he jerked down his cut-offs and kicked them away. His rock-hard bull-meat snapped up against his stomach, throbbing and ready for action.

"Like this cock, girl?" Witherspoon demanded, gripping Renee by the nape of her neck.

"J-Jesus, y-yes!" Renee whimpered, staring down at it greedily.

It wasn't quite as big as Professor Gladshaw's, but it rated a close second as one of the two biggest dongs she'd ever laid eyes on. Dwight obscenely waved his pulsating bull-tool back and forth as he pumped it in his fingers.

He pressed down on the back of her neck, pushing Renee's face in his lap.

"Suck!" he ordered huskily.

She stuffed his black cock in her greedy mouth. Gurgling and moaning, the blonde slut bobbed her head up and down, noisily slurping on his gigantic meat. It brought tears to her eyes and nearly choked her, but she swallowed the whole thing, blinding jolts of desire rippling through her wet cunt as she went down on him.

"Awwww, b-baby, YEEEEAH! Suck that big fuckin' dick!" Dwight gasped hoarsely, humping upward with his hips as he fed Renee his twitching tool. "Damn, that's a hot mouth!"

Renee hungrily munched and slurped her way up and down the foot long tube steak, her cheeks hollowing as she created a vacuum in her mouth, her warm spit bubbling in his pubes. Dwight twisted his fingers in her hair, roughly guiding her up and down on his blazing pecker.

"Damn, you white slut! Work that prick, bitch! Yeah! Suck it, pussy! MMMMM, yeah, feels good shoving my black dick down your pretty little throat, white bitch! Uh huh! Chow down, slut! Yeah! Serve your master! Lick my nigger dick GOOD, cunt!"

He slid his arm down her back, dragging Renee's dress up around her middle. With a growl of bestial pleasure, Dwight ran his big, sweaty hand over the high, creamy mounds of her ass cheeks, patting and squeezing them as he stuffed her mouth full with his dick.

He slid his fingers into her warm crack, touching her winking ass-hole, and groped lower till his finger tips grazed the puffy, leaking folds of her cunny. Witherspoon nearly shot his wad down her humming throat as he explored the juicy folds of her hot snatch ...

"Well, well, well!" a jovial, slightly drunken voice rang out from the doorway. "Looks like y'all lost no time in getting down to business!"

Warren Gladshaw strode into the room, a big grin on his face and not a stitch of clothing on his hulking body. His muscular physique glistened with shower water, and his horse-sized member flapped in front of him like a billy club, rapidly expanding as lust seethed through his baseball-sized nuts.

"She's a hungry chick, Dwight," Gladshaw drawled, masturbating as he stood beside the couch. "Feed her an inch and she wants a mile!"

Dwight sprang up from the couch and stood alongside of his brawny cousin. Renee moaned, falling to her knees in front of the black bucks, her hot blue eyes darting greedily from cock to cock. She went wild.

She pumped both heavy fuck-tools in her little, lily white hands, mewling and gasping as she ran her eager pink tongue over both sets of bull-sized balls, painting them with girl-spit. She sucked their balls till the brawny brutes were groaning in satisfaction.

Then, she took turns stuffing each huge, sausage-like pecker in her mouth and throat, pumping up and down a few times on one massive cock while she stroked the other with her fingers, and then switching off. She even tried to put both dicks in her mouth at once, but there are some things even a bitch that hot can't do!

"Get naked, girl!" Professor Gladshaw ordered gruffly, slapping his dripping schlong against Renee's pink cheeks.

Renee hastened to obey, shimmying out of her cornflower blue summer dress. Now, she stood in front of the black cousins, naked as a jaybird.

Her quivering boobs thrust forward voluptuously, milk white with erect, aching nipples. The puffy pink lips of her labia glistened with slut-honey. Wanton desire was etched on her gorgeous face. A lock of golden hair shaded one smoldering blue eye. Her lips were parted and moist, rosy as strawberries.

The men jacked their spit-polished tools as they watched Renee gyrate in time with the music, playing with her own jugs, rubbing her fingers over her sticky pussy lips and twiddling her aching clit.

She dropped down on the rug, sluttishly spreading her legs and plunging her fingers up her fuck-hole, pumping them in and out as she mewled and licked her lips and looked up at Dwight and Warren with eyes that glowed with desire.

"Damn! This bitch needs to be fucked, man!" Dwight growled, grinning at his cousin.

"You better believe it, cuz! She gives new meaning to the word Hot."

Gladshaw nodded, his bull-meat twitching in his fingers.

The brawny bucks dropped down on either side of her. Renee moaned with whorish delight as a hot mouth closed around each of her aching nipples. Warren and Dwight hungrily slurped and chewed and licked her fat red nubbins till they blazed with sensitivity, burning puckers of bitch pleasure.

As they sucked her milky white tits, both studs played with her spread pink snatch, rubbing and tickling it, jamming their fingers up inside her at the same time, testing the elasticity of her oven-hot interior. She was ready, all right! Almost unbearable desire knotted deep inside the sexy blonde slut.

She whimpered and cried out, writhing on the rug as jolts of ecstasy seared through her. Marijuana and champagne drenched her senses in a rosy glow, making everything warmer and more electric, making her desire keener somehow. She sank into a blissful pool of liquid heat, which seemed to dissolve her consciousness. She existed now only on a plane of animal hunger, gasping and moaning as the strong, lusty men worked her over.

Dwight and Warren moved down her body till they were staring at her wide-spread, juicy cunt. They took turns licking and sucking it, stabbing their tongues up her tight pink hole, savoring the sweet tang of her copiously flooding love juices. They flicked at her aching clit till Renee was bucking and shrieking like a wild cat.

"Wanna fuck this bitch, man?" Warren panted, smacking his lips as he grinned at Dwight.

Dwight grunted in excitement, scrambling up until he was lying on his side facing Renee. She purred in delight, running her fingers over his sweaty black chest.

Fisting his manhood, Witherspoon guided it between her thighs, punching open the buttery maw of her hungry snatch. He pulled her leg around his waist as he hunched forward, his bull-meat slowly stroking up into her succulent cunt.

"AAAAIEEEEEE!! " Renee screamed as lava-like rapture exploded between her legs.

She felt him fill her, stretching her vaginal walls outrageously, plunging to the root in her hungry hole, his sweaty loins grinding against her thighs. Dwight groaned in bestial satisfaction, churning his tool around in her suctioning fuck-pocket, savage pleasure searing through his big balls.

He began to pump, his pelvis whipping back and forth as he fucked into her good and hard. His coal-black fuck-pole stroked in and out of her yawning pussy like a well-greased piston, making moist squelching sounds as it rammed into her.

"Awwww, yeah, baby, that's a hot fuckin' TWAT!" Witherspoon panted, his muscles contracting and relaxing as he screwed her lustily.

Renee curled her fingers over the slippery slopes of his sweat-soaked pecs, arching her back and sobbing in mindless passion as she felt him slide in and out of her with muscular fury.

Professor Gladshaw crawled up behind her, breathing hard. He rubbed his donkey-sized prick against her pillowy buttocks, feeling the satin warmth of her ass crack against his corrugated cock-shaft.

Fisting it, he edged the thirteen inch horse-meat between her rounded buns. He felt the hot, puckered eye of her anus wink against his blunt dick-knob. Drawing his arm around her waist and cupping one of her full, fleshy breasts, he leaned into her.

Renee's eyes snapped open. She gave a strangled, almost soundless scream, her complexion changing color several times in rapid sensation. White heat whipped through her lower body, and the feelings which seared her senses were so intense, she very nearly passed out.

She felt her tender ass-hole expand outrageously around her black professor's over-sized tube steak. She felt that tube steak pump into her colon and then slowly sink, inch after magnificent, wrist-thick inch, deeper and deeper in her blazing bowels, till her anal ring locked snugly around the root.

Now she had two long, thick, black cocks rammed up her from both ends. A total of twenty-five inches of fat, heavy horse-meat, stretching her beyond belief, pumping into her innards with brute force. Thrusting, throbbing man-dicks sliding in her hot, squirming fuck-passages, separated by a filmy membrane of flesh.

Each sweaty black stud could feel the other's rock-hard bull-prick through the soft wall which separated Renee's cunt from her ass. They timed their strokes expertly: when Witherspoon humped forward, Gladshaw eased back, so that Renee always had one stiff pecker rammed deep inside her at any given moment.

Renee felt like the creamy middle of a living Oreo cookie as she got the fucking of her life. She bucked wildly back and forth, sobbing brokenly, the breath nearly knocked from her lungs as the grunting studs slammed into her from both sides.

The hot sound of sweaty flesh and muscle slapping together energetically filled the room, mingling with the music and with guttural grunts and groans and breathy, feminine cries of carnal ecstasy ...

"Ooooh GOD! Y-YEEEES! YEEEES!! FUCK MEEEEEEE!" Renee screamed suddenly, writhing and bucking frantically.

She felt a fireball of exquisite heat tighten and expand deep within her, separating into twin fireballs which seared through her guts and her cunt at the same time. Explosion after body-blistering explosion flowered blissfully within her as she was wracked by an awesome orgasm. It kept on coming, crashing through her in tumultuous waves, soaking her tear-dazzled vision with colors and lights.

She really did pass out for a few moments, and when the hazy glow which obscured her senses parted, she felt herself emptied as Dwight and Warren pulled their bull-dicks out of her. She flopped over on her back on the rug, gasping for breath.

She whimpered hoarsely as the hot swipe of Dwight's tongue washed back and forth over her wet, spread cunt. The sweaty black stud crouched over her, growling thickly as he sucked and slobbered on her hot, quaking snatch, savoring the juicy emulsions of her love-lotion.

"Shit, man! This bitch is really something!" Witherspoon remarked hoarsely, lifting his head and licking his lips.

He climbed on top of Renee, sliding his cock up her juicy cunt once more. Dwight fucked her furiously, his brawny chest crushing the billowing globes of Renee's tits.

He pulled her legs on either side of him, battering her hot cunny with all the force he could muster. His sweat-soaked body slapped and rubbed with slippery heat against hers, black and white flesh glistening in the fights as if well-oiled.

"OOOH YEAH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!! GONNA SHOOT IT! TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE IT! AAAAARRRGH!! " Witherspoon roared, spittle flecking the corners of his grimacing mouth as he plunged to the root inside her one last time.

Renee shrieked, helplessly hurtling into another rapturous climax as she felt his cock go off inside her like a repeating rifle. Big smoldering bullets of man-sperm shot deep in her vagina, pumping her full.

"My turn, man!" Professor Gladshaw grinned as his cousin rolled off the girl.

Renee moaned weakly as her brawny lover's thirteen inch tool rammed up her aching, dripping pussy. Gladshaw humped her lustily, and Renee clawed at his slippery, hairy ass. She felt bruised and exhausted and dizzy, but her whorish lust kept returning in waves of liquid heat.

"Yeah, baby! Y-YEAH! Gettin' close, bitch! Get-tin' REAL close! UNNNGH! UNNNGH!! " Gladshaw panted in her ear, fucking hard. "F-FUGK! TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE IT! A A AAAWWWWWW!! "

He arched his back, bellowing in bestial satisfaction. His cock sourted like a fire hose, fresh gushes of sperm blasting into Renee's belly. And, once again, the Monde nymphet shrieked and writhed as she came gloriously, her streaming snatch suctioning hungrily around Gladshaw's squirting dong.

That wasn't the end of the hot and heavy fuck-fest. The sweaty threesome took a time-out to guzzle some more bubbly and quaff another reefer or two. Then they were at it again!

It was late in the evening when Renee knelt on the floor in front of the Negro cousins, mewling and purring as she rapidly stroked their throbbing peckers with both hands. Dwight stiffened and groaned, and Renee yawned open her mouth, and not a moment too soon! His hot stud-cream burst across her cheeks and chin, pumping onto her tongue, filling her mouth. A few seconds later, Warren bellowed and let loose with his own pungent load.

Renee gurgled and moaned, licking sticky strands of semen off the still-twitching boners, rubbing the black logs of bull-meat all over her sperm-drenched face ...

"That was real hot, baby!" Dwight Witherspoon muttered, patting Renee's fanny as he saw her and Professor Gladshaw to the door. "We'll have to do this again sometime! You living right next door and all!"

"Not TOO often, cuz!" Gladshaw growled with mock sternness, wagging a finger Dwight. "She's MY girl, and don't you forget it!"

"Seems to me she's got enough to go around, man. And then some!" Witherspoon grinned.

"Don't you worry, boys!" Renee cooed. "I'll keep you both happy. But Warren is my main man, and always will be!"

"That's cool, baby," Dwight winked.

He shook his head as he watched the buxom blonde scamper across the lawn to the house next door. He waved at his cousin, who climbed into his Pontiac and drove away.

Needless to say, Renee got an A in Black Studies 101! And she got more than her fill of black meat.

She told Dwight how he could climb into her bedroom window late at night, and they had a few smoldering nocturnal meetings over the next few weeks.

This all got a little complicated, what with Dwight fucking both Renee and Barbara Sawyer on the sly while Chuck was plugging Dwight's wife Naomi.

Then, Renee eloped with Professor Gladshaw, and they moved to Connecticut where such a union wouldn't seem quite as scandalous.

The Witherspoons and the Sawyers soon found out that they'd been fooling around with each other's spouses, and this led to a much more comfortable arrangement. Dwight and Chuck began to have regular wife-swapping orgies, and the couples became pretty wild swingers over the next few years.

So that sleepy little Southern town of Amber Springs proved to be a very torrid place, a place where rigid racist barriers occasionally broke down completely.

As for Renee and her black professor, they were gloriously happy, though occasionally, they both fooled around to add spice to their marriage! east coast university.

Let us now try to describe for you what she looked like that day, upon our first meeting, the day she brought this manuscript into our offices, with an eager look on her tiny face.

It would be an understatement to call Candy Cummings diminutive. She stood only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall.

She had never weighed more than one-hundred pounds in her entire life. She weighed somewhere between ninety-two and ninety-seven pounds. Her weight fluctuated, depending on what time of the month it was. She tended to put on weight, retaining water, just before her period. Since Candy Cum-mings had just completed the bleeding portion of her menstrual cycle upon our first meeting she was at her minimum weight.

She had light blonde hair. It was late summer and her hair had been bleached to a near white hue by the summertime sunshine. She seemed like she had spent a lot of time absorbing golden rays, and now she was reflecting those rays back upon the world. Candy Cummings was a very sunshiny person. We liked her immediately, take our word for it.

She was a doll.

A living doll.

Her facial features were such that could have been painted on the face of a doll. She seemed perfect in every way.

Her hair was cut short and fell down onto her forehead in downy bangs. The bangs came almost all the way down to her eyebrows, so that she seemed to be peering out from beneath them at all times. She had bright blue eyes. Candy Cummings's eyes were the color of a cloudless summer day. Candy Cummings's eyes were the color of a freshly laid robin's egg. She had hair that was parted down the middle of her head, revealing a straight line of pink scalp. She had a marvelous scent. We learned later that Candy Cummings had been wearing an expensive musk oil-the type of musk oil that changed scent depending on the body chemistry of the young woman who was wearing it. On Candy Cummings, that musk oil smelled (tauntingly beautiful.

In spite of her diminutive size she had extraordinarily large breasts. We could see that she was more than a handful.

Her tits were so big that they would have been considered large-even if they had grown upon the chest of a larger woman. Her tits were not only humongous in size but they were firm and texture. Candy Cummings's tits were firm and supple simultaneously. Her tits were so firm that they did not sag.

Not even a fraction of an inch.

They didn't sag in spite of the fact that she hardly ever wore a bra. Candy Cummings did not need to wear a bra.

Nature had done all of the lifting and separating

Candy Cummings's tits needed-and hopefully would need for many years to come. Candy Cummings's tits seemed to defy gravity.

Her tits were not just big, not just firm-they were perfectly shaped as well. Her tits were rounded at their bottoms and sloped at their tops, so that the nipples pointed slightly upward whenever she was standing up or sitting up straight. Candy Cummings always sat up and stood up straight, we could tell. Candy Cummings had perfect posture. She walked and talked like a recent graduate of a finishing school. She walked and sat as if she were balancing an invisible book on top of her head. Her tits were big and, appropriately, her nipples were rather large also. Candy Cummings had feminine erection, cherries, at the tips of her vanilla ice cream cone tits, that were the size of silver dollars, such as those used in the one-armed bandits in the gambling casinos of Las Vegas, Nevada.

"You want this book published?" the head editor asked Candy Cummings.

"Yes, sir."

"Earn it."

"I'll do anything."

"In that case, kneel."

She did.