0 comments/ 165394 views/ 22 favorites Direct Dick By: Liclovely Author's note: This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived, it is done so on he basis that the author will have unrestricted access to the archive. This story is a work of fiction. None of the characters or events herein is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upsets you, do not read any further. By reading further you certify that you have accessed/requested access to this material willfully, and that you are an adult 21 years of age or older. You also certify that you are NOT a city, county, state, or federal law enforcement officer, official of the United States Postal Service, acting in the capacity of a representative of a telecommunications firm, and that this material does not offend the standards in your area, nor is it in violation of any of local, state, or federal law. Chap. 1 (Intro-Jamil) "Hey, is this thing on?" "Yes," "Okay, can I just start talking?" "Yes," "Hello, my name is Jamil Stanford. I'm 30 years of age. I'm Black...uh...or should I be PO-litically correct and say African-American?" "I could give TWO shits less, boy," said the man as he held up two fingers, which parted slightly. "Well, I know damn well when a tired, out of shape, pack a day smoking officer of the law is running down a back alley chasing a brotha, he ain't thinking 'I got to get this AFRICAN-AMERICAN'! His ass is thinking I'm going to catch this BLACK son of a ...," "Alright-alright, we get the picture," said the man, dismissively. "Sorry, I tend to go there. Anyways, I'm 5'7", 185lbs. Yeah, I'm short. But I ain't short AND skinny! Yeah, as you can imagine, I've heard just about every imaginable put-down concerning my height so let's get that out of the way. I'm originally from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. But, I moved south after getting out of the Army and I now live in Macon, GA. I don't have any children (honest!) I completed three years of college before getting kicked out for selling weed. My major was psychology. I do have plans to return, but right now I'm satisfied with just working". "Son, what does that have to do with why your ass is sitting here?!" said the man. "Okay...calm your damn nerves! I'm getting there. Since I'M the one being recorded. I want all of the facts as I know them to be true and elements involved to be presented and explained. Now, as I was about to say... Right now, I'm sitting in the Macon, GA police department interrogation room. Across from me is the honorable sheriff, Buford Slupski. I'm being questioned about several alleged allegations of blackmail and robbery. On WHITE WOMEN and their homes, no less! My lawyer, Antonio Gigliotti is also present," "Before I start with what truly happened, let me preface by saying this. The fact that I'm even here is BULLSHIT!" I've never been with a white woman before I came down south just over four years ago. I traveled overseas while in the military and YES, I bedded quite a few European women, but I don't count them as white. WHY, YOU ASK?! Because European women, for the most part, have a different view of Black men and people, for the most part. While I was over doing my tour of duty, I never sensed that they turned their noses up at the sight of Black men. They didn't present that 'southern belle' bullshit when they were in proximity of Black men. American white women pull that shit ALL THE TIME! Acting like there is a good chance a brotha won't be able to control his lust or something. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! One thing is certain, the myth of 'chaste sacred white womanhood was not created by the southern white woman, the Black woman, or the Black man. It seems to me that it was invented by the southern white man to salve his own guilt," said Jamil. "Guilt?! What guilt?" asked the sheriff, incredulously. "Guilt that seems to stem primarily from the white man's persistent, clandestine activities with BLACK women. I think out of this guilt grew fear-if white slaveowners found it difficult to stay away from the 'animal' attraction of Black women, would it not be possible that his own wife could feel that same attraction toward Black men? The second source of guilt I see is the sense of immorality about a society founded and maintained on the principles of human slavery. The southern way of life had to be justified somehow. A symbol had to be created, an idea of grace and purity that would go to war with a civilization shot through with shame, bigotry, and the INHUMAN treatment of nearly six million Black people," "I believe 'sacred white womanhood' emerged in the south as an immaculate mythology to glorify an otherwise indecent society. Then those ignorant motherfuckers come up with what I like to call the 'rape complex'...as if Black men had access to defenseless, clueless southern white women on the regular! PUL-LEASE! Listen, sheriff, the hypocrisy and sexual immorality of the south SEEMS to escape the mental abilities of the southern white woman. Why? I don't know. But, perhaps, it is her very knowledge of these things that has driven her out of a sense of guilt through COMPLICITY, to pretend that they did not exist, to shut her eyes and succumb to a mode of living and thinking that all but has dehumanized her. Made her a shell of herself. Over time, the southern white woman has accepted the sterile role her husband insisted she play. She became doll, an ornament, like a beautiful painting on a wall that is admired and given lip service by everyone but which is actually loved by no one. American white women, from my experiences, have allowed themselves to be DELUDED with the idea that ALL Black men want them in a sexual way. That same 'thinking' has resulted in numerous lynchings and vicious beatdowns (authors note: click on Emmitt Till). "SO, as you can see, I've never had a true love or attraction towards white women, sheriff," said Jamil. "But, son, SOMEHOW, your ass is sitting in county lockup! Go figure!" said the smirking sheriff, as he realized that he had never met a spearchucker who spoke so eloquently. Not that he knew what the word meant. "Well, if you've been near a television set in the last year, you've seen the company I work for, Direct TV, and our commercials. Digital cable. 130 channels. Our commercials are wild as hell! I'm sure you've seen the one where in the beginning of the commercial, there is a room of Direct TV employees in this room working on CPR dummies. Then the next frame, as a Direct TV representative is explaining the available digital cable packages, he falls out, and the guy jumps down and begins CPR," said Jamil. "Or the one where the woman is hugging the Direct TV guy for a really long time and the husband is just standing there looking embarrassed. Then when she finally lets him go, the husband grabs him for a hug. You can't believe how that commercial has affected our relations with customers!" "Ah, yeah, but boy this ain't telling me a dollop of shit about what we supposed to be talking about...get to the gatt-damned story, ALREADY!" said Buford rather testily. "Okay, shit! Calm your nerves! Where would you like to start?" asked Jamil. "Rachel Stanwick from the old money Stanwicks," said the sheriff. "Rachel. Built like a brick shithouse. Redhead. Big titties, full lips, ass and hips sorta like a sista," said a smiling Jamil. [cough...cough...cough] "Yeah...that'd be the one, son," said the sheriff, finally. His face was red. Jamil knew that the sheriff thought that he was supposed to be scared because he was sitting in a police station. But he wasn't. FUCK HIM! He knew he had not done any of the shit they were trying to charge him with. "Well, if I'm going to tell that story, I'm going to tell it my way," "Whatever way you want to tell it, just tell the damned thing already!" said Buford. In his mind this Black buck was already guilty. "There's no way in sam hell, a woman as fine and upstanding as Rachel Stanwick let this mongrel between her thighs, willingly. No fucking way!" he said to himself. He had always wanted to fuck a blue-blooded woman of wealth but his portly Michelin Man build was seen as a turn-off to most women with a beating heart. His fucked up crew cut didn't help either. Chap. 2 (Jamil) "On February 15th, 2002, I arrived at work at 8am. On the work orders for that day, I had a Phillip Stanwick scheduled for a 11am install job. I called the residence at 9:30am and spoke with Mrs. Stanwick. I informed her about the scheduled in-home service. She told me that her husband had left out of town the previous night on business. I asked her if she wanted to cancel the install. She told me no because her husband was really looking forward to the sports package he had called to order. So, I told her I would see her at 11am," "After hanging up with her, I went to dispatch to get directions to the house. I saw that it was in an upscale region of the city. I left early because sometimes I do get lost. But I arrived early at the residence. It was a split-level mini-mansion in a gated community of equally nice homes. Very nice. Very expensive. At 11am, I rang the chime on the door. No answer. I rang it again. Still, no answer. I walked towards the rear of the residence and I noticed a very large in ground pool surrounded by a four-foot fence. I walked over to the fence and saw Mrs. Stanwick reclining on a chair sipping a drink. She was FINE as hell! She had on an emerald green colored two-piece that seemed to barely contain her voluptuous body. I called out to her and she looked my way. She had a look of alarm on her face at first. I then called out to her that I was with Direct TV. She called out that she would me at the front door," "I went back to the front door and waited for her to let me in. She opened the door a short time later. She had put a sheer wrap around her waist. She had not bothered to conceal her bikini-clad hard-nippled breasts. She was approximately 5'9", 135-140lbs. Strawberry-blonde colored hair. Her breasts had to be C's or even D's, probably a 36 or 38 in measurement. And man did she have hips! Like a motherfucking roller coaster!" Jamil exclaimed to the sheriff's chagrin. She opened those pouty lips of hers and said, "Sorry about that. I was just getting some sun. I'm going to have to ask you to wait a little while longer. I have to call my husband to see if it's okay to let a bla-, er...uh, I mean to let a man in the house while he's not here," she had said. "I knew she was hesitating because I was Black. But hey, it's her house. She could do anything she wanted to. So, I waited outside," "A short time later, she came back and opened the door for me. She seemed to be upset or something. I could also smell alcohol on her breath. She led the way into the massive two-story living room. I let her know that the order was for the living room, the den, and the master bedroom," "She commented on my height and then asked me did I know that I resembled Gary Coleman, the pint-sized child actor. I think she was trying to put me down a little, but I just shrugged it off and went about the business of installing and wiring. I get ribbed a lot for my height, so it didn't really bother me, but why had she decided to pick on me? I didn't even know the bitch" "The whole time I was doing the install, Mrs. Stanwick kept walking back and forth in whatever room I happened to be in. All the time, she continued to crack 'short' jokes and they were starting to get on my last nerves! She then asked me what my first name was. I told her. She began laughing, reminding me of the girls I went to high school with. I asked her how her Valentines had went. She immediately turned red-faced and told me it was none of my 'black-business', and then she stormed out of the room! I was sorry for what I had said to her so I focused on doing a good job on the installation and getting my ass out of there," "The final room I had to hook up was the master bedroom. Before I went up to install it, I looked out the living room window at Mrs. Stanwick, who appeared to be sleeping by the pool. I think she had had maybe a little too much to drink that early on in the morning," "I went upstairs and began working. The master bedroom had a very tall and wide entertainment center. The television sat high and in the center. Due to my size, I always remembered to bring a stepladder in the trucks I was assigned to drive for the day. I exited the master bedroom and went downstairs and out to my truck to retrieve the ladder. When I came back in the house and went back upstairs to the master bedroom, I heard the shower running. I began to wonder if Mrs. Stanwick had forgotten I was in the home. I began working very quickly," "Mrs. Stanwick came out of the master bathroom wearing only a towel. She did not seem fazed by the fact that I was in the bedroom so I continued working. Mrs. Stanwick went back into the bathroom for a while. When she came back out, she was wearing a three-quarters terrycloth robe that came just above her knee. She informed me that she had fallen asleep outside and had been burned by the sun. She told me that she was looking for a bottle of aloe vera to rub on her skin. I asked her if she wanted me to leave out of the bedroom so that she could continue her search. She said no. She joked that I was too short to be a threat," "Anyways, I finished connecting up the television in the master bedroom. I called out for Mrs. Stanwick so that I could explain the system setup and have her sign my work order to verify that the work was done. I walked out of the bedroom and ran into Mrs. Stanwick. She was holding a bottle of aloe vera. She held the bottle out to me and asked if I minded putting some on her back. Her robe had parted slightly, and I had a good view of the crevice between her large breasts. I told her that I didn't think it was a good idea if I were to put lotion on her back. She asked why. I told her that it would look pretty weird for a BLACK MAN in the South to be putting lotion on a half-naked WHITE WOMAN. Mrs. Stanwick laughed long and loud. She said that no one was in the house to us, so what was the big deal. Plus, she had said, with a name like Jamil added with my height caused her to feel absolutely no threat from me. She said that she felt comfortable with my presence in her home. I asked her what her husband would say," "She sucked her teeth and proceeded to tell me how her husband's busy schedule kept her home alone for weeks. She told me that their Valentines celebration had been ruined. She had planned a romantic evening with him but he had been called away at the last minute for urgent business. She talked about how her husband's business always seemed to come before her and their marriage. She stated that she was tired of pretending happiness when she was not. I said nothing. She began to cry softly. I told her that I would put the aloe vera on her back. Mrs. Stanwick walked into the bedroom. She motioned that I should follow her in. I followed," "Mrs. Stanwick approached the bed and crawled up onto it with her hands and knees. Her ass swayed seductively. I also could have sworn that the woman did not have any underwear on! I approached the bed and watched as she shrugged off the top of her robe and lay down on her stomach. She handed me the lotion and laid her face upon the bed. I saw where her skin was red. I poured the liquid into my hands and rubbed them together. Mrs. Stanwick moaned at the first contact of my hands upon her pale, sunburned skin. I worked the gel onto her upper back using a circular motion. Mrs. Stanwick turned her face towards me and told me that my hands were very large and strong for a man my size and height. I told her not to let my size fool her. She asked me what she could be fooled about? I said nothing. I concentrated on rubbing her soft skin and hearing her moan, occasionally" "Mrs. Stanwick turned her face away from me and I thought I heard her sobbing, lightly. I asked her if she was okay. She said she was. Said something was in her eyes. I resumed putting lotion on her back. Mrs. Stanwick then requested that I move her robe off of her arms and off the top of her back. She left the robe lying just above her asscrack. I could see the sides of her milky white breasts. It seemed as if she was lying on large balloons. Her back was smooth and freckled...without any marks. I squirted lotion onto her lower back. She moaned and writhed her hips, slightly. I took my time rubbing the lotion onto her back. I was thinking that this would be it. She would thank me and ask me to lock the door on my way out. Man, was I surprised!" "That feels sooo good, Jamil" Mrs. Stanwick breathed out as she spread her arms out on either side of her. She looked so submissive and willing at that moment. Her next request floored me..." Chap. 3 (Rachel) In an adjacent room, Mrs. Rachel Stanwick was also being interrogated. The deputy who was interviewing her was none other than, Norma Slupski, Buford's wife. She was a BIG woman who suffered from obesity for the majority of her life. Her hair was hidden under a cap because she had burned most of it off, permanently, trying to fix herself up with a homemade perm kit. She believed like her husband that white womanhood was sacred and not to be offered in any way to the uncivilized animal known as the Black man. But the story she was hearing in no way offered evidence that this white woman had been forced to anything with the short, muscular Black guy that worked for Direct TV. Mrs. Stanwick continued with her mesmerizing story as Norma pulled out a Snickers candy bar and began smacking away. "I asked him if he could move my robe a little lower and do the back of my thighs and calves. I won't lie. His hands were so strong and they manipulated my tense back muscles into putty. I thought that it was weird that his hands were so large for a man his height. I mean the guy could not have been over 5'7"! But nonetheless, his hands were doing a number on my body," explained Rachel. "I asked him what he had done for Valentine's Day. He said nothing but that if had a girlfriend he would have planned something very special for the day and evening. I thought to myself, here I was with a husband who did not appreciate me, even on Valentine's Day. And here was a man without a girlfriend who would have done anything for his woman...that is, if he had one. He told me a woman as beautiful as I was should never have to worry about a man not doing the special things for her. I needed to hear that," said Rachel as she gathered resolve to finish telling her story. "He worked my robe down to just above my asscheeks and pulled the remaining material up to just about the underside of my asscheeks and proceeded to massage the back of my thighs, my calves and then my feet. He talked softly to me the whole time, putting me at ease. He then worked his way back up to my calves and to my thighs, once again. To be truthful, I believe I may have had a slight orgasm as he rubbed my thighs. His hands were magical!" "As he rubbed near the top of my thighs, I had an epiphany. I could seduce this Black man and NO ONE would ever know! This was going to be my one chance in life to seduce a Black man...even if he was a little on the short side. I decided that I wanted to feel his hands on my ass! My ass needed to be rubbed! I don't remember the last time my husband did that to me even though he knows that turns me on to no end," "I married him when I was 23. Since that time, our marriage has turned into dinner parties and business dinners. We've been married six years. He does not spend much time with me. I partly understand because he wants to make partner before he reaches 35. But to be truthful, none of that was on my mind when I asked Jamil to slide my towel to the side and continue his massage," continued Rachel. Direct Dick "You asked that nigger to rub your ass, ma'am?! That's what you're telling me?" asked a chocolate-smeared Norma. It was incredulous that this fine, upstanding SOUTHERN woman had fallen for the charms of an undersized Black installation guy. Northern niggers were the worst! They had no respect for southern traditions, of which there were many. "Yes. That's what I'm telling you, deputy. You can't sit there with your...your...womanly (?) body and say that you've EVER gone without sex for six months! My husband and I were trying to have a baby but our doctor told him that his sperm was deficient or low in number or something. After that, Philip lost interest in sex. To add insult to injury, he has not touched me in that intimate way that couples touch each other...in six months!" said Rachel vehemently. "I-...uh...six months? Six months?! Well...I-uh...I swear if Buford EVER tried that shit on me I'd RIP his dick off and feed it to him! I feel for you, Mrs. Stanwick. But did it have to be with a nigger that you went and got weak for?" said a matter of fact-like Norma. Norma truly felt this woman's anguish. Six months?! But never would Norma stoop so low as to sleep with a coon! "These young women and their loose morals. When would they learn?" thought Norma. "Listen, I didn't start out that day thinking I was going to be sleeping with a Black man! It just happened...I don't know what to say...you had to be there to see..." Rachel said while looking down at her hands. "See what, Mrs. Stanwick. You were starting to say, see... Please finish, ma'am..." prodded Norma. "S-S-See his DICK," whispered Rachel. "D-Did you say DICK, ma'am?" inquired Norma. "Yes...Yes! You have to understand...he's not a normally built man...at least in my experience..." sputtered Rachel. "What the fuck is the dingy bitch talking about?" thought Norma. "Deputy, can I please finish my story?" Rachel asked suddenly. "Of course, Mrs. Stanwick. Please tell me everything so that we can get this mess cleaned up and back home to your husband," said Deputy Norma Slupski, slickly. Chap. 4 (Jamil) "What? What did she say?" asked Sheriff Buford Slupski. "She asked me to move the towel to the side and finish my massage," said Jamil, quietly, while staring directly into the sheriff's eyes. "So your telling me you had a beautiful, wealthy woman from a GOOD family requesting that you slide her towel to the side and put your hands on her ass?!" asked Buford, testily. "Yes," said Jamil, calmly. "Boy, do I look stupid to you?" asked the sheriff, as he sat up in his chair. Jamil said nothing. Instead, he looked at his lawyer and asked, "DO I HAVE TO ANSWER THAT?" The sheriff opened a manila folder that was sitting in front of him and pulled out a piece of paper before saying, "Son, I have a sworn statement from a FINE, upstanding citizen of this here city, Mr. Philip Stanwick states, and let me quote it here, 'Mr. Jamil Stanford...a employee of Direct TV...forced himself on a Mrs. Rachel Stanford...and then exacted monetary funds from her as a form of blackmail," said the sheriff while smiling like the asshole he was. "Sheriff, that ain't how it happened at all...and I can prove it," said Jamil, confidently. "How?" asked the sheriff. "By YOU letting ME finish my story!" said Jamil. "Boy, if your lawyer wasn't... Your mouth needs to be...Go on with your story!" said the sheriff as his face reddened. "Like I was saying before I was unexpectedly interrupted. She ASKED me to move her towel to the side. I asked her if she was sure that was what she wanted and she repeated that was exactly what she wanted. So I did. And man what an ass that woman has! I mean her ass looks out of her place on her body. Shouldn't NO white woman have an ass like that! Her ass was perfectly rounded with a nice bit of meat on it. Looked real soft yet firm. To tell you the truth...she had ASS like a SISTA! I mean she had a real serious onion up in that motherfucker, man!" exclaimed Jamil. "Watch your fucking mouth, son," the sheriff said as he sat in disbelief concerning the story this porch monkey was telling. "Yeah, okay, sheriff," said Jamil as he smiled to himself at the sheriff's anger. "Anyways, I continued looking at her ass and I realized she didn't have on any panties. She was butt naked, man! I could actually see the slick pinkness of her pussy as she moved her thighs slightly apart. And she was WET! Looked like someone had just sprayed her pussy with water or something. I put more lotion on my hands and placed my hands onto her asscheeks. Her ass felt like firm jelly! I began working the lotion into her skin in a circular fashion. When I came to the lower half of her asscheeks and began to rub, her asscheeks began to spread and I could see and smell her pink wetness. She began to moan and writhe on the bed. She turned toward me and asked me to take off my shirt because it wasn't fair that she was naked and I had on all my clothes. I asked her if she realized that if I took off my shirt, it wouldn't probably be the last thing I took off. She looked at me and said, "That's fine," "So, I leaned above her and began taking off my work shirt and T-shirt. After throwing my shirt to the side of the bed, I resumed kneading her asscheeks. I could see that her pussy was leaking pussy juice down the inside of her thighs. When I squeezed her asscheeks and spread them, her pussy made a wet, slurpy sound," said Jamil. The sheriff sat and stared at Jamil in disbelief. "I leaned forward, allowing my chest to rest on her back, and whispered into her ear, "What would you like next, Mrs. Stanwick?" "She said, "Kiss my neck and back, please," "So, I consented. I kissed her neck and back, slowly and wetly. She hissed and moaned as I approached her asscheeks. I slid down the bed until her asscheeks were directly in front of me and spread them with my hands. I then licked between her asscheeks and ran my tongue down to the rosebud of her ass. I circled and teased her there for a few minutes," "She told me that no one had ever done that to her," "Go on," the sheriff said stiffly. "I then ran my tongue down to her pussy as she crawled to her knees to give me freer access to her wet cunt. Her pussy lips were large and meaty. An orangish-red colored strip of trimmed pubic hair framed them. I must say, her pussy looked very inviting. I began sucking and licking her all over her pussy as she goaded me on with filthy language. She stopped thrusting her ass back at me, momentarily, to ask if I minded if she got on her back. I told her no," said Jamil. "Once she was on her back, she wrapped her fingers around my head and pulled me back to her cunt with force. I resisted her pull. I kissed downward and kissed her soft orangish-red pubic hair. I ran my tongue out and over the hairs, wetting them with my dripping wet tongue. The heat of her pussy could be felt as I neared it. I pulled back for a second. Large pink lips framed the even deeper pinkness of her opening. I had never seen a sexier cunt! The center pulsed as I lowered my face. Slowly, I spread her lengthy outer lips apart. I caught the inner lips between my fingers and pulled them outward slightly. At the top, her large, pink clit peeked out, paler than her pussy flesh. As my mouth touched her, Rachel cried out," said Jamil while looking directly at the sheriff. "I was overwhelmed by the taste. Slightly salty, sweet, tart and so liquid! I began licking and dipping my tongue all over and in her pussy. I looked up at her flat stomach, firm and large breasts peaked with what looked to be half-inch nipples, her beautiful pale, freckled face and red hair and realized just what a sexual animal she was. I began to realize that she didn't have the slightest inkling to how sexy she was and looked," "I told her how pretty her pussy looked. She admitted that her husband thought her pussy looked kind of funny I told her that her husband didn't know good pussy when he saw it. She smiled at the compliment," "She opened her thighs wider for me, hiding nothing from me. I bent forward and lapped her slit several times. Her pussy was now leaking a steady trickle of thick feminine lubricant, which crawled slowly down her ass crack from the base of her pussy, leaving a shiny trail across her tightly puckered back door. I wondered if all white women's pussies dripped like this. The delicate yet musky scent of her pussy was driving me crazy! I began to slowly, but very firmly, massage her major labia with my tongue, working first one side and then the other. Rachel began pushing her hips up off the bed towards me to increase the pressure. I continued my tongue massage for a few minutes and then switched tactics, taking as much of one of her thick outer pussy lips into my mouth as possible and then sucking on it. She began making an almost pathetic mewling sound from deep in the back of her throat," "Her eyes were shut tight. I noticed, also, that she had grabbed two handfuls of bedspread. Her breathing was ragged between her clenched teeth. Her hips were in constant motion, making it a real challenge for my pussyeating ass to stay with her, ya know?" Buford stared back blankly, not understanding that a reply was expected of him. Jamil glanced at the MENTAL MIDGET sitting in front of him, quickly, before imperceptibly shaking his head and continuing on with his story. "I continued working her outer lips one at a time, sucking them into my mouth, pulling them away from her drenched crotch, causing her to lift her hips off the bed to stay with me, working them with my tongue. At the same time, I used the index finger of my right hand to very gently caress the outer edges of her inner labia, making sure to avoid her clit. Her own juices and my saliva combined to make a clear, vanilla-colored milkshake out of her pussy. A small puddle was forming on the bed beneath her ass," "She began massaging her breasts and pulling on her nipples like taffy. She was squealing with pleasure while her head whipped from side to side on the pillow. In between squeals, she was calling me a "pussyeating Black motherfucker" and telling me how close she was to cumming," "I replaced my finger with my tongue and began running my tongue quickly and lightly all around her inner pussy lips, brushing the ridge of her clit, without touching the hypersensitive tip, on each pass," "Damn this boy is good," Buford thought to himself as his dick began to FINALLY harden. "Occasionally, I would use the flat of my tongue to lick the slick flesh between those inner lips and the thicker outer lips, using my fingers to expose the area I was attacking with my mouth. As soon as I felt her start to come, I immediately began to flick the head of her very erect and elongated clitoris with quick strokes with the tip of my tongue. She began screaming and tossing her head back and forth. Finding her g-spot, I began palpating it with my fingertips, pressing firmly into the knot of flesh. Meanwhile, I was using my tongue to firmly, yet gently, caress the area along either side of her clitoral ridge, thus stimulating her in two powerful ways at once," "Continuing the finger action inside, I began to lick as much of her pussy as I could reach outside, pausing to spend a little time at her clit and a little time probing the opening of her little piss hole right at the top of her vaginal opening," Try as he might, Sheriff Buford had a damn hard time picturing this scene in his head. He hadn't known there was THIS MUCH technical mastery to pussyeating. "Within moments, it seemed, she was at the edge of a mind shattering g-spot orgasm. I felt the inside of her pussy clamp down hard on my fingers just as her piss hole began to push itself inside out, opening wide and spurting a jet of womanly fluid into my surprised mouth! She had literally sprayed my mouth, tongue, and chin with pussy juice, dog! I clamped my mouth over the opening and continued to work her g-spot, milking her of her cum. Spurt after spurt of the thick, clear fluid streamed past my lips. Working her pussy until I had drained her dry, I slowly removed my fingers from her still weakly clenching vagina and licked off the thick coating of her lubricant that had accumulated on them. I ate her pussy through two more banshee screaming orgasms before she asked me to remove my pants so that she could repay me for the Direct TV service and my pussyeating skills," "She told me that she had NEVER squirted before! She kept looking at me all weird and shit. I could sense she was telling the truth. You know how women are sheriff, they'll say anything to make a motherfuckas head big! But I know I got skills, ya know?" Once again, the blank stare from the sheriff. "She sat up, swung her legs over my shoulders and scooted to the edge of the bed. She then offered her hand. I took it. She pulled me to a sitting position on the edge of the bed as she knelt before me. She quickly undid my pants and slid them down my legs and off of my feet. She then reached for the waistband of my boxers and began to slowly and seductively pulled them down as she stared at my thighs..." Chap. 5 (Rachel) "Well like I was saying, the imprint of his dick under his underwear was like a beefy baseball bat! I pulled down his boxers and deputy I swear to God that the biggest dick I've EVER seen popped out and hit me square in the forehead! I looked up at it seemed that his dick had blotted out the light in the damn room! It was SOOOOO big! And talk about THICK! His dick was semi-hard and it STILL was at least 7 inches and thick as a beer bottle! WHEW! I was shocked! I could see thick veins crisscrossing the surface of his dark, Black dick. I began to wonder how big his dick would be when he was fully hard! I still couldn't get over this little short, muscular guy having a dick this big stuffed inside of her pants. Who would have known?!" Rachel said while looking wide-eyed at the hefty deputy sheriff. Norma looked away, nervously. "All I could do was look up at him with admiration and complete submission because I knew I had found a dick that was going to ravage me like no other ever could! I believe a tear came to my eye as I bent forward and began licking the tip of his dick, slowly. I really couldn't help myself. My husband is 6 inches when he's hard and kind of thin. When we had sex, I did orgasm at least once a session, but the girth of Jamil's dick left me absolutely breathless! My mind could not fathom being filled with THAT MUCH dick! I couldn't wrap my hand completely around his cock! I found that fact to be sooo stimulating. My pussy was literally drooling cream in anticipation of being stuffed with this short, Black man's BIG dick! A sound came from my mouth...like a child just before they lick a popsicle on a hot day, as I held his dick in my hands and covered the tip of his dick with my wet mouth," said Rachel as she looked at the flushed face of sheriff Norma Slupski. "I need to be frank, here, deputy," "Go right on ahead. I can't imagine it getting any more graphic than it already has...," said Norma as she adjusted her collar as it had become a little tight. "His dick tasted like a real man's dick is supposed to taste. I found that out immediately. His smell was mesmerizing. It made my mouth water! Also, before I continue, I must also say that the weight of his dick was unexpected. What I mean to say is that I've never thought of my husband and the WEIGHT of his dick. Jamil's dick was heavy and that turned me on even more because I could sense that this wasn't going to be any regular afternoon tryst. This was going to be something new and unforgettable," said Rachel, wistfully. "So, you were on your knees bowing down in front of a Black man?!" Norma asked, incredulously. "Yes, and you know what?" asked Rachel. "Not until you tell me, hon," Norma said dryly. "It felt like the most natural thing in the world," said Rachel. "If you say so," Norma said noncommittally. "I tried my hardest to place the head of his dick into my small mouth but it would not fit. I had to be content with licking up and down the stalk of his thick dick and stroking it at the same time. His moans and groans let me know that I was doing an adequate job. He reached out and grabbed the back of my head with one of his large hands and began to slowly push and pull my head back and forth over the tip of his dick. I stretched my jaw open and finally slid my lips down over the helmet of his dick! The room was filled with the sounds of my slurping and smacking noises. My spittle ran down the length of his dick and over his balls. To think of it, I don't think my mouth has ever been wetter! I had never been more excited in my life! Every nerve cell in my body was agitated and at attention!" Rachel excitedly explained. "So, HOW big would you say his dick was?" Norma said unexpectedly. The question had absolutely nothing to do with the police department's investigation, but after hearing how this fine, upstanding woman of the South had virtually and literally turned into a dicksucking fiend by the sight of the short, Black man's dick, she HAD to ask. Her Buford was a sturdy and thick 5 and a half inches. She had often wondered what it would be like to be filled with a big dick. What woman hadn't? Buford's dick was good when he wanted it to be but still after hearing this wealthy woman's story, she wondered how big a dick would have to be for her to fuck another man. WHITE MAN, that is! Rachel hesitated before answering. The image of Jamil's dick filled her mind. A smile played on her full lips. Her tongue snaked out as she said, "Ten or eleven inches" "T-T-Ten or ELEVEN inches?! Are you sure, Mrs. Stanwick? I mean are you absolutely sure that short guy they brought in is the man you are talking about?" said Norma, not willing to believe that ANYONE possessed ten inches of dick. Especially the little guy her husband had brought in earlier. He seemed so quiet and unassuming. Did that mean that taller Black men had bigger dicks than that?! "I'm absolutely positive, deputy. Trust me. I know the difference between my husband's dick and Jamil's. My stomach has NEVER fluttered that way with my husband's dick. I mean, I could hardly get the TIP of his dick in my mouth, Deputy Slupski. My pussy was uncontrollably clenching and unclenching itself as I continued to slobber and suck the helmet of his dick," Rachel continued. "Call me Norma, ma'am," said the deputy as she wiped her fat face with a napkin. She was experiencing a bout of hot flashes as the pretty redhead told her story. "Okay, Norma. His dick was so Black against my pale, freckled hand. I remember staring at again and again at the contrast between the two of us. It was mesmerizing! I reached down and cupped his balls, squeezing softly as I began to work faster and faster on his dick. I needed him to cum! I can honestly say that at that moment, I had no idea what came over me! I-I was acting like a total slut for this man's dick," said Rachel. "What was going through your head, anyway?" asked Norma. "The only thing I remember thinking was HOW was this dick going to fit into my, what I knew to be, very small, somewhat inexperienced pussy. I had only been with one man, my husband. And his dick was in no way as thick or as long as Jamil's. I could feel my pussy juices leaking down the inside of both my thighs. I surmised that I had to be as wet as I had ever been in my life! I hoped that it would aid his entry into my body," explained Rachel. "You were prepared to have intercourse with him at this point?" asked Norma, sitting forward slightly. "You call it intercourse. Other people may call it sex. I KNEW we were going to FUCK! Norma, a mouth is nothing but a pussy placed beneath your nose. If I could barely fit his dick into my mouth, can you imagine that I wondered how it would feel inside my pussy? I mean, come on," said Rachel as she rolled her eyes. How could she expect this perspiring, triple-chinned mass of fat cells to understand her predicament?! Direct Dick "I c-c-can imagine, Mrs. Stanwick," said Norma, though she never thought she would EVER be in the position of bowing before a Black man. "Can you imagine having an orgasm while a dick is in your mouth, also?" Rachel asked, suddenly. "N-N-NO! N-Never! How could you possibly...I mean, have an orgasm? I would never have thought...I've never heard of anyone...no one..." Norma trailed off as she searched the tabletop for answers. "Well, that's exactly what happened to me. I remember a time when I used to offer a pretty good blowjob. Of course, that was before I married Philip. I saved my virginity for him but my mouth had lost its cherry years before. For some reason, Philip doesn't really seem to enjoy receiving oral sex. I guess that's why my interest and enjoyment in oral sex lay dormant for so many years. But it's like riding a bicycle...you never forget. Well, back to the orgasm," said Rachel, switching topics. "As I continued to suck on his dick, it seemed to get harder and tastier inside my mouth. I could feel the beat-beat of his heart within his thick dick. I began to taste his precum and I wanted more. Much more! I felt him GRAB the back of my head and as he did so, my pussy convulsed strongly. I felt my secretions upon my outer pussy lips, dripping slowly yet steadily," "My husband, when he let me give him oral sex, would often just lie there barely moaning. I liked having Jamil manhandle me! He began forcing more of my mouth onto his dick as he talked nastily me. My pussy began to bubble over and coat itself with a new batch of juices. I'd never been this excited before sucking a man's dick. I could feel my clit enlarging and blood beginning to make my pussylips full. I didn't know what was going on except that I was really enjoying giving this Black man pleasure! As he began slowly thrusting deeply into my mouth while holding my head firmly in place, I felt the first beginnings of an orgasm. He pulled his dick out of my mouth until just the tip hung on my lips and then cruelly thrust half of his length into my mouth, repeatedly. He entered my throat and I gagged. He pulled back and began slowly thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth, gradually feeding me inch by inch. When the tip of his dick began to enter my throat, I reflexively swallowed. He told me to breath through my nose. As my throat opened back up, and I began to breathe through my nose, his dick entered my throat causing my body to spasm. I began to cum. And I MEAN really CUM! My muffled moans reverberated around the room as my tortured pussy clenched again and again. I felt my juices dribbling out of my small, clutching hole, through my sodden lips and inside of both my thighs," "When I finished shuddering and shrieking around his dick, I looked up at him while keeping his tremendous dick locked between my lips. I had never felt so weak for a man. He ran his hand through my hair while he continued to talk dirty to me. I had teased countless numbers of men with my looks and my body. I had always been in control of the situation and myself. Those men would have done anything I wanted just to bed me. I finally knew how they had felt towards me. I knew that I was going to let Jamil do whatever he wanted to do to me. In fact, I needed him to please me," "As I continued licking and moaning on his deeply embedded dick, I heard him say, "I'm getting ready to cum, baby...don't stop sucking my dick," Chap. 6 (Jamil) "She began to suck my dick even harder, pumping the shaft as her tongue flicked underneath. I could feel my balls starting to shake and hear myself grunting. Rachel just moaned as she continued to suck away. The pressure inside me grew even further, until she gently squeezed my balls. She sucked hard on the last couple inches of my dick while she furiously pumped the shaft with her small fist, and just as was about to cum, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I began cumming. Hot, thick gobs of it flew everywhere; in her hair, mouth, neck and face!" "When she released my cock, she leaned back. She was a mess! My cum was dripping off her face and running down her neck. She began rubbing and massaging my cum all over her body. She moaned as she rubbed my cum over her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples," "My dick remained hard as I looked down at her smiling face. She rose and climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. She opened her legs seductively. I noticed numerous rivulets of pussy juice shining on her thighs. She reached up and took hold of her, what I guess were 38C's with extremely hard and lengthy nipples! She smiled at me coyly before asking me to join her," "I quickly got up on the bed onto all fours and began to crawl towards her," Chap. 7 (Rachel) "As I stared hypnotically at his BIG dick wagging back and forth, wet from my mouth and his cum, it suddenly occurred to me that I was about to give myself to a Black man on my marital bed!" "So you finally began to feel guilty, huh?" Deputy Norma Slupski said sarcastically. "Of course, Norma! I mean it's not everyday that I find myself stretched out on my marital bed with a dick the size of my forearm about to fuck me! I was seriously beginning to have second thoughts about what was getting ready to take place. I wasn't trying to lose my marriage over this!" "So what did you do?" asked Norma, hoping that the woman would say she had gained her sensibilities as a southern white woman and had decided that fucking a Black man was too degrading. "I told him to stop! And he did. Only, he had stopped with his dick mere inches from my frothy pussy. He asked me did I want him to get dressed and leave. I could see that he was serious. He told me that he wasn't trying to catch a rape charge about a ditzy redhead. I was about to tell him yes when his large cockhead rubbed against the inside of my open thigh. I moaned. I couldn't help it! I had never felt something s-so...so warm! It was hot against my thigh! And hard. Steel-like, really. I looked into his eyes...and imperceptibly began to spread my thighs. I raised my hips in submission, closed my eyes and turned my head towards the side," "He told me to open my eyes and watch as his BLACK dick filled me. I opened them, while straightening my head and neck so that I could watch his dick approach my, by now, quivering pussy. His dick was coal black with a mean-looking purplish head. Thick, prominent veins criss-crossed the surface of his meat. His dick shone with his recent orgasm and my saliva," "He crawled between my thighs as I opened them further. He bent over me and slowly lowered his head towards me and kissed me. His lips were full and strong. His dick came to rest on my stomach, stretching damn near to my breasts, it seemed! I couldn't take my eyes off it. I began to seriously fear that he would rip my insides open! Still, I kept my thighs open. He told me, once again, how pretty my pussy looked. I thanked him as he grasped his dick and began to slide along my stomach towards my drenched opening," "His glands had been cooled by the air-conditioned bedroom and when the large head of his cock touched my steaming cunt lips, I cried out at the sensation. I could not recall my pussy EVER being so hot to the touch! I was very, very WET! I glanced at the thick length of his dick and my stomach started doing somersaults! He started rubbing the head of his dick vertically across my lips. My pussylips seemed to part of their own accord in response to his stimulation," "He then pushed his dick into the wet mouth of my pussy. I felt a puddle of my juices dribble out of my lips, down the crack of my ass and onto the bedspread beneath me. My pussy felt like it was gagging around his dick. It was almost like my cunt had to cough!" "Really?" Norma asked while sliding forward in her chair. "He began pushing and pulling his heavy dick in and out of my sopping pussy, inch by thick inch. I could see my wetness coat his thickness. Suddenly and without warning, I came. Norma, I mean I came HARD! I saw spots in front of my eyes. My thighs began to quake and quiver. And still his dick progressed up my channel, filling me completely. My hands grasped the bedspread beneath me as I noticed my breasts for the first time. There were numerous bluish-green veins running just under the surface of my breasts...all racing to fill my painfully erect nipples with more blood. I was getting FUCKED and my body loved it!" "I looked up at him, briefly. He watched my every movement and smiled at me as he continued to work his dick even deeper into me. I glanced down between my legs and realized that he had about 5 inches of the biggest dick I believe I would ever come into contact with slowly sliding in and out of me. He leaned forward onto my chest and drove his dick into me at a deeper angle again and again," "I began to moan. I mean really moan! I've never been a moaner. Not that I was incapable of it, I've just never had a reason to grunt like a bitch in heat before this day. His dick began pushing further and further into my body. The more he pushed, the more my poor pussy walls gave in. I was in awe that my cunt could take the fucking it was getting and not split wide open from the thick staff that was filling me, repeatedly," "I could see the pink of my cunt lips stretching outwards each time he withdrew his drenched dick, as he raised himself off of me with his arms and hands. I had never been able to fully appreciate the sexiness of my cream on a man's dick because my husband's dick was pale white. Jamil's dick, on the other hand, was coal black. His dick looked like it had been dipped in a bowl of whipped cream. My cum dripped on and around his dick in streaks. I was amazed at how sexy the sight was. I also enjoyed listening to my very wet pussy talk to him, again and again. The sound of my well-fucked pussy filled the room," "Jamil asked me if I liked what I saw. I screamed, 'yes'. I had never realized how sexy the color of a Black man's body was. When I thought of Black men, I usually thought of someone like O.J. Simpson or some criminal. It's funny how our society stereotypes people, huh?" asked Rachel. "Yeah, it's a crying fucking shame how the Blacks are treated in this country. I get real tears every time I think about it. Could you get on with the fucking story already!" Norma said dryly. She was frustrated to admit that this rich bitch's story was turning her on. She was ashamed of herself. "I came again as he continued to pump me steadily. I could not stop my thighs from quivering and shaking. He thought this was funny as he pulled out of me and laid his dick across my pubic mound and stomach. I could see my wetness on his dick that told me how much dick he had given me. About four inches of his dick remained dry. I swallowed hard realizing that he was going to absolutely fuck me with ALL of his dick before this tryst was over," "He reinserted his dick inside of me while raising my calves to his shoulders. He began pile driving me. I felt my cunt lips flowering open on his outstrokes and caving in on his downstrokes. My clit had to be sticking out at least an inch! My orgasms seemed to hit every couple of minutes as my pussy was stretched widely, bringing my clitoris into constant friction against his dick. He ground the tip of his dick into my cervix and continued forward without hesitation. I could see my stomach swelling with dick each time he entered me. I was in heaven. I'd never known that sex could be this good!" "Suddenly his dick hit something inside of me that felt very tight and constricted. His dick had already explored and widened my cervix. As he continued to fuck me, his dick went even deeper into me. I glanced down at this dick to see that there was approximately one-two more inches of his dry dick. And then, I had the mother of all orgasms as he pushed into my womb! I never thought or ever heard of a man being able to reach a woman's womb, but damn if he wasn't pushing his dick into mine! There was pain, but overall, I was numb with pleasure. I kept thinking to myself, 'He hasn't even bottomed out yet!' "I convulsed repeatedly as I was not able to stop orgasming on his thick, Black dick. My pussy sounded like a pool of water being dived into, again and again. I had never been wetter in my life. My eyes were glazed as I stared at this short, muscular, big-dicked, Direct TV repairman giving me the fucking of my life!" "I remember that I could not stop myself from screaming. He stopped once to ask if I was okay. I assured him that I was more than okay and to continue fucking my tight pussy. And fuck me he did! He bent forward over me doubling my thighs back on themselves as his mouth kissed mine in a tender kiss. It was as if he knew what he was about to do was going to cause me some discomfort. In this position, his dick reached deeper inside me, stretching my womb out of shape," "I could now feel his balls slapping against my asscheeks on every downstroke. I had taken all of him! My pussy clenched and unclenched around his thick invader, time and again. Before this day, I had never managed to have more than one orgasm, if that, in all of my sexual encounters with my husband. But here I was coming every few minutes, and now it seemed like I was cumming constantly! I couldn't tell the difference between my orgasms because they seemed to be erupting continuously. I finally got to experience multiple orgasms! I've never felt so submissive to a man in all of my life! I've always had men bow down to me and be willing to do anything I asked of them. Jamil was not like that. He fucked me hard whether I wanted it or not. And I needed that at that moment. I needed a man to take me and make me submit to him. Make me submit my primal self. Take me off of my pedestal and fuck me like the bitch in heat I've always been," "I'll bet," said Norma, as she heard her own ragged breathing in her ears. "He breathed into my ear that no one woman had been able to take his entire dick in quite a long time. He told me how soft and tight my pussy felt around his dick. He asked me did I still think he resembled Gary Coleman. He punctuated that question with a particularly deep plunge into my battered pussy. I loved hearing him talk dirty to me. He told me repeatedly, 'Take this dick, bitch'. My husband and I barely said anything to each other when we made love. I also loved being filled, I mean absolutely filled with dick. Can you understand that, Norma?" "Uh...yeah. I guess. I mean, I can understand, sorta," Norma said noncommittally. "Well, anyways, I was in absolute heaven and I did not want it to end. I was moaning, almost damn near pleading with him to continue fucking me the way he was doing it. He picked up his already blistering pace by grabbing my shoulders from underneath and pulling me towards him as he slammed his entire 10-11 inches into me. I came tremendously, my cunt expanding and contracting around his deeply embedded dick," "Tears were rolling down my cheeks by the time the first blast of his burning cum erupted out of his dick and directly into my unprotected, distended womb, coating me sensitive walls with his creamy warmth. I threw my hips back at him, while spreading my thighs even more. I felt him dump load after load into my helpless pussy as my loins began their familiar and uncontrollable shaking and I knew I was going to come, yet again. As his next shot hit the bottom of my pussy, I erupted. My pussy emitted a large amount of my nectar around his already drenched dick, as I squeezed and clamped my pussy around his dick in a vise-like grip. My whole body began to shudder, uncontrollably," "Whew, that was some fuck if I must say so myself," Norma started. "I wasn't done," Rachel said flatly while looking directly at Norma in a scornful way for interrupting her with that ignorant shit. "OH! I'm sorry! Please continue!" said Norma, quickly. She reached for a Kleenex on the table to wipe her fat, perspiring forehead. "He removed his cum-coated dick from my pussy. My pussy made a farting/hissing sound. The air-conditioned air hit the lips of my gaping pussy causing me to shiver. My pussy had never gaped before. I asked him to retrieve a hand-mirror that was lying on my dresser. He jumped off of the bed and grabbed it and then came back to the bed and crawled between my thighs. I propped my head up on a pillow as he positioned the mirror in front of my pussy. What I saw amazed me!" "What did you see?!" Norma asked excitedly. "Norma, my pussy lips were WIDE OPEN! I could see directly into my pussy. I could see a steady stream of cum rolling out of my pussy, also. He had really opened me up! I was speechless that his dick had done that to my poor, little pussy," "I bet you were," Norma said. She wanted to add, 'you little slut', but refrained. "I asked him to come to me. He did. He crawled up the bed and placed his still dripping dick near my face. I reached up and grabbed his gooey dick and licked and sucked him clean to thank him for the greatest sexual experience of my life. Afterwards, he got dressed and left his card next to the bed before he left. I drifted off into a peaceful slumber with my pussy still leaking his cum," CHAP. 8 (Jamil) "Well, after that day, Rachel began calling me everyday. She wanted to hook up. How the fuck was I supposed to say no to a fine ass woman like that?! So, I kept hitting it. She eventually found out where I lived and started showing up unannounced. I must admit that I never turned her down," "Well, tell me about the money missing from her account, son," Sheriff Slupski asked. "To tell you the truth, I never asked her for money. I had a planned vacation to Jamaica scheduled. I told her about it. She asked if she could join me. I told her that I didn't think it was a good idea, but she insisted that she also needed some time away from her husband. I told her where I was staying. By the time I got to the island, she was already there with an adjoining room. We fucked my entire vacation. When we got back to the States, she began pouring the gifts on. First, it was a Movado watch. Then, a top of the line stereo system. Clothes, other jewelry. Then one day, I walked out of my apartment building and the bitch was leaning on a spanking brand new Mercedes-Benz S500! I told her that I could not accept a gift like that from her. I asked her what would her husband say with that amount of money missing out of the account. She informed me that she was quite wealthy and had her own money and that she spent her money how she liked. I quit arguing after that. So, like I said, I never took any money off of her," "Well, her husband has a completely different story, son. He claims that you've been blackmailing her over the course of the last few months," the sheriff said, confidently. "Sheriff, if you were a man and you found out that your wife was getting dicked very well on the side and spending her own money on her newfound dick, wouldn't you come up with a story too? I mean the real deal is this: Rachel's pregnant. And she says its my baby and that's she's not giving it up. She's told me that she'd rather sacrifice her boring ass marriage than abort our baby," "Wh-Wha-What the fuck are you saying boy?! Are you telling me that Rachel Stanwick is pregnant by a nig-, err-uh, I mean by you?!" said the sheriff, incredulously. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you, sheriff. You've been snookered, bamboozled...in other words, you've been had!" "Well, what about these other complaints I have here on you?" the sheriff said while shuffling nervously through his papers. "If you got the time, I can tell you about all of them, sheriff. Go get yourself some coffee, I ain't going nowhere," Jamil said while smiling. Part 2...cumming.