Allen had always been a good friend of hers, but she had preferred to keep
it at a friendship level. When mutual financial circumstances had made
sharing an apartment seem like a very good idea, she had proclaimed to the
rafters that the ONLY thing they would share would be the bills. Allen had
agreed good-naturedly, as usual. For six months and more, it worked out just
fine. They respected each other’s privacy, always one managing to find
something to do elsewhere when the other brought home a date, etc. They grew
closer, almost like brother and sister. Consummating this relationship almost
seemed like breaking a taboo.
But happy-go-lucky Allen had never noticed the sidelong looks Janet
sometimes snuck at him. At the curves of his well-muscled chest and the bulge
in the tight fitting jeans he sometimes wore. To put it nicely, he was built
like a brick shithouse. And she was sure she had caught him looking at her
the same way more than once, though he always pretended to be looking at
something else instead. But no words were ever said about them, that barrier
never breached.
But now old shit-for-brains was out of her life for good. And she lay in
the darkness empty, lonely, and horny as hell.
She tossed and turned on top of the covers in the stifling heat, clad only
in panties and a long T-shirt. Her mind tossed and turned even more
violently, tormented by her aching need for a man and the maddening closeness
of one. And the fear of disrupting a fine friendship.
The need won. She sat up on and slowly pulled her T-shirt off. Her nipples
were fully erect and incredibly sensitive. The cotton fabric of the T-shirt
felt like sandpaper against them. She got up and pulled her panties off,
which joined the shirt in a pile at the foot of the bed. Completely nude, she
felt curiously free. The warm, stifling air in the room seemed to caress her
sensuously, exciting her all the more. Squaring her shoulders and biting her
lip, she gathered up all her courage and started for the door.
Dear roomie, she thought wryly, you’re in for one hell of a surprise.

She opened the door to Allen’s room slowly, careful of the squeaky hinge
at the bottom. She peered in.
Moonlight spilled across the bed from the open window at the far end of
the room. It was cooler here, but still quite warm. Allen lay on his back, a
sheet rumpled around his hips. He had stopped snoring, his breathing deep and
regular, as he deeply slept.
She crossed the room to his bedside, horrendously aware of her nakedness,
and feeling more than a little foolish. Stop this right now, her rational
mind ordered, go back to bed immediately before you embarass yourself beyond
all recall.
But the itch spoke with a much louder voice.
She knelt by his bed and placed a gentle hand on his arm. Softly she
whispered his name into his ear. No response. Dead to the world, as usual.
Not that she could blame him. He worked in construction, and that was very
hard work indeed.
She ran a hand along his arm, feeling the muscles there. Her gaze traveled
to the sheet. A sudden, mischevious thought occured to her, one that she
wouldn’t have even considered in the rational light of day. She grabbed the
sheet by one corner, and slowly pulled it down.
As she suspected, he wasn’t wearing shorts.
She gazed in silent wonder at his penis, laying to one side in its black,
curly tuft of pubic hair. It was… sizable, as she has always suspected from
the everpresent bulge he sported even when wearing loose pants. Hung, to put
it crudely. Even before she thought of it, she reached out to touch it.
She fondled it gently, feeling its limp weight. Allen remained oblivious,
fortunately. If he awoke right now, he’d explode, she thought. Then she
banished that thought to the back of her mind, where it belonged.
And then all thoughts dissapeared momentarily as his penis began to
stiffen in her hand.
She jerked back and watched in silent amazement as it grew, slowly,
jerkily straightening from its curved position to lay flat and hard against
his belly, pulsing slightly.
Wow, she thought, gazing upon the magnificent sight.
She listened to his breathing for a long moment until she convinced
herself he was still asleep. It was as if her need had somehow affected him
even in his sleep. She had fondled men’s penises before while they slept, but
this was the first time she had suceeded in getting a rise out of one.
Horrible joke, she thought giddly to herself as she reached for it again.
He was hard all right, hard as a rock. Almost absently she ran her thumb
along the smooth, silky shaft and she wondered what it must be like to carry
all of one’s equipment on the outside. With such easy access, no wonder men
were so horny all the time. She was certain she would be.
Allen had a magnificent cock, easily larger and heavier than her old
boyfriend’s. If he denied this to her, she would probably never be able to
sleep again. After all, it was the eighties. It was perfectly all right for
friends to have sex if they wanted to. And oh God, how she wanted to…
A low quiet moan escaped Allen’s lips, startling her out of her reverie.
His hips shifted slightly, then lay to rest again. Every instinct screamed
for her to get out, but she was rooted to the spot. No way could she leave
now. If she wanted any sleep tonight, she would have to finish what she
started. If he woke up, so be it. She was sure he wouldn’t object too
strenuously now. She hoped.
She shifted her grip on his cock lower down and leaned across his hips,
bringing her face closer. She stared at it for a moment and then stuck her
tongue out, touching the tip gently.
She knew from past experience with other men that a teasing touch would
jolt him, and probably awaken him as well. So she swirled her tongue around
the head of his cock, keeping full contact. She heard him moan again and then
sigh. Around and around she swirled her tongue, feeling the roughness on top
of the head, and the smoothness below. She ran it slowly along the smooth
hardness of the shaft, down almost to the base then back you again. She could
feel slight movement beneath her, as his hips began to move up and down in
slow rhythm.
She ran her free hand down her own stomach, to the mass of her pube, and
placed a finger up against the swollen knob of her clitoris, slowly stroking
it. At the same time, she plunged his cock into her mouth as deep as it would
go.
It filled her mouth completely, with a fair portion of its length left to
go. Her other hand cupped his balls, and she could feel them tighten as she
pulled the cock out of her mouth, sucking gently. Again and again she plunged
it in, and now she could feel definite movement beneath her as his hips began
slwoly pumping. She heard his breathing grow rapid, though he was still
wrapped deep within his dreams.
The itch, prodded by her manual stimulation, quickly grew into a tingling
then into a fire. Waves of sheer pleasure radiated from her groin and washed
over all parts of her body. Her nipples were electric, and she had to
suppress a gasp whenever they rubbed against the bed or his body.
His rapid breathing became low moans, and his hips moved more violently as
she suddenly detected a slight salty taste in her mouth. It won’t be long
now, she thought deleriously to herself, giving in to the raw, primal
sensations flooding her body.
His subconcious moans became gasps and she felt his balls clench in her
hand. His hips raised and locked as a long, half-stifled groan escaped him. A
fraction of a second later a huge amount of fluid shot into her mouth, which
she swallowed immediately. At the same time the fire in her crotch roared and
exploded once, twice, three times in a rapid succession that would have left
her gasping for breath had her mouth not already been occupied. She was very
glad she was already kneeling, as all strength had left her legs.
Slowly, Allen’s body relaxed as Janet drew back and leaned against the
bed, shivering almost uncontrollably. She was drenched in sweat. It was very
rarely she came twice like that, and three times was almost unthinkable. Her
whole body tingled and she knew she her muscles would ache tomorrow. Small
price to pay for such an incredible experience.
She looked up, fully expecting Allen to be looking back at her, but to her
total astonishment, the big dummy was still asleep! Her anger was quickly
smother by bubbling laughter, which she quickly stifled. It would be a shame
to wake him now.
His breathing had returned to its previous monotonous regularity, and his
erection was just beginning to fade. She leaned over one last time and gently
kissed it just below the head. Then she pulled the sheet back over his hips
like she found it.
Her legs were still wobbly and it took three tries to stand up. Her heart
jackhammered in her chest and she suddenly felt very, very tired. At the door
she turned and looked back, seeing him still framed in the moonlight.
Goodnight, my love, she said silently, if you’re this good now, what will it
be like when you’re awake?
She almost laughed at this, knowing full well that she had done everything
herself. But next time, though, next time…
Back in her room, she pulled the T-shirt on and collapsed on top of the
bed, exhausted. Contentedly she snuggled into her pillow and fell alseep
almost instantly, dreaming very pleasant dreams indeed.
The itch troubled her no more, though it soon would again.

Early next morning, she padded around the house bleary-eyed in her robe.
Allen emerged from his bedroom just as breakfast was ready, as usual. This
time, though, she felt no irritation about it. He was already dressed, as he
would have to leave for work as soon as he was finished. He seemed even
cheerier than usual, and fell to his breakfast with gusto, asking for seconds
and thirds. Finally he was in danger of being late when he got up from the
table. He grabbed his jacket and kissed her a quick peck on the cheek. Though
hurried, he paused at the open door for a second.
“You know,” he said, seemingly puzzled, “I had the damndest dream last
night.”
Then he pulled the door shut behind him, totally missing the smile she
wore…

It didn’t take very long before we managed to make “direct” eye
contact with each-other. Her stiff nipples were making it difficult
not to look at her large and well-shaped `tits’, which strained her
bra as they pushed-out there, wanting to be “free”.. As the air-
conditioner was keeping the place very cool, no-doubt the effect it
was having on the ladies was very “revealing” to the men who were
there, as four out of five women had nice nipple erections.. So,
I did my best not to “look away” the next long glance we shared, and
motioned for her to join me at my table…which she did.

“Hi! I’m Patricia!”, the nervous voice said as she sat at my
table. I introduced myself, and was pleased that she wasn’t lighting
up any cigarettes in her nervousness, which rapidly abated as we spoke.
I finally said “listen, this place is really pretty noisy, why don’t
we go someplace where we won’t have to shout at each-other?” She said
“c’mon, I know of the perfect spot..” I followed her out the door,
walked her to her car, and followed her off in mine. The other spot was
a short distance away, and we met at the door, walking in as a couple.
Everybody knew Patricia there, and she politely introduced me to the
very attractive waitresses, who “winked” at her as we found a booth to
sit in..

We spent most of the evening just talking, getting to know about
each-other, when I felt it was time to “leave” before we got too in-
toxicated to legally drive. I felt pretty safe leaving my car there,
so we piled into hers, and headed to her place. We hadn’t gone more
than about a block or two, when at a traffic signal, Patricia leaned-
over, said “if I don’t kiss you pretty soon, I’m going to go crazy!”,
and proceeded to offer up her full, luscious mouth to me. I kissed
her passionately until one of the driver’s behind us, began to honk
the horn, telling us to get a move on, the light had changed.. We
laughed as we broke the kiss, and drove to her house..

Once inside the house, Patricia led me straight back to her
bedroom….not wanting to go through any preliminary stuff on her
living-room couch. As I was very “horny” by this time, and had been
beginning to wonder just how we’d be “in-bed” together, when she went
into her bathroom to “slip into something comfortable”, I proceeded to
get “naked” and got under the covers of her rather large and very
comfortable water-bed….which was unlike others which I’d slept on.
This one didn’t “slosh” or “sag” when you got into it, it just ever
so gently moved, as if filled with thick, warm `oil’…

When Patricia finally came from the bathroom, she was wearing a
sexy `black’ teddy, with “crotchless” panties, which revealed her
very pink and wet cuntal lips, as she sexily came over to join me
on the bed. Her body was so well-tanned, the contrast of the pinkness
inside her, against the nice brown body, was “electrifying”, and
when she lay down, she propped-up one leg to afford me a nice view
of that juicy, fragrant vagina of hers…..which was very ready for
whatever I wanted to put into it for her… Patricia had freed one
of her large, nicely shaped `tits’ and was pushing the nipple up to
her mouth, looking straight into my eyes as her pointy tongue drew
tiny swirls around the aureola, making small goose-bumps on it. Her
nipple was “fully erect”, looking like a nice cute “pink” pencil
eraser, pointing up towards her caressing tongue… Her other hand
went down to her crotch, as she lay on her side, and deftly moved
the panties away as her fingers slipped between her nether lips..
Watching them come-out, all “gooey” with her juices, as she massaged
her mons veneris in gentle, lazy circles, was very “stimulating”, as
my dick began to rise and “throb” it’s appreciation.

“AAHHHHH!!!”, moaned Patricia as her fingers found her tiny,
pink `clitoris’, which had poked it’s delicate shaft out of the
folds of it’s protective hood.. I looked closely at the pearly tip
of her shiny and lubricated clit, and heard her “gasp” loudly as
I reached down and gently touched her there, barely making any real
contact with that precious pearl.. I then reached down to my cock,
which had a large, clear drop of shiny seminal fluid forming on the
tip, and put this on my fingertip. Then, I slowly put that sperm
onto her anxious clitoris, mingling with her cuntal juices… She
watched intently as I massaged my sperm into the tiny shaft of her
sensitive love bud..

“OOOOHHHHH BABEEEE!!!!” she moaned as I ever so gently massaged
her pussy for her. “OHHHHH YEAHHHH!!!!That’s IT!!!” she sighed as
I pushed my finger deep and swiftly into her seething hole. I was
surprised at how “tight” her cunt muscles were, as they tried to
clasp my finger as if it were a penis…..her hips moving forward
to allow me full access to her now soaking-wet vagina… Her fingers
found my throbbing prick, as I finger fucked her, the stroking matching
the rythm of my probes into her snatch. “OHHHH!!! What a nice, hard
cock, so beautiful, so strong!!!” she exclaimed, as she masturbated me
to a rock-hard erection. I moved over to kiss her, and said, in-between
each kiss “God…where’d you get such a fantastic body from, lover???”
She answered “this body is ACHING to feel yours on-top of it, thrusting
deep into it!!!” So, without further ado, I positioned myself between
Patricia’s muscular, long legs, and let her guide my eager pole into
her juicy cunt….first rubbing just the tip against her clitoris as
she began to buck up and down under me…her hips making fucking move-
ments even before I’d entered her. Finally, when I really couldn’t
stand the sweet torture of feeling her wetness, and not sinking deeply
into her, I pushed my hips forward, tightening my buns, and my dick went
right “in”, smoothing-out the folds of her lust-slickened cuntal channel.
“OOOOHHHHHHH YEAAAHHHHHH!!!!!” she cried out, as I rammed it in all the
way to her womb.. “CREAM MEEE BABEEE!!!!!” she shouted; “REAM ME AND
CREAM MY CUNT WITH THAT HARD COCK!!!!!” The “spasms” inside Patricia’s
pussy were so “intense” that they nearly knocked me out, as I pumped my
shaft in and out of her. “AHHHHHH YEAAAAA!!!!” she sighed, as I moved
my buttocks in circular motion, swirling my searching, throbbing meat
into every last fold of her tight vagina…”AHHHH YEAAA!!!” “AHHHH!!!
AHHHHH YEAAA!!! OOOOHHHHH YEAHHHH!!!” she grunted, as I pistoned my
aching dick into her belly… “OHHHHHH YEA!!!!!! That’s IT!!!”
she cried..

Our sexual lust for each-other continued to “build” as we seemed
to be racing to some place, going somewhere frantically “in a hurry” as
we pumped and spasmed against each-other. Patricia was desperately
trying to get me as deep inside her as humanly possible, and had now
spread her legs wide…..pointed her toes as her hands held her calves
apart for me. This shifted her pelvis upwards, opened her so completely
for me, that my dick now made “direct contact” with the mouth of her
womb….the hard knot of her `cervix’ kissing my cock’s broad head on
each in-stroke… “OOOHHHHH BABEEEE!!! I WANT YOUR CREAM!!!! SHOOT IT
DEEP IN MEEEE!!!” she panted as I pumped furiously and ardently into
her tightness.. “GIVE IT TO MEEEE!!!!” she wailed, as I began to
fuck her as if trying to crawl deep inside her. There’s something
`base’ and `animal’ in having a woman imploring you, in those terms,
to “screw her”, as you’re dick is swelling deep inside her, getting
ready to spew forth it’s hot, molten gobs of thick, creamy sperm.
With Patricia’s toes “curling” as her `orgasm’ exploded inside her,
I pushed my hot, swollen prick into her tummy, and held it “deep” as
I planted my seed inside her….the bucking of my cock triggering
“spasms” of her clasping, hungry cunt… “AAAHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!!!”
“THAT’S IT!!!!!!GIVE IT TO MEEEEE!!!!!” she yelled, her hands now
kneading my ass-cheeks as I pumped “thick” “hot” cream into her
wonderfully tight pussy…. The force of my own `cum’ nearly choked
me, as part of a `cry’ attempted to leave, but was stuck in my throat
as I just “grunted” into her mouth as we kissed….her snake-like
tongue now half-way down my throat….

Muscles “deep” inside Patricia held-tight and kept my dick from
retreating from her, even as I softened-up within her. The muscles
held the head of my cock, and refused to allow it to move backwards,
out of their tight goodness. With all the pent-up cream that I’d
pumped into her hole, Patricia’s pussy was absolutely `virgin’ tight
as I lay there, the two of us catching our breath as we just held
onto one another. Her legs were now wrapped around my lower back,
and as she was still “rocking” underneath me, moaning loudly, I knew
we were just “starting” to make love..

We “screwed” and “ate-each other” till morning. When I’d thought
we’d done “everything imaginable” a couple can do, she got onto her
hands and knees, and said “fuck my ass….I want you IN MY ASS!!!”,
…so I positioned myself on the floor, behind her, and put my now
very tired, yet “rock hard” cock, up against her juicy ass-hole, which
was slickened from sperm and cuntal secretions. It didn’t seem that
I was going to go in…..as she pushed back against me, but suddenly,
without warning, the entire length just “popped-in” and I was “in”
all the way up to my aching balls. “OOHHHH!” “AHHHHHH!!!” she
grunted, as I slowly worked my shaft “deep” into her bowels. Feeling
my cock so far up inside her butt, was really a “turn-on”, as the
ringlet of her anus clasped my slick and slowly fucking cock, going
ever so slowly “in-and-out” of her bottom. Seeing Patricia’s large
`tits’ swaying as she rocked back onto me, her head now down on the
pillows, her butt “straight up” at my invading cock….I knew that
there was no-way I could hold off on my cumming. When it was time,
I heard her “squeal” her `orgasm’, as she wriggled around on my dick,
and I pulled-out, her still “opened” ass hole gaping at the tip of
my cock, as I let the jets of thick sperm shoot into her spasming
anal opening….each glob of sperm that contacted the anal tissues
making her “moan” very “loudly”….some of the cream now running down
to the puffy outer-lips of her well-fucked cunt…

Once the last `jet’ of cum had squirted into her ass-hole, I
pushed my cock up against the creamed opening, and pushed it back
into her rectum…..pushing the thick sperm deep into her bowels,
making me “glide” right into her. “OHHHHH YEAAAAA!!!!!!!!” she
sighed, as I proceeded to continue to fuck her ass….reaching
forward to massage her pendulous titties… After her second
“mind blowing” orgasm with me deep in her butt, I pulled-out and
went to wash my cock, as I intended to fuck her vaginally again.
We “ate and fucked” each-other until `noon’, and finally, “fell
asleep” wrapped-around one-another. My right hand cupping her
pussy protectively as we “spooned”….

over and nods. Then we follow her to a table. She takes our order for

burgers and cokes. When she comes back, she gives me a 3×5 card with

the number 6 written on it. “Number 4″ a voice announces over the

microphone.

A young girl gets up from the table next to me, and gets on stage. She

is dressed in street clothes. She is nervous. The music starts. She

is getting undressed! Oooooo. Auditions. But she is not very good. I

can do better than that. She gets down to bra and panties, and she is

shaking. Real nervous. She takes her bra off, but can’t drop her arms

to show her tits. The music stops and she grabs her clothes. My date

is the only one that applauds her. Nice of him.

frantically a number from memory.

“Hello, David ? Yeah, it,s me… Lena Price… Hey listen, it’s all set… Mmmhm !, the little

blonde trick I was telling you about… Eight o’clock, okay ? We’ll meet you fellas there…Bye,

sugar”. She blew a kiss into the receiver.

“So sweetheart, Tell your husband that we may be a little late. Oh, by the mean, Kate, Do

you think black is beautiful ?”…

On Lena prearranged cue, the two young blacks checked the time on their wristwatches. Both

of them were anxiously looking forward to the evening’s events. They were both in the navy,

temporarily assigned to Omaha’s air base. Lena had met them in the song hee cocktail lounge

at the Jade Graden on one of her proverbial ‘nights out with the girls’… And had been

sleeping with both of them ever since.

Don Randolph, the older and ranking member of the pair, a newly made petty officer,

was Lena’s personal favorite. Samuel Pringle, a seaman second class, and Kate’s date for the

evening, was undoubtedly the best hung of the two, but lacked, in Lena’s qualified opinion,

Don’s finesse.

Kate Brookfield’s heart skipped a beat as she noticed the two young black men

approaching on Lena’s side of the car. After some presentation, the two men stepped inside

the car. Kate’s own determination not to give the impression that she was in any way

prejudiced toward negroes kept her from uttering a cry of protest when Samuel slid over next

to her on the rear seat and put his arm around her. There was really no way of knowing if

this whole affair weren’t some kind of trick on Lena’s part just to give herself another excuse

to cheat on her husband, Allan.

It was apparent that her and Don’s so called friendship went more than just a little

deeper than most !. She could see their faces, black and white, locked in a lewd kiss and

knew without seeing that their hands were intimately caressing each other’s bodies. God, they

weren’t even trying to be discreet ! It was horrible to be forced to sit there helplessly

watching what failed, only on the meerest technically, of becoming out and out adultery. And

yet, she was curious too…

She sat immobile for what seemed an eternity, allowing the softness of her body to be

squeezed tightly into Samuel’s houlder and awaited his inevitable first kiss. Without really

understanding why, she had already determined to let him go that far… A last flicker of guilt

flashed through the young blonde’s mind : what her husband, Steve, would do if he ever

found out she’d been out with what he’d call a ‘nigger’?…

As if on secret cue, Samuel let his powerful black arm drop to Kate’s waist, pulling her

tightly to him. The young housewife let herself fall limply against him, her nipples rising

excitedly from the suddenness of his move.

“Oooh, I like you touching my nipple like that”, she heard Lena’s husky voice drift hoarsely

back from the front seat. To Kate’s disbelief, Don had his hand inserted down in the front of

Lena’s dress and was massaging her breasts. She had her back on her shoulder with the mouth

slightly open, a rapturous expression on her face.

Samuel continued to hold her close to him, letting his hand dangle gently over her

shoulder, his fingers brushing familiarly against the tips of her breasts. He was growing

increasingly confident with each passing second, and lewd obscene thoughts of the things he

would do this soft young body. Man, he grinned secretly to himself, I’ll turn this pig every

way but loose !. She’s gonna know she’s been fucked when Ol’ Samuel’s through with her

honky ass !…

There was a low groan coming from the front seatand Kate wanted to look but she

didn’t dare.

“Lena’ s sucking Don off !”, Samuel explained. Kate leaned forward, unable to stop herself,

and got a sudden clear view through the darkness of Lena’s head working up and down over

Don Randolph’s black loins. Hre lips clasped tightly in an oval circle around the erect penis.

“Oh God, she is…”, she moaned, turning back to Samuel and hiding her face tightly into his

shoulder. She hadn’t expected this, petting,yes, but not this !.

The sight of Don’s very large big black cock disappearing into Lena’s beautiful face

was exciting to her in a way she’d never imagined. The very idea of her husband’s boss

willingly devouring the inky penis of a man she’d picked up in a drive-in movie was enough

to trigger tiny empathetic responses deep within her own smooth belly.

Then, another deep animal-like noan drew the young blonde back to the front seat for

still another look. Lena had lifted her dress up over her hips and crawled up over Don’s

slender body. She obviously had worn no panties since Kate hadn’t heard the tell-tale noise of

clothing being removed. The brunette woman was straddling the young negro, the round

whiteness of her buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his long cock. She was

reaching back underneath her body with her body with her hand and guiding him into her.

Kate’s eyes were wide in hypnotized disbelief as she watched Don’s throbbing ebony cock

slide slowly up into the juicy pink lips of her girlfriend’s pussy, making a wet sluicing noise

as it entered. She ground down on it all the way until all Kate could see was a small bit of

the base of the swolllen male organ protuding from the tight moist lips surrounding it.

Kate sat frozen in immobility and watched helplessly as Lena began a slow grinding

up and down movement with her buttocks rising in the air above Don until just the tip of his

rock-hard cock was left inside the warm enclosing sheath of her flesh. Then, she dropped

heavily back down on him, deeply impaling herself completely with each long stroke.

Kate clenched her eyes tight but could not blot out the lusty images. She had never

imagined what it would be like watching two people makes love before her. Their soft moans

and wet suking noises of intercourse drifted across to her ears.

Samuel’s hand ground harder into Kate’s breasts as he became aroused at the lewd coupling of

his friend.

“They’re fucking, did you see them ?”, Samuel breathed into her mouth, as he kissed her.

“Now, what about you and me, baby ?, he whispered roughly and pulled her on her side so

that they were facing each other. He ground his pelvis tightly into hers, sliding his hand down

to the soft roundness of her buttocks and pulling her loins tightly into his.

“Oh, no, God, no, we can’t…”, she whimpered into the wetness of his searching mouth, trying

desesperately to keep her voice as low as possible. Samuel had her in a position where she

couldn’t fight back and he knew it. Hre body stiffened as she felt the young black man begin

massaging the soft white cheeks of her buttocks from behind.

“God, you’re a foxy bitch, he panted. I’m gonna enjoy this little romp in the hay ! Baby, I’m

gonna fuck you good, you ain’t never gonna be happy with what you’re getting at home

again”.

Kate gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her dress reach the top of her

thighs and his fingers suddenly coming in hot searing contact with the softness of her naked

flesh. An electrifying shock rippled along the flesh of her legs as she felt him slipping a

finger slowly under the tight elastic leg band of her panties.

“Spread’em a little, Baby, Samuel breathed harshly into her mouth, Daddy wants it open

wide”.

“Oh God, please don’t do it here… Please don’t let her watch us !”, she pleaded softly through

her tears and desire…

Stumbling along in the darkness ahead of the young black sailor, Kate Brookfield couldn’t

deny the sensations of sexual arousal churning in her lower abdomen. Inside Don’s car, the

young blonde wife offered not a trace of resistance as Samuel’s huge black hands slipped

down the zipper at the back of her dress and eased their way up her smooth back. She was

pressed tightly against him, her ripe young breasts smashed against his chest, her whole body

trembling expectantly.

Abruptly, Samuel released her, unfastening his belt and dropping his slacks, then

turning his attention back to the young wife next to him on the front seat. As he turned, Kate

got a glimpse of the front of his shorts in the dim light coming from the screen – and the

incredibly large bulge that strained the thin fabric as it swelled. She couldn’t believe it was all

him… It looked more like an enormous snake squirming beneath the taut fabric, struggling to

get free !.

The atmosphere was electric as the beautiful blonde housewife was suddenly naked to

the waist. Her whole body shook as his wet mouth made contact with the sensitive tips of her

young breasts. Her head was tossed back – her sparkling blonde hair trailing all the way to the

car seat beneath her. His strong black arms locked tightly around her narrow waist as he

burried his face in the softness of her smooth young breasts. He sucked a throbbing nipple

hard between his lips and licked it into shiny erection, then immediately dropped it.

He began to stroke the menacing heavy uncircumsized shaft back and forth in front of

her.

“Do you like it, Kate ? Does Steve have anything like this to stuff in your pretty little pussy

?”.

Kate’s eyes dropped again to the massive organ he was holding in his hand. ‘God, it was thick

!’.

“Okay, baby, he said, let’s you and me go get in the back seat !”.

“Er… the back seat ?, she hesitated, still unable to take her eyes off the thick bulge in his

underwear.

“Yeah, baby, the back seat… kneel up so your tits are hanging over the back of it”.

“Are… are you going to take me dog-style ?”, she queried, testing a phrase she,d first heard

the night before.

The big black quickly joined the young housewife in the Oldsmobile’s generous rear quarters,

bunching her thin cotton dress around her waist and lowering her panties, then dropping his

own shorts to his knees. He levered forward from his narrow muscular hips, pressing the

tapering black length of his large penis into the quivering crevice between the twin white

moons of her naked buttocks.

Kate couldn’t believe what was happening : ‘God, she, Kate Brookfield, was letting a

virile young black man rub his penis all over her ass !’. In all her ywenty-one years, she’d

never known such bliss !…

Reaching between her slightly spread legs, Kate grasped the considerable length of Samuel’s

rigid pole and guided it to the pulsing and wet entrance of her sex. ‘God, it’s huge !’, she

panicked silently, ‘I don’t know if I can take it all !’. Immediately, he began a steady upward

pressure, feeling the resisting interior flesh part reluctantly before him. Even if her pussy was

moist with her secretions, the size of his dick was too much for her to allow him to thrust it

in just one powerful lunge all the way in.

“Ooohhh !, God nooo…, she screamed suddenly, your thing is too big… She was suddenly

protesting at the top of her voice. Y-you’re tearing me, your penis is too big !Ooohh God !

take it out, take it out !”.God, she had grossly underestimated the power and the size of the

young black man !.

The young black’s eyes were glassy with lewd excitement as he began to enjoy the idea he

was hurting her. He could stand no more, watching Steve Brookfield,s innocent wife

spread-eagled before him with the tip of his penis disappearing into the hair of her pussy…

He had to fuck her and quick !. Ruthlessly, he levered inwards, feeling her flaccid

flesh absorbing him an excruciating fraction of an inch at a time. The young blonde sobbed,

realizing that she had never felt so stretched in her life and his cock felt as thought it had

ripped her trembling vagina in a thousand tiny shreds as he speared into her without mercy.

And now… Now it lay sunk deep in her belly to the hairy hilt, filling every part of her

interior.

He lay still for a moment, his face directly above her. Kate, too, lay immobile, afraid

to move for fear of the pain it might bring. Neither made a sound for a time, then, suddenly,

she felt the thick throbbing deep inside of her as his expanded organ of flesh jerked another

excruciating inch up inside of her already distended vagina. She groaned breathlessly, her face

twisted into a mask of pained lust and passion.

“I told you I’d stretch that tight sonovabitch for you, didn’t I, Baby ?”, he tormented above

her, flexing his hips forward lewdly.

Kate bit her succulent lips against the black’s man painful entry. She could feel his brutal,

pony-like prick ripping up into the innermoist recesses of her interior flesh. She felt tender,

and ravished and raped, but she was determined to beg no more for him to stop as it was her

own damn fault. But, dear God, it hurt !… It felt like he,d shoved a hot poker up inside her !.

“You like that, Honky ?, Samuel gurgled, slapping her quivering dimpled ass. You like

fucking a nigger ?”

Kate bore up stoically, though unable to reply for fear of screaming out in agony. The

young negro was so deep that she felt it would pierce her very heart. After interminable

minutes, she felt the pain within her tortured vagina began to lessen somewhat.

Then subtly, with every stroke of the rampant black cock, a vibrant thrill raced to her

pounding heart. And with those initial delights spurring her on, the excited young bride began

to respond in earnest, her slavishly postured white buttocks slipping warmly back on the

impaling presence of Samuel’s slick black pole.

“Gettin’ to you, bitch ?, he teased venomously. You ever had that much prick stuffed up your

sweet pussy before ?”.

Samuel could see the thin film of sweat that glistened along the fine-boned ridge of her

exposed back and gripped her tightly around her slender waist, and continued to hammer into

her with long delicious strokes. Damn, what a luscious little pussy she was ! So young, so

clean and so tight…

No need to hold back now, she was cumming like a fountain. He felt the load of his

sperm amassing in his balls and knew that he was now more than ready for his own orgasmic

release.

“Like it, slut ?, he grinned down in lewd delight at tha pained expression on her contorted

young face. Like every inch of it ?”, he flexed again.

“Oooohh, yesss… yes !”, Kate cried in submission… In her ecstasy, Kate felt a new pain

growing warmly in her belly as the head of Samuel’s black cock flared into a hugeness that

threatened to mangle her inner organs.

Then, quickly, it began to sqirt. The young housewife could feel the seed jetting into

her wanton cunt in long ropy spurts, again and again. She continued to caress and milk his

huge balls with her long fingers, her body spasming helplessly as his enormous penis squirted

out its completion…