Chapter 4
Leroy made his way to the 1200 block of Adams Street, hurrying to deliver the mail as rapidly as possible. Ah yes! In only a matter of moments he would be plunging his monstrous black dick into the tight succulent red-haired snatch of Cynthia Jones. Mmm! What a way to begin the week. A hard cock in a hot pussy. What more could a mailman want. Orgies next to the mailbox? Hookers in the mail truck?
At long last he came to the small but well-kept house. He looked around to make sure that no one was following and that Mr. Jones wasn't around. Once he determined that the coast was clear, he dashed up the stairs. He knocked three times and then scratched twice, as a "cat might do. That was his secret signal.
Seconds later Cynthia opened the front door and said, "Hurry up and get inside. I'm burning up. I need you badly."
"Is it me you want, or my big black dick?" he asked as he rubbed his crotch with the palm of his hand.
"Don't mince words with me, you black stallion," she said as she opened her red silk gown to reveal the second best set of knockers in town. "I need a dick. Just whip it out and plunge it in."
He set down the mail bag and turned to look at her. She was a real beauty all right. Even though he preferred innocent looking blondes, Cynthia was a gorgeous lady in her own right. She stood about the same height as Beth and her breasts were similar, but her hair hung a little bit longer and her hips were slightly wider. They were the kind which were meant for child bearing. That's not to say that they were too wide. Far from it. She just wasn't as symmetrically proportioned as the luscious blonde. However, she was every bit as seductive and shapely. When she walked she still induced a erection on the most puritanical man.
"What took you so long in getting here?" she asked with a wanton smile on her face as she tossed the silk robe aside. "Momma's been yearning for you for over twenty minutes. You shouldn't keep momma waitin', daddy," she said as she went into her routine of massaging the underside of her breasts and running her hands up and down her body. She knew that she turned Leroy on. He was a visual man.
She stepped forward and reached between his muscular thighs and began massaging his already erect organ, keeping it firmly in place.
He reached down and placed his hand atop hers. "By any chance do you know Beth Smith?" he asked as he held her hand.
Cynthia reached for the fly and began to unzip it. "I sure do. We've known each other for years. She's one of my best friends. Don't tell me that you fucked her before coming over to see me," she laughed. "That would be a very naughty thing to do. I'll have to check for her telltale blonde pubic hairs in your crotch."
"No, I didn't fuck her," he chuckled as he felt her hands on his organ. "I just want to know a little about her."
Cynthia didn't reply. She was too fascinated with extracting his upright appendage from the confines of his pants. "There it is!" she laughed as it plopped free. She quickly got down on her knees. "Oh my! Look at how big you are this morning. You're all swollen with passion, little honey. Here, let momma kiss it-to relieve the pain."
In only a matter of seconds she leaned forward and stuck out her pink tongue. She flicked the tip of it against the shiny head of his huge black shaft, being especially careful not to hurt the extremely sensitive area. "Now go on. Tell me what you wanted to know about Beth," she said as she soothingly ran her tongue in circles around the head his manhood, occasionally dipping her tongue into the little pee hole.
He looked down and watched her move her tongue up and down the outside of his penis. He had to admit that this woman was not inhibited when it came to matters of sex- interracial or otherwise. She was nibbling away on that fleshy organ of his as if it were a savory lollipop. From the first day that he stepped on her front doorstep, she seemed ready and eager for his black cock. He had only been on this particular job for a few days when he was invited into her bedroom for some afternoon delight. He could still remember how shocked he was to learn that this white woman hungered desperately for black cock.
He lowered his hands and ran them through her luxuriant red hair. He intertwined his fingers in the long strands. He manually massaged her scalp as she orally massaged his penis. Oh! No one gave head better than her. A lot of white girls were good, but she was the best. She made sure to keep her lips or her tongue on the organ at all times. As a result, she was always sucking, licking, or blowing.
He took a deep breath and said, "Anyway, Beth Smith is a great looking woman. She invited me in this morning to finish her husband's breakfast because he had to rush off for work."
Cynthia quit flicking her tongue, smiled, and looked up at him. "Did she invite you into her bedroom like I did?"
"No. I don't think she's that wanton."
She encircled the tip of his organ with her mouth, bit the tip of his cock lightly, and said, "I'll show you wanton, mister." She quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his postman's trousers down to his knees. She then grabbed hold of his cock with both hands and began sucking vigorously. She acted as if she were starving for semen. But he knew that couldn't be the case because she had just had a syrupy serving a couple of days beforehand.
He watched the manicured white hands with their red nail polish lovingly encircle the base of his cock while her lips encircled the tip. "Are you hungry for cock or something?" he asked, laughing.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" she replied, bobbing her head up and down rhythmically as if driven by some hidden passion.
"I'd like to see Mrs. Smith do what you're doing," he said with a smile.
Cynthia removed the lips from the cock and said, "To tell you the truth, I don't think that she has a very happy sex life."
"Why do you say that?" he asked with concern.
"Just look at the moron she's married to. I mean, the guy's a fucking wimp from the word go. I don't even think that he knows where a penis goes much less how to use one."
"He may look like a dipshit, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to fuck. A lot of black fellows look equally lost, but they know how to make women happy."
"Fucking is a natural with black males. Believe me. I've been with enough of them to know their instinctive qualities. I think that they were born with springs in their backs which activate whenever they're in a bedroom with a white woman. Even if they don't have a big dick, they know how to use what they were born with. They might have only a couple of inches sticking out, but they can make that stub seem like a battering ram."
He reached down and patted the top of her head. "Have you really been with that many darkies?"
She nodded her head and replied, "Before I met Fred, I used to love to attend jazz concerts. That's one of the best places to meet black males on the make ... "
"And vice versa," Leroy interrupted.
She teasingly pinched his massive penis with her forefingers and said, "A white girl has to go somewhere to find quality stud meat. Anyway, I got to know quite a few black men, and the one thing I found out about them is that they all know how to fuck-some better than others I admit. But compared to their white counterparts they take sexual matters much more seriously. They seem to understand the importance of a satisfying a woman sexually, or at least, that's been my experience. Maybe they learned it on the plantations when they were kept as studs, passing their talents down from one generation to another."
"That a racist thing to say."
"What! Because I give black males a complement for being better lovers! C'mon! That makes no sense."
"You're saying that we're well-bred to be well-hung."
"I'm just theorizing. I simply know that black men are better in the sack than white ones."
"Maybe what Beth needs is a little bit of black meat," said Leroy with a lecherous grin.
"I bet she was thinking the very same thing this morning while sitting across the table from you. The poor girl probably couldn't keep her thighs together."
"Now that you mention, she did seem to be especially aroused in my presence." He paused for a moment and looked down at Cynthia's lovely face. "Speaking of keeping the thighs together-I suggest that we hop into bed quickly. I have mail to deliver, you know."
She stood up, grabbed him by his immense cock, and said, "Follow me to the boudoir, my man."
One thing he loved about this woman was that she was a sexual tigress and she talked like a San Diego hooker. She was more open about sexual matters than anyone he had ever seen. Ever. And that took into account a tremendous number of women.
She rolled back the covers on the bed, crawled onto it, and then laid back on the pillows. "I bet you'd like to see Mrs. Smith like this, wouldn't you?"
"I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me."
"You're already incriminated," she said with a smile. "I saw your dick twitch when I mentioned her name. Well, before that little fella of yours takes a trip up Mrs. Smith's snatch, it has a little business to take care of with me. Come here fella," she said as if talking to it. "Would you like to snuggle a little while inside of momma?" She folded her knees and spread her legs. When she was obscenely splayed, she reached between her thighs and spread the lips of her cunt so that he could see her entire hole.
"Now that looks good enough to eat," Leroy said.
She smiled broadly, as she watched him kick off his trousers and crawl onto the bed. His organ was about ten inches long and throbbing maddeningly. She wanted to suck on it while he went down on her, but he was already lapping at her vitals before she got a chance to ask him to position himself for sixty-nine.
He paused to look at the beautiful snatch immediately before him. Some redheads had splendid looking pussies. Such was the case with her. It had all the earmarks of a Genuine Grade First Class Snatch.
"Ahhh!" she moaned as she felt his tongue probe at her inner folds, wiggling back and forth. "Oh damn! That feels great!" she said as she arched her back and stared at the ceiling. "Ummmm! I wish that my husband would do this. Ungh! It's so damn good."
Between licks Leroy asked, "You mean to tell me that your hubby has a sweet young thing like you and he never does this?"
"Ungh!" she moaned as she rolled her pelvis against his face. "It's crazy isn't it, but it's true."
"I hope that he has the sense at least to fuck you regularly. It would be a shame to leave a body like this craving cock."
"Ohhh! Ummm!" she sighed as she lowered her lower torso, twisting it one way and then the other. "Oh! He takes care of me all right, but it's nothing like you."
"When was the last time you two made love?" he asked between slurps.
"That's a highly personal question," she said with a sigh.
He laughed. "I don't think we could be more personal than we are presently." He stuck his index finger into her gapping vagina to drive home the point.
She caught the gist of his humor and laughed along with him. "Fred and I did it just this morning, right here in this bed."
Leroy chuckled wickedly. There was something perversely enjoyable about fucking another man's wife in their bed. He got up from between her thighs, licking a trail all the way up her magnificent torso.
"Do you still remember what it was like this morning?" he asked as he planted a kiss on her left breast, then her right.
"Of course. I couldn't forget something like that. I have a photographic memory when it comes to sex."
"Good. I want you to make a comparison. I want to pass the test as your best lover."
She giggled. That's a very naughty thing to do."
"It may be naughty, but it turns me on. Now spread those thighs wide and let's compare my technique with that of your hubby."
She did as requested, and lovingly wrapped her arms around his upper torso. "Well, the first thing you ought to know, lover boy, is that you're a lot larger than Fred."
"I know I'm bigger where it counts, but do you mean everywhere else?"
"You better believe it. Your arms by themselves are bigger than his thighs." She lifted her calves and wrapped them around his buttocks. If he began pummeling her, she wanted to be ready to urge him on with little kicks of her own.
Leroy grabbed hold of his penis and aimed it at her widely splayed cunt. One of the things he liked most about this woman was that her hole was always easy to find. She made sure that the pink of her pussy was visible to anyone who might be interested in sampling a little bit of it.
"Umph!" she grunted as she felt the head of his immense cock wedge itself into her cuntal core. "Umph! Umph!" she grunted again and again. "Ahhh!" she moaned. "The first thing I've got to say is that your dick is three times the size of my husband's." She seemed to be having some difficulty breathing as the black battering ram nestled its way home. "Huh! Huh! Huh! Maybe four times."
She held onto him tightly. Her fingers clung to his shoulders, like the talons of an eagle to a freshly caught trout. "Ah shit! Ah shit! Ah shit!" she said through gritted teeth. "And I'd have to say that the girth of your dick is several times that of my husband's. Oh shit! Oh shit!" she grunted again as the cock wedged it's way upward into her womb like a snake burrowing into a hole.
Oh! She needed this. Oh how she missed his dick for the past couple of days. She spread her thighs as wide as possible to welcome him home. She wanted to make sure that he understood her carnal desires.
When he was all the way up to her cervix he asked, "Has he ever penetrated you this far?"
"No man has ever touched my cervix with his dick on the initial entry. Only you, my dear sweet man," she said with a smile as she rocked her pelvis back and forth.
Leroy decided to heighten the sensuality of the moment by asking, "Why don't you look down between your thighs and tell me what you see?"
She tilted her head to one side and examined their locked pelvises. "I see a black dick wedged in my cunt," she said with a smile.
"No, not really," he replied.
"Oh!" she said with confusion as she again looked at their joined pelvises. Since she couldn't figure out what he wanted her to say she asked, "Then tell me what you see, smarty."
"I see the mailman's big black dick wedged in the lovely tight pussy of a white woman. And the husband is away at work not knowing what the shit is going on."
She smiled. "You're right. That's exactly what I see too. I was silly not to have phrased my reply in those exact same words. Shall we fuck up a storm on my husband's bed?"
"I couldn't have said it better myself," he replied as he began thrusting in and out of her "Mmmm! You're very well lubricated today," he said as he rocked his pelvis back and forth effortlessly.
"It's because I've been thinking of you all morning," she replied. "Damn that Beth Smith anyway. She slowed you down on your route. Naughty girl."
"That's right. She is a naughty girl. You should get her over here some afternoon and I'll teach her a lesson."
"Maybe we should tie her up to the bed and tickle her with a feather."
"I'd like to tickle her with a feather and my dick," Leroy laughed.
"And to tell you myself, I wouldn't mind sampling some of that snatch myself."
"Are you going lezzy on me?"
"Hardly. She's such a pretty thing that I find it hard to keep my hands off of her myself."
"And your mouth too?"
"You know it."
With that, Leroy began thrusting more deeply into Cynthia's body. He began moving in and out of her in a frenzied pace.
"Ummmm!" she moaned. "Just a little deeper, darling. Umm! There! That's it! Just like that. Keep that up."
He loved to look at her while he fucked her. She had such a sweet angelic expression on her face. It was hard to believe that such an angel-like face could utter so many four letter words with such desperate urgency. But that was the way many white girls were. Once they got a taste of black cock, they abandoned their phony propriety in favor of gutter language. Several months ago he balled a minister's wife. It was so interesting to hear her shout "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" at the top of her lungs as he rammed it into her in the back pew. She didn't know it but he taped the proceedings on his little cassette recorder. Whenever he felt horny he played it back and listened to her delirious pleas for sexual release.
Yea, there was nothing he liked better than savory white pussy. They knew how to keep the pelvic region clean. That wasn't to say that black women didn't know, it was just that so many of them were poor that they didn't have access to expensive fragrant douches. Of course, this wasn't to say that the black women of the upper middle class didn't purchase them. It's just that as a mailman in this particular section of town he never got the chance to meet them. Too bad. He would have loved to have balled a few for variety. After all, everyone knew that black women were just as good in the sack-if not better-than white women.
While he was busy thinking, Cynthia reached down between their bodies and began fondling his testicles. No matter how many times she felt them she was always amazed by their immense size. His were the size of tennis balls. Fred's were mere pecans by comparison. Mmmm! She loved big testes. The bigger they were the better the blast of sperm. That's what her mother had taught her, and that's what she had found out to be true over the years. Big balls meant that a man knew how to use his pecker to complete satisfaction. The bigger they were, the more impressive they were to a woman.
"Unnngh!" she grunted as she felt the penis push against her cervix several more times, rapidly in succession. Oh! It was a glorious feeling. If her husband had a cock as large as this she wouldn't get out of bed for anything. Shit! She'd stay in bed all day and keep her legs spread 180 degrees wide apart. Oh yea! That would be the perfect existence. Sex in the morning, sex in the evening, sex at dinner time. Luscious fillings of monstrous cock-twenty-four hours per day-anytime she wanted it; anyway she wanted it.
She gently squeezed his testicles and asked, "Are you about ready to cum, darling? I am."
"Oh yea!" he replied breathlessly. "Just tell me when you want to be splashed. I'm ready to release anytime you say. Just give the word and it's all yours."
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she said breathlessly as she lovingly rotated her pelvis back and forth. "Please now! I need it now."
"Your wish is my command, little lady. Your dreams are fulfilled." He shoved his long black cock into her beautiful white body as far as it would go. He rammed it home with such force that her titties shook like overturned bowls of gelatin. He lay there and let the tenseness overwhelm him. He could feel the sperm boiling-yearning to be released.
His penis twitched once, twice, three times, until he felt the little sperm cells pour from his black sac, up his long and powerful penis, into her succulent sucking womb.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned as she felt gobs of sperm splash inside of her, soaking her love channel with a warm, viscous liquid. "Oh that's good! That's really good," she said with an orgasmic sigh while continuing to rock her pelvis lewdly, so that she could feel the warm semen sloshing around inside of her.
She continued to enjoy the sensation of having just been thoroughly fucked when she heard the front door of her house open.
"Honey! I'm home!" called the familiar voice of her husband.
"Holy shit!" she whispered loudly, looking up at Leroy with eyes as wide as saucers. "You've got to get the fuck out of here. If Fred sees you, he'll kill you. He hates blacks."
"But I ain't finished fucking yet," said Leroy with a lecherous smile.
"Quick! Quick! Pull your penis out of me! You've got to run! Hurry! I don't to see him shoot your dick off. It's too precious of an item. Now hurry."
Leroy knew it was time to leave when he heard footsteps on the stairway and a voice calling from just outside the bedroom door saying, "Honey! I'm home. Are your here?"
He hurried pulled his twelve inch shaft out of the white woman's snatch, causing the sound of a loud "Pop" to echo across the room. A trail of milky white semen trickled down her thighs and onto the bedspread.
"You don't have time to run," Cynthia advised. "Hide in the closet. Now."
He did as he was told. Although he knew he could beat the shit out of the white husband, he was no match for a bullet. He quickly dashed into the closet, taking his clothes with him.
Fred opened the bedroom door and saw his wife spread out obscenely in the middle of the bed.
"My goodness! What are you doing home?" she asked with shocked surprise, turning to her side, trying to hide her pussy from view.
He looked at his beautiful wife and licked his lips. "I guess you heard about us being laid off today, huh? That's why you wanted to give me a little surprise greeting in the bed, eh? Well, I could certainly use a little fuck to relieve the tension."
He quickly removed his coat and tie while she tried to wipe up Leroy's semen with the corner of her bathrobe. Unfortunately, there was so much of the milky substance that her robe was becoming thoroughly soaked.
"I must say, honey, that you are a sight for sore eyes. You really do know how to take care of your man," he commented as he tossed the last vestiges of his clothing into a pile. "I think we're going to fuck away for a while, don't you, honey?"
He leaped on the bed and positioned himself between her widespread thighs. "Ahhh! This is a beautiful gash!"
"Thank you," she said nervously, looking to make certain that Leroy was secure in the closet.
He was secure all right. At that very moment he was peeking out through a small crack in the door and watching the action on the bed. He saw that in no time at all, Fred had his tool in her and was plugging away. She wasn't responding as she had with Leroy, primarily because Leroy had an organ the size of a baseball bat. She had orgasms all right, but they weren't the intense earth-shaking, heart-stopping, super-duper ones that Leroy gave her. No way.
"Oh! You feel so good, darling," she sighed, unable to believe that a man would stick his dick in another man's sperm. Of course, it really wasn't Freddie's fault. He didn't know that Leroy had just withdrawn his penis from her vagina some three minutes beforehand. Yet, there was little doubt that it was a sloppy mess inside of her love chamber. Leroy's sperm cells were being worked into a cheese.
Leroy watched in fascination. My word, he thought. The woman must be a slut. How can she fuck me and then fuck him within five minutes? Oh man! She didn't even douche! And this is the age of AIDS and herpes! No wonder the damn disease is spreading like wildfire.
Leroy reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. There he found a rubber and removed it. He opened the closet door slightly and tossed the prophylactic onto the bed just to the side of Cynthia's rhythmically bouncing hips.
She saw something arc across the room and land beside her. She looked down and recognized what it was. She couldn't believe Leroy's audacity. She nearly had a heart attack right underneath her husband's thrusting body. Even though she completely understood the underlying meaning she didn't think it was a very tasteful thing to do. She discreetly tried to push it aside, but Fred saw that she was doing something with her hand.
"What's that, honey?" he asked innocently as he pummeled away without breaking his stride.
"Er ... um ... er ... ah!"
He got up on his elbows and reached for the rubber while he continued his pace. When he saw what it was he slowed a little, but kept a steady rhythm going. "Well, I'll be damned!" he asked. "Where did you get this?"
"Er ... um ... er ... ah!"
"What a sweet thought," he said with a smile as he resumed his tempo. "I've heard about women buying rubbers for men. That's downright nice of you, honey. But really, you don't have to."
"Er ... um ... er ... ah!"
"And besides, you don't even know my size," he said as he looked more closely at the package. "Hell! I'm no extra-extra large. I'm only a medium. Shit! This thing belongs on a nigger."
Leroy would have been angry at the use of that word, but he'd already gotten his rocks off in the white man's wife, so he let it slide. After all, the racist was currently bathing his medium-sized penis in an ounce of nigger sperm. If Fred knew that he'd die on the spot.
Fred continued rocking away on his wife's pelvis until she came. "Ah!" he said. "So good. So good."
"Can you get off of me now, honey? I want to go into the bathroom now and wash up."
"No need of that, lover doll," said Fred with a broad smile. "We can go a few more times before lunch."
"No, darling. I really want to go and clean myself up," she replied, trying to get up from underneath him.
"Golly! You're sopping wet down there!" he exclaimed. "I must have really shot a load into you, eh? Hell! I may need that extra-extra large rubber after all just to retain all the sperm I'm producing these days."
"You sure might, honey," she replied, trying very hard to keep a straight face. "Now let me up. I want to use the John."
She got up and walked away from the bed, not wanting to look at the huge puddle of sperm located right in the middle of the sheets. As she got into the bathroom gobs of sperm started running out of her vagina. She quickly clamped her legs together and held her pussy with her hand in an attempt to stem the flow. She cautiously made it to the bathroom, taking very small steps the whole way. When she was at the door she saw Fred pick up his trousers and head down the hall. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"I want to go down and check the car. I'm gonna need it for the next several days to look for part-time employment."
"Okay, honey. Take care of yourself." She saw Leroy open the closet door and look out. He smiled broadly as he tip-toed softly over to the bathroom. "You're gonna have to get out of here," she whispered with urgency.
"Not before I have one more quickie," he replied.
"For god sakes! Let me douche at least. My cunt feels like the Okeefenokee swamp in the middle of the rainy season."
"It's a bit sticky down there, eh?"
"To say the least. I mean, I didn't expect to have two men hose me out with sperm before lunchtime-and that's not including the fact that Fred had fucked me this morning-and I hadn't douched then either."
A frown appeared on Leroy's face. Oh shit! Fred had had the last laugh. Leroy had been fucking in Fred's sperm, just as Fred had been fucking in his. Suddenly the thought of a quickie no longer appealed to him. Now the mail route seemed more attractive. "Uh ... you go ahead and douche yourself. I think I'll be on my way."
"Are you sure?" she asked, as she stuck the douche between her luscious thighs and began to squeeze the balloon, shooting jets of warm water up into her snug little nest. "I can be ready in only a matter of a few minutes. I'd like to be fucked by you again."
"Save that passion for a couple of days from now. Right now I've got to go out and deliver the mail."
"Well, if you're sure," she said with a pout. "After all, Fred is in the garage, you know."
He simply winked at her as he walked out the door. This would be one day he would never forget.