Laying Up
by Laura Waller


CHAPTER ONE 

The semi-pro Basketball League For Women in the Chicago area had eight 
teams. Seven of them had male coaches, men who had played pro-ball at one 
time or another in their lives, and as a result knew all the ins and outs of 
the game to the nth degree. One team had a female coach, Christine Jackson, 
who had been a semi-pro player herself a few years earlier. 

Now in her mid-twenties twenty-four going on twenty-five to be 
precise-Christine, a full-blooded black woman, had the body of a finely 
tuned female athlete. She was five-feet-eight inches tall, which for a 
female basketball player was tall enough, with mahogany flesh that stretched 
firmly and smoothly over well-toned muscles and bones. Her hair was neither 
long nor short, though when she had played on a team, herself, she had 
always kept the hair short. She had deep, almost black eyes, a relatively 
slender nose with flaring nostrils, and very full lips. Her breasts each 
looked only slightly smaller than the basketball she had taught all the 
girls on her team to handle. 

Naturally there were the five main players-the starting players, and the 
usual substitutes since no girl ever played an entire game. Like all the 
other teams, hers was a mixture of white and black women, though the players 
had come to know one another well enough not to have racial differences. 
There were other differences to be sure, and there were jealousies, but none 
of it had to do with creed or color. In that single respect, the girls were 
a better team than any of the other seven teams in the league. 

As basketball players, they were awful. In fact, since it was a semi-pro 
league rather than a professional league, and since there were no definite 
teams playing, most of the other teams considered it a seven-team league, 
with her team thrown in when one or the other of the teams wanted to really 
drub a team and feel good about it. They were there for laughs, and as time 
went by, Christine was finding it harder and harder to line up games. 

Most of the girls on Christine's team played for the money, and little as it 
was, it was enough to keep them going. It was also enough to keep them from 
turning to less savory professions. They needed the games, and they were 
beginning to come down on Christine because she was finding it harder and 
harder to line up games. She was at her wit's end, trying to arrange some 
sort of schedule. 

Dressed in a clinging knit suit of bright red, the young Negress was 
standing in front of the desk of Sherm Herman, the manager of the Lipsticks, 
the second-worst team in the league. It was the only team with which she had 
any regular games, and her own team, the Eyeshadows, even managed to 
occasionally win one out of every seven they played against the Lipsticks. 

Sherm Herman had a slight paunch, but there was no doubt he was all muscular 
man. His greying hair was thinning on top, and he chewed cigars. He had a 
long, thin nose and very thin lips set in a round face. When he spoke, it 
was with a sleepy voice. He was wearing a blue denim shirt and matching pair 
of pants, both stained with matching dirt and sweat. 

The office in which Herman conducted his business was small, about seven 
feet square, with the one desk against the right wall, one swivel chair, and 
three wooden chairs against the opposite wall. He had offered one of the 
chairs to Chris, but she had refused. 

"Come on, Sherm," she insisted. "My girls need games. It isn't as if this 
was a regular league with a regular schedule. We have to fight for every 
game we get, just like you. You have your share of troubles getting games, 
too." 

"Now you come on," he said in a sleepy, articulate voice. "Who the hell 
wants to see a game between the Lipsticks and the Eyeshadows. We fill less 
than half the arena every time we play. When we play with the other teams, 
we fill more than three-quarters of the arena, and we rake in some nice 
dough." 

"Come on, Sherm," she insisted. "We need the games. Besides, aren't you 
better off playing to a slightly less than half-filled arena, than sitting 
home and not playing at all?" 

"Aaaaaaahhhhh... hell! I don't want to tucker my girls out against your 
team, and then have them play a really good team a day or two later. It 
isn't worth it, Chris." 

"Sherm, tell me what to do to make it worth it. I mean, I'm desperate enough 
to do anything to line up games for my girls. Just tell me what I have to 
do, and I'll do it." 

"You're really asking for it, Chris." 

'Uh oh! Sherm, get that gleam out of your eye. I meant anything within 
reason!" 

"Your body would be just about reason enough for me to want to wear out my 
girls," Herman told her. 

"Knock it off. My body has nothing to do with basketball." 

"Hey, look, tell you what. I'll let my gals play your team. If you win, 
terrific. This way it'll be incentive enough to drag out some more sports 
fans to see the game the next time we play. But honey, if you lose, and you 
expect more games from us, you have to give me a lot more than a promise 
that things will get better." 

"What are you tellin' me, Sherm, you funky honky." 

"I'm telling you I wanna screw you. It's as simple as that. If you win, we 
do nothing. If we lose, then after the game, when the girls go home, you and 
I get together somewhere and ball." 

"Sherm, you just don't appeal to me." 

"If I did appeal to you, you'd have an incentive to lose continually. This 
way you have an incentive to win. Just think, if your girls win, you don't 
have to put out for me." 

"The whole idea stinks, Sherm, and you know it!" 

"Those are my terms, Chris. Take it or leave it. I'll tell you this much. If 
you're willing to come to the same terms with other coaches, you'd be 
surprised how many games you'll be able to line up." 

"You're making me out to be a two-bit tramp," she snapped. "I've always 
thought of my body as something special." 

"I still think it's something special," Herman insisted. "That's why I'm 
hungry for it. Come on, Chris, let's cut the crap. Those are my terms. Take 
it or leave it, like I said before." 

She stared at him for a long moment, then sighed, and finally nodded, 
saying, "I'll take it, Herman." 

"Fine. Suppose we arrange a game for next Friday evening. The arena is free. 
All the other girls' teams will be busy elsewhere. Just one thing, Chris. If 
you lose, I expect I don't get a hard time." 

'I understand," she nodded. 

"Good. Remember, it'll be a no-holds-barred game between the two of us." 

"You're acting like your team has already won." 

"The odds are in my favor," he laughed. 

"We'll lick your Lipsticks, yet," Chris snapped. "Not if we darken your 
Eyeshadows," Herman roared, holding his sides with gales of laughter as 
Chris walked out. 

When she got back to her girls, Chris told them, "Well, I finally managed to 
line up the Lipsticks again. They seem to be the only team willing to play 
against us." 

"Any team is better than no team," Chino, the Puerto-Rican member of the 
team insisted. 

"Girls," Chris said to them, "the time has come for us to do better. I don't 
understand what it is with you. I've trained you at least as well as, if not 
better than, the other team coaches would be able to do. It isn't as if 
you're all physically incapable. Now come on, I want to see you girls doing 
better. You know, if we beat the Lipsticks two games in a row, then we'll be 
able to play some of the other teams. Now what say we practice tomorrow. We 
have a whole week to practice. I know most of you earn much of your money 
during the day, but all of you, whether working elsewhere or not, are 
dependent on the money we get from these games. Even if we don't make the 
kind of fortune the pro ballers make, we still make plenty. If we won a few 
more games, we'd be playing the better teams, drawing a bigger gate, and as 
a result we'd make ourselves one heck of a lot more money. Let's face it, we 
all like basketball, but we also like money. If we keep playing like flops, 
we'll be dropped right out of the league." 

"All we'd have to do is lose by closer scores," Chino insisted. 

"You have to win," Chris snapped. "Now let's cut the bull, and all of you be 
here for practice tomorrow right after work." 

The girls on her team nodded, knowing she was right. Things looked very 
bleak for them. 

CHAPTER TWO 

The girls tried hard, very hard, and on Friday night they played a whale of 
a game against the Lipsticks. Both teams looked razor-sharp, and because it 
was a Friday night, the crowd was bigger than had been anticipated. As a 
result, both teams came away with more money that night than had originally 
been expected. Unfortunately, the Lipsticks defeated the Eyeshadows, even 
though it was a tight score. 

Chris showered with her girls, and afterward waited until they were gone. 
When she was certain the Lipsticks had also departed, she met Sherm Herman 
outside the arena. She was wearing a heavy woolen red coat, and Herman was 
bundled up in a blue parka. 

"I'm glad you're a good loser, Chris," Herman laughed. "This is something 
I've kinda dreamed about." 

"You know," she said to him, "I'm not going to kid you. Sherm, I'm a virgin. 
I've been so wrapped up in semi-pro ball all my life, I never took the time 
out to find out about the birds and the bees." 

"Well then, think a' how lucky you are," Herman told her. "Tonight you're 
gonna get a crash course from an expert. You got the kinda body that makes a 
man want more and more. Cheer up, Chris. Sex is a lot more fun than you 
think. Tell you what, I won't get into anything heavy, tonight. A simple, 
straightforward pumping'll make the two of us happy, but I promise to give 
you one helluva warm-up, first." 

"Thanks, Sherm, you're all heart." 

"As a matter-of-fact, tonight I'm all cock," he laughed. 

He took her to a small motel not too far from the arena, and after he had 
gotten a room, took her to a small, nearby bar. 

"Well," Chris smiled, "at least you aren't shy about being seen in public 
with a black woman." 

"Why should I be?" Herman asked. "Hell! 

You're taking everything in stride, Chris, and I'll tell you right now, I 
don't mind showing you off to the rest of the world. You're one stunning 
beauty." 

"Thanks, Sherm. You make me feel like just a woman instead of a black 
woman." 

"Long as you don't turn my cock black, I can't see where I have a thing to 
worry about." 

"You're being explicit, anyway. Look, I'm really not in the mood to drink." 

"Just a little Pernod," he told her. "It'll sharpen your senses and make you 
enjoy everything. I don't want you feeling any of the pain, and I do want 
your pleasure heightened." 

"Why should you care how I feel, Sherm?" 

"Well, your girls played a whale of a game, tonight. I was thinking of a 
rematch on Monday evening, with the same rules applying." 

"Let's see how tonight turns out," she insisted. "You'd be smart to start on 
the Pill, Chris." 

"You really have a lot of confidence in my team," she replied. "We'll beat 
you the next time, Sherm. As for my getting pregnant, don't worry. My 
period's due in two days. So even if we play on Monday and lose, you won't 
be able to collect for awhile." 

"S'all right," Herman told her. "I trust you." They went to the motel room 
after a small drink apiece, and Chris felt so alone. She had often pictured 
her first time in bed as being with a black man, a man she cared for. Not 
that she disliked Sherm Herman, but he definitely wasn't the type to arouse 
her. Aside from his being white, he had a slight pot belly, he was balding, 
he perspired a lot, and even though she knew he had showered at the arena in 
the men's' shower room before leaving, there was still the smell of stale 
sweat and smoke in what was left of his hair. He was more the sports figure 
than ever, and somehow or other just didn't seem to fit into her love-life. 

Chris stood there and let the paunchy man un-dress her. As he unhooked her 
brassiere and her large, swollen beauties came into view, the man let out a 
low, soft whistle. 

"Now that's what I call a pair of beautiful black basketballs," he insisted. 

Chris smiled, feeling more than a little uncertain, staring down at the 
bulge growing in the man's heavy pants, knowing the sight of her naked bosom 
was responsible. 

"You make me feel like a whore," she gasped. 

"Stop it!" he insisted, talking softly but directly. "So you're putting out 
for the first time in your life. So what! Lots of women, white, black, and 
every other color get screwed daily, and most of 'em start a lot younger'n 
you." 

He was standing in front of her, and he began caressing her breasts, 
fondling them tenderly, handling the black nipples and areolae as if they 
were diamonds, to be handled with extreme care. 

His hungry mouth kissed them appreciatively, and Chris shuddered, because 
instead of feeling the kind of repulsion she had expected to feel, she was 
enjoying it. He kissed her nipples again and again, first the left, then the 
right. He was sweating profusely, writhing, and she saw the bulge in the 
front of his pants getting so big, she knew if he didn't get those pants off 
in a hurry, his expanding penis was going to tear right through the 
material. 

He knelt in front of her and removed her skirt and half slip. Then he slowly 
eased down her panties, breathing the muskiness coming from her soft crotch, 
and Chris was able to feel the damp stickiness there. She had never leaked 
oil from there, before. He countered her leakage with some of his own, and 
when she looked down again, she saw the damp spot appearing in his pants, 
slowly widening. She was getting an education in a hurry, all right. Now she 
knew both, men and women leaked oil. The leakage from his penis made it 
appear as if he were drooling from both, his mouth and his sex organ, and 
there was no question about for whom he was drooling. 

"Stand up, Sherm," she insisted. "I don't want to see you ruining a good 
pair of pants because of me." 

Chris surprised herself, taking the initiative, un-buckling his belt, and 
with trembling fingers she pulled down his zipper. Having plenty of 
brothers, she knew what a black cock looked like, since modesty was a luxury 
few-enough people were able to afford in the tiny four room apartment in 
which she had been brought up. Now she was going to look at a honky penis, 
and wondered if aside from-the color, the penis would look different to her. 
She tugged hard on the zipper, as if the heat of his pulsating penis had 
melted the zipper's teeth together. 

His pants fell down and she discovered he was wearing no undershorts. He had 
been eager for her, all right. What she stared at was longer, thicker, and 
stiffer than anything she had seen at home, basically because none of her 
brothers had been aroused when she had seen them coming from the bathroom 
after a shower or getting dressed in a bedroom everyone had been forced to 
share. The shaft was long and white, and the head was a pinkish purple. 
Underneath were a pair of weighty balls inside a red scrotum sac that was 
covered with grey hairs. 

"Aw come on," Herman snapped at her. "I'm sure you've seen bigger in your 
time." 

"I've never seen a hard one before, Sherm," she gasped. "I have to admit, 
that's the biggest one I've ever seen." 

"Touch it, Chris, get used to it." 

"I... don't know," she said, shuddering. "Come on, honey, it can't bite you. 
As a matter-of-fact, it can't do a damn thing to your body without your 
okay. Look, I'm hot for you, really hot for you, but if you wanna back outta 
this, well we can forget the whole thing." 

"What about my girls?" Chris asked. 

"We'll just go back to being like before." 

"No game Monday night?" 

"Well... " 

"I made a deal with you, Sherm. I'll keep up my end of the deal. But I don't 
ever want this getting back to my girls." 

"Not from me," Sherm Herman insisted. 

He was touching her appealing naked form, kneeling again, pulling off her 
socks as she lifted each of her feet up, one at a time. He massaged her 
calves as if touching black velvet. Then he stood, caressing her buttocks, 
feeling her back, and finally letting her undress him and drape his clothing 
on a chair. 

Chris didn't know why she didn't take advantage of his offer to let her out 
of this contract. She must have been crazy. Still, a deal was a deal, and 
she had never gone back on an agreement in her life. 

She stared at Herman, looking over his hairy body. In spite of the slight 
paunch, the rest of his body was very muscular. When he turned his back to 
her for a moment, she saw his flat buttocks were not fat, and when he once 
again turned toward her, his throbbing cock, jutting out as it did, made her 
think of a ship's bowsprit. 

Herman walked over to her and gathered her ebony tawniness in his arms, as 
if cuddling a sleek panther. The large mass of grey hairs that covered his 
broad, slightly fatty chest, tickled the nipples on her breasts 
delightfully. Her naked brothers, almost all of them younger than herself, 
had had smooth chests when she had seen them. She rubbed against his 
hairiness, and that was when she initially became aware of the pressure of 
his throbbing cock, all slimy at the tip, grinding into the furred pout that 
was her groin, feeling like some enormous Sequoia log. She was certain she 
would never be able to take anything that big inside her narrow little 
feminine opening. But she had given her word, and she was determined to 
try-even if the damn thing finally split her right up the middle. 

Herman eased her back and down, lowering her to the edge of the mattress 
behind her. His hands were all over her, but they kneaded her large bouncing 
breasts as a baker's hands would knead dough. She was aflame with sexual 
craving and desire. It came so easily to her. She had imagined sex was 
something she would have to learn in steps. Instead she was taking to it 
like the proverbial duck took to water, or a bird took to flying. 

"I'm gonna fuck you fast and hard this first time, Chris," he told her. "If 
you have a cherry, it'll pop really fast." 

"I don't have one," she told him. "With all the athletics in which I've been 
involved, my hymen broke when I was only eleven. But I'm telling you right 
now, Sherm, I am a virgin." 

She spread her thighs wide apart with the intent of allowing his huge, 
gigantic, apple-shaped dome to instantly achieve initial entry into her 
seethingly dripping vagina. Chris didn't know why, but instead of being 
afraid of his penis, she was looking forward to its entry into her. Perhaps 
it was because she liked Sherm Herman, the man. She waited anxiously, 
expecting him to move on top of her and begin his initial thrustings. 

However Sherm Herman fooled her. Instead of sliding over her as she 
expected, he fell to his knees on the floor, his head between her lovely 
widespread thighs and lowered his face to her open gash. 

Chris was perplexed. She was no dummy, even if she hadn't been sexually 
involved with men. She was well aware a man often wanted his cock sucked, 
and she had been afraid Herman would demand that of her. But what was a man 
able to do to a woman's sexual slash? She lay there, wondering, but her 
wondering turned to wonderment as his hungry lips and probing tongue made 
delicately tender contact with her labia and clitoris, sending new thrills 
tingling through every fiber of her shuddering being. 

"OHHHHH... AHHHHH! Uuuuunnnngggghhhh... aaaannnngggghhhhhh... yesssss... I 
like it... I like it... that's sheer heaven, Sherm. That's wonderful," she 
gasped and sobbed, realizing his tongue, like his knowledge of basketball, 
was excellent. The well-trained oral digit carefully tickled her clitoris as 
it had never been tickled before. Well, naturally it had never been tickled 
before, since no mouth or hand, not even her own hand, had ever touched it. 
She was building fast now, and she wondered if it was at all possible for 
her to achieve a climax the first time the man put his penis into her. 

Christine had many friends, including the girls on her basketball team, none 
of who were virgin, a couple of whom were married. At one time or another 
they had all confided something about their sex lives to her, and she 
realized every one of them had, in essence, told her the same thing. In 
order to achieve an orgasm, one had to go past the initial defloration. Many 
had to be fucked for more than a year before achieving an initial orgasm. 
Some were climaxing by the third or fourth entry, but not one of them had 
peaked the first time. She wondered if it was possible for her to climax her 
first time with a man. His mouth left her aroused and inflamed clitoris now, 
and he trailed his tongue slowly downward, separating the delicately pink 
inner lips of her deliciously creamy, seething pussy. He pressed his head in 
deeper and turned it sideways, then he locked his teeth tightly on the 
softly squirming nether lips of her tantalizingly delicious pussy. Sherm 
Herman had eaten many a cunt in his lifetime, including that of his wife, 
but he had to admit this little chocolate girl had the tastiest pussy his 
mouth had ever enjoyed. She shuddered as she sensed his tongue slowly 
forcing its way between her inner labia, engaging her vagina in that 
ultimate soul kiss. 

Chris was shuddering and quaking, her entire body wild with built-up 
passion, now. Herman was one helluva lover, all right. He was making her 
yearn to discover what it was like to have that huge, thick penis burrowing 
into her depths, and yet she didn't ever want him to stop sucking her 
vagina. Oh wow! If this was what sex was all about, it almost made it 
worthwhile for her girls to lose. This was the most magnificent moment in 
her entire life. 

Gasping, she felt little droplets of perspiration breaking out between the 
globes of her breasts and between the cheeks of her buttocks. Droplets also 
dotted her upper lip and forehead, as well. This was so fantastic, she 
discovered she was having a difficult time breathing. Soft little 
animal-like mewls were escaping from between clamped-together lips as her 
head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the strong mattress while 
Herman continually renewed his oral assault on her seething vagina. He 
pushed his face farther forward, moving his slurping tongue even deeper now, 
then used his hands to lift first her legs, and then the rounded black 
cheeks of her lovely buttocks as she squirmed, wriggling uncontrollably 
because his tongue was delving into the starred opening of her ass. It 
massaged her anal pucker, then pushed deeper into it, forcing its way 
farther and farther while his nose continued to tenderly tantalize the soft, 
simmering entrance to her seething pussy. The woman moaned in rapturous 
ecstasy, and her heaving breath came in loud gasps as she found herself 
swept aloft on the wings of moths and butterflies to a dizzying level of 
arousal she had never known her body to contain, before. 

"Don't stop!" she gasped, suddenly feeling the need for more of his tongue. 
She was sobbing breathlessly, as she continued, panting, "Please... 
please... Sherm... don't... uunngghh... stop what you're... hhhaaannnhhh... 
doing to me. I want that tongue of yours all the way inside me. Ohhhh 
Wowwww! I wish this might... hhuunngghh... go on forever... " 

All the lovely young ebony girl knew was, what Sherm Herman was doing to her 
with his marvelous working mouth was driving her clear up the wall, right to 
the ceiling, then across the ceiling and down the other wall. Though she had 
yet to discover what it meant to reach any kind of orgasmic satisfaction 
whatsoever, let alone experience a total climactic inundation, she knew 
without a doubt she was moving closer and closer to that thrillingly 
explosive moment in her life than she had ever been before. Everything in 
her body was building to higher plateaus, and she was feeling more alive and 
aroused than she had ever felt in her entire life. The arousal, the delight, 
the thrills were greater than anything she had previously experienced, yet 
she was well aware the climactic crescendo of her softly approaching 
virginal orgasm would slam into her entire body, zapping her senses like 
some kind of unexpected bolt from heaven... raw lightning charging through 
every part of her. 

She was gasping, panting, almost totally out of control as she continued to 
loudly sob and moan. Inside her, an emotional storm was brewing, and the 
oils in her seething sex were already bubbling from the heat she felt. 
Slowly, very slowly, Herman lowered her delightfully upraised thighs as he 
once again began trailing his working tongue upward. He lanced it solidly 
into the deliciously soft, wet pool between her sucking vulva. The sides of 
his tongue moving into her began caressing her inner labia with its own 
pulsatingly moist surface. The thrillingly grazing contact lifted her into a 
new, rarified ionosphere of tantalizing sexual thrills and sensations. His 
tongue finally reached the upstanding, swollen nubbin of her clitoris. The 
pink nodule had swollen and extended itself way beyond the coral inner lips 
of the surrounding area, creating the appearance of some miniscule little 
turtle timidly poking its unprotected head from the safety of its own shell. 
He trailed the tantalizing tip of his working tongue over and around this 
most delightfully erogenous zone of her feminine anatomy, causing sensual 
little shockwaves of utter delight to fire into the tenderly ultra-sensitive 
net-work of blistering little nerve-endings until her inner panel board of 
rapture and delight began lighting up like a flashing Christmas tree. All 
sex systems in her feminine container were go. Her creaming pussy was 
definitely galvanized by the thrillingly wonderful torture of his moving 
tongue. 

"Gggaaannnggghhh... OHHHHHH... YESSSSSSS... YESSSSSSSSSSSSS... 
YESSSSSSSSS... " the lovely ebony woman bellowed at the rival coach. "I... 
uunnhh... don't know what you're... ooooohhhhh... doing to meeeeee... 
hhhaaannnhhhh... but I'll strangle you with my thighs if you... 
ohhhhhhhhhhh... stop! I'll... uhhhh... do anything... anything you... 
uuunnnhhh... want... after thisssss... gghhuunngghh... but just keep on 
doooiiinnng to meeee... what you're... uhhhhh... doing right nowwwwwwww... " 

Sherman Herman was an expert when it came to making women orgasm. He 
carefully eased the middle finger of his moving right hand into the 
tightness of the black girl's rectum, pushing the finger relentlessly deeper 
until it was plunged all the way into her. Then he slipped his middle and 
index fingers of his left hand into the taut juiciness of her creaming 
virginal vagina. Slowly he pulled her fully erected clitoris between his 
hungry lips. He sucked the little pellet into his hungering mouth, using the 
pressure of his lips to push her frenulum even farther back while he licked 
and lapped her aching clitoris, torturing the tiny little bud beyond 
endurance. 

"Ohhhh... gguunngghh... hhuunnhh... IIIII... caaannn't... oooooohhhhhh... 
stannnnd iiiiiit... " she panted so heavily, Her-man was terrified she might 
end up with some kind of coronary. That was the last thing he wanted. 

"Uuuunnnggghhhmmm!" he moaned, his face deep in her sodden pussy, lapping 
away at the tasty folds of her tantalizing flesh. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh!" she sighed as he dug his fingers deeper into her while pile 
driving his face into her dripping slash, lifting her delightful buttocks 
completely off the bouncy mattress, The young black woman's aching body 
trembled and shook and vibrated as if high voltage electricity was being 
poured through it at an incredible rate. A long, low moan, like a death 
rattle escaped her parched lips and her wide eyes rolled back' in her head, 
looking all the whiter when contrasting with her ebony flesh. 

"AAALYYY AAAGGGHHHUUUNNNGGG-HHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHH-AAAWWWAAANNNGGGHHH!" 
she shrieked, climaxing wildly, making Herman glad he had selected this 
particular motel where he knew the walls were soundproof. 

She shuddered and twitched and jerked some more, and then finally collapsed 
on the mattress like a deflated balloon. Thrills continued coursing through 
her as she lay there, out of energy. 

First time out, first time with a man, and a man who was far from an Adonis, 
at that, and yet Christine Jackson had done something no other woman she had 
ever known had done. She had reached a climax. She had broken through the 
orgasmic barrier immediately, experiencing total sexual satisfaction and 
relief for the first time in her entire young life. Tonight, the lovely 
walnut-skinned girl had become a woman. 

Looking almost like a small version of The Hulk, Sherm Herman lifted himself 
from between her lovely thighs and wiped his naturally pursed lips with the 
hairy back of his hand. The huge, pinkish purple head of his throbbing penis 
was already glistening with the multitude of clear juices that had seeped 
from its tiny narrow slit as he had sucked Chris's tasty pussy until the 
woman had climaxed. 

Now it was his turn to have some fun. Not that lapping her cunt hadn't been 
fun. But now it was time for his cock to get in on the action. 

The lovely young black woman lay there, looking very much for the moment as 
if she were either dead or completely unconscious as she sprawled there, 
completely motionless, with the colorless oozing oil continuing to drip from 
the wide-open lips of her widespread vagina. 

"Hey," Herman asked, moving up to look at her, "Chrissy, are you feeling all 
right, kid?" His face showed a deep concern for her well-being. 

"Mmmmmm!" she murmured. "Right now I feel like I'm in heaven," and she 
lifted her arms and limply wrapped them around Herman, tugging him down on 
top of her. 

Slowly, carefully, he pushed and eased her lithe form to the middle of the 
mattress. He continued to look her lovely torso over as he did so, and he 
had to admit, black or white, he had never found a tastier, lovelier body. 
Shit! He had really lucked into something with this lovely female. 

"You know," he told her, "I'm not the only guy who's hot for your body, 
Chris. Just about every other coach in the league would give an eye to fuck 
you. If you want, you can set up deals like this with all of them, and 
they'll be more than happy to play your team. This way, you'll be able to 
get some of the bigger money." 

"Are you kidding?" Chris sighed. "Most of those guys probably don't give a 
damn about making me peak, the way you did, Sherm. I agreed to this with you 
because I knew if we did lose, you'd be gentle and loving about everything, 
and not some dumb jerk who would rape the hell out of this body of mine." 

"Hey, as far as I'm concerned," he told her, "I'd just as soon keep this 
lovely torso of yours to myself. Believe me, I'll let the Lipsticks play 
your Eyeshadows any time, looking forward to your team's losing, now. You 
have one fantastic body. In a minute I'm gonna push my cock into it, and 
honey, let me tell you, I'm gonna be in heaven." 

"If your penis is half as good as your mouth, I'm in for one heck of a 
night, Sherm," she giggled. "But I'll tell you right now, my girls are going 
to beat your girls the next time out. You wait and see. We're getting to be 
a better team." 

"Luckily, you have a bunch of stiffs, Chris. Sure, there'll be nights when 
you'll get lucky and beat us, but for the most part we'll be whomping you. 
If it weren't for the money, I'll be glad to set up a league of our own, 
just our two teams, and beat the pants off your girls every time, just so I 
can fuck you." 

"Sherm, you're a good guy," she told him. "Come on, Chris. I'm not the only 
good guy in the league. At least five of the other coaches are nice, three 
of them super-nice. Every one of them is hotter than hell for your body. I'm 
telling you, make them the same offer I conned you into, and soon you and 
your girls'll be rolling in the green. So what if you don't win. You'll be 
playing, and you'll be earning money." 

"I'll think on it," she told him. 

"Hey, you ready for the main event, now?" 

"I guess so." 

"Sex isn't all that bad, huh?" 

"I have to admit," she told him. "The feeling was more fantastic than I had 
ever dreamed it might be," She smiled at him, then said, "You tell me, d'you 
think you can make me go all the way with that penis of yours. I mean, can 
you take me at least as far as you did with your mouth?" 

"Honey, if I don't do it, I'm sure gonna die trying," he laughed, promising 
out loud as he slowly crawled between her lovely, widespread, chocolate 
thighs. 

"What do we do now?" the lovely woman asked. 

"You begin by reaching between us with your hand, grabbing my cock, and 
pushing it into your cunt. I'll take it from there." 

Smiling, Chris reached and grabbed his throbbingly twitching penis with her 
two hands. She positioned it carefully, guiding its big, pulsating head to 
its tender target. Her slender, dark-skinned hands were scarcely able to 
encircle the swollen shaft of his burning hot meat. She didn't know why, but 
she was certain it was going to make her as pleased as his mouth. Even 
though she had never been fucked before, she ached to feel it stuffed into 
her vagina. 

The slightly bulky male made a careful effort to be exceptionally gentle 
with the black-skinned girl. But there was really no gentle method by which 
three pounds of thick penile sausage-meat can be crammed into a tight, 
narrow sleeve. The man's burgeoning, swollen cock had often proved on more 
than one occasion to be more of a problem than a blessing. When he had been 
in the service, overseas in Japan, he had found it almost impossible to fit 
his gigantic penile muscle into those tiny women. It was in Japan he had 
discovered that the only way to make such a narrow cunt stretch was to suck 
it a little first. To this day, his pussy-lapping was just more than a first 
stage of foreplay. It had become the one prerequisite to penetration. 

Even with the excessive lubrication of the two of them splashed all over 
their loins, he had a hard time. He pressed the rounded knob against her 
vaginal lips and slowly began pushing. He immediately knew he was going to 
have a difficult time fitting his cock into her. The head was as big as a 
doorknob, and her little slit had barely opened up enough to take his two 
fingers. 

"Sheesh!" he gasped. "I'm more scared at this moment than you are." 

"Don't be frightened," she told him, herself quivering. "There has to be a 
first time for everything. Just come on ahead and sock it to me," she 
insisted. "I don't care what it does to my insides. Even if you scrape off a 
layer or two of skin in there, I know the time has come for me to really 
feel what a good man's cock is like. I never thought I'd call any honky a 
good man, but you're a good guy, Sherm. So come on, and cram my body with 
that penis of yours. Fill me to capacity with it. I promise not to scream 
and yell, even if it does hurt a little, at first. 

She threw her lovely legs tightly around the man's flat buttocks and beat on 
his asscheeks with her soft heels, like a jockey spurring his horse to the 
supreme effort. He pounded forward desperately, battering at her tender, 
undersized opening while the lovely black woman bit her lower lip so hard 
she almost drew blood. He drove in solidly, continually, mercilessly, unable 
to control himself now that he was moving, burying his throbbing prick a 
little deeper with each overpoweringly vicious thrust. He thrust so solidly 
into her, he was certain he felt some part of her interior flesh split. 
Finally he was testicles-deep inside the tightly squeezing, formerly 
virginal cavern of her delightfully squeezing feminine interior. 

"Hhhhhhunnnhhhh!" she gasped, as if the breath had been knocked out of her. 

"Hurt?" he asked. 

"A... little... " she gurgled. 

"Then we'll wait a minute until your inner cunt adjusts to my thickness," he 
told her. 

He remained that way, his entire cock locked into her depths, and he bent 
down and began kissing her mouth again and again, letting her taste her own 
cuntal secretions as his tongue licked through her mouth repeatedly. 

After awhile, she felt his heated cock twitching in the tight depths of her 
cunt, but there was no pain with the twitches. On the contrary, there was 
nothing other than sheer pleasure. She was enjoying the feel of his hard 
lance buried in her scabbard. 

"Ummmmm!" she eventually sighed. "I want you to know, Sherm, that this is 
the most fantastic night of my life. Your cock doesn't hurt anymore inside 
me. In fact, it's beginning to feel more than a little wonderful. Do it to 
me, Sherm. Fuck me like you've never fucked a woman before. Make this first 
fuck for me a really memorable fuck." 

He took long, driving strokes into the seething depths of her hot pussy now, 
alternating between fast, hard thrusts, and slow, gentle lunges. 

"Ohhhhhhh... " she gasped. "It's beautiful... it's wonderfulllll... it's 
really fantastic!" she gasped. "Is this what it's like all the time? Is this 
the way it'll feel with every man? Don't hold back, Sherm. I want every last 
little bit of it inside me. I can feel you touching bottom in there." 

"It's this way... uuunnnhhh... with me every time," he panted as he pumped 
his prick into her. 

Outwardly he was bragging, but inwardly he was praying for her to reach her 
second climax in a hurry. He felt himself already teetering on the brink of 
his balls about to burst, but he made a truly valiant effort to keep his 
seething seed back because he wanted to make certain she got everything 
possible from this joint union of theirs. But damn! She sure as hell had 
better hurry. A man was able to hold out for just so long. 

"Hhhhuuunnnggghhh! " she began panting breathlessly into his ear. "IIII... 
uunnhh... can feel it, Sherm. I can feel it. It's going to happen all over 
again inside me. Ohhhh... fuck... fuck... fuck... keep fucking... come on 
and shoot in my cunt... I know when I feel you emptying your balls into me 
I'm... aaannnhhh... going to peak all overrrrr... againnnn... " 

"Hurrry... uuunnnhhh... come on, girl... hit the top... ggguuunnnggghhh... " 
he puffed, panting into the face of the impaled black girl beneath him. "I 
just haven't got the strength to hold my sperm back a moment 
longerrrrrrrr... HEEEEEERE ITTTT COMMMMMES... YOU TOOOO... SHOOT WITH ME 
BABYYY... OHHHHH SHIIIIIIT! I'M... YYAARR-GGGHHHH... BLASTING MY BALLS 
INTOOOOOO YOUR SNATCH! FEEEL ITTT!" 

"Oh wow!" she panted. "Yes, yes, yes," she sobbed out loud. "ALLLLL 
OWERRRR... AANNGGHH... AGAINNNNNNN... YYAANNGGRRGGHHUUNNGGHH! " Heaven was 
invading her body. The lovely young Negress had no idea there was so much 
sheer bliss attached to sexual contact. No wonder men avidly chased women, 
and no wonder the women seemingly gave in so easily. 

Herman felt her narrow vagina internally dilate as her pussylips puckered 
and began spasming violently, trying to squeeze every last drop of white 
nectar from the interior of the man's throbbing testicles. Herman had to 
admit the black woman was probably the finest female he had ever fucked. 
Hell! It had been years, literally, since he had felt his cock so squeezing 
and crushed by her palpitating vagina. He felt as if his penis had melted 
and had simply run into her tight cunt. Even the marrow in his bones seemed 
to melt into cream and seep from his penis into her body. Her greasy pussy 
hungrily sucked up everything his cock had to offer. It took all the man's 
strength to keep from collapsing his two-hundred and thirty pounds of 
cunt-whipped body on her frail feminine frame. 

Chris felt only a delightfully delicious soreness inside her split sex 
center as the intruder, now considerably smaller, finally withdrew from her. 
God! It had been good, really good. 

She lay back on the bed as Sherm Herman flopped beside her. He smiled at 
her, saying, "You're good. If you're like this now, when you were a virgin, 
how the hell are you gonna be when you really get a few cocks under your 
belt?" 

"This is something I won't know until that time, Sherm." 

"Why not think about what I told you," he said to her. "Much as I'd love to 
hog you all to myself, you'll line up one helluva lot more games if you come 
to some kind of an agreement with the other coaches. Too bad the ballplayers 
aren't men. Then you'd be able to shave points and make the scores look 
closer." 

"But that'd be cheating." 

"No one would ever know, and you and your girls'd make money." 

CHAPTER THREE 

Christine Jackson had no intention of using her body as a springboard for 
her girls. Sure, she made money when they made money. Her own pay was 
predicated on a percentage of what the girls took in during each game, but 
the idea of prostituting herself, especially to shave points, bothered her. 

Good thing there were no male players on the opposition team. Otherwise she 
would be tempted, and she knew it. It might be better if she went back to 
being a full-time secretary for some honky lawyer rather than working for 
Office Temporaries during the day. Every time she met a new boss, he always 
tried making points with her. 

For the next few evenings she trained with her girls, and on Monday evening, 
after a late-afternoon workout, her Eyeshadows played and beat the 
Lipsticks. True, it was a one point differential in the score, but it was 
enough to win. It was an even better game than Friday night, but because it 
was a week night, there were less people there to see it. However, the word 
that her team had finally won a game would be sure to get around. 

For the next two nights her girls continued practicing, and in the late part 
of the day, after she was finished with office work, Chris went 
game-hunting. 

If there was one man nicer than Sherm Herman, it was the Pakistani, Hamid 
Dimhi. Hamid was a short man, but a wiry one, and though he came from 
Pakistan, he played basketball with an amazing agility, able to out jump men 
six and seven inches taller than himself. He had jet black hair, combed 
straight back, olive skin, a large, almost bulbous nose, thin lips and a 
very rugged chin. He wore glasses most of the time, and he spoke in short, 
clipped sentences, as Peter Sellers might have done in THE PARTY. His eyes 
were always lively and dancing, and he had a solid body. 

Hamid managed the Pancakes, the team in fifth place in the semi-pro league. 
His team was much better than it looked. Injuries had plagued them, keeping 
them from winning many of their games, otherwise they would be in the top 
three. Hamid, like Sherm Herman was a married man, but when he looked at 
Chris with his dancing black eyes, she was certain the thought of infidelity 
wouldn't have bothered him at all. In fact, he looked like the kind of man 
who might very sweetly and kindly deflower his own daughters had his wife 
not been so westernized. 

Though Chris was thinking of going to Hamid and asking him for a game, she 
was surprised when he came up to her after her girls had run through a 
practice session, and said, "Christine, may I please have the pleasure of 
speaking with you?" 

"Sure thing, Hamid," she told him. "While my girls are in the shower, 
suppose we talk here, in the arena. No one else is around. One good thing 
about standing in the middle of an arena, you can always see if someone is 
trying to spy on you." 

"This is a good thing, since I hope you and I shall become fellow 
conspirators," Hamid said to her. 

"Conspirators?" she asked. "In what shall we conspire?" 

"In arranging a game between our two teams." 

"I'm all for that," Chris nodded. 

"Excellent. I have been speaking with our mutual friend, Sherman Herman. 
Sherman tells me of the wonderful agreement the two of you came to." 

Two emotions were charging through Chris. First, she felt disappointment 
that Sherm had actually told someone. Second, she felt a charge of lust 
bubble up in her vagina. Hamid Dimhi was a handsome man, and the idea of 
sleeping with him was indeed very pleasing. Still, she didn't like to barter 
with her body. 

"Come on, Hamid," she said to him. "Play fair. Don't use my body as a 
bargaining point for a game with my girls." 

"Christine, you are a most beautiful woman," Hamid insisted. "Until recently 
it was all but impossible to convince you to agree to such a course of 
action. If I asked you to sleep with me with no inducements, such as the 
loss of a game, what would you tell me?" 

"You know what, Hamid," she insisted. "You're married. I don't like helping 
married men cheat on their wives, because I wouldn't want my husband to 
cheat on me." 

"Ah, but at the moment you are not married, nor are you contemplating 
matrimony," he pointed out. "You see, dear Christine, I have no choice. If I 
am to bed down with you, as I have wished to do for some time now, I need a 
little leverage. Therefore, if you are willing to make the same terms with 
me as you did with Sherman, we can play in this very arena in two nights." 

Two nights. Her period would be ended by then, and she would be popping 
birth-control pills. Besides, with the Pancakes, the gate would be much 
higher than with the Lipsticks. 

All fancy thoughts about not prostituting her body were suddenly swept away. 

"All right, Hamid," she nodded. "But remember, there's the possibility my 
team will win, and if they do, then you don't get your hands on me. 

"But of course not," Hamid said, and smiling, walked away. 

So here she was, with another agreement on her hand. What was worse, the 
thought of being in bed with Hamid was making her vagina cream. His skin was 
so dark, he actually looked darker than many a white-skinned black man. He 
was so much more arousing to look at than Sherm Herman. 

Shrugging, she walked back to the showers where her girls were finishing 
their ablutions, and she called them all together letting them know they had 
a game against the Pancakes, in two nights. 

"I expect you to play your hearts out," she told them. "I don't want to see 
some of the goofs I saw tonight." 

"Aw, c'mon," Rosy, a black-skinned six-foot-three-inch girl said. "Y'all 
know we all of us do our best, Chrissy." 

"I know the whole group of you always busts my chops." Chris snapped. "It's 
time you became basketball players. Now I want you out there in two nights, 
whipping the bras off those Pancakes." 

"We'll flatten 'em," Rosy insisted. 

Two nights later, in spite of a valiant attempt by the Eyeshadows, the 
Pancakes flattened them 106 to 72. Chris had already taken her pill. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Perhaps the worst thing about what was about to happen was that Christine 
Jackson wanted it to happen. Hamid, being a bit more polished than Sherm 
Herman, didn't take her to a motel. Rather he took her to an elegant private 
dining room in a restaurant. The room was small, surrounded with sound-proof 
paneling against the walls, and plush carpeting underfoot. She and Hamid sat 
at a small table for two, and at the opposite end of the room was the 
backless sofa with its head against the wall. 

A waiter brought them menus, and they ate, but all the while Chris felt her 
pulses quickening. After the dessert, they relaxed and listened to soft 
music for awhile, then Hamid got up and locked the door. His turning the 
door lock automatically put up a Do Not Disturb sign on the door outside. 

"Very well," Hamid said to her. "Shall we get to it?" 

"I feel kind of funny about all this," Chris insisted, speaking in a very 
low voice. 

"Soon you shall be feeling good," Hamid insisted. 

Turning her head toward him, she saw the way he was looking at her spare 
body. She had put on a simple, blouse-style dress of tan, and she had 
nothing-no brassiere, no panties, nothing-underneath. Hamid was wearing a 
blue suit, and he was already removing the jacket. She was on her feet, 
letting him look his fill, and she was glorying in the feelings coursing 
through her. She wanted him to see more of her. Suddenly feeling very 
brazen, Chris undid the belt of her dress, unzipped it behind her, then 
slipped the right arm off, baring the fullness of her right breast as well. 
There was a hungering in her vagina that would not be denied, and when Hamid 
held out his hands to her, she all but fell into his arms, whispering his 
name. 

"Christine," he softly whispered back to her, and after another moment had 
simply swept her into his arms. Before the beautiful mahogany lady was able 
to say anything, his hungering mouth was clamping tightly on hers, kissing 
her full lips. She opened them, parting them wide, allowing the Pakistani's 
searching tongue into her mouth, and the two young people-for Hamid was only 
in his late twenties-strained toward one another, their breath whistling 
through their noses. 

Wow! Chris thought. He's hard already. 

Yes, his cock was already stiff, and she quivered with expectation as she 
felt a growing living presence pushing into the softness of her lower belly. 
Hurriedly she groped with one hand, caressing the front of the man's pants, 
thrilling to the sensation of his swelling penis. She wanted it inside her. 
She wanted to be fucked again. 

Neither of the two of them wanted to waste time with foreplay. He was 
hurriedly slipping her dress from her other shoulder, then pushing it down 
over her hips to reveal her beautiful chocolate body. He immediately bent 
his head and put his mouth to her black right nipple, sucking on it as she 
gasped out, "Ohhhhhh Hamid... Hamid... Hamid... I hate you for this because 
you're letting me know how much I need sex." 

She was moaning softly, her lips against his neck. Then her own neck was 
arched back with pleasure as she felt his lips once again close around her 
erect nipple. His hand was already tenderly sliding down her trembling 
belly, heading for the V of her crotch. Shamelessly the lovely woman widened 
her stance, spreading her soft thighs a little so that the Pakistani would 
have easy access to her wanting, needing vagina. Another moment passed, and 
she was suddenly rewarded with the thrill of his middle finger sliding into 
the waiting depths of her pussy. 

"Hungh!" she gasped out as the tip of his searching finger made contact with 
her delicate clitoris, teasing and tantalizing it, massaging it again and 
again. So much burning feeling was charging through her flaring body she was 
afraid her trembling legs might not be able to hold her up much longer. Oh 
Lord! Then his finger delved a little deeper, probing into the depths of her 
creaming vagina, and she remembered how alive she had felt with Sherm 
Herman. It was happening all over again, only this time she felt a physical 
attraction to the man, and as a result the feeling was even more powerful. 
He wiggled his finger around in her vagina. She came! She came with just a 
finger! It was a short, sharp, violent orgasm that brought her up on the 
tips of her toes. She was able to sense a gushing of heated fluids oozing 
through her body, seeping from the tightness of her squeezing pussy, 
dropping all over the Pakistani's hand, smearing hotly over the delicate 
insides of her trembling, quivering thighs. 

"On the bed... please... on the bed... " was all the lovely Negress was able 
to gasp, her voice feeble, her brain spinning with heady passion. 

Hamid immediately understood her, and picking up the lovely woman, he 
carried her sweet body to the bed and made her lie down full length on it. 
The well-built Chris was surprised at the strength in the compact little 
man. He had picked her up so smoothly, so effortlessly. Despite his 
slenderness he seemed to be made of steel. 

The lovely woman lay back on the red-covered bed, her nakedness plain for 
his eyes to see, her full breasts bobbling up and down as she panted with 
desire. Her pubic curls, looking like brillo, feeling like down, were wet 
and fragrant with the juices running out of her vagina. She looked up at 
Hamid with a hungry yearning in her eyes, a lusting passion smokily veiling 
them, her long black thighs making squirming movements on the mattress. 

Hamid stared down at the young woman, naked but for her stockings and shoes, 
his breath moving swiftly in and out of his lungs. Then he began to 
hurriedly undress, his shirt ending halfway across the room, thrown on the 
floor. He had some trouble with his pants because of the long peg on which 
they caught-a peg of solid flesh and blood. 

Hardly daring to breathe, Chris watched him open his belt. He had to 
hesitate when pulling his zipper down, not wanting to catch his cock in it. 
The penis had slipped through the hole in his underwear and might easily 
have been mutilated. For a brief instant he turned around so the black girl 
was unable to see anything. Then he turned back, straightening up. 

"My my!" the lovely girl gasped, staring at it. She had to admit, for such a 
short man, Hamid was constructed as long and as thick as Sherm Herman. The 
throbbing organ jutted out from beneath the hardness of his lean belly, a 
solidly huge, bloated rod, incongruous against the leanness of the man's 
muscular torso. At first glance, Chris was certain the cock was going to 
have as much difficulty fitting into her as Sherm Herman's penis. 

Then the dark, handsome Pakistani was lying on the bed beside her, his 
stolidly solid body lying against her tender softness. Anxiously his hands 
touched her lovely breasts, kneading their warm resiliency, carefully 
prodding and massaging her throbbing nipples to pebble hardness. She was 
very much aware of his stone-like penis lying against her thigh like a heavy 
weight. She very timidly reached down to touch his pulsing penis, her 
slender fingers closing firmly around the heavily thick shaft. It throbbed 
even more strongly under her touch and seemed to swell even more. 

"Ohhhhh yes, yes, that feels exceedingly good," Hamid gasped, panting as his 
hands tightened their hold on Chris's firm breasts. 

"Unnnhh... rub them... " Chris gasped. "Rub my tits, man! Rub them really 
hard!" she moaned, surprised at the fact that she had suddenly become so 
direct. 

"I shall do just that," Hamid agreed. 

While the man continued handling and fondling her full ripe breasts, she 
began jerking and tugging on the length of his cock, her hand sliding 
eagerly and anxiously up and down the elongated length of his massive organ. 
Hamid gasped and groaned, burying his face between her breasts, his lips and 
tongue searching out her swollen nipples. 

"Haaaaannnnnhhhhh... yessssss... suck them... suck them!" the lovely black 
woman panted, squeezing his penis so hard the man yelped and actually pulled 
himself back a moment. 

"If you continue fondling me in so ferocious a manner," he told her. "I'll 
fire all over your body." 

So Chris slowed down her anxiously eager stroking a little, her hand not 
gripping his penis quite so tight, and Hamid was once again able to 
concentrate on running his hands down over her belly until his fingers were 
prying into the narrowness of her tight, womanly purse. The lovely woman 
parted her pillarly black thighs, joyfully revealing the slash between to 
her new lover, and a few moments later she was trembling with lust and 
delight as Hamid began to finger and manipulate her erect clitoris. He was 
so anxious to massage it, he hurt her a little at first, but feeling her 
flinch, he dipped his moving finger a little lower into the tender wet pit 
of her vagina, and he began coating his finger with her slippery 
lubrication. Now when he began sliding his finger higher again, it glided 
very smoothly over the trembling nubbin that was her shuddering clitoris. 

The hot woman writhed and moaned, squirming on the bed, one hand still 
tightly wrapped around the pulsating shaft of the man's gigantic penis. She 
clutched it tightly, thrilled by it, yet frightened a little by it, feeling 
nervous once again about having such a mammoth organ thrust into her body. 
Yet, her clamoring pussy yearned to be filled and she was determined to make 
it fit inside her no matter what the difficulty. 

Hamid knew how big his penis was. This situation of being with a strange 
woman who was astonished at the size of his organ was nothing new to the 
man. When he had shoved a finger into her vagina while they had been 
standing, before, he had immediately realized how inwardly tight the shapely 
woman was. He knew it was up to him to open her up. Accordingly, he 
continued working with his finger on the lovely black girl's tender pink 
clitoris until she began squirming and wriggling uncontrollably on the bed. 
Sliding his finger down into her trembling slit, he worked it into the 
narrow depths of her vagina again, noticing that in spite of her tightness, 
her cunt was rapidly opening somewhat to his ministrations. He worked his 
throbbingly impaling finger in narrow little circles, around and around 
inside the heated slickness of her womanly channel, and in so doing began 
stretching the soft membranous walls. Chris gasped, loving the way his 
finger was working its way inside her. She writhed about in ecstasy, her 
hips squirming hungrily against his probing hand. She flinched a little when 
he slowly eased another finger into the tightness of her little nest. Her 
elastic vagina quickly adjusted to it, though. 

Hamid was probing, fucking his two fingers into the sighing, moaning girl 
much more wildly now, testing the sweet resiliency of her tender vagina. 
Suddenly it seemed to flower open and he knew she was definitely ready. His 
fingers slithered from her soaked vagina, and he smeared her inner lips with 
as much of the pussy juice as possible. 

"Now, my sweet little ebony pigeon," Hamid breathed. "Now we shall have such 
glory together." He scrambled between Chris's widespread thighs, while 
sitting back on his heels, his hand guiding the tip of his bloated penis 
toward her anxiously waiting cunt. Chris raised her head and looked down at 
where their loins were about to merge, and once again she wondered how she 
was going to contain such massive bloatedness. It was such an enormous 
object. How was it going to fit between her thighs? 

"Be careful, Hamid," she whispered. "It's big, very, very big." 

The Pakistani smiled a confident smile at the lovely black woman, saying, 
"Do not worry dear, sweet, Christine. I have done this many times before you 
know, and I promise you all I have given the women has been extreme 
pleasure." 

Despite her anxiety, the tense young woman began to laugh a little, and some 
of the fright eased out of her shuddering body. But still, as she looked 
down at the thick length of the heavy tan shaft with the light-red top that 
was thrust between her thighs, resting against her vaginal lips, she was 
reminded of a steel wedge being used to split a log. When she had initially 
touched Hamid's unusually large penis, she had been startled at its 
solidity. Even though it was the same size as the behemoth between the 
thighs of Sherm Herman, it felt even stiffer and harder. 

The Pakistani pressed the swollen head of his pulsating penis against the 
outer lips of the young woman's lovely pussy and he began working it up and 
down against her tender inner labia. 

"Ummmmmmm... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... yessssssss... good!" Chris moaned, feeling 
thrilling pleasure as he began sliding the spongy tip of his penis up and 
down the seething length of her pulsating labia. She quivered, trembled with 
wicked delight, feeling it slide very softly over her tender clitoris and 
then glide almost effortlessly down to the entrance to her sweet vaginal 
byway. It felt good, very good, and with the passing moments, the lovely 
black woman began losing her fear. "Put it into me, Hamid," she finally 
gasped. "Please... please... fuck me!" she abruptly began to beg, and that 
was when she opened her thighs as far as possible, inviting the kneeling man 
to thrust into her with his ready phallic staff. 

"All right dear lady," the Pakistani whispered softly to her, and leaning 
forward a little, began working his bloated instrument into the narrow 
opening of the eager woman's pussy. 

Try as he might, the throbbing organ simply didn't fit. It had swelled and 
enlarged even more until it was even bigger than Sherm Herman's cock. It was 
so thick, it was pushing some of her outer flesh into her vaginal opening. 

"Stop!" she shrieked. "Stop! Stop! Hamid, you are too big. You won't fit 
inside me. It won't work-this way. You're causing me pain." 

"Have no fear, beautiful dark-skinned goddess," he said, soothing her fears. 
"Take it slow and we shall find another way, you shall see." Chris was 
amazed at the control the man had over himself. At this stage, Sherm Herman 
wouldn't have stopped for anything. He would have plunged ahead, and to hell 
with the consequences. Not so this man. At one point she had believed her 
life might be in danger from him, and yet she was totally unafraid now that 
he was lovingly reassuring her. He. tugged his swollen length of penile 
piston from the tender entranceway to her painfully stretched pussy. 

She realized this was a very, very, gentle man. She wondered how so gentle a 
man had become involved in a rough sport like basketball. She was curious 
enough to want to ask him, but held her question in abeyance, staring at him 
with fascination. As Hamid gripped his throbbing cock and readied himself 
for yet another try at making love to her, he began spitting on his fingers 
until they were sodden with his saliva. Then he liberally coated his phallic 
lance from top to bottom with the sputum, making the staff shine and 
glisten. 

"You see," he told her. "By mixing saliva with the natural juices that are 
emitted from your vagina, we make my staff very, very slippery." 

"Yes, of course," Chris nodded. 

Once more he braced himself between her lovely thighs, and again the lovely 
black girl felt his cock knocking at the door of her cunt. She tensed 
herself, expecting to feel the same bruising pressure as he pushed into her, 
but to her surprise, Hamid's throbbing cock slid right into her narrow 
pussy. She shuddered, her interior stretching effortlessly to take him... 
stretching, stretching, then stretching, some more. He was so thick she 
thought she ought to be splitting internally, but to her surprise her vagina 
took everything Hamid had to offer, and she was aware that she would even be 
able to handle another inch or two, if necessary. Ohhhhhhh... she was even 
more filled up than she had been with Sherm Herman's hard cock. 

Mmmmmmmm! 

"Now, we shall fuck!" Hamid insisted. 

"Wait... wait... just a minute," she pleaded with him. "Just let me get used 
to the breadth of your cock." 

"But certainly," he nodded assuringly, and he lowered his slender torso 
against her tender body, putting his arms around the sweet woman, his lips 
nuzzling at the side of her neck. 

"Ohhhhhh Hamid!" she sighed, so thrillingly full of the Pakistani, enjoying 
it all, no longer afraid, and no longer hating him for making her agree to 
the same commitment she had agreed to with Sherm Herman. Now he slowly began 
sliding his hot cock in and out of the throbbing tightness of her seething 
pussy, making her cunt feel even more incredibly stuffed each time the organ 
powered forward. "More, Hamid!" she told him, whimpering, clinging tightly 
to the man, and right from the start the lovely young Negress knew she 
wasn't going to have any control over what was happening to her. Every nerve 
in her trembling young body began to shudderingly short-circuit as she felt 
the marvelous organ sliding back and forth, delightfully moving in and out 
of her womanly tunnel. 

"Ohhhhhhh... dear heaven!" the beautiful girl began sighing and moaning. 
"I'mmmmm... oh... hhhaaannnhhh... " she gasped, wriggling, twisting and 
squirming with uncontrolled passion. 

She found herself bucking more and more solidly against the man's steadily 
pounding prick, feeling the throbbing length of fleshy spear pounding all 
the more deeply into the sucking depths of her crushing pussy... moving even 
deeper than Sherm Herman's cock. Moments before she had been terrified of 
the thick length of penis, and now she was opening up even more, and she was 
unable to get enough of the organ inside her. All her interior seemed to be 
widely opening, welcoming Hamid into her, and she suddenly realized she was 
on the verge of an overpowering climax. 

"You... uhhhhhh... know... " he gasped, looking down at her. "Ever since the 
First moment I saw you I wanted very much to make love to you... and now 
that it is happening... I'm afraid it will all end so soon... because I am 
already on the verge of reaching sexual fulfillment. I am most sorry, but I 
cannot contain myself, dear woman... I cannot hold myself back... " 

"Go ahead!" the lovely black woman cried out to him. "I can feel myself on 
the verge of orgasm, too. We'll hit the top of the rainbow together. Come 
on, man... nowwwww... " 

The beautiful female sensed the throbbing penis swelling to unbelievable 
proportions inside her. It enlarged and bloated, and then the man was 
bellowing, "HHHAAAIIIYYYAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHHAAAUUUWWW--AAAGGGHHHH!" He 
belched the sounds out of him, and an instant later she felt the burning 
wetness of his hot sperm gushing into the seething depths of her narrow 
pussy. 

"EEEEYYYIIIAAARRRGGGHHHUUU-NNNGGGHHHAAAUUUWWWAAARRR-GGGHHHAAAYYYAAAGGGHHHH! 
" she screeched back. Her own climax was touched off as the man's throbbing 
cock jerked and shuddered inside the depths of her vagina. Her legs lifted 
off the bed, straight into the air, thrust out stiff and trembling on either 
side of the man's plunging body. Their arms were wrapped tightly around one 
another, and Hamid was crushing the air out of the young woman's lungs, but 
for the moment she didn't even care. She writhed, twisted, and turned on the 
bed, thrusting her vaginal lips solidly against Hamid's pounding pelvis, 
feeling his hot seed gush into her, secure in the knowledge that as long as 
she took the contraceptive pill she had no worries. She sensed the seed 
pouring out of her, the overflow seeping over her cuntlips, onto her 
asscheeks, and then onto the bed. Her buttocks slipped in the slimy warmth 
of the pool forming beneath her. She wanted this to go on and on and on, 
wanted the sex to continue the rest of her life and the hell with 
basketball, but little by little she felt herself weakening as the orgasm 
receded, and she was no longer able to support the solid masculine body of 
the man from Pakistan. 

"Haven't had... uuunnnhhh... a climax like that in a very long time," he 
told her. "Good heavens! I feel as if all of me had turned to liquid and had 
poured out of my penis." 

The young woman gave a shaky, small laugh, feeling somewhat disappointed 
that it was all over so quickly. She wanted more. She told him as much. 

"But of course," he assured her. "You shall have more, too. However, I shall 
need time to recuperate." 

He got to his feet and closed the curtains that were hanging around the bed. 
Then he went to the little table to the left of the bed and picked up the 
telephone, saying, "Please send in a pot of coffee to private room twenty 
three." 

After hanging up, he unlocked the door, then retired to the bed again. He 
lay next to Chris, and they listened as the door opened, and there was the 
sound of saucers and cups being put on the table, and then the door closed. 
Hamid went and locked the door again, and then the two of them sat and 
leisurely enjoyed two cups of coffee, each. After-ward, they relaxed on the 
bed with Hamid lying on top of the lovely Christine. 

More than an hour passed, and finally Christine put a hand over Hamid's 
mouth, saying, "Let's talk another time," and slid her body gently out from 
underneath the Pakistani's body. He looked a little disappointed, afraid she 
might have changed her mind and might want to go back home. Instead, she 
merely smiled at him, then said, "Now it's my turn to be aggressive. Why not 
lie on your back and we'll see what I can do for you." His penis was very 
small, and the more she stared at it, the more uncertain she was of what was 
going to happen to it. 

"Is something bothering you?" Hamid asked. "Well, I was just wondering if 
you think we really will be able to... well, you know... " 

"Make love? I promised you I would be able to do so again, and indeed I 
will." 

"Yes, but at the moment it's so small. I wanted to do something with it, but 
if it stays this tiny, there really isn't very much I'll be able to do." 

"I can eventually stiffen it again," he assured her, amusedly flipping his 
loose penis from side to side limply from one thigh to the other. "Doesn't 
look like very much right now, does it?" 

"Well I'd certainly like to try and do something about that," the lovely 
black-skinned girl insisted, once again trying to wrench control from the 
man. Now it was going to be her turn to do the seducing for a change. "You 
must simply lie there," she told him, moving so when she was kneeling, her 
face was near the man's throbbing loins. Reaching out, she took his listless 
penis in her hands, feeling how wet and slippery it still was, coated as it 
was with a mixture of their secretions. All that had really changed was its 
iron-cored hardness-to soft flexibility. 

Chris suddenly realized she was perplexed. Now that she had taken charge, 
she didn't know what to do. 

"Uhhhhh... tell me... what do I do to get it hard?" she asked, very anxious. 

"Well, my dear, I am afraid you will have to use that pretty mouth of 
yours," the Pakistani replied, wondering if the woman would be willing to do 
it. 

Do I dare do such a thing? Chris wondered. 

She looked doubtfully down at the throbbing little limp shaft flopped like a 
dead fish in her hand. It was glistening with a mixture of their joint 
lubrication plus some cloying thicknesses of the man's semen, as well as 
clots of the stuff caught in the pubic hairs around the base. She remembered 
how Sherm Herman had gone down on her, and she recalled not only how much 
she enjoyed it, but remembered how much he seemed to enjoy doing it. How 
little a thing it would be to take this man's penis inside her mouth after 
all. It would be wonderful, especially if she were able to get it stiff 
enough to fit it into her vagina. Her seething pussy tightened with thrilled 
anticipation as she once again imagined that huge organ filling her internal 
self all over again. 

"This is not something you have to do if you do not wish it," Hamid told 
her. "It is only necessary if you wish to make certain I will develop a 
long, strong erection." 

That was all she had to hear. Now she wanted to suck it more than ever. She 
would not only be doing it for him, but for herself. She felt she owed 
herself that much. Her body was crying out for more satisfaction, and the 
only one able to give it to her now was this man. In order to please 
herself, she had to put her mouth on his throbbing cock, suck it inside, and 
make it swell to its full length. 

Leaning down, the lovely black woman propped his limp penis up with her 
fingers as she brought her face close to his shuddering loins. Yes, he was 
as anxious for her to .do it, more anxious in fact, than she was. Her 
nostrils filled with the heated, musky scent of her own loins smeared all 
over his throbbing penis. For a moment it bothered her to think she would be 
sucking her own juices back into her mouth, then she remembered how much 
Sherm Herman had relished tasting it, and how much she had enjoyed kissing 
her secretions from his lips. Yes, yes, it seemed like such a good idea, the 
very perversity of it began to arouse and excite her. A wave of shameless 
lust charged through her shuddering body as she hastily sucked the end of 
the man's penis between her lips, without thinking. 

"Ahhhhhh... yessssssss... that is right!" Hamid gasped, sighing as the 
novice fellatrice began sucking very quickly on the squiggly length of his 
shrunken organ. It was so small, all of it disappeared very easily inside 
the loving girl's clamped-together lips. It lay soft and passive on the flat 
of her licking tongue. She continued sucking, doing it without instruction, 
pulling intuitively on it, licking, slurping, even chewing a little, but 
nothing was happening in the beginning, and she pulled back, looking 
disappointedly at the tiny penis that seemingly refused to enlarge. 

"It just doesn't seem to be getting any bigger," she pointed out, murmuring 
quietly. 

"It takes a little time, my ebony dove," the man told her, his own voice a 
little shaky since he was somewhat thrilled by what she was doing. "However, 
do not stop doing it, now. I can tell you I am enjoying the sensations very 
much." 

So the lovely woman continued sucking the throbbing, flaccid organ into the 
narrow confines of her tight mouth, pulling on it with her lips while 
licking it with her moving tongue. Even so, minutes passed and still nothing 
was happening. Her tongue and cheeks were beginning to tire from the strain, 
and then she got an idea. 

Perhaps, she thought, if I kind of pull on it and stretch it out... and she 
tugged with her lips, drawing upward on Hamid's circumcised penis, 
stretching it, letting her lips slide back and forth on the miniature organ 
as her tongue continued licking the underside. 

Yes, yes, that was the idea. That was starting to work and Chris became more 
and more excited. There seemed to be a slight thickening of the member, and 
then there was a slow stiffening as the rubbery shaft became less and less 
flexible. It began swelling, enlarging inside her mouth. Sort of like a long 
balloon that was filling with air, the penis extended itself in the 
tightness of her oral cave. She continued to suck and after awhile she was 
rewarded with a genuine mouthful of slowly extending penis. 

"You... uhhhhh... must rub my testicles... ohhhh... too," Hamid instructed, 
suddenly panting out very hoarsely. Obediently, the lovely black woman 
reached down and cradled the wrinkled sac of her lover's testicles in the 
palm of her hand and she began massaging them gently. Almost immediately 
Hamid's penis gave another lurch inside her tightly, steadily sucking mouth. 
It was growing all right, getting a little larger with every passing second. 
All too soon she found it impossible to fit the full length of the throbbing 
organ in her mouth. In order to make him enjoy everything it was time for 
her to change what she was doing. 

Pulling her head back, she stuck out her loving tongue and began hungrily 
licking the underside of Hamid's throbbing instrument, methodically lapping 
and sucking, cleaning the last of his semen from its thick base. The man was 
moaning and panting deliriously now, obviously thrilled and delighted by the 
way the beautiful black woman was eagerly continuing to mouth his aroused 
penis... aroused solely because of what she had done to it. She felt one of 
his hands fumbling along the underside of her own kneeling, trembling body, 
playing with her dangling breasts, pinching her ultra-sensitive nipples, and 
then he was reaching even lower, tugging her around a little, his hand 
sliding into the wet slickness between her trembling thighs. Knowing what 
Hamid wanted, Chris immediately parted her legs, and a few moments later his 
finger was buried inside the slick warmth of her already fucked vagina. 

"Uuuuuummmmmmphhhhhhhhhh!" was all she was able to say, moaning in delight, 
twisting her lips against the continually invading manual digit. 

"Oh my heavens!" the Pakistani gasped. "My penis is so hard it almost 
hurts." He was bouncing his buttocks on the bed, pushing the head of his 
organ against the entrance to her gullet. "You're vagina, dear lady, it is 
also delightfully wet. The time has come for the two of us to once again 
merge." 

As he spoke, the man began sitting up. He was all set to roll the beautiful 
black Chris over and once again clamber between her lovely thighs, but this 
time she stopped him, lifting her mouth from his cock, saying, "No, Hamid. 
This time let me do the work while you lie there and simply enjoy 
everything." 

Her voice had a tone of command in it that refused to be denied, so Hamid, 
always intelligent enough to know when not to argue with a woman, simply lay 
back, wearing a big smile on his face. Having brought Hamid's throbbingly 
long and thick penis back to life by her own oral initiative, the lovely 
black girl wanted to complete her conquest of this, her newest lover. "Now 
you just lie back," she insisted, urging and guiding his upper body farther 
back onto the mattress. Still kneeling beside him, the thrilled and excited 
Chris stared down at his lithe, youthful form, her eyes returning again and 
again to the immense phallic pole rearing up from the cradle of his loins. 
She wanted that cock inside her again, and she wanted it in a hurry. Just 
the sight of it drove her wild. Having had it fitted into her earlier, she 
was well aware she would be able to handle it. This time she was going to do 
the work, and she straddled it while on her knees, her hunger for it evident 
in her eyes as the mammoth erection stood straight up directly in front of 
her flat belly. 

"Just what are you planning to do?" Hamid asked. 

"This time," she whispered conspiratorially, "I'm going to fuck you!" The 
sound of the coarse words coming from her own lips thrilled her no end. 
Digging her knees into the mattress, she lifted her body higher, positioning 
her sweet pussy directly over the throbbing length of his cock, moving 
forward two inches while on her knees until the flaring tip was pressing 
very certainly between the curtains of her inner labia. Bending forward a 
little, she opened herself up with her other fingers, reaching down with her 
left hand and parting her tender vagina lips as wide as possible as she 
forced the huge tip of the muscularly fleshy staff inside the tightness of 
her narrow vaginal opening. The man's throbbing cock felt as impossibly huge 
as it had felt the first time it had entered her, and for a single doubting 
instant Chris was wondering how the thick organ had managed to fit inside 
her. Fortunately for her, her vaginal interior was still wet and slippery 
with the initial deposit of semen the man had left in her, and little by 
little his throbbing lance began easing into the depths of her panting, 
sucking, slurping young ebony body. 

"Huuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh! Aaaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" the lovely Chris moaned as 
she continued very slowly lowering her rounded buttocks, impaling herself 
inch by delectable inch on the massive stake that was Hamid's pulsating 
cock. She continued lowering herself until, with a start, she realized, the 
full length was once again buried inside her. She remained kneeling there 
for a moment, taking a deep breath, and then she began practicing muscular 
contractions, squeezing, pulling, tightening, revolving her hips in tight 
little circles, feeling the massive organ jerk and twitch inside the depths 
of her vagina. "Ummmmmm... good... goooooood... s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o... 
gooooooooood... " she softly moaned, delirious with lust as the rounded tip 
thrust far up, way past her cervical opening. Almost totally over-come with 
passionate delight, Chris had to stop for a moment to take stock of herself 
and her strength, then very slowly she lifted her hips, looking down, 
watching the throbbing length of the man's pulsating penis gently easing out 
of her tender trap until only the fluted head was still lodged inside her. 
She remained that way for a moment, as if suspended in time, staring 
straight down, admiring the contrast between her chocolate thighs and his 
white staff-whitened as if a layer of outer skin had been scraped away by 
her tightness. She smiled, knowing full well what she was going to do to 
herself. Sighing, gasping, almost whimpering and crying, she let her hips 
slowly go down again, once more easing the throbbing head of his pulsating 
penis all the way inside her tense belly. 

"Aaaaaannnnnhhhhhhhh!" she gasped and moaned as once again she felt herself 
thrillingly filled with the impossibly thick and mammoth organ attached to 
Hamid Dimhi. She ground her lovely hips down solidly against the man's 
pulsating loins, anxious to fill herself with every last inch of him, then 
lifted herself up slowly, took a deep breath while hesitating, and then once 
again pounded her vagina full of rampant cock-flesh. 

"Ohhhhhhhh gooood L-o-o-o-orrrrd!" Hamid panted and shuddered, now starting 
to thrust his hips straight up to meet the softness of her sucking cunt, 
letting his groin slam against her tender vaginal lips. He took the moaning 
woman's dark hips in the grip of his powerful hands-hands, each capable of 
holding a basketball upside-down by itself-he began guiding her wild lunges 
above him, forcing her to move up and down all the more quickly, making her 
body speed as if out of control until his penis was charging in and out of 
her bobbing pussy with maddening speed. He looked straight up, into the face 
of the beautiful black Chris, his hungrily anxious and eager eyes taking in 
the way she was responding to the constantly solid thrusts of his driving 
cock. He let his gaze fall hungrily on the jutting sweep of her bouncing 
breasts as the paps continued to dance and bobble and jounce almost crazily 
in time to the wild gyrations she was performing, the swollen black nipples 
swinging in little half-circles again and again. Chris's black eyes were hot 
and burning with arousal and excitement as she continued eagerly fucking 
herself up and down on the man's upthrust member. Her teeth were tightly 
gripping her lower lip and chewing on it, and her lovely head with its short 
afro was thrown back a little as she concentrated on the fleshy organ 
slithering in and out of her well-filled vagina. The male basketball coach 
was well aware of her taut, young black buttocks squeezing solidly around 
the upthrust pike of his pulsating cock and crushing his sperm-swollen 
testicles every time she slammed her luscious hips down against his body. 
Heatedly slick cunt-flesh gripped and nibbled at the man's near-bursting 
penis, and he was more than slightly aware that the lovely woman's wild 
gyrations were going to make him peak very shortly. 

Fortunately for Chris, she was also hanging on the edge of an orgasm. Hamid 
looked at the way her stomach muscles were laddering in and out, sucking in 
suddenly and then staying that way as she abruptly stopped moving, a look of 
stunned astonishment on her face as she realized it was going to happen all 
over again. 

"Sweet Jesus!" she gasped, her voice a thick murmur in the room. "I... 
uhhhhhhh... don't believe it... I'm... uhhhhhh... going to climax again." 
The lovely girl's dark features suddenly twisted with intense pain and 
passion, and with a little preparatory quiver, she totally abandoned herself 
to her orgasm. 

"AAAAYYYAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGG-HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHOHHHAAAUUU-NNNGGGHHHAAARRRRGGGGHHH!i
" she shrieked as she slammed her hips down solidly and frantically, ramming 
the man's bone-solid penile organ into the depths of her tightly convulsing 
cunt. Her squeezing vagina throbbed and thrilled, making her realize how 
much she needed such a huge presence within her to quiet the uncontrollably 
wild need now racing out of control throughout the entire length of her 
helplessly climaxing body. Again and again she lifted her cunt and rammed it 
down against the solid length of the Pakistani's cock, trying her best to 
work it even deeper inside her. 

Hamid was unable to hold out after such a squeezing pressure on his 
throbbing cock. He was well aware of the beautiful Chris's vaginal muscles 
tugging and jerking at his already pulsating penis, and the last of his 
inner self-restraint totally vanished, as the first heated boiling rush of 
what was left of his seminal fluid blasted from the depths of his swollen 
testicles. 

"AAARRRGGGHHHAAAUUUWWW AAAGGGHHH... HHHUUUNNNGGGHHHH... 
GGGHHHAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH! " he yelled as he began pumping burning jets of 
splashing semen into the tightness of Chris's lovely body. The black woman 
hunched her body for-ward, her face half-vacant, half-intent as she tried to 
suck up every drop of her lover's heavy sperm. Thick streams of their 
combined orgasmic fluids gushed out of the tightness where their genitals 
ground together. The man's back was arched up off the bed as he desperately 
thrust into the gripping tightness of the lovely young woman's cunt. His 
harsh gasps intermingled with the sharp, high-pitched whimpers she was 
emitting in a melody of lust, and his strong fingers sank into the velvet of 
her flesh, pulling her down tightly against his spasming loins. 

Finally the Pakistani fell back with a soft moan, his testicles vacuumed dry 
by the lovely woman's hungrily sucking cunt. She continued pressing down 
with her pussy, rubbing her hairs against his pubic bone for a few minutes 
as his penis softened inside her well-fucked vagina, but bit by bit she ran 
out of energy until at last she collapsed and fell for-ward onto his chest. 
Her arms snaked around his neck and the two of them hugged one another very 
tightly. 

"Well, Christine," he said to her. "Now aren't you sorry you didn't agree to 
make love with me much sooner?" 

"You're still a married man," she replied. "I'm only doing this as a 
condition because I lost the game. I'm still looking for games, and I 
suppose if this is the only way I can get them, then this is what I'll have 
to do... at least until my girls begin to play well enough to win so that 
they draw enough crowds at other arenas aside from our home court." 

"You are a foolish girl," Hamid told her. "You should enjoy love for its own 
sake. Does it matter if the man is married? What matters is the kind of 
pleasure the man is able to give to you." 

"The bet's been paid off, Hamid. Whenever you feel you'd like your team to 
play mine again, let me know." 

"It shall be in the not-too-distant-future," he assured her. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

"It's like this, Miss Jackson," the head of the arena was telling her. "Even 
though your team has been bringing in a bit more money lately, each time I 
rent the arena to you I feel I'm losing money because there are men's 
leagues that wish to play here and can offer me more money." 

"How can they offer you more?" Chris asked the short, bald man. 

"They draw much bigger crowds than you do," he told her. "So I get the same 
share of the take, but it's a much bigger take." 

"If I can guarantee you a full house," she asked, "will you let us keep the 
arena at least two nights a week?" 

"Sure." 

"With the right to practice as much as we want during the day?" 

"If you can do that, fine. But I don't see how you're going to guarantee 
it." 

"Most of the men's teams play during the week," Chris said to him. "The men 
like their weekends free. Give us Friday and Saturday nights from now on, 
and let us practice as much as we can during the week before the men take 
the court for their own games." 

"If I don't see a full house next Friday night," he told her, "I'm going to 
have to give the court to the men full time." 

"Fine," Chris nodded, knowing what she was going to have to do. 

Walter Boland was the coach for the Tweezers, the top team in the semipro 
girls' league. Walter Boland was a slob. He was handsome enough, he was even 
single, and he was Cuban on his mother's side, but he treated everyone in 
the world as if they were Fidel Castro. He had even less respect for women, 
except for his mother, of course, who was a saint. But Walter Boland had a 
magic touch. He was able to inspire his women's team as no other manager was 
able, and as a result the Tweezers were solidly in first place. A first 
place team playing in the Eyeshadows' home arena would guarantee a full 
house. 

Boland was a perennial student, even at the age of thirty. He still went to 
college and took a few courses during the day, going to school on the GI 
bill, collecting money as if he were going full time, using it, plus the 
money he earned as a basketball coach to make ends more than meet. 

Chris went to see Boland at his apartment. It was a small apartment in a 
rundown building. Boland was surprised to see her at his front door, but he 
let her in nonetheless. He led her down a long hallway directly into the 
large living room with a kitchenette in the corner. In the other corner of 
the living room was his ratty looking sofa, and a door-way straight ahead 
led to his bathroom and bedroom. 

Boland, himself, was five-feet-eleven inches tall, and didn't really look 
like a basketball player. Yet he seemed to know all there was to know about 
the game. For instance, he knew all the different kinds of trick dribbles, 
and he was proud that even though others saw his girls perform them, they 
were never quite able to perform them, themselves. He had a face that looked 
like the cartoon character, Oil-Can Harry, in a Mighty Mouse cartoon. Even 
his nose was round and red, and he had that slick mustache that made you 
think he would ask for the rent at any moment or throw you out on your ear. 
He was wearing his dressing gown, and from the deodorant soap smell of him 
he had just finished taking a shower. 

"Well, well, well," he snapped. "What can I do for the girl whose team will 
never get out of last place?" 

"You can let us play against your team," she insisted. 

"Now why the hell should I do that?" he asked. "I have a tough enough time 
getting free time while playing against the other six teams in the league. 
You know damn well your team doesn't even belong in this league." 

"Maybe, maybe not, but we're about to lose our arena unless I can guarantee 
a full house on Friday and Saturday night. You know how much coaching a team 
means to you. Well it means the same to me. I need help, and Walter, you're 
the one man I need to help me." 

"Look, Chris, I feel sorry for you, but there isn't a thing I can do. Even 
if my team played yours, they'd cream you, the score wouldn't even be 
close." 

"It might be, if you convinced your girls to make it look like a closer 
game. You have that uncanny ability to make your girls slow down and make 
the other team look good even while beating them. The only reason you do it 
is because your team never loses a game." 

"I'll be honest with you," Boland told her. 

"The other coaches slip me a couple of dollars now and again to do it. You 
can't afford that, and you know it." 

"But I can give you something none of the other coaches can give," Chris 
insisted. "Now if we can come to an agreement, well then, maybe I'll be able 
to give you a sample." 

Chris noticed the swelling in his groin under his robe as his penis began to 
throb very quickly. Walter Boland was many things, but he was not mentally 
slow. 

"You know," he told her, his throat suddenly going dry, "I can get that from 
a lot of my own girls." 

"Can you?" she asked. "Well, maybe you can get some sex from them, but 
Walter, you just can't get me." 

"Yeah, but... " 

He hesitated as she unbuttoned the front of her brown suit jacket she was 
wearing under her woolen coat. She let both, the coat and the jacket fall to 
the floor and she hurriedly peeled off her skirt, then slid off her blouse. 
Now all she had on were her stockings, her panties, and her brassiere. 

"Let's play a game, Walter," she said. "I'll show you mine if you show me 
yours." 

She removed her panties and her brassiere, standing there with her black 
nylons on, held up by a skimpy garter belt. She saw him gape, and his adam's 
apple began bobbing up and down her tawny ebony flesh, taking in the size of 
her huge breasts and her flawlessly dark skin. His eyes continued wildly 
sweeping over her lush body, stopping as he looked at the dark hedge of her 
pelvic mound. 

"There really isn't much more to show, Walter," she told him, sitting on the 
sofa, lifting one leg, and unhooking her stocking, then rolling it down, 
making certain he got a good glimpse of the pink slash between her thighs. 
She did the same with the other leg, then totally naked, leaped to her feet, 
hands on hips, pelvis thrust forward, letting him see the ebony curls 
covering her lovely pelvis. Chris realized she had been taking a chance 
doing this. There was always the possibility Walter would not have been 
interested, and he would have laughed at her. But no! Her gamble had paid 
off. The lovely Negress looked deep into the half-Cuban's twinkling eyes, 
rotating her hips and keeping her pelvis thrust forward, letting him see the 
rich pinkness underneath. 

"That," he finally admitted, "is one helluva gorgeous cunt. Tell me, does it 
do more than pose?" 

"Well I'm glad you like it, Walter," she said to him, smiling. "Yes, it does 
more than pose." 

"You black bitch! You know damn well anyone in the world would love to play 
with a tight box like that. Yeah, I sure like it, all right," he nodded, his 
voice no longer mocking, his haughtiness blown away by the delightfully sexy 
black woman who looked so deliciously fuckable. There was a lot more to 
Christine Jackson than he had supposed. 

As he stared, he saw the juices running in the lovely girl's seething pussy, 
and he had to admit he admired the size and shape of her lovely breasts, as 
well. None of the girls on his team had large breasts. Breasts got in the 
way when playing basketball, so he had always insisted on accepting only 
tall, slender, small-breasted women on his team. The lust shining in her 
shimmering panther-like body was becoming overpowering, and Chris knew she 
had to speak now, or forever lose the edge she had over this man. 

"Would you like to play with my pussy, Walter?" she asked. Had her skin been 
paler, the blush of blood rushing to her cheeks would have been evident. 

Walter hesitated. He damn well wanted to play with her, but wanted to make 
sure she wasn't going to blackmail him, afterward. He walked closer to her 
and with his feet examined the clothing she had thrown on the floor. No 
hidden microphones. Good! He was starting to regain some of his old 
cockiness. He looked at the slope of her ebony shoulders, at the way her 
hair remained up in a small afro, but mostly he looked and saw how tightly 
her vaginal lips were clamped together, as if to let him know she was not a 
female who allowed herself to be used indiscriminately. Her body was a 
magnet pulling him toward her, and he found it impossible to refuse her. 

"My dealings with all the other coaches are kept on the quiet," he told her. 
"I expect that what happens between the two of us will also be kept quiet." 

"Do we have a game, Walter?" 

"Well I was planning to relax this Friday." 

"Fine. I'll just get my clothes together and leave... " 

"No... wait! Okay!" he snapped. "We have a game. The girls won't like it, 
especially when I tell them they're gonna have to make your girls look good, 
but what the hell! We have a game. But you'll keep your mouth shut, huh." 

"Do I look like a fool?" she asked. "I'm not, you know," she told him, 
shaking her head, the movement causing her heavy jugs to jiggle from side to 
side. 

"Okay," he told her. "Let's you and I go into the bedroom," he insisted, 
panting heavily, walking toward her with a slight swagger, trying to regain 
control of the situation between them. 

"Sure, lover!" she nodded, letting her round, naked shoulders shrug a 
little. Nakedly, she accompanied him through the doorway into the bedroom. 
He had the shades drawn and it was dark inside. 

"Want some light?" he asked. 

"Sure, lover," she replied, "Let's both of us look at the quality of the 
goods we're gonna enjoy. 

Walter snapped on the lamp by his large double bed, and the girl sat on the 
edge, feeling goose bumps all over her flesh. She ought to have been used to 
all this by now, but the plain truth was, she wasn't. She supposed this was 
a feeling to which she would never become accustomed. She noticed the big 
bulge under Walter's robe, and reaching out, she tugged the material aside 
very quickly, anxious to see what it was the man possessed. 

His stiff cock instantly jumped out toward her, and she had to admit it was 
a fairly formidable weapon. It lacked the length and breadth of the two men 
she had previously enjoyed, but it was big enough, and just barely avoided 
hitting her in the face as she leaned forward to see the bright red tip with 
the shiny white knob. She knew Walter would be expecting her to comment on 
his penis, so she gasped as if it were the largest one she had ever seen. 
Actually, it was considerably longer than she had expected it to be. For 
some reason she had sincerely believed the penis would be considerably 
smaller. 

"Now how do we handle this?" Boland asked. 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"D'ya want an old-fashioned fucking, or should we indulge in some fancy 
sucking today?" 

He casually reached forward and gripped her cheeks between his hands, seeing 
the red tip of his penis mere inches from her lips. Chris, smelling his 
masculine musk, began trembling with excitement. 

"Well," she said to him, "Whatever you feel will make you happy. Would you 
like me to lay back and let you fit that lovely cock of yours inside my 
cunt? I mean, it is pretty big," she lied, "and we don't even know if it'll 
fit inside me." 

Walter laughed out loud, still holding her cheeks. Aloud, he said, "It'll 
fit, honey. You believe me, it'll fit. But I'm really not in the mood for 
simple fucking today. I expect you'll be wanting to play more than one game 
with my team, and I can always fuck you another time." 

The young black woman pretended to look disappointed. Walter smiled and 
hastened to reassure her. "Don't you worry your pretty black head about it," 
Walter told her. "There're lots of things we can do aside from actual 
fucking. It's just that I fuck so many of the girls on my team, and they 
don't go in for any of the fancier things. If you have any hangups, you tell 
me right now." 

"No hangups," the lovely Chris insisted. 

The beautiful Negress didn't want to let on that this was only her third 
sexual encounter. Sure she knew about things other than fucking, but at the 
moment she had no idea just how far Boland wanted to go. She actually was 
aching to find out how he intended climaxing if not in her pussy. After all, 
even though she had sucked Hamid Dimhi's penis to hardness, he had insisted 
on pushing it into her cunt before peaking. 

Walter Boland tugged off his dressing gown, displaying himself to the lovely 
black woman, expecting her to all but faint with excitement at the sight of 
his naked self. He was lean and wiry, but he did have muscles. Chris decided 
to make him happy by giving him a loud, "Oooooooh!" She stared at the long 
prick and the wrinkled hairy sac containing his nuts that dangled, below. 
Walter Boland had nothing that might be termed out-standing, but in Chris's 
eyes he was adequately constructed. 

"You just leave everything to old Walt," he told her. 

That was when she realized that whatever he intended doing, it was nothing 
of which she should be afraid. 

He kneeled between her widespread chocolate thighs, his own knees on the 
floor as he tugged her ass closer to the edge of the bed. He tossed her legs 
over his shoulders almost casually, as if he had done this so many times 
before, and then he leaned across her pelvis and across the flatness of her 
belly and sucked on of her large black nipples into his greedily hungry 
mouth. 

It was a big nipple, all right. It was thick, spongy and tasty, and he 
chewed on it again and again. 

"Ummmmm!" the beautiful girl began whimpering, thrilling to the exquisite 
bolt of pleasure the man's sucking lips were triggering in her body as he 
sucked her nipples. If he wasn't a paragon of excellence when it came to 
sex, at least he wasn't mediocre, and that was just as important. 

The lovely woman pressed the half-Cuban all the tighter to her bosom, 
locking her fingers behind his head and continually drawing him toward her. 
Walter continued sucking her pulsing nipple with a rapid series of lashing 
tongue swipes, sending even greater waves of delicious pleasure spasming 
through the burning charcoal woman. 

The lovely Chris groaned and shuddered as marvelous sensations automatically 
charged through her two breasts and then cascaded through her body into the 
juicy depths of her vagina. Her clitoris was already extended and throbbing 
heavily because of each swipe of Walter's tongue. His hands were busy in the 
meanwhile, caressing her and tweaking one of her nipples. 

"Um! IIIIIII... love it... " she gasped, sobbing a little with passionate 
arousal. Ohhhhhhhhh Walt err rrr... it's s-o-o-o-o-o good!" 

The half-Cuban stopped sucking her nipple and tweaking the other nipple for 
a moment and he smiled at the writhing, gasping chocolate fox beneath him. 
Then he leaned his head down and kissed both of her hot breasts very 
tenderly, after-? which he kissed his way down her belly, into her 
lint-covered pelvis, moving his mouth toward her cunt. 

Hamid hadn't kissed her vagina, and Chris began to realize just how much she 
missed having it done to her. She was gasping and shuddering, and Walter was 
assuming her reactions were due solely to his ministrations rather than to 
thoughts of things that had happened to her in the past. 

"I don't know if anyone has ever licked your split before," he told her, 
"but you just hold on tight and I'll give you a thrill the like of which 
you've never had before." He was panting huskily into the depths of her 
pretty pink pussy as he breathed all over it. 

The excited and aroused woman merely kept her mouth shut at this point since 
words were superfluous. She watched the man lick with his tongue through her 
hedged pelvis, titillating her flesh, but never quite lapping at her pussy. 
At the same time he reached up and massaged her breasts squeezing their 
boulder-like shapes in time to the way he was lapping, keeping the seething 
contractions coursing through her as he slowly tongue-traveled his way over 
her pelvis and down to her the pink lips just below her vaginal fur. 

"Ohhhhh myyyyyy... yesssssss!" she hissed, sighing, delicious thrills 
running through her seething breasts. 

The heat of his burning breath on her aroused clitoris was another thrilling 
turn-on. The lovely black woman groaned and pressed her body up-ward, 
mashing her breasts into Walter's clutching hands as he continued blowing on 
her tiny, uplifted clitoral pearl. The thrilling flashes of delightful joy 
were flaming through her sopping pussy, searing her womanly cave in time to 
the throbs of lust continually snapping through her swollenly heaving 
breasts and it was all the lovely black woman was able to do to keep from 
climaxing then and there. She had to hold back a little, if only to keep 
Walter from thinking how masterful he was over her. It was one thing to make 
him think he was a great lover, but it was something else for him to think 
he was so great he wanted to gain complete control of her. 

The man was good. There was no doubt of that. He did possess an innate 
talent for making women happy. She knew full well the best was yet to come, 
and she wanted her climax to really be something fantastic, so she fought 
off the building orgasm in her quivering body, knowing the longer she did 
hold it off, the better it would feel when she finally did peak. 

Walter's slurping tongue slipped deep into the depths of her honeyed vagina. 
There was no question as to the man's experience as he clamped his fingers 
tightly over the lovely woman's black, extended nipples, squeezing them and 
crushing them at the same instant he lanced is rough tongue into the 
seethingly heated, juicy depths of her flaming vaginal canal, making her 
tingling clitoris swell and grow and even larger because of his lingual 
digital effort. 

"Aaaaahhhhuuuunnngggghhhh!" she gasped, with thrilled passion oozing from 
every pore. 

The delightful black woman bounced her buttocks up and down as a small 
orgasm finally fired its way through her. Small sprays of cunt juice burst 
out of her, all over Walter Boland's face. She squealed and writhed, humping 
her seething vaginal orifice solidly against the man's anxiously licking 
tongue as he wrung still greater spasms of lust from the depths of her 
contracting vagina. 

"AAAAIIIYYYYAAARRRGGGHHHU! " she gasped, working her buttocks in a maddening 
circle as a continuing series of wild gurgles and gasps came shooting from 
her in yelps that seemed to keep rhythmic pace with her climax. 

The youth tongued from side to side within the depths of her inner labia, 
and when he rubbed the flat of his tongue against her clitoris again, he 
caused the lovely woman to moan even louder. With each passing second Chris 
was gaining more and more respect for Walter as a lover. Her hands reached 
down and gripped his wavy brown hair and she tugged on it as she slammed her 
vagina against his mouth until he had sucked all the delightful, flowing 
juices from her spasming pussy and only a shimmer of colorless vaginal oil 
remained smeared on his upper lip, in addition to the wetness on her own 
vaginal labia. 

"Ohhhhhh man!" the lovely negress moaned almost reverently as the man 
finally tugged his lips away from her spent vagina. He lapped pussy almost 
as well as Sherm Herman. It was one helluva thing to be able to get off that 
way. Walter had made her climax so long and hard it seemed she had been 
blasting right through the ceiling. 

Panting, she closed her eyes and rested for a few moments. When she finally 
opened her eyes, she stared with a certain intensity at Walter who was 
hovering over her, smiling as if he seemed to know everything she was 
feeling. She was well aware it was her turn to do something for him, but she 
had to pretend to a certain naivete, as if letting him lead her on. Men 
always got such a big kick when they thought they were teaching something 
new to a woman. His big, stiff cock was still as arousing as ever, and she 
had an idea how she would be expected to make it spit its creamy contents. 

"Well, what now?" she asked. 

"Now it's my turn to enjoy myself a little," he told her. "We begin by you 
reaching down and grabbing hold of my cock." 

Shrugging, she reached down and took a firm grip on the kneeling man's thick 
penis. It was hot, all right. It was the hottest of the three cocks she had 
known so far. Walter groaned with pleasure as she gripped it. She noticed 
this was one penis that wasn't circumcised, and it had a collar of flesh 
around the head, much like the penises of her brothers. She stroked the 
throbbing length of it up and down, up and down, and gradually became used 
to seeing the red tip thrust itself out of the collar on the downstroke, and 
then hood itself each time she stroked up. The woman was feeling aroused all 
over again, and wondered if Walter, like the other two men, was capable of 
making her climax twice. She still ached to shove the throbbing piece of 
masculine meat into her vaginal tunnel. 

"Uuuuuumpphhh! " Walter gasped. His voice was a soft groan as he warned, 
"Don't pump it anymore, honey... if you do... I'll unnnhhh... shoot all over 
the place." 

Feeling a warning flex in his throbbing penis, Chris stopped just in time. 
She was aware of the huge penis jumping in her hand and there was more than 
a little something in the urgency of Walter's cracking voice that told her 
he was only a few strokes away from firing his seed all over the bed. 

"Well," she asked, still pretending naivete, "just what am I supposed to do 
now, since you said you don't want to fuck me?" Her voice quavered a little. 

"You sound like you're pretty new at this," Walter snapped. 

"I am," she told him. "Two weeks ago I was still virgin." 

"Wow! Practically unused, eh." 

"You got it, you spic honky." 

The man got to his feet and had her sit on the edge of the bed. He made her 
sit all the way forward, his cock bouncing and throbbing to a halt mere 
inches from the pucker of her naturally thick lips. He stepped as close to 
her as possible, letting the tip of his prick brush her warm lips. 

"Open that gorgeous mouth of yours, honey," he told her. "You're gonna suck 
me off. Believe me, it's something you'll really love. I wish the hell I was 
able to get the girls on my team to do this more often. Believe me, if you 
can make me happy with that mouth of yours, I'll play at least one game a 
month with your team." 

So poor Walter didn't get his cock sucked every time he wanted it. That was 
nice to know, because after the way she had sucked on the monstrous dork 
protruding from between Hamid Dimhi's thighs, she was certain she'd be able 
to handle this one with ease. It was thinner than Hamid's, and so it would 
be easy to actually fit it into her throat. Still, she had to act reluctant, 
as if this was going to be the first time she was involved in cocksucking, 
and when he pressed his hands on the back of her head, pulling her face 
forward, she acted as if she didn't want to do it. 

"I thinkggggmmmffff!" she gagged with surprise as Walter hunched forward 
very suddenly, his slender prick pushing past her open lips and into her 
mouth. 

His swollen knob of penile flesh tasted very bland compared to that of 
Hamid. What the hell! There were some women who made their living sucking 
cocks and they loved it. Chris decided she would be able to withstand the 
assault of Walter Boland's bland penis very easily. She clamped her lips 
tightly around the searing cock tip as it rested in her heatedly wet mouth, 
pretending she had no idea what to do next. 

"Lick !!!" Walter commanded. 

So she began licking his huge cock, smiling to herself, deciding to buffet 
the head of his penis with her tongue as he had done to her clitoris. All 
this did was make Walter moan with thrilled delight and the young Negress 
knew she had the knack for making men happy with her own mouth. She swirled 
her tongue faster and faster, basting the jerking phallic spear with her 
warm spit, sensing the tugging fingers of Walter Boland in her hair. She 
moved as his fingers instructed, letting her mouth slide further and further 
onto his steaming cock. Her tongue wound around the staff again and again, 
her lips pulling and slurping, her head bobbing slightly. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Walter gasped. "You got the beat, baby. Just keep on 
sucking me with those lovely lips while you use your tongue on me, as well. 
Whatever you do, use those sensuous lips of yours to cover your teeth." 

That son of a bitch! Even if she was pretending to be naive he didn't have 
to instruct her to be careful with her teeth. She would show him. She 
increased and intensified her sucking, but at the same time she ground her 
teeth ever so lightly against his flesh as if to let him know it pleased her 
to bite his cock a little. 

"Ohhhh... yyyeeeaaahhhh!" Walter Boland gasped. 

Inwardly smiling to herself, pretending that he had brought about a great 
revelation to her when he had taught her to suck his cock, Chris began 
bobbing her lovely head back and forth very rapidly, keeping her lips 
tightly wrapped around his throbbing male organ as it pushed against her 
gullet and then retreated, pushed then retreated. She continued swirling her 
tongue around his throbbing shaft, causing his cock to jump and twitch in 
her grasp. 

"Chrissy! Ohhhhh Chrisssy!" Walter gasped excitedly. "This man is gonna 
shoot his entire wad down that lovely, exciting throat of yours. Use your 
hands to cup my balls, honey. You can feel 'em tighten as I blast off! Suck 
me! Suck me! Suck me until I fire a great load of cum down your throat." 

Heat was building in her loins as she realized the probing of the penis 
against the rear of her tongue, when it tried reaching into her throat, was 
building all kinds of throbbing sensations her. She was going to climax, all 
right, but it was due to the way she was sucking his cock. So even though 
the man was unaware of it, he was going to bring her to a second apex. She 
enjoyed the sight of Walter Boland coming unglued as she continued sucking 
his swollen cock. Her hand squeezed and rubbed his testicles, and she bobbed 
her head faster and faster up and down his throbbing penis, always taking 
the time to suck the head of his cock solidly on the upstroke, licking 
around and around the smooth surface, feeling it swell to the bursting 
point. She held the man's hot testicles tighter, enjoying the feeling of 
their convulsing contractions inside their hairy sac. 

"EEEEE YYY AAIIIGGGGHHHHHNNNNN-GGGGGHHHHAAAAGGGHHH... MAAA-DRE MIIIIIAAA... 
AAAAIIIYYYAAAAA-IIIIAAAAGGGHHHH!" he bellowed, shouting with joy, his 
testicles nearly exploding as his penis gave one shuddering twitch after 
another. The creamy sperm literally exploded into the lovely black woman's 
sucking mouth. 

Not knowing what to do at that point, afraid of letting his cream seep out 
from between her lips for fear he would be insulted, Chris swallowed. His 
spurting juices had a sour taste to them, but it didn't keep her from 
continuing to drink the fluid until she had just emptied his balls. She 
sucked continually, until his penis shrank to near-nothingness, and at the 
same time trembled herself as her own orgasm finally overtook her, the 
spur-ting semen against her tonsils setting her off. 

"UUURRRGGGMMMPPPHHHLLMM!" she gagged, and she swallowed the rest of his 
fluid. 

"Baby, your girls have definitely got a game," he told her. 

CHAPTER SIX 

The game was a rousing success, and even though Chris's team lost, the score 
was not as lop-sided as everyone expected it would be. The arena had been 
jammed to capacity, which pleased the owner mightily, and he told Chris if 
she was able to line up games like that all the time, she would have the use 
of the arena anytime she wanted. 

Having given Walter his jollies ahead of them, she wasn't expected to put 
out again because she lost. It was agreed, however, before he left with the 
Tweezers, that he would confer with her in a month's time for another game. 
Although nothing was said in the presence of the two teams, both Walter and 
Chris knew a conference between the two of them meant he intended balling 
her either the regular way or in her mouth. Fellatio was definitely not a 
bad way to please a man, and Chris, who was becoming more and more used to 
being with men, found herself enjoying it more and more, not even caring who 
the men were. 

The Lipsticks and the Pancakes were the only teams available for the next 
night, Saturday night, and Chris knew neither team would fill the arena. 
Finally she got the bright idea of having a double-header basketball game 
with her girls playing each of the two teams. This once again filled the 
arena, since the fans were getting two games for the price of one. 
Naturally, Chris's team lost both games, the second game by a whopping big 
score, too. 

Both Hamid Dimhi and Sherm Herman decided they were willing to share her 
rather than make her work out her loss on them individually. Since it was 
Herman's idea, the three of them went back to the motel where she had lost 
her virginity to Herman. 

Sherm Herman had brought a bottle, but Hamid said his religion forbade his 
drinking, and Chris wasn't in the mood to drink, anyway. She actually found 
herself looking forward to this session with the two biggest cocks she knew, 
though considering that Walter Boland was the only other cock she knew, that 
wasn't saying very much. 

Sherm Herman took a drink, and Hamid smoked a small black cigarette and by 
that time Her-man was undressed. He was standing nakedly by the bed, his 
erect cock huge and looking even larger than it had looked the first time 
she had been with him. He walked over to Chris with a smile on his face and 
he tugged her blouse out from the blue slacks she was wearing. As he 
unbuttoned her shirt and helped her off with it, Hamid began undressing. 
Herman started rubbing her breasts as Hamid finished removing his clothing, 
his own gigantic cock springing upright to a hard, throbbing life. 

Chris stood perfectly still, not moving as Her-man slid her blue slacks all 
the way down her thighs. She stepped out of them easily enough, beginning to 
get over feeling embarrassed when naked and in the presence of other men. It 
was obvious Herman was going to take charge of this operation, which was 
fine with Hamid, who was never really the domineering type, anyway. 

Herman stepped a little closer to Chris, and she was already able to feel 
the heat coming from his body. He reached out to her and wrapped his arms 
around her very lightly, caressing her while Hamid did the same thing to the 
lovely black woman from the rear. Chris was able to feel the heads of two 
penises simultaneously nudging her. Instinctively, she reached down with her 
right hand and began caressing Herman's balls. 

The two penises were immense, and she had to admit, even seeing them 
together it was difficult to determine which was the larger of the two. 
Hamid, behind her, was reaching around in front and playing with her large 
breasts, his cock rubbing against her ass, while Herman pushed his hand 
gently between their bodies so he was able to gently tease and tantalize the 
lovely lady's pussy, running a finger up and down inside her seething slash. 

Because she was looking at Herman, the idea of feeling his throbbing penis 
inside her excited the lovely black girl, and for the moment she completely 
forgot about Hamid. When she began breathing heavily, Herman stepped away 
and very gently made her lie down on the bed. He and Hamid took one 
volleyball-sized breast apiece, sucking and rubbing. The woman began arching 
her shuddering spine upward as she began sighing and gasping. 

Chris quivered as she felt teeth biting into her nipples. Herman's hand went 
down over her trembling belly to her downy soft pubic hairs. The man gently 
began to rub her tender pussy while the beautiful woman began squirming, her 
vagina filling with heavy lubrication. Hands and mouths were all over her, 
wildly assaulting her shuddering body with a relentless force that was 
getting hotter and hotter. 

Hamid took his mouth from her quivering right breast so he was able to begin 
kissing her, ramming his tongue into the seething depths of her mouth. 

At the same time, Herman began pushing his finger into her seething pussy, 
and soon he had the lovely young lady wiggling her buttocks all around as 
her clitoris rose from its frenulum with pulsating pleasure. 

Chris wrapped her loving arms very tightly around Hamid's neck and clung to 
him as tightly as she was able, their wide-open mouths solidly grinding 
together. Eventually she had to break away so she was able to catch her 
breath. Mean-while, Herman continued to suck on one of her swollen breasts 
while his finger continued probing in and out of her seething cunt at the 
same time. He was obviously a professional lover in spite of his slight 
paunchiness, and having made love to him, was well aware he was just as good 
a cocksman as Hamid. 

"Hey, okay with you if I go first?" Herman asked Hamid, lifting his mouth 
from the black woman's throbbing breast. 

"Be my guest," Hamid replied. 

He hurriedly scooted down on the large bed, placing his head between the 
lovely dark woman's spread thighs. He lapped at her inner thighs for a short 
while before mashing his lips against her labia, his tongue slithering 
through her slash, and into the narrow vestibule beyond. 

Hamid continued playing with her breasts, rubbing them, covering them with 
wet, tonguing kisses, sucking each of her nipples while Herman lustily 
lapped her seething pussy. The heavier man dug his fingers into her 
asscheeks, lifting her buttocks a little off the bed. He ran his tongue up 
and down the entire length of her anxious slit, and then thrust it into her 
seething womanly nook again. 

Chris felt seethingly hot flashes explode all over her shuddering body as 
Herman's tongue probed, licking through every seething part of her tender 
vagina the oral organ was able to reach. At the same time Hamid continued to 
rub her breasts and her belly. Chris reached out and tugged at his pulsating 
penis, the desire in her to fuck becoming more and more intense to the point 
where it was fast becoming painful. She panted faster and faster as the 
teeth of Herman's nibbling mouth found her outstanding clitoris and began 
hungrily nibbling on the ultra-sensitive nub of tantalizing flesh. 

When it came to lapping her cunt there was no one like Sherm Herman, The man 
was undisputed master of pussy eating. 

The hungrily nibbling chubby man poured on his mouth, and at the same time 
began exploring her rectum with the tip of his middle finger. He didn't 
probe into it, but merely rubbed against it as if he intended giving her a 
taste of what was yet to come. He continued sucking, but not for long, 
because Chris suddenly found herself climaxing violently, gasping, 
"AAAIIIIEEEAAAAGGHHHHUUU-NNNNGGGHHHAAARRRGGGGHHH! " as she bucked 
uncontrollably, slamming her vagina solidly into the man's hungry mouth, her 
vagina exploding with the richness of her colorless oils. The man hungrily 
slurped it out of her, smearing his lips all over her shuddering labia, and 
instead of the orgasm being the end of things, Chris realized it was the 
start of delightful things yet to happen. When Herman took his mouth away, 
licking his lips, it was obvious how much he was enjoying the taste of her 
womanly juices. 

"Go on, go on," he said to Hamid. "Don't waste time now." 

The lovely Negress was moaning long and loud now, her voice deep in her 
chest when she was aware of yet another, different mouth suddenly gluing 
itself to her seething pussy. It was a mouth she had kissed before, but the 
mouth had never sucked her cunt. Her moans automatically became louder. 
Meanwhile. Herman worked on her body with his fingertips, teasing her, 
exciting her, arousing her to new, exalted heights the likes of which she 
had never reached before. 

Feeling in a competitive mood, Hamid lapped furiously, sucking as strongly 
as he was able, his nibbling teeth sending flashes of thrillingly delicious, 
exciting, pleasure swimming madly through the depths of Christine's pussy. 
Herman moved closer so that Chris was able to reach down and grab his stolid 
cock, running her fingertips up and down the enormous length of the organ. 

"Think of it, soon all that is gonna be inside you, honey, filling you up," 
he whispered in her ear. "Oh my God! My God! Fuck me! I want to feel every 
inch of it inside me!" 

Hamid held onto Chris's hips as the lovely black woman flip-flopped this way 
and that, like a poor fish out of water. She felt Herman's testicles, really 
huge things, filled with burning semen, all of which would shortly be hers. 
Hamid, unlike Herman, didn't merely touch her asshole. He probed into it 
with his forefinger, causing her to instantly lift her pelvis skyward. 

Herman shook her firm breasts as she continued pulling and yanking on his 
penis, amazed, as always, at its thickness. Then the chunky man kissed her, 
his tongue probing into her mouth and dueling with hers. The lovely woman 
breathed through widely flared nostrils as she continued to violently gyrate 
her vagina around and around, Hamid's finger still buried in her rectum, his 
forefinger stretching the tightness of her anus, widening the narrow opening 
even more. 

His heavy tongue slithered in and out of her steaming tunnel dredging out 
more of her liquid. At the same time his nostrils deeply inhaled the strong, 
musky feminine aroma he loved so very much. Then he took his finger out of 
her anus and his tongue from the depths of her creaming vagina. 

At that point the lovely female broke away from Herman, her inner thighs 
soaked with her own oils, her body clamoring beyond control for a good cock. 

"How about it, Christine?" Hamid asked. "Do you believe yourself to be 
ready?" 

"Oh hell, yes!" she gasped. 

"Hold on, hold on," Herman insisted. "Before we get down to solid fucking we 
have to continue sucking for awhile. Otherwise the fucking is no good. Get 
me?" 

Hamid understood immediately that Herman's concern was for Chris and her 
ability to take their penises. He was a good man, this Sherm Herman. 

Chris sat up on the bed and swung her legs over the side to better balance 
herself. Her heart was pounding strongly under the weight of her left teat. 
Hamid was closest to her, having stood when she sat up, and she drew him to 
her, swirling her tongue around the thick head of his throbbing penis, her 
hands running up and down his thighs before finally coming to rest on his 
testicles, cares-sing them, squeezing them gently. 

Chris began sucking strongly, bobbing her head back and forth, afraid to 
take such thickness into her gullet. Herman decided to take-a little 
breather and went and poured himself another drink from his bottle. He used 
a sterile glass he found in the bathroom. He had seen some hot women in his 
time, but he knew this had to be the hottest cunt he had ever come across. 
He was more than grateful for this second chance to get to her, even if he 
had to share her with Hamid. Hell! He would have taken her on if there had 
been ten other guys present. 

By the time he got back to the bed, he was aflame from the sight of Chris 
continually moving her mouth back and forth along three-quarters of the 
length of Hamid's pulsating penis. He crawled up on the bed behind her, not 
able to decide whether he wanted her breasts or her vagina. Finally he opted 
for the latter. 

He sat beside Chris and slid two fingers into her narrow womanly opening, 
delving deep inside her. His fingers continued moving, reaming in an out, 
making her slide her head faster and faster on Hamid's skin flute. She 
moaned and gasped through closed lips as her pussy was teased and excited by 
Herman's working fingers which were buried inside her as far as they were 
able to go from that angle. To make things easier for Herman, she moved so 
that she was kneeling on the bed. He had to pull his fingers from the depths 
of her sucking quim for the moment, but slid them right back into her cunt 
from the rear. In addition, he was able to reach for her dangling breasts 
with his free hand and tantalize them, as well. He pinched her nipples, 
squeezing and tugging on them, and Chris felt more thrilled than ever. The 
hard cock filling her mouth aroused her as never before, too. She never 
realized how delightfully thrilling it was to suck on a penis simply for the 
sake of sucking. What was more, it was obvious there was more to come. 

Herman stopped playing with Chris, and after awhile he motioned for Hamid to 
step back. The latter did so. Chris's eyes turned and looked at the huge 
penis between Herman's thighs and saw his penis moving in as he got to his 
feet in front of her. She reached out with her tongue and gave it a few 
tentative licks on the head, thrilling to the smoother texture of the skin. 
This was another first for her-the sucking of Herman's penis. She looked 
forward to feeling both penises buried in her pussy before the evening was 
over. 

Chris ran her tongue all the way down the sensitive underside of Herman's 
considerably long penis, moving right to his throbbing, jumping testicles, 
remembering what he had said about her having to suck well before she was 
fucked by either of them. She forced her tongue to stick out as far as 
possible, and then began to languidly balance his testicles, one at a time, 
feeling the texture of the hairy skin, as well as sensing the way they moved 
around inside their container. 

Then she licked his throbbing cock up and down, up and down before daring to 
open her mouth. Her jaw muscles strained as she very slowly took inch after 
inch of solid, masculine cock into her mouth. God! It was as thick as 
Hamid's, and when it pressed against her esophagus, she thought she would 
choke. 

"Do a good job there, kid," Herman encouraged. 

Hamid had to admit he admired Herman's patient technique, and he took over 
where the heavier man had left off. He shoved two fingers into Chris's pussy 
from the rear. 

Chris took a deep breath, then forced her gullet to relax. This allowed her 
to take the massive organ all the way into her pharynx. Her head remained 
perfectly still, and Herman was now fucking her mouth, pumping his throbbing 
cock in and out, in and out. He held her head in place as Hamid continued 
fingering her dripping pussy. The fit of his cock in her mouth was so tight, 
there was no way for Chris to close her lips and tighten them around the 
thick organ. 

Chris was aflame with burning lust. All she was able to think of was the 
hard cock in her mouth. His free hand traveled all over her trembling body, 
stimulating her everywhere. Her vagina was gushing with all kinds of heavy 
inner oils, but Herman was moving very carefully, knowing one' wrong twist 
of his cock would strangle her. Never-the-less, he insisted she swallow 
every last inch of it on every forward thrust. 

Chris breathed through widely flared nostrils as she tightly clung to 
Herman's thighs for balance. Then he stepped back, pulling his huge penis 
from her throat and mouth, and the lovely woman sucked in air as hard and as 
fast as she was able. 

"Okay!" Herman said to them. "Time to get down to why we came here in the 
first place." 

Hamid sat on the bed, waiting for his cue, and the lovely black Christine 
lay on her back in the middle of the bed with her thighs widely spread. The 
head of Herman's throbbing penis was now poised at the entrance to her 
vagina as the heavy man hovered over her. Gripping the organ with his fist, 
he ran the head up and down the length of her seething slit. 

"Have a heart, man!" Chris gasped. "Stop teasing me and get on with it, or 
I'll go out of my skull." 

Herman smiled, then shoved, and the head of his pulsating penis pushed 
itself just past her inner pussylips, making the lovely chocolate-skinned 
woman more aware than ever of its size. Herman just kept on going, 
stretching the walls of her tender canal. She closed her eyes, wondering if 
on this, the third time she was experiencing congress with a man, she would 
feel any kind of pain because she was being stretched. She was loose, but 
ready to tighten up the instant she felt some pain, and because she had her 
inner muscles relaxed, there was no pain whatsoever. It was a super cock all 
right, and when Herman finally got it buried all the way inside her, the 
lovely Negress wrapped her thighs tightly around his waist and began 
wiggling her buttocks around, enjoying the feel of it in there. All the time 
this was happening, Hamid waited patiently. He had a surprise for the lovely 
woman. He had brought a dildo along with him, basically because he hadn't 
believed he would be sharing her with Herman, and he wanted her to get a 
thrill from a dual fucking. 

Herman slid his prick out of her and began fucking her, moving the organ 
slowly but easily, well aware if was very possible to hurt her with his 
instrument. But the one thing he had no intention of causing was pain, 
because he wanted to enjoy Chris again and again. Chris matched his cadent 
rhythm, quickly getting used to the size of his throbbing cock. Now he 
slowly began picking up speed until he had the lovely black woman bucking 
back to him. She moved faster and faster, and then her second orgasm of the 
evening was there. 

"AAIIYYAAGGHHAARRGGHHHUUU... HHURRGGHAAUUNNGGHH!" she screamed, her body 
hurling itself every which way in a series of uncontrollable paroxysms. 

Every time Herman slammed his cock into her, his hairy pelvis rubbed solidly 
against her clitoris, and this enhanced her thrilling pleasure all the more. 
Herman pushed the palms of his hands into the mattress, lifting himself up, 
leaving a space between himself and the black woman, and Hamid was quick to 
take advantage of it, pushing his face between them and sucking on the 
girl's budded nipples. She reached down with her hands and ran them through 
Hamid's long, black strings of hair. 

Chris's loud moans and groans filled the room, exciting the two men all the 
more. Herman picked up the pace and began punching his throbbing cock 
solidly into her cunt even though she had climaxed, making the beautiful 
woman twist her head this way and that, spinning from side to side as she 
felt the approach of yet another orgasm. The head of Herman's throbbing 
penis continued to batter itself against the far wall of the lovely woman's 
seething pussy as she held onto his arms, muscled and covered with a thin 
layer of fat, while he kept right on rhythmically stroking his cock into 
her. 

Hamid pulled his head from her breasts, moved to her head, then probed into 
her ear with his tongue before kissing her on the mouth, mashing his hungry 
lips against hers. Chris began hungrily sucking at his tongue, her own 
lingual organ thrusting forward to do battle with his as she continued 
bucking and slamming her vagina upward, the head of Herman's pulsing cock 
digging into the depths of her feminine pocket every time he entered her. 

The next orgasm was so overpowering, Chris had to pull her mouth from 
Hamid's. 

"HHAAYYAAGGHHUNNGGHHH... UURGGHAANNGHAARRGGHHH! " she bellowed as she 
peaked. She felt as if she had rocketed into outer space, moving higher and 
higher until there was no longer an up or a down. She was floating in 
darkness, her body totally and completely out of control. Her body 
constantly contorted and Hamid, who always admired the professional handling 
of a woman, had to admit. Sherm Herman was an expert. 

Herman dug his toes into the bedsheets for added leverage, and he continued 
solidly hammering away into the depths of the lovely lady's seething pussy. 
She continued wriggling, her body a constantly changing form of contortion 
as heavy oil continually flowed through the length of her womanly canal. 

She was aware of Herman's thrusting cock seemingly everywhere in her body at 
once, and she had to admit, not even after he had taken her virginity had he 
made her feel this good. It was a solid organ in every respect, and it made 
her feel really good. 

Hamid went into the bathroom and sat on the closed john, temporarily feeling 
a little left out of things. His turn would come. He simply relaxed for a 
little while and smoked another black cigarette. 

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" he heard the voice of Chris groaning from the room. 

One orgasm seemed to follow another as Her-man continued solidly pouring it 
on. He fucked the blistering daylights out of her. His fulcrum slapped 
solidly into hers and she loved every last inch and every final thrust. She 
was reveling in her series of orgasms which seemed to pour forth in a 
never-ending stream from her vagina. 

"MORE! MORE! MORE!" she begged. "Give it to me! Give it to me!" she was 
loudly gasping. 

She raked the length of his arms with her finger-tips, leaving long, angry 
red welts behind, but not breaking the skin. Herman put on another burst of 
speed, and that sent the lovely lady through another orgasmic tizzy. She 
opened her mouth to gasp but no sound came out of her. Hamid dropped his 
cigarette into the toilet and hurried into the room in time to see Herman 
slacken his pace. Both crotches were soaked with the oils from her orgasms, 
and the reeking smell of sex permeated the air. 

Christine's full breasts rose and fell with great rapidity as the pumping 
Herman slowly ground to a halt. He pulled his still-stiff cock out of her 
and the climax-tired Chris instantly pounced on it, licking the rich head 
clean of her oily fluids. 

"It felt so good inside me," she gasped. "How come you didn't reach a 
climax, yourself?" she asked. 

"Because I have something else in mind," he told her. 

He went to the dresser and opened a small package he had brought with him, 
taking out a jar of lubricant he had purchased at the drugstore. 

"Is that vaseline?" she asked. 

"Setter than vaseline," he assured her. "What professional proctologists use 
when proctoscoping someone." He rolled her over into her belly, dipped two 
fingers into the jar, and began pushing them into her narrow rectum. Then he 
did the same thing with his penis. 

"Please," she gasped. "That penis of yours up my ass might really hurt me." 

"Hell!" he laughed. "If my own asshole can take a proctoscope, which is 
twice as thick as my cock, there's no reason why your ass can't take my 
cock, honey." 

He lifted her up to her knees, then spread the cheeks of her lovely ass 
apart and the head of his cock pressed against her narrow asshole. Then he 
began pushing it into her. There was some pain, but the pain was instantly 
overwhelmed by thrills as the man's cock began slowly pushing its way into 
her. She felt his cock slide in, in, in, right to her colon, and wondered if 
it was going to go all the way to her belly. 

The vaseline-like lubricant helped a lot, and Her-man was very gentle, 
fucking into her ass. When he finally had it pushed all the way inside her, 
making certain she wasn't in any pain, he began fucking it in and out of 
her, moving it back and forth, back and forth. Chris dug her fingers into 
the sheets and tightly clamped her eyes shut. 

"Honey, you're gonna get the best fucking you ever had in your life," Herman 
told her. 

"It can't get any better." 

Then she realized, his cock, rubbing in her rec-turn, was touching another 
network of nerves, probably interconnected to the nerves in her vagina, 
clitoris, and throat, because she was climaxing again. 

"AAAYYAAIIIGGGHHH AARRGGHHH... HHUNNGHHAAUWWAARRGGHH!" she bellowed. 

Hamid was getting impatient, wondering when his own turn would come. Still, 
he waited. 

Herman lunged in and out of her again and again, continually stabbing his 
cock into the depths of her asshole with his huge, oversized cock. From the 
corner of her eye, Chris saw Hamid standing near the bed, and reaching out 
she grabbed his throbbing erection. 

"Sherm!" she gasped. "Can Hamid fuck me, too?" 

Herman rolled onto his side, keeping his cock buried in the depths of the 
lovely woman's ass, and then he had her on top of him as he lay on his back. 
He gripped her breasts from behind her, feeling her delightfully luscious 
black flesh. She stopped bouncing up and down on Herman so Hamid would be 
able to maneuver himself into position. 

Reaching between her thighs, the energetic lady guided the head of the 
throbbing prick to the madly pulsating entrance of her vagina, already raw 
from having been so thoroughly fucked by Her-man. Hamid was careful, because 
Herman's cock in her ass made her vaginal tunnel even narrower. He pushed 
his penis very, very slowly into her, eventually filling the tunnel with his 
throbbing cock. He kept his weight on his palms, not wanting to crush her 
between the two of them. 

Christine was literally filled to overflowing with penises. She was tightly 
sandwiched between the two of them. Thrills washed over her shuddering torso 
and she began moving around between the two of them, wiggling her buttocks 
backward and forward, indicating to the two men she wanted to be fucked by 
the both of them at the same time. 

Hamid began plunging his penis in and out of her tight body at a relatively 
slow pace. The beautiful black woman was panting, breathing heavily. She had 
been excited by each of these men separately, but to have the two of them 
fucking into her together was really something spectacular. All of the 
animal aspects of sex came to the surface from within her, dominating her. 
Her pussy ruled the rest of her thrilled body as the two penises filled and 
refilled her again and again, edging her closer and closer to a 
super-spectacular orgasm. 

Herman's hands were busy working on the lovely young woman's breasts. His 
hard cock was buried to the hairy hilt in her tightly squeezing asshole, 
made even tighter by the pressure of Hamid's cock in her vagina. He kept it 
buried there, not moving it, preferring instead to simply lie there quietly, 
covering the lovely Chris's neck with a series of hotly burning kisses. 

"Oh dear heaven!" she gasped. "I can't believe there's so much sensation in 
a single human body." 

Hamid began picking up the pace, pounding into her all the more solidly. The 
lovely Negress wrapped one leg around Hamid's left thigh. She ran her hands 
up and down his sides, hungrily kissing his lips, her tongue lapping at and 
touching his. All the while Hamid continued wildly lunging in and out of 
her, shoving his throbbing cock into her as if he had suddenly gone into 
competition with Herman. 

Hamid was really digging his cock into the lovely girl. Her pussy was 
tighter than ever, but gushy and heavy with her own secretions. She began 
using her vaginal muscles, squeezing, tightening, pulling, crushing, 
clamping down on the man's throbbing cock, making it that much more exciting 
for him. Her gasps and whimperings added a great deal to the Pakistani's 
enjoyment. 

For perhaps the first time in her life Chris realized she was in her true 
element. Sex had become a very necessary part of her life, and what little 
she knew of it was excellent. She adored penises, and the bigger and thicker 
they were, the better. She discovered the more she had, the more she wanted. 
There never seemed to be enough for her. 

"Oh yes, yes, yes, it's so good," she gasped out, digging her fingers into 
Hamid's shoulders. 

The Pakistani was fucking with his fabulous efficiency, although there was 
no doubt he was more involved at the moment than he had ever been before in 
his life. This was probably due to the presence of Sherm Herman, who was 
enjoying a woman with him and therefore able to appreciate her as much as 
he. 

Chris began digging her heels into the mattress, lifting her body up and 
banging it into Hamid. Herman took this as his cue to get in on the action 
and he dug his own heels into the bed and began fucking in tandem with 
Hamid. 

Chris felt a throbbing penis fill her vagina, and when that one withdrew, 
preparing to thrust in again, there was another thrilling penis clogging her 
anus. She moved her body forward and back, shuttling her body up and down, 
taking the initiative. 

In the beginning there was a definite uniqueness about having two throbbing 
penises filling her at the same time, and, to a certain extent it had 
inhibited her more than a little, but now her true inner nature was coming 
to the surface. At first she had been relatively quiet, but now she was 
becoming much more active and demanding. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she pantingly insisted. 

It sounded like a command to the two men, and both of them vibrantly 
responded. Herman withdrew his pulsing cock and then violently cram-med it 
right back into her asshole. There was an overpowering thrill that added to 
Chris's delighted pleasures. She felt the two penises rubbing against one 
another, separated by a single thin veil of elastic flesh. 

Her body was rocked forward and backward as both, Herman and Hamid continued 
pounding away inside her. Herman kept his strong hands on her rounded hips, 
pushing her upward into Hamid's downthrusting penis, and then pulling her 
backward onto his own cock. 

"I'm... uuhhhhhhh... going to... ohhhh... " she gasped. 

The two men, Hamid and Herman began pouring on the speed, both of them 
violently thrusting in and out of her. 

"AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGGHHAARRGGH... AAUGGHHWWARRGGHUUNNGH!" she bellowed. "MY GOD! 
IT FEELS LIKE YOU'RE TEARING IT OUT OF MEEEE she shrieked, completely beside 
herself as her thrilling interior soared to new, heretofore unknown heights. 
What she didn't know was that Herman's mind was on a par with her own. 

Her vagina violently overflowed and a steady trickle of colorless oil ran 
down the lower curve of her rounded buttocks, adding to the already 
considerable stain on the sheets. 

She continued to thrash wildly as both penises pummeled her vagina 
mercilessly. Hamid sucked on one of her nipples, very gently nibbling the 
erected nubbin of flesh, causing her chest to fill with thrilled pleasure. 

The girl fought for her breath, panting heavily. Cock was everywhere, and 
cock was king as far as she was concerned. Using his strength, he gripped 
Chris by the hips and began tugging her down all the more solidly. He lay 
there with their two bodies on top of his while Hamid continued pummeling 
and stabbing her cunt with his driving cock. Chris spreadeagled her body as 
wide as possible, legs spread far apart, arms stretched out as if she were 
being crucified. 

Her full breasts rolled from side to side on her chest as she surrendered 
herself completely. The fucking Hamid began wondering how it was possible 
for Herman to continue breathing with all this weight on top of him, the 
thought flashing through his brain as Chris began rotating her pelvis as 
much as she was able. 

The head of Herman's cock reached deeper and deeper into her colon, as if 
trying to find the opening to her small intestine. The pounding Hamid 
continued fucking at a regulated and steady pace making Chris feel as if she 
were constantly attaining one kind of an orgasm or other. 

Her entire inner body felt as if it were continually spasming. She felt 
dizzy and lightheaded, and the power of the orgasms inside her had left her 
completely numb. 

Unable to take the weight any longer, Herman slipped his cock out of Chris's 
asshole. 

"Ohhhh n-o-o-o-o-o... " she gasped, "I want to feel it in there." 

"Okay if I borrow your toy?" Herman asked Hamid, pointing to the dildo on 
the dresser. 

"Be my guest," Hamid told him. 

Herman coated the dildo with the lubricant he had brought, then he turned 
Chris on her side a little and slowly but surely fitted the dildo into her 
rectum. When she rolled back onto her back, Hamid continued pounding away 
inside her. 

"Hey kiddo," Herman said to Chris. "Okay if I shoot in your mouth?" 

"Uh huh! Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped. 

Herman made it easy for her, lying sideways on the bed near her head, 
letting her turn her face toward him. She licked the head of his cock, not 
even thinking that it had been in her rectum, since she knew she was clean 
in there. Then she opened her mouth and took three quarters of his massive 
penis into the dark, warm cavern that was her mouth. 

Chris sucked hungrily on his cock, eager to taste his sperm and compare it 
to the sour flavor of Walter Roland's sperm. As she sucked, Hamid, who knew 
it was a battery powered dildo, reached down and turned it on, and a low 
vibration began building in Christine's shuddering rectum. 

Hamid increased the speed at which he was fucking into her, moving hard and 
fast. Every hole in her body was filled with a cock, and two-thirds of them 
were real penises. She had no idea all this would be so thrilling, and 
wondered what more there was for her to learn. The intensity of her 
experiences continued to crescendo upward until she got to the point where 
she was anxiously pulling Herman's throbbing cock down her throat, her hands 
on his testicles doing everything possible to make the balls release their 
precious liquid. 

Yet it was Hamid, fucking into her vagina, who came first. Like a marathon 
man, he began dashing the last hundred yards very quickly, his balls now 
numb as he headed for the finish line. Chris continued running the flat of 
her tongue up and down the length of Herman's cock and squirmed frantically 
when she felt Hamid's hot sauce hit the inner recesses of her steaming 
vagina. 

"AARRGGHHUUNNGGHHANNG GHHGHHARGHHAAUUWWAGGHHH!" he bellowed. Then his 
throbbing testicles salvoed into her with heavy repeated blasts until he was 
finished. He pulled his dripping cock from her vagina and fell to the side 
of the bed, panting, all out of breath and strength. 

Herman continued mouth-fucking the lovely black woman, her wide nostrils 
flaring all the more widely as she strained to pull air into her lungs. Her 
pussy was sopping wet, the hairs soaked and glistening, as were her inner 
thighs. She had never had so many intense orgasms in her entire life. 

Hamid gasped and his head reeled as he lay there. This was indeed a night he 
would remember. 

Herman sank his penis ever deeper into her, feeling greater pleasure with 
each passing moment, and now he knew he was going to hit the top of the 
world. 

"EEYYEEAARRGGHHUNNGGHH!" he bellowed, and sperm streamed into the lovely 
lady's mouth. She let it roll around over and under her tongue, tasting it, 
noting it had a sweetish taste to it, then swallowed it just in time to 
receive the next blast. What happened from then on, for the rest of the 
night was a complete blur to her. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Perhaps the least interesting of the rival coaches was Howard Rovnek, who 
managed the Hairsprays. Rovnek looked like a tough man, with a beard that 
needed shaving at least three times a day, curly hair, a satanic face, and a 
whining voice. Rovnek managed the second place team, and everyone was 
surprised his team was in second place because he had never been considered 
that good a manager. 

When word got around concerning Christine's agreement with the other 
managers in the league, Rovnek wanted to get a piece of the beautiful 
girl's, as well. So he walked over to the arena where Chris's girls were 
playing, and in his whining tone, with a fiendish smile on his face, he 
said, "I'm interested in setting up a game with your girls, Chris." 

One look at Rovnek was enough to turn the poor woman's stomach, but she knew 
she had to play as many teams as possible if she was going to keep the arena 
for her girls on the Weekend nights. 

"All right, Howard," she sighed, leading him off into a corner. "How about 
this Saturday evening?" 

"That sounds like a good evening," he wheedled. "I'll have my girls here at 
that time." 

"By the way," she told him. "You are acquainted with the managerial rules." 

"That's why I'm offering to play you," he nodded. 

"Fine, but if we win, then you get nothing from me." 

"How can you expect to win?" he laughed. 

Chris didn't know. She was hoping for a miracle. 

"Don't worry," Rovnek assured her. "I'm a gentleman, and you won't be 
disappointed in me." 

"One thing, Howard," she insisted. "If we do, by some miracle beat you, I 
want a return match on your own home court in the middle of the week with no 
penalties if I lose." 

"Hmmmmm! I don't see why that can't be arranged. However, I think you will 
lose, Chris. Your girls just aren't semi-pro caliber." 

"Time will tell," Chris told him, walking away. When Howard Rovnek left, a 
slim, medium-tall light-skinned black man who had been sitting in the stands 
watching, walked over to Chris, and said, "Y'know, Chris, you're bargaining 
with the wrong people. You've been setting up agreements with the managers 
in case you lose games. We know all about it. Now if you and I can come to 
an agreement, who knows, your team might actually start winning games." 

The man talking was Vernon Lincoln, the head referee at all basketball games 
played in the arena. He had almost light skin, wore glasses, spoke in a 
soft, reassuring manner, and was extremely good-looking. 

"What are you suggesting, brother?" she asked. "What I'm suggesting has 
nothing to do with brothers and sisters," Vernon told her. "I've never had 
the courage to approach you until now, Chris, and you might well tell me to 
go fly a kite, but I figured I had to speak to you." 

"So speak," she invited. 

"I've seen your girls play. They aren't the world's best, but they're not 
the dogs all the other teams make them out to be. With a couple of de-cent 
breaks you might end up actually beating any of the other teams." 

"Breaks are a matter of luck," Chris told him. "Where this game is 
concerned, mine has been all bad." 

"Well I can change a good part of your luck," he told her. "Sooner or later 
you're bound to get some good players and you won't even need me. But until 
that time, all I have to do is call an extra foul on the other team, or not 
see a foul by one of your girls. It wouldn't happen too often, you 
understand. I'd have to make the win look legit. But I can do it." 

"Of course you want something in exchange." 

"You," he said very simply. "I can't see you giving yourself away to all 
those lousy honkies when I've been hot for you all this time. Just give me a 
chance to prove what I can do for you." 

"I will, Vernon," she said to him. "You can prove it this Friday and this 
Saturday." 

"Why two nights?" he asked. "All you ask for is a game from the other 
coaches. One lousy game, and if they win, you give 'em what they want." 

"Well we do occasionally win," she told him. "If we win once, it might be 
legit. If we win twice in a row, then I'll know you're playing on my side. 
Now Friday night we're playing the Highlights, the Number Six team in the 
league. Saturday night its the Hairsprays, the Number Two team. Let's see if 
we win." 

What seemed like a miracle occurred that weekend. What was more, Vernon 
Lincoln was so good at his job, the opposition teams protested minimally 
whenever he called foul. It was amazing, but not only did they swamp the 
Highlights, but on Saturday night the Eyeshadows actually whomped the 
Hairsprays, the Number Two team in the league, handing them their first 
defeat by a team other than the Tweezers. 

"Two games in a row!" Selma, the six-foot-three center on the team squealed 
as the girls hurried into the shower room on Saturday night. "Maybe we're 
starting to jell as a team, after all. Oh boy! We're going to be good from 
now on. Just bring on those Tweezers." 

Only Christine knew what had really happened. Vernon Lincoln had kept his 
word. Now it would be up to her to keep hers. Funny, but she felt jittery. 
She actually felt jittery. In all the time she had been messing around, this 
was going to be her first experience with a "brother," though her feelings 
toward him were far from sisterly. 

When all the other girls had gone home, she met Vernon in the arena hallway. 

"Well," she admitted. "You did it. Where would you like to go? I always keep 
my promises." 

"Sure you do," Vernon nodded. "But I'm curious, just how much do you really 
want to do this?" 

"Would you believe, more than I've ever wanted to be with a man in my life?" 

"Are you sure?" he asked. 

"I'm positive." 

"Are you busy tomorrow?" 

"No, why?" she wanted to know. 

"Suppose we just go away to a little cabin I know of not far from here. We 
can come back tomorrow evening, or even Monday morning." 

"I think that sounds wonderful," Chris told him, once again feeling blood 
rushing to her cheeks. 

Vernon got into his car and followed Chris to her house where she parked her 
own car. Then she went inside the building, up to her own apartment, and 
there packed some things in an overnight kit, and came down to the waiting 
Vernon Lincoln. She got into his old Ford, and he headed she knew-not-where. 
There weren't any mountains near Chicago, but he found a small suburb in a 
hurry that hadn't been too-well-developed. The houses were spotty, and were 
sometimes more than a mile apart. About forty minutes after they had left 
her apartment building, he pulled up in front of a one-story cabin. It would 
have been a ranch style place save for the fact that it was too small to be 
called a ranch. True, it had a lot of land around, but the cabin itself was 
very tiny, and though the outer motif was log cabin, the logs were phony. 

They went inside, and Vernon turned on a small lamp, letting Chris look 
around. Sure enough, it was a one-room affair save for the bathroom. In the 
far right comer there was the kitchenette, and in the far left corner was 
the bed. Right against the near wall, built into it, was a large fireplace 
with a fake bearskin rug on the floor. She watched as he tossed some logs 
into the fireplace, added some newspaper for kindling, and in no time he had 
a roaring fire. Then he turned out the lamp, and they were bathed in 
firelight. 

Chris wasted no time. She wanted to make love and have the handsome referee 
make love to her. She removed her clothing as he took off his glasses and 
put them away. Her chocolate body, bathed in firelight, made Vernon pant 
with desire. He began removing his own clothing as well, and soon he was as 
naked as she. In the firelight his almost white body revealed a long, 
throbbing phallus with a rich purple head. It was every bit as long and as 
thick as those of the two men with whom she had sported a week earlier. She 
didn't know why, but she felt a stronger emotion for Vernon than mere lust. 
It was too soon to call it love, but the emotional feeling was there. She 
felt a rich, meaningful relationship was about to spring up as desire 
coursed through every fiber of her being and every cell in her awakening 
body. She lay down and rolled nakedly onto the artificial bearskin rug, 
looking .up at Vernon, seeing him through lust-hungry eyes, and the ghost of 
a smile flitted across her lips as she whispered, "Come, darling . . 

"Oh Chris... sweet Chris... " he muttered, sobbing, and then his head was 
dipping down, his mouth pressing against her lovely naked bosom, and his 
tears of joy were hot on her nakedly sensitive flesh. Automatically, the 
lovely woman's arms wrapped themselves around Vernon's head, cradling him 
tightly to her, holding his lean, masculine body tightly as he clung to her 
shuddering form with the same tightness. 

"Vernon, you white-skinned, black mutha," she whispered affectionately. 
"Lord, it feels so good to hold a man like you in my arms. Your body feels 
so right to me, so firm, so muscular, and yet you don't merely desire me for 
what I can do for you, sexually speaking. I can feel how much you want me 
for my inner self." Instinctively, she turned on her side, still tightly 
cradling his head against the roundness of her breasts. Now she felt his 
entire naked body pressing firmly against her own. His knees rubbed against 
her kneecaps, his slender thighs against her thighs, and his flat belly was 
barely able to touch her belly. 

Gradually, slowly, the lovely lady's naked body began an almost 
imperceptible and regular undulation, starting a slow grinding motion of her 
soft, flat abdomen as she pressed it solidly against the abdomen of this man 
who had suddenly come to mean so much to her. Her heart, which had been 
beating heavily ever since they had arrived at the cabin, began pounding all 
the more weightily, and her breath became ragged as once again over-powering 
fires of heated desire for this particular man's firm body began flaring and 
burning through her torso like maddening forest fires of want. She was aware 
of it the moment it began to happen; the exact second she was feeling her 
wetly pulsating and throbbing pussy starting to secrete heavy, dewy droplets 
of her forbidden passion. That was when she was aware of her breasts 
swelling and her taut nipples hardening. For a single supreme moment of 
thrilling joy and ecstasy, she literally bathed herself in the feeling, then 
horror and fear blanketed her aching mind again. Now he, like all the 
others, was thinking of her as a tramp, a whore, a woman who sold her body 
for favors. 

For the first time in her life Chris was scared, not of what was going to. 
happen, but of what the man would think of her. For the first time she 
really cared what this man would think of her. She was acting brazenly, 
shamelessly. She had to forget about wanting his beautiful masculine body. 
If she kept this up she knew it wouldn't be too long before Vernon might 
come to hate her. He might consider her a depraved tramp, and then he'd want 
nothing more to do with her. 

For the first time in her life she was thinking about what the man thought 
of her as an individual rather than what he would do for her team. The team 
no longer mattered. It simply didn't enter her mind. Yet she felt so 
sexually attracted to him. She wondered if it was simply because he was the 
first black man she had ever shown herself to, or if it was something 
personal, with the man himself. There were times, like now, that she was so 
envious of some of the women on her team who were married and had a loving 
man to whom to go home. Imagine, having a man of her own, a man with a nice, 
thick cock like Vernon's; one that would fit so nicely and snugly into her 
vagina, or would worm its way into the tight wetness of her loving mouth, 
making her cheeks bloat as he eventually fired the tasty essences. 

But in spite of her troubled conscience, the lovely black woman discovered 
her arms would not let go of Vernon's head and shoulders, and she found 
herself unable to turn away from the vibrant warmth of his firmly muscular 
body. She discovered herself clinging to him all the more tightly, and her 
desire-ridden body began to shudderingly writhe even more hungrily on the 
hearth. Her long, firm, ebony thighs began scissoring open and closed 
rhythmically, and then, as she threw one leg over his naked flat hips, her 
mind began to fill with the exciting image of his swollen, pulsing penis 
doing all the different things to her Sherm Herman's broad cock had done. 
The searing image seemed to consume every tingling cell of her brain with 
wave after wave of overpowering desire and hot, implacable need, and the 
thrilling sensations in her desire-tightened belly and heatedly pulsating 
vagina began intensifying all the more rapidly, causing the beautiful Chris 
to almost moan aloud with mounting desire and delight. 

Let him go! Her mind was screaming into her brain's inner senses. Good God! 
Chris Jackson, don't succumb and let this man know you for the terrible 
tramp you've become. You 're prostituting yourself for the sake of your team 
and he knows it. But don't just lie there and let him know that sex has 
become a sickness with you... that you need it in order to survive. You have 
to stop now because if you don't, you'll eventually destroy yourself. Here 
you are with one man, and after the experiences you had with two men do you 
think one man will ever be able to fully satisfy you? 

But she knew the answer to that question even before she had foolishly asked 
it. Yes, one man would be more than enough to satisfy her if he was the 
right man. A man like Vernon Lincoln was the right man. 

But even as these thoughts of pleading with herself exploded like novas in 
her spinning brain, words were already beginning to form in her mouth and 
throat, and then, before she was able to stop herself, the words came 
bubbling past her lips as she clung to the man and said, "Vernon... oh 
Vernon, for the first time in my life I feel love being with a man. I don't 
know why I feel love for you, and you can think I'm crazy. You don't even 
have to love me back, but man, I feel love for you like I've never felt it 
for anyone else, so if you can forgive my being with all those white dudes, 
understand, that even if I gave 'em my body, I never gave 'em my love." 

Holding the lovely, stunningly beautiful body of the naked Chris Jackson in 
his arms, and breathing against her tenderly soft feminine flesh, the 
delighted young man heard words in his ears he had never even hoped for from 
the luscious beauty. At first he attached no sexual reference to her 
actions, since he never thought of love and sex as being synonymous. Yet he 
was becoming increasingly aware of her delightful nakedness, and he wasn't 
naive. He began understanding just what it was she was driving at. He 
thrilled to the pressure of her vaginal hairs rubbing against his belly, her 
legs tightly locked around his flat buttocks. He was too concerned for her, 
too filled with a desiring, compassionate love to think of her as anything 
other than a mahogany goddess who was teaching him the art of love in its 
highest form. He found his own heart bursting with a powerful love as deep 
as the love this lovely chocolate woman was confessing. It was a love unlike 
any other he had ever felt for a woman before in his life... a love that 
definitely needed expressing... and yes, now he understood that such a love 
needed an ultimate expression... demanding total physical release. 

In that single moment of unquestionable truth, Vernon Lincoln became fully 
aware of what he was actually thinking, and he knew beyond the shadow of a 
doubt what he really wanted, and so tightly clutched convulsively at this 
woman. He wanted more than sex from her. He wanted more than love from her. 
He wanted the combination of the two in equal proportion. The fact that she 
had been to bed with other men didn't affect him because he knew he loved 
her, and he felt her own love for him. Yes, she loved him, and she hadn't 
been ashamed to admit as much to him. He wondered how it was possible for 
him to think of this woman this way. All his life he had sworn when the time 
did come for him to fall in love, it would be with a virgin. Now he was fast 
discovering virginity really didn't matter. Hell! Had she slept with a 
thousand men prior to knowing him he wouldn't have given a damn because her 
life before him was a shadow that didn't exist. What did matter... what was 
actual reality... was now! He wanted to make love to her, and he wanted to 
do all the things he knew she had done with other men, but he didn't think 
of it in terms of merely a lay. He wanted to taste every last bit of her, 
and ached to fill every orifice in her body with his cock. 

The handsome, light-skinned black man jerked his head up and looked at her 
lovely face. Then he let his eyes roam over her tremulous body, after which 
a throbbing sob suddenly burst forth from his throat, for even as he 
mentally chastised himself, his eyes had begun to move as if with a will of 
their own over the delightful shape of her beautiful nakedness. He had to 
admit, even though he wasn't too experienced and really hadn't slept with 
that many women, this particular woman was exquisitely lovely, and precisely 
the right type of woman to grace his marriage bed. Marriage? Why was he 
thinking in terms of marriage at the moment? True he was a rising young 
attorney, but he still had a long way to go, and why would a lovely, 
luscious woman like this even consider marrying him? She was so perfect, and 
he had to admit he admired the way she turned and twisted on the rug. Now he 
looked at her even more intently, really looking at her as a man would look 
at a woman rather than a lover would admire the object of his desire. 

Christ! She had such a rounded, stunning body, with large, lushly ripened 
breasts, the nipples like large blackberries, her soft, raven-black vaginal 
hairs too sparse to hide the glistening pink vaginal slash, below. She was 
beautiful, stunning, and the man who ended up with her would have himself 
one helluva treasure. He loved her tremendously, wanting her, needing her, 
adoring her. 

Perspiration broke out heavily on the handsome man's wide forehead, and he 
did his best to take his eyes from her body in the hope he'd be able to 
break the spell she was casting on him. The man felt new, strange tingling 
sensations continuing to build in his loins as he found his eyes drawn 
magnetically to her form, continuing to hungrily stare at her delicious 
voluptuousness, unable to look away. He felt an achingly acute and thrilling 
pleasure in his restlessly stirring phallus even though he was well aware it 
was lust rather than love, since his mother had taught him love was ethereal 
and not physical. Yet she had already confessed her love to him, and even 
though he physically desired her, he still lusted for her. Of all the women 
on earth, this was the one he decided he desired above all others. His 
bright eyes came to rest on her hungrily rising and falling hips as she 
continued to grind her vaginal furrow of heated flesh against the lengthy 
thickness of his swollen penis. He knew damn well she was tormenting him. 
She certainly seemed to know what she was doing. He was feeling his penis 
swell and enlarge as never before, and he had to admit, it was good, really 
good. He knew she was well aware of precisely how stiff he was at that 
moment, and he ought to have gloried in his erection, but he felt a little 
embarrassed, because deep down he knew she was the woman he loved. 

Granted, he had brought her here to fuck her, but now that she was here, he 
wanted to do so much more with her. He wanted to give her all the love 
inside him and make her aware of how much he adored her. He wondered if she 
knew what was going on in his mind, and if she did, would she love him any 
the less because he was so aroused and desirous of her. 

His hand reached out and grabbed the corner of the bearskin on which they 
lay, and he was all set to pull it over her nakedly writhing ebony form, 
wanting to hide her breasts from his sight until he was able to think a bit 
more rationally and decide if this was truly love. But just as he began to 
cover her, to hide her from his hungrily lustful gleaming eyes, the lovely 
lady reached out and caught his hand with her own, preventing him from 
concealing her nakedness. 

"No, Vernon," she said, as if knowing what he was thinking. "This is a 
reality you'll have to face by yourself. I've already admitted how I feel 
about you. You have to decide how you feel about me while looking at me. Is 
it lust, or do you feel something deeper for me. Either way, I still love 
you." 

She stared at the handsome man with whom she realized she had fallen in 
love, her hands holding his wrists, and her lovely features suddenly 
contorted, mirroring the terrible torturous battle raging in Vernon's own 
lust-filled brain. 

Vernon pulled away from her, easily breaking her grip, and that ought to 
have helped to cool the overpowering passion soaring within her body. 
However each discovered it had the opposite effect on them. Both had 
churning fires leaping in the tightness of their bellies. Both had flames 
swirling inside them. Never before had she known such insane desires. Chris 
suddenly realized it was more than mere sex driving her, more than the need 
to be made love to, it was the need to be deeply and strongly loved. She had 
to have this man loving her, doing things to her, fulfilling her as only a 
loved man can fulfill a woman. Her hips were grinding more and more firmly 
against the bearskin rug on the hearth, and her heatedly hungry vaginal 
tunnel was flooded with a quantity of seeping oily fluids betraying her own 
inner seething passions. Dimly she was aware she had lost control of 
herself, and she felt ashamed that she was taking the lead. Yet she was so 
afraid that if she left the first move up to Vernon he might eventually 
either reject her or simply fuck her the way all the others had done. At 
this point that was something she would not have been able to bear. She 
wanted more than sex. She wanted him loving her as he fucked her. 

"Vernon... " she finally said. "I've already admitted loving you. I've also 
told you this doesn't bind you to me with any kind of commitment. But the 
truth of the matter is, I want you to fuck me. I want you to do it, now. I'm 
not ashamed of my feelings for you." She heard the licentiously obscene 
words coming from her own wetly parted mouth, and she ought to have been 
ashamed of herself for humbling herself so quickly in front of a man. 

Vernon, on his part, realized that in order to prove his love for her, he 
definitely had to fuck her. How he'd be able to fuck her and show her the 
love he wanted to show her he didn't know, but he knew it was something that 
had to be done. 

"I need you, dammit!" she continued. "I need you as a full-fledged lover, a 
real man, a wonderful masculine male who can make me feel good inside. I 
need you to fuck me as I've never been fucked before, and you're the only 
one who can do it." 

Dear Lord! he thought. How did one let a woman like this... a special woman 
know he wanted to comply with her every desire, yet he was afraid he might 
not prove macho enough for her. The idea of possessing her originally had 
been purely sexually when he had initially approached her. But now it was 
much more than that. Through a strange series of happenings, just being 
close to her had made him aware of his love for her, and he wanted to please 
her in every way, but didn't know if he had the ability or the capacity. The 
thoughts running through his turmoiled mind were, at the same time terrible, 
and yet exciting. A low moan purred from somewhere deep inside him. He felt 
a need to understand this overpowering attraction between himself and 
Christine better than he did. He had no desire to initiate something between 
them until he understood every facet of both their emotions. Was this going 
to be a plain fuck, or was it the beginning of something really fantastic? 
There was a need-that much he understood. 

There was a need on both their parts, but was it really love, was it 
fascination, or was it merely a desire for physical gratification that would 
come to an end when the fucking ended. He didn't want to fuck her and find 
out his feelings for her were not as powerful as he had originally believed. 

Vernon found himself confused and unable to think straight. He wanted to 
slide out of her arms, walk around the room, feel a little cold air on his 
body, but he was unable to do any of that. He simply lay there, feeling more 
than a little numb, listening to the beautiful woman fill his ears with 
passion-thick words as he sensed her hot, trick-ling fingers moving 
seductively on his arms and back, watching her sensuously naked and 
delightful body continue to twist and turn with lust as his own arousal kept 
on mounting higher and higher in the internal depths of his physical being. 
Soon it was like a towering tidal wave, and it was curling toward him, 
threatening to crush him with unimaginable force too powerful for a puny 
human being like himself to comprehend or stand against. 

He was aware his already erected and throbbing penis was growing even 
thicker, stretching and lengthening until it was painfully hard and jutting 
up at a forty-five degree angle from his loins. Christ! He had lost all 
control over himself at this point. His mind was totally lost in the 
whirling, swirling cyclone of an age-old hunger he was unable to control. 
There was still that thrilling desire to actually fuck this woman, and he 
was more aroused than ever, knowing she wanted him to shove his madly 
pulsating penile organ into the hot, warm, soft depths of her delightfully 
tender pussy. 

Moaning out her constantly strong and over-powering arousal and love for 
this man, the beautiful black girl's eyes fastened firmly on his viriley 
erect phallus and she was more aware than ever of its rock-solid readiness. 
Spiraling lust and maddening wild joy inexplicably mounted in her, leading 
her to want the man more intensely than ever. 

Ummmmmm... he's really hard, now... stiffer than a two-by-four... he loves 
me, he really loves me, and he wants me, too. He's letting me know I excite 
and thrill and arouse him. He loves me! 

Working herself into a fevered pitch of thrilling sensuality at the sight of 
Vernon Lincoln's swollen penis in total throbbing erection, the beautiful 
black lady lifted herself up on one elbow and threw her other arm tightly 
around the man's neck, tugging his handsome face to hers, beginning to kiss 
him with an all-consuming, devouring hunger, letting her lips dot his 
cheeks, his eyes, and his mouth. Her burning, swollen tongue leaped from 
between her lips to probe into his hungering mouth, and she began 
deliberately scraping the solidness of her pebble-hard nipples and swollenly 
upthrust breasts against his chest as her hips continued pumping 
uncontrollably on the bed. Her wetly pulsating and vibrating vagina 
continued to secrete the hidden liquids of her raw, intense arousal and 
passion, so much so that now a small, silvery trail of heated moisture 
trickled across her naked inner thighs to drip on the artificial bearskin 
rug. 

Vernon, still unsure in his own mind of his motives, tried tugging himself 
away at first, but the lovely dark-skinned woman clutched him much too 
tightly, and besides, he had to admit the pressure of her mouth against his 
was something wonderful he was unable to resist. Her hungrily, swiftly 
probing oral digit caused lava to bubble to a white heat in his trembling 
loins and the impatient heat surged through his wildly pulsating penis, 
forcing its swollenly virile length into an even greater stiffness. The 
handsome referee moaned now, finding himself completely at a loss for the 
present, a total, utter slave to the hungering lust which he now felt for 
this charmingly arousing and delightful female. He found himself a very 
willing party to all that was suddenly happening at the present, and he was 
well aware that in the core of his soul the relation-ship he was beginning 
to build with Christine Jackson was something honest and true. What he felt 
he knew was based on true love and not just lust-the unquestionable love of 
a man for a woman-of a male for a female-for he was a hungry man in love 
with a love-starved woman. This instant in time had been building in the 
most secret depths of the two of them even since they had agreed to this 
tryst. Now that everything had surfaced, he realized their merging was as 
inevitable as the sun rising in the morning. 

The man's hungering mouth opened wider under the demanding, sucking kisses 
of the delightful female coach. He soon discovered her mouth was a honeyed 
pit from which he was trying to lick all sweetness as he kissed her back, no 
longer timid about swirling his tongue around hers, sucking her wetly 
probing tongue deep into his hungering mouth. He moaned and sighed, his 
voice low in his chest as his hands moved down of their own free will, 
sliding across her velvet-smooth shoulders, around to touch her tender, soft 
hips, then moving upward to locate the ripe fullness of her fruit-like 
breasts. Ummmmm! So soft, so delightful, so absolutely wonderful. Vernon was 
in seventh heaven as his fingers anxiously fondled Chris' softly resilient 
paps. Using some instinctive knowledge, knowledge that came from within 
rather than from his mind, once he found her nipples he rolled the tips of 
his fingers over them, bringing quivers and mewls of thrilling delight to 
her lustful, passion-crazed body. 

Chris thrillingly reveled in the taste of Vernon Lincoln's tongue and mouth, 
the thrilling touch of his tantalizing hands on her nakedly sensitive 
breasts building new heights of sensation in her. Each of the other times 
she had performed sexually with other men, an anxiety had seized her in the 
beginning, even though she learned to enjoy what they were doing to her. 
However with Vernon she felt a deep sense of inner peace forcing the 
horrible torment from her mind, letting her know for the first time she was 
not behaving as a prostitute, because this was no longer the paying off of a 
debt, but an act of love between two people. Vernon loved her as much as she 
loved him, and in the very same way, and there wasn't anything wrong with 
it... nothing at all... not when two people really wanted and needed one 
another as they did. There was no longer any need for her to chastise 
herself in her dreams for what she had been doing, because she knew for a 
fact she would never willingly give herself to another man now that she had 
found Vernon. She had found a new life with this man, and she was very aware 
this new life with Vernon would transcend everything else in feeling and 
magnitude. Ohhhh dear Lord! She was already aware of how delightfully virile 
he was, basically because he was the youngest of all the men to make love to 
her. She was determined no one else would possess him, and by the same token 
she intended taking full control of Vernon from now on... if he would allow 
it. He was hers and she was his. 

The shamelessly aroused, black-skinned woman tightly clutched at the 
lighter-skinned black man, kissing his lips and moaning with hunger while he 
continued to tweak and fondle her delightfully firm and upthrust breasts, 
tweaking the turgid nipples ever so gently into more throbbing fullness. 

A moment later the lovely woman's eyes flew open and she gasped as she 
became aware of his hands moving timidly lower, wriggling down across her 
flat stomach. Then his hesitant fingers were interlacing in the black, fuzzy 
curls on her venereal mount and brushing the silken strands of hair. 

"I want you," Vernon whispered to her. "I want you more than I've ever 
wanted anything in my life. I'm going to have you, too." 

"Ohhhhh... darling, darling, yes, yes, yes," she gasped, nodding and 
panting, flaunting her hips forward against the press of his hand. 

Vernon was unable to believe this wild effect he was having on this woman 
whom he discovered he loved. He had never had such an effect on the other 
women he had fucked. In fact, sex with those few other females had been a 
cut-and-dried affair. Even more amazing was the fact that his excitement was 
undeniably very contagious. He was aware of his own hungry desires swelling 
and burgeoning with a terrifying abruptness that was almost frightening. 

Becoming a little more certain of himself now, he relaxed and settled 
himself closer and closer to the voluptuously naked writhing black woman. He 
slid his outstretched, probing middle finger through her velvet pubic hair, 
reaching into the wetly heated flesh of her delightful vaginal furrow. His 
stretching digit brushed very lightly and gently over the upstanding bud of 
her sensitive clitoris. This made the beautiful Chris groan all the louder 
and open her thighs all the wider as if the man had touched some kind of 
automatic button in her to set her off. Slowly, wonderingly, Vernon moved 
his finger over the entire moistened length of her delightful, hair-lined 
vaginal crease, and he was rewarded with the sound of a moan each time he 
caressed the hardened nub of her clitoris. 

Chris began wriggling and twisting, undulating very wildly beneath the 
constant pressure of his ministrations, rotating her pelvis upward, trying 
to rub the roof of her vagina where she was most sensitive against his 
inthrust middle finger. She found herself totally out of control. She had 
even been out of control with all those other men, but now, with a man she 
discovered she loved, she was deter-mined to show him how much she needed 
and wanted him, desirous of him as a lover, as a man, as a cock to be buried 
deep inside her, putting out all the intolerable fires and flames of burning 
anguish and primeval hunger. Slowly she reached down between their naked 
bodies, her hand groping until her fingers closed over the hotly throbbing 
and pulsating length of his solidly virile penis. Hearing him moan in 
pleasure, she began gently stroking his virile stiffness, feeling his spongy 
penile head scraping firmly against the ring formed by the circle of her 
index finger and thumb. This caused a thrillingly rapturous tingling to 
charge through every nerve in her shuddering body as she became aware of his 
heatedly pulsating flesh sliding through the smoothness of her palm. She 
stroked lovingly, using her fingertips to now and again caress his 
desire-tightened testicles. 

"Uuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh!" the man groaned softly as the lovely woman nakedly sat 
up and shifted, changing her position to a crouch over his penis, never once 
removing her gripping fingers from his steel-solid shaft of throbbing flesh. 
He stared down in utter disbelief as she did something no other woman had 
ever done for him. She lowered her lovely face to his loins and flicked out 
her little pink tongue, letting it rest against the swell of his bulging 
cock-head. "OHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH!" he moaned and gasped. "That's fantastic!" 

"Ummmmmmmmmwwwwffffff!" was the only sound her cock-filled mouth made. 

The kneeling woman began to swirl a coating of saliva over and around the 
ultra-sensitive tip of the penis, letting the tongue wrap itself around 
again and again, teasing the sensitive tip of his prick, moving it so that 
she finally wiggled the excited tin point of her tongue into the arousingly 
tender little cut in the opening at the end. 

Chris felt a sharp, tingling thrill sear her very intestines, and she bobbed 
her head, tasting, for the first time in her life, the tantalizing droplets 
of this particular male's seminal oil. Filled with an overpoweringly 
forbidden hunger to go further, the lovely black woman dipped her head 
lower, letting the penis slide from her mouth so her tongue was able to wash 
over the entire underside of it. She licked the full length of the pulsating 
penis again and again, tracing a scorching wet path with the tip of her 
tongue all the way down to the hair-surrounded base, then back up to the 
minaret-shaped tip again. Then she once again parted her very full lips, 
hooded the penis with them, then lowered her head, slowly enclosing the full 
length of his throbbing organ into the tightly sucking warmth of her 
narrowly ovaled mouth. 

"Sheeesh! Wow! Oh Chris... you're terrific... just terrific... hhuunnhh... " 
he told her, whimpering aloud as chills ran wildly up and down his spine 
while he felt the painfully stiffened steel shaft of his cock sinking deeper 
and deeper into the warm wetness of her tantalizing, avidly sucking mouth. 
Instinctively, just as he had done earlier when buried in the cunts of those 
few women with whom he had gone to bed, the man began a slow, rhythmic 
undulation of his narrow hips as he pumped his penis into her lovely face. 
He was barely able to believe it as he saw her pink, glistening, full lips 
slowly tighten like a thick rub-her band just beneath the corona of his 
pulsatingly swollen organ, and then she began slurping on his male prong as 
if it were a thick banana. 

To Chris, this was the most fabulous penis of them all. Thick, long, tasty, 
and as solid as the best of them, she knew in spite of his arousal, he was 
still a long, long way from orgasming. 

He gasped as he watched her delightedly lust-contorted face, seeing the way 
her lips stretched around the thick flesh of his powerfully pulsating penis 
buried in the sweet depths of her saliva-filled mouth. Chris was massaging 
the soft, resilient skin of his testicles with one hand while continuing to 
stroke the weighty thick base of his throbbing penis with the other as she 
began to move the tightness of her warm wet mouth hungrily up and down the 
organ's pulsatingly swollen length. The sight of his hardened spear of 
bloated flesh slipping resistingly into and out of the ring of her tightly 
compressed lips filled Vernon's loins with a strange, wild yearning, and he 
began jerking his flat hips wildly up and down in a maddening staccato 
rhythm, as if trying hard to ram the entire length of his extremely virile 
cock all the way into the narrow depths of her sucking throat. 

The loving black woman sucked hungrily, greedily, moving her mouth up and 
down as the man almost brutally fucked his loins in and out of her oral cave 
for she was practically going out of her own mind from the sheer excitement 
of having his wonderfully heated penis beating like a heart in her sucking 
mouth. 

When he shuddered uncontrollably, almost on the verge of a climax, the 
naked, dark-skinned woman realized how close he was to his satisfaction, and 
she was determined he wouldn't peak without her. She paused for an instant, 
thinking about what was the right thing to do. Finally she pulled her mouth 
away from his excitedly pulsating stiffness and raised her head to smile at 
the hand-some referee, her lips shining and glossy from the oily moistness 
of his anxious lubrication mixed with her own saliva. 

"Did you like that?" she asked. 

"You damn well know I did," he nodded. "Why'd you stop?" 

"Any other girl ever do something like this for you before?" 

"Hell, no! I never wanted another woman to do it. Yours is the first mouth 
to touch my cock, and if I have anything to say about it, it'll be the only 
mouth to touch my cock," he moaned, a new surge of thrilling desire pounding 
maddeningly through him as he thought of the wonderful pleasures this 
delightful woman was bringing him. Lord! She was out of this world. He's 
never known another woman like her, and now that he'd found her, he hoped 
he'd be able to convince her to stay with him and share his life. 

Chris was filled with all kinds of thrills. She was enjoying the taste of 
him, enjoying the reactions he displayed, and enjoying the aroma of him, so 
clean, yet so masculinely musky. 

She lowered her lovely face once again until her lips were ovaled once more 
around the angry lavender tip of the man's throbbing, solid penis. Without 
even thinking about what she was doing, she blissfully sucked his rigid rod 
of hard flesh into the depths of her tightly hot and eager mouth again, 
digging her teeth vibrantly into the solidity of his outer flesh casing. His 
flat hips jerked impatiently against her lovely face, and she swished her 
tongue around and around the bloated glans as the man continued to solidly 
slam his lust-thickened penis against the back of her mouth. She was aware 
of her vaginal slit flooding with heated excitement and the throbbing in her 
love-starved vaginal interior threatened to unhinge her mind. She had to 
have the handsome man's long, solid length of steaming cock embedded solidly 
inside her frantically pulsating vagina. She would go totally out of her 
mind if she didn't get relief. 

"OOOOOOH... WOWWWWW... mom-ma you have one swell mouth on you... suck it... 
suck it... " his muffled cry came to her ears as she felt his churning 
buttocks lift completely off the bearskin rug beneath him and begin spinning 
in the air. 

The lovely lady sucked insatiably at the length of his hard and virile 
organ, the tasty piquancy of his youthful genital alone being almost enough 
to bring her to her own satisfaction. She tenderly cupped the sperm-bloated 
testicles in the palm of her hand, and then the dark-skinned woman began to 
feverishly lave the entire length of his pulsating penis with the flat of 
her working tongue, feeling it swell and grow even larger, until she was 
terrified beyond belief. It was hot, it was pulsing, and it was now longer 
and thicker than either that of Sherm Herman or Hamid Dimhi, and she knew 
there was no way she was going to fit such a monster inside her. Still, she 
intended trying, and the thought of trying set her vagina on fire. 

Vernon stared at the foxy lady's continually bobbing head, watching it work 
demoniacally around the throbbing stiffness of his working penis as it 
pounded intolerably against the back of her throat, seeking to open her 
esophagus and enter. He felt an irresistible mounting pressure continuing to 
build to the explosion point in his sperm-flooded testicles, and he was 
aware it would not be much longer, now. He was going to shoot any second, 
and he was waiting for her mouth to slide down his tubular length one more 
time, just waiting for his frantically shuddering penis to unleash its sperm 
and blow gushes of it into her belly. Hell! They had all day tomorrow, and 
he had no intention of letting this lovely broad get away from him. But at 
the last second she once again withdrew her mouth, and a second later she 
was climbing nakedly up over him. He felt her ragged breath on his face as 
she gasped out, "Honey... I have to have that cock inside of me before I 
simply explode. I want to feel it buried all the way in my cunt, man! I want 
to feel you making love to me... ohhh Godd! I want so many things, but right 
now I'll settle for a fucking," she gasped, and then pressed her own wetly 
open mouth against the hungering lips. 

With an overpowering hunger, the lovely woman kissed him repeatedly while 
guiding her damply pulsating vagina into position above his upright stalk of 
solidly hard masculine flesh. 

With a deep, unsatisfying cry of lust, the hand-some Vernon forced his mouth 
away from the tantalizing lips that had just sucked his cock. He rolled her 
over so she lay on her back, and now it was his turn to climb over her 
nakedly trembling body. Impatient moans escaped down his throat as he 
reached down and wormed his outstretched middle finger into the tenderly 
soft and warmly quivering slit of her tantalizing vagina, again. His eyes 
filled themselves with the sight of her natural naked loveliness as they 
traveled downward wantonly toward her wriggling vaginal mound. He thought 
about what she had done to him. She had asked no questions, but had simply 
lowered her head to his loins and had sucked his throbbing cock into her 
mouth. Was he able to do less for her? Without even thinking about it any 
longer, the handsome referee slid down the length of her nakedly twisting 
and turning torso until his own face was directly above the softly curling 
hair of her delectable vagina. He pushed his face-lower, touching the base 
of her belly with his tongue, then trailed said tongue downward, licking the 
full length of her wetly splayed vaginal furrow, feeling the sweet pussy 
hairs tickling his nose and cheeks. The aroma of her warmly perfumed vagina 
drove him almost over the brink of sanity as he heard the loving black lady 
gasp out her desire. 

"AANNGGHH... OONNGGHHZ... HHHUUUNNNHHH... OHHHHHH... I... can't stand it... 
can't stand it... ummm... feels so good... so good... so good... too good to 
be true... don't want to climax this way. Darling, sweet, darling Vernon, 
put it into me... please... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... 

The handsome referee merely opened his mouth a little wider and moved his 
tongue downward along the smoothly wet, moistened slit, letting the tip of 
his oral organ probe into the succulent, pink-fleshed opening of the woman's 
seething vagina. He began orally fucking her faster and harder, sliding his 
anxious tongue all the way inside her wetly dilated inner channel. He 
assumed this was the right way to do it, even though he had never done it 
before. One thing was certain, and that was he was enjoying the delicious 
taste of her a lot more than he had initially imagined he might. The 
hand-some man was enjoying the constant unintelligible sounds she was making 
as he continued swirling his oral organ around and around in the sweet 
satiny interior of her tenderly soft and pulsating vaginal lips. He had no 
idea a woman would enjoy this so much, and this particular woman whom he 
loved was really going bananas. He had her totally helpless for the moment, 
and there was nothing the sweet lady was able to do to stop him. He was the 
master, the lord, the boss, and the idea he was totally dominating this 
woman he loved sent a surge of thrilling power through his shuddering brain. 

"OOONNNHHH... AAANNNHHH... UUUNNNHHH... " the lovely black woman continued 
chanting, her mind a swirling haze of mindless ecstasy. 

Drawing the full length of his moistly probing tongue out of her vagina, he 
moved it downward, letting it lick lightly against the tiny little starred 
pucker of her anus. For a man who knew nothing of oral sex, Vernon was 
really impressing Chris. She sucked her breath in in a gulping swallow, 
overwhelmed because this was the man she loved who was doing this and not 
some weirdo basketball coach-though she had to admit it was because of two 
weirdo basketball coaches she was really able to enjoy everything she was 
doing with Vernon Lincoln, right now. 

She flung her buttocks firmly into the handsome youth's face as hard as she 
was able, helping him, enabling him to dig his tongue deeper into her 
for-bidden rectal opening. Her nakedly aroused and shivering body quivered 
under the constant oral assault and the lovely Negress almost went 
completely insane as bolt after bolt of thrilling electricity wantonly 
rippled pleasurably through her shuddering loins. Good Lord! She was unable 
to stand anymore. He just had to fuck her, now. She had no idea why she was 
so overwhelmed by the idea that it was him doing it to her, yet it thrilled 
her more than anything she had ever done with anyone else. 

"Verrrnonnn... honey... baby... come on, man, please... fuck me now, I 
can't... uhhhhhhhh... hold offfff... I need that big heavy cock of yours 
inside meeeee... ohhhh... Goddddd... I-I'm dyinnnng for youuuuu... " she 
begged, pulling on his almost crewcut scalp with all her feminine strength. 
Then she felt his wetly lapping oral digit returning to her love-starved 
vagina. "No morrre... no morrre... ooooonnnnnhhhhh... come up... fuck 
meeeeeee... nowwwww... " 

Unable to control his lusting need any longer, . the hungering referee 
finally eased his mouth away from the depths of her wildly quivering vagina, 
tickling her with his tongue as he slid it along the length of her body, 
stopping only when he finally reached her delectable mouth. 

"Wow!" he moaned. "I've never had a woman get me this hot before," he told 
her. "I feel ready to fire a wad right now," he gasped as his mouth avidly 
sought hers again. His hungering kisses were long and deep, his thrusting 
tongue smearing the taste of her vaginal juices through her mouth, letting 
her know how good she tasted. Then, miraculously, he was aware of her 
parting her long, beautiful legs very wide... wider... wider, digging her 
heels into the sheet of perspiration covering the rug beneath her... lifting 
her vagina and pressing it into the hotly moistened length of throbbing 
penis. 

Without even thinking, Chris reached down and grasped the handsome referee's 
throbbing cock, and then began guiding it toward the waiting mouth of her 
tender feminine maw. She used the thick, spongy head as a wedge, determined 
no matter how thick his penis was, she was going to fit it inside her. 
Little by little the onion-shaped glans separated her labia, and the lovely 
young dark-haired, dark-eyed, dark-skinned woman gasped aloud as the penis 
began pushing, moving into her mucous membranes. It drove slowly inward, 
filling her every fiber with lustful desire. 

"Ohhhhhnnnggghhh... yessss... yes... morrrrre... uuunnnhhh... dooo ittttt... 
" she moaned, her body writhing in wild, ungovernable ecstasy. 

Vernon gasped and sighed with licentious delight and flicked his hips 
lightly forward, wanting to do it right... wanting to be very gentle, yet 
wanting to make the two of them enjoy it completely. He was determined this 
would be the best thing either of them had ever known. 

"Chrissyyy... ooonnnhhh... Chrissy... ohhhhhh... wowwweee... uuunhhh... " he 
loudly gasped, though he felt his throat was paralyzed with lust, sensing 
the soft, delectable warmth of her tender pussylips slowly separating, then 
solidly closing around his penile head that was so ultra-sensitive. At this 
point Vernon was afraid to move. The thrillingly pleasurable sensations were 
far beyond anything he had ever expected or even imagined, and he simply 
didn't know how he was going to keep his semen under control. The sensual 
feeling of her heatedly throbbing vaginal flesh surrounding the hard, 
swollen lance of his delving penis was enough to make him want to blast his 
load almost immediately. He had fucked a few other women in his lifetime, 
but a pussy had never felt this good. Oghhh... Christ! This woman was 
uncommonly special, and he'd be a damn fool to ever let go of her. No wonder 
all those coaches were so hot after her. Hell! He'd see to it she never lost 
another game again. He wanted her cunt for himself from now on. 

"Come on, man!" Chris urged him desperately. She gasped and shuddered, 
lifting her naked hips as her body pumped itself up and down automatically, 
wanting nothing more than to have the wonderful man she loved fuck her again 
and again until she attained her own wildly unbelievable orgasm. So far, she 
hadn't climaxed once, which was highly unusual, since with other men she 
would have peaked at least three times by now. "Come on, Vernon," she urged. 
"You know what to do. Just slide it in and out, in and out." God! When he 
finally did bring her to her satisfaction it was going to be one helluva 
climax. Oh yes! This was indeed going to be the orgasm of a lifetime. 

"Ooooooh... wowwww... gal, you sure know how to make a man feel really 
good... " Vernon gasped. 

He struggled, fighting back the overpowering sensations threatening to make 
his wildly throbbing penis prematurely ejaculate, the gasping basketball 
referee and lawyer yanked his wildly pulsating organ out until only the 
swollen cock-head was all that remained embedded in the tight depths of the 
young woman's moistly clasping vagina. Then he hurled himself forward again, 
feeling her lovely hips move smoothly around his body, lancing up to meet 
his downward plunge, burying the full length of his throbbingly erect and 
swollen cock in the tight depths of her warm womanly interior. 

He was aware of the feeling of delight as his heavily swaying, dangling 
testicles whacked against the upturned cheeks of the black lady's satiny 
sheened buttocks, and it served as an arousing stimulant to his already 
shocking need. Oh man! What he had done with all those other ladies was 
nothing compared to this. This was fucking, really fucking. It was almost as 
if this were his first time because he was inside the body of the one black 
lady he really adored. He began moving carefully, slowly, instinctively, a 
slow, revolving, grinding motion with his pelvis as he ground his throbbing 
organ into her wetly writhing pussy while she rotated her delightfully naked 
asscheeks even higher off the mattress-like bearskin rug, straining to get 
every last little bit of his virile young penis inside her love-starved 
vagina. She moaned, letting him know she wanted him to thrust even harder, 
aching to feel the runaway cock pound the lips of her entryway right into 
the narrow inner tunnel, and he continued rocking above her, using 
consistently long, violent strokes that jolted her shuddering body each time 
her buttocks came slamming down against the floor. Chills of delightfully 
thrilling excitement and rapture spiraled through the full length of her 
quivering spine as she felt the increased tempo of his youthfully hardened 
shaft continually fucking in and out of her ecstatically throbbing vagina. 

"Uuuunnnggghhh... ooohhh... goood God! Fuck me, man... fuck me real hard... 
then fuck me againnnn... " the lovely Negress wailed as she began rotating 
and cork-screwing her body against the man's wonderfully stiffened length of 
solid cock. Sex had been fantastic before, but now it was utterly out of 
this world. What made it all the more interesting was the fact that only one 
man was doing all this to her. Certainly she had never felt anything even 
vaguely resembling this wildly mindless rapture. "Uuuum-mmphhh! Beautiful, 
baby, beautiful. Fuck mom-ma a little harder you wonderful nigger." 

Hurriedly now the loving Vernon intensified and increased the pace of his 
driving strokes in spite of the fact that he was aware he was unable to hold 
his own balls back much longer. He was already feeling a 
never-before-brimming volcano in his loins as his balls prepared for 
eruption. 

Chris pumped her cock-hungry vagina up and down all the more swiftly, her 
cunt enclosing his cock that much more tightly as she drove herself in 
simultaneous rhythm to Vernon's constant downward thrusts, her entire naked 
body twisting and turning with unbridled wantonness as she continued seeking 
her ultimate satisfaction. 

Now the handsome basketball referee was slamming into the wildly moaning 
woman with increased force, each time drawing his lasciviously swollen cock 
almost all the way out of her tautly clinging vaginal sheath, then viciously 
plunging in again un-til his sperm-bloated balls whacked solidly against her 
tiny puckered anal opening. The pressure was continuing to mount, billowing 
up from the depths of his tautly squeezing scrotum, and Vernon's head swam 
with the knowledge he was going to pour his sperm into the pussy of a woman 
for whom he had really deep feeling. His seed would bloat her with his 
undying love and satisfaction. 

The beautiful Negress was tossing her head from side to side in wild 
abandonment, rejoicing in the depths of her impalement on the wonderfully 
hardened length of throbbing penis. Rapturous little moans were escaping 
from between her lips, moans that grew louder and then became a wail of 
loud, continuous pleading. She was ready to hit the top of the rainbow. She 
had to get there. Her heels dug into the rug beneath her as she raised her 
buttocks higher to receive the man's continual powering strokes, and this 
movement caused her tight vaginal muscles to tug even more on his pistoning, 
solid cock. She was aware of his long, swollen penis growing even thicker, 
swelling, pulsating, enlarging more... more... and even more. 

"Ohhhhh momma!" Vernon gasped. "I just can't... uhhhh... hold back the... 
ooooo-hhhhhhh... tide any lonnngerrrrr... " 

"Let go! Let go!" she instructed. 

"EEYYAAGGHHUUNNGGHHAARRGGHHUUNNGGHHAAWWAANNGGHH!" he bellowed, feeling the 
river of semen pushing through his penis into the seething depths of her 
vagina. He felt as if the head of his cock was going to be torn right off. 

"UUNNGGGHHH... MEEEEEEEE... UUUNNNGGGHHH... TOOOOOOO... 
HHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH-AAARRRGGGHHH!" she screeched, feeling his hot, 
exploding sperm shooting into the depths of her squishing tunnel. 

He groaned out his orgasm as he continued firing into her, sending one burst 
of sperm into the tight depths of her vagina, making her writhe and wriggle 
and squirm. 

After a seeming eternity, their orgasms finally seemed to fade away, and for 
a long, long time the two of them lay quietly together unaware of anything 
other than the erotic wonderment of satisfaction each was feeling in the 
arms of the other. Their hearts pounded in their bodies, slowly but surely 
subsiding to a natural beat. After several minutes they fell asleep on the 
hearth with the fire blazing before them, the quick-drying sperm gluing the 
two of them together in what appeared to be eternal love. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was inevitable that Vernon and Chris not only fell in love, but stayed in 
love, and as a result, Chris decided the only smart thing to do was to give 
up coaching the girls' semi-pro basketball team. When the other managers and 
coaches asked her why, she explained she was getting married, and she had no 
time for basketball any longer. It was her girls who were disappointed more 
than anyone, because a new coach probably wouldn't command nearly as much 
respect from them. 

The night before she was scheduled to leave the team, the girls took her out 
for dinner, and after-ward, when they all separated after coming out of the 
restaurant, Walter Boland and his assistant coach, his brother, Felipe, 
accosted her. 

"Hi, Walter," she smiled at him. "Sorry, but you don't get free nookie any 
longer, at least not from me." 

"Well then," Walter said to her. "Let's go somewhere and celebrate your good 
fortune." 

"I just finished celebrating," she told him. "Just one drink," he insisted. 

"Yeah," Felipe insisted. "Just one drink." Felipe didn't look anything like 
Walter. To begin with, he was better-looking, with a round, baby face, 
though he was slightly taller than Walter, and a little heavier. Before she 
had a chance to argue with the Bolands, the two brothers whisked her off in 
Felipe's car, and she suddenly found herself being led into Walter's 
apartment where a drink was hastily poured for the three of them and, after 
toasting Chris's marriage, they drank. 

"Now," Walter said to her, "a farewell fuck." 

"Now wait a minute... " she protested. 

"No, no, no, no, no," he insisted. "You wait a minute. The last time we were 
together I didn't fuck you. That means you kind of owe me one. Felipe here 
will also help, just to make you doubly happy. We want you to really enjoy 
this, Chris." 

"Now hold on " 

"Unh, unh," Walter insisted. "You hold on. How would you like it to get back 
to your girls that you had to fuck to get them games? What do you think they 
would think of you after I told them that much?" 

"You wouldn't do that," she insisted. 

"But you know damn well I would," he nodded. "Let's get down to it, honey. 
The sooner we start, the sooner we finish." 

Chris tried to pull away from them, but the two men held her and Felipe 
pulled her dress over her head, then removed her underthings. They carried 
her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the mattress. Chris knew what was 
coming next and lay there, feeling abject horror as her black body glistened 
in the room's lone ceiling light. 

She shut her eyelids so tightly, stars danced before her in the darkness of 
her fear. Tears welled up in her eyes. Here she finally had a chance to get 
away from all this, and the Boland brothers were dragging her right back 
into it. 

Chris shivered, feeling a little dirty at having been touched by this man. 
She wondered how many other women the Bolands had raped on this mattress. 
She also wondered how many girls who played on the team had to "lie down" as 
a prerequisite to making the team. 

She was aware her legs were being spread wide apart by Walter. She flinched 
in spite of herself when his finger parted the softness of her pubic hairs 
and touched her vaginal lips. Her eyes went to Felipe, who was paring his 
fingernails with a large knife he had extracted from somewhere-or-other, and 
she knew he probably used that knife to keep the women in line. In fact, she 
was afraid he would use the knife on her if she didn't do as Walter wished. 

Walter continued massaging her labia, but Chris felt a numbness down there. 
The numbness lasted until the man's finger reached her clitoris. Then he 
lowered his head and put his full lips on it, sucking it as if it were a 
small penis. Chris's body tightened up, stiffening automatically as she felt 
the unwelcome sensations begin smoldering in her vagina. Next she was aware 
of his hot tongue curling into the depths of her seething pussy. She felt as 
if he had crammed an electric cattle prod into her. She jumped, trying to 
pull herself away from him. Then the slow, rhythmic tantalizing lapping 
began again. The black woman flexed the muscles along her inner thighs, 
attempting to make the unwanted feelings of pleasure go away, but this only 
added to her further, enjoyment. With the tensing of her thighs, Walter went 
back to the lapping of her tiny, pulsating clitoral bud. 

"You're one foxy lady," Walter said, smiling. "Too bad you didn't stay with 
the league a little longer. Just when things were getting interesting, you 
had to quit." 

Chris began sobbing as moans rose from her throat. She realized what the 
sensations rising in her body implied. In spite of the fact that she 
detested Walter, in spite of her love for Vernon, she was being aroused by 
what he was doing. Nerve-endings in her vagina were betraying her all over 
again. This was ridiculous. Why was she allowing herself to be manhandled 
this way? 

But even as she thought of the question, she knew the answer. She was being 
manhandled because she was afraid Felipe might cut her with his long knife. 

In spite of her revulsion at what Walter was doing, she found her abdomen 
rising and falling with increasing rapidity. Walter was taking long, 
slurping licks with his tongue, using his nose to buffet her clitoris while 
his scraggly mustache was scraping against her tightly clenched cunt. She 
knew she was beginning to secrete lubricants, but it wasn't until she found 
her pubis starting to rotate lasciviously into the man's smiling face that 
she realized she was once again lost. Her shamelessly aroused torso was 
wriggling all by itself, now. His hungry mouth enclosed her soft vaginal 
labia, and he began sucking like a hungry bear at a honeycomb. Exquisite 
sensations shot across her loins, charging through the hidden nerve-endings 
in her vagina. His drooling mouth kept her vaginal lips tightly clamped, 
though his tongue somehow managed to pressure its way through her labia and 
Chris went bananas trying to control her reactions. 

Finally-and she was well aware the instant it was happening-she reached the 
point of no-return. She was going to have an orgasm. She ground her body 
into the mattress fighting it, but muscles and nerves all rebelled against 
discipline, seeking instead the needed, necessary release. Then her pelvis 
was jerking and twitching, and her hands, locked behind his head, were 
trying to pull the evil man's face all the way into the seething depths of 
her tingling vagina, and a voice she was unable to control began screaming, 
"IIII'MMMM... UUUNNNNNGGGHHH... OOOOHHHH... THERRRRE... OHH AAUUNNGGHH 
AARRGGHH!" 

She was almost unconscious from the combination of shame and satiety when 
she was aware Walter was raising her knees and pushing them against her 
chest. Abruptly she felt his naked penis pressing against her vagina, and 
for the first time she realized the two men in the room were also undressed. 

She attempted to clamp her thighs shut, but the movement merely caused the 
man to slide forward, and his slender, solid penis slid almost effortlessly 
into the tightly squeezing depths of her interior. It hit the mouth of her 
womb, her cervix then bounced off and slid deeper into her vagina. 

"Hhhhuuunnnggghhh!" she gasped. 

Even though Walter's penis was relatively slender, the force with which it 
had entered her was more than a little painful. 

"Hey, you like it, I can tell," Walter laughed. 

He pushed it in, then pulled it out, and the withdrawal motion was a little 
unpleasant. When she had climaxed, her lubrication had all left her body, 
and though she was far from dry inside, she wasn't as oily as she had been 
earlier, and the cock felt somewhat abrasive. He began rapidly fucking her 
now, and she jerked her eyes open to see the half-amused smile on the man's 
countenance. He was fucking the ass off her and enjoying every second of it. 

Her vagina felt sore, as if it were being rubbed with sandpaper instead of a 
cock, and the flesh felt ready to split. His penis lay throbbing, sunk all 
the way into the depths of her belly, filling as much of her as possible. 

Walter grinned down at her, then he flexed his throbbing cock inside her 
trembling belly, feeling it jerk against her inner flesh. "Uuunnnggghhh!" 
she gasped, seeing he was purposely fucking her this way to keep her from 
enjoying it, further. 

Slowly the waiter tugged his cock from her tight vaginal container, tugging 
it until it was almost halfway out, then just as slowly he pushed it back 
in. He fucked her this way for the next few minutes. 

"Damn you, you honky spic," she snapped, "You're fucking me while I'm too 
dry." 

After her orgasm, she had tightened up a bit inside, and as a result, 
Walter's penis, which normally would not have bothered her at all, created 
the impression it was much bigger than it was, stretching her dry walls as 
if they had never been stretched before. Little by little she began 
lubricating again, and soon the movement was becoming less and less painful. 

The man continued pushing his penis in and out very slowly, and Chris heard 
her pink vagina making all kinds of lewd sucking sounds as Walter's cock 
slipped moistly in and out of her fully opened vagina. That, too, suddenly 
began to add to the forbidden excitement she was feeling. Tingles coursed 
through her shuddering body. 

"Y'know," Walter said to her. "Here I am, fucking you after having made you 
climax with my mouth, and I don't ever get a 'thank you' from you. I think 
before I finish fucking you, you'll have to beg me a little for it." 

"Ohhhhhhh Goddddd! No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o... please!" That would indeed be 
adding insult to injury. This was all too sordid-all right. She had 
maintained some small shred of pride because she knew she was being raped. 
But to beg him would rid her of that pride. 

Chris clenched her teeth shut very, very tightly when she felt the warmth 
and pleasant pressure. When Walter's penis twitched again, she felt her own 
inner vaginal muscles involuntarily responding, sucking inward, bringing a 
smile to the man's half-Cuban face. 

She fought with every bit of willpower she had to keep from twitching again. 
In her struggles she hadn't been conscious of doing it in the first place. 
She was still uncertain how it happened initially against her will. Oh 
please... please... just don't let it happen again. But it did happen and 
there was a small sigh from Walter. It happened again, then again, and 
again. She felt it as if she had an electric milking machine between her 
thighs, and it was tugging on his cock. 

"You have a sweet cunt, Chris," he told her. "Let's just see how much of 
this you can take." 

Walter was making slow rocking motions between her slender thighs. She felt 
the narrow passageway to her hotly grinding belly being widened with each 
short stroke. The friction had caused her vaginal interior to run with oils 
within seconds, letting her experience more and more willing anticipation. 
Heated passion was being thrust into her with every stroke of the cock. She 
felt it creeping deeper and deeper into her. She tried fighting that 
feeling, as well. She fought her breathing, realizing it was becoming more 
and more shallow with each passing second. The perspiration was popping out 
on her forehead as she fought a desperately losing battle with her pelvis 
after seeing it shamelessly lifting to meet the downward thrust of Boland's 
cock. She struggled and forced her buttocks back to the mattress. An instant 
later it was sneakily beginning to rise, though. 

"Ooooonnnnhhhh!" the lovely woman moaned, and then, as suddenly as it began, 
the battle ended. Chris's body was asserting its independence from her 
morals, her convictions, her oncoming marriage, and everything else she held 
dear. The lascivious flames of seething lust coursed licentiously through 
her veins, and her heart speeded up its action in the desire to get the 
rapture contaminated blood flooding through every part of her trembling 
body. Her pelvis was the first part of her to unleash itself. After a long, 
hard struggle, it finally began moving up and down in regulated rhythm of 
its own volition on the throbbing rod of hardness buried inside the pussy... 
two things moving in harmony and mounting excitement. Her inner muscles went 
next, twitching against, massaging, and milking the cock for its entire 
length. One section of muscle squeezed so tightly on Walter's thrusting cock 
he groaned, "Jesus, Chris! Why the hell d'you wanna go off and get married. 
You really know how to fuck. I'm gonna miss this sweet cunt of yours." 

Everything was going completely out of control. Chris was mentally out of 
her body, watching herself move, and to her it was the action of a 
lust-crazed, wanton tramp moving beneath the weight of a man she had come to 
despise. Her face and features were beginning to twist with unbridled desire 
and passion. Her body wriggled under him, and she sang low hums of 
passionate encouragement with each new thrust of his penis. Her breath was 
now leaving her body in panting shortness. Her lovely legs on either side of 
his driving hips were moving in tiny lascivious circles as if she were using 
a hula hoop while lying down. Now there was nothing but thrillingly 
delicious sensations of lying beneath a man who was swiftly bringing her to 
the peak of delightful and delicious sexual glory, and though it didn't 
begin to compare with what she felt with Vernon, it was still a feeling she 
needed. She was about to climax again, and gasped, "Uuuunnnnhhhh... it's 
going to happen again... I'm... uhhhhh... going to have an orgasssmmm... " 

That was when Walter stopped pumping. Unbelievingly, she looked at his oily 
perspiring face, and he laughed, saying. "You jiggies really love to fuck, 
don't you." 

She stared at him, seething hatred in her inflamed eyes, her nostrils 
quivering with each short breath she took. He wiped it all out by flexing 
his cock inside her, making her sigh. "Ooooonnnnhhhh!" she gasped. 

"You dig the way I'm fucking you, nigger?" he asked. 

He flexed his cock inside her again, and then again. 

"Heaven help me... yesssss... she gasped out loud, the sound coming from the 
depths of her lungs. "All right, all right, you win... fuck me, damn you!" 

"Like you've never been fucked before," Walter gloated. It was the boast of 
all men, yet none of them were ever able to make it that much better. 

"Yes," she nodded. "Please... anything... anything... " she groaned, her 
pelvis helplessly moving up and down, up and down as she ached to bring 
herself to completion. 

Walter throbbed his pulsating cock again, unexpectedly clasping her buttocks 
tightly in each of his hands. He rolled over, carrying the lovely Negress 
with him, his penis buried to the depths in her seething vagina now wildly 
stretched. 

Chris propped her knees on the mattress with his legs between hers. Walter 
gripped her buttocks and lifted them up and down, up and down, making her 
ride his cock again and again as if she were riding a merry-go-round horse, 
her vagina reaching hopefully for the elusive stiffness of his upraised 
penis. She moaned with wild delight as she found this new position permitted 
extra friction of his cock against her upper vaginal wall. Chris hated 
herself for what she was doing, yet she realized the impossibility of not 
being able to do it. She was his helpless servant now, even though she was 
the one on top. The cock was the thing, and she slammed her body down 
against his unmercifully... bouncing wildly up and down, flaunting her naked 
pelvis at him as if she were attempting to stake herself on his cock, 
wanting to drive it right up into her heart. 

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" the black woman gasped. 

Everything seemed to be coming together, and she moved faster, tightening 
her vaginal muscles, letting him know she was all set to climax, when 
suddenly Walter's arms gripped her hips and held her locked onto his cock. 
He pulled her down on him so her breasts were rubbing into his almost 
hairless chest, and her buttocks were helplessly exposed. She sat perfectly 
still, totally impaled on the shillelagh locked inside her. 

Abruptly she jerked upward as she felt a finger poking into her rectum. 
Turning her head, she saw Felipe, whom she had forgotten, also as naked as 
Walter, with an erection equal in size and in stiffness to that of his 
brother, and he smiled, saying, "Hi there," and rammed his finger all the 
way into her rectum. 

It was going to be another sandwich, only this time no lubricant other than 
saliva was being used, so even if Felipe's cock was thinner than Sherm 
Herman's, it was going into a much drier, and therefore a much narrower 
hole. 

"Her ass is open enough," Walter said. "Go ahead and fuck her." 

Felipe climbed onto the bed, peeling open her buttocks with his thumbs. He 
leaned forward and let a large glob of saliva fall on her spine and drip its 
way into her rectal crevice, finally coming to rest against her asshole. 
Then he shuffled forward between her thighs, his hands clamped tightly on 
her hips. Chris tried fighting it, but she was caught in Walter's immovable 
grip. The head of Felipe's penis slipped easily into the widely stretched 
anal opening and he kept right on fucking it in until all of a sudden his 
balls slapped against those of his brother, below. 

"Hhhhaaauuunnnggghhh!" Chris gasped. "You're... uuuunnnnhhhh... hurting me." 

The truth was, because her asshole had been used once before, she was able 
to take Felipe's cock in there without as much pain as she had feared. 
Still, it felt as if someone had shoved a pillow-covered statue all the way 
up into her large intestine. Her asshole was filled, her vagina was filled, 
and once again there was only a single thin tissue of tender flesh 
separating the two penises. They continued to rub and bump against one 
another like hungry sharks around a tasty tidbit. 

It was not before the two half-Cubans began fucking her regularly between 
them-like a Raggedy Ann doll being tossed back and forth, that she really 
felt helpless. Even the wild experience with Hamid Dimhi and Sherm Herman 
was mild com-pared to this. 

Felipe began driving in and out of her narrow rectum with maniacal fury. It 
was obvious Walter was on the brink of his own orgasm, and as the moments 
passed, Chris felt her discomfort being replaced by a kind of masochistic 
pleasure. Unable to escape, unable to prevent this from happening to her, 
her body had no recourse but to accept. 

Once more the Negress began losing control of her body. She was aware of her 
orgasm hovering, hanging over her like some bird of prey looking for a place 
to settle. 

Then, with a frightening suddenness, she suddenly found herself there. It 
was she, in a suddenly overpowering desperate hunger wrenched control from 
the two men, and she began frantically bucking between them, urging them on 
to harder, deeper, longer thrusts. She reared her hotly grinding cheeks high 
in the air to accept the full depth of Felipe's cock in her asshole, then 
ground herself heavily downward to skewer herself once again on Walter's 
wildly pistoning penis in her devouring vagina. 

"YAGHUNGHARGHAUNGHARGH!" she screamed, her voice a loud soprano. A sweet 
upheaval began in her vagina, then seconds later it reacted in her rectum, 
and when Walter pressed a thumb against her clitoris, she had yet another 
orgasm. She came in all three places at the same time and then felt the two 
men erupting, shooting their sperm inside her vagina and her rectum. 

Then the door to the apartment was heard bursting open, and all of Chris's 
girls came bursting into the bedroom. 

"See!" Rosie yelled. "I told you they were forcing her to do something 
against her will. Come on girls, let's dribble their heads. We'll show these 
Bolands we know how to throw them for a basket." 

The girls charged the trio and Chris was swept off as her team jumped on the 
two Bolands and began punching, kicking, biting, scratching, and pulling 
their hair. The men squirmed and writhed and tried fighting back, but the 
athletic girls were too much for them. 

When it was over, Angela, one of the few white girls on the team, a 
substitute forward, said, "Maybe we don't play the regular game as good as 
your girls, but we can sure take care of our own." They took Chris into the 
bathroom and helped her take a long, hot bath, and she heard one of the 
girls warning the Bolands, saying, "If this gets back to her husband, we 
girls will come ahead and cut your testicles off. She's going to get married 
tomorrow, and all of us are going to be her brides-maids, and she'll have a 
good marriage in spite of what you fellas try and do to her." 

Afterward, she was helped from the tub, and the girls dressed her, and they 
walked out of the Boland apartment after the girls had tom all of Walter 
Boland's clothes and smashed his utilities. They knew he wasn't going to 
complain to anyone." 

CHAPTER NINE 

The wedding went off without a hitch, and Vernon and Chris decided they 
would spend the honeymoon in his little cabin. He had bought it on a whim 
for only a few thousand dollars from a bankrupt builder, and it was the 
perfect place to spend holidays and summers. 

As soon as they got to the cabin the two of them undressed, and Vernon led 
Chris to the bed, made her lie down, and then he rolled over on top of her. 
He wasn't even hard yet, but as he rubbed his cock against her pelt, it 
swelled and thickened to its former glory. Chris reached down and guided the 
swollen head against the inner lips of her soft muff. She rubbed it up and 
down against her seething clitoris, and as her little bud hardened and 
expanded, so did his penis get even stiffer and thicker. It felt good being 
married to a man who meant something to her. From now on the whole world was 
going to be a good place for Chris Lincoln. Mmmmmm! It felt so good to rub 
his penis against her vagina without pushing it inside, and yet she knew if 
she didn't put it in she would burst. He burrowed his penis into her like a 
groundhog moving into his den, sinking it deeper and deeper until the hairy 
roundnesses of their protruding pelvises came rubbing together. They pressed 
so hard against one another, their hairs intertwined. 

Chris raised her vagina to him and literally fucked back. The two of them 
were virtually grinding their pelvic bones against one another. 

"Thatta girl!" Vernon gasped. "You're going to be a helluva wife." 

"Not only that, but I'm going to be one helluva mistress, mother, and lover, 
too." 

"Don't I know it," he smiled. "That's why I married you." 

He began pounding into her in earnest, and sure enough, the two of them 
seemingly rode off into the sunset together with Vernon continually pounding 
into Christine's pussy for what seemed like eternity. 


THE END
