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Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened

By: rikki rocks



INTRO

To some she was spoiled but that may be too dramatic a description. Bethany Moline simply was accustomed to getting the things she wanted. And for a daughter of a reverend, sometimes she found she had to scheme or finagle her way around to obtain her heart's desires--though most times she found it was fairly easy. 

At 5'9" she possessed a playmate body (36C-24-36) with nearly shoulder- length brown hair accented by two stylish half-inch blonde highlights that framed her stunningly gorgeous face. Her bright emerald eyes could look right through a man and often intimidated many boys who thought her unapproachable. With flawlessly manicured nails and full ruby lips that concealed a glow-in-the-dark smile, there wasn't any question in anyone's mind that Bethany had real big league model potential. 

And yet this eighteen-year-old beauty primped and groomed herself endlessly, always finding some minor flaw to obsess over. Fretting over a tiny pimple perhaps, or attempting to fix a stray strand of hair, would often make her late for many events. She simply would never present herself in public if she wasn't looking her preened finest. She wore fashionable and alluring attire to school that often made others girls jealous. Knowing she was the prettiest girl and cheerleader in high school got her off. The looks boys would give her as she'd pass by in the hallways made her nipples perk up.

She cheered for the school's football team and dated Michael Stang, a star receiver. It was really more for status; she knew she could never be serious about him. The true star of the team, the black quarterback, was, of course, off limits to her or any of the all-white cheerleading squad.

The cheerleaders often spread stories around of how devoid of morals black men were, as well as how vulgar and well hung they were. Usually the gossip included rumors of somebody that knew somebody who knew this white girl who dated a black and got preggie and how the ne'er do well ran off on her, leaving her alone to care for the child. In their eyes any girl who would lower herself to date a "dirty Negro" was nothing more than a cheap white-trash slut. 

Sometimes these stories would get very graphic in the girl's locker room and Bethany distressed that these scenarios sometimes made their way into her nightly dreams. Even more disturbing, her fantasies about black guys made her wet. Bethany could never admit it, not even to herself.

At eighteen, she didn't have a whole lot of sexual experience and Michael's inept affections certainly didn't excite her. Just last week, Michael tried to screw her in his daddy's car after a movie. He lost his load before he could get her panties off. Hell, she was glad--he didn't even make her hot. Bethany had lost her virginity at a Bible study camp over spring break to a senior from a school across the state. He wasn't memorable either and she never responded to his three letters.

The Tease 

And then yesterday, after practice, as gorgeous Bethany was walking alone through the school hallway on the ground floor to her locker, she swore she heard Foley the janitor, a black man in his 30s, mummble "Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmmm...sure lookin' sweet" as he passed by, eying her. 

She couldn't believe this black-as-coal lowlife would dare make a comment like that to her. She certainly was the best young thing he'd seen in this school in all the years he'd mopped floors. 

At her locker, Bethany pulled out her book bag to carry home. All of the other cheerleaders had already gone home. They had long tired of waiting out Bethany's excessive preening habits. She couldn't resist looking into the mirror on the locker door to apply a fresh coat of lipstick and adjust her hair before leaving. As she was closing the door she caught a glimpse of Foley in the mirror headed back toward her from the other end of the hall.

"I'll give this nasty old black troll a thrill" Bethany thought. Thrusting her large big breasts out, she paraded by, letting Foley have his look. 

As the dirty black janitor took her in--Bethany noticed something odd...her nipples unexpectedly began to harden and protrude under the letch's gawking. Her pussy lips began to puff up in her panties.

"Lookin' goo', girl," he said more daringly. Her mouth went dry and she became nervous...and excited!!! How peculiar, she thought; men had always been putty in her hands. Now her libido was piqued.

As she strutted on, he stopped and turned. She shook her bubble ass hoping to mock him further. When he began to follow behind her, she tensed up. Luckily, the girl's lavatory was at the end of the hall. She nonchalantly walked in, not wanting to reveal her fright.

Foley followed her into the lav. She stood at a sink mirror studying a tiny blemish on her chin. The nerve of him, she thought. He slowly shuffled over, stopping directly behind the buxom vixen. Looking directly into her eyes reflecting in the mirror he softly moaned in her ear, "Mmmm yes yo' as sweet as kin be girl and there's only yo' and me in the whole entire building. Watcha think 'bout that now, mmm mmm?" Her eyes went wide and she studied his acne-scarred face, large lips, oddly-shaped nose--he was nasty looking. 

When she realized he was massaging his penis through his pants, her knees weakened. When he moved closer and rubbed his cock brazeningly in the crack of her ass through her jeans, she was uncertain what to do. Knowing they were alone, she quickly turned and bent her knees to retrieve her book bag which she reasoned could be used as a weapon. He confidently placed his foot on the bag and began stroking her hair. His other hand continued rubbing his growing cock.

Bethany felt faint from fear--and exhilaration! Her legs had turned to limp noodles. She froze, her breath shortened and heart raced as a long silent pause took place between them. Then suddenly he stopped stroking his cock and released of her hair. 

Foley pulled his zipper down. She was on her knees now, unable to stand. Captivated, she dared to gaze directly into the mysterious cavern of Foley's dark open fly--now just inches in front of her face. She noticed the bulge was immense. 

Gorgeous Bethany turned to look up at the black janitor. It felt completely natural to be at his feet of this imposing man, some how. She saw him looking down at her, the power in his lust-filled eyes. Fighting off his six-foot frame would prove futile. Was she giving in to his wanton desires? Was her curiosity for black men overwhelming her sensibility? 

Out flopped Foley's whopping black cock, causing the hapless young cheerleader to jerk back, as it smacked Bethany's pert lips. The poor beautiful girl ogled his nasty black snake for a long minute in the echoing silence of the girl's lav...finally the mystery unraveled before her eyes.

It was an incredible sight--the very first black cock she had ever witnessed in the flesh. In fact, the very first cock she'd ever seen so close up. Enthralled by its incredible size and sheer demand for attention, she guessed it to be ten inches long. It was veiny and silky smooth and so black it looked purple. The crown mushroom shined like a proud symbol of his masculinity. And his balls, she thought, were huge; they must contain quite a load of cum. 

Bethany's head swirled, it was happening so swiftly. She contemplated: "My Lord the stories were right--black man do have larger dicks than whites. At least bigger than the three puny ones on her past boyfriends. If they're bigger, do they naturally shoot bigger loads?" 

Looking back up into the ugly black man's eyes with a pleading look she meekishly whispered, "Please don't..."

Foley snarled back, "Go on suck it, gilr! Have a taste, it's want yo' really want...I don't hear yo' callin' out for help yo' white trash, teasin' slut!!!!"

Falling under the spell of the intoxicating pungent musk emanating from off black flesh wand, this classy brunette, a reverend's daughter, leaned forward, closed her eyes, and offered her mouth to the black drooling cock head he so dramatically presented her. Her pussy quivered and she came in silence.

Foley grinned, unable to contain his great fortune of having the most beautiful girl ever to walk these halls on the floor before him. He continued to stroke his cock aiming it at her mouth open. 

"Beg for it, slut."

Bethany opened her eyes. A long strand of pre-cum hung off the end of his cock head. 

"What?!" she said.

"Beg for my cock...tell me yo' want to suck it."

"I shall do no such thing!" she sternly said, and yet she deeply wanted to wrap her lips around it. She'd caught herself unconsciously fingering her own moist crotch. 

"Awright...open then....."

She opened her mouth and he grunted, spewing two quick cum shots right in her unsuspecting mouth. Some went down her throat and she gagged, coughing up cum on the floor. He continued shooting more cum in her face. After it was over, he flicked his cock to make certain the last clinging drops flew on her. So aghast at what just took place, Bethany was a confused and beautiful mess.

"Yo' a sexy girl--look even hotter with my jizz on yo' face. I bet yo' panties are all wet, huh?"

How could she admit to him that they were indeed soaked, that she creamed herself, getting off on the disgusting act?. He walked toward the door satisfied. "You just gonna leave me like this?" she quipped.

"Hey, slut, come see me anytime, yo' is mine now, if yo' kin keep tight on it. Make it our little secret." Then he was gone.

Bethany stood, looked in the mirror and saw her cum-plastered face. There was so much of it—she hadn't realizied how much. Most of it clung around her lips, mouth, and chin. She appeared to have a white goatee. He had given her the biggest, most amazing load of semen she had ever experienced. It was astonishing to witness such raw uninhibited sexual gratification. 

She turned on the water to the sink and began washing up, thinking that his cum didn't actually taste as bad as she thought. She, in fact, caught herself licking around her lips for more. 

Black cum. She should have felt humiliated--certainly most females would--but the fact remained, she had an intense orgasm and the black bastard hadn't even touch her. She wondered what it would be like if he had.

*** 

The next morning, after a restless night of dreams of Foley's black baton and fingering herself, she went to her bedroom mirror and discovered that the tiny pimple on her chin had disappeared. Hummm, had his cum cleared her blemish?

Now that a day had past, it began to sink in. Her mind drifted between hateful locker room conversations about 'sluts' dating blacks and the image of Foley's swelling black cock. 

She began sobbing and crying again, her face buried deeply into her pillow. She could not shake the image of that big black cock oozing pre-cum from the forefront of her thoughts. Bethany wanted that cock in her mouth and, as we know, Bethany is accustomed to getting what she wants. She was smitten with the enormous black dick of a black man--and that of a janitor no less.

What would everyone think!!!

To be continued...

Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 02



As the days passed, Bethany wanted to approach Foley in the hallways on the rare occasions when they'd pass by each other but thought better about it. She desperately wanted to see him again but was confused on how to broach the matter.

Worse still, in the following dark lonely nights, she couldn't get the picture Foley's mammoth cock out of her head. She tried vain attempts to fantasize about cute white boys in her class but it was no use. His menacing cum-exploding black monster was what a true cock should be. She could think of no other.

These nightly visions possessed the lust-filled girl. Having no one she could confide her dark desires with, she had less concern for white boys, including Michael, her boyfriend. Lusting after a black man was still taboo in her world, yet she couldn't help teasing or flirting with black men when the opportunity arose. 

Like last night when she and Michael ran an errand for her mom at the Stop'n'Shop, she noticed a black guy at the counter ogling her as she shopped while Michael waited in the car. Unable to resist tormenting the black man with her charms, Bethany slowly strutted around the aisles showboating for him. She adjusted her halter top, pulled on her micro-mini, ran her fingers through her hair. She coyly smiled and sashayed slowly to the door after paying for the items knowing that if she didn't give him a furious woody, she most certainly gave him a host of lewd ideas.

Later in the car, Michael tried to put the moves on her, but she was having none of it. She wouldn't even give him a hand job when he begged. He had to settle for a quick peck on the cheek. 

****

Bethany turned to prayer at night--imploring for release from her compulsion...her obsessive craving for Foley's black cock. Yet even as she knelt in prayer before her bed, her plea obscenely turned to depraved thoughts of kneeling before Foley's majestic cum-filled nut sack, awaiting it's release of copious sperm paste for a willing white cum-slut's mouth.

These frenzied cravings absorbed her. Bethany needed to be near him. Her body became electric whenever she caught a glimpse of the lowly custodian. She had to taste his black meat soon or she would go batty. 

Then on Friday, (nearly three weeks since Foley defiled her in the most wretched way she could have imagined--and then to later discover that she actually treasured their tryst and, in fact, craved more!) while most of the school kids ran off to enjoy weekend plans as the last bell rang, Bethany made her routine stop in the girl's lav to freshen up before heading home. 

As she adjusted her hair and applied more lip gloss, a couple of her girlfriends had quickly finished their business and hurried out to head home having long ago abandoned patience for her compulsive and time-consuming pruning.

Suddenly, silent as a shadow, Foley appeared in the lav. He locked door and confidently ogled over the young cheerleader's body. Here they both were again--in the same lavatory as before. He had returned to the scene of the "crime."

"Yo' sprucin' yo' sweet self up jus' fo' me?" he said.

She jumped. He startled the young girl as she dropped her lipstick into the sink. Bethany turned to face him and her heart raced. The black stud janitor had shown her something that stole her pride, poisoned her morality, and crushed her confidence. The thought of his enormous, insurmountable, black spear painting her angelic face with his cum as he had done weeks ago was enough to make her cream her jeans. And just as she had hoped, they were alone once again...at last. She couldn't believe her good fortune.

"I...a...no, I mean...a..."

"Don't be afraid little girl," he said and walked over and retrieved her lipstick case. "I been seeing how yo' been lookin' at me in the halls these last few weeks. I been wantin' t'see yo' too, but we gots to be careful." Foley placed the lipstick in her palm.

"We gots t' be smart," he said. "Now, I know a thing or two 'bout girls like yo' and if I'm right, well, we gonna have us a good ol' time. I'm gonna go in that stall over there and close the door but I won't latch it. If yo' be wantin' to have another go 'round, then all's yo' gots t'do is just come on in. If I'm wrong 'bout yo', call out and I'll come out and unlock d'door and yo' can run yo'self home. Dat simple enough."

"I...I think..."

"Hush, girl," Foley said, gently placing his finger to her glossy lips. He envisioned those thick rosy lips around his cock and hoped she be sucking on him soon. He walked into the stall. Bethany nervously stood by the sink in a white, clinging, low-cut button-down dress that displayed every curve of her model body. Except for her slightly swinging gold hoop earrings, she froze. 

A decadent proposal, yes, but she was beginning to view herself as a white girl born to submit to big black cock. She got off on the thought of being used and she knew Foley knew it. The only real decision was to what level of depravity would she allow Foley to take her.

She made her way to the stall and opened the door. Foley had his overalls down around his ankles and his back to her. "Would yo' like to hold it while I take me a piss?" he asked.

"Yes." 

His black snake fascinated the young girl. She was naturally curious and wanted all mysteries revealed. 

"Then come around and aim dis snake at the bowl..."

Bethany moved beside him and tenderly took his soft but heavy cock in her manicured hand. Her long pearl polished fingernails sparkled against the dark tone of his cock as they curled around the shaft. "Here goes, my sweet cum-sucker" and Foley let loose with a strong, steady stream. Bethany's fingers could feel the urine racing through his penis as she held him. "Ahhhhhh...dat feels good! Nothing like a pretty young thang to have help tap a kidney. Now don't fo'get to shake it when I'm done."

His steady golden stream arched and splashed in the toilet and Bethany watched--enthralled with the lurid task. She never before witnessed a man relieving himself and now here she was holding a cock of a black man as he emptied his bladder. She loved the warmth of it in her hands and gingerly shook it when he finished. A few drops fell silently into the bubbly bowl.

"I betcha I know what yo' want now," Foley said, "come girl, tell ol' Foley..."

Bethany trembled and spoke, "I...I...just wanted...I...wanted to talk to you...I..." She had difficulty finding the words, but began stroking his growing cock. She wanted to please him, to pleasure him, but how could she say the words.

Foley let out an unruly belly laugh. "Talk! Who the fuck yo' kiddin' chil'. Look me in the eyes and tell me yo' here fo' conversation. We both know what yo' mouth is REALLY for, don't we, bitch? Ha ha ha!"

"I...I...think you're mistaken..."

"Mistaken? Bullshit! Why I oughta throw yo' sweet white ass outta here!" Foley scoffed.

Bethany looked away, taking a long pause then whispered, "I...I...I'm sorry, Foley." She felt his eyes running over all her body. Her emerald eyes stared back at him as lust smoldered in the short distance between their bodies in the small cubicle. She thought she might cum from just his commanding stare.

She grew more comfortable and dared a request: "Foley, I came in here because I wanted you to do that thing you did to me the last time we were in here. Only I'd like you to do more. I don't have a whole lot of experience so I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I haven't gotten you out of my mind since that day."

Foley knew he was an ugly troll--an ugly troll with a jumbo package. "Now yo' still ain't being quite honest wit' me. Yo' couldn't get ME out of yo' mind or yo' couldn't get my black COCK out of yo' mind?"

Bethany shamefully looked down. "Please don't make me say it, Foley. Please...I'm really longing to taste it." Bethany dropped to her knees on the tiled floor.

"Ooooo weeee, what we got here is a black-cock slut, mmmm mmmmm!" Foley turned to face her. She looked down almost shamefully then turned up, nervous with anticipation, still stroking his growing cock which was now aimed at her face. Foley reached down to his overalls and withdrew a hip flash from a pocket. "Why don't yo' have a sip a scotch to help relax yo' a bit?" and he gently tilted her chin up. 

"Sure, I guess so..." she said and took a mouthful. She immediately made a horrible face and spat out what she hadn't swallowed into the toilet bowl. She thought she might vomit. "Yuuuckk, that's disgusting...it tastes like shit! Blllaaaawwwk!!! How do I get this nasty aftertaste out of my mouth? It's putrid." It made her gag and burp up, burning her throat.

"Here," said Foley, "I got just the trick...and it's lookin' yo' right in d'face." The cure for Bethany Moline's craving had grown fully erect. She salivated. She puckered her lips and kissed the head while looking him straight in the eyes and then began licking it. God, she thought, it was moist and tangy and tasted better than she ever imagined. Her body shivered with eagerness. Her pussy quivered. This was some sort of heaven on earth, she thought. 

Pre-cum dribbled from his cock eye. She lapped at it joyfully and spread it over her tongue to kill that lingering rancid scotch flavor. Then she fisted his cock and as more pre-cum appeared, she used the index finger of her manicured left hand to spread it around the purple mushroom head. She licked her fingertip and nail clean, opened her mouth to engulf the head, still fisting his shaft. She could smell his piss and reached to close the lid of the toilet.

His cock was fully engorged to its mammoth proportions. Bethany was mesmerized--exploring every inch of its fleshy texture. She was gaining knowledge of black cock through her tongue. Every bump and vein, every crevice and pore were hers to discover.

Her pussy lips swelled and moistened as she continued to suck more and more of him into her mouth. His cock glistened with both saliva and pre-cum. She pulled it out of her mouth momentarily and licked his plum-size balls. As she licked, she lightly scratched his cock with her nails and he moaned. Her slick hands felt it pulse while her pearly nails glistened almost obscenely.

Her knees were beginning to hurt on the hard tiles but she ignored the discomfort focusing on the pleasurable task at hand. Looking out from under his balls she gained confidence and finally divulged her dark desire: "I want to feel this black cock all the way down my fucking throat--NOW!!"

She steadied her hands on his thighs for support and opened wide to begin the descent of throating his superb male blackness. Slowly she took more and more when about half way down she felt the gag reflex trigger. She pulled away before grimacing. 

Foley suggested she slowly attempt it again and try to keep her tongue stretched forward so her throat would expand. "Thanks for the help," she remarked and began again. His cock slipped in further as their eyes locked. Her tongue stuck out under his shaft but then withdrew. It took some practice but she was up for it. 

When she felt the crown mushroom poking the back of her throat, she concentrated and fought off the gag reflex. When her tongue was in position and she felt her throat open up, she tugged on his backside which he took as a hint to rock his hips and thereby forcing the head beyond the threshold of her virgin throat.

She slurped and gasped for air, then in one slow motion stretched her lips and bore down on him. He bucked another time and it was in and down her throat. With tearing eyes and a face nuzzled in pubic hairs, Bethany had taken her first cock to the root. A ten-inch black monster. She felt more proud at this accomplishment than having aced a math exam. And prouder still that it had been a black cock to de-virginize her throat. She would have never given herself this way to her oversexed and undersized white boyfriend.

She rejoiced in the feeling of having her throat holster a black cock. Having him own her mouth made her feel helpless and lustful at once. The way it endangered her ability to breathe like it was more important than oxygen was an addicting delight. 

She held it there for nearly a minute then pulled back, releasing it, resting and gasping for air. She stroked his slick cock as strands of her saliva drooled off onto the floor. 

"Show me your prowess, Foley, please fuck my face until my eyes water," Bethany begged and brought his hands to her head. He suggested she sit on the toilet and unbutton her dress to free her breasts. She breathlessly sat up, undid the top of her dress, pulled off her lacy white bra, dropped it to the floor, and let her pure untanned globes hang out. Her long fingernails tweaked and twisted her pert nipples. They were huge as were her silver-dollar sized areolas. She gazed into Foley's eyes, opened her mouth and said, "AAAHHHHHHH..."

He rammed his cum piston relentlessly through her mouth and throat as her loop earrings swung in place, frequently holding her head down on his cock, completely stuffing her face with cock. Every time she'd cough it up for air, she urgently dove back down on it again in lustful desparation. She came in her panties several times.

Foley began to moan loudly. "Where yo' want it, slut?"

After another orgasm subsided, she hungrily peered up at him and said, "Season my tongue with your sperm," and touched a long pearly fingernail to her lower lip. Grabbing his cock, she jerked it as her lips clamped around his mushroom head. Her other hand frantically rubbed her pussy under her dress. She felt another wave of orgasms approach just as Foley howled, "Arrrggghh!..."

He unloaded, squirting the biggest load of his life into her mouth. So much steaming jism erupted from his black babymaker that her cheeks bulged out as though she were holding her breath. She felt the force of his orgasm blast across her tongue and hose down the inside walls of her cheeks. 

When he was done, she carefully slipped the cock out while holding in the ample reservoir of semen to savor. Her ravaged face beamed in ecstasy at her depraved performance as she swished the massive load around in her mouth. The experience of having a huge black dick explode in her mouth was incredible. Feeling the sperm spew forcefully and unabashedly all around in her moist oral cavity without regard for anything but its immediate satisfaction was devilishly delightful.

To complete her depravity, she creamed herself yet again as the entire community of sperm slide down her esophagus to her belly. "Bet that did the trick little girl, huh? Bet yo' fo'got all 'bout dat nasty scotch?"

"Oh, yeah...that was fucking amazing, Foley..." she anxiously replied. "Your black cock is awesome. It's a pleasure to service it!." A strand of semen began to cascade from the tip of his cock and she quickly gathered it with a fingertip and smeared it across her lips like lipstick. "I'm going to wear some of your cum home!"

She stood up and threw her giddy arms around him. "When may I see you again, Foley?"

"Why don't yo' stop here Sunday morning 'round nine o'clock. I have d'key and no one will be 'round here. We'll have d'whole place to ourselves. We'll have us a sure enough good time!"

"That'd be sweet! Let's plan on it. Let me leave you with a little something 'cause I really got to get going..." Bethany said and reached her hand under her dress, pulled down her wet panties and stuck two fingers in her pussy. "Here, something to hold you over until Sunday..." and she brought her fingers to his lips. He devoured her fingers and sucked the young woman's nectar off, relishing the sweetness. He liked how she slowly moved them in and out of his mouth and poked the long nails tenderly to threshold of his throat.

"MMMmmmmmm...damn yo' is tasty girl, I could eat yo' all up!" She smeared more pussy juice on her areolas and nipples for him to suck on. He eagerly lapped her breasts and he began to harden. She squeezed his shaft and balls with one hand and moaned, "Mmmmmm...down boy, I gotta go! Now go unlock the door before my parents begin to wonder where the hell I am!"

Her hair was a mess and her eye liner had smeared. Bethany fixed herself up as best she could in what little time she had. On her walk home she sparely licked her cum-coated lips, wanting to taste Foley for as long as she could.

She slept soundly that night with the thoughts of Sunday to pacify her black cock yen.



Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 03



It was a pleasantly warm morning. Not wanting to risk having his van seen on school property on a Sunday, Foley trotted the two miles from his apartment to the maintenance entrance of the high school. After working up a sweat in his jogging pants and muscle shirt, he waited in the cool main entranceway for Bethany, his young white cheerleader slut. She didn't keep him waiting long.

After offering her parents a fake excuse about meeting friends for breakfast, Bethany walked the six blocks to school. Her heart pounded more rapidly the closer she came to the school. Making her way up to the main sidewalk at exactly nine o'clock in tight form-fitting jeans, a low cut red top that revealed her belly button, and sandals. Her glossy bright red lipstick matched her painted toes and elegantly polished fingernails. She looked stunning in the sunlight. Foley's cock twitched as he gazed upon the vision.

She beamed a wide smile at the door as he let her in and she greeted the troll with a passionate kiss and hug. Her heart almost burst in his embrace as she immersed herself in the warmth of her black lover.

She invited his tongue in her mouth and sucked on it voraciously as he plunged it down her throat. "Oh, lover, you're all hot and sweaty?" she'd remarked. He pulled away.

"Took a morning jog..." he said, locking the door.

She stood behind him and nuzzled the back of his neck, inhaling his scent. Reaching around his waist with her arm, she dug her long inch and a half talons into his crotch, feeling his fleshy cock through his pants. He turned to face her and drew in her fresh, clean body and hair. Her hand lightly held his face as she whispered, "Let me see it..."

Bethany could barely contain her urges and fell to her knees before him as he stood at the glass doorway where every school day hundreds of her classmates trotted in the building. Sniffing his crotch through his sweats; rubbing her face in the bulge; feeling him harden with her cheeks; were all too much for her.

She hooked her glossy fingernails under his waistband and yanked down his jogging sweats to reveal his naked love tool. Seeing it jut before her eyes astonished her just as much as the first time. Sensing a wave of his crotch's heat fluttering into her face seemed to calm her heart's eagerness. Had her parents really known what she was about to breakfast on, she'd never be allowed to leave the house again.

In barely a moment's hesitation, her tongue found his huge clammy balls and lapped their sweaty pungency with the fervor of a starving coyote. She was hooked on his distinct flavor. As she held his shaft up against his belly, she moaned, "Hmmmmmm," enjoying what she felt was an utterly natural act without reservation. If her girlfriends could see Bethany Moline now, she mused...the hottest looking cheerleader, honor student, reverend's daughter...on her knees and about to eagerly become the high school's black custodian's cum receptacle...they'd probably never speak to her again. Fuck'em, she thought.

Bethany engulfed one cum-infested testicle, then the other, sucking each noisily as if they were sweet juicy plums. She laid his semi-erect cock across her upturned face and continued working her mouth on his fruit-sack. His black cock sizzled as it laid across her face. Soon enough she was sucking it, rubbing his sex organs all over her freshly made-up face. It felt so feminine, so womanly, so incredibly sexy, to mark herself with his meaty genitalia that she wanted to suck him off right there as the morning sunrays sharply cut through the entranceway glass. But Foley had other intentions. 

He kicked of his sweats from around his ankles and slowly backed away, stepping carefully to the hallway. Bethany, on her knees, crawled along without ever allowing her succulent prize to slip from her gluttonous lips. She looked at him hesitantly and he nodded his head and encouraged her to follow along with a smile and his index finger. They finally came to rest at Bethany's locker about half way down the hall. She had to slurp up her saliva several times during the awkward maneuver.

He pulled out and asked her to stand. "Open the locker." She did so without question and though she longed to have the hollow vacancy in her mouth refilled, she spun the combination lock quickly. "Take everything out and put it on d'floor." Bethany took out several books, binders, a utility bag, and a sweater and put then along side the locker wall.

"Good girl. Now take off yo' top and bra. I wanna see dem tits!" the janitor ordered.

With a wide smile, Bethany immediately pulled her red top over her head and unhooked her lacy bra, allowing it drop to the floor. Her immaculate breasts filled the janitor's gaze as he squeezed her untanned melons and pinched each nipple. They were undeniably beautiful—-firm and pert with large protruding nipples. Her fleshy orbs appeared even whiter framed in her tan lines. How unattainable they must have been to all those frustrated school boys who dreamed of sucking her 36Cs. Now they were his. She moaned in delight as his lips gnawed her delicate nips, pulling on them taut. 

"Now step in da locker backwards, facin' me, and squat down," he commanded after he had his fill of tit. Her body shivered anew and vibrated with a sultry excitement at the thought what might come next.

Bethany eased herself in the cramped locker and crouched down comfortably. Anticipation mounted in her, still puzzled as to his intentions. He took his saliva-coated cock and aimed it at her face. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and he slid it down her throat unceremoniously. She gagged a bit at first but soon found the rhythm as he fucked the gorgeous white cheerleader's face. Her engorged red lips were stretched wide around his girth. 

Being boxed in, trapped, helpless and vulnerable to Foley's advances gave her added thrills--especially when his cock drove deep and cut off her windpipe. He knew how to excite her. She began to finger her quaking pussy. "NO! Don't touch yo'self! Or yo' won't get any more a dis!" Foley sternly said, pulling his cock from her mouth. The empty feeling of having no cock in her throat once again alarmed her. 

She lifted her arms over her head. "Please, I promise, I promise...just put that black cock back down my throat where it fucking belongs!" the distressed girl pleaded. Foley took both her wrists in his large left hand and held them securely. His cock poked at her and she swiftly gobbled it up. He rammed his rude black spike in, relentlessly thrashing her tonsils as her perfectly rounded breasts heaved and jiggled.

Loving how he used her mouth in such an aberrant manner, her pussy swelled and itched. She grew hot, wet, and agitated. Her face and chest perspired in the small space of her confinement. She was getting all ten inches of him as his swinging balls slapped her chin on every stroke.

She longed to lap his scrotum, to feel his cock in her cunt, to take it every way he could give; she was his totally and unconditionally. She was nothing but a playground for his pleasure. Her pussy dripped.

Foley continued his onslaught on the wanton girl, relishing in the fact that she was under his spell, willingly offering up her charms and services. He'd never before had a white girl in all his 30-some years and was quickly making up for lost time. He'd watched this sweet girl mature into a young woman as the years past since she first strolled through the school's doors and now, finally, he had the opportunity to move on her. She was legal, as were his advances even if they were otherwise immoral and inappropriate. 

He could scarcely believe he had her all to himself in the empty high school, and, imprisoned in her own locker, no less. What an eager black cock cum-slut he had created.

Saliva drooled on to her breasts from her ravaged mouth and she could do little to stop it. He was having his way and she relished in being the object of his exploitation as he continued to drive his black monster in and out of her throat.

As he neared the inevitable, he freed her arms and backed up a step. Bracing himself against the wall with his arms, he instructed her to finish him with her hands. She dutifully grasped the magnificent black missile deployed before her smiling face and pumped his enormous shaft while employing the nails of her other, tickling his great balls.

"Give it to me, lover. Spit your hot cum all over my slut face," she encouraged without ever removing her eyes off his swelling mushroom.

"What day is it, cum slut?" he asked.

"Sunday, lover."

"And what do yo' do on Sunday?"

"Go to church," she replied still jacking him.

"And what do yo' do in church?"

"Worship God," she said.

"And who's yo' god now, slut?"

"I'm kneeling in front of my god right now." she said, running her tongue around her lips.

"Would yo' like god to anoint yo' with his love, pretty one?"

"Oh, yes, please anoint me now," she urgently said with conviction.

His response was deliberate and immediate. Foley began shooting off as she cheerfully aimed every steaming wet trajectory into her glowing face. Voluminous cum ropes sprang from his cock and splashed on her lips, eyes, nose, cheeks, and forehead. Some dripped off soiling her breasts. 

"Bull's-eye! What a good boy!" she exclaimed, cupping his balls gingerly until his hard-on abated.

Releasing his spent member, Bethany cheerfully rubbed his liquid emission all over her face and chest. Her hands, fingers, and nails became slick with the potent juice. She strained to kiss the dangling cock head that had just liberally decorated her face and thanked Foley for another satisfying orgasm, having quietly creamed herself during the facial anointment. A religious experience, indeed!

He took her sweater from the floor and wiped off his cock and balls. She stepped out the locker and said, "I'm a mess..." 

"White women never look better den when dey covered wit' a black man's jism," he declared.

Grabbing her purse, she headed to the girl's lav to wash up, knowing he was right. She wanted to wear his cum like a badge, like the school's sports letter. "Hey, I ain't done wit' yo'. Meet me in the cafeteria in five minutes...and pick up my sweats for me," he commanded. He tossed her books and things back in the locker and watched her ass swing as she walked away. Damn, he thought, she is truly a fine black-cock slut.

Topless in her jeans and donning Foley's seat pants around her shoulders like a boa, she looked clean and pure from her recent sperming. Bethany found her black lover sitting totally naked in the student cafeteria where she usually ate her lunch with her friends. 

"Where yo' been, bitch, i been waitin' almost twenty minutes?"

"I had to freshen myself up and re-do my make-up. Your sweet black cock made my eyeliner run and smeared my eye shadow. And I had to reapply lipstick and re-comb my hair. How do I look?" the ever meticulous Bethany said.

"Like yo' need mo' black cock. Let's fire up your sugerlips, bitch," he suggested, taking his sweats from her shoulders and tossing them aside.

He had her lay atop the table and peeled off her form-fitting jeans. She was flawless in beauty, he thought to himself. He bent to kiss her flat tummy and tenderly removed her thong. He knelt, placed each of her legs over his shoulders and slowed moved his face to her crotch, inhaling her sweet essence. He hadn't had a young, fresh girl since he was in his early 20s. 

He kissed then licked Bethany's trimmed pussy and dabbed his tongue between the labia, licking her salty flavor, probing her. Her juices began to run. Bethany had never been eaten before. He sucked and kissed and licked, working her clit, fucking her pussy with his tongue. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted, what she needed, and when she needed it. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his head, squeezed her thighs around him...."Oh, Foley, yeah, yeah, right there lover..." 

When he popped up for air and stood back, she noticed he was fully hard again. "You're hard again so soon after," she asked.

"Damn right. I ain't no wimpy white boy. Yo' got the real thang here girl," he said with a face full of her cunny juice.

"Fuck me Foley, ram it in me..."

He drove into her, banging his balls against her, ramming his black pride in her tight pink pussy. She panted, nearing another orgasm. He bent to suck her nipple, then another, back and forth without missing a stroke. 

Never had she been fucked like this. Not even close. And make no mistake, this was not lovemaking, this was pure fucking--raw, animal, get-your-rocks-off pussy banging. He was intense, unrelenting, and carnally inspired. She couldn't have possibly known the art of fucking at this level. He turned her over, vee-ed her legs with in ankle in each hand and rammed her from behind. Bethany was sweating profusely as was he. She came numerous times and wondered when he would.

After a few more minutes he dismounted and told her to sit at her usual lunch seat. Parking his ass along side her, he placed an arm around her. "Jerk me off, slut." Bethany complied by cupping his balls and working his cock shaft with her hands. Foley played with her tits. She raked her shiny red nails across his pussy-stained black shaft and he moaned, "Oooooo...aaahhhh."

He knew he was reaching the point of no return and rose to his feet. She continued pumping his slick fleshy tube, enamored by its size and color. She loved looking at it. He rested an arm on her shoulder. "Jerk it off on the table!" he directed.

His breath drew heavy and he closed his eyes. She pointed his cock at the tabletop and watched it fired six huge deposits of black man cream, forming an uneven puddle of cum before her. Her hands milked out every drop, shaking the last few drops on the table. It was an awesome sight. Bethany was fascinated by what his cock could do. The aroma of fresh sperm rose to her nostrils. Mmmmm, she thought, if he had only blown it in her mouth...oh, well.

Foley looked at her and replied, "Your Sunday brunch is getting cold; eat up, eat up, cock slut..."

Her eyebrows rose and she smiled--just what she had in mind! Using the bottom edge of a curled hand to gather the precious wads together, she formed a neat puddle and leaned over to slurp up the copious taste treat into her mouth. It was a challenge to get it all. She had to curl her hand around the remnants and draw it near the edge of the table where she kneeled and positioned her parted lips against the ledge so she could shove the rest of the slippery substance onto her waiting tongue.

She then licked the shiny spot of residue that remained on the surface. "Thanks, Foley, I love it when you let me eat you gooey spunk."

He knew now that she would always be thinking of him any time she was in school. For now, the girl's lav, the school entrance, the cafeteria the hallway, and especially her locker would each have a little mental memento to spark a memory of his black cock. Foley liked that.

His next challenge, he thought, was to get her in her father's church.



Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 04



Chapter 04: Monday Daydreams 

The long Monday school day was finally coming to a close. Last class inched along ever so slowly as eighteen-year-old Bethany impatiently checked the clock. Sitting near a window, she began to daydream, completely bored by Mr. Fitch's monotone math lecture. Reflecting on her previous day's activities with the school janitor, she closed her eyes imagining Foley's huge black cock sparkling invitingly before her. So caught up in her fantasy, she licked her lips and practically began rubbing her crotch when she caught herself, remembering where she was. 

She turned her gaze back to the window and took in the view of the huge school lawn. Surprisingly, she became energized, spotting the object of her carnal desire--Foley on a riding mower laboring in the late afternoon sun.

She watched as he made a final pass and stepped off the mower for a break, wiping his perspiring brow with a bandana then gulping down some bottled water. He looked hot and sweaty--just the way she liked him. Bethany checked the clock--two minutes to last bell! She wanted that brazen black cock again and was determined to get it.

Foley rode the mower toward the maintenance garage behind the school. She was compelled to see him. When the bell rang out, the high schoolers hurried to the exits. Bethany strolled out with two girlfriends and quickly concocted an excuse to break away from them. After they were nearly off the school grounds, she feigned an excuse to return to the school saying she'd forgotten her math book in her locker. She said she'd catch up with them later but really had no intention of doing so. She rushed back into the school.

Hurrying through the nearly empty hallways on the ground floor, Bethany found the exit door to the small rear staff parking lot which led to the maintenance garage. Only a few cafeteria workers parked here and most had already left for the day. The overhead door was still up--what luck! She briskly walked over when she was sure no one would see her and found Foley hanging up some keys in a security locker.

"Hi, Foley," the bright young cheerleader breathlessly said. He turned around.

"Say, what'cho doin' 'round here?" his eyes quickly rolling from side to side to see if any one else was around. "Yo gonna git me in hot water, little girl." Soon his gaze deepened, taking in her skin-tight jeans and noticing how her taut pink button-down blouse emphasized the curves her full breasts.

"Don't worry, no one saw me come in here, Hon'. I saw you from my classroom window working and cutting the lawn and was wondering how you were doing in this hot unforgiving sun."

"I'm doin' just fine, no need worrin' 'bout me. Yo' lookin' to have us another get-together? A little afternoon dee-light?" he asked with a smirk as he pushed the control button to close the overhead door. The high windows assured privacy while filling the garage with sunlight.

"You know me so well," replied Bethany.

"Yer such a dirty slut, I bet yo' want me just as I am--hot'n'sticky in this sweaty garage, huh?"

Bethany's mouth was watering. She began to unbutton her blouse. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Awright," said Foley, "I guess I gots a little time fo' yo' before I punch out at four." Helping her off with her blouse, he tossed it atop a nail sticking from a wood stud. He retrieved a blanket from a shelf and laid it on an open space on the cement floor. "Why don't yo' get on yo' knees right here, and we'll get down an' dirty, slut."

Bethany walked to the blanket and knelt down. "Now lean yo' sweet self backward and hold yo'self up with yo' hands behind you." Her outstretched hands rested on the blanket for support. Her head tilted to the ceiling as her 36Cs rested in place, propped up by her bra. Meanwhile, Foley had removed his work pants and jockey shorts. His underwear was damp from his perspiration. Bethany smiled as her eyes fell on his magnificent black flesh cannon.

Foley stretched his jockeys over young Bethany's face so that her nose poked the spot where his cock and balls had fermented in all afternoon. She gave no resistance. "Breathe deep, chil', take in ol' Foley's manly scent, I knows yo' loves it," and he crouched down to rub her pussy through her jeans. She squirmed in response and inhaled numerous times, filling her lungs with his overwhelmingly intoxicating scent. Her breasts heaved with every lungful and nearly broke free from their strapped lacy confinement.

When he felt she'd had enough, he peeled the shorts off her head and stood over her face, balls dangling above her mouth. "Ready to lick the real thang, bitch?" Lightheaded with black cock lust, she readily accepted his generous balls, sucking and licking each while he stroked himself. "Lick way behind my nut sack, girl, that's where dey tastes the saltiest," he said smugly. She lapped them lovingly until he tightened his grip around his hairy sack and began rubbing it all over her face. "I'm goin' shines yo' up but good, slut."

Bethany wondered how he knew just what she wanted. In class she daydreamed of tasting his clammy black nuts and now here he was giving them to her in such a perverse and irresistible manner. He liberally rubbed them across her forehead, dabbed them on her shut eyelids and on her nose, and then polished her cheeks and chin with them as she smiled. It was if he was transferring his potent crotch stench on to her flawless face and she loved it. Once they were back in her mouth he asked, "How my balls taste, slut?"

"Luscious, Hon', I could do this all afternoon long," and she nibbled on them gently as he stroked his now fully erect cock. He then stepped back, bent down and unhooked the front of her bra, releasing her succulent globes to the angled rays of the sun. He took them in his calloused hands and guided his cock into her cleavage, squeezing the young girl's boobs together. Bethany admired how he wasn't afraid to handle his own cock or scrotum when administering satisfaction or pleasure. He had a way of looking so naturally masculine doing it, too. Those inept white boys she knew seemed inhibited about their own sexual organs, unsure how to really use what little they had. You might even say they were feeble or clumsy. Not Foley, he was proud of his generously endowed package and had an unsurpassed flair for making his conquest relish his touch.

Bethany remained in position as he fucked her chest. It wasn't the most stimulating experience, but she took pleasure from watching the amazing black mushroom head of his slick ten-inch cock peek out from between her two milky breasts with each upward stroke. Pearly drops of pre-cum coated the space between her fleshy mounds as he fucked them. His cock head swelled into an angry purple fist and was ready to spit. Between strokes he asked, "What do yo' want most in da world right now, slut?"

Without hesitation Bethany said, "That's easy...my mouth requires seeding. I want to eat you again, lover."

"If I lets yo' eats my jizz, will yo' promise to do somethin' fo' me?"

"Sure, Hun', anything. Just name it." she said, thinking he wanted more tit play or cocksucking.

"I wants to fuck yo' in the church yer daddy preaches in."

"Aaa...I can't do that. No way, Foley."

"Then no mo' cum fo' yo', bitch," and he pulled away from her breasts.

"NO! Please, please. Isn't there something else I could do? If we get caught, my parents would fucking totally freak!"

"I bets yo' kin think of a way...yo' a pretty smart girl...honor student, an' all, ain't cha?"

Thirsty for that grody load of black ball batter, she quickly mulled it over. "Well, my father is going out of town on Wednesday but we'd have to go at night because he's having a couple of hired hands buff the floor tiles during the day. I could cop my mom's key to the church door. What do think, Foley?"

"I think yo' better open yo' slut mouth right quick..." 

She knew the routine and cheerfully kneeled forward, resting on her folded legs to await her tongue sperming. She took his inflamed cock with one hand and stroked it. He smiled and moaned when she sucked on his cock head. Her tongue swirled around, sampling tangy flavors of his pre-cum, salt and sweat. When it began to pulse, he pulled out and jerked it himself and said, "Cup yo' hands together."

When Bethany brought her cupped hands together at the end of his black snake, he fired off an incredible series of cum wads, producing a huge puddle in the well of her hands. Looking up intently into his eyes, she dove her tongue and lips into her creamy delicacy, slurping up the hot viscous deposit like a puppy lapping up a saucer of milk. Still locked into his eyes, Bethany licked her hands and manicured fingernails clean, sucking off every bit of Foley's spermy essence. When she was finished, she stood up and unexpectedly burped. "Oh, excuse me," she blurted with a smile. The belch brought up a sharp sperm aftertaste and it tingled in her throat. It was nice, she thought to herself.

"Thanks for doing me right, Foley."

"Yo' is welcome, bitch. Just be sure to keep yo' part a de bargain on Wednesday. What say we make it 'round seven?"

"Seven sounds perfect, but could I ask you for just one more small favor before I leave? This may sound weird but I'd like to take a couple of your pubic hairs with me?"

"Say what, bitch?"

Seeing that Foley looked a bit confused, Bethany slowly reached out to him and gently ran her long-nailed fingers through his curlies, sifting out a couple loose hairs. She held them up between two glossy red talons. "You see, lover, the last time I sucked you off, one of these got stuck in the back my throat. On my way home that day I had trouble trying to bring it up--it just stayed put. I guess it seemed gross at first but I then realized I'd have to swallow it to clear my throat. It took some effort to get it down. I want to bring these pubes to school tomorrow and trap one in my throat while playing with the other in my mouth. This way I'll spend much of math class thinking only of your cock and not those fucking boring equations." 

Foley liked her demented idea. "Yo' sure a slut, fo' sure."

"A slut for your rockin' black cock, Hun'"

She placed the hairs in between the pages of her math text for safe keeping--which, as we know, was in her backpack all along.

WEDNESDAY WORSHIP

In Tuesday's math class, when no one was looking, Bethany did indeed stuff Foley's short hairs in her mouth and down her throat. She thought of nothing but his black cock while her tongue toyed with one hair and the other tickled her throat. Looking forward to Wednesday evening at the church, she knew he probably had a few special delights planned. She'd also been giving thought about their meetings.

Bethany had a new plan for her black lover. After school on Wednesday, with a few hours to prepare, she soaked in the tub, washed her hair, painted her toenails, douched, took an enema, applied her make-up, fixed up her hair, and dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans. She put some sexy clothes (the ones she hide from her parents) and a few other items in a carry bag. After pocketing her mother's church key, she told her she was going over a friend's to practice a new cheer routine.

It was a six-block walk to the church and she arrived a half hour early to change into her "fuck-me" clothes. She unlocked the main wooden doors and left one slightly ajar for Foley. 

Once inside the cool dark building, she entered the restroom in the foyer to change. She slipped her legs into fishnet nylons, her body into a short figure-hugging black dress, and her feet into black open-toed stilettos. She applied more make-up, outlining her lipstick and darkening eye shadow. She checked her manicure--ten perfect blood-red inch-and-a-half nails. Her two blonde hi-lites streaked through her brunette tresses, one on each side of her part, framing her devilishly gorgeous face. She pouted her cherry lips in the mirror and was satisfied she could get not only Foley's attention but, hopefully, cooperation.

Tonight she would ask him to lick out her asshole. At eighteen, she had never felt a tongue in it before and was very curious about the sensation. She loved the way he sucked her pussy until she creamed on his face and thought he wouldn't mind going a bit more south, after all, he showed no qualms about stuffing his mangy black monster cock down her throat or shooting off a cum shake for her to dutifully gulp down. Not that she minded him doing those things to her. Bethany hungered for those acts.

At seven, Foley drove his Lincoln Continental around back of the church and parked. He walked quickly up to the front door, and finding it ajar, walked in. He saw the light from under the restroom door. "Yo' making up yo' face, girl?" he asked.

"Be out in a minute, Hon'" came the reply. After making her final adjustments to nylons, hair, and whatnot, anxious Bethany made her entrance. Walking slowly through the parted pews, she found Foley sitting on a step in the middle of the altar. Her oozing sexual confidence immediately enamored him. The black dress fit her perfectly. She looked and walked like a model on a runway. "Good lord, girl, yo' one hot foxy lioness. I could just eat yo' up!"

"Thank you. I'm glad you like. You also look very handsome in your black slacks and black satin shirt. And speaking of eating me up," she said and knelt down to his level, "I wanted to ask you a question?"

He gently grabbed her head and tried to bring it to his crotch. She pushed him off, "Slow down, lover boy."

"Say what, bitch?!" 

"I have a question to ask."

"And yo' can't ask while yo' is suckin' on my damn cock?"

"Hey! Before the night is through I assure you I'll have done more than suck off that big untamed black cock of yours." she snapped. "Now what I'd like to know is, have you ever in your life kissed a woman's asshole?"

"I gets what yo' thinkin'. Yo' want ol' Foley to lick yo' asshole cuz yo' ain't never had it done befo' and yo' wonderin' what it's like. Yo' figure cuz I dun all those other nasty things to yo' that I wouldn't mind suckin' yer sweet ass. Well, little girl, let me tell yo,' I have tried it on a mighty fine black woman years ago. She had some sassy fine booty on her, sure enough. And clean and sweet as pie and let me tell yo' that don't matter none, cuz a asshole always tastes like an asshole, just as yo'd expect it would. No, sir, as fine an ass yo' got, I ain't lickin' none a dat shit."

"Listen, Hun', I kept my part of the bargain and got us in this church. And I spent the last few hours getting ready. I soaked in a tub, douched, and even gave myself an enema to be as clean as I could. Not to mention all the time I spent making myself up and sneaking in here. I don't think I'm being unreasonable and she cupped his balls through his trousers and tickled his nuts with her long nails. "All I'm asking is for you try. You can stop if it grosses you out, alright?"

"Well, yo' do sure 'nuff look good 'nuff to eat, can't argue dat!" and he stood up. She rose to her feet as well and he slipped his hand under her dress and discovered she wasn't wearing any panties. With her stiletto heels on, they were the same height. He slowly worked his fingers through her mound, fingering her moistening pussy. She brought her hands to his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. She put her tongue in his mouth and he sucked on it. "I'm gonna get yo' nice and wet. Lemme know when yo' asshole is ready," he said.

Bethany panted as he continued to finger her. "Yes...yes...I'll let...you know when...I'm ready...don't stop...," she replied, and reached down for his cock. She felt it's hardest through the fabric of his pants and instinctively unbuckled his belt and loosened his waist. Her pussy began to quake. Her legs began to buckle and in one quick motion, she collapsed to her knees, bringing his pants down with her. Her nails quickly dug into his underwear and she yanked them down as well exposing the subject of so many of her nightly dreams. His black cock was at attention and attention she was about to give it.

"Lover, my asshole is ready, but I need a quick fix first," and she took his cock in her hands, held it close to her face as if it were a shy helpless puppy (not to suggest that there was anything even remotely shy or helpless about Foley's black cock), and showered it with gentle yet passionate kisses. 

"I love (kiss kiss) this big (kiss kiss) black (kiss kiss) cock, Hun,' (kiss kiss) I love (kiss kiss) what it does (kiss kiss) to me, (kiss kiss) I love (kiss kiss) how it fucks (kiss kiss) my mouth (kiss kiss) and pussy (kiss kiss) and I love (kiss kiss) that it shoots sweet (kiss kiss) hot (kiss kiss) thick (kiss kiss) delicious (kiss kiss) manly (kiss kiss) cock paste."

So there she was, Miss Bethany Moline, on her knees yet again, this time before the altar blowing the black janitor of her high school in her daddy's church on the very spot the reverend had married dozens of couples--and loving every depraved minute of it! When Foley remarked, "That's it, yo' nasty bitch, worship yo' idol, suck my black cock," she uncontrollably creamed herself on the newly polished floor.

Using both her hands now to pump his mammoth log, she placed her tongue at the base of his mushroom to catch the precious pre-cum dripping from the leaky eye. She knew he'd be ready to burst soon. "Lover, my asshole is ready. How do you want it?"

"I wants yo' to finish suckin' me off, that's how I wants it, slut?"

She stopped jacking him. "Just hold off for a bit, Hun,' we have all night. I promise I'll being back to it, giving your sweet cock all the loving it deserves."

Reluctantly Foley complied. "Awright then, bitch, stand up, turn 'round and bend over." She did, presenting her healthy young derrière to him. Foley sat on the altar step and placed his hands on the sides her ass, lifted her dress and kissed her flawless bubble-butt cheeks. "Yo' sure smell good, I'll give yo' that, little girl."

With his hard-on still raging, he began at the top of her ass crack and licked her seam. "Oooooo...ooooo," Bethany cooed. Slowly he drew his tongue down, squeezing her buns together, teasing her. He saw how each of her cheeks dimpled and thought: Damn this is prime sweet meat.

He licked all the way down and then spread her buttocks apart with his hands and darted his tongue in the direction of her honey star. She indeed did have a wonderful scent. He kissed her fiery asshole. It had a spirited tang. Licking around it, he rubbed his face in her fleshy butt. "Oooooo...ooooo, lover do me do me right. Lick it, lick me, oooooo, make me cum...," she pleaded.

He hesitantly dipped his tongue in it like he was testing a pool's temperature and found it wasn't all that bad. He kissed and licked and sucked her hole with more fervor. His face was stuffed in her crack and for a few moments his whole world was nothing but sucking, kissing, licking, and breathing asshole. Bethany couldn't believe how good he was making her feel. "Fuck it with your tongue, pleeezzzee!" the young girl begged.

Foley jammed his tongue in, working it around. Bent over with her hands resting just above her knees, Bethany began to shake and her womanly juices spewed forth, cascading like a small rain storm, splashing onto the polished tiles. She screamed out ecstatically. His angry cock still seethed as he relished in the success of his task.

"Oh, baby, that was incredible," the breathless cheerleader said. "I hope it didn't taste too bad."

"Naw, yo' got a sweet hole. But now yo' gots some work to do here on my ol' johnson."

Turning, Bethany saw his threatening cock dripping pre-cum. Her mouth watered at the thought of wrapping her cocksucking lips around his black cobra. So delighted he had found pleasure in reaming her asshole, Bethany was now keyed up to re-pay him ten-fold.




Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 04



"Why don't you stand on the altar, lover, so I can kneel on the step and suck you?"

Once they were in position, she interlocked her hands in his and joked, "Look Mom, no hands!" He laughed. "I'm only using my mouth to get you off, okay?"

"Sure thing, slut."

Bethany took his menacing joy stick with gusto as he invaded her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth and worked her magic tongue on him. Together they moaned, enjoying each others flesh. His rocking motion quickened and she could feel the shaft twitch. She sucked harder and deeper--her saliva trailing off from her lips. 

Moaning, Foley gripped her hands tighter, closed his eyes and exclaimed, "I'm gonna blow!"

Bethany deep-throated him, trapping his jism piston deep in her esophagus. He uncontrollably shot six strings of cum directly down her throat and into her stomach. She took it like a trooper, not even flinching once. As she pulled off his black hose, gasping for air, his cock single-handedly blasted two more thick ropes of cum right in her face. After catching her breath, she took the black crown back in her mouth and nursed out any residual fluid.

Feeling satisfied, Foley opened his eyes from their blissful state, and, to his complete surprise, was shocked to see a black man standing in the front entrance--a bro who had obviously witnessed the scene. "Mutha fucker! Who the FUCK are yo', dog?"

"M...m...my names Levon, sir. I did some floor work here this afternoon and I left behind my work shirt. It's got my money in it so I thought I'd come to see if I could find it. The door was open so I walked in. Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you."

Bethany turned. Her cum-splattered face reddened with embarrassment. She wanted to crawl into a hole and just die but instead brought her hands to her face and ran off to her father's office near the side of the altar. 

"Damn, dog, yo' scared the girl and gave me the frights," Foley said pulling up his pants. "Where's yo' goddamn shirt?"

"Aaaa...I tossed it on one of the pews."

"Find it and git da fuck outta here, boy!

Foley made the twenty-two-year-old Levon feel like cowering labrador and quickly spotted his his shirt, apologizing once more as he made his way out the door.

Foley found Bethany in tears, sitting on a couch in the office. "I can't believe I forgot to lock the door. Now I'm found out--I'll be ruined," she cried out.

He pulled a couple of tissues from a box on the office desk and offered them to her. "Nots to worry, child." She wiped the tears and cum from her face. "What harm can come from dat boy. He don't know no one. He don't go to yo' school or nuthin', right? I wouldn't gets too worked up 'bout it. He didn't see yo' body either."

His logic seemed to made sense to her and she settled down a bit. "I better go lock up."

When she returned to the office she found Foley sitting back in the couch, naked. "You still want to have sex after that?" she asked, eyes in shock.

"Damns right! Way I sees it, yo' owe me a fuck. Our bargain was a fuck in yo' daddy's church. Now come over here and sits next to ol' Foley." 

She knew in her heart that Foley didn't really love her nor she him; they simply enjoyed each other's bodies. They were fuck buddies. It was strictly a sexual relationship. Bethany was still exploring the depths of her sexuality, having only recently discovered the joys of black cock worship.

She walked over hesitantly and sat. He placed a consoling arm around her and she rested her head on his left shoulder. He placed his hand on her upper thigh. She placed hers on his chest. Studying his flaccid cock, which had to be six inches long, seized her interest once again. It was bigger than her white boyfriend's when he was fully erect. Slowly she rubbed his chest hairs, then stomach, and finally brought her hand down to his crotch where his soft cock lay. Her long red nails gently scratched the shaft, encouraging it back to life. There was no doubt that she loved that black cock.

With her free hand, Bethany popped out a breast and held it for him to suckle. It was comforting having him nibble her nipple. When she made him fully hard, Foley made her to sit on his cock. He slouched down and she sat on it from behind. It easily slipped into her wet pussy. With her hands on his thighs for support, he held her hips and rammed her up and down on his ten-inch baby maker. She rode him wildly, moaning and nearly shrilling at times as orgasms approached.

Bethany concentrated on getting off, wanting to rid the distressing thought of being caught on her knees sucking off a black man. But at least it was another black man that saw them and not one of her white school friends. In a difficult world where interracial relations were still frowned upon, her reputation could be on the line if the word ever got out.

She wanted him to fuck her into oblivion as her ass cheeks slapped his thighs. Their coupling grew more aggressive as he thrust himself into her. She let out a high shrill, capping it off with a silent moan as she creamed her juices over his cock again and again. Foley had her stand and bend over while he slammed his way home into her well-fucked cunt, holding her hips steady. His back strokes nearly escaped her pussy lips as he did his best to deliver his full ten inches with every poke. His balls clanged against her flesh as her earrings swung in motion of their heated coupling. 

With a groan, he emptied his cum-filled ball sack into her, his nut juice splashing her inner walls, her most private places. He pulled her back down on him, carefully sitting back on the couch. With her pussy still filled with cock, she gyrated her hips down on him, her inflamed pussy tingling. He tweaked her nipples and she experienced another series of orgasms, although not as intense as the first.

When they disengaged, Bethany dutifully kneeled between his legs and wiped the nasty, foul-smelling instrument of bliss all over her face. "I'm a marked woman," she laughed, "I just love wearing your stink!"

For a short time they rested; Bethany with her face nestled in his crotch, and Foley with his head back on the couch's cushion, his hand caressing the young girl's tresses.

He said he wanted to see her gain soon and would slip a note in her locker with details. She couldn't help thinking of what he made her do in her locker just the other day. She smiled to herself. Yet Levon's intrusion laid heavy in her mind. 



Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 05



JUST ANOTHER SCHOOL DAY

The morning alarm clock woke Bethany from an uneasy sleep. Thursday, another routine school day on which she begrudgingly made her way to the shower, still sleepy-eyed in her jammies. The spray of hot water helped arouse her. A once meticulous student, she had less and less tolerance to her studies, contemplating instead on black cock.

After her shower and make-up ritual, the eighteen-year-old dressed in a short black skirt and a white button-down blouse and went to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. Her mother was seated at the table already half way through a cup of coffee and the paper's crossword puzzle.

"Morning, dear, would you like me to fix you some eggs?"

"No, mom, don't bother. I'll just have a bowl of cereal."

"It looks like rain this morning," Mrs. Moline said from the kitchen window as she rinsed out her coffee mug. No sooner had she made the statement, a thunderclap cracked near by. "If your father wasn't away with the car, I would have been able to drive you to school."

"It's okay, mom. I'll give Stacey a call. Her dad drives her in every morning. I'm sure they'll give me a ride."

But before Bethany had a chance to make the call, they heard a knock at the front door. "I'll get it," said Bethany.

She already had opened the door half way when she heard her mom say, "Oh, that's probably the workers your father hired to polish the church floor looking for their pay. I have the envelope your father left for them right here."

Bethany froze, spotting Levon standing on the doorstep. She could only hope he didn't recognize her. "Mrs. Moline?" he asked. 

"No. I'll get her...Mom!" said Bethany but not before noticing how attractive he was close up. Although he was extremely dark, he had a beaming smile and well-defined masculine features. 

Mrs. Moline approached. "Hello. I'm Mrs. Moline," she said and at that precise moment the sky opened up dropping sheets of rain.

"Hello, Mrs. Moline. I just stopped by for our pay," said the muscular twenty-two-year old, under cover of the porch ceiling.

"Sure. Here you go..." and she handed him an envelope, "Say, I wonder if you might do me a quick favor, Levon. My daughter needs to get to the high school and as my husband is out of town with the car, I wonder if you wouldn't mind dropping her off so she doesn't have to walk in this downpour rain."

Levon offered a warm smile and said it was no problem at all. He was on his way to meet his partner for coffee and would have to drive by the school anyway.

"Mom," insisted Bethany, "he doesn't have to take me. I can ask Stacey."

"Oh, don't be silly, this kind gentleman just said it wouldn't be an inconvenience. Now get your books."

"I'll be waiting in the truck," and he scooted off to the vehicle.

Bethany was trapped. She could only hope Levon didn't recognize her. Leaving the rest of her cereal, she gathered her notebook and purse and ran out to his truck, dodging the downpour as best she could.

"My name's Levon," he said.

"Bethany."

"Well, Bethany, you are a very pretty girl," he said while backing out of the driveway. 

"Thanks."

"What are your interests at school? I hope you plan to go to college."

"Yes. I like writing. Maybe teaching."

"Good for you. I thought maybe it was modeling. You must know that you're incredibly beautiful."

"I guess..."

"You look so different than you did last night."

Bethany's eyes widened. She turned her head in humiliation, face flushing red as she stared into the oncoming traffic, avoiding eye contact. "Don't be embarrassed, Bethany. I won't tell your parents." He turned off the road into an alley behind a vacant building a few blocks from the school.

"Where are you going?" she asked with a worried look in her face.

He parked behind the building as the torrential rain persisted. He turned off his wipers but let the engine idle. "We're just going to make a little detour. Now like I was saying, I won't tell your parents about last night, that is, unless you give me a headjob. You are such a hot looking white bitch that I can't pass up the opportunity. Now before you start getting crazy, I am not going to force you. I just know for a natural fact that once a white girl gets a taste if black dick, well, she finds that nothing else can satisfy her. And you sure looked satisfied last night.

"And that nasty-looking guy you were with at church, man, he didn't look like a boyfriend. I'm willing to bet you were there for one thing: black cock. You wanted it so bad you were willing to do him in your own daddy's church. What a deranged mind you have. I like how you think. Now, what I propose to do is to unzip my pants and pull out my goods. All I'm asking you to do is have a look. If after seeing it, you don't want to do anything, well, that'll be your call. We'll just forget about all this and last night. But I'm laying odds you're curious and may even want a sample. I could be is wrong, but I don't think so. Is it a deal?"

"All I have to do is look and you really won't tell if I decide not to go further? And you'll just drop me off at school and that'll be the end of it?"

"Yep. That's the deal."

She had to admit, he had peaked her interest. Black cock is all she seemed to think about lately. She had only seen a single black one in her young life and that was Foley's ten-incher. When would she get another chance to see one up close? How could she go wrong? 

"Alright, Levon, you have a deal. But no tricks!"

He unceremoniously undid his pants, lifted his ass, and pulled them down to his knees along with his underwear. The dampness of the outside air had caused the windows to fog up. She eyeballed his exposed black manhood in their clouded privacy. Although he was well-hung like Foley, his tool looked really gross. My God, she concluded, he was uncircumcised. She'd never seen one like that, black or white. It was gruesome sight.

He grabbed it with his hand and shook it a bit. "Well, Bethany, what do you think, I bet you never had your lips wrapped around anything like this before?"

"You got that right. It's the nastiest."

"Don't be so quick to judge a book by it's cover. You'll never know what you're missing unless you try it first. What do you think, care to have a taste?"

He had a point. She never dreamed she'd loved getting her faced sprayed with semen or her throat hosed down with cum from a black man. She had always found it an unpleasant task when she jerked off or blew her white boyfriend's pathetic little penis.

Bethany hesitated as her nostrils filled with his meandering musk. She could refuse to suck on it and still keep her secret. But then she knew if she didn't, she spend the next week wondering how it would have been or if it looked any better once it was hard or if all black men were as adept a cockman as Foley the janitor. She came to a decision.

"Oh, what the hell..." and she turned to him, taking his sheathed cock in her manicured fingers and rubbed it. Bending over with her knees up on the seat, she brought her head to his exposed crotch and opened her mouth. But before her tongue could have a lick he stopped her. "You have to say the words, Bethany. Tell me what you want."

Staring into his big eyes she hotly whispered, "I want to taste your grody cock. I want to suck on it," and her rouge tongue snaked out to lick the appalling foreskin. Not bad, she thought on first lick. She worked her tongue into the end of the foreskin and licked around the seam, stuffing her snooping tongue inside of it, seeking the elusive cock head. The aroma in the fleshy wrap of this black stranger was pungent. 

She cradled his loose balls with her free hand and yanked the foreskin down with the other, finally revealing the mushroom head. Surprisingly, it was lighter in color than the deep ebony of his balls and foreskin. Her red lips caressed the smooth head then gracefully engulfed it. Levon moaned, so sensitive to her attentive touch.

Soon she was taking this unfamiliar black cock deep in her throat, bobbing up and down, working his saliva-coated shaft. My god! The minister's princess loves it! Levon reasoned while watching her sloppily slobber all over his dick, aching for its release. For a full ten minutes in the alley behind an old warehouse, the Reverend Moline's first born daughter sucked and pulled, stroked and kissed, pumped and worshipped the giant uncircumcised joystick of a black man she had only met less than an hour ago--physically pleading with it to drain itself into her black cock loving mouth without ever once complaining. 

Damn, it must be true, she thought, black men have bigger penises. And if his load tasted anything like his pre-cum, well, it certainly wouldn't be wasted on the upholstery.

She began to tap his cock on her outstretched tongue and then without warning, overwhelmed him by taking it down her throat, in one of her most private places. The feel of the foreskin against her throat was exquisite. She drooled as her hot pussy itched in arousal. Wrapping her left hand around the shaft and tickling his hairy sack with her right, she jerked him boldly, wanting his seed and completely enjoying the effort to achieve it. 

She brought her face up to his for a moment and in a heavy breathless voice softly said, "I don't want you making a mess on my school clothes so you'll have let me know when you're going to cum, okay? I want to catch every drop of your load in my mouth."

"It won't be long now..." Levon strained.

She licked her lips and stuffed his cock deep in her mouth and throat. His big throbbing dick began shooting burst after burst of thick pasty cock glue into the cheerleader's welcoming mouth, christening her esophagus with jism from her very first uncircumcised cock. She accepted his liquid orgasm and swallowed the molasses-like evidence happily without losing a single drop. As usual, she creamed her panties as the gelatinous substance was propelled down her gullet. 

Bethany not only received an unexpected protein breakfast, she also received her answer! More proof for her hypothesis about black men have bigger cocks and sweeter tasting semen. Though, she knew, more research needed to be undertaken.

She came up for air, "Thanks for not making a mess."

"No, I think I should be thanking you. That was a fantastic suck-off."

"It was kinda nice, wasn't it?" she agreed, running her tongue over her lips.

He smiled and watched her squeeze more cum out of his softening shaft on to her hand like a tube of toothpaste. Licking her manicured fingers clean of all his gooey pudding, she confessed, "I just love a mouthful of black cock cum in the morning!"

By now the rain was nothing more than a light spray. Bethany wiped a small circle clear on the foggy window and peered out. "Levon, I think I'll just walk to school from here. Thanks for a hot breakfast and don't forget our deal!" she quipped and darted out of the vehicle.

"Hey, could I see you again some..." but Bethany swung the door shut on his words.

*********

BLIND ROBINS

Bethany had barely made it to school on time. She rushed to her locker for her English text and found the note Foley had slipped through a ventilation slot resting on the book. 

"Spend the day thinking of a special treat for me. I will take you to my crib after work where we can be alone to try it out. Meet me in the garage after last bell. Be careful." 

With her breath still burning from Levon's cum deposit, images of Foley's beautiful cock now crammed her mind. She had hoped to see him today--the possibility of having a second black dick in one day excited her. 

As she closed her locker, her boyfriend Michael walked up. They hadn't spoken in several days. He asked if something was wrong. "I've never been better, Michael. I've never felt more alive."

"You haven't returned my calls. I thought maybe you were angry with me. Would you like to go out for an ice cream and miniature golf tonight?"

She laughed to herself. Miniature, yeah, that sure described Michael's little pitiful fledgling of a "putter". "No, Michael, I'll be studying all night." Studying on how to satisfy a big fat black cock that is, she thought to herself. But better she set up a date to avoid any unnecessary suspicions. "How about tomorrow night, Michael?" she asked as she ran off to English class. "Sure. I'll call you," answered a disillusioned Michael.

The school day couldn't pass quickly enough for the black-cock obsessed cheerleader. She made mental notes of any salacious ideas came to mind. Later after last class, she went to the girl's lav for her usual day's end freshen up. She washed her face and re-applied her makeup. As she tied her brunette hair back into a pony tail, she finally decided on a sexy scenario that she thought they would both enjoy.

Like before, she waited for the school to empty out and then carefully proceeded to the garage, making sure she wasn't seen. She strutted with determination toward the garage, her short black shirt swinging under the direction of her confident fluid hips. She noticed Foley had parked his car in the garage but didn't see him. She looked in the vehicle. Nothing. Then the bathroom door swung open and out he came. "Aaaahhh, just tapped a kidney..." he remarked.

Bethany secretly wished he had waited. She would have loved to have held his cock again while he relieved himself just like that time she did it for him in the girl's restroom. It made her feel so sexy, so dirty, so womanly. "Hi, Hon,' I found your note," she said.

"Good. Yo' think up somethin' special for me?"

"Oh yes! I thought all day on it. You're in for a sweet surprise." She wanted to run into his arms but it was too risky with the overhead door still up.

"Good girl. Now we gots to git to my place so yo' needs to git in my car and keep outa sight. Yo' told yo' parents yo' gonna be gone for a while?"

"Yes, I called my mom and told her I wouldn't be home for a couple of hours."

"Cool."

Bethany sat in the passenger seat and ducked down. Foley started the car, drove out to the small lot, stopped, jumped out to press the button to close the overhead door, hopped back in and drove away. Bethany curled down comfortably into the seat and rested her head in his lap with her nose buried in his crotch. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...you smell so fucking good lover, I can't wait to take off your pants" and she rubbed her nose on his shaft as they drove down the street. 

Foley held the steering wheel with one hand and caressed her hair with the other. "Wouldn't it be fun to drive around town while I gave you head?" Bethany asked as she playfully bite his harden shaft through his pants.

"Slow down, girl. Maybe another time. It's too risky in daylight, especially for a black man."

Pulling into the driveway of his apartment, he brought his car around back and parked. From here they could quickly enter his back door without being spotted by nosey neighbors. He lived on the first floor of a two-story apartment house. The second floor was currently vacant.

They promptly entered the back door which led into a modest kitchen. Bethany could no longer contain herself and crashed into Foley's chest, kissed him hard and long while she raked her long red nails up and down his back. His hands mauled her sweet ass under her mini-shirt. He reached to unloosen her white button-down blouse and unhooked her front loading bra.

"Wait!" she said, realizing if they went a moment further, she wouldn't be able to control herself. Bethany gently pushed him away. "I have a surprise for you. Remember?"

"Aww...fuck that. I wanna see dem tits."

"All in good time, Hon'. Why don't you sit here and I'll get you a beer."

Foley reluctantly sat at the table. She went to the fridge and took out a bottle of beer for him. She found a large pint size glass in the cupboard. Perfect, she thought. Bethany brought them to the black janitor and set the glass down in front of him. She poured the beer in the glass.

"Now which way to the bathroom, Hon,' I wanna run a bath for you."

"Down da hall on yo' right," he said taking a sip of the drink. Bethany found the bathroom unexpectedly tidier than she thought it would be for a bachelor. It was small but functional--a toilet, sink, vanity, and tub. She got on her knees and turned the tap, checking it until the temperature was right. She lifted the drain stop lever and the water began to collect.

The room became damp and steamy as the water level rose. She went back in the kitchen to escort Foley to his bath. He had most of the beer down. "It's ready, lover," she said. She took his glass and led him in. 

After placing the nearly empty glass on the sink, she unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it off him as well as his undershirt. She had him sit on the toilet, knelt before him and yanked off his boots and socks. With nervous excitement, the eighteen-year-old beauty clawed his belt buckle and loosened his pants. Pulling them off, she then asked him to stand so she could remove his briefs. His semi-hard rod was a vista for her greedy eyes. With every fiber of will, Bethany held back the urge to devour it.

"Alright, Hon', please step into the tub and sit. He did and she turned toward the tub and positioned herself, still on her knees. "How' the water?" 

"Just right." He belched.

"Okay, here finish your beer..." she said, passing him the glass. He gulped the remains and gave it back to her. "Okay, now spread your legs, Hon', it's time for me to drink since you never offered me one," she quipped.

Bethany removed her blouse and bra, took the pint glass, reached over the side of the tub to his crotch and stuffed his oversized manhood in the angled glass. She shook it a bit, allowing his body's sweat to intermingle with the water. Then carefully taking the glass away, she was able to trap about half of a glassful. Flavored with his day-old crotch sweat, she parted her lips, brought the glass up to inspect in the light and noticed a couple of pubic hairs floating about. She smiled and drank the entire contents, pubes and all, in one gulp. Foley just shook his head, "Yo' is one nasty white ho'."

"Just one who's thirsty for black cock."

"Yo' damn straight..."

"Please stand up, Hon'," she said. He stood in the tub, water running off his body. She took a bar of soap and rubbed it in his crotch, working up lather on his pubic region. She stroked his cock with her hands until it was squeaky clean. "Now since I washed your dick for you, would you be so kind as to wash my face?" Bethany asked while looking up at him with a salacious grin. He took the hint and grabbed her by the ponytail, stuffing her face between his soapy legs, scrubbing her beaming mug with his sudsy short hairs, mammoth cock, and bushy balls.

When he was done, he sat back in the water. Bethany's eyes were tightly closed having a face full of suds. "I need to rinse this soap off. Is it okay if I immerse my face in the tub?" she asked feeling her way around, reaching over the tub and then finding, to her delight, his hard cock standing up out of the water. Blissfully, she bent way over the tub until she was able to engulf his black pride. 

It was her first taste of his freshly washed cock and it sure tasted different than all the times when she savored and licked its salty, sweaty essence. She took it deep until her face went under. She bobbed up and down, splashing her face in the water several times as his black cock jabbed at her throat until the soap slowly dissolved.

Her pussy grew wet. She stopped blowing him and stood up, wiping the water from her face with a towel. Quickly pealing out of her jeans, she joined Foley in the tub. Carefully, she crouched over him, her swollen pussy lips eagerly inhaled his aching cock. "Fuck me, Foley, make me scream!" She rested her forearms over his shoulders and slowly began kissing his lips until he allowed her tongue to explore his mouth. Soon they kissed passionately and deeply as she pounced up and down on him. The sensations in her pussy walls grew more intense with each slide down his incredible pipe.




Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 05



His bigness filled her tightness and she could only offer an open mouth now as it held a silent scream for his kissing lips. Her climax was imminent. She reached for his hand and brought it to her breast. He tweaked her nubile nipple and she came on an upstroke, gushing female fluid on his dickhead. Then her pussy dropped down again. And the cycle started all over again. Bethany came at least seven times...even she lost count.

Satisfied, she lifted herself off and sat back in the tub. His hard cock still stood out proudly and quite obviously ready for more. "Just give me a minute, Hon' and I'll finish you," she said panting a bit.

"Yo' mean yo' gots mo' to yo' plan?"

"Well, DUUUUHHH?! You haven't even given me your sperm. You really think that was it? C'mon, get up and let's dry off. I want you in your bed."

They both quickly dried each other and went to Foley's king-size bed. Bethany kneeled at the side of the bed while Foley rested his back on the mattress. She placed her head on his belly, looking to him and said she was going to give him the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. Turning her face the other way, she took his still rock hard cock in her right hand and gracefully began to pump it just inches from her eyes. It was so close her breath swirled around the shaft. He moaned. She used her other hand to massage his balls with her long manicured nails. 

"Suck it, slut. Suck my fuckin' cock," he demanded.

"Now, now, Hon,' behave. Just leave it all to me. I'll do you right."

She switched hands, still jerking pre-cum coated cock and moved her lips up to his. She kissed him, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. She sucked it like a cock and continued her handjob as he moaned in pleasure. He didn't know what he did in this life to deserve the undivided attention and body of a stunningly beautiful young white 18-year-old, but he wasn't about to think about too deeply.

She could feel his dick throb in her hands and knew he was getting close. She pumped him faster and then just as he was about to fire off, she turned to face his cock and squeezed the top of his shaft just below the head to stop him from cumming. His hips twitched several times but no sperm was released. 

Slowly she petted his dick until it calmed and then began her tug job again, building him toward another orgasm. She licked around his belly button as her long nails scratched his shaft and her free hand squeezed his nuts.

Moaning and aching for release, he was ready to cum. She repeated her technique again and squelched his orgasm for a second time. "Damn, bitch, I gotta get off. Whatchu doing to me?"

"Relax lover. You're in good hands." Bethany very gently caressed his abused cock and balls until she felt he was ready for a third attempt. She brought her mouth to his again and sucked his tongue while she relentlessly stroked his cock. It really swelled in her hand now. She stopped every so often to dig her nails in and he seemed to enjoy it. 

"Ahhhhh...I...gonna..." and before he could get all the words out, Bethany brought her gorgeous face to his cock. She rested the side of her head on his belly just above his pubic hair line. Then wrapped her lips around his mushroom crown while the index finger of her left hand lay parallel atop his shaft. She had the finger in her mouth as well as her long nail scratched at the tender skin just below the cock head. It acted like a trigger, stimulating his cock like never before. 

He couldn't hold back any longer and exploded, as she had promised, with the most intense orgasm of his life, unleashing into her black-cock trained mouth, an enormous bounty of ghetto splooge. So much so, in fact, that some leaked out of her lips before she could swallow it all down.

During this, Bethany felt the strength and force of the cumshot as it erupted into her mouth like an active volcano, hitting her tonsils and throat walls over and over until she couldn't quite handle her copious reward.

"Damn, bitch, where yo' learn to do dat?"

"Oh, just something I picked up from a web blog," she coyly said while lapping up cum that had dripped on his belly. "But that's not all of the surprise..."

"I love it. Yo' got mo' fo' me?"

"Yes, I told my mom I was sleeping over at a friend's house so we could study for a test. We'll have the whole night together and I want you to have me as many times as you'd like, any way you want it."

"Yo' gonna let me do anything I want?"

"Yes. But I'd be grateful for a couple more mouthfuls of cum before the sun comes up."

"Come up here, girl."

Bethany laid her naked body on top of his in the bed and they kissed. He didn't at all seem shy about kissing the lips of a girl who just took his load and swallowed it. What a man he was, she thought to herself.

"I'm all yours, Hon,'" she whispered in his ear as his wondering hands explored her body. Their lovemaking was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Who could that be?" asked Bethany.

Foley turned to the clock on the nightstand. "Oh, shit, it's my bowling partner. We were supposed to hit the lanes tonight. Stay put. I'll be back."

Foley found his pants and quickly slipped into them. He opened the door. "Hey, Monty, s'up blood?"

"Yo Fol', same shit. Ready to hit the lanes?"

"Well, maybe I got a better idea. How's this sound..."

After a short conversation, Foley walked back to bedroom. "Hey, slut, yo' wanted another mouthful of jizz, I thinks my friend would be happy to accommodate. Yo' game?"

Bethany lay in bed with a sheet over her. "So you're asking me to suck off a complete stranger? Some guy I never before met?" she said with a deceitful tone in her voice.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Is he black?"

"Yes he is, very black."

"You know, if that's the case, you didn't even need to ask. Bring it on! Just one thing, though. Could I be blindfolded, Hon'? I'd like to do it without ever knowing who I sucked off. Wouldn't that be a hoot?"

"Oh, so yer a Blind Robin girl," laughed Foley pulled a bandana from his drawer and tied it tightly over her eyes. "Can yo' see?"

"Not a thing," replied Bethany.

"Awright, git down here on yo' knees and have yo' mouth wide open and ready for Monty. We'll be right in."

"Hey, Foley, what's Blind Robin?"

"That's when a ho' wears a blindfold and sucks a roomful of cocks then tries to guess who each one belongs to."

Wow, what a concept, she thought. She would probably never try that and yet she could barely believe she was about to taste her third black cock of the day. In fact, her third black cock ever. Her excitement rose, her body felt all pumped up like a caffeine high. She hoped he would be able to give her a thorough throat thrashing. She really ached for a first-rate face-fuck.

The men found Bethany in heat, sucking on two of her fingers. "Here's the slut I was tellin' yo' 'bout. Ain't she a gorgeous piece of white ass?"

"You weren't kidding, she sure is Foley. Those are the most perfect tits I ever saw."

"Thank you!" Bethany said and grabbed each breast with her hands and squeezed them.

"And the bitch just loves suckin' cock, but only black cock, ain't that a fact, bitch?"

"Mmmmmmm...it is! It truly is!! There's nothing quite like having my mouth crammed with a black cock and working it up to shoot a hot load of gooey spunk down my throat. Damn, I'm jonesing for more sperm. I haven't had any supper so I hope you both can whip up huge batches to satisfy my hunger. Ahhhhhhh..."

"Well, Monty, I thinks she ready for yo'."

"And you mean to tell me she does this for free?"

"Not fo' free, Monty. Yo' gots to pay her cum."

Monty smiled and walked to the kneeling cheerleader and stuffed his limp cock in her salivating open mouth. "Let it get hard right in your mouth. Don't take it out or suck it. Just play with my balls and my cock will grow right down your throat. Pretend it's a big throat lozenge. "

Bethany anxiously gobbled up the four flaccid inches of his meat. She gently caressed, tugged, squeezed, and scratched his balls with her hands and long manicured nails to stir his limpness to hard excitement. Feeling it come to life, her saliva drooled in strands to the floor. With her lips pressed into his short hairs, the head of his cock swelled and began submerging its way into her throat. The black cock seemed to have a mind of its own, growing nearly effortlessly, and driving blind into the dark gorge of her gullet. 

Having her throat packed with black dick was pure heaven; her lips uncontrollably smiled around the root of his shaft. She was proud and overjoyed having captured her third black dong of the day. Attempts at slurping up her drool proved difficult as her stimulated glands couldn't stop producing saliva.

Monty was fully hard now and yanked on her ponytail to withdraw his cock. She took the opportunity to draw in as much of her saliva as she could. His cock glistened with her spit. It was long and smooth with a couple of protruding veins. The shaft and the head were both midnight black. If she were able to see it, she would have thought it the most beautiful cock ever. It stood out pompously at nine inches and if she had a tape measure she would have been able to calculate her total black cock intake for the day--29 inches.

Bethany took her hands and stroked it as Monty moaned, "Ooooooo that feels goooood. Do you mind if I take the blindfold off?"

"Yes I do. I do not want to see your face. I will ruin the whole act for me."

"But I want to see your eyes when I fuck your face?" Monty insisted.

"What if I draw all da curtains an' blinds, close da door, an' let Monty shine a flashlight in your face?" suggested Foley. 

"Yeah, I think that would be good. But hurry," said Bethany, "I'm burning for that black cock."

As the young cheerleader two-handed Monty's nine inches, Foley found a flashlight and darkened the room. Holding the flashlight, Monty aimed it at the preacher's daughter's angelic face while Foley untied the blindfold. Still stroking his slick cock, Bethany begged with squinting eyes, "Please think of your cock as a plunger and my throat as a clogged drain that needs clearing. Please do me," and she beamed a pearly grin, looking up into eyes she couldn't see but knew were staring down at her.

Monty took her ponytail in his hand and thrust his hips forward forcing his slippery black eel into her open mouth. It slid easily down her throat as she readily accommodated his length. He pounded it down in an unmerciful face-fuck of such force and abandon that the young vixen reached new heights of sexual ecstasy. This was more than she had hoped for. Her eyes and mouth watered freely as she gagged on his black serpent yet he allowed her only a quick breath between thrusts before his flesh wand returned to assaulting her esophagus.

Foley walked behind her and took her arms in his hands and held them behind her back. She was completely helpless to Monty's rude abuse of her throat. And as only black cock could do, she came three times in succession without ever touching herself. The short and sweet of it, Bethany was in absolute bliss.

After about twenty plunges down Bethany's throat, Monty pulled out and stroked himself. "Damn, that's a stubborn clog don't you think. Foley?"

"It sure is."

"Guess I'll have to plunge it harder, huh?"

Bethany, gasping for air as her bountiful breasts heaved on her chest with each breath, widened her eyes in delight. "Yes...yes..." was all she could manage to say. 

The nine incher burrowed deeply again in her throat. He held her down on it and repeated short, quick jabs in her gullet. She squirmed and coughed it up, fighting for breath. "Again..." she said. And they repeated the jabs. This time she brought up some bile with a cough.

"There it is Foley, I think I got it all plunged out now. Good Girl."

Bethany smiled and shoved his dick back down her throat. She coughed another time but soon learned to take his aggressive cock by completely relaxing her throat muscles and giving herself to it unconditionally. Her drooled freely ran down her chin and on her breasts but most had collected into a puddle on the floor before her. There was also a puddle of her cum under her legs which had leaked through her panties.

They got into a steady rhythm of mouth-fucking and he told her to look up at him. He said he liked to look into a bitch's eyes when he came in her mouth. "Foley why don't you let go of the ho's arms. She wants the jizz so much let's let her do the rest of the work herself and jerk me off."

Foley released her and the black-cock obsessed girl immediately clutched the 34-year-old's cock with both hands and began whacking it off. Her long nails quickly became slick with pre-cum and spit. They looked almost pornographic wrapped around his snake, furiously and desperately pumping him off.

"Give me a big load, Hon'--I'm really hungry," she said looking up to him although all she could see was the flashlight. 

He began to buck and soon expelled huge gobs of spunk into her face. Bethany never flinched as his cum splashed on her nose, open mouth, eyes, forehead, chin, and even in her hair. She took the rest of his ejaculation right in her mouth. He pulsing continued until she had about half a mouthful which she gratefully swallowed. He kept the light on her as she carefully collected the thick wads of joy on her face with her fingers and licked them clean until she had eaten all of his load.

"Delicious. What an incredible load of cum, Monty. And thank you, that was the best face-fuck I've ever had. My throat will be sore for weeks! I love it!"

"Glad to give it to you," said Monty, "but I'm gonna head down to Amber Lanes now. You coming Foley," and he clicked off the flashlight and reached for his pants. Bethany closed her eyes, not wanting to see his face.

"I'll be back in a couple hours, bitch. Why don't yo' wash up and when I git back I'll fuck yo' all night long," Foley suggested.



Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 06



A freshened Bethany sat on the couch watching TV awaiting Foley's return from the bowling alley. She'd spent the last hour and a half bathing and preening herself up for her black lover. She was meticulous about her grooming, as her fellow classmates at high school knew all too well. She managed to wash the cum out of her hair and combed it back to life even though she didn't have all her beauty aids with her.

At eighteen, she didn't need much work at the vanity mirror to get men's attention, yet she painstakingly applied her makeup, taking nothing for granted. Foley was due back around 10:30 and she didn't want him to become bored with her. She absolutely loved getting blacked and simply adored servicing Foley's brazen black throat plunger. 

Earlier she had downed two copious loads, one offered by Foley and one donated by his bowling partner--a black man whose face she had never even seen. It was such a nasty session--getting face-fucked to oblivion while wearing a blindfold and then eating the stranger's massive cum wad. Just thinking about it caused her pussy to tingle.

While waiting, she decided to pass the time by changing the lacquer color on her long sensuous nails. Retrieving a bottle of polish remover from her purse, she began the mundane task. As the television played, she wiped off all the blood red shade and re-painted them a slick silvery pearl. Manicured to perfection, they proudly shimmered with elegance as she shook them in the air to dry.

It was now 11:30 and Bethany had fallen asleep on the couch to some lame MTV program waiting for Foley. When he walked in at around 12:15, he found her in her lacy bra and panties, curled up on the couch. He tenderly picked her up in his arms and quietly brought her into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. She was startled awake in a bouncy rebound as Foley laughed, enjoying the view of her huge knockers bobbling in the fall.

"You bastard!" she shouted. But before she could protest any more, he dove between her legs, removed her panties and began sucking her sweet young cunt.

His experienced tongue lightly circled her clit as her breath and heartbeat slowly increased in response. Using two fingers to probe her fleshy folds, he continued to lap and suck her teenage essence. As she became wet, he pushed his fingers in her while teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her hips rose off the bed and she began to gush, forcefully shooting her womanly fluids out, soaking the bed sheets and moaning uninhibitedly. He manically rubbed her pussy and she came again and again until, squirting as she cried out, "No more, no more..." When her breath returned to normal she thanked Foley for the best orgasm she ever had.

Now on his back, she crouched over his thighs while facing him and began massaging his manhood. "Even though you made me wait so long tonight, I'm going to treat you a special hand job because you made me cum so fucking hard," she said and firmly clutched his huge black nuts with one hand while raking his shaft with the long slivery talons of her other.

"Ooooo, that feels good. I loves bein' in yo' hands..." Foley exclaimed. Knowing he liked the feel of her nails on his cock and balls from previous encounters, Bethany made his black demon grow uncontrollably hard with her practiced manipulation. As she continued to "torture" his pleasure giver by digging polished claws into his most sensitive flesh, she'd sometimes pinch the thin skin at the underside of his pole and tug or roll it between her fingers; other times she'd scratch up the entire length then firmly sink her nails unexpectedly into him until his cock twitched. 

When she began stimulating his balls with very aggressive tickling, he nearly went over the edge and grabbed her arm to stop. Concerned, she released her grip on him. Bethany removed her bra and as he instinctively reached to caress her huge soft orbs of delight, she quickly wrapped her bra tightly around his wrists, tying them.

"Wha'up wit' dat?" he questioned.

"Just relax," Bethany said and bent his arms back into his chest, "and enjoy." Soon enough her nails were back into his defenseless flesh, showing no "mercy."

"You like how my nails feel?"

"Oh, yeah. Dey really make me hard. I wanna cums so bad."

"Good." She deliberately dragged them slowly and deeply up and down his spongy shaft, causing him to moan and squirm in ecstasy. His pre-cum had oozed out and she used it to moisten her fingertips as a natural lubricant. She teased him relentlessly, often slowing her technique just as he was about to reach new heights.

As we all know, Bethany was the type of girl who always took the time look her best in every way. Her allure was something she treasured. From styled hair, perfectly applied make-up, fashionable clothes, sexy shoes, to her exquisitely manicured fingernails. Most men probably didn't even bother looking at a girl's nails, yet she was proud of her inch and a halfers. Now she thought she might have figured out why so many women donned long nails. And she was eager to test her theory.

Bethany was going to treat him to her inaugural "nail job."

Foley grew impatient. He knew he was fortunate to have a sweet young white slut like Bethany at his disposal and yet he couldn't help acting like she was more trouble than she was worth. "Come, bitch, let's get this fucker off, I ain't gots all night!"

"Hang in there Foley, you'll nut when I'm ready for you to nut," she said, enjoying the control she held over him and took his aching cock in one hand while tugging on his huge sack with the other. Then she wrapped her left hand around the base of his shaft while her index finger of her right hand rubbed his pee-hole. She teased it by gently scratching the slit with her nail. The mushroom head reacted, swelled and produced a tear of pre-cum. Then she tapped the shaft with the nails of her left hand and it grew even more. She laid his cock against his belly and dug her nails into its underside. She pinched certain areas and he deeply groaned, "Ohhh that's a girl..."

Pre-cum seeped out like never before and she had difficulty holding back the urge to lap up the sweet-tasting secretion. But this was a nail job and she wanted to get him off without using her mouth. For about ten minutes she continued her technique of scratching, pinching, clawing and massaging his helpless black monster until he could barely stand it any longer. 

Now ready to send him over the edge, she began jerking him off with her left hand while her index finger of her right hand again poked around his cock slit. He was close. She made the "thumbs down" sign with her right hand, held it directly over his raging hard-on and slowly brought her thumbnail toward the slit, matching its horizontal position. 

"Ho now, watcha doin' bitch!" Foley cried out, grabbing her fist.

"Trust me lover, I wouldn't dare think of injuring you. Not this precious black cock that has given me so much pleasure. I'll be careful."

She momentarily stopped jerking him off so she could carefully insert the tip of her thumbnail into the slit of his cock. She worked it in about a quarter inch. The cock jumped up like it wanted to take off. Holding her nail securing in him, she began stroking him off again. Foley was writhing in pleasure until it became too much for him. 

"Arrrghhh!!!" he screamed, pushing her hands off his pride and joy. She freed his tied wrists. He grabbed his throbbing cock and whacked off, splattering thick gobs of semen on her smiling face. His cum splashed across her cheeks like sleet crashing on a windshield. Wave after wave spewed forth on her nose, forehead, eyes, and lips until that gorgeous white face was completely decorated in it. It was his masterpiece, as never before had he had an orgasm like the one young Bethany just conjured up for him. Never before had he squirted out so much cum. 

So thick was his discharge that it remained frozen on her glistening face like frosting. She felt so alive and confident, proud that her new technique was a success. She was so pleased being a canvas for his cum that she got off the bed and walked over to a mirror by the door. "My Lord, Foley, what a humongous load! My entire face is covered. I look like I've been hit in the face with a cream pie! You're a fucking artist. I sure hope you enjoyed it. I can barely wait for you to 'paint' me again."

"Oh, I gotta feelin' I might have enjoyed it a little bit more, you little bitch," he said still catching his breath.

Bethany rubbed his spunk into all the pores and crevices of her angelic face with her fingers like it was a nutritious skin lotion. She was beginning to believe it made her face look creamier and smoother. As Foley quietly lay in bed, she meticulously sucked each of her sticky fingers clean of his prized goo--never one to waste a precious drop of his sperm. 

Noticing his high-octane cock hadn't yet deflated, she got down off the bed and to her hands and knees on the floor. "Come on Foley, do me doggie while I'm still wet."

Foley jumped down behind her and rubbed his black joy stick in the inviting crack between her soft upturned globes of ass. He leaned over her, taking her fleshy breasts in his large workman's hands and gently squeezed them. She felt exquisite against his body. "Stick me, Foley, plow your big black cock in my pussy. Fucking ride me all night long!" Bethany demanded.

Foley leaned and whispered in her ear: "If I do, will yo' promises to do something for me?"

"Yes, yes. Anything you want, just give me every inch of your cock right fucking NOW!!!"

"Yo' gots it, bitch!" and Foley's cock slid in her dripping pussy like a thumb into a pursed mouth. He took her hair in both his hands and pulled it back taunt until she screamed. The dried cum on her face tingled and gently pulled on her skin. He rammed his mammoth snake into her with abandoned inhibition. Over and over his hard, vein-pulsating cock pounded her into black ecstasy. Their rampant fucking made a pfftt! pfftt! sound as his entire cock butted into her and his balls clashed against her muff. She was getting his full length and loving it.

This young white girl of eighteen years began cumming with such intensity, her sex juices expelled their way out around his manhood. She virtually exploded. If her pussy had a voice it would be screaming wordless delight.

Many mature women twice her age have never experienced the extreme heights of orgasms Bethany reached with Foley's black cock. Did she realize how fortunate she was to be privy to such pleasure? At such a youthful age, she probably didn't.

As Bethany panted in breathless waves of bliss, Foley closed in on his own orgasm. He stabbed his ten inches into her deepest, most private place and fired his hot eruption of male lava, filling her pussy to overflowing. She was down on her elbows, her cum-crusted face resting on the floor rug, as he massaged her breasts while emptying himself completely into her. She actually felt his sperm splash against the walls of her vagina and moaned softly, almost purring like a sated feline.

When he was content, he withdrew and sat at the edge of the bed. Bethany looked up and saw their mutual juices glistening on his still erect cock. It looked too sweet to pass up. She rose and squatted before his crotch. "May I be allowed clean up privileges?" she coyly asked. He nodded.

Opening wide, she slowly engulfed his black cock, stretching her lips down its length to his balls. Tightly wrapping them around its circumference, she carefully worked her way back to his cockhead, collecting their cum juices with her firm lips. It was by no means a mouthful, but it did have a tangy taste that was good enough to swallow. And then, still squatting before the seated janitor, Bethany squeezed the running cum out of her pussy into her hand. What she couldn't hold spilled to the floor. She did manage to get an entire palmful into her waiting mouth which she devilishly lapped up while staring into her fuck buddy's eyes.

Her tongue tidied up her hand and painstakingly licked each finger, crevice and nail until it was devoid of any spunk. "Now, what was it you wanted me to promise?" asked the curious cheerleader.

"Well, it's late now and we really should get some sleep. I'll tell yo' 'bout it in the mornin'."

"I can barely wait!" said the eager cum-slut and she shot up to the bathroom where she washed her sperm-dried face. Returning to the bedroom, she found Foley on his back fast asleep. She carefully and gently slipped in, rested her head in his chest and cradled his prized balls in her long-taloned hand. 

When she woke to the six o'clock sunrise breaking through the curtains, they were in nearly the same position. The bed sheet had been kicked to the floor during the hot night. She could clearly see his naked body awash in morning rays of sunlight. He was rock hard. Unbelievable, she thought, does he wake every morning with a full hard-on? She reached to touch it and teased it a bit with her nails. It jumped and pulsed. Foley woke. "Careful girl, dat's a piss hard-on."

"A what?"

"After a night's sleep, sometimes mens find demselves hard but needin' to piss real bad first thing in the mornin'."

"Really? It looks so angry. Do you mind if I have a bit of a suck before I get ready for school?"

"Sure, be my fuckin' guest!"

Bethany took her sunrise surprise in her hand and slid her head down Foley's belly. His black spear unexpectedly sizzled to her touch. Admiring its magnificence in the sun's radiance, she smiled knowing this was the earliest time of day she had ever been with a cock. "This is certain to kill my morning breath..." she quipped and opened wide to accept the daybreak treat. Immediately she discovered the rank flavor his unwashed cock had from fucking her all night. Yet she stayed with it and licked its entirety, still spellbound from waking to a vibrant erection.

She cupped his huge balls firmly and slid up on her knees. Bobbing her head up and down, she turned "a bit of a suck" into a full-fledged blowjob show. She pumped it as she sucked and Foley's breath deepened. "Baby, I gots to pee real bad now. Let me gets up and go."

"Only if you'll let me assist you; I love being in its presence and watching it perform."

Foley quickly hobbled to the toilet with Bethany soon behind. He aimed is rigid member at the bowl, pushing it downward with the tips of his fingers. "May I?" asked Bethany, reaching her hand out toward his cock. He nodded and she wrapped her fingers around it, pointing it at the water. His piss fired out strong, steady, and pungent. She had done this for him once before and enjoyed it very much. The toilet water turned a golden-yellow as it splashed in making bubbles. She shook the last few drops off as the current waned.

He remained hard and Bethany fell to her knees still holding his irresistible cock. "I've got to have a mouthful," she pleaded, staring directly at the cock eye. "It's too tempting not to kiss it and suck...hummmmph..." and Bethany just engulfed it again right there in the bathroom. She'd sucked him off so many times one would think she might have tired of it. Nevertheless, she remained enamored to it, a slave for its delicious emissions of potent black man juice.

"Lover, I don't have a lot of time, so could you nut off quick and give me my mouthwash," she suggested as she lapped his balls, "jerk it off for me, baby." She sat back and played with her tits, putting on a titty show for him. He pistoned his own cock with his hand and soon enough pre-cum began to string down the head. Bethany caught the string with her tongue and twirled it around to capture it all.

She looked up into the ugly and bumpy face of her black fuck buddy and smiled, pursing her lips, making lewd motions with her tongue. "Give me my cum! Cum for my baby--shot it in my dirty slut mouth!"

Foley stopped pumping for a second, brought the head of his labored cock to her outstretched tongue and delivered her request. The head swelled and fired six mammoth loads of fresh nut cream into her mouth. She had to swallow them done quickly or risk losing them. "Mmmmmm, thank you lover. You made it worth getting out of bed this morning. I'm not going to brush my teeth today so I can have you on my breath again today at school." 



Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 07



"I've got to hurry now, check in with my mother, take a shower, and get my ass to school," said the beautiful eighteen-year-old cheerleader, with Foley's cum still fresh on her breath. Bethany had never sucked off a cock that early in the morning before. It seemed like such a delightful and demented way to begin the day. If only she could wake to a black cock pointed in her face every morning, she mused, life would be so much more exciting!

Eager to hear the "blind" promise Foley made her agreed to do during the heat of their lustful encounter, she quickly phoned her mom on her cell to let her know she wasn't going to stop home. Yesterday she had lied to her, saying she'd be at a sleep-over at girl friend's house. She couldn't possibly tell her the truth--that she'd really be relishing black cock all night. Hell, they were Christians and her father a reverend, no less. 

"So, Foley, what exactly did I promise you last night while you crammed me with your cock?" she asked while making her way to Foley's bathroom for a shower.

"Well, it's all explained here in dis envelope. I'll leave it on de kitchen table for yo'. Yo' kin look it over on yo' way to school. I gots to git myself to work right quick--be sure to locks de door, girl," and he scooted into to some work clothes and was practically out the door without ever brushing his teeth or washing.

The hot water felt heavenly falling on her voluptuous body. As she lathered off the night's sweat and cum from her skin and hair, she wondered what could possibly be in that envelope. Whatever it was, she hoped it involved being Foley's cum-rag again; having his stink on her breath made her feel utterly sexy. Her tongue was still finding little pockets of his cum between her cheeks.

After her shower, she dolled and preened herself. She retrieved a clean but punky-looking black t-shirt from her bag although she had to don the same underwear and skirt she wore yesterday. Once she was satisfied with her make-up and hair, she went to the kitchen and opened the envelope. It read:

"You have been selected for a six-month membership as an intern with the Black Bowling Congress, a group of four black men who invite you to engage in mutually agreed upon liaisons upon our request. When summoned, you will be instructed where and when an encounter will occur. You must then immediately set off to meet the member and follow his directives completely and willingly. Failure to do so will result in expulsion from the Congress and you will never again be allowed to meet with any of the members.

By signing below, you agree to (1) avail yourself to the members anytime your services are requested; (2) become unattached, meaning no boyfriends, husbands, fuck buddies, etc.; (3) appear sexy, clean, and elegant when presenting yourself to a member; (4) provide all members with your cell phone number; (5) not sleep or have sexual relations with anyone else while under contract.

The senior members (Foley, Monty, Virgil, and Ty) agree to (1) allow you to service and satisfy our sexual needs; (2) allow yourself to be video-taped during an encounter, if so instructed; (3) occasionally pay you for beauty salon visits, if a member makes an appointment for you; (4) keep our relationship a private matter, if you so request; (5) under no circumstances must you accept payment for your services.

It is understood that no contact with any of the parties will be made until on week has passed from the date of the contract.

It is also understood that either party may void this contract at any time and parties may mutually elect to re-new member at six-month intervals."

Bethany was shocked at what she'd read--shocked and elated like someone who just learned they'd won the lottery. She could scarcely believe her good fortune and quickly took a pen from her purse, signed and dated contract, provided her cell phone number, and checked the box requesting privacy. 

The possibility of serving cocks of additional black strangers left her with a smile as wide as her pending "black" future. But could a jism junky like her bear a week without getting blackened? She was determined to hold out.

Leaving the contract behind on Foley's kitchen table, she scurried out of the apartment with a new bounce in her step and managed to beat the late bell. Her first order of business was to deal with Michael. She knew he'd be calling her soon. 

As they shared the same lunch period, she planned to take care of it then. It went better than she had thought, explaining to Michael, with Foley's cum still pungent on her breath, that she needed more time for her studies and wanted a break things off for a while. It's not like it came as a complete shock to him--he had sensed some distraction on her part but remained clueless of her lustful black cock cravings.

It was a difficult week for her. Black cock dreams once again filled her lonely nights as her hunger grew more and more intense and impatient. Masturbation simply could not provide the satisfaction she needed. That could only be had by submitting to the sheer power and masculine dominance of a black cock. Her needs went unquenched. 

Seeing Foley pass by in the school hallways was painful. Hwr knees would buckle and she would have to catch herself. By week's end she had become so fixated on black cock and lack thereof, she actually entertained the notion of rushing to Foley the next time she saw him school, and risk her reputation by dropping to her knees and blowing the janitor right in the hallway, even as fellow students and teachers passed between classes. She never knew frustration like this. But the contract rules strictly forbade any contact until a week had passed.

Finally, after a seven day hiatus, just as she was stepping out of the shower, her cell rang. She didn't recognize the number displayed but quickly answered it while toweling herself off. "Hello," she said with a hint of anticipation in her voice.

"Hello Bethany. This is Montezuma Vesuvius. You may remember me as Monty. I would like to see you in one hour--at 7:30. Drive or take a cab to my address at 437 Cherrywoods Lane. I'll pay for the taxi, if necessary. See you then." and he hung up.

Her heart became a Broadway musical on opening night--pounding, dancing almost bursting from her chest. He was the black stud she orally serviced at Foley's house while she wore a blindfold. She was never properly introduced to him although her tongue and his sperm were on very intimate terms.

The young brunette's anxiety had her shaking with expectation of being on the receiving end of that deliciously aggressive black cock again. She had difficulty applying her eyeliner and crimson nail polish, often missing her mark, as she daydreamed about their last encounter. She wanted to look ultra-sexy for him and took the time to get everything right. 

Remembering that he had commented on her boobs, she decided to accent her nipples with a bit of rouge. She slipped into skin tight jeans that showcased her delectable ass and tossed on a red low-cut spaghetti string top, over which she put on white button-up blouse to conceal the revealing top from her parent's eyes. After fixing her hair, she dipped her toes into her black pumps and set out to ask her parent's for the car.

They were in the living watching television. "Mom...Dad, is it okay if I take the car to meet some friends for coffee?" she asked.

"Will you be long?" asked her father, the reverend.

"Maybe an hour or hour and a half."

"As long as you're back by ten. Remember it's a school night."

"I know. I will. See you later."

It was about a ten minute ride to the new sub-division and Cherrywoods Lane. Bethany found the address quickly enough, parking in the driveway. She took a deep breath and walked up to the imposing front door. She found an envelope on the doorstep with her name on it. The note inside instructed her to walk in, close and lock the door, and go directly to the kitchen. It was a beautiful home, immaculate, well furnished, and distinctive. The ceilings were high and the house still smelled new.

She found Monty sitting in a chair at the kitchen table, drinking a glass of wine. He wore a ski mask over his head, no shirt, and jeans. "Welcome," he said, "I thought I'd wear a mask as you seemed to enjoy it last time."

"Yes," she replied, and removed her white blouse to reveal her low-cut top.

"Tell me, Bethany, when was the last time you were pleasured by a cock?"

"Too long. A week ago."

"And how long since you've had that honor of being in the presence of a black cock in the flesh?"

"The same, one week. I only pleasure black cocks now."

"Excellent."

Monty stood and faced her, handing her a bag. "I bought these for you..." She approached and reached out but he pulled it away at the last second. "First I have another question. How did you get here?"

"I drove."

"Good."

He handed her the bag. Inside she found carpenter's kneepads. "Try them on," Monty suggested as he placed her keys in a drawer and locked it.

She attempted to get the Velcro straps around her knees but was all thumbs when it came to working the intricacy of adjusting them properly. "Here, allow me..." and Monty knelt before the voluptuous cheerleader and secured them to her both her knees. "Try kneeling to see how they fit."

She quickly knelt down as her knees were ready to buckle under just from anticipation. "Wow, these are really comfortable. Thank you soooo much, they'll really come in handy during blow jobs. I hope I'll get a lot of use out of them!" and she gave Monty a hug, crushing her breasts into his muscular chest. He could feel her trembling as they embraced as he breathed in her scented body.

"Are you nervous, Bethany, you seem to be shivering?"

"No not nervous, Monty. I've been frustrated and irritable and unhappy for a week now. It's seems like a fucking eternity since I've been black-cocked. It's like a drug addiction, only this is a habit that I would never consider giving up."

"Well, girlie, it won't be much longer until you have your desire." He took her hand, turned it palm-side up and gently kissed it. "You are such a beautiful young lady. I hope you will be able to honor your contract for the full six months."

They both stood up together. "Oh, I will. I'll do what ever is necessary to satisfy the members. It is my objective to become the best black-cock slut you guys have ever had under contract."

"Well, you've set quite a goal for yourself. Why don't you have a seat," Monty said as he opened the fridge. Bethany sat at the kitchen table. He took an orange out and quartered it with a knife. "Would you like some fruit?" he asked.

"Sure. You have a very beautiful home, Monty."

"Thank you. I've worked hard for it."

"What do you do for a living?"

"I'm an architect."

"How interesting."

He took a piece of the orange in hand and stuffed it in his crotch. He was obviously rubbing all over his cock and balls. She smiled as he handed her the "flavored" orange. Two pubic hairs stuck out conspicuously from the abused fruit. She bit into it, eating fruit and hair, leaving only the rind as juice flowed over her chin. "Come here and help me with me pants."

Bethany nearly crashed into him, her eager nails unhooking his belt, yanking down his zipper, pulling his jeans down to his ankles along with his black briefs. He stepped of the pant legs, freeing himself. "On your knees...slut!"

She knelt impatiently before his incredible black cock. (Her new kneepads were really welcome equipment. Any serious fellattress should have a pair, she thought). It wasn't quite fully erect yet, so he held it out toward her face. Her eagerness to wrap her thick hungry lips around it plainly showed in her starving eyes. "Slow down, girl. Just take some juice..." he said and he squeezed another piece of the orange above his cock so it squirted over his shaft and ran off as she frantically tried catching the sweet falling drops in her mouth.

Then he took another slice and rubbed it up and down his growing cock. "Do you like what you see, slut?"

"Ooooooo yes! It's so big and getting bigger...I love watching a black cock inflate! May I touch it and kiss it...lick it...oooo let me suck on it..."

"You may eat the orange..." Bethany quickly devoured the wedge right out of his hand, even lapping the juice in his palm. "Tell me why you want to suck it."

Bethany looked up with concern. He wasn't making this easy for her. She was nearly panting in heat for a taste of his gorgeous baby maker. And yet the eagerness of her words flowed like a stream of consciousness as she studied the greatness bestowed before her eyes.

"Ooooooo, Monty, it looks so much beautiful than I had imagined it when you were fucking my blindfolded face...the shaft is so smooth and the color so totally and majestically black...I'm so pleased to have been at the receiving end of its demands ...seeing how it protrudes proudly from your body like a horizontal icicle, one I would be privileged to have crammed down my white slut throat again...oooooo, Monty, your pulsing black snake of love simply overloads all my senses...it's an incredibly exquisite vision any girl would be fortunate to behold...its flavor compares to nothing my taste buds have ever been privileged to, such a full-bodied masculine tang, mmmmm, it's the nectar from the gods...I'm getting wet just from seeing it swell in my face...and it feels so wonderful when it's lodged deep in my throat, giving me that special feeling of being under its command...and of course, I get off as my ears fill with that special squish squish sound it makes when fucking my gullet. 

"I know it longs to explode and expel its sweet luscious juice and I'm fortunate to be here in it's presence to catch all your mouthwatering cum, every precious drop...damn Monty, when it hits the back of my throat my pussy quivers...ooooo...I need to remove my top, baby, your cock's making me so fucking hot I'm sweating,...come on Monty, make my pussy quiver!" Bethany pleaded then quickly pulled it off and unsnapped her bra to reveal her big tits and rosy nipples.

"Oh, they are a lovely sight, girl." 

"Not as lovely as the sight of your succulent black cock growing right before my eyes, Monty. Please, make me eat it lover, please I'm begging..."

"Alright, you may use your hand but no tasting, at least not yet..."

"Ooooo..." she cooed and took the shaft in her hands and began jerking it off, making certain it was aimed right at her mouth. His cock responded immediately and grew another inch reaching its full erect potential. She opened her mouth and extended her slut tongue just below the cock head--her heavy breath panting over it, welcoming it to do its thing. She vigorously pumped him, hoping to get him off, to make his seed jettison out, to catch it in her mouth, to savor its essence on her tongue before downing it like sweet honey.

A glistening pearl of pre-cum had appeared from his pee hole. "May I lick off that drop of pre-cum, Monty?" asked the anxious cheerleader.

He looked down and rubbed his own finger on his cock head to gather the drop. "No you may not, but look up here and pucker your lips." When she did, he painted the wetness across her lips. "I better not see you lick your lips!" he stated firmly.

"Yes, Monty," conceded the subjugated brunette. She continued to jerk him until she heard his deep moans. Her eyes were fixed on his penis as she laboriously beat it off. She opened wide, again offering a target for the majestic purple head fire upon. Just as he was about to cum, he took his wine glass from the table, gulped down the remaining contents and told her to catch his wad in it. She yanked him off, mesmerized by the act as he groaned then unleashed a torrent of cum shots directly in the flute. After he spewed off eight heaving gobs of molten cock snot, she shook off the few precious drops dangling from his piss hole. His pungent and viscous goo filled about a quarter of the glass. Monty stood back and produced a short straw for her. She held the lustrous gift up to the light, examining its fine body.

How utterly nasty, she thought to herself, he wants me to suck up his jism through a straw. But surprisingly, as she placed the straw to her lips, he stopped her. "No, no, girlie. You're going to snort that load. I want to see you take it in your nose."

Wow, he was demented, she thought again, as she inserted one end in her nostril and dipped the other into the bowl of cum. Exhaling completely, she plugged her open nostril and inhaled greedily through the other, drawing in an ample portion of the warm semen. It stung her sinuses and her eyes immediately watered. She sneezed and coughed. Some cum hung from her nose. Monty stepped out of his underwear, picked it up, wiped off his cock and offered the rag to her. She quickly wiped her runny face.

"Tell you what, my dear girl, for your unwavering obedience, I shall reward you with a courtesy since you probably didn't enjoy the experience. You may snort up the remainder of my load if you wish, or you may suck it up through your lips."

"Thank you, Monty. You're too kind," replied the recovering Bethany. Carefully bringing the wineglass to her mouth, her tongue reached out for the straw and drew it in. She greedily sucked up the rest of Monty's cum, which was now cold, until the straw made that empty cup sound. Although cold jism just didn't taste as good as when it's delivered hot and fresh to a mouth, she swallowed with a smile because it was offered to her from such an overpowering black cock.

"Okay, now you may use the bathroom down the hallway to freshen up. Hurry though, because your janitor friend is waiting for you by the pool."

In the bathroom, she found all the comforts of home. She took off her kneepads and fixed herself up using many of the cosmetic and grooming items that were made available to her, including a toothbrush, combs, eye shadow, etc. Fifteen minutes passed as she painstakingly worked on her face and hair. Monty knocked then opened the door, "Did you fall in girl?" 

"Oh, no. I just want to look my best for Foley."

"I think you look great. Now get your ass out there and show the ugly bastard a good time."

"Yes, sir," she said, applying a final touch of lip liner. She was absolutely stunning as she walked passed Monty topless in heavy eye shadow, thick long lashes, overly glossed red blowjob lips, and a glow to her that would illuminate a dark alley. She made no bones about it: she was a sex toy for her black men and wanted to look the part. Her eyes sparkled along with her brilliant set of white teeth that couldn't keep from smiling knowing she was about to service another black cock.

Monty took in the vision then playfully slapped her bum as she swung it in her tight jeans. "Make him sore, slut!"

Bethany found Foley in swimming trunks lounging in a poolside chair, nursing a beer. "Hi, Foley!" she said brightly.

"Miss me?" he teased.

"You have no idea. How do I look, lover?"

"Like the fuckin' slut yo' is."

"You always know just what to say. How may I please this evening, lover?"

"Yo' kin start by gettin' outta those jeans..."

She quickly peeled them off. "Now come sit that young-ass snatch on ol' Foley's face." Bethany went to him, turned around so her ass faced his head, lifted a leg over the chair, and nestled her crotch into the nasty janitor's face. He softly licked her sweet pussy lips, slowly worked his tongue inside her and soon sucked her joy hole like he couldn't get enough of it while pawing her fully formed ass with his workman's hands. She moaned loudly, nearly cumming.

Taking a breath, he asked, "What 'chu thinkin' 'bout this moment, girl?"

"I'm thinking how wonderful it would be to have your cock pulsing deep in my throat, but you probably already know that."




Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 07



"Yo' wanna suck on this black cock, huh?"

"Like nothing else matters! I want to suck it until I'm most graciously rewarded with a mouthful of you know what!"

"It's gettin' mighty hot. Let's go in the water and I'll let yo' throat down my johnson fo' a good long while. Whatcha think 'bout dat?

"Last one in gets blowed..." and Bethany jumped in the water. Foley walked to the side and sat with his legs dangling in the pool and splashed some water on himself. She swam over to him, greeting him between his legs. In that spot the water level was up to her breasts. She could see his cock outlined in his swimming trunks and grazed her hand over it. "May I help you off with you shorts?" she asked.

"Sure."

Bethany's fingers pulled them from the waist as he quickly lifted his ass up so she could get the trunks down. She positioned herself so that each of his legs rested over her opposing shoulders with her nose directly in his crotch. "I've waited a long, long week to suck black cock, Foley. Not even Monty would let me blow him. Thank you for this opportunity..." Taking hold of his growing shaft, she engulfed it passionately. He tasted so overpoweringly good, so pungent, she nearly creamed herself. "Let's make this one to remember, lover," she said between sucks as he locked his legs around her. She was now a contented prisoner of his crotch and willing to do a life sentence.

"Jus' yo' mouth, slut..." and he grabbed her wrists. He poked his menacing shaft deeper and deeper into her moist oral cavity. "The full ten inches now. I'll only know if yo' doin' right if yo' gag on it, you slut-bitch."

With his legs securely around her head, she couldn't refuse his cock's advances if she wanted to. His was a rank, nasty organ--not smooth and luxurious like Monty's. But Foley's was a full ten inches of black glory and she loved it--after all, Foley was her first black lover--and his was the first black cock to ever enter her mouth, and his cum was the first to swim in her stomach.

He filled her to the max with his flesh. Her sweet lips were pressed against his pubic region with his large balls mashed into her chin. Releasing her arms, he held her face in and bucked until she gagged. It took a few attempts because she was becoming more accustomed to deep-throating. She coughed and her mouth imploded while her eyes watered like she had cut an onion. Gasping for a breath, she was given no mercy and treated to another thrust of black shaft to the esophagus as her nostrils flared. "Dat's a good girl. Soon yo' be rewarded fo' yo' work."

She always enjoyed rolling his pre-cum over her tongue. He was leaking it heavily now and her tongue was completely smeared with his thoughtful gift as he plundered her gullet.

He pulled her brunette locks back and she released his cock from her mouth. "I'm nearin' da end, slut. Yo' goin' it eat my load?"

"You know it, Foley! Please, dump right here..." and Bethany pointed to her tongue.

He began beating it off. "Won't you allow me the honor..." said Bethany as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and pumped it. When a pearl of pre-cum appeared in his slit, she impulsively lapped it up. 

"HHmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Foley's deep guttural groan signaled his impending climax. Grabbing his cock firmly to suppress the orgasm, he said, "How bad yo' want to eat this?"

"Real, real badly, lover."

Foley slide his body down into the pool. "Go down and git it then, bitch!" Bethany took a deep breath and immediately went under. She took his cock in her mouth and frantically pumped it with her hand. He immediately unleashed his cock cream into her just as her lips clamped around his prize possession. For 45 seconds he nutted in euphoric spasms as she cheerfully sucked him off below the surface. She carefully slipped her lips off after she was certain he had completely emptied himself and popped up to the air. She proudly displayed her captured treasure to him with an open mouth, and then swallowed. As the moment came to conclusion, she discovered Monty had been standing above them.

"Great job, girl! You just won the black cocksucker's prize. Here's a ticket to the Kitten Palace Theater on Third Street and Maple Road. Meet us there tomorrow evening at eight. Sit in the back row. We'll find you. Now I'd like to use the pool and I'll need to take off this mask. So why don't you dry off and make your way home. I'll leave the ticket on the kitchen countertop along with your kneepads."

"Wow. Thank you for the ticket. I'll look forward to it. And thank you both for sperming me. Could I have a good night kiss before I go?" she said with a devilish smile.

"Certainly," said Monty.

She swam to the pool's ladder about 10 feet away and climbed out. Monty had expected to embrace the young girl but she dutifully knelt at his feet, took his limp cock in hand and kissed the pee hole. Looking up she said "Thanks again," and winked at him for stealing a little taste.

Foley was now drying off with a towel by his chair. She knelt near him next and gathered up his cock and balls. As she handled it, more sperm leaked out. "Looks like I missed a bit," she said and lapped every oozing drop up and kissed his pee hole as well. "See you fine gentlemen tomorrow night."



Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 08



When Bethany slept that night she noticed her throat was a bit sore. At first she thought she might be coming down with a cold. Then she realized it must have been the chlorine from the pool. And yeah, maybe a cock or two might have irritated it, but she'd never admit it.

The evening couldn't come quick enough for her. She wondered what the Black Bowling Congress had in store for her at the theater. She dressed to the nines--black high heels, stockings, a red summer dress, and even put her hair up. She looked very sophisticated. Her parents had a function at the church that night, so they never saw their little girl leave the house in her sexy outfit. 

When a cab she called for arrived, she told the cabby her destination. He sort of looked at her funny, wondering why a gorgeous girl like her would want to go there. When they arrived, she soon understood his strange face. It was a porno theatre. She quickly paid him and ducked in through the glass doors. She showed the usher the ticket and he laughed. "Women are admitted free of charge," he said, "go right in; sit anywhere you please. The refreshment stand is on the left and the ladies room is on the right. 

It was nearly pitch black in the theater even though the light from the movie threw occasional beams she still had to wait for her eyes to adjust to the new surroundings.

She felt someone take her elbow. "Hello Bethany." It was Foley. 

"Oh, hi!"

"Come sit wit' us. We're all in da back row."

He guided her to their seats. He sat on her left and introduced Virgil and Ty, both seated to her right. She could barely make out their faces. They were all watching the screen. A beautiful bleach blonde with fake boobs was having her asshole worked over by a black stud with a cock that had to be a foot long. "Monty probably won't make it on a counta business," said Foley. 

As Bethany's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noted that the movie house was nearly empty--just several heads in the mostly unaccompanied men in the rows ahead of them. Foley and crew were in a very secluded area.

"So you're the girl I been hearing all the good things about?" Virgil quietly said.

She looked to him and nodded with a smile.

"We hear you like black cock..."

She shook her head. "Oh, I think like is too weak a word--I fucking WORSHIP black cock."

"Well, Miss Bethany, my name is Virgil," then he took her hand and kissed it. "And here's your object of desire..." and Virgil placed her hand in his crotch. "Play with your toy while I watch that dumb bitch blonde starlet get fucked right by the brother!"

Bethany eyes grew large as she watched the movie while rubbing her hand in Virgil crotch. Her nails found the zipper and soon she had gathered up and freed his warm, damp shaft and balls into the dark, musty atmosphere of the porn palace. He was hardening quickly. She looked over to Foley and smiled. "He's got a nice one, like yours..." she said, "...nice and big and hard!"

"Wouldja like t' stroke mine, too," Foley stated more than asked.

"Sure thing," said the young cheerleader. At just eighteen, Bethany never thought she'd be doing something as nasty as this--jerking off two black guys (one a total stranger) in a seedy downtown porn theater. And yet, since she'd been introduced to the pleasures of black cock, she almost couldn't imagine a time when she wasn't doing these depraved acts.

Both cocks were hard now and secreting pre-cum which helped to lubricate her soft and gentle hands as they lovingly massaged and stroked the black men. "Gee, I wish I had another free hand for Ty's cock," said Bethany. 

"That's quite awright, you'll have a turn wit' me soon 'nuf!" retorted Ty. At twenty-two, he was the youngest male in the Congress, two years younger than Virgil and at least 10 years younger than Foley the janitor.

Virgil reached over and began caressing Bethany's full breast and suggested she slide down a bit and rest her legs on the backs of the empty seats in front of her so he could rub her pussy. When she did, he carefully ran his fingers under her dress and pulled her panties down. He began to slowing and lightly masturbate her already wet pussy. Soon he had managed to pull her delicate undies completely off and tossed them under the seat like a used tissue.

Foley put an arm around the girl and she turned to kiss him. His tongue poked down her throat and she licked and sucked on it, moaning as she continued jerking the cocks of both her lovers. 

Virgil found her clit and worked it over with his fingers. The action on the screen aroused him further as the blonde starlet gladly accepted a mighty facial from the giant black cock of her co-star. "Wow, what a load!" he said. Bethany looked up, amazed as the black actor rubbed his frothy cum into the starlet's face using his cock like an artist's brush. She just gleamed up back at him, elated to have been his canvas. 

"I know just how that girl feels," Bethany couldn't resist saying.

"And how do ya think she feels?" Foley asked.

"Like she's the luckiest girl on the planet to have been sexy enough to get her black lover's attention and keep it until he was able to physically show his appreciation for her beauty and skills by dousing her beautiful face with his fresh sperm."

"Hmmm..." said Virgil.

Foley now had one of her breasts exposed and lowered his head to nibble on it. "Mmmmmmmm, you guys really know how to make a girl feel special."

"Ya ain't seen nuthin' yet!" said Ty and he stood up and passed by Virgil. He lifted Bethany's shapely leg and slipped past so that he stood facing her. He leaned over her, resting his arms on the back wall partition. "I got a special job fo' a special bitch. Now git to work, you here." His crotch was right in her face. In half a breath she unzipped his fly, grabbed his cock out and stuffed the spongy head in her mouth. Her hand then returned to attending to Virgil's hard-on.

Her nostrils filled with his musky aroma and she welcomed deeps breaths, filling her lungs, making herself a bit light-headed as she continued to lap his cock head and shaft as it grew and swelled. He tasted incredible--certainly the best flavor of cock she had yet sampled but thought better of expressing herself in front of the others. 

While she worked all three cocks, Virgil was slowly building her to an orgasm with his skilled manipulation of her slippery clit. With her head resting against the back of her seat and Ty's crotch bearing down on her, she was unable to bob her head. 

But it responded nonetheless. Boy, did it respond. He was huge. The cock head was certainly the largest she'd ever seen. Fully hard now, she really had to stretch her mouth to get around it. The shaft was not super long--maybe six or seven inches--nor was it super thick. About average she thought to herself. "Git it good and wet. You'll want it that way, believe me, little girl!" said Ty.

Bethany began to pant, nearing an orgasm. Uncontrollable moans rose deep from her throat while she continued lapping ever inch of Ty's luscious cock she could reach with her tongue. "I think she's getting close, Ty," Virgil said, feeling Bethany's cunt begin to buck and gyrate against his hand.

"Listen up, then girl. When you're ready to cream yo'self, you take my cock to the hilt. Got it?" Ty instructed.

Bethany nodded as she moaned. She knew it was imminent and quickened her tongue-bathing of Ty's mouth-watering cock. Completely agitated and restlessness, her perfect ass lifted from the seat. This was the moment.

She opened her mouth wide and Ty took the bait, plunging his cock-- large head and all--right down the girl's throat, cutting off her air supply. An inconceivable feeling came over her. 

The lack of oxygen brought a lightheaded and dizzy sensation which heightened the euphoric rush. She came and came and came in wave after wave after wave. Ty just stood there knowingly with a smug grin. His big cock head work wonders in girls' throats. He knew she was loving it, like so many of the other women who felt prey to his throat-clogging weapon. For balance, Bethany held on to the cocks she'd been jerking off as her cuny juices actually gushed forth so forcefully they not only soaked her dress, seat, and thighs, but also wet Ty's pants and Virgil's arm.

When she could take no more, she pushed Ty off with both hands and gasped loudly enough to turn several men's heads in other aisles. Unable to see much of anything except a shadow or two, their attention soon returned to the big screen as another blonde knelt before two huge black cocks spurting simultaneous loads into her face and open mouth.

"That was phenomenal! WOW!" exclaimed the cheerleader, nearly collapsing in her seat. "I've never, EVER orgasmed like that! For being so attentive to me, I'd like to return the favor. Please may I make each of you nut for me?"

"Oh, you are most definitely gonna make us cum. Why don't you freshen up in the ladies room and then meet us in the lobby."

Bethany's face looked a mess in the cracked mirror of the grimy restroom. Her make-up and eye liner needed attention as well as her hair. She washed up as best she could and in short order, had herself looking like an alluring model although there wasn't much she could do about her dress which showed a large wet area around her ass. Capping off her "new face" with a rich dark red lip gloss, she walked to the dimly lit lobby.

"I'm soaked, guys. Look at the stain on my ass."

"Don't fret," said Virgil. While they were waiting, he had retrieved a hoody from his car and tied it around her waist using the sleeves.

"Thanks," she said.

"Okay, now we'd like you to come with us in Virgil's car. We are going to drive you way out into the suburbs in the next town and show you off to the white folks."

"Could I stop home first and change out of this dress?"

"Sure."

They dropped her off on a corner a few blocks from her house so no neighbors would see her in a car with three black men.

* * *

At home, Bethany took a quick "sink bath," brushed her hair and teeth, and found some appropriate clothes--a black micro-mini, a red spaghetti-string top, and high heels. She thought it best to dispense with her undergarments. She already lost a pair in the porno house.

Outside she tied the hoody around her waist again to conceal the mini from any noisy neighbors and walked purposely back to the corner where she was dropped off at. Virgil's car pulled away from the curb about half a block away and she promptly ducked in, hoping no one she knew saw her.

She sat in the rear seat with Foley. "Wow, you look fresh and hot, Bethany," said Ty, turning from the front seat to ogle her.

"Thank you. Now what delicious adventure have you men devised for this evening?"

"Well, we were going to take you downstairs in the theatre to a special room they have set up but being as Monty wasn't there and he's the one who knows the owner, we will have to do it another time," said Virgil.

"What's so special about the room?"

"You'll just have to wait until another time. It'll be a surprise."

"For now, we'd thought we'd shake things up in the 'burbs."

It took about 45 minutes to reach the suburbs in the next town. During the ride, Bethany entertained herself with Foley's cock. She sucked on it in the back seat until both her pussy and his cock were sopping wet. Then she pulled up her micro and sat in his lap on the driver side of the car, impaling herself with his ten incher. 

The excitement of doing it in a car as it was being driving around in public added thrills to their fucking. Foley was rock hard and she was taking every inch he could offer her and she unmercifully bounced on it.

At a stop light, Virgil pulled up next to a UPS truck and caught the attention of the driver. He could clearly see the action inside the car and could only smile, wide-eyed and shake his head.

Foley began to moan. "I know that sound, Foley. You're getting ready to shoot. Wanna empty it in my mouth?" asked Bethany.

"Naw, I want yo' t'jerk it off in yo' face."

Bethany lifted herself off his lap and carefully repositioned herself so that she was facing him, at his side, sitting on her knees, and leaning her face to his crotch. She grasped his dark rod, wrapping those immaculately manicured fingers around it, and tugging it. 

She still hadn't lost her fascination with the sight of black cock and studied her handiwork with a child's curiosity and she pumped it. The slickness, the protruding veins, the proud, menacing head, the seeping slit, the overpowering aroma, the dark skin of the shaft--just everything about it enthralled her.

His precum had rivered down his shaft and onto her hand, coating her fingers and long red nails. Her breath met his cock and tingled the warhead. She knew he could take much more and began to tickle his moist balls with the nails of her other hand. "Make me a big batch, Foley," she egged on.

That was the trigger. "Arrrrrgh!" moaned Foley and fired brisk streams of spunk in rapid succession, soiling her face in an instant. The thick goo clung to her nose, cheeks, chin, and lips. She managed to aim it away from her eyes. "Good boy!" encouraged Bethany, "that's what I'm talking about!"

Virgil watched in his rearview mirror and nudged Ty. He stopped at another red light, pulling up alongside a white guy in an SUV. Virgil tooted his horn and the white guy nervously looked over to the black man. By moving his eyebrows in a way as to suggest direction, Virgil indicated to the white guy to look in the back. 

"Hey, Bethany, take a look out the window," he told her and moved the car so that the back seat window was even with the white guy's front side window. She rose up to see and smiled to him, proudly displaying her cum-stained face. She then mouthed the words: I LOVE BLACK COCK and gathered some cum with a finger and sucked it off.

She then pursed her lips and squished her face against the window, smearing cum on it. She smiled and then began licking it off the glass. 

The light changed and she waved goodbye. Ty laughed and said, "Woo, that was nasty, girl. I fuckin' love it!" 



Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 09



Virgil pulled over to the curb in the small suburban village. With Foley's fresh copious load still glazed on her eighteen-year-old face, Bethany was told to exit the car and parade herself down the sidewalk, displaying the result of her services to passersby. She begrudgingly complied. 

After about fifteen minutes of this public "humiliation," Virgil stopped at a corner she was approaching and Foley popped open the rear door and called her in. "You guys can be real bastards sometimes..." the young cheerleader lamented.

Foley and the rest of the guys just giggled like school kids. "Jist havin' a little bit of harmless fun wit' ya' is all, Beth...be happy we didn't make you do a cheer." Virgil kidded, "Still love us?"

She looked up and smiled, "Yeah, how could I stay mad at a car full of huge black cock. So now what?"

"Actually," Virgil said, "We're going to take you home. But Foley's got a request."

"Yeah. I wants some new blood. I want ya to bring one of yo' girlfriends into da picture, if ya knows what I mean. Pick out a pretty blonde and git her to come with yo' to my house on Saturday afternoon. And be sure she be over 18. Yo' could tell her I gots weed yo' wanna buy, if ya think that'll help ya git her there."

She thought for a moment. "Yes, I guess I could probably convince a friend to come along with me," Bethany said as she wiped the cold cum from her face with a tissue Foley provided. She remembered her neighbor, Kristy, a freshman at NYU, was home now on summer break. She was nineteen, blonde, with a great body. She was sure Foley would approve of her.

Bethany was dropped off several blocks from her house so not to arouse suspicion of her new friendships. At home she began to work on Foley's plan. Kristy, she thought, yes, Kristy might be the perfect blonde to introduce to Foley. Kristy was an old friend who had a fondness for smoking weed so it would hardly be a challenge.

Later that evening, she phoned Kristy and did a bit of catching up before making plans to meet for lunch on Saturday. Being a year older than Bethany, she was more mature, having lived away from home for a year. Kristy picked Bethany up that Saturday and drove to a trendy café.

Kristy looked absolutely stunning. Her body was more attractive than Bethany had remembered. She wore a tight fitting aqua blue t-shirt that tied at the right hip. Her breasts, although not as large as Bethany's, were ample and well-rounded. But it was her form-fitting jeans that drew mens' gazes because they showcased a perfect bubble butt. So shapely were her double bubbles that they almost called out for a hand to caress their oval moons. Quite simply, she possessed an ass to die for.

They made casual conversation, when suddenly Bethany blurted out--"You still like getting high, Kris?"

"Oh, yeah," replied Kristy dreamily with a mischievous grin, "but I'm fresh out. You don't have any weed, do you?"

"No, but I know a guy who does." 

* * *

It was a quick drive to Foley's. The girls walked up to the front door and Bethany knocked. She was greeted with a friendly hello from Foley. Bethany made the introductions and Kristy seemed a bit apprehensive. Bethany sensed it and quickly tried to move things along. "Say, Foley, you have any weed we could buy? Like that stuff you always have me smoke?" Bethany said with a wry smile.

"Sure, sure, girls, I gots some o' dat stuff." Foley sat down at the kitchen table. "Why don't you young ladies have a seat and minute and let ol' Foley finish his drink."

The girls sat at the table. Kristy still seemed a bit nervous. His face was vaguely familiar to her. Foley caught her staring. "Somethin' wrong, miss?" he asked.

"No," Kristy replied. 

Bethany sensed that Kristy might have remembered Foley from high school. "I think Kristy is trying to place you. She probably doesn't remember you as the school custodian. Am I right Krissy?"

"Oh, yeah, that's it. Now I recall."

"Oh, good," said Foley. "'cause I thought it was 'cause I was black that made yo' feel jumpy."

"Not at all," lied Kristy.

"So Black folks is okay wit' yo'? Yo' ain't prejudice?"

"No, Mr. Foley, I'm certainly not a racist."

"Good, glad to hear it. And please call me Foley."

The janitor downed the rest of his drink and went to a kitchen cabinet. He returned with a cigar box which he set on the table and sat down. Lifting the lid, he pulled out a joint and passed it to Kristy. "Why don't yo' girls sample the product first, see if yo's liking it."

"Great idea," agreed Bethany.

They fired it up and took deep drags off the joint. After three hits each, the girls were feeling the effects. "Wow, this is some good shit, Foley," commented a buzzing Kristy, "but aren't you going to try some?"

"Naw, never durin' a business transaction."

"How much for the bag in the box?" asked Bethany.

"Well, like Kristy said, dis is good shit. It'll cost ya hundred bucks."

"Wow! That much. I don't know if we have all that much."

"How much yo' gots, ladies."

Kristy had a ten dollar bill and Bethany had 3 bucks and change.

"Sheee-it! Yo' ladies ain't worth my time. But I'll tell yo' what. Since yo' both from de ol' high school, I give yo' a deal. If yo' finish dat joint and can handle smokin' another blunt, I gives yo' the bag."

"Really?"

"Fo' real, girls."

"What's the catch?" asked a cynical Kristy.

Foley stood. His pants were obviously unbuttoned. Kristy froze as he dropped his giant hard-on to the tabletop. "Dis here's the other blunt. Smoke it, and da bags yours, ladies."

Aghast by his forwardness, Kristy wanted to jump up from her seat, struggling to avert her eyes from the shocking and yet magnificent sight before her. Bethany was also doing her best to restrain her need to plant a wet kiss on his undeniably spellbinding cock.

Careful not to give too much away, Bethany quickly said, "Foley, you're disgusting. What kind of girls do you think we are? Do you really think that we would want to suck your big black cock?" Her mouth was salivating.

"Yeah, Bethany, let's get the fuck outta here! This is creepy," agreed Kristy.

"Well then, I guess yo' are a racist after all," said Foley.

"I'm no racist," Kristy replied, "I just don't do that sort of thing and am certainly not used to being dis-respected in that manner."

"So a pretty thang like yo'self never be having a boyfriend, huh?"

"I've had boyfriends..."

"And yo' never had opportunity to suck a cock?"

"I've...I've been with boys..."

"So I see, it's just wit' white boys. Blacks is off limits to yo'"

"Well, I never had the opportunity to..."

"Then here's yo' chance, young lady. Yo' in luck. It's a twofer for yo.' Yo' gets to suck yo' first black cock and get a free bag'o dope."

Bethany couldn't hold back any longer. "Look, Kristy, if you don't want to, it's alright. I'll get him off and get the dope." She walked around to Foley and as he turned to face her, she straightforwardly dropped to her knees and licked her lips. She cleanly couldn't hold back any longer--she just had to have black cock in her mouth.

She spit in her hand, coated his long flesh wand with it, licked it all over and then popped the head of his shaft in her mouth. "Oh, dat nice. Yo' shore a sweet young thang to suck Foley like dat. Damn."

As Kristy looked on, somewhat horrified by the scene and also somewhat curious, Bethany continued in a workman like manner, bobbing her head and taking more and more of the long silky pipe into her mouth and throat. Saliva dripped off his cock and from her lip as she took the cock and fisted it into her mouth. She looked up at Foley and winked. 

"Hey, Kristy, this really isn't so bad. You should try some. Come on, it's actually fun."

"You call blowing a janitor fun?"

"You don't know what you're missing, girl. This is the big delicious!"

"Dat's awrigh' girl, da white bitch dick-teaser probly don't know how to please a man anyways," Foley said.

"She should...SLURP...," said Bethany between cock laps, "...she's a co-ed...SLURP...I'm sure she's had dick before...SLURP ...SLURP."

Maybe the reefer was getting to her, but his cock did look extraordinary--so hard, so long, so smooth, and yes so enticingly black--it was almost surreal. With her curiosity aroused from watching them, the smell his sex drifted from across the table to her nostrils, causing her pussy to twitch. 

"So you're telling me he actually tastes good to you? I have never sucked a cock that tasted good. I only did it to please some guys."

"I tol' yo' she an uppity bitch that thinks she some high class glamour gal." 

"Kristy, this cock...SLURP...is fuckin' luscious...SLURP...believe me when I tell you...SLURP...it tastes just as good as it looks...SLURP...maybe you haven't been with...SLURP...the right guys..."

Bethany took her manicured hands and began massaging Foley's huge balls while still sucking his hard-on. "Mmmmmm...dat a girl," encouraged Foley.

Kristy took another hit off the joint she was holding and unconsciously stepped closer to the action. "Come, girl, I'll hold it for you. Just give it a peck on the head...see if you like it," suggested Bethany.

"I dunno if I should."

"What do you mean? Your body language says different--you just stepped clear around the table. I know you're curious. Get on your knees and meet your destiny, you hot white bitch...ha ha," Bethany giggled while continuing her stroking.

Kristy smiled at Bethany's playfulness. Giving in, the awestruck co-ed fell to her knees beside Bethany, took a long nervous pull from the joint, held her breath for as long as she could and exhaled the smoke. "Put it in my mouth, girlfriend, this hot bitch is ready," Kristy said trying to sound tough but then closed her eyes as if she didn't want to see it coming in. 

"You'll need to open up wider, Kris, this is king-size," the emerald-eyed cheerleader coached then placed slick cockhead right on her friend's tongue.

Kristy instinctively wrapped her lips around the head and ran the flat of her tongue over the pee-hole. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" asked Bethany, who continued to pump the cock.

Kristy's wide-eyed stare acknowledged her agreement. "Want to take more of it?"

Kristy nodded. Bethany gently placed a hand at the back of Kristy's head as guidance and held Foley's cock at the root with the other. She tenderly pushed Kristy's head forward, watching as her lips eagerly stretched to accommodate more and more flesh of the "big delicious."

"Well, maybe she not a racist after all, but do da bitch swallow?" asked Foley.

Knowing Foley's style, Bethany understood what he was about to do so she vigorously pumped his pulsing cock, stopping just as her grip met Kristy's lips. The inevitable happened before Kristy could answer the question.

He grunted and his seed promptly flooded her mouth. In the warm shock of the sperm blast, she instinctively swallowed without realizing it. As another blast splashed the back of her throat, again her reaction was to swallow to avoid gagging. At that point she pulled off the feral cock and her face now became its target--getting drenched with three quick splatters of thick cum strands. 

"oh, my God!," remarked a shuddering Kristy, "I'm coming..." and she rubbed her pussy through her jeans, moaning in ecstasy, still holding the lit joint in her free hand. When the waves of her orgasm subsided, Foley had buckled up and sat down. Bethany took the joint from Kristy's hand and took a long drag and stood up.

"Wow, what the hell just happened?" Kristy asked, as the fresh sperm dripped down her face and on to her aqua blue t-shirt.

"You just got blacked, girlfriend. I told you it was something special."

"I have never climaxed like that before and certainly never from sucking a cock. But I have to admit, although I have never swallowed a load of cum before, I glad you jerked it off in my mouth or I might have never experienced the wonderful feeling of having that delicious juice squirt against my tonsils! It was incredible."

"I think she likes you Foley."

"Naw, I think da bitch likes black cock, is all," corrected Foley, "now thanks y'all for the suck off, but I needs ta be goin'. Here's your dope. Now be on your way."

Bethany took a paper towel from the rack under the cupboards and helped Kristy clean her face. She was almost tempted to lick the remaining goo off her face.

In the car, Kristy spoke candidly about her new experience. Bethany thought it best to keep her black carnal knowledge to herself, at least at this stage in their friendship.

That night Kristy re-lived the events in Foley's kitchen over and over in her mind and dreamt about "the big delicious." She already knew what she was going to do the next day.

* * *

After that restless night, Kristy woke and anxiously preened herself from head to toe. She wanted to look sexy and wanton, even if a bit slutty. She wore a skimpy outfit--a white muscle shirt that was glued to upper torso and cut-off jeans that showed off her glorious ass. Knee-high laced black boots with three-inch heels threw the blonde's look over-the-top.

Her recently polished pink manicured fingernails sparkled in the morning sunlight as they gripped the steering wheel of her Ford. Turning the engine over, she dropped it in gear and raced to the door she had left the previous day--the door of her destiny. 

When she arrived, she pulled out her compact and fretfully re-applied another coat of her cherry red lip gloss. She had to look perfect for him. Pleased by the "blow job" lip effect created, she fussed with her tresses a last minute and then walked toward the front door, carefully negotiating the porch steps with her stiletto heels.

Staring at the door, she gulped with hesitant anticipation--hoping he'd answer, hoping he'd be receptive and allow her in. She lightly knocked. Then again, more forcefully. Foley, wrapped in a towel, opened up.

"Well, if it ain't Kristy da blonde pothead. Yo' all smoked already? In one night? And now yo' back fo' mo'--dat it, girl?"

"No, I didn't run out of weed, Foley, but I am back for more," she said with a wicked smile. "Like my outfit?"

"Come in, come in, let me have a look at yo'" She paraded around his kitchen. "MMmmmm...MMmmmm...what a fine fine bubble ass yo' gots, make any black bitch jealous. So let me get dis staight--yo' not back fo' dope, yo' come fo' mo' of whats I got, dat it?"

"Yes."

"A repeat performance. Hmmm. I thinks I could manage dat. Have a seat at da table." Foley took a water bong out of a cupboard. He filled the bowl with weed. "Have a few hits while I tends to something. I be back shortly..." He went to his bedroom.

Kristy lit up the bong, taking two deep draws. A nice warm feeling fell upon her as the buzz slowly crept over her. She heard voices in the back room. Sitting quietly, she tried to listen though the door was closed. She definitely heard bedsprings. Curious, she went to the door which was slightly ajar. She peeked in and saw Foley fucking a woman on the bed.

Damn, she thought, she's got a girl in there and she had been so looking forward to getting his first load of the day herself--that morning load: huge, copious, pungent, and creamy. She listened as they became more vocal. "Fuck me Foley, give me every inch!"

My God, she thought to herself, that's Bethany's voice. Feeling a bit envious, she needed to make her presence known and quickly thought of an excuse. She retrieved the bong from the kitchen table and went back to the bedroom saying loudly, "Hey, Foley wanna a hit..." as she barged in. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't realize..."

Foley looked over his shoulder and smiled, "Da is plenty for both yo' white asses." He pulled out of Bethany, making an almost popping sound. "What say we give Kristy here a taste a what she been dreamin' on, Bethany..."

Bethany was sitting up on the bed now, knowing she was helpless to stop things. She just nodded and watched as smiling Kristy approached a now standing Foley and began caressing his huge black cock with one hand while holding the bong with the other. 

She brought the bong up to Foley mouth and he took a long hit. "I want very inch of your magnificent black cock in my throat, Foley," Kristy whispered in his ear, "I want your morning load to be my breakfast."

He smiled as he exhaled the smoke. The blonde dropped to her knees, licking her plump lips. She too took a long hit off the bong, held the drag in, set it on the floor, opened her mouth as wide as possible while holding her toke in, and slowly descended down the length of Foley stiff shaft.

She tasted his pre-cum and Bethany's pussy juice and although it was pungent, it wasn't all that unpleasant. She had about four inches of the man-meat in when he took her by the head and jabbed more into her face. Her throat opened for him and he fucked more cock past the gagging threshold. She nearly had all of the cock when she pushed off, and gasped, exhaling the dope smoke and holding on to his legs as her head began spinning in a dizzy near black-out moment. 

Her breath grew heavy as her heart palpitated. It took a minute for her to recover and when she wiped her teary eyes, she spotted pre-cum peeking out of the slit of his swollen spongy cock head. She immediately kissed it off. "Let's try that again!" she said with an energetic smile. She hit the bong, held her breathe and guided that black missile of pleasure back where it had just been.

Her hunger to inhale his entirety certainly got the best of her good judgment. It didn't matter that his black cock had just been in the white pussy of her friend or that Foley treated her with little respect or called her degrading names. It didn't matter that her friend watched as she allowed herself to be degraded by a black janitor. 

None of it mattered to her now--the desire to know what it was like to hold that black prize deep in her--completely, totally, indisputably--in her gullet was simply to powerful. 

Her lips stretched, inching every way down the erection. He nudged more dick in her lustful face which she willingly responded by accepting it without protest as her pretty eyes watered and her throat expanded to accommodate the unnatural intrusion. Hearing Foley moan was music to her ears. She surged forward and in a remarkable effort, sunk the remaining length of dick it. She had taken the full ten inches of Foley's cock.

She remained still and quiet, enjoying the luxury of the moment for she knew it wouldn't last. To have captured such a quality of black cock was an accomplishment she was proud of. Her pussy quivered and quaked in tiny orgasmic waves as she rubbed it through her jeans with the fingers of one hand. But, alas, she had to let go of the moment, for she needed oxygen.

Pulling off, gobs of saliva fell freely from the cock to the floor and she once again drew deep breaths, calming her heart as it raced. All during her minute of recovery, she managed to stroke her black lover's cock, thoughtfully keeping him rock hard, admiring how sexy her pink nails, slick with saliva, appeared against the deep ebony shade of his shaft. 

"Foley, I'm ready to be served breakfast," she said with a devilish grin and flushed face. 

"Let me see da tits, bitch, git dat top off, i gots to see 'em." he demanded. She placed the head of his cock in her mouth and nibbled on it as her hands pulled off her white muscle shirt. Although it was necessary to remove the cock from her lip grip to get the top completely off, the nasty black snake found its way back in soon enough. She unhooked her lacy bra in the front and her young breasts rested free on her chest--large pink nipples protruding without shame. 

She purposely held her melons, one in each hand; as if to say "they're all yours" while she lovingly attended to sucking off his engorged cock. He looked down at the beauty of her breasts and was tempted to bend over and suck a nipple but her oral administrations felt too good to disrupt.




Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 09



Kristy was getting that quivering feeling again in her crotch. She wanted to rub herself but fought back the urge, instead opting to give her full attention to the great delicacy before her. She used both her hands on it now--one went to his dangling balls and the other pumped his slick shaft into her mouth. "Sperm me, lover, relieve those heavy balls of their sap. My white bitch mouth wants to be fed!" she urged, "Show me what this hole is for."

Her head bobbed more frantically, sunlight burning through her blonde hair, the rhythm building, hands massaging glands, his moans rose with more frequency--and still when he expelled his seed it surprised her. She jerked back momentarily but not so much as to lose his cock. 

Her mouth became his sperm reservoir, as he unabashedly fired strand after strand of hot, thick, morning cream until her cheeks ballooned out and she had to swallow. She became giddy as he continued to ejaculate more delicious cum that made her cheeks expand once again. She carefully slipped his cock out of her cum-filled mouth when his pulsing subsided. Her cheeks were nearly bursting with the stuff as she beamed in the glory of his orgasm.

As she gulped the massive mouthful, her greedy eye spied a glistening strand of jism slowing descending from the tip of his shiny cock head. She captured it on the flat of her pink tongue. He took his cock in hand and pinched out more to please her hungry tongue. "Mmmmmmmm you taste so fucking good! I never dreamed you give me two brimming mouthfuls of your lip-smacking spunk! You make me cum in my jeans...ahhhh...," she confessed, feeling another wave of quivers and quakes build in her crotch. She began to rub herself to orgasm.

Foley reached down with both hands and twisted each of her nubile nipples between thumb and index fingers causing her to shriek in delight. "O...O...O...I'm cumming...don't stop...don't sss..." He pulled at her nipples until she could bear no more, cumming six or seven times.

"Awright, on yo' feet, bitch. Foley gonna get a taste," he instructed, "now turn 'round and show me dat sweet white ass." He sat on the edge of the bed, still hard. "Bethany, go git a kitchen chair and bring it here." Poor Bethany, who had all but been side-lined, a benched cheerleader, was reeling at the sight of the blonde sucking black dick. Now that he seemed to notice her again, she jumped to his command like a gofer and had a retrieved a chair in seconds. He had her place it with the back facing him at arms length.

"Git yo' white bitch lips to work on my johnson," and a naked Bethany was instantly kneeling gleefully between his legs, jamming his huge cock into her pretty face. "Bring dat ass here, slut," he called to Kristy and he made her stand with her back to him. "Take hold of the back a da chair and bend yo' waist, I wants da get a taste."

He leaned forward and took a deep whiff of her impossibly perfect bubble butt as Bethany continued blowing him. He kissed both cheeks, then teased her crack by gently running his tongue up and down through it.

He took her cheeks in his hands, spreading them to reveal her hidden pink-brown bunghole--her most private cavity. His tongue plunged into it, fucking her asshole. Kristy moaned in ecstasy, holding tightly to the chair for leverage as her knees weakened from the pleasure. Bethany could feel his cock swell in her mouth and throat from the excitement. She relentlessly fucked her own throat with every inch of his hard-on. He tasted so unbelievably good to her--she hoped he'd have another load in him.

As Foley's tongued explored the crevices of her, Kristy felt that familiar shake in her pussy again. She was about to orgasm as he stabbed her brown-eye with his tongue. 

"Bend over more, bitch, so's I can bury my tongue!" Foley said and slapped her ass cheek. She shrieked in joy, he opened his mouth and wrapped it around her asshole like a suction cup. He sucked that sweet hole until she squirted uncontrollably, plastering his face with her womanly pussy fluid. By then, he too, was to ready to blast.

Keeping his face stuffed in her butt cheeks, he blew three shots of cum in succession as Bethany squeezed his balls and pumped him off, swallowing each gob as it hit her throat. He was done--completely empty of sperm now. Bethany drew her ruby lips from his purple cock when a long string of spit and sperm formed like a clothesline between his cock head and her lower lips. Not one to waste any offering from a black cock, she sucked it up a noodle of spaghetti. The last strand length smacked up against her lips where her tongue quickly licked it off.

Satisfied she sucked him to fruition, Bethany crawled away from her cramped position. Foley fell back on the bed and the girls soon found themselves nestled on each side of him, eyes slowly nodding out as the morning sunlight fought through the drawn curtain.



Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 10



The following evening Kristy's unwavering compulsion to see Foley again boiled over. Her young nineteen-year old body was nearly shuddering. She needed to see him again, or more accurately, needed to have that black cock of his. Ever since her friend, Bethany, the voluptuous high school cheerleader, introduced him to her, she had thought of little more than giving up her white flesh to his carnal desires. She loved the things he made her do. 

And yet the poor girl was conflicted. One half of her knew their relationship could only lead her down a road of corruption. The other half physically craved being the black janitor's cum bucket. As an upper middle class white girl, she was somehow infatuated having an older black man interested in her. Perhaps it was some of the usual stereotypes about black men's sexual prowess that had occupied her imagination. And then to have Foley fulfill her curiosity beyond anything she thought possible. Whatever it was, her white-bread world had changed.

Fighting the compulsion, she dialed his number ten different times only to hang up, frustrated. Finally, in a cold sweat of desire, allowed the phone ring on the eleventh try. Foley answered in that husky black tone.

"Hi, it's Kristy."

"Dat uptight white bitch from last night?" It made her hot just to hear his crude, uncultured speech. She would never tolerate another lover to refer to her in such demeaning language. But after a short awkward conversation, they agreed on 7PM at his place.

After running some errands, she stopped at the beauty spa for a late appointment. She spent the last of her monthly budget on a new hair style, massage, manicure and pedicure. The new shorter cut made her resemble a sort of blonde Aeon Flux in the movie, only not as dramatic. She also had her long legs and bubble ass waxed. Later at home, she spent over an hour preparing herself for him. 

She made-up her blue eyes with dark shadow and liner. Her full lips were accented with ruby lip gloss (which matched her toenails and long fingernails) bringing out the perfect smile of her whitened teeth.

After applying that expensive perfume she saved for special occasions, she strapped on a new lacy black bra from a lingerie shop that flawlessly framed her fleshy orbs. Choosing not to wear panties, the short black skirt she slipped into just barely covered her sweet behind. The black bra could easily be seen through a white button-down short-sleeved blouse she selected from her closet. A pair of glossy red high heels brought out the best of her shapely calves and gave that rounded rump of hers an extra boost. It was only 6:28. 

Having checked herself one last time, she nervously lit up a joint to calm the jittery anticipation that had been welling up. Now the clock read 6:39. It was barely a 5 minute drive to Foley's but she couldn't bear waiting any longer. She extinguished the joint and scooted out the door to her car.

Hearing a knock, Foley peeked at his watch: "Hmmm...6:50," he thought to himself, "da bitch early." He let her knock again. On the third knock he rose from his sofa and slowly walked to the door, wearing only his sweat pants. "Hey, girl, come in come in. Yo' is a bit early...I didn't shave yet," he said rubbing his stubble, "but yo' shore lookin' damn hot, damn hot!"

Kristy grinned ear to ear, pleased her appearance pleased him. She walked right up to him, placing her hand at his crotch, her freshly polished nails grabbing at his manhood through the thin material. Being half a head taller, she bowed a bit and whispered in his ear, "Use me." She felt his response--a growing black hard-on.

He smiled, placed a hand on her shoulder with a light touch to suggest she kneel. She cheerfully reacted by stooping down before him on the kitchen floor. He turned and walked to bathroom. "Come, bitch! Crawl yo' way to it if yo' wants it dat bad."

Down on all fours, she crawled to the bathroom where Foley was splashing hot water on his face at a pedestal sink. He rubbed on shaving cream and began to shave his beard. She crawled to his side and reached for his crotch. "No, put yo' hands away," he said sternly. He backed away from the sink a bit and stretched his waistband out. "Stick yo' head in dare, bitch, but don't yo' put yo' slut mouth to it yet. I wants yo' to just breathe it in. Preten' it's dope and take deep hits and hold it in."

Kristy stuffed her head in and did exactly as he instructed. He pulled the waistband up over her head and held it tight to seal her in as best as possible. She hated being so close to the object she craved and not being allowed to suck or kiss or even to see it. The darkest of his pants was a new world, her only world in the moment. She began taking deep "hits" through her nose and his scent began to have an effect on her.

When he finished shaving and wiped his face, he pulled her head out and had her sit on the toilet. He smiled, "I bet yo' enjoyed getting dat buzz, huh slut?"

With his crotch only inches from her mouth, she looked up at him in an obvious state of lustful arousal, "Ah huh," confirming his comment as she slowly licked her lips. Kristy's mouth was partly agape, longing for a taste of what she'd been inhaling.

Foley reached down and began unbuttoning her white blouse. She took it off and sat there in her black lacy bra and shirt. "Time to wash yo' slut face, bitch..." he said, "now tilt yo' head up this way." He pulled down his sweatpants, gathered his huge balls in his hand and began rubbing them in circular motions all over her face. Kristy wanted him to put them in her mouth but he purposely avoided her lips and instead massaged her cheeks nose, eyes, and forehead. She grew even more excited as her pussy twitched. She reached to "scratch the itch" but Foley stopped her.

"Not yet, bitch, don't be getting' ahead a yo'se'f." His cock began swelling and pre-cum made its first appearance, peeking from the pee-hole. "Stand up and move to the side," he ordered. He bent down and wiped the pre-cum drops on the toilet seat. "There yo' go, have at it."

The lust-crazed co-ed knelt down at the toilet without so much as a hint of hesitation. Her pink tongue darted out and captured a dose of his offering; her tongue and lips lapped the spot until the flavor was gone.

There came a knock at the door. Kristy looked up tentatively. "Da door's open, come on in!" yelled Foley from the bathroom. "Hopes yo' like company," he said to her. Foley's friend, Monty the architect, stepped in with Bethany, Kristy's eighteen-year-old friend. They stood in the kitchen and waited for Foley. At 40, Monty dressed immaculately in expensive clothes, having the spoils of his success written all over him.

Bethany, too, was an immaculately dresser. The brunette had her hair in pigtails, wore a tightly fitting yellow summer dress, gold loop earrings, and sandals. Her scarlet toenails also matched her long glossy fingernails. Her body filled the dress perfectly, showcasing the roundness of her butt as well as her abundant breasts, hard nipples and cleavage.

Foley walked out with Kristy and the two girls knowingly smiled at on another. "Wow, Kristy, love your hair. It really suits you," commented an eager Bethany.

"Thank you."

The men also grinned. "Hey, Foley, seems like you started in bit early," said Monty. 

"Yeah, well, I can't helps it if da bitch just can't waits da see me...heyheyhey.." he laughed. "Kristy, I hope yo' don't mind, but after we talked, I axed Bethany and Monty here to join us."

"Not at all," said the anxious blonde.

"Awright den, why don't we go in da bedroom and have us a real party!"

Bethany and Monty walked hand in hand into the bedroom. Bethany sat at the edge of the bed while Monty knelt down on the floor to embrace her. They Frenched kissed and groped at one another's bodies. Bethany undid his tie and helped him off with his shirt. She pulled her dress over her head to reveal a black thong. Other than the earrings and an ankle necklace, she was nude. Her milky white breasts appeared even more prized against her summer tan. 

Monty stood. "What would you like today?" he posed.

"My choice? Wow!" said the overjoyed cheerleader.

He brought his hand to her chin, titled it upward, planted a tender kiss on her lips, and said with a knowing smirk, "Anything you want, as long as it's black."

"Well, that goes without saying. But I have been fantasizing about getting a true face-fuck. You know the kind, where the girl lays on her back and hangs her head over the edge of the bed and the guy hovers over her and fucks his black cock deep down in her throat. I want that."

"You got it, bitch." Monty pulled his zipper down and she fervently unbuttoned his trousers and yanked them down. He wore boxers. Meanwhile, Kristy knelt at Foley's crotch nearby, still prohibited from touching it.

"Wait 'til you get a load of this cock, Kristy. It's the smoothest, silkiest woman pleaser you'll ever see!" Bethany said. Reaching in his shorts, she played with his cock for a minute and then tugged down his shorts. He was nearly hard. Bethany kissed the head as if it were her lover's cheek. She took the shaft in one hand and pumped it while she continued kissing the head with little pecks. Her thick red lips lightly dusted the head all over--the crown, the underside, the pee-hole. He grew and grew like she knew he would until it was rock hard. She spat in her hand several times to lubricate the shaft and made it slippery as a black eel. 

Then she stopped, turned her body around, worked her butt up the bed and hung her pretty head over the side so he his demonic staff could easily access her mouth with obstruction.

Bethany said, "I ready for my face-fuck, sir," and opened her mouth wide, "AHHhhhhhh...." He held his shaft just above it so her tongue could get a quick lick and then he plunged in it. He drove it hard and held her by the pigtails. The first time it went to the back of her throat causing her to wretch. She quickly learned that her throat needed to be completely open and ready. She wrapped her hands around his ass and pulled him near.

As Bethany took him down to the base this time, driving her innocent-looking face onto his silky cock, Kristy looked on in disbelief. Monty was in heaven, moaning, holding her hair and arching his back for better leverage. The sweet cheerleader was a natural as she accommodated the entire length, in and out again and again. Saliva dripped from her face, down his cock and balls as they smashed against her nose with each thrust. 

Bethany brought her hands to her crotch now, fingering inside her thong, totally turned, as she allowed him pillage her gullet with that magical cock. Kristy, too, burned with desire. She looked up at Foley with pleading eyes and a panting mouth.

"Like what yo' be seein,' slut?" Foley asked.

"Oh, yeah," she responded in a breathless state.

"Go sit beside dem wit' yo' back to da bed." 

Now sitting so close to the action, Kristy could not help but stare at the tantalizing vision of slick black shaft drilling in and out of the brunette's face. Kristy licked her lips as Foley walked to her and dropped his pants. "Open up, yo' waited long enough for dis. Now yo' goin' gets used!" Foley said.

She grabbed his semi-hard cock and opened wide to receive her long-awaited reward. As it broke the threshold of her mouth, she almost came. Her lips fluttered around the fleshy cylinder as she took more of him in. His cock was not smooth and silky like the one Bethany was getting blissfully stuffed with. No, Foley's cock was veiny, bumpy and full of wrinkled crevices that held flavors for her tongue to explore. 

Kristy would have never believed she would have fallen into such a bad way, even a week ago. Black cock had never entered her mind, much less any orifice of her virtually flawless body. Foley began propelling his cock into her face. She moved her hand to allow the now completely erect taste-treat to slide into her mouth. With her head resting on the side of the mattress and Foley standing over her, rocking his hips into her face, she had little choice but to take down his ten inches of highly agitated black meat.

She took quick breaths when she could, never failing to accept a full stride of his fierce bucking. She gazed up through her watery eyes as he unmercifully fucked her throat full-force, her head being banged repeatedly although harmlessly against the cushion of the mattress. Used was what she wanted and that was exactly what she was getting. She pulled her shirt up and exposed her dripping wet pussy. Her fingers found her clit and she rubbed it with passion. Having a black cock lodged completely in her throat heightened the brewing orgasm in her love tunnel.

Meanwhile, Bethany continued to enjoy the face-fuck of her young life. Monty was trashing the poor girl's face. Mascara was tearing freely down the sides of her face, and yet she was getting off under his control. After dozens of thrusts, he pulled out to rest a moment. Bethany took the opportunity to take some long deserved breaths. "How you doing, girl, you still want more?" he asked.

"Yes, yes. In fact, Monty, stuff it down my throat and hold it there, I'm just about to cum and I want you to completely overpower me."

He plowed his silky cock back in her and bottomed out in her throat, lodging it there. She couldn't breathe but that's the feeling she was seeking. Her pussy squirted uncontrollably as she rubbed herself, soaking the bed sheets. He still held in down in her, even as her orgasm subsided and she was obviously needing air. Finally, she raised her hands to his chest and began to push him away. He pulled out bringing a long thick strand of saliva along with him, stretching about 12 inches from his cock to her lips.

Bethany coughed and gasped for oxygen, a bit dazed but none the worse for wear. She composed herself and sat up. Seeing her face in a wall mirror, she excused herself and went to the bathroom to clean up. She certainly didn't want his cum contaminated with eyeliner. Nor did she want to offer him a messy face as a target for him get off on.

As Bethany walked across the room toward the door, she caught Kristy's eye: "You go, girl! Take all of that black monster!" With a mouth jam packed with cock, she gave the "thumbs up" sign, unable to verbally respond. Monty enjoyed the view of Bethany's ass as it sashayed out the bedroom door before he walked around the bed and knelt at Kristy's open legs.

Bethany walked to the kitchen to retrieve her purse and quickly dashed into the bathroom. She washed her face, reached for a make-up kit in her purse, re-applied her eye liner and eye shadow and hastily re-combed her hair, adjusting the pigtails. Never before had she so quickly freshened herself.

In the bedroom, Monty began lightly lapping Kristy's sopping pussy which was nearing an orgasm triggered by the cock treatment Foley administered to her throat. After just a few of his probing licks on her tasty pink folds, her entire body began to buck and flail, causing her to not only squirt her fluids through multiple waves of ecstasy, but to lose the throat-thrusting rhythm she and Foley had established.

He pulled away from her--temporarily frustrated, as Monty licked her through the length of her ecstatic ride, held in place by both her hands--her nails lightly digging into the back of his head. Not one to waste time when there was sex to be had, Foley took hold of his insatiable snake and walked down the hallway where he found Bethany applying the finishing touches of her lipstick. 'Git down, girl, I gots to pop!"

Seeing the imminent release from his raging purple meanie, she dropped to her knees in the threshold of the door and held back her hair with her hands to offer his sperm barrel clear and direct access to her freshly made-up face. A wide welcoming smile on the gorgeous brunette's face, along with her lustfully pleading eyes were just enough encouragement to set Foley off as he manually pumped his hard-on.

Standing nearly three feet from her, his seed arched out like several geysers, turning her attention-getting face into a sperm-gotten one as thick streaks of splooge splattered it without any consideration that she had moments before re-applied her make-up. The bulky spunk hung still where it crashed. And crashed it did--covering her face like a white mask as she turned it ever so slowly, left then right, to be assured he sullied every part--eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, forehead, and chin. She counted seven expulsions fired from his cock and felt proud to have been the cause of his forceful orgasm. It made her feel sexy, womanly--and yes, dignified to wear the sperm of such a man on her face.

Foley then took his still hard cock in hand and used it to collect the thick goo he just spewed on the young girl. It rubbed it all over her face, leaving only the cum that had fallen on her lips and chin. That, he felt, she had earned, and watched as she cheerfully licked her lips and fingered in what her tongue couldn't reach. With his black cock nearly coated completely white from his own wad, he walked back to the bedroom to find that prissy bitch Kristy.

When he entered, he found her on all four getting reamed up the ass by Monty. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, Monty, fuck my ass..." she pleaded. Monty was only too willing to comply with the wishes of a white co-ed with such a perfect bubble butt.

"All of it, Monty, fuck me with all of it," Kristy instructed when she spotted Foley. Waving him over, he presented his cum-covered cock to her and she gobbled it up, carefully stretching her lips over it, gathering every drop of cum she could find while Monty split her ass with pile-driving enthusiasm. Her butt cheeks felt so fucking good against him, he knew he couldn't last much longer.

After she finished eating her creamy treat, Monty pulled her back on top of himself as he lay down. Kristy fell back using her arms and hands for support, controlling the rhythm cowgirl style. She sank herself deeply, dropping herself into his mid-section, feeling his cock throb in her tight bunghole.

Groans of pleasure filled the room. Monty grabbed her hips, keeping her motionless as he speared the entire length of his cock in her and fired--filling her asshole with his hot joy cream.

When he lay still, expended, and exhausted, Kristy hovered above his manhood and forcibly squeezed out his cum from her bowels. The fluid dripped out of her back door and on his cock and balls. Satisfied she had emptied herself of all his sperm, she crawled off him, knelt between his legs and rubbed her face all over his goop covered crotch. "Gawd damn, that was great!" she exclaimed.



Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 11



The girls woke to a beautiful Sunday morning as the sunlight softly fell upon them as they lay in Kristy's bedroom, slowly stirring from the night's embrace. Bethany, at eighteen, was a year younger than her close friend who was home on summer break from college. Bethany began sleeping over her friend's house on some nights. Both girls had recently fallen into a deep obsession for the high school janitor where Bethany had attended. 

Since Bethany introduced Kristy to Foley (the thirty-something black custodian) a couple of weeks ago, a unique bond had formed between the girls. Their mutual infatuation of the "dark" side seemed to compound more each day. Finding gratification at the end of his rather large and talented black cock had become a daily goal. 

And yet at times Kristy was still having difficulty adjusting to this new experience. Bethany had long since abandoned any reservation of servicing a black cock, but the blonde, often eagerly giving in to the carnal desire, remained in some sort of denial state. She could not admit to herself that she enjoyed submitting to a lowly, black janitor--and at times it showed. 

Bethany was the daughter of the church's pastor, and as such, regularly attended Sunday mass. Today would be no exception. The girls showered and planned a Sunday brunch after church. They dressed and readied themselves for the morning service.

With such an inviting sun shining, the young girls took to walking the several blocks to the church. One blonde and one brunette, they were stunners on the street. Their taut-fitting jeans and loose blouses on their model-quality bodies could easily draw attention--although this early on a Sunday, the street was nearly empty.

A few blocks from the church, Bethany's cell rang. She answered to a "Hey." Her heart palpitated, recognizing Foley's deep and imposing voice.

"Hi, Foley," she said aloud so Kristy could hear. They smiled to each other.

"I'm jist down da street in m'car 'bout a block behind yo' sweet young asses. Now don't look 'round, jist keep walkin', I likes watchin' yo' tight buns shake."

"Oh, Foley, you say the nices things!"

"What say yo' bithes up fer some Sunday mornin' delights?"

"Well, we're on our way to Sunday service, Foley."

"So skip it. I'm plannin' on shootin' some hoops in the court way behind da church in dat park. Meet me there."

"You know I can't refuse you, Foley. See you in a few..." and Bethany hung up. "We won't be attending services today, Kristy, at least not at church. Foley's going to meet us at the basketball court in the park behind the church. Looks like a fun morning..."

"What nerve he has! Are we that desperate that we have to come every time he calls? Who does he think he is?"

"He thinks he's a man with a big black cock that we love. And you know something? He's right. I've been thinking about it all night and I want to see him. You coming or not?"

"I-I-I suppose," Kristy reluctantly conceded. She too had dreamed of his cock most of the night but couldn't bear to say the words to Bethany; she could hardly own up it to herself.

The girls saw Foley drive by them and turn up the street into the road leading to the park lot. They walked slowly and cautiously to the court, not wanting to attract attention from parishioners parking along the street. They cut through a grass field to avoid running into anyone.

They approached the court where Foley was already tossing baskets in a muscle shirt and shorts. "Go sit in da back a m'car, ladies, I left a treat in dare fer ya's." Opening the rear door to his car with a watchful eye, the girls slipped in and found a joint and a lighter on the seat. They sank down low so not to be seen and smoked the reefer while Foley continued his work out. That Bethany's father would soon be addressing his congregation was of little concern to the girls.

After about fifteen minutes, the girls were down to nothing but a roach. Foley had a good sweat going and took a towel from his gym bag to wipe his brow. With two high and fine-looking white sluts in his back seat, he definitely had enough of basketball. We walked over to the car, tossed his bag and ball into the truck and squeezed in the back seat between the girls.

"So what yo' bitches have planned fo' today?"

"I told you Foley, we were going to church. Then we'd thought we'd go to Sunday brunch," Bethany said in a lazy, altered voice.

"Well, now, guess yo' plans have changed. No church fo' ya gals today, but maybe yo' all could still have Sunday brunch, heh, heh, "remarked Foley as he grabbed his crotch, "yo' gals can't resist seeing ol' Fol', am I right?"

"Come on," Kristy said, "quit playing with us. Who the fuck you think you are Foley? Just 'cause you got us high you think you own us?"

"What'sup wit' dis bitch?" he spat out and looked to Bethany.

"She's got a bug up her ass."

"Damn bitch. If dat bubble ass wasn't so fine I'd kick it out right quick. Didn't dat reefer mellow yo' down at all? Yo' still think yo' some uppity high class blonde? Dat it?"

"I just don't like to be taken for granted."

"Well, how 'bout I grant you dis, bitch?" Foley exposed himself by pulling down his shorts around his balls.

He put his sweaty arms around the shoulders of the beauties. "Yo' shore a smart-ass, bitch. Now either yo' whack me, whack me righ' off now, or yo' can jist fo'get 'bout getting' any black cock from here on out." 

Just the smell of his genitals was enough to arouse the girls as it permeated through the car, overpowering the cloud of marijuana. The prospect of being denied the favor of his black cock was not something Kristy liked to think about. "I regret insulting you," she apologized and obediently brought her hand down to his crotch.

He turned to Bethany and began kissing her firmly as Kristy worked her perfectly manicured fingers over his shaft, slowly pumping it up. Bethany offered him her tongue which he greedily sucked up and lapped, probing her mouth, sucking her lips, taking her breath away. As they made-out, he reached his hand to clutch her breast and squeezed it through her thin blouse. Her heart and breath raced with desire.

Kristy, too, was getting turned on as his cock hardened in her grasp. She loved how it felt--all hard and spongy at the same time. Her long fingers rubbed around and over the head making it swell in size. A droplet of pre-cum formed and it was too tempting to resist. Foley felt her bow down. "Say whatcha doin' bitch?" he said it a high-pitched and agitated voice as he pulled her head back.

"I was going to blow you..."

"Blow me? Da way yo' fuckin' acted t'day yo' think yo' goin' taste dis cock. No way. Jist keep jerkin' honey. Only bitch here gonna git Sunday brunch is m'sweet Bethany."

Kristy's hand tentatively reached back for his cock and when he turned to kiss Bethany she wrapped her hand around it again and stroked it. She lovingly scratched her nails along the underside of his shaft--just the way she knew he liked. His pre-cum began flowing and slicked up the shaft as she provoked it further.

Watching her own white hand move up and down on his thick black hard-on was making her wet with excitement. Her hand and fingers were coated with pre-cum and her red glossy nails looked even more lustrous. His cock teased her. If only he'd let her suck on it.

Foley had worked his hand into Bethany's bra to pinch her nipple. She responded with more aggressive Frenching. Kristy knew he was nearing an orgasm as his hips begin to twitch. "Ready fo' yo' Sunday brunch, girl?" he said to Bethany.

"Oooh yeah," she whispered in a heavy breathy voice, "more than ever..."

"Awright, listen up! Spread yo' lips wide open jist above da shaft head so Kristy kin whack it off in yo' mout'. But keep yo' mout' open, jist let her spurt it all in. I'm gonna try and hit yo' tonsils. Den lets da juice fall where it may. Got it, bitches?"

As instructed, Bethany presented her open mouth as his personal sperm target. Kristy felt his cock stiffen. "Aaaggghh.." he moaned, shuttered, and fired a stream of jism that hit Bethany full force in the back hollow of her throat which nearly made her gag. Kristy continued pumping him as cum salvos erupted into her girlfriend's mouth. 

Just as she was directed, Bethany kept her lips wide apart for him as his thick sticky goo slipped off her tongue like molasses, falling back on his angry cock. Kristy's cum-glazed hand squeaked as she jerked his still spurting cock. More dick batter blasted Bethany's tongue, clung there for a moment, then dribbled down in long glistening globs to his cock.

Bethany wanted nothing more than to drive her face deep onto his sweet cannon for as long as she could stand; to feel his helmet push deep into her throat; to savor his essence. Her hot breath cascaded on his crotch. He knew what she wanted. "Awrigh' girl, have yo' brunch!"

Bethany lip-locked his sperm-coated cock head while Kristy held the shaft, slowly but deliberately squeezing the shaft to ply out more cum that she knew Bethany would want. She sucked it down as it spilled into her mouth then lapped all the slopped cum up from his sweaty shaft and balls. Bethany took Kristy's hand off his cock so she could fully enjoy taking the length his black snake deep in her throat. She cleaned it properly--the only way a true black-cock slut knew how--by using her lips and tongue, exclusively. Not wanting to waste a single drop of his addicting sperm, she took Kristy's cum-glazed hand and sucked each finger and glistening nail into her mouth making sure she sucked off every remnant.

"See what dis bitch gets," Foley said referring to Bethany, "she don't give me no shit so she gets rewarded." Kristy could only sit back, frustrated, as Bethany licked her lips with a satisfied cum-stained grin.

"Thank you soooo much, Foley. My father may give me grief for not seeing me at church but you made missing it worthwhile," Bethany said, running her tongue around her lips.

"Well, das jist da beginnin.' I'm gonna take a little ride. Dis other bitch here kin come along if she loses da attitude."

"What do you say, Kris, you want to join us?" Bethany asked.

Desire for black cock was permeating through her brain. Especially after inhaling all that sweet smell of sex and then not getting satisfaction. This time she didn't hesitate of question Foley. "Yes, please, I'd love to come along with you."

"Great!"

Foley moved to the front seat and handed the girls two blindfolds he'd taken out of his glove compartment. "Put dees on. I'm gonna take yo' to a place I know where we kin really party. Stay low in the backseat so's no one sees ya when I drive pass da church. It's 'bout a half hour drive from here--so git comfortable." Foley popped a CD in the dash player and was soon driving out on the highway.

After about 30 minutes time, he took an exit ramp and made a left onto a dirt road. A sign flashed "ADULT VIDEO" from a building ahead. He drove around back, told the girls to stay put for a few minutes, and rang a bell at the back door. He greeted a black guy with a ghetto handshake and then went to get the girls. Still in blindfolds, he quickly led the girls in the building through the rear entrance.

He took them by the hand to a cubicle. "Here ya go, bitches," he said and helped each girl kneel on a cushioned pew in the tiny dark room. Bethany and Kristy were kneeling side by side in front of a wall. He took each of their hands and guided them to vertical bars, like the ones found in a handicapped accessible toilet, which were bolted to the wall. "Yo' kin hold on to dis for support if yo' need to. Da all-yo'-kin eat buffet will be commencin' soon. Enjoy, gals, I be back later for ya's." Foley left, closing the door behind him.

"What are we supposed to do, Bethany?"

"I'm not quite sure, but judging by the pungent smell in here, I think it'll probably involve..." and just as she was finishing her sentence, a panel in the wall in front of her whooshed open. "Suck on this, white-slut!" commanded a deep voice that was obviously from a black man. Although Bethany couldn't see, her mouth began to immediately water from just smelling the musk emitting off the cock poking through the small passage in the wall which measured a perfect 6x6 square. 

Kristy, too, heard a panel open before her and then another command: "Open wide, bitch, lunch is served!" 

Bethany opened her mouth wide to feel around for the cock. At first it poked her in the cheek but soon enough she found her bearings and had her tongue running down the underside. It was already hard and full of flavor. As she lathered it up with her saliva, she said, "Kristy, it appears that Foley has set up a black cock party for us with our mouths as hostesses."

"Well, then, I guess we'd better be good little hostesses..." and Kristy took a deep breath, found the tip of the cock before her, and kissed it. It jerked forward and she opened wide to allow it to ravage her, taking it deep down her throat. The cock was fully hard and very large--bigger than Foley. Her hands found the bar supports and she held on as it forcefully drove into her face.

Bethany, too, now was getting cock drilled into her face. Each girl could hear the other's slobbering and occasional gags as they passionately gave intense blowjobs to these tasty mystery cocks. The thought of removing the blindfold crossed Bethany's mind for a moment but then she reconsidered. She thought it would heighten the experience if she just took the cock without seeing it. She let her other senses work at enhancing arousal. As she let the cock drive down to the very back of her throat, nearly making her gag, she unzipped her jeans, loosened the waist and began to rub her pussy.

She moaned loudly around the cock as she herself closed in on an orgasm. Then without any warning, the mystery cock spewed ghetto gunk into her throat, then pistoned out and then back in again all the while spurting the ball batter. Some puddled in her mouth which she swallowed straight away, enjoying waves of pleasure peaking in her vagina. More man-muck splashed across her lips and cheeks, running down her chin. She fought in earnest to keep the head in her mouth, grabbed it with her hand and pumped off as much cum into her mouth as she could, swallowing hard and breathing even harder.

As the mystery cock softened a bit, she withdrew her hand and just licked the head and shaft until the owner casually pulled his cock away and slide the panel shut. Though she had orgasmed, soaking her own panties from the thrill of sucking off an anonymous black cock, Bethany was not sated. She took off her blindfold, finding the strange room lit by a dim red bulb. She watched her girlfriend take the mammoth cock almost to the hilt. "Damn, Kristy, I just swallowed down a huge load of jizz from a black guy I never even met."

"How was it, girl?"

"It was fucking amazing! I creamed my jeans," Bethany admitted while watching Kristy worship her black, "but I want more." 

"Don't get any ideas, girl. This one's mine and I'm about to follow your lead..." Kristy took the cock, fisted it with determination, and pleaded, "Please, sir, I need to have a big load in my mouth."

"Just keep that up and you'll get your payoff," said the guy behind the wall.

Kristy steadfastly held the head on her outstretched tongue, pumping the long shaft with her hand. Bethany watched the incredible of sight. Kristy long nails shined even in the darkened room as they grazed across the fleshy black shaft, making the depraved act look glamorous. The cock had to close to eleven inches...maybe more and Kristy had difficulty trying to deep throat it. She was using her hands on it.

The first blast hit with such force that the white pasty slime skipped over her tongue and swooshed down her throat. If she had any reservations (and she certainly didn't) about eating cum, they were laid to rest as there was no doubt where that string of ejaculate was headed.

With the cock head now trapped between her lips, the gorgeous co-ed pumped the nasty snake with both hands. This caused it to violently erupt in geysers of cum so fierce that Kristy couldn't swallow fast enough or contain the precious sap within her oral cavity. It proved too much for her. She gagged and coughed, losing much of the sperm load. Her head dropped and she tummy wretched as she tried to compose herself.

Bethany saw opportunity and immediately grabbed the still spouting hard on and squeezed off the remaining spunk into her own gluttonous mouth. Poor Kristy had coughed all over her blouse and even up on the wall and floor. Damn, what a waste, she thought to herself. Bethany enjoyed the bonus she was able to eat, smiling, also giddy as she lapped the gifted cock. Again, just like the first it, it withdrew and the panel slide shut.

Bethany reached to take Kristy's blindfold off and used as a rag to clean her face up. "Whoa, girl, guess that one got the best of you..."

"Fuck. That's the second load of the day I missed out on. FUCK!"

"Maybe there'll be more," said Bethany.

"I hope so," replied Kristy, "this sure is a weird room. I wonder where we are?"

"Don't you know?"

"No..."

"It's black cock heaven," quipped Bethany and the girls laughed. Bethany's panel open and another black hard-on poked through. There was no voice command this time.

He was gigantic! Bethany gulped. This was over a foot long. She held his shaft in one hand and took a long lingering vista of it. "Oh wow," explained Kristy, "I've never seen one that big before!" 

"Me neither," said Bethany. His cock was long, very long and thick. Its color was deep charcoal; the shimmering head was burgundy in the red light. Bethany stroked his cock, watching the foreskin slip back and forth over the head. She also wished it was soft, she loved playing with an uncut man's foreskin.

Bethany began licking it, never taking her mesmerized eyes from it. She brought that black monster to her open mouth--she was actually salivating in anticipation. She sucked him, using slow long strokes and sporadically kissed and caressed his cock. Kristy looked on in awe. Bethany never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, with her face taking in more and more of that black giant, she thought. That black cock simply made her beam with life. Fuck, she thought, I want that black cock in my throat.

Without a word spoken between them he began to fuck her face, pumping long and deep, swinging from his hips. His pre-cum began to ooze out profusely. She held the shaft still and wiped the leaking pee-hole all over her tongue, top side and bottom. This was the most delicious cock she had ever had the opportunity to blow. If the pre-cum was any indication of how his sperm would taste, she was definitely going to savor this one.

He stopped for a moment and pulled out of the little window. "enjoying yourself in there?" he asked.

"Oh yes, you taste yummy!"

"Can you handle some cum?" he asked.

"Absolutely. I want to taste it."

"I'd be happy to provide you with a load but would you first allow me to fuck your throat?"

"Sure, I love deep-throating dick."

"Then take hold of the bars and get ready for a cock assault. Say AHHHHHHH..."

Bethany opened wide and his cock jabbed at her throat. There was no way she could take it all down but she was eager to find her limit. His belly was smacking against the thin wall as his hips forced his cock into her mouth. She drooled saliva as the cock prodded places in her gullet it had no business being in. He was ramming the majority of the foot-long monster into her and she was beginning to feel the bile in her well up.

She coughed and had to stop to wipe her tearing eyes. "You alright in there?" the unknown man asked.

Bethany simply responded with an open mouth "AHHHHHH." The black cock quickly returned and was shoved back into her face as she tightly gripped on to the bars. Her mouth had never before been so roughly dealt with. Usually she took her time attempting to swallow a big cock. This mother was insistent and impatient. She did her best to keep up with it. Kristy couldn't believe the girl had it in her. 




Bethany Gets Afro-Sheened Ch. 11



As he ransacked her throat, over and over, she took another quarter inch here, and quarter inch of it there until finally she neared the eleven inch mark and again he made the young cheerleader wretch and this time bile filled her mouth and she spat it out on the floor as her eyes water again.

"You spit up, girl?"

"A...a...I'm afraid so..." she admitted hesitantly.

"Well, that means you reached your limit and that's damn good for a cock this size. Get ready for your dinner. Just stick out your tongue and open wide." He began to jerk his cock off, aiming his cock nozzle at her gaping mouth.

Thick, chunky gobs landed in her mouth as he fired off six rounds of arcing strands, slowly filling her mouth. She then aggressively took the shaft in her hand and rubbed it, getting him to fire three more times before he withdrew and closed the panel. His cum was extraordinarily flavorsome. Her cheeks bulged to the max with his liberal offering. She let her tongue marinate in its mouth-watering lusciousness. She didn't want to swallow it, instead opting to savor more for as long as she could. 

Suddenly her cell phone rang. She reached for it and noticed the call was from her father, the minister. Although she knew he was wondering where she was, having missed church and all--there was no way she was going to let the enjoyment of the moment end in order to answer it. She swished the prized juice around in her mouth, gargled with it, held her mouth open for Kristy to see the black man's present, ran her tongue on the sides of her cheeks, and then after several minutes, finally gulped the creamy goo down.

"Kristy, that was the best tasting spunk load I have ever eaten. It was...well...I can't think of the words...I could drink glasses of the stuff." Her belly hiccupped a cum belch after just barely getting the last sentence out. They giggled like the teenagers they were and then Kristy's panel opened--yet another prize behind door #2.

Bethany had to be content to watch Kristy work off this new cock. Although this one was black like the rest, it was not a big as the others--only a seven-incher, she surmised. What it lacked in size, it made up for in texture. It was smooth, slick, and had a very appealing odor. Kristy unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra, never breaking her gaze from what would soon be thrusting in her mouth. She pinched her nipples, getting them hard as one hand fell to her crotch and began rubbing her cunt through her jeans. She was going to enjoy sucking off this cock to the fullest degree.

She began her black cock worship by planting a wet and sizzling kiss on the tip of the hard cock and then slowly nibbled on the head while pinching her own nipples until they grew pointy and stiff. Her fingernails lightly scratched at the belly of the shaft as she drew the head in her mouth. Without further ado, pre-cum spilled on her tongue. She graciously received the sweet tang of it and swallowed. Hmmmm, she thought, not a bad flavor, as she ran her tongue in circles on the roof of her mouth.

Pushing more cock in her mouth once again, she could feel the spongy head rub the top of her mouth. It was a sensation she loved--almost as much as having cook buried deep in the back of her throat. Like a hawk after prey, she swooped down on it, trapping it within the wet darkness of her gullet until she had to come up for air. Then she'd swoop down on it again; this time she was the aggressor. This cock was not going to get the best of her this time!

As a voyeur, Bethany began rubbing herself, hoping her panel would slide open again. She watched as Kristy fervently worked on the cock without wasting so much as second for a breather. Her hand pumped and rubbed the shaft while she sucked and licked the mouth-watering treat. Salvia ran freely from the numerous and successful deep-throat attempts. She had taken that black mallet balls-deep over a dozen times when after which she felt his hot flesh pulsate in her mouth and she knew what it was beating for. The cock twitched but she squeezed the underside of it her fingers, damming his flow. The cock dry-heaved in a pseudo-orgasm. When it subsided, she took the cock head in her mouth and sucked on it as hard as she could while she played with herself. 

Clamping her lips around the end of the cock, she pressed her jaws together and produced a sensation had resulted in his bucking again. As he blew a monumental load of cock snot into her waiting mouth, she bucked through several waves of womanly ecstasy. Bethany looked on like a lost puppy hoping for a morsel of food as Kristy received a half a dozen mighty jizz spurts.

"Ooo ooo ooo mmmm mmmm good," said Kristy, quivering and shaking. As the lone cock hung there in mid-air, a long dollop cascaded out the pee hole, clinging down about six inches. Kristy twirled it around a finger and thoughtfully offered it to Bethany. She hungrily devoured the delicacy.

The girls knelt there for ten minutes without another cock served up. They began to dress themselves when Foley opened the door and asked how it went. The girls said they had a mind-blowing time. Foley was ready to take them home, but first they had to re-tie their blindfolds, both of which were soiled with cum. 

Back in the car, Foley had to drive with the windows open because the girls reeked of sour sperm. Before they were dropped off back at the park, he asked Kristy to stop by his place the following evening. He wanted her to show him what she'd learned from today's experience. Bethany took Kristy into the now emptied church where they could at least try to clean up before going home.