Chapter 5
Christopher could tell that Annette was not going to have to suck his cock for very long to make him come.
Christopher Adamms could tell this, in spite of the fact that he had already gotten his rocks off several times that day.
The sexual-ethnic researcher was one of those lucky guys who never had to worry about his ability to get it up.
Or off.
The handsome and muscular writer could feel Annette forming an intense vacuum inside her oral cavity.
The good-looking blonde journalist had his arms stretched out at his sides. He was gripping the edge of the bed.
Annette was amazed that she had been able to get the head of Christopher Adamms' cock in her mouth.
Annette could feel his cock head stretching the corners of her mouth even more than they were stretched before.
Annette Hickman would not have thought this was possible-unless she had felt that extra stretching for herself.
The diminutive exotic dancer made a fist around the base of Christopher Adamms' cock shaft and began to pump.
The large-breasted and small-waisted stripper was jerking off and sucking off his cock simultaneously.
The extraordinarily beautiful black girl could feel her pussy getting wet and swollen as she sucked his dick.
Christopher's latest Negro lover loved the way his cock head felt as it throbbed against her lips.
Her tongue.
The insides of her cheeks.
There was nothing cute or subtle about the way she sucked his cock, as there had been a few moments earlier while she was sucking Christopher's balls.
Christopher's human guinea pig managed to keep her teeth off of the head of his cock the whole time.
Both Annette Hickman and Christopher Adamms agreed that this was quite an accomplishment all by itself.
The pretty little black coed was hungry for the taste of Christopher Adamms' silver seed. There was a little voice in the back of her head that told her Christopher's come was going to be delicious.
Annette's sixth sense-her feminine intuition, if you will-told her that Christopher Adamms' come was going to be some of the most delicious stuff she had ever tasted.
Christopher could feel his come being sucked right up out of his scrotal sack into the base of his dick.
Christopher Adamms could feel his sexual arousal rising closer and closer to the saturation point. The sexual-ethnic researcher could feel his horniness getting closer and closer to the point of no return. The handsome and muscular writer could feel his libido rising closer and closer to the point of orgasmic inevitability.
"Your mouth-your mouth feels so good," Christopher said.
Annette would have told him that his cock tasted good, except for one thing. Annette Hickman had her mouth full.
"You are going to suck the come right out of me!"
The little girl loved the way the big man's cock shaft felt as it pulsated against her palm and against the insides of her tightly curled fingers.
"You are making my balls burn. They are burning so bad."
Christopher could feel many of his muscles tensing up on him involuntarily. He was bouncing up and down even more berserkly than before on the tensed cheeks of his ass. Annette Hickman discovered that she had to be increasingly agile with her head and shoulders to keep Christopher from ramming the head of his dick right down her throat.
Annette Hickman, unlike Yvonne Craig, practically gagged at the thought of having a dick forced down into her gullet.
The large-breasted and small-waisted stripper's head was bobbing up and down, up and down, with the movements of the handsome man's narrow lower torso.
"You are making my cock so hard, like STEEL!" he screamed.
He did not have to tell Annette Hickman this. She could feel how hard his cock was, against her mouth and against her right hand. She still clutched his balls with her left.
The extraordinarily beautiful black girl had her lips wrapped around the top of Christopher's cock shaft, just below the lower rim of his bulbous cock head.
Christopher's latest Negro lover had her thick lips wrapped around the ring of scar tissue at the top of the shaft of his cock-the scar tissue that came from the operation Christopher had when he was just a little baby to remove his useless foreskin.
Her lips were locked in place.
The suction was incredible.
Annette Hickman was doing magic things to Christopher's balls with her left fingertips. He was over twice her size.
Annette could tell that Christopher stood well over six feet tall. He was six feet four inches tall, to be precise.
Annette Hickman could see that Christopher Adamms weighed well over two-hundred pounds to boot.
This is not to say, or even to imply, that Christopher was obese-or even the slightest bit overweight for that matter.
Christopher did not have an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. The handsome man was all muscle.
Iron-thewed muscle. Annette Hickman could tell that Christopher had to work out a great deal to keep himself in such fine shape.
Annette Hickman would not have been surprised if Christopher had told her that he played some football in college.
He was shaped-and he had the size-like a football player.
The sexual-ethnic researcher's hair was a very light shade of blonde. He had the sort of hair that bleached to a near white hue in the hot summertime sunshine.
His hair was on the long side-drooping over his collar in the back, when he was wearing a collar. His hair also fell over the tops of his ears. He had his hair parted on the left side and it tended to flop down onto his forehead.
Christopher's eyebrows and eyelashes were every bit as light as the hair growing out of his pink scalp.
Christopher's eyebrow were on the bushy side. They met at the bridge of his nose. It occurred to Annette that Christopher actually only had one eyebrow-which went all the way across his head. Christopher Adamms' eyes were the color of a cloudless summer sky. They were the color of a freshly laid robin's egg. His eyes sparkled whenever he was happy, and actually darkened when he was feeling blue. His eyes changed color depending on his mood-just like those mood rings that were so popular as Christmas presents a few years back.
Christopher had an extremely fair complexion. His kin was made up of perfect peaches and cream. He had the sort of skin that burned easily in the summer sunshine. Christopher Adamms always had to burn and peel several times before the tanning process began.
Christopher had perfect bone structure. His nose was straight and somewhat pointy at the tip. His nostrils were a little on the pinched side but they had a tendency to flare wide open whenever he was excited about something.
Christopher had thick sensuous lips and a strong chin.
Christopher Adamms' jaw was squared off. The sexual-ethnic researcher had a dimple precisely in the center of his chin. The large-breasted and small-waisted stripper thought that the dimple made Christopher Adamms look like Cary Grant. Or maybe it was Kirk Douglas. It didn't really make any difference. The handsome and muscular writer was good looking enough to be a movie star out in Hollywood. The extraordinarily beautiful black girl thought so, anyway.
His shoulders were tremendously wide. Christopher's entire upper torso was huge, as a matter-of-fact. He had thick slabs of muscle across his chest, his shoulders and his back. In spite of the massive girth of Christopher Adamms' upper torso, his waist and his hips were surprisingly narrow. Annette thought that-from the waist up anyway-Christopher was shaped like a triangle with its point down. Annette Hickman could see that his stomach was flat. Christopher's human guinea pig could see that there was a big ratio between his chest measurement and his waist measurement. Two to one, maybe. The pretty little black coed could see, on the other hand, that there was hardly any ratio at all between his waist and hip measurements. The good-looking blonde journalist's thighs were very thick. Annette Hickman knew that she would never get to measure, but she suspected from the moment she saw him that just one of his thighs was larger around than her entire waist. Of course, Annette Hickman only had a twenty-two inch waist.
His legs were very long.
His hands and feet were extremely large-as, Annette knew so well, was another all-important part of Christopher's masculine anatomy: his cock and balls!
The little girl, on the other hand, was so tiny that she seemed a good deal younger than she actually was.
Her face was very pretty and her complexion was a deep coppery black. Her hair was spongy and thick.
Annette Hickman had a flat little nose with broad nostrils. Her mouth was not very large either, but her lips were full and sensuous. She had a pouting mouth. It had been said, and not at all incorrectly, that Annette Hickman was walking through life looking as if he needed to be kissed very badly. The little black girl tended to hold her lips parted and slightly puckered at all times-although she was only vaguely aware of the prurient ideas this put into the minds of men like Christopher. The Negro beauty had a sexy habit of running the tip of her tongue back and forth across her fleshy lips. Christopher Adamms could tell that it was a habit because she did it at times when her lips were already wet. The sexual-ethnic researcher could see that Annette Hickman's teeth were perfectly straight and pearly white. The large-breasted and small-waisted stripper's teeth had grown in this way naturally. She had not had to wear braces when she was in high school-which was just about the only thing she had ever done that pleased her father. Her cheeks were very smooth and very soft. Her cheekbones were high. It was obvious to anyone who looked at her that she had been one of those lucky teenagers who had never once suffered from a facial blemish. The little girl's eyebrows were plucked neatly so that they were slender and femininely angular. Her eyelashes were covered with mascara so that they were very long and curled up slightly at their tips. Christopher Adamms could see that Annette Hickman's eyelashes were so long that they licked lightly at her high cheekbones each and every time she blinked-or winked for that matter. Her cheekbones had been slightly rouged. Her eyelids were painted blue. Eyeliner accentuated the shape of her eyes. Annette Hickman's eyes were shaped like almonds. Her shoulders were narrow. In spite of the diminutive size of Annette Hickman's stature, her breasts were extraordinarily large. Her tits were so big that they would have been considered quite large even if they had grown upon the chest of a much larger girl. Her tits were not only big but they were firm. They rested high on her chest. They did not sag. Not even a fraction of an inch. It was as if her tits had magically developed the ability to defy the law of gravity.
The little girl's tits were pert. They were perky. They were firm.
Yet they were supple.
The little girl's tits were in this condition in spite of the fact that she had never worn a bra in her entire life. When she was in her early teens her tits had grown so quickly that her mother said there was no point in getting Annette a bra. Her mother said that any bra they might have bought for Annette was only going to be too small for her by the time they got it home from the store anyway.
Her tits were not only firm but they were perfectly shaped. Her tits were rounded at their bottoms and at their sides. The sides of Annette Hickman's tits sloped well back toward her waxed underarms. The tops of her tits, however, were sloped so that her nipples pointed slightly upward whenever she was standing up or sitting up straight.
She always sat and stood up straight. Annette Hickman's posture was always perfect. She walked, or so it had been said, as if he were balancing an invisible book on top of her head. Annette Hickman had a very sexy walk. She shook her ass from side to side like a pendulum as part of her natural gait. It had been said that her lower torso moved like Jell-O on springs. The little girl was only vaguely aware of this, but men had been known to cross the street or even change the direction in which they were headed all together, just to have the honor of walking behind her. Her nipples, like her knockers, were very big. The diminutive exotic dancer's nipples were the size of silver dollars-such as those used in Atlantic City, New Jersey for gambling purposes. Christopher Adamms found that he could not look at Annette Hickman's super-erect and throbbing nipples-her cocoa colored feminine erections-without thinking just how much they looked like Hershey's Kisses with the aluminum foil peeled off already.
Her belly was flat.
Her navel was concave.
Her bellybutton was dimpled.
Her hips were round.
Her waist was very narrow.
In spite of Annette's diminutive stature she had the curves of a real woman. She looked like a statuesque woman-only in miniature. Her shape was almost that of a perfect hourglass. She had all of her curves in the right places. The diminutive exotic dancer was built like a brick shithouse. The extraordinarily beautiful black girl was broad where a broad was supposed to be broad. Christopher's latest Negro lover had legs that were not long, but were femininely shapely. Christopher's human guinea pig's thighs tapered perfectly from her round hips down to her unscarred knees. Christopher's human guinea pig thought that it was pretty amazing that her knees were as unscarred as they were, considering the amount of rime she had spent as a child roller skating on cracked sidewalks. Her shins were smooth. The pretty little black coed's calves were rounded without being overly muscular. Her ankles were trim. Her feet were dainty, both short and narrow. Annette's toes were chubby and cute, and all very close to the same length-including her two big toes. Annette's toes had a tendency to curl tightly under whenever she was feeling excited about something. like sucking cock for example. At that moment her tiny toes were making a desperate and futile effort to clutch tightly at the balls of her feet. Her fingers were very delicate and on the long side-considering her size. Christopher Adamms noticed that her knuckles were slightly bony. He could see that her nails were perfect, and he correctly assumed that Annette Hickman spent a lot of time working on her manicure. She filed her nails carefully so that they that were all precisely the same length-and they all had precisely the same curve to their tips. He could see that she had her nails painted a deep red color that they both thought went very well with her black complexion. Her toenails were round and cute. Naturally, Annette Hickman painted her toenails at all times so that they matched her fingernails.
Christopher Adamms noticed that Annette Hickman had very little body hair-even down between her legs.
The sexual-ethnic researcher could see that the black girl was practically bald around her little cunt.
This enhanced her youthful appearance. Because of this the little black girl REALLY looked a hell of a lot younger than she actually was.
Most girls, Christopher knew better than most, had inverted triangles of short and curly pubic hair growing over their pussy slashes. The hair more often than not completely covered their mounds.
Most girls, Christopher knew, had hair growing along the sides of their vulvas, partially obscuring their outer cunt lips, and sometimes even spreading out onto the insides of their thighs so that they had to shave or wax extra in the summertime so they could wear chic swimwear.
Most girls, Christopher knew, even had hair growing in between the cheeks of their asses, especially around their tight ass-holes.
Annette had none of this. The diminutive exotic dancer merely had two twin curls of black hair growing above and to the sides of her clitoral foreskin.
The hair was downy and soft-and Christopher Adamms could see that it barely covered a third of her mound.
The sexual-ethnic researcher thought that Annette Hickman's tiny pubic patch looked like it was shaped like a black heart. He could see that the little girl was completely bald along the outermost edges of her pussy. He would soon discover that she was equally bald in between the cheeks of her ass.
Annette Hickman did not even have any hair growing around her ass-hole!
"YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME COME!" Christopher screamed.
His voice, being higher in pitch than usual because of the tenseness in his neck muscles, made Christopher Adamms sound just this side of total hysteria.
"YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME COME SO FUCKING HARD!" he screamed.
The handsome and muscular writer was tossing his head wildly from side to side and his face was very red with the flush of his near ecstasy. He was breathing very hard.
"YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME SHOOT THE GOO, ANNETTE!"
The little girl could feel his cock shaft getting a little bit thicker against her right palm, and against the insides of her tightly curled fingers.
"YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE MY VOLCANO ERUPT, SWEETHEART!"
The little girl could feel the head of his cock getting a little bit thicker inside her mouth, forcing her jaw to prop open further than before to hold it.
"YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE MY MOLTEN LAVA FLOW, ANNETTE!"
The little girl could feel even more blood pumping into the head of Christopher Adamms' cock and still the damn thing did not blow up. Extraordinary!
"YOU ARE MAKING ME BURN BABY! SO HOT! SO HOT! SO HOT!"
The large-breasted and small-waisted stripper could feel his cock contract. The extraordinarily beautiful black girl could feel his stem spasm. Christopher's latest Negro lover could feel his glans convulse. The pretty little black coed knew the end was near. Annette tried to ready herself for his jism. Annette Hickman could not wait to taste that hump jelly.
"YOU ARE MAKING MY COME BOIL! I'M GONNA SHOOT IT! OHHHHHHHH! COMING! COMING! COMING! COMING! COMING!"
The little girl could feel the first squirt of come entering her mouth. That squirt of semen was huge.
It did not take the Negro girl long to figure out that Christopher Adamms was going to shoot a hell of a lot more silver seed than she had been counting on.
The little girl found that she had to puff out her cheeks and begin to swallow hard and immediately, in a futile attempt to keep all of that fuck juice in her mouth.
She couldn't do it.
Her efforts were in vain.
There was too much come.
Annette Hickman's mouth was too little.
The little girl could feel the jam oozing from the stretched corners of her mouth. The silver seed rolled hotly and thickly down onto her chin where it almost immediately began to cool and coagulate into a gelatin with its exposure to the fresh air. The little girl managed to keep ninety-five percent of the come inside her mouth however, and she and Christopher Adamms agreed that this was quite an accomplishment all by itself. She did not take long to figure out that the come was a hell of a lot hotter than she had been counting on too. The little girl spent a frightening moment or two fearing that the inside of her mouth was being scalded by the fuck juice. She discovered that she had to wait for the silver seed to cool down inside her mouth a little bit before her taste buds could properly register the flavor. She was not disappointed.
Not one iota.
The come was delicious.
It tasted fishy.
Salty.
Refreshing.
She couldn't get enough of that stuff. She was determined to keep sucking until his orgasm was through.
Annette Hickman had read, somewhere along the line, that a man's come was almost one-hundred percent protein.
That was very good news as far as she was concerned.
She had sort of known that man-ome was healthy for her all along. Anything that tasted as good as fuck juice HAD to be healthy and good for her, Annette figured.
She found that she liked the texture of Christopher Adamms' fuck juice every bit as much as she enjoyed the flavor. She loved the way the come felt as it slithered down the entire length of her gullet, heading for the spot of warmth and contentment at the pit of her tummy where the come accumulated.
She thought that the jism felt like raw egg whites as it slithered down her throat. Annette Hickman correctly assumed that this texture would have grossed her out royally in all but the most prurient context, a moot point since she could think of no context more prurient than this.
Annette found that she had no trouble keeping all of Christopher Adamms' come inside her mouth after that first blast. The quantity of come that accompanied each of Christopher's spasms diminished rapidly after that first squirt. She wanted to suck each and every drop of come out of the man's scrotum. She wanted to suck on Christopher's cock and make him come until his balls were as dried up as a pair of bones left out to bleach white in the sun.
The little girl sucked even harder at Christopher's cock head, and she pumped up and down on the shaft of his cock even harder too, once the man's come was in progress.
There was a warm glow in her belly.
They were both covered with sweat.
The sun would be coming up soon.
It had been a long day for both of them.
Neither of them felt the slightest tired.
Christopher could feel his molten lava shooting violently from his erupting volcano. He continued to scream.
Christopher Adamms could tell that his afterglow was going to be as intense as his come when all was said and done.
The sexual-ethnic researcher could feel the pleasure spreading outward from his cock and balls.
The handsome and muscular writer could feel the pleasure spreading into his fingertips, and down to his toes.
The good-looking blonde journalist could feel his entire body jerking with his joy. The girl made sloppy sucking sounds with her mouth.
Annette sucked at his cock until his come was through. She had no trouble determining at which point that came either.
The diminutive exotic dancer could feel all of Christopher's muscles relaxing simultaneously as the jism stopped squirting.
The diminutive exotic dancer could feel the last of his seed oozing onto her tongue. She gulped it down hungrily.
The large-breasted and small-waisted stripper left her mouth on his cock head for a time after his come was through.
The extraordinarily beautiful black girl thought that Christopher's cock head felt at home inside her mouth. She stopped sucking. She loosened her grip on his cock shaft and on his balls with her right and left hand out of respect for Christopher Adamms' temporary but complete sexual appeasement. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and licked it clean.
He then pulled her up to his side and licked his own coagulated come off of her chin, a cleansing process which turned, naturally enough, into a soul kiss.