Daddy And The School Kids
by Greg Marlow
(RY-135)


FOREWORD 

Perhaps nothing describes the problem of integration so aptly as the 
phrase-would you let your sister marry one? This, of course, is not the 
backbone of the fight against integration. But sex, as usual, takes the 
brunt of the blame for resisting racial equality. 

This is a fictionalized account of the battle for integration in South 
Boston where the Irish, once a despised minority themselves, are fighting 
tooth and nail to keep the blacks out of their schools. It is a limited 
account, one which focuses on the issue of sex almost exclusively. But, in 
that regard, it is realistic. 

The author did not find it necessary to touch on the many varied issues that 
confront school authorities and parents in a situation like the Roxbury bus 
shuttle that takes black kids into a white neighborhood. Instead, he 
concentrated on the one big issue which mobilizes forces from San Diego to 
Passamaquoddy. SEX! 

There is enough hypocrisy, violence and turmoil in the one issue of what 
color penis gets into what color vagina to set off another civil war. 
Whether such a reaction is warranted is the individual's judgment. We like 
to think, along with the author of this book, that the issue of sex is one 
best left to the individual to solve-it is not one to start another Trojan 
War over. Perhaps, if people were to get as excited over rape as they do 
over sexual racial integration they might do something about that 
problem-which needs a solution. 

Sexual integration is something the individual can handle himself. 

The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Now that's what I call a fox, Jim O'Brian thought as he looked the girl 
over. The clothes she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination, and 
his cock swelled eagerly against the inside of his pants as he gazed at her 
body. 

Nice tits, nice legs, nice color, he thought. It was the color that turned 
him on most, even though the sweep of her legs and the way her nipples stood 
out against her tight sweater were mouth-watering enough. 

Black is beautiful, he said to himself as he stepped closer to the girl. As 
far as he was concerned, it was hard to pay too much for hot black cunt when 
he was in the mood. 

"Hi there, big boy, you like what you see?" the girl asked. There was a 
touch of the South in her accent, and that made O'Brian's cock swell up even 
more. It really hurt now, it felt so confined in the crotch of his pants. 

"Yeah, I do," he said. 

"You ready to pay for it?" 

"Depends how much." 

"Fifty bucks." 

"Cheap at the price," he said with a grin. He knew it was going to be kind 
of hard explaining to his wife, Shirley, where that fifty dollars had gone, 
but here on Washington Street, both South Boston and Shirley seemed a long 
way away. 

The girl gave a toss of her head and turned into LaGrange street. O'Brian 
followed. A few minutes later, she led him into the room she used as her 
"office." 

"Anything in particular you like?" she asked. 

O'Brian nearly said As long as it's hot and black, I'll like it, baby, but 
he wasn't sure what the girl would think of a remark like that. 

"How about your getting my prick out of my pants before it makes a hole in 
them," he said. 

The girl knew her stuff. She cupped his crotch in her smooth, slim fingers 
and squeezed it. O'Brian's prick surged even harder against the tight 
fabric. Then she pulled down the zipper. The cock punched out against the 
underpants. She squeezed it again through them. 

God damn, these foxes sure know how to fuck, he thought. He put his hands on 
her tits and started to fondle. 

"Mmmm, nice," she purred. She worked his pants over his hips, and then 
pulled the underpants down too. The cock came bobbing free all at once, and 
O'Brian gave a sigh of relief now that it was able to expand to its full 
size. 

"Nice and big," the whore said. "A tool like that is just the kind of thing 
I like to get in my l'il ol' mouth." She obviously knew that her Southland 
accent turned on guys like O'Brian and she was laying it on kind of thick. 

"Yeah," he said, "but if you sick it, then all I'll have gotten for my fifty 
bucks is a blow job, and for that kind of money, I like to get some twat 
around my cock." 

"Ain't you never heard of a two-in-one special?" she asked. 

"Yeah? What's that?" 

"It's the reason I'm about the hottest number on LaGrange and Washington 
streets," she said "You pay another twenty dollars, and you get a blowjob 
first. In fact, if you pay another thirty dollars, and you get to lick my 
cunt in between the blowjob and the fuck. That's my super-deluxe triple 
header. Only seventy bucks for a blow-job, cun-job and fuck. Shit, there's 
girls on this street charge that much for just a blow job, and they ain't 
half as good as me." 

O'Brian hesitated a moment. He might just manage to keep Shirley from 
finding out that he'd spent fifty bucks, but there was no way he could hide 
seventy from her. His pay as a fireman just didn't reach that far. The 
family would have to make it up by having less meat that week. He could tell 
Shirley that he had lost the money playing poker with the other boys in the 
firehouse, but would she ever give him hell. No, it wasn't worth it ... 

The girl knew her salesmanship. Since she saw he was hesitating, she ran the 
tip of her tongue slowly around his lips. 

O'Brian's cock told him it just had to find out what those lips would feel 
like around it. O'Brian was crazy about having his cock sucked. 

"Okay," he said, "I'll go for the triple-header. But it had better be pretty 
good." 

"Now just don't worry about a thing," she said with her lilting voice that 
was fifty percent genuine Mississippi sharecropper and fifty percent 
imitation of Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind. 

Carla, the girl, knelt in front of the big Irishman. She took his cock in 
her fingers and started to stroke it. It was a fine cock, and she felt her 
panties get wet. One thing about her, she wasn't one of those prostitutes 
who regard sex with their Johns as strictly business. As far as she was 
concerned, it was business and pleasure. She figured that if she fucked a 
dozen times a day until she was eighty, she still wouldn't have given her 
pussy all the sex that it wanted. 

O'Brian kind of liked having her kneeling there at his feet. That 
corresponded pretty clearly to his idea of where women should be in regard 
to men, and blacks in regards to whites. O'Brian was a decent enough sort, 
but tolerance wasn't something they were big on in South Boston. 

Carla guessed that he probably felt that way, but she had a job to do, and 
anyway, that cock did look good. She sent her tongue darting out of her 
mouth and flicked it against the head of O'Brian's tool. The fireman gave a 
little quiver of pleasure. 

Flick! Flick! Flick! The tongue darted faster and faster, covering the cock 
with saliva. He guessed that those were just the preliminaries, and if the 
rest of the mouth-job was up to their level, he would have gotten a real 
bargain. 

Carla pressed her lips against the root of his cock and started to kiss her 
way up and down the length of his cock. Her nipples were pressing hard 
against her tight sweater now, and her panties were so wet that they were 
starting to chafe against her cuntlips. She reached one hand up her skirt 
and pulled the panties down around her knees. O'Brian noticed the gesture 
and glanced at the girl's panties. They were light pink, but her cunt juice 
had made a big, dark spot on them. That promised well for what was to come. 

Carla slipped her lips over the end of his cock and started to suck. At 
first she just worked on the head of his prick. Then she slid her lips 
further down so that almost all of his tool was in her mouth, and the end of 
it was pressed against the entrance to her throat. That made breathing kind 
of hard, but it felt so good to have some hard cock in her mouth that she 
didn't care. 

Her tongue pressed against the shaft of O'Brian's penis while he breathed 
harder and harder with excitement. 

He could feel the muscles in his legs and body tense with excitement. It 
wasn't going to take much more of this action to have him shooting. 

Carla fondled his balls while she sucked on his cock ... They were pulled up 
right against its root. She knew that she was getting this big honky worked 
up like crazy. 

She slid the end of his cock all the way into her throat, while pressing her 
lips against the back of it. She couldn't breathe at all that way, but it 
felt really fine to be stuffed full of prick. Anyway, she knew that he would 
be coming very, very soon. 

A split second later, O'Brian felt his prick go momentarily numb, and then 
it flooded with sensation and started to pulse and quiver, sending his sperm 
shooting into the black girl's eager throat! 

"Uhhhhh!" he gasped as his prick throbbed and throbbed, shooting gob after 
gob of jism with a quick, nervous rhythm. 

Carla pulled her head back so that she could get some air into her lungs. 
She kept on sucking the cock though, pressing it with her lips even after 
'she had freed her throat. She basted the thing with its own spunk, slurping 
her tongue back and forth over the still-hard prick. 

She noticed that the guy was good and hard even though she had just given 
him a come. She knew a lot of chippies who would have been disappointed by 
able to make use of the rest of the sex he had bought, and they would have 
humiliated the guy out of asking for his money back by telling him that it 
wasn't their fault if he wasn't able to hack it. Carla wasn't like that. She 
believed in giving value for money, and besides, she was looking forward to 
the remaining sex just as much as O'Brian was. 

"Hey, chick, you really know how to suck prick," O'Brian said. 

She flopped down on the bed that stood along one wall. She spread her legs 
so that he got a good view of her cunt. 

Man! he thought as he looked at it. There wasn't anything in the world that 
turned him on more than the sight of a black girl's cunt. It was the 
contrast between the brown skin of the cuntlips and the pink color of the 
inside of the cunt, that really sent him. 

Carla had been told by one of her customers once that that turned white men 
on, and she liked to keep her legs really spread so that the mouth of her 
cunt was open and the guy she was servicing could get a glimpse of her pink 
inside. Also, she knew how wet she was, and there wasn't a guy she'd ever 
met who wasn't turned on by the sight of pussy juice oozing out a wide-open 
cunt. 

O'Brian didn't need a second invitation. He shoved her legs up onto the 
bed-one thing he didn't plan on doing was kneeling in front of a black 
girl-and then he crouched over her, pressing his face against her twat. 

Cunts had always fascinated him. He loved to gaze at them before licking 
them. This one was particularly nice, he thought. 

Some girls have got such fucking big cunt lips, he thought. He always felt 
there was something un-feminine about that. But he liked the cuntlips to be 
big enough so that he had something to get his tongue around, too. As far as 
he could see, Carla's were perfect. 

Her outer lips were covered with kinky black hair. That really turned him 
on, too. Plain white-woman sex was something that he could get from Shirley 
any day of the week. But when he wanted a real fuck, he wanted something 
good and exotic. 

O'Brian took a deep whiff through his nostrils. He thought that sniffing a 
cunt was just about as much fun as licking one. Sure enough, this hot little 
fox had a female odor that had his cock really aching for another come, even 
though it had had one only a few minutes before. One thing about O'Brian, he 
never had any trouble getting a second shot off. 

He slid his tongue out of his mouth and pressed it against one of the soft 
brown labia. Carla gave a low moan of pleasure. Then he ran the tip of his 
tongue the whole length of her cunt. He flicked it lightly against Carla's 
cuntlips, and for a moment he thought that she was going to start coming 
right then and there. Her hips shuddered, and she gave a loud gasp. 

Guess I'd better be careful with that trigger of hers, he thought. After 
all, I paid for this, so I'd better make it last. 

He slid his tongue back towards her open, inviting hole. Then he ran it 
between the cuntlips, deep into the vagina. She was warm and wet and tight. 
He figured that was all he could ask for in a woman. His balls were really 
ready for another come. He wanted to put his hand on his cock, but he fought 
down the temptation to do that. If he could always manage a second shot 
without any trouble, a third one was usually quite a bit more difficult. And 
if he felt himself going off, he might have a hell of a hard time getting 
his money back from the girl. 

He pressed his tongue against the inside of the twat, then pulled it quickly 
back into his mouth, so as to carry as much pussyjuice along with it as he 
could. 

Shit, does that ever taste fine, he thought as he savored the female 
lubricant. It felt so fine on his taste-buds that he sent his tongue back 
looking for more. 

"Oh, man, lick me baby! Lick me!" Carla gasped. She wasn't putting him on, 
either. The feeling of his tongue sliding back and forth inside her was 
really something. 

O'Brian knew that what really turned chicks on was action on the cunt-lips 
though, so after sliding his tongue up into her one more time, he pulled it 
out slowly until just the tip of it was still inside. He used the tip to 
pull the entrance to her twat in different directions. After that, he 
slipped the tongue-tip all the way- out and started to slide it towards her 
clit. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Carla gasped as she felt the tongue get closer and closer to 
her fun-button. 

O'Brian knew that she wanted her clit licked, and he also knew that nothing 
turns chicks on like a bit of frustration. So she was going to have to wait 
a while to get her trigger pulled. He inched his tongue up towards it, and 
then right at the moment she thought he was going to lick her clit, he 
pulled the tongue out again, sliding it the whole way back towards her 
vagina. 

Carla shuddered with disappointment and excitement. She felt the tongue come 
creeping back up towards her clit. It was almost on it. Her whole body 
tensed for the come. She knew that the instant she felt the tongue on her 
come-knob she would be coming, and coming really hard. 

Again, O'Brian pulled his tongue away. 

"Hey ... man ... I can't stand it!" she gasped. 

This time he let her have what she wanted. He inched his tongue tip up to 
her clit, and then after pausing for a second so that she couldn't tell what 
it was that he was going to do, he suddenly pressed his tongue right against 
it. 

"AHHHHH! Coming! I'm COMING!" she groaned as wave after wave of frantic 
female fuck-joy washed through her. Her muscles exploded in a wild series of 
spasms that sent her crotch slamming against O'Brian's face. He didn't care. 
He just pressed his lips against her burning brown labia and rode with the 
punch. 

"Uhhh! Uhhhh! UHHHHHH!" 

One final spasm, and she lay there on the bed gasping like a beached whale. 

"You really know how to use that tongue of yours, big boy," she said. 

O'Brian didn't have time to worry about getting compliments. All he knew was 
that he had to get his cock into that tight little twat of hers, and he had 
to get it in there now. There were no two ways about it. He pulled himself 
up on top of her while she still gasped and panted for breath. 

His cock really needed action, and that is what he was going to give it, but 
that didn't mean he was going to neglect Carla's tits. He took the soft, 
black globes in his hands and squeezed them. She was really sensitive there, 
and she gave a gasp. He pressed the nipples between his fingers, and they 
swelled up right away. He glanced at them. The way they were brown instead 
of pink like his wife's nipples really turned him on. 

He pressed the head of his cock against the girl's cuntlips, which parted to 
let it slip into her. He felt her quiver with excitement as he filled her up 
with his male hardness. 

In he went an inch at a time, taking it easy. This was too good to rush. He 
figured that there might be something in the world better than the feeling 
of a good tight twat around his cock, but he had never found it. 

He paused for a second, and then started to lay his strokes into her, one 
after another, picking up speed as he went. 

His cock was good and hard and he knew his stuff. Every stroke he gave her 
pressed her cuntlips against her throbbing clit. She gave a series of 
high-pitched little squeaks as she felt how he rammed his cock into her. 

In! Out! In! Out! 

Man, does this feel fine! he thought. His forehead was covered with sweat as 
he drove his prick into her, and all his muscles were tense and ready to 
fire. 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

They were almost there ... almost ... almost ... 

"Make me come, baby! Make me come!" she pleaded. Her head tossed from side 
to side on the pillow as she felt him get her pussy so hot it was about to 
melt. 

A couple more strokes would do it. He was sure of that. 

One! 

Two! 

Three! The girl trembled on the brink of her come. He pulled his rod way 
back, so that only the head of it was still inside her. Then he started to 
slide home again, burying his cock in her inch by inch. 

"Gotta come! Gotta!" she moaned. 

Half wav in ... two thirds ... three fourths ... 

Then he was shooting, and shooting hard. His balls still had plenty of spunk 
to give her, and they shot it way up into her heaving, trembling body. 

"Oh MAN! I'm COMING-COMING-COMING!" she half-screamed, and her cunt clutched 
spasmodically at his prick as the orgasm plowed through her. 

"Can't stand it! CAN'T!" 

One final spasm, and she was done. So was he, and the two of them lay there 
with their sex organs locked together. Both of them were breathing heavily. 
It had been a fine come for both of them. 

Finally O'Brian pulled his dork out of her. He figured that he had better 
get back to the firehouse. His lunch hour ended five minutes ago. Well, he 
didn't mind getting a chewing out from the sergeant in exchange for a fuck 
like the one he'd just had. He figured that he'd sure as hell gotten his 
money's worth. 

"Come again, big boy," Carla said as he headed out the door. As he 
disappeared down the stairs, she thought, not for the first time since she'd 
taken up whoring, I get paid for this'? 

There weren't any fires that afternoon, and he knew he sure as hell better 
not get into any card games. It was going to be hard enough explaining to 
Shirley that he was seventy bucks short. 

That's a lot of money, he thought, but God damn, was it ever worth it! Those 
black chicks know how to screw like nobody's business! If only blacks would 
be content with just screwing and not muscle in on white folks' turf. 

"Hey, Pete," he said to one of the other firemen, "did you hear anything on 
the radio?" 

"Yeah, it looks like things aren't going too bad," Pete said. "No one got 
beat up or anything." 

They were talking about the first day of school. Boston started busing under 
Federal order last year, and there had been a lot of hassles. He hoped it 
wouldn't be that bad this year. 

His twelve-year-old daughter, Suzy, was going to be attending a public 
school this year. She was too old for the parochial elementary school any 
more, and there wasn't any room in the parochial junior high. 

Why the fuck can't they just stay in their own neighborhoods, he wondered. 
In their own neighborhoods and on Washington Street. 

When he got off duty he headed straight home. He had to find out if there'd 
been any trouble. 

"Hi, Daddy," Suzy said, opening the door for him. "I'd like you to meet a 
new friend." 

Jesus Christ, the kid's as black as the ace of spades, O'Brian thought as 
his daughter introduced her new playmate, Samantha. Kind of a cute kid 
though, he had to admit. Kind of ripe looking for her age ... He felt his 
prick give a little twinge in his pants. He couldn't help wondering what it 
would be like to have sex with a twelve-year-old black girl. 

O'Brian tried to be friendly with Samantha. He didn't like the idea of 
blacks in his daughter's school or as his daughter's friends, but he didn't 
like to hurt anyone's feelings, either. Samantha had big brown eyes and a 
dazzling smile. She also had a pair of tits that were just starting to bud 
out against her dress. He could guess what it would be like to cup and 
fondle those little tits. The thought of what those little brown nipples 
must be like made his cock swell up some more. In fact, he was afraid the 
girls would notice the bulge that his cock was making against his pants. 

"I guess I gotta go now," Samantha said. 

"It's kind of hard to get from here to Roxbury by bus isn't it?" O'Brian 
asked. 

"I guess I'll manage." 

"I'll give you a lift if you like," he said. He didn't give a fuck about how 
much trouble it was for Samantha to get home. But he knew he wanted to spend 
some more time with her. She really turned him on. 

He kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as he drove, and that 
made him make a wrong turn so that he ended up among the deserted warehouses 
on the near side of the Fort Point Channel. 

"God damn," he said, as he found himself heading into a dead end. That part 
of town was a real rabbit warren. Then it occurred to him that this was too 
good an opportunity to miss. His cock had known what it wanted to do with 
Samantha ever since he first saw her. It was just his brain that had been a 
little bit slow to admit it. 

"Hey, Samantha, how'd you like to earn five bucks?" 

"I ain't for sale, honky," she said. 

O'Brian blushed and started to stammer. She had really called his bluff. 

"You white folk, you just don't have any respect for us. It's a real 
bummer." 

"Samantha, I ... " He knew he had made a fool of himself. He wheeled the car 
around in the cobbled alley. 

"Of course," she said, "if you asked me nicely if I'd enjoy having some fun 
with you, that would be something else." 

She grinned. It was obvious that she enjoyed teasing him like this. But 
she'd had sex a week earlier with a boy a year older than she was, and she 
was eager to find out what it was like with a grown man. And maybe it would 
be really different with a honky. 

"Okay, Samantha," O'Brian said, "you win. I'm sorry I offered you money. Now 
would you like to have a fuck?" 

She pulled her dress up around her waist. He pressed his fingers against her 
panties and forced the nylon against her pussy. He felt it get wetter and 
wetter as he worked her twat over. 

His cock was really hungry for action, too. The fuck with the girl on 
Washington Street had been six hours before. He pulled the zipper down and 
then worked his pants off. 

"Hey, isn't that fine," Samantha said. "How come it's that funny pink 
color?" 

"That's the way it's made. That's the way my skin is." 

"Well, I guess you can't have everything," she said with a grin, "I mean, it 
would look a lot nicer if it was a nice chocolate brown instead of that 
fish-belly color, but it looks good and stiff." 

O'Brian didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or hit her. He wasn't used to 
taking sass from Blacks, but he had to admit she was a hell of a cute kid. 

He unbuttoned Samantha's blouse and fondled her tits through the bra she had 
on. There wasn't much to them, but that was what turned him on. He's never 
fucked a twelve-year-old girl before. He got the bra off and ran his 
fingertips over the smooth brown skin of her tits. The nipples were still 
really undeveloped and little-girlish. He ran his fingers back and forth 
across them. They looked girlish, but they were able to respond like a 
woman's nipples. He felt them swell up under his touch. He leaned forward 
and took the right nipple in his mouth. 

Shit, he thought, a thirty-six-year-old man slicking a twelve-year-old 
girl's nipples. Talk about screwy. 

Screwy, but nice enough to have his cock throbbing with come-need. The 
little girl was stroking it with her fingers, and he knew that it wouldn't 
take much more of that before he was shooting. 

He wormed his fingers up her vagina. He noticed the maidenhead was gone. He 
wondered if that was an accident, or if she'd already been screwed. 

"Okay," he said, "let's fuck." 

He tried to get on top of her, but the steering wheel was in the way. He 
hadn't fucked in a car since he was in his teens and he remembered those 
fucks had been pretty cramped and uncomfortable. 

"I've got a better idea," he said. He opened the door and got out. 

"Don't you want to fuck?" Samantha asked. Her clit was really eager for 
action now, and her cunt was so wet that when she rubbed her legs together 
there was a squishing sound. 

"Sure I want to fuck. Now get out of the car." 

The little black girl did so. He led around to the trunk and bent her over 
it, so that her tits were resting against it. The alley was long and the car 
blocked the view of what they were doing from anyone who might come along. 
And no one ever came to this part of town. 

Samantha quivered with excitement as she stood there bent over the car. She 
felt a draft on her exposed pussy. O'Brian reached between her legs from 
behind, and pressed his fingers against her cunt. He wormed his forefinger 
up into it. 

"Feel nice?" 

Samantha thought it felt very nice, but she wasn't going to let this honky 
get the drop on her. 

"It's okay," she said, "but let's see if that pink prick of yours feels as 
funny as it looks." 

Coming from a grown woman, that kind of remark would have enraged and 
humiliated him. From a little girl, it was just funny. And he admired her 
sass. He was determined to show her just how fucking good his prick could 
feel, though. 

He slid the cock between her buttocks and into her cunt. She was really 
tight, and gave a little squeal as she felt him force apart the walls of her 
immature little pussy. She was already wet, though, and he knew that there 
wouldn't be any major friction problem if he took things slowly. O'Brian 
began to work his dork in and out of her, while the child's hips gave 
instinctive little quivering counter-thrusts. He had his hands between her 
newly-budding tits and the car trunk. He pressed his fingers against the 
nipples, and kneaded the soft brown mounds. Her shoulders quivered with 
excitement as she felt how he worked over her breasts. 

Fuck, is this fine! he thought as he pistoned her twat, slamming his dork 
into her faster and faster. Her cunt was soaking wet now, and that meant 
that there was no friction problem left at all. He could go as fast as he 
wanted, and that was fast. 

Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh fuck you, honky! Fuck! Fuck! she thought. Her back muscles 
were so tight they felt like they were going to snap her spine in two. Her 
cunt clutched hard at the cock every time it rammed into her. She didn't 
want him to take his dork away from her. 

Come minus ten and counting ... 

They were right on the brink ... Really hanging fire. 

O'Brian shoved one last stroke into the little black girl, so hard that the 
tip of his cock pressed against the entrance to her womb. 

BINGO! That was it! His prick heaved and shuddered as it poured its load of 
sperm into her, and her body writhed and wriggled like a hooked fish as the 
orgasm hit her. 

"Ah! Ahhhh! AHHHHHHHHH!" Samantha's voice rose in pitch to a near-scream as 
all of her pent-up come need ripped loose at once. They were both coming 
together, and coming really hard. It really felt fine to have a tight little 
twat clutching at his dork like this, and he wasn't in any hurry to go soft, 
either. 

She liked the feeling just as much as he did. 

"Hey, honky, can you give me another one?" she said. 

His cock was still stiff, and O'Brian wasn't the kind of guy to ignore a 
challenge like that, least of all from a twelve-year-old-girl. 

"Yeah, but we'll try a different position." He pulled his rod out of her and 
led her around to the front seat of the car. He pushed her down so that her 
back was on the seat. The door was open, and her ass was right on the seat 
edge, with her legs resting on the cobblestones. He figured that the open 
door would shield them a little. 

O'Brian got on top of her, his knees resting on the door sill. The sill cut 
them a little but he didn't mind something like that as long as he was going 
to get some more twelve-year-old black pussy. 

Shit, he thought, twelve-year-old whiskey is the best. Why not the same for 
girls. 

His cock was hard enough for him to be able to stick it in right away if he 
wanted to, but he didn't see any reason to rush things. He hadn't had a 
chance to get a really good look at those immature tits yet, and he figured 
that they would be well worth checking out. The way she was lying on her 
back, they were so flattened out against her chest as to be almost 
invisible. Almost, but not quite. They formed a slight swelling that was an 
awful lot softer than the surrounding chest. 

He's already sucked on one of the nipples, but that was something he figured 
he couldn't get too much of. He took one of them in his mouth and pulled on 
it with his lips. His cock shuddered with excitement as he felt how the 
nipple swelled up between his lips. He used his fingers to work the nub into 
a similar state of excitement. 

She gave a little moan of pleasure, and he slid his hand slowly down her 
chest and across her tight belly, heading towards her pussy. Her whole body 
trembled as his finger got closer to her crotch. 

He kept expecting to run into pubic hair. The first time they fucked, he'd 
been too worked up to notice that she didn't have any yet. This time, he did 
notice, and that made his prick stiffen up even more. He rubbed his fingers 
against her cuntlips and then he took his cock in his hand and stroked the 
fleshy knob back and forth across the dainty cuntflesh. 

"Fuck me, honky," she said. 

He pressed hard with his cock, and it slid again into her tight pussy. He 
bucked furiously with his hips, driving his pole into her steamy little love 
hole while her tender young body quivered with excitement. 

Cock! Cunt! Cock! Cunt! 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

He felt the muscles in his legs tense, and he felt the little girl tense 
under him as his pounding piston worked her pussy into a glowing hot tunnel 
of fuck-need. 

His cock shuddered once, then started to shoot. Samantha's orgasm hit her 
the instant the little black girl felt his sperm spatter up against the 
entrance to her womb and felt his cock start to tremble between her tight 
pussy-lips. 

COME! COME! COME! They both unwound in a series of shuddering jerks that 
felt like they were going to tear both their sex organs to shreds! 

"So fine ... so fucking fine ... " the girl sighed as the orgasm left her. 

O'Brian figured that maybe this school integration business wasn't going to 
be so bad after all. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Boy, that Mr. Hubbell sure is good-looking," Suzy said to Samantha as the 
two twelve-year-old girls stood in the playground during recess. Mr. Hubbell 
was their history teacher. 

"You're not kidding," Samantha said. "But of course looks aren't everything. 
Sometimes a guy is all looks and nothing else." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean, he just can't hack it when it comes down to the important stuff." 

"The important stuff?" 

"Sure, you know, fucking. That's a real drag, when you're all hot and ready 
to go,' and the guy can't manage to keep his prick stiff." 

Suzy was really wide-eyed. She'd been brought up really strictly, and though 
she had a theoretical idea of what fucking was about, she'd never met a girl 
who admitted to doing it. 

Samantha didn't have half the experience she was pretending to have. She'd 
only had two fuck-sessions in her life, one with the neighborhood boy who 
had popped her cherry, and the other with Suzy's father. But she'd heard 
from an older cousin that sometimes guys weren't able to keep their dicks 
stiff, and she wanted to impress her new friend with how experienced and 
worldly-wise she was. "You've really been fucked?" Suzy asked. 

"Course," Samantha said. 

"What's it like?" 

"Fan-tastic!" And Samantha started to describe the two fucks she had had. 
The girl didn't mention that one of them was Suzy's father, however. She 
felt that that might shock her friend. 

As she listened to Samantha's description of what it was like for a girl to 
have a hunk of good, hard cock slamming back and forth in her pussy, Suzy 
felt herself getting more and more turned on. She'd been thinking a lot 
about boys and sex in the last few months, and she was fascinated by this 
first-person account from a girl who had actually done some fucking. 

She decided to try and find out for herself just exactly what it was like. 

There was a black boy in her class whom she'd been paying a lot of attention 
to without really knowing why. She decided that he might be a good person to 
teach her about sex. Her father sometimes said mean things about blacks, but 
Samantha was a nice person, and Suzy figured that if she was going to do one 
forbidden thing, she might as well do two. 

During recess, instead of seeking out Samantha, Suzy went and found the boy. 

"Hi," she said. 

"Hi." He sounded kind of shy. She had been hoping for a real stud who would 
show her what the score was. 

"My name's Suzy." 

"I'm Alex." 

They chatted for a while, without Suzy being able to figure out how to say 
what she wanted. Then she decided she'd better just come out with it. 

"Do you like sex?" 

"Sure, of course I like sex. There ain't a man alive who don't," Alex said. 
In fact, at the age of twelve, he wasn't going to admit to this girl that he 
had never fucked, though that was the case. 

He felt his cock start to swell up against his crotch. This little honky 
sure was good-looking. He'd felt self-conscious for some time about the fact 
that he hadn't had a girl yet. This one would be a good place to start. She 
sure seemed to want some prick. 

Suzy hesitated a moment, and then said, blushing, "Would you like some? I 
mean, would you like to have some now?" 

"Let's go," said Alex, trying to sound a lot more manly and forceful than he 
felt. He had an older brother who was counted as one of the biggest studs in 
Roxbury, and Alex tried to model himself after him. 

"Go where?" 

Alex thought a minute. Then he said, "I don't think Room 202 is used this 
period. That's where I have science. I went back there to get my books once 
and it was empty." 

They headed there. Sure enough, the room was empty. 

"Okay baby," Alex said, trying to sound tough and self-assured like his 
brother, "get on top of the desk." 

Suzy sat down on the teacher's desk. The little girl's heart was pounding 
like mad. She wasn't sure that this was such a good idea after all. At the 
same time, though, she was really curious to find out what a fuck would be 
like. 

If Samantha can do it, so can I, she thought. 

She lay back on the broad desk, and Alex worked her skirt up around her 
waist. He noticed that her panties were all wet. He wondered if that meant 
she had pissed in them. They didn't smell like piss, though. He was so 
inexperienced that he didn't know about cunt-juice. 

He pulled the panties away from her twat, and gazed at it. She had a nice 
pair of soft, pink labia, and a hard little clit poking out from between 
them. He hadn't ever seen a cunt before, but after looking at this one, he 
decided that he was going to make it his business to see as many more in the 
future as he possibly could. 

His cock was just screaming to be let out of his pants, and the boy 
unzipped. As he pulled his pants and underpants down, his thing bobbed free. 
Suzy gave a little shiver of excitement as she saw how long and hard and 
black it was. She was going to have that up her cunt soon! The thought made 
her really nervous, but it turned her on, too. 

Alex hadn't fucked before, but he knew that he was supposed to stick his 
cock into the girl's cunt and slide it back and forth. Hopefully nature 
would take care of the rest. 

Suzy remembered what Samantha had said about how some guys weren't able to 
keep their cocks stiff during a fuck. Alex's cock sure looked good and hard. 

Alex got on top of her, and pressed his cock-tip against her maidenhead. The 
membrane puzzled him. He didn't know that virgins were supposed to be sealed 
up like that. 

He pressed the cock forward, and Suzy gave a little gasp. He didn't want to 
hurt her, but he didn't want to admit to her that he didn't know what the 
score was. 

"You ever fucked before?" he asked, trying to sound casual. 

"No," she said. 

"Then I gotta check you out. When you fuck with a girl who ain't ever had 
sex before, you got to check her out first. That's the way it always is." 

The little black boy got off of her and peered at Suzy's pink twat. Sure 
enough, there was a membrane covering her vagina. He hadn't noticed it 
before, but that was what was getting in the way. It didn't look too solid, 
though, and it had a hole in it. He figured that maybe that was the way 
girls came packaged. 

Alex got back aboard, and positioned his cock once more. Then he gave a 
really hard shove with his hips. 

"Ouch!" Suzy cried as she felt the hard cock punch into her virginal little 
pussy. She soon forgot the pain, though, as she felt how nice it was to have 
her twat filled up with the boy's hard dick. She sort of jiggled her hips to 
try and increase the pressure. 

Alex felt his heart pound like crazy. He had been really nervous when he 
shoved his penis in, afraid that he might be really hurting her. But even 
though Suzy had given that little cry, he could tell from the look on her 
face that she felt happy now. There couldn't be any permanent damage done. 

He pulled his cock back really slowly and carefully. He'd beaten off plenty 
of times before, and he knew what his prick felt like when it wanted to 
come. Well, it felt like that now. He knew he was going to have to take 
things kind of easy or everything would be over before it started. 

He slid his cock back in again, nice and easy. Suzy gave a little sigh of 
contentment as she felt how it plowed into her. She felt so filled, so 
possessed, so female. She was glad that Samantha had told her about fucking. 
She wouldn't have ever dared try it if it hadn't been for her new black 
friend. 

Alex had his hands against her titties and was squeezing and caressing them. 
He noticed how her nipples, which he kept on tugging and pinching, swelled 
up more and more. Suzy sighed happily as they did so, and he figured that 
that must be another natural part of the way women responded. He was 
learning a lot. 

At first his hips moved in a kind of awkward, clumsy way. But he had a good 
instinct for fucking, and soon he was laying his cock into her with fine, 
rhythmic strokes, sliding it on the film of pussy juice that her cunt was 
busy producing. She was really wet and squishy, and getting wetter and 
squishier every second. Well, he figured that that had to be another natural 
feature of females. He'd never guessed before just how complicated they 
were. 

Buck! Buck Buck! He laid his rod into her faster and faster, working his 
hips like mad, stirring up her joyhole with the powerful beat of his aching 
cock. His balls were pulled up tight against the root of his prick, really 
hungry to fire their load into the hot little honky twat that he was working 
with his whanger. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Feels so good! Oh! Ohhh!" 

Suzy's face was covered with little beads of perspiration as she felt every 
thrust of his cock pull her cuntlips across her throbbing clit. Her back 
tried to arch under his weight as he pounded away inside her. 

His cock felt like it was going to burst. He'd had it feeling hard and horny 
between his fingers before, but that sure as shit wasn't anything like this. 

Gush! Gush! Gush! He felt gob after gob of jism go shooting down the length 
of his prick and into her hot little fun-hole. And the second Suzy felt his 
hard male rod quiver and pulse inside her, her cunt started to come too. 

BRRRRRRRRRRRT! All the come-need that was pent up in her body ripped loose 
at once like a burst of machine-gun fire. Her pussy clutched frantically at 
the boy's cock, and the two of them moaned and trembled together as their 
sex-organs came, and came, and came! 

He pulled his cock out of her, and she thrilled to see the long thread of 
spunk that was dangling from it. In fact, that spunk looked so good that she 
couldn't help wanting to taste it. She slipped off the desk and bent over 
his cock. She took the rod in her hands and slipped it into her mouth. She 
didn't know anything about blow-jobs. All she knew was that she wanted to 
taste some of-that sperm that was trailing from it. 

As soon as she had his cock in her mouth though, she discovered just what a 
turn-on that was. She started sucking instinctively, and Alex felt his cock 
start to stiffen up again. It had not gone completely soft after the fuck, 
and it didn't take too much of Suzy's mouth-action to put starch back into 
it. 

She slid her mouth around so that the tip of his cock brushed against its 
roof. She pressed her lips against the shaft and slid them up and down. Alex 
closed his eyes and enjoyed the action. He'd heard something about girls 
sucking prick. He remembered once overhearing a discussion between his 
brother and another dude about what was more fun-having a fox suck your 
prick or getting it into her twat. Alex couldn't decide for himself at the 
moment, that was for sure. The fuck had been great, but the way Suzy was 
working his dick with her mouth was driving him straight out of his 
ever-loving mind. 

His cock was as hard as ever now, and she sucked like crazy. She pressed her 
tongue against that part of the shaft that was inside her and rubbed the tip 
of the cock against the back of her mouth. 

His cock quivered and started to shoot, and they were both surprised by how 
much spunk he still had left to give her. The stuff went gushing into her in 
a series of powerful spurts. She felt it splatter against the back of her 
tongue, felt it dribble down her throat ... and he was still firing away. 

She slid her tongue back and forth over the prick as it lay in her mouth. He 
was softening up now, but she figured that that was probably how it was 
supposed to be. He'd kept his cock stiff for two good comes, and though Suzy 
didn't know much about the subject, she figured that that had to be a good 
performance. 

"Good God!" 

Suzy turned her head quickly, pulling her lips off of the boy's cock. Miss 
Perkins, her geometry teacher, was standing in the doorway. 

Alex hurriedly stuffed his prick into his pants, but there was no way of 
hiding from Miss Perkins what it was that they'd been up to. She'd obviously 
seen that Suzy had her mouth around a black boy's prick. 

"You get out of here," she said to Alex. "I'll deal with you later." 

"Yes ma'am," Alex murmured. He figured that it was going to be bad trouble. 
He remembered his folks telling him about what used to happen to blacks in 
the South when they had sex with white people. He knew there wasn't any 
danger of that happening here in Boston, but he also knew that these South 
Boston honkies were pretty uptight, and that he could expect to get some 
real hassles. 

"Suzy," Miss Perkins said after Alex had left and closed the door behind 
him, "how could you do such a thing?" 

"I dunno," she murmured, looking at the floor. The twelve-year-old girl 
embarrassed that someone had seen her sucking a boy's prick. And she was 
afraid that Miss Perkins was going to tell her father. Her father was always 
telling her how a nice girl should "save herself for marriage." He would hit 
the ceiling when he learned that she had been sucking a boy's prick. And 
when he learned that it was a black boy's! She couldn't bear to think about 
what his reaction was going to be. 

"Really Suzy," said Miss Perkins, "I wouldn't have imagined that you would 
get up to such things. And with a black boy, too!" 

"Why does that matter!" Suzy said, suddenly speaking up. She thought it was 
really dumb the way people like her father and Miss Perkins were always down 
on black people. The only ones she'd ever known had been nice. 

"Of course it doesn't," Miss Perkins said hastily. She didn't want word of 
her prejudice to get around, since with the atmosphere in the Boston schools 
the way it was, the safest attitude was one of strict neutrality. "It's just 
that I was so shocked to see you | doing that with a boy that I couldn't 
help also being surprised that you were doing it with a boy ... from a 
-different neighborhood." 

Suzy knew exactly what she meant. One thing about Miss Perkins' hypocrisy 
was that it made her feel a lot less ashamed about being caught in the act. 

"Are you going to tell my father?" she asked. 

"I'm not sure. That would get you in a lot of trouble, wouldn't it?" 

"It really would." 

"And I wouldn't want to get you in trouble. After all, you're really a nice 
girl. A very nice girl." 

Suzy suddenly noticed just how close to her face Miss Perkins was holding 
her own. She could smell the teacher's perfume. It made her feel nervous to 
have Miss Perkins so close to her. She trembled slightly. 

"There's no need to tremble, dear," Miss Perkins ! said softly. "There isn't 
any reason to be afraid." And she started to stroke Suzy's cheek with her 
fingers. 

That made Suzy tremble even more. She knew that women weren't supposed to do 
that to girls. But it felt good, too. There was something very gentle about 
the way in which Miss Perkins was stroking her cheek. 

"No, I don't think I'm going to tell your lather," she whispered. 

Suddenly, Suzy felt the pressure of the teacher's fingers on her pussy. She 
gasped. 

"Hush, nothing's going to happen to you," Miss Perkins said. "Nothing that 
isn't nice, anyway." 

Miss Perkins pulled Suzy's panties down, and then pressed against the tender 
young female flesh. Then the teacher knelt in front of the young girl, her 
face close to Suzy's pussy. 

Suzy wondered what Miss Perkins was going to do. She felt the folder woman's 
breath on her cuntlips. 

Miss Perkins studied the delicate little twat. She noticed that there was 
still almost no hair on it at all. Just the lightest little down. That was 
how she liked them-good and young. As far as she was concerned, pubescent 
girls were so nice that she couldn't for the life of her figure out why any 
women ever wasted their time with anything else. 

She slid her tongue out of her mouth and pressed it against the cuntlips. 
Suzy shuddered with pleasure. There was something very light and gentle 
about Miss Perkins' touch. And even though Suzy knew that she shouldn't be 
letting the teacher do this to her, she didn't mind. After all, she'd 
already given a boy a fuck, and sucked his prick. She figured that today was 
going to be the day that she broke all the rules. 

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! The geometry teacher licked at her cunt like a cat 
licking cream. 

Miss Perkins felt her own clit start to throb with excitement. This little 
Suzy had one of the nicest twats that she'd licked in quite a while. It had 
a lovely girlish smell, too, and as Suzy got wetter and wetter, the smell 
got stronger. Miss Perkins inhaled deeply through her nostrils so as to not 
miss any of the teenage girl's female odor. 

The teacher slid her tongue up into Suzy's twat and pressed the tip of it 
against the slick cunt walls. Then she pulled it out and began to rub the 
pink cuntlips really hard. 

Her own cunt was just screaming for attention and she placed her hand on it, 
pressing her fingers against her pussy-lips. Her hips shuddered with 
excitement. As for her titties, they were so swollen that they almost felt 
painful inside her bra. 

She flicked her tongue quickly against Suzy's clit and the girl just about 
exploded with the force of the come that hit her. She bucked and heaved as 
the orgasm raced up and down her spine and up and down her throbbing cunt. 
And Miss Perkins was still licking at her, still going at her tender twat 
with that nimble tongue of hers. 

Right at the moment that she felt Suzy start to come, Miss Perkins pressed 
her fingers against her own clit, and her pent-up pussy responded instantly. 
Even though her cunt felt so sensitive that it could hardly bear to be 
touched, she poked really hard at it, and her large, womanly hips trembled 
and shook in time to the motions of Suzy's slender girlish ones. 

Even after Suzy had finished coming, Miss Perkins could hardly bear to take 
her mouth away from the girl's pussy, it was so dainty and feminine and 
exciting. 

Miss Perkins slid her lips back and forth across her cuntlips a couple more 
times, and then finally got up, She didn't want someone to walk in on her 
like she had walked in on Suzy and Alex. 

"I've got to go now, Suzy," Miss Perkins said, "but just remember that any 
time you want to have more fun with me, you can." 

Suzy didn't know what to think of what had just happened. It sure seemed 
funny to have been having sex with a grown-up lady. But there was no getting 
around what a turn-on it had been, too. 

Recess was almost over, so she had to wait until school .was out to tell 
Samantha what had happened. Samantha would have normally been bused to 
Roxbury, but she liked walking with Suzy, and she could use a public bus and 
subway to get home. Or maybe Suzy's father would give her another lift. 
Samantha remembered just how good that big prick of his had felt inside her. 
She wasn't sure that she could enjoy sex with a honky so much, but there was 
no question about how fine his cock was. 

"So what happened after Miss Perkins found you?" Samantha asked. 

"She told me not to worry, and then she kissed me." 

"She kissed you?" 

"Uh huh." 

"I've heard of guy teachers kissing girls, but I sure haven't heard of women 
doing it." There were still some gaps in Samantha's knowledge of sex. 

"Well, she did, and that's not all. She licked my cunny." 

"Wow." 

Samantha was genuinely impressed. Here she had thought that she had it all 
over Suzy as far as sexual experience was concerned, and Suzy had gone and 
clone something she'd never heard of-she'd had her twat licked by a woman. 

"What was it like?" Samantha asked. 

"It was kind of nice." 

"Could you show me?" the twelve-year-old black girl asked. She prided 
herself on knowing about sex, and she figured that this was something she 
had better add to her store of knowledge. 

"I guess so," Suzy said. In fact, the little girl was really eager to find 
out what it was like. She had had Miss Perkins' tongue on her twat. And she 
had really enjoyed that. But Miss Perkins seemed to have enjoyed licking her 
twat as much as Suzy had enjoyed having it licked. 

At Suzy's house, the two girls were alone. Neither Suzy's mother or father 
had gotten off work yet. The two girls ran giggling up to Suzy's room. They 
both felt it was a real adventure to try some sex together. Both of their 
little clits were throbbing with excitement, and their nipples were swollen 
up against their A-cup bras. 

They pulled each other's clothes off in a hurry and Samantha lay back on the 
bed. Suzy positioned her mouth next to her friend's cunt, trying to remember 
just how Miss Perkins had done things. 

Samantha's twat looked good and appetizing, and instinct took over. Suzy 
sent her tongue darting across the brown cuntlips and Samantha felt a bolt 
of lightning shooting up her spine. 

Lick! Lick! Lick! 

"Hey, is that ever fine!" Samantha said as Suzy's tongue moved faster and 
faster, licking up more and more of her pussy fluid, but still not quite 
able to take care of all the stuff that her hot little box was secreting. 

Suzy thought that doing the licking was just about as good. She'd never 
gotten a chance to see a cunt close up before, or to find out how one 
smelled or tasted. 

"Hey," Samantha said, "I've got an idea. Wait a moment." 

Suzy stopped licking, and Samantha repositioned herself on the bed so that 
her own face was right next to Suzy's cunt. Then the two girls both started 
licking. 

Oh, wow, Suzy thought. This double action is the best sex I've gotten so 
far. The little girl had a nice, wet cunt on the end of her tongue, and 
other girl's tongue working her over between the legs. Both girls had their 
hands on each other's thighs and their faces thrust really close to each 
other's twats. 

Suzy felt like she was just about to come. She hoped that she and Samantha 
would come at the same time. 

They did. Just as Samantha felt the first wave of her orgasm hit her, she 
pressed her tongue against Suzy's clit. She knew from her own experience 
fucking and beating off just what a sensitive spot that was on a girl. 

Both girls rocked and heaved on the bed as the come blazed through their 
tender young bodies. They kept their faces glued to each other's cunts, 
their tongues darting back and forth across each other's cuntlips. 

Finally, they were both done. Suzy gave & final lick at Samantha's pussy, 
and lifted her face away from it. 

"Man, that's really something." 

"You're telling me," Samantha said. 

"How do you think it compares with sex with a guy?" 

"That's pretty good too." 

Both girls secretly hoped that they preferred sex with men, but neither one 
was sure. 

"I guess we'd better call it quits," Suzy said. "My Dad is going to be home 
before too long." 

And, in fact, it was only about fifteen minutes later that O'Brian came in 
the door. He felt a moment's annoyance at seeing that his daughter was still 
hanging around with that black girl, but his annoyance dissolved as he 
thought how he would be able to give Samantha another ride home. 

This time, it was no accident when O'Brian turned off the causeway and down 
among the warehouses. His cock pressed hard against his pants as the car 
bounced over the cobblestones and the disused railroad tracks set in them. 
He found another blind alley like the one he had used the day before. 

He was going to start fucking Samantha, when she bent down and kissed his 
cock through his pants. She was really curious to see what oral sex with a 
man was like after sampling it with a girl. 

O'Brian guessed what it was that she had on her mind-and he didn't have an 
objection in the world. As far as he was concerned, having a girl's lips on 
his cock was just about as good as having her cunt around it. 

Samantha pulled his zipper down and then worked his cock clear of his 
underpants. It was already swollen to beat hell. 

She stroked it lightly with her fingertips. She'd never felt a cock in her 
hand before, but her instinct for sex came to her rescue. The little black 
girl knew how much her pussy liked light, tantalizing action, and she 
figured that the same thing was probably true about a man's cock. 

The two of them were still sitting in the car. With Samantha sitting next to 
him and bending over his crotch, there wasn't the same kind of problem of 
space that there was with a regular fuck. O'Brian just had his legs 
stretched out in front of him, his feet between the pedals. 

Samantha felt her clit throb with excitement as she examined his cock. The 
long, hard prick and the balls were so totally different from anything that 
a girl had. They were nice. She took the balls in her mouth and started to 
suck on them. 

"Mmm, keep it up," O'Brian groaned. He liked having his balls sucked on. Not 
that they were sensitive in the way that his prick was sensitive, but he 
figured that having them in a female mouth was a nice way to start things 
off. 

After a while, the girl slipped her mouth off of his balls and started to 
lick at his cock, giving it big licks that ran all the way from the root of 
the thing to the knob on the end. Soon his whole cock was glistening with 
saliva. She found out from the way he responded, just how sensitive the 
place where his knob and shaft joined was, so she gave that special 
attention. 

"Careful, or you'll have me shooting all over your face instead of into your 
mouth," he said as he felt the girl's tongue tip press against his cock. 

She slipped her mouth around his prick and began to suck on it, pulling with 
the lips at the spot where the knob and shaft joined. 

Splat! A gob of sperm hit the roof of her mouth, followed by another, and 
another, and another as O'Brian started to come, and come really hard. His 
cock pumped and pumped, unloading into her like crazy while his body 
shivered with excitement. 

Soon her mouth was full of sperm. She slipped her lips from his cock, being 
careful not to spill any of his semen. She tilted her head back and opened 
her mouth so that he could see the pool of sperm glistening between her 
teeth. Then she swallowed it with a gulp. 

"I guess that just about does you, huh honky?" she said with a grin. 

"Just get out of this car and I'll show you how finished I am." 

Defiantly, the little black girl did, and O'Brian backed her up against a 
warehouse wall. He put one hand on the inside of her right thigh and forced 
her legs apart. There was nothing in the way of his cock, and he bent his 
knees so that the tip of it was below the level of her cunt. Then, after 
positioning his swollen cock inside the entrance to her cunt, he 
straightened his legs sending the rod sliding up into her body. 

O'Brian paused for a moment, enjoying the way in which his cock was gripped 
by the girl's tight little pussy. Then he began stroking his adult pecker up 
and down inside her black little cunny by flexing and unflexing his legs. 

Samantha wriggled happily as she felt the big cock hammer up and down inside 
her. Her pussy felt really nice, and that wasn't the only thing that felt 
good, either. One advantage of this position, as O'Brian knew, was the 
access to the tits that it gave, and he was taking full advantage of it. He 
kneaded and molded the tender young breasts, pulling on the nipples until 
they were swollen up to about three times their normal size. 

Up! Down! Up! Down! 

His cock felt really ready to go. Every time he laid a second shot into a 
female, O'Brian felt proud about the way he was able to go twice in a row 
with so little difficulty. 

Samantha's little pussy clutched eagerly at his cock as it slid back and 
forth on her pussy juice. 

O'Brian knew that he was about to come. He wanted to prolong things, so he 
took a series of deep breaths. He knew from experience that breathing deeply 
sometimes held back his come for a while. 

There was no way he could hold it back for long, though, not with that tight 
little cunt clutching at his rod. He felt his cock quiver and start to 
shoot, and the girl's twat pulsed and shuddered with the force of the come 
that tore through it. 

Wham! Wham! Wham! They were both really letting go, and right in time, 
really giving each other fits, their sex-organs coming and coming and 
coming. 

When they were finished, Samantha felt relieved to know that she really did 
prefer sex with a man to sex with another girl. 

O'Brian took her home, and as he drove back along the causeway to South 
Boston he thought about how much pussy he had been getting lately, and how 
good it was. 

I'd better be pretty fucking careful, though, he thought. If Shirley found 
out, she'd hit the ceiling. 

But what Carol was hitting right at that moment was the peak of pleasure, 
fuck-pleasure that she was getting from eight inches of hard black cock! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Carol O'Brian felt nervous from the first day she set eyes on Roger Jackson. 

Where she felt nervous was between her legs. 

Carol worked as a secretary at a small shipping company. Jackson was a clerk 
there, and the sight of him made Carol's little clit beg for action from the 
big cock that she could see bulge against the tight pants that he wore. 

Carol always liked to think of herself as a respectable married woman. That 
was one reason that it bothered her so much to realize that she was turned 
on by a man who wasn't her husband. The other reason was that Jackson was 
black, and Carol, like her husband, was from South Boston, a place not noted 
for its racial tolerance. When she was a little girl her parents had made it 
pretty clear "that she was to remain a virgin until marriage, and that the 
man she finally chose had better be Boston Irish like them ... They didn't 
have to say that she had better not get mixed up with any blacks. There 
weren't any blacks in South Boston, and it would never have occurred to her 
parents that their pretty daughter might get a hankering for some black 
cock. 

That was just what she wanted now, though. Her husband Bill was pretty good 
in the sack, but she wanted something different. More exactly, she wanted 
Roger Jackson. If he had been white, there wouldn't have been any problem. 
But as it was, her prejudices held her back. 

Jackson knew something about women. He could tell when one was interested in 
getting some action off of his prick. He was a married man, and all things 
considered, a pretty good husband and father. But he didn't think that 
marriage was something that he should make a fetish of. 

He knew what Carol wanted, and he was ready to give it to her. All he was 
doing was biding his time, waiting for the right moment for him to make his 
move. 

The same afternoon that Bill O'Brian got his prick sucked by little 
Samantha, Carol overheard a couple of men talking at the office 
water-cooler. 

"Yeah," one of them said, "I get some of the Washington Street action from 
time to time. Sometimes a pro makes a nice change." 

"Aren't those girls pretty much all black by now?" the other man asked. 

"Pretty much, but there's worse things in the world than a good, hot fox." 

Carol caught her breath. The girls on Washington Street were mostly black! 
She had long suspected that her husband used the whores in the Combat Zone. 
She had first gotten the idea that that was what was going on when she 
confided to a friend of hers that her husband sure seemed to lose a lot of 
money in those firehouse poker games. The friend had asked her husband, who 
was a fellow fireman of Engine Co. 25, and found out that Bill O'Brian 
almost never joined the games. Carol knew that her husband was a fairly 
moderate drinker, and that meant there was only one other thing he could be 
spending his money on-commercial cunt! 

Carol had reconciled herself to the idea, but the fact that apparently most 
of the whores in town were now black put a whole new slant on her longing 
for Roger Jackson's prick. 

If Bill can do it, why can't I? she thought. 

The trouble was that she didn't know how to get her desire across to 
Jackson. She could never come out and tell him that she wanted his dick. 

She didn't have to. Jackson knew enough about women to know that the time 
had come for him to make his move. 

"Carol," he said, "would you come here a moment? There's something I want to 
show you." 

She followed him into the mailroom, which was his special preserve. He shut 
the door. 

"What I wanted to show you was this," he said, pulling down the zipper of 
his pants and hauling his prick out into the open. 

It was hard as a bar of iron, and bigger than any prick that Carol had ever 
dreamed of. She knew she had to have it, and she guessed that he was going 
to give it to her. 

He placed his hands on her tits and started to squeeze and fondle the soft 
female globes while she shuddered with ecstasy. She felt her nipples poke 
against the fabric of her dress. He rubbed his palms against them, the white 
palms that contrasted so strongly with the dark brown of the back of his 
hand. 

"Ooooooh, fuck me!" she purred. 

"Don't you worry about a thing," he said. "I aim to do exactly that." He put 
one hand on her ass and pulled her forward so that her belly was pressing 
against his cock. She trembled as she felt how hard his cock was and 
realized that it wouldn't be long before that cock was right inside her hot 
little twat. 

He reached under her skirt and pulled her pantyhose away from the seething 
woman-hole. He worked the stocking-garment down around her legs. 

God damn, he thought, women were a lot easier to get at when they wore 
regular panties and stockings. Then he remembered some of the girdles that 
he had wrestled with back in the "good old days." 

Now that her pantyhose was off, he placed his fingers against her twat, 
which was good and warm and wet. She pressed her thighs together, enjoying 
the feeling of his hand on her cunt. 

His other hand pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress. He sometimes 
was certain that women's clothes were especially designed to make things 
difficult for horny men. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

She was naked now, and he pushed her white body down on one of the big 
mailsacks in a corner of the room. 

While the bills and invoices crackled under her, he got aboard. She spread 
her legs to receive his cock. He toyed with her by rubbing the tip of it 
back and forth across her tender pink cuntlips without shoving on into her 
like she wanted. 

Make 'em wait for it and they enjoy it more, he thought. 

The trouble was that he was having trouble making himself wait for it. His 
cock was throbbing with excitement now. It really wanted to pour its load of 
sperm into her pussy. 

Jackson tweaked her nipples with his fingers, and felt the soft rosebuds 
turn into throbbing nubs of passion. She was moaning continuously now. She 
really needed prick, and she needed it now ... 

Well, he needed cunt, and he figured that that made them compatible. He 
shoved his cock into her and started driving his prick back and forth in her 
warm woman-hole with quick, regular strokes. Her body shook and trembled 
with excitement every time she felt him ram his dork on into her. 

"Harder! Harder!" she gasped, sweat trickling down her face in little rivers 
and strands of hair glued to her forehead. 

With powerful bucking motions of his lean, athletic hips he rammed the cock 
back and forth against the tender insides of her pussy. His balls were 
aching to unload, but he was trying to hold himself back for a little while 
longer. Trying to prolong the pleasure as much as possible. 

"Gotta come! Gotta! Gotta!" Carol sobbed as she felt her muscles knot up 
tighter for the orgasm that was about to hit her. 

Then like a series of Chinese firecrackers going off, a series of explosions 
tore through her cunt. 

"Coming!" she gasped. "I'm COMING!" She felt like her pussy was going to be 
smashed into a million pieces as the kaleidoscopic come-burst blazed through 
it. And his cock was pumping away, gushing and shooting, pouring gob after 
gob of hot sperm up into her while she writhed and wriggled with pure 
frantic female fuck-joy. 

He rested his cock still inside her, while the two of them gasped for 
breath. Carol hardly knew where she was. All she knew was how good it felt 
to have that black, cock inside her. It was still hard, too. Jackson was not 
the kind of guy whose prick went slack on him after one fuck. 

Finally, he pulled out. She could tell by looking at it that he was ready 
and willing to give her another fuck, and that was just exactly what she 
wanted, too. 

"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered. She did so, and he positioned 
himself behind her. She figured that he was probably going to fuck her 
dog-style, like her husband sometimes did, but she was only partly right. 
Just at the moment that she was expecting to feel the tip of his cock 
against the entrance to her cunt-she felt it pressing against her asshole 
instead. 

"No, Roger, please!" she gasped, frightened of the pain she knew would 
follow. 

"You'll like it, baby," he said, and thrust with his hips sending the tip of 
his cock sliding up into her. It was a tight fit, but the fact that his cock 
was still glistening with cunt-juice meant that the friction wasn't too bad, 
and once he was inside her, Carol had to admit to herself that the sensation 
was kind of neat ... It was the first time that she had been fucked in the 
ass, but she knew instinctively that she didn't want it to be the last. 

He paused for a moment, and then started working his cock inside her. He 
knew that when a woman is being buttfucked she isn't getting any stimulation 
on the cunt lips and clit like she does with a regular fuck. So he replaced 
with his hands what she wasn't getting from his cock. He reached his right 
hand forward and cupped her crotch. While his prick pistoned her butt, his 
fingers slid back and forth on the tingling pink skin of her cuntlips. He 
worked his fingers up into her twat so that she could feel herself plugged 
in both holes at once. 

His other hand was on her tits, pressing and kneading first one and then the 
other. She was getting action from every possible direction at once. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she gasped in time to his thrusts as he buried his cock 
in her ass again and again. He felt her tender female body shudder under the 
force of his strokes. Then his cock was blasting and blasting like hell, 
despite the fuck he had given her a few minutes before. Her anal sphincter 
felt his prick quiver inside her as it shot, and at just that moment he 
pressed his fingers against her clit so that she was coming, too, her body 
unwinding in a series of great, heaving spasms. 

As he pulled out of her, he said, "I hope we can have some more fun together 
in the future, Carol." 

"I think we'll be able to manage something," she replied. 

The Irish housewife felt shaken as she headed back to her desk. Shaken from 
the force of the comes that she had had, but also shaken by the knowledge of 
what she had done. She had cheated on her husband, and she had done it with 
a black. What made her feel even more guilty was the fact that she had 
enjoyed the black man's cock more than she had enjoyed her husband's in 
quite some time. 

That evening, she -was kind of quiet at the dinner table. She was afraid to 
look her husband in the eye for fear that he would guess that she had been 
up to something. What she didn't know was that Bill was too worried about 
trying to keep his own secrets to try and pry into hers. 

Bill had something else on his mind, too, and it was sitting opposite him 
and putting away an amazing amount of baked beans. That something else was 
his daughter Suzy. 

Now there's one pretty little chick, he thought as he looked at her. Until 
he'd taken up with Samantha, he'd never realized just what fantastic sex 
partners twelve-year-old little girls could be. He'd had some chocolate ice 
cream, and now he was ready for some vanilla. 

O'Brian was shocked at the fact that he lusted after his daughter's little 
pussy, but the way his cock felt told him that he hadn't much chance of 
keeping his desires in check very long. It was the same kind of feeling he 
sometimes had when he was about to blow some money on a whore-the feeling 
that even though something was probably a mistake, he had to go ahead and do 
it anyway. 

What he was unsure about was how he was going to manage to get his daughter 
in bed with him. He knew she would be horrified if he made a pass at her! 

That night, as he lay in bed he couldn't help thinking about his daughter 
and how sexy her little pussy would feel around his cock. Because he was 
thinking that, his cock was swollen and hard. His wife's hand brushed 
against it, and she thought that he must be thinking of sex with her. 

Carol took his prick in her fingers and squeezed it. 

Something's better than nothing, Bill thought, and took his wife's buttocks 
in his hands and started kneading them. In fact, he had to admit that she 
had pretty nice buttocks. She wasn't an exotic fox, but she was a good lay 
all the same. 

He took one of her tits in his hand and kneaded it. She gave a low moan of 
pleasure. Then he pressed his lips against the nipple and started to suck. 
He felt he-shudder with excitement. The tit swelled up in his mouth. He 
sucked harder. He remembered how, years ago, when Carol was weaning Suzy, he 
had been allowed to suck the milk from her tits once in a while. Shit, was 
that ever a turn-on. 

No milk now, of course, but the nipples still felt good. He stroked her 
belly with his fingertips, sliding them closer and closer to her crotch. 

"Touch me! Touch my cunt! Feel up my pussy!" Carol sighed. 

He pulled playfully at her curly pubic hair. Then he worked his forefinger 
into the frontal niche of her crotch and pushed it back until it came in 
contact with her labia. She shook violently. He knew that he would just have 
to push the fingers a little farther so that it was touching the clit in 
order to have her come right then and there, but he didn't see any point in 
rushing things. 

Carol writhed and tossed on the bed as her husband got her more and more 
worked up with his hands. Her nipples were so big and swollen that they were 
literally aching. She just had to have that prick of his inside her. 

"Give it to me," she whispered. "Stick your prick in me!" 

He felt in the mood for a slightly out-of-the-ordinary position tonight, so 
he rolled her on her belly, then got on top of her while she lay flat. 

Carol wondered if he was going to stick his prick into her asshole like 
Roger Jackson had done, but it turned out that it was her cunt that her 
husband was after. She felt his cock slide against her ass cheeks as he 
positioned the tip of it to press aside the entrance to her twat. Meanwhile, 
he had his hands between her tits and the bed. The tits were pretty much 
squashed flat by her weight on top of them, but he could still feel the 
pressure of her nipples against the palms of his hands. 

O'Brian gave a shove with his hips, and his cock went sliding into her slit. 
She had a good, tight twat, and a good wet one, too. He liked both features, 
and lay there on top of her thinking about what a really fine pussy his wife 
had. Then he began to lay one stroke into her after another, working his 
cock with a fine, easy rhythm and rubbing his hands against her nipples. 

"Mmmmmm, nice," Carol purred as she felt his dork slam faster and faster 
into her steamy pussy. Her whole body was tense and excited. Maybe her 
husband wasn't quite as much of a turn-on as the black mail clerk, but he 
could still fuck, she thought. 

In! Out! In! Out! 

Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! 

He was really getting her wound up, really priming her hot pussy for a 
mind-blowing come! She gasped and panted under him as he got her hotter and 
hotter. "Can't stand it!" she gasped. "Just can't! Just can't!" 

O'Brian knew that she was hanging right on the brink of her come. He also 
planned on keeping his wife hanging there for a little while longer, anyway. 

In! Out! In! Out! 

Almost there ... almost ... almost ... 

Cock! Cunt! Cock! Cunt! 

Just a couple more thrusts would do it ... just a couple more ... 

Then, all of a sudden, she was coming hard. He felt her pussy clutch at his 
cock as she started to blast, and that was enough to get his prick over the 
top. It shuddered, and then started sending a real stream of cock-juice 
gushing up into her while she writhed and struggled under his weight. 

"AGHHHHHHH! Oh! Oh! OHHHHHH!" she moaned as she felt every muscle in her 
body unwind all at once, tearing her to shreds. And still he was coming 
inside her while her hips jiggled and quivered. 

When he was done, O'Brian gave her a kiss on the back of the neck. Then he 
pulled his cock out and after saying "goodnight," he rolled over on his side 
to think some more about what it would be like to have his little daughter 
for a sex partner. 

Carol lay there looking at the ceiling and telling herself that if she could 
get sex that good from her husband, there was no reason that she should be 
running around with black mail-order clerks. That afternoon's interlude with 
Roger was going to be the first and last adultery she committed in her life. 

She believed that all the way up until the next time she saw Roger. And the 
moment she looked at him again, she knew that she had to have some more of 
his strong, black cock. The looks that he was giving her indicated pretty 
clearly that he was expecting more cunt off of her, too. 

It wasn't long before he walked over to her desk and asked if he could speak 
with her for a moment. She knew just exactly what that meant, and she 
followed him into the mailroom. 

The instant he had the door closed and locked, he went for his zipper. Soon 
she had his black cock standing proudly in front of her again. 

"This time," he said with a grin, "why don't you do some of the work and let 
me relax?" He lay down on one of the mailsacks, holding his prick aloft with 
his hand. 

After stripping her clothes off, Carol placed a knee on either side of his 
lips and started to squat down over his rod. 

Soon she felt the tip of it press against the entrance to her pussy. She 
lowered her hips just a little bit more so that the head of his cock was 
inside her, then she rotated her hips, moving his stiff prick in first one 
direction, then the other. 

Carol had taken off her blouse and bra, and as she moved her hips, her tits 
bounced and jiggled. They looked way the hell too nice to Roger to leave 
them alone, and he reached his hands up and cupped them. He lifted the tits 
away from her chest, and then let go, allowing them to flop back down again. 
Carol felt her nipples swell with excitement. 

The feeling of that fleshy knob inside her pussy was really too much for 
her. She couldn't wait any longer. Even though it was fun to tease and 
tantalize Roger by making him wait, she needed his cock just as much as he 
needed her cunt. She slid the rest of the way down his shaft, giving a 
little sigh as she impaled herself on the hard male spear. She sat on his 
balls, jiggling up and down on them, grinding her soft ass cheeks against 
his flaming nuts. 

"Fuck me, baby," he said. 

She reached one hand under her so that it was between her ass and his balls. 
Just a little bit of his cock was still outside her body, and she rubbed 
that with her fingers. The black clerk closed his eyes. 

"Ooooh man, does that ever feel fine, baby! If you keep on making me feel 
good like this, I'm gonna declare you an honorary sister." 

Carol started to slide her cunt up and down over his rod, going slowly at 
first. She didn't get much chance to practice playing the active role in 
sex, since that was something that Bill usually liked to reserve for 
himself. But she had top-ridden him a couple of times, and it didn't take 
too long for the technique to come back to her. Soon she was really working 
away on the black mail-clerk's cock. Her cunt clutched at the hard black rod 
so eagerly that she felt like she was going to pull herself inside out every 
time she lifted herself off of it. 

Roger was still giving her tits hell. He kept licking his fingers and then 
rubbing them against her swollen nipples. The fact that his fingers were wet 
made them chafe more. She could hardly stand to have him keep touching her 
there, but she sure the fuck didn't want him to stop, either. 

Up! Down! Up! Down! Now that she'd gotten the hang of things, Carol was 
really having a ball playing the active role. 

He tensed his legs and waited for the come. He knew that it was only one or 
two more strokes away. No cock could stand to get the kind of workout his 
was getting from her cunt without coming pretty quickly. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she grunted in time to her thrusts as her whole body 
wound up tighter and tighter. She was just one coiled bundle of female 
fuck-frenzy waiting to burst loose at any second. 

She sensed that the next stroke would get the two of them off. It was a 
really funny sensation to be the one responsible for timing the come. Funny 
but nice. 

She was going to make the best of it, too. She lifted her cunt off of his 
aching dork inch by inch, while he gritted his teeth. Having her move her 
cunt off of his cock was like that as like having someone draw his 
fingernails across a blackboard. 

Carol knew that she was driving the big black mail clerk mad, and she knew 
that he was enjoying it every bit as much as she was. She paused for a 
moment with just the head of his cock inside her twat. Then she started to 
slide back on down again, very, very slowly. 

"Faster baby ... just can't ... can't ... can't stand IT!" 

The last word coincided with the first gush of his eager prick, as it sent a 
massive gob of sperm blasting into her frantic firebox. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted as he felt his balls unload. It felt like his whole 
body was going to pump itself inside out, and that was just exactly what he 
wanted, too-to give this hot broad everything he had and then more. 

Carol's cunt was just a quivering, palpitating mass of female juiciness. She 
was sure that it was going to dissolve, it felt so hot and sweet and sticky. 
And that hard male prong that was shoving apart her soft malleable 
cunt-walls was still shooting away inside her. 

Cock-in-cunt! Cock-in-cunt! Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! 

"Whewwwwww," she sighed as the last spasm left her superheated pussy. She 
wanted to ease her twat off of his cock so as to give it a rest from 
sensation, but it felt too tender to be able to stand the friction of being 
slid over his rod, which was still just as hard as it ever was. So, she just 
sat there while he continued to fondle her tits. 

At last, she was able to get off of him. 

"Wow, don't you ever go soft?" she asked. 

"Not when there's cunt like you've got to offer waiting for me." 

"You want to fuck again?" She didn't have any objections. 

"Hell, I'm on my lunch hour now. I'm not in any hurry. So unless you want to 
get back to work, why don't we draw things out a bit." 

"Fine by me," she said. "What would you like next?" 

"You know something," he said, "I've never seen a chick beat herself off. I 
mean, chicks do beat themselves off, don't they?" 

"Not when there's cock like yours available." 

"Okay, but like when there isn't." 

"Oh, yeah, sure," she said. "I think I started masturbating when I was 
thirteen." 

"Well, now," Roger said, "that's something I've never seen. So how about 
giving me a demonstration." 

"Okay," she said. She thought the idea sounded like it might be fun. And she 
suspected that watching her beat herself off would be enough to get his dick 
really good and frantic for their next fuck. It looked pretty hard anyway, 
but she was sure that it would get even harder. 

"Do you need any props?" he asked. "I mean, like a soda bottle or anything?" 

"Sometimes I use something like that, sometimes I just use my fingers." 

There was a sink in one corner of the mailroom, and an empty soda bottle 
sitting on the floor next to it. He rinsed the bottle under the faucet and 
handed it to her. He figured it would be more of a turn-on to watch her 
stick something like that up her cunt than just see her use her finger. 
Carol guessed as much, and that was why she took the bottle. She lay back on 
the mailsack with her legs spread, and Jackson positioned himself so that 
his face was only about a foot away from her pussy. He didn't want to miss 
any of the action. 

She slid the end of the empty bottle back and forth across her cunt lips, 
pressing the hard glass against her soft female flesh. She gave a little 
shudder of pleasure. 

Maybe I should use something like this more often, she thought. There was 
something about the absolutely unyielding quality of the bottle that really 
got to her. It was as if the thing was a super prick. 

She pulled the mouth of the bottle away from her cunt for a moment and 
sucked the lubricant off of it. Then she went back to work. She noticed how 
Jackson licked his lips as he saw her suck the glistening pussy juice off of 
the bottle, and she decided to give him some too. She held the bottle out to 
him, and he licked the female fuck-fluid off of it. 

After a second more of the rubbing the neck of the bottle against her 
cuntlips, she slid it up into her body. Because the neck of the bottle 
sloped, the further she shoved it into her the more the entrance to her twat 
was pushed apart. 

Jackson was breathing in short, sharp gasps now as he watched what was going 
on. Seeing how that bottle was sliding up and down inside her twat was 
really getting to him. 

Even though the bottle was fun, Carol didn't want to do without her fingers. 
The Irish girl knew just how experienced they were in getting her pussy 
wound up. So, as one hand manipulated the bottle, sliding it back and forth 
inside her, the other was playing with her cuntlips, pulling and pinching 
them. Her hips shuddered with excitement every time the bottle went sliding 
deep into her or every time she gave a nice little tug on her steamy labia. 

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" she sighed. Her back arched with excitement, and her eyes 
were already sort of glazed. She knew it wasn't going to be long before all 
this pent up come-need burst loose all at once. 

Jackson longed to kiss her nipples or put his hand on her cunt. But this was 
her show, and he wasn't going to muscle in on it. Besides, he was really 
curious to watch a woman climax without being too busy coming himself to 
notice what was going on. 

"Oh ... gonna ... gotta ... oh! oh! OHHH!" 

She shoved the bottle way, way in so that the entrance to her cunt was 
really spread wide and the head of the bottle was actually pressing against 
the entrance to her womb. She hung on the brink of her orgasm for a split 
second, and then over she went, her hips tossing and heaving as shock-wave 
after shock wave of ecstasy blasted into her. 

Jackson had his face about a foot from her twat and saw how her hips shook. 
He heard her gasp and groan with the force of her come, and for a moment he 
thought that he was going to start coming himself, even though he'd managed 
to keep his hands off of his aching prick. 

"Shit! Fuck! Piss! Fuck!" she half sobbed in time to her pelvic thrusts. And 
then it was over, and she lay there on the mailsack, the soda bottle still 
in her twat. She took her hand off of it, and the way it stuck out of her 
really turned Jackson on. It must be so strange to be a woman and have a 
hole like that, he thought. 

"Permit me," he said with a grin and pulled the bottle out of her cunt. The 
neck of it was glistening with cunt-juice, and he licked it clean. Just 
watching her beat herself off had gotten his cock feeling like it was going 
to burst, and tasting her pussy-juice was almost more than he could stand. 
He longed to stick his prick into her and start bucking away, but he figured 
that she might want to get her breath back first. 

What he didn't know was that she was such a multi-orgasmic, horny female 
that even though she was pretty tired out, she wanted nothing better than to 
have that prong of his up her twat. She could worry about getting her breath 
back later. That long, hard black cock was just too good to wait for. 

"Looks like you've got something just as hard as that bottle," she said to 
him with a smile. "How about letting me do some comparison shopping?" 

That was all the invitation he needed. He picked her up in his arms, saying 
as he did so, "you look pretty tuckered out. This time I'll do the work." 

He was very strong, and he held her in his arms so that her body was pressed 
against his while he stood against a wall. She clung onto him with her arms 
around his neck and her legs crossed over his buttocks. That took some of 
the strain off of him, but she figured it still had to be pretty hard work 
for him to hold her in his arms like that. She was impressed with how strong 
and virile he was. 

He lowered her twat over his rigid dick, until the whole length of his organ 
was inside her steamy pussy. Then, he jiggled her up and down over it, 
slowly at first, then faster and faster. His arms were aching, but he didn't 
give a fuck about that, not with the way his cock felt so fine from the 
tight twat it was getting, and the pride he felt at being strong enough to 
manage this kind of position. 

As for Carol, she felt very passive and female being held in a strong man's 
arms like this. Earlier, she had enjoyed the feeling of playing the 
dominating, aggressive role in sex. She just had to admit to herself that 
she liked fucking in pretty much any form it happened to come in. 

They were both getting wound up to beat hell, and she clutched her arms 
tighter and tighter around his neck as she felt how her cunt slid up and 
down over his prick. 

His arms were really aching now, but he knew he would have her off in just 
another second or two. He felt his cock go kind of numb, and then it was 
blazing from end to end with sensation as it pulsed and throbbed in the 
throes of its come, shooting the spunk that he had left in his balls up into 
her pussy, which clutched frantically at his hard male rod in time to his 
penile vibrations. 

Come! Come! Come! They couldn't breathe, they couldn't think, all that they 
could do was just come and come ... 

Finally they were finished, and he eased her body off of his prick. Normally 
he liked to wait for a while after each fuck, enjoying the feeling of the 
twat around his spent cock. But his arms were too tired to allow that this 
time. It didn't matter. Both of them knew that it had been a really good 
come. 

"Gee," Carol said, "I guess I'd better get back to my desk. I wouldn't want 
people to wonder where I am." 

"Just say you're in the mail room." 

"You mean the male room," she replied with a grin. In fact, she didn't give 
much of a fuck what people thought. The sex she had just had was so fine 
that she didn't want to think of anything except how nice it had been. She 
was surprised to see how much less ashamed of her adultery she felt now than 
she had the first time. There was a time when she thought that a good 
definition of a slut was a woman who didn't feel any shame. Now she didn't 
care if she was a slut or not-not as long as she could keep on getting some 
of that hard, black prick that Jackson was stuffing back into his pants. 

"Hell," he said, "we get on so well together I wonder how come there's ever 
any trouble between the races." 

"Me too. Of course, things have been pretty quiet in the schools so far. I 
hope they stay that way." 

"You got a kid there?" he asked. 

"A daughter, Suzy." 

"Oh, yeah. I've got a daughter there too. Girl named Samantha. You'll have 
to ask Suzy if she's met her yet." 

At that moment, Suzy's mouth was glued to Samantha's hot little cunt and she 
couldn't say a thing. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

O'Brian's cock was stiff as he drove over the Fort Point Channel, and his 
heart was racing. He was going to try something that would either be the 
most fun he'd ever had, or a real disaster. Either way, he had to go through 
with it. 

He was going home early from the firehouse to try and fuck his daughter. He 
had told his sergeant that he wasn't feeling well, and since he hadn't put 
in any sick time that year, the sergeant didn't hassle him. O'Brian wanted 
to get home about the same time that his daughter got back from school. He 
figured that actually seducing her might take a while, and he wanted to have 
plenty of time in hand before Carol came home from work. The last thing in 
the world he would want to happen would be for his wife to breeze in on him 
while he was fucking their daughter. 

Carol's a good woman, but pretty conservative sexually, lie thought. Would 
she ever hit the ceiling! 

Conservative Carol was getting her cunt banged by the big black mail-room 
clerk where she worked, but O'Brian had no way of knowing that. 

Having his wife walk in on him while he was fucking with Suzy was only one 
problem that he had to worry about. After all, there was the whole business 
of seducing Suzy in the first place. Would she be ready and eager? At twelve 
he figured that she must have gotten pretty curious about sex. But there was 
always the possibility that she would be really turned off by his advances. 
She might scream. She might snitch to her mother. 

O'Brian broke out in a cold sweat as he cruised along past the Marine 
Terminal. The fear he felt didn't make his prick any less hard, though. He 
knew he had to go through with his idea no matter what. In fact, the element 
of danger made it even more exciting. 

When he opened the front door, he heard the sound of giggling coming from 
upstairs. 

Fuck, Samantha's with her, he thought. That really threw a monkey wrench in 
his plans, or at least it did unless he could get rid of his daughter's 
friend pretty quickly. 

There were gasps and moans mixed in with the giggling, and he heard the 
squeaking of bedsprings. 

What the fuck ... ? he thought. He took off his shoes and tiptoed up the 
stairs. He wondered what it was that the girls were up to. 

When he looked in through the partially open door of Suzy's bedroom he got 
the surprise of his life. The two girls were as naked as jays, and they were 
obviously making love. They were sort of wrestling, but in between holds 
they were kissing, and he noticed that a lot of the holds featured the 
crotch. 

My own daughter's a lesbian! he thought, stunned. 

Stunned but excited. The anger that he started to feel disappeared. There 
was no room for it in O'Brian. His whole body was filled with white-hot 
sexual excitement. He pulled his zipper down as quietly as he could. His 
cock just couldn't stand to be cramped in his pants any longer. When he got 
it clear of his clothing it got bigger than ever before. He placed his 
fingers around it and gave a squeeze. It was like squeezing a wooden broom 
handle. There was no give in his cock whatever. 

Man! he thought, what a sight! 

The two twelve-year-old girls rolled over and over, the brown of Samantha's 
skin contrasting with Suzy's pinky white. Peering through the door, he drank 
in every detail. He noticed how little pubic hair Suzy had-though it wasn't 
too easy to see that, since Samantha spent so much time with her hand on 
Suzy's crotch. He saw that Suzy's little titties were at about the same 
stage of development as Samantha's. He'd seen the black girl naked before, 
but it was a cock-busting turn-on to be able to compare her directly like 
this with his own hot little daughter. 

Finally the wrestling match ended like the girls planned. Each one of them 
had her face right next to the other's crotch, and they started to lick. 

O'Brian's cock was just begging, pleading for some action. He was going out 
of his mind keeping his hand away from the stiff, throbbing thing. But he 
knew he had better not waste a shot, since he had two hot little girls to 
satisfy. 

Samantha and Suzy breathed deeply through their nostrils, inhaling as much 
of each other's pussy-smell as they possibly could. O'Brian didn't know 
anything about girl/girl love, and it fascinated him to see that women were 
as turned on by cunt-smell as men were. Well, he figured, it stood to 
reason, since it was just about the nicest smell in the whole world. 

The two little tongues darted back and forth across the wet little twats. As 
Suzy licked at Samantha's pussy, she kept pulling back the girl's cuntlips 
to expose the inside of her twat. She really dug the contrast between the 
brown labia and the pinkish lining of the vagina. 

Come, you little bitches, come, O'Brian thought. He couldn't stand to keep 
his hand away from his cock for very much longer. Already the goddamn thing 
was throbbing like a toothache. 

Flick! Flick! Flick! Samantha's tongue darted across Suzy's clit, and the 
white girl's pussy exploded in a wild series of orgasmic shudders. She 
pressed her lips against her black playmate's fun-button, and the two young 
girls were coming at once, and coming really hard! 

For a moment, O'Brian nearly grabbed his prick. He was so worked up by the 
sight of his daughter and her little black friend making love together that 
he would have come the instant he touched it. He managed to stop himself 
when his hand was only an inch away from his quivering rod, though. 

"Mmmm, so fine," Suzy murmured as she lifted her face away from Samantha's 
pussy. Her father could see the pussy-juice glistening on her lips. 

"Yeah, you taste pretty good yourself," Samantha said. "In fact, there 
aren't too many things much better than having your twat licked or licking a 
friend's." 

"Only one thing better," Suzy said. 

"Yeah. A man." Both girls realized that their orientation was basically 
towards males, and that the girl/girl stuff was just a pleasant sidebar. 

"Nothing beats cock," Suzy agreed. O'Brian really pricked up his ears at 
that. It was obvious that his daughter was a lot less pure and innocent than 
he had imagined. 

One thing about O'Brian, though, and that was that he wasn't a hypocrite. If 
he'd learned a week ago that his daughter had had sex with a man, he would 
have been ready to kill both him and her. But since he had come home early 
with the express purpose of seducing his daughter, he knew he didn't have a 
right to play the strict father. 

"Wish we had a man here," Samantha said. 

"So do I." 

"Your wish is granted," O'Brian said with a smile as he walked into the 
room. 

The girls were startled at first, but the smile on O'Brian's face and the 
fact that his cock was out in the open and ready for action could only mean 
one thing-he wanted a piece of the action. 

They were ready to give it to him. Both of them still felt hot for cock, 
even though they'd had a nice come. Being tongued was fine, they figured, 
but it wasn't a patch on having a hunk of good hard man in their twats. 

Suzy was particularly anxious to find out what it would be like to get 
fucked by a full grown male. The only cock she'd had so far was Alex's. 
Alex's cock was nice, but she wondered if a grown man wouldn't be even 
better. And she'd always thought her father was sexy. 

"Who wants to go first?" he asked with a grin. 

"Why not start with Suzy," Samantha said. She'd already had plenty of 
fucking with O'Brian, and she could tell from the look on her friend's face 
just how eager Suzy was to get her Daddy's prick up her slot. 

O'Brian told his daughter to get on her hands and knees, and he positioned 
himself behind her with, his cock-tip resting against the entrance to her 
pussy. Then he shoved on in with one good, solid push. Suzy gave a squeal of 
delight as she felt how his male prong forced apart the walls of her cunt. 
He was a lot thicker in the prick department than Alex was. 

Dog-style fucking was something that O'Brian always enjoyed. He particularly 
liked the way in which the girl's tits hung away from her body. Because 
Suzy's tits weren't very big, they didn't hang very far, but there was still 
enough for him to fondle and press up against her chest. 

"Ooooh, Daddy," she gasped as she felt his fingers work her breasts over. 

"You haven't felt anything yet," he said, and started to slide his big thick 
cock back and forth inside her tender little pussy, while she trembled with 
excitement. Samantha licked her lips. Honky or not, O'Brian sure knew how to 
fuck. She could hardly wait until he had finished fucking his daughter so 
that he could pay her some attention with that prick of his. 

In! Out! In! Out! O'Brian's cock bucked faster and faster as he pounded away 
inside her. He felt her little body shudder with the impact every time he 
drove his tool home. And he knew that she was really loving it. He knew from 
the little gasps of pleasure that he was giving her and from the way her 
pussy was so wet. 

His balls were aching with come need. His whole body was pulled up tight 
like a violin string. He was really going to unload into her, and he was 
going to do it very soon. 

"Oh! Daddy! Daddy!" the little girl gasped as her cunt got hotter and 
hotter. She knew that he would have her coming in just a second, but she 
wasn't sure she could stand to wait for as long as a second. 

Suddenly, his prick started to spew. Spew. That was the only word for it. 
There was just no end to the flood of mancream that came gushing out the end 
of O'Brian's supercharged dork. Suzy felt it splatter against the entrance 
to her womb, gob after gob of the stuff. Her cunt clutched desperately at 
the spasming male tool. She didn't want her father to ever take his prick 
out of her. Not ever. 

All good things end sometimes, though, and after a last pulsation his cock 
was through. He rested for a while with it inside her. Her cunt was so tight 
and delicious. Normally he preferred his females black, but he was willing 
to make an exception for his daughter. 

Speaking of black females, Samantha was so wound up that she could hardly 
hold still. In fact, she was actually bouncing up and down on the mattress, 
she was so hot to trot. 

He knew that he wouldn't have any trouble getting a second shot off. He 
never did. But he also knew that he wanted to see a bit more lesbian action 
between the two girls, too. 

"Do you want my cock now, or would you like to let me rest up a bit so that 
you get a really super-special fuck?" 

"You don't need to rest," Samantha said without thinking. Then she realized 
she'd let the cat out of the bag. 

"Yeah," she said to Suzy, "your old man and I have had some fun together." 

Suzy felt jealous for a moment, but she was too good-hearted a girl to bear 
a grudge for more than a second or two. 

"What he just wants is to see us with each other some more," Suzy said. It 
was obvious to O'Brian that his daughter was a pretty perceptive girl. 

"Let's play with each other's tits while he watches," Samantha said. She put 
her hands out and started to fondle her playmate's budding pair. Suzy 
replied by trailing the tips of her fingers slowly over the smooth brown 
surface of Samantha's breasts. She moved the fingertips in a circular 
motion, bringing them closer and closer to the even darker-colored nipples. 
These were so eager to be touched that they were already swollen and 
excited. 

Suzy knew something about the value of teasing. She brought her fingertips 
closer and closer, until they were running along the very outside edge of 
Samantha's breast-nubs. Then, just when Samantha thought that her nipples 
were about to get some of the action that they were screaming for, Suzy sent 
her fingers circling away from them again. 

Samantha "retaliated" by licking Suzy's breasts everywhere except on the 
nipples. Both girls were breathing really heavily. It was obvious to O'Brian 
that they both had very sensitive tits. 

Both girls were wound up tight as hell, and he wondered if they would 
actually be able to make each other come just by fondling their tits. He 
didn't want to make his cock wait long enough to find out, though. He knew 
from past experience just how fine Samantha's cunt was, and he wanted to get 
his rod inside it. 

"Okay," he said, "I get the idea. Now Samantha, lie back on the bed." 

"But Daddy," Suzy said, "I'm all hot again." 

"Lie down next to her." 

The two girls lay down side by side with their slender thighs open and their 
dainty little twelve-year-old twats exposed. He really felt like he was king 
of the universe having two hot little twats waiting there for him to satisfy 
them. 

They couldn't both have his cock at once, of course, and it was Samantha's 
turn to get it. But he figured he would still be able to give his daughter 
some fun. 

O'Brian climbed on top of Samantha and stuck his prick into her. The little 
black girl gave a gasp of pleasure as his hard, thick dork filled up her 
girlish "inner space". Then he started to lay his strokes into her, bucking 
away like mad. Meanwhile, he had his right hand on Suzy's twat, and was 
feeling her cuntlips while he pistoned his daughter's playmate with his big 
cock. 

Both girls were gasping and squealing and wriggling with pleasure as he 
wound them up more and more. As for him, all O'Brian knew was that his cock 
was the most important thing in the world right then, and what it needed was 
satisfaction with a capital "S". 

That wasn't hard to get from a responsive little girl like Samantha. Despite 
his weight pressing down on her, she sort of jiggled her hips in time to his 
thrusts, and he felt her cunt contract around his prick each time that he 
buried it in her. 

He had his fingers up Suzy's twat now, and was sliding them in and out of 
her like a strange-shaped prick, sliding them in and out with the same 
rhythm his cock had as it plunged into Samantha's hot little love-box again 
and again. 

His cock was hanging fire now ... it was right on the edge ... 

Buck! Buck! Buck! 

He felt Samantha's body tremble under him, and she let out a little 
half-shriek as the come hit her. He rammed his cock home the rest of the 
way, and it started to spew before he even had it all the way up to the 
hilt. Meanwhile, his thumb pressed against the clit of his hot little 
daughter, and the three of them came at once, trembling and gasping and 
groaning, one man and two little girls! 

"OHHHHHHHH SHIT! FUCK! SHIT!" he grunted as the orgasm ripped through him. 
His cock gave a final quiver and sent a last drop of sperm into Samantha's 
cunt, Suzy's hips had stopped bucking and heaving. It was over. 

This time, both O'Brian and Samantha were sufficiently tired out that he 
drove straight across the causeway to the Fort Point Channel without turning 
off for some sex with the little girl among the abandoned warehouses. But 
Samantha was a girl whose motor really ran pretty fast, and it wasn't long 
after he dropped her off at her house that she started to wish that she had 
some good thick cock in her cunt. 

"Samantha honey," her father said at supper, "I know you've got some new 
friends there in South Boston, but I think maybe you should start riding 
home on the bus." Roger Jackson smiled at his daughter. He might have said 
something stronger about the honkies, only dicking the Irish broad at work 
was mellowing him. 

"Why, Dad?" 

"Well, there's been a couple of incidents there, and I don't like the idea 
of you being on enemy turf." Rock throwing and adults scaring the shit out 
of the kids had been the extent of the trouble so far. But Jackson knew it 
could get a lot worse. 

Shit, Samantha thought. She knew that her father was just concerned for her 
safety, but at the same time if he insisted that she come straight home on 
the school bus she wouldn't be able to do any more fucking with O'Brian, or 
have any more girlish fun with Suzy. Her cunt was way the fuck too hot for 
her to just put it on the back burner for a week or two until the school 
situation quieted down enough for her father to let her visit with Suzy. Of 
course, she could always have sex with some of the boys at school, but she 
didn't think that any of them would be able to satisfy her, now that she had 
tasted full-grown cock. 

She moped around in front of the T.V. set, wondering what to do about the 
situation. She really liked her father, but she knew that once he got a bee 
in his bonnet there was just no getting rid of it. 

Then an idea came to her. She thought of what a perfect setup Suzy had now 
that she had started to fuck with her old man. If she could arrange the same 
kind of thing with her Dad, waiting out the end of the agitation over busing 
might not be so bad. 

The idea of seducing her father made Samantha kind of nervous-after all, 
what if her turned out to be really horrified-but that made it a challenge, 
too. And she didn't think it would necessarily be too difficult, either. The 
walls in her apartment weren't all that thick, and she sometimes heard her 
parents arguing. They were basically very fond of each other, but she got 
the impression for some of the things that she had overheard her mother say 
that her father had a kind of a hard time keeping his hands off of other 
women sometimes. 

Her father had a hungry prick, and to make matters even easier for Samantha, 
the girl's mother was off visiting her sister in Pennsylvania. That meant 
that she could start fucking with him without anyone being around to walk in 
on them. 

That night, she waited until he had gone to bed too before making her move. 
She felt her heart pound in her chest, but her pussy was wet too. She was 
scared,-but turned on. In ten minutes she was either going to be in more 
trouble with her father than she had ever thought possible, or she was going 
to have started a new chapter in her recently-begun sex life. 

She pushed open the door of her father's bedroom. 

"Daddy?" she whispered. 

"That you, Samantha?" he said, quickly taking his hand away from his cock. 
He'd been thinking about now neat Carol O'Brian was at work, and wishing 
that either she or his wife was there in bed with him. He'd fucked Carol 
that afternoon, but that didn't mean that he didn't need some pussy now. He 
was the kind of guy who had a hard time getting by on anything less than two 
fuck-sessions each day, "Yeah, Daddy, it's me." 

"Can't you sleep, honey?" 

"No. It's about school." 

"You been having trouble with those honkies at school?" 

"Yeah, sometimes." 

"What have they been doing?" he asked, anger in his voice. He was very 
protective with his daughter. 

"Oh, calling me names and stuff," she said, sitting on the bed. 

"What kind of names?" 

"You know what kind," she said snuggling up against him as if wanting to be 
comforted. It was true that there had been some name calling at the school, 
but she'd just shrugged it off. This was an act to snuggle up to her father. 

At first her father was too angry at the thought of his daughter being 
subjected to racist slurs to realize that he had a warm little female 
snuggled up to him, But his prick was already stiff and excited from the 
hand-job that he had started to give it, and pretty soon his strong male 
instincts-which were just as intense as O'Brian's-began to take over. 

Samantha sensed this, and snuggled even closer. She kissed her father. It 
was a very daughterly kiss, but that made his cock stiffen up even more. He 
felt really nervous about the fact that his daughter was getting him turned 
on. He tried to push her away from him. 

"Don't push me away, Daddy," she said plaintively. She touched his prick 
with her hand and then started to squeeze it. 

"Hey now," he said suddenly, but he never finished the sentence. Roger 
Jackson was already wound up to beat hell, and having his daughter's hand on 
his cock was all that it took to smash the rest of his self-control. He lay 
back and let her feel him. 

Samantha's clit throbbed with excitement. She knew that she had the battle 
just about won. She just had to be careful not to make him come before she 
got his cock inside her. 

"Mmm, Daddy, make love to me," she purred. 

"I can't. You're my daughter." His voice trembled as he said it, though. He 
was no more capable of turning down a chance for sex with his daughter than 
O'Brian had been. All she had to do was give his cock another squeeze, and 
she'd won. Samantha's father rolled on top of her and placed his cock 
between her thighs. Even though he was just about to burst he felt so horny, 
he shoved his cock forward carefully at first, since he didn't want to hurt 
her if her maidenhead was still intact. 

When he found that it wasn't, he gave a thrust with his hips that filled the 
young girl with his hard eager meat. She gave a little groan of pleasure. 
She was proud and happy to learn that her father's cock was just as big and 
hard as O'Brian's. 

Roger Jackson knew how to use his cock just as well, too. There was 
something really firm and manly, but also gentle about the way in which he 
heaved it back and forth inside her. Her hips responded, jiggling under him 
as he bucked his cock back and forth inside her. 

"Wow Daddy, you fuck so fine," she said as each stroke pulled her labia 
across her throbbing clit. Her nipples were swollen up to about three times 
their normal size, and poked against her father's broad, strong chest as he 
rode her. 

Man, is she nice, he thought as he slammed his cock back and forth inside 
her. He was way too turned on to worry at the moment about the fact that the 
young girl he was fucking at the moment happened to be his daughter. All 
that he could think of was how tight her cunt was, and how responsively her 
body moved under his. 

In! Out! In! Out! 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

Samantha's mouth was hanging half open, and she breathed in deep gulps that 
came in time with her father's strokes. She was right on the edge of her 
come. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she was blasting away. 

Jackson pulled his cock way, way back so that only the head of it was still 
sticking in her, and then he rammed it home all at once. 

Wham! Wham! Wham! The come slammed into both of them like a boxer's fists 
hitting a punching bag. The two of them trembled and heaved together as 
Jackson's cock spewed its load into his daughter's superheated little pussy. 

He pulled out and lay on his back next to her. Now that the come-need had 
drained out of him, he was able to think more "clearly about what he had 
just done, and he didn't feel particularly good about it. 

"What are you thinking, Daddy?" Samantha asked. She had a pretty good idea. 

"Why did you make me do what you did?" he asked her. 

"What do you mean?" 

"You know what I mean, Samantha. Why did you have to come in here when I was 
feeling all hot and bothered and get me to fuck you? Fuck my own child!" 

"Cause I needed a fuck, Daddy," she said. 

"At the age of twelve you needed a fuck?" 

"Kids grow up fast nowadays." 

He thought for a moment. Back when he was a teenager, the first girl he'd 
ever fucked couldn't have been more than about thirteen. Like O'Brian he was 
a basically fair-minded man. He had prejudices, but he wasn't a hypocrite. 

"I guess you're right honey," he said. 

Samantha knew that her daddy still felt bad about having fucked her, though, 
and unless she could do something to change his mind, there wasn't much 
chance of getting any sex from him in the future. She hadn't won the battle 
yet. 

Samantha figured that action spoke louder than words, and she dived under 
the covers. 

"Where are you going, honey?" 

The answer he got was the pressure of her lips on his cock. All he could see 
of her was the mound that she was making under the blankets, but he could 
feel the way she was sucking on his cock. 

One thing about his cock was that it didn't take much to get it excited. 
Even after the fuck he had had with his daughter, it was still half hard. It 
really took two comes in a row to get his battery fully discharged. The 
pressure of her lips on it was enough to get the tool to stiffen up right 
away. 

Samantha giggled as she sucked and kissed on it. It was kind of neat to be 
down there in the dark, guiding herself by feel alone, with her father's 
strong, masculine legs on either side of her. She stroked his ball sack and 
then slid her lips over the end of the prick. 

Why fight it? Jackson thought. It isn't my fault if I was born with a horny 
cock. He could also tell that his little girl had such an aptitude for sex 
that to expect her to remain in some kind of virginal purity would be silly. 

He was tempted to throw back the covers so that she could breathe more 
easily, but then he guessed from the giggles that his daughter kind of liked 
her present situation. 

She fondled his balls with her fingers while sliding her lips up and down 
the length of his shaft. Then she started to concentrate on sucking his cock 
right at the base of the head. 

Oh, shit! Wow! Oh! he gasped. That was the most sensitive spot on his whole 
body, and the way she was pressing her lips against it was driving his cock 
straight up the wall. 

Samantha pressed her mouth really hard against the cock while rubbing her 
fingers along the exposed length of it. He felt his prick go numb for an 
instant, and then it was shooting spunk into her like crazy. She felt it 
splatter into her mouth, gob after gob of it. She couldn't believe how much 
he still had left, despite the fact that this was his second shot. 

When he finished pumping, she sloshed the sperm over his cock, then 
swallowed it. She figured that he was pretty played out at this moment, but 
she sure needed some more attention. Having his prick in her mouth had 
gotten her pussy wound up again, and she was. going to have to get it 
unwound before she would be able to get any sleep. 

He lay on his back breathing heavily. She appeared from underneath blankets 
and scrambled up so that she was kneeling with her legs on either side of 
his face. That meant that her cunt was within easy reach of his tongue. The 
position was an invitation and he accepted it. That little twat of hers 
smelled so sweet that there was no way he could ignore it. His tongue went 
darting out and flicked against the delicate cuntlips. 

"Lick me Daddy! Lick me!" she said. 

He pulled his tongue back into his mouth and noticed that her twat tasted 
every bit as nice as it smelled. He sent the tongue slurping back for more 
of that pussy juice. 

"Uh! Uh! Uhhh!" she grunted as she felt him work her cunt faster and faster 
with his tongue. Her hips jiggled and shook with excitement. She pressed her 
hands against her tits and squeezed them. The nipples were already good and 
hard, but they managed to get even harder. 

Jackson sent his tongue slithering up into her pussy and then pulled it out 
again quickly, carrying plenty of pussy-juice into his mouth. He used the 
tongue-tip to pull at the entrance to her twat, and then he sent it 
slithering towards her throbbing clit, while the girl gasped and panted with 
come-need. 

"Lick my clit, Daddy!" she groaned. "Lick it! Lick it now!" 

He did just that, pressing the tip of his tongue hard against her come 
button. Her hips jerked forward as the first shock wave of her orgasm plowed 
into her. He pressed his lips against her labia and rode with the punch as 
her hips quivered and shook. 

"Daddy! You've made me come! You've made me COME!" 

She panted for breath as he kept on licking at her twat. Finally she eased 
herself off of him and snuggled into the bed beside him to spend the night. 

"Honey," he said, "have they really been calling you names at school?" 

"Sure Daddy," she said, "but you know how white folks are. I don't pay any 
attention to it." 

"Just you be careful, honey," he went on. "Things are getting kind of ugly." 

Things were about to get a lot uglier at the school, and all because of a 
certain Amanda Brown's hot little twat. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Amanda Brown was twelve, the same age as Samantha and Suzy. She gave every 
sign that one day she was going to be a really hot little piece of action. 
She also already gave signs of being a bitch. 

Her main feature was that she felt jealous of anyone who did something that 
she hadn't done yet, and tried to copy them. If she couldn't have her way 
she made as much trouble for everyone as she possibly could. 

All the girls talked about sex in the locker room. And the younger the 
girls, the more they boasted about how much sexual experience they had had. 
In most cases, the experience was at least half made up, but with Samantha 
and Suzy it was genuine. 

Amanda, who was from South Boston like Suzy was, immediately started to feel 
envious. 

Suzy and Samantha didn't tell the other girls that they fucked with their 
own fathers. But they did let out that they had plenty of sex, and there was 
something convincingly confident about the way they said it. 

Amanda decided to get to the bottom of things. Her cunt had been really hot 
for action for the past several months, but she hadn't had any sex yet. That 
was partly because the older boys didn't pay much attention to the girls in 
the seventh grade, and most of the seventh-grade boys were still more 
interested in things like model airplanes, than they were in girl's cunts. 
It was also because Amanda was a kind of a bitch. 

One day she went up to Suzy and said to her, "You know something, Suzy 
O'Brian, I don't believe a word of all that bullshit of yours." 

"What bullshit?" 

"About the boys you've fucked with." 

Suzy shrugged her shoulders. She knew that she had had sex with a boy at 
school, and if some dumb chick like Amanda wasn't going to believe her, she 
wasn't going to lose any sleep over the fact. 

"See, you don't even answer me," Amanda sneered. "That's because you can't 
name one boy you've fucked with." 

"How about Alex Dobbs?" Suzy said coolly. She noticed the look of shock on 
Amanda's face. Alex was black. He was the black boy who she'd been blowing 
when Miss Perkins walked in on them. Amanda was from South Boston, and had 
all the usual South Boston feeling about blacks. 

Well, Suzy didn't give a shit about what Amanda thought. She'd met too many 
nice black kids at school to worry about a lot of dumb prejudices. 

Amanda's first impulse was to tell everyone what she had found out. She 
could imagine just how horrified all of Suzy's white friends would be to 
learn that she had been fucking with a black. 

The trouble was that if she did that, she would be corroborating Suzy's 
claim to have actually fucked a boy. The other white girls would be shocked, 
but they might be impressed too. 

Amanda was impressed. She knew what Alex Dobbs looked like. He was a tall, 
lithe guy, with deep brown skin. The more Amanda thought about Suzy fucking 
with him, the more she thought that maybe Suzy was on to a good thing. 

So she would take him away from her. That way she would have him to herself, 
and that dumb little bitch Suzy wouldn't have anything. That was the way in 
which Amanda's mind worked. 

She started paying a lot of attention to Alex, and he felt that she might be 
worth fucking. He hadn't gotten much action at all out of Suzy since she 
started fucking with her father, though he didn't know that that was the 
reason. Amanda wasn't exactly the kind of girl he went for, but she had to 
biggest tits of any of the girls in the class. 

One day he ran across her in an empty corridor. "Come on in here," he said 
to her, indicating an empty classroom. He had had bad luck with an empty 
classroom before, but nothing had happened to him, and his cock needed some 
action. 

Amanda did, and he immediately took her in his arms and started to kiss her. 

The girl felt her twelve-year-old clit stiffen up at once. She had a lot of 
prejudices against blacks, but they turned her on too. 

Alex hadn't had a good fuck for a week, and he reached his hand eagerly up 
her skirt. He pressed his fingers against her twat. She shuddered with 
pleasure. 

Hell, she's no fox, but I guess she'll do, Alex thought as he pulled the 
girl's panties away from her steamy twat. He was able to press his fingers 
right against the delicate cuntskin now, without any layer of damp nylon in 
the way. Amanda was hardly able to breathe, she felt so excited. 

Alex felt her hand grab at his crotch. 

God damn is she lit up, he thought. 

Amanda had been wanting to have sex ever since she had turned into a woman 
at the age of eleven years and four months. This was her chance and she sure 
as shit was going to make the most of it. She wasn't interested in playing 
any passive role. She wanted to get her share of the action. 

She forced down the zipper of Alex's pants, and then she grabbed at his cock 
through his underpants. 

He was getting horny as she was. He pressed one hand against her right tit 
while continuing to feel up her cunt. 

"Shit, girl, let's get down to action," he said. 

That was fine with her. He forced her back against the teacher's desk, so 
that her ass was resting on it but her feet were on the floor. That meant 
that her cunt was right at the level of his crotch. He pulled his underpants 
down so that his cock could bob out into the open. He had her skirt up 
around her waist and he had already taken her panties off, so that there was 
nothing to prevent him shoving his tool into her steamy box. He unfastened 
her blouse and got the bra off. Those tits sure looked appetizing to him as 
they pouted on her chest. He took the nipples between his fingers and 
started to pull on them. Amanda had big nipples, just like she had big tits. 
But they sure got a lot bigger as he worked at them with his fingers. Soon 
each little pink nub had turned into a hard mound on the end of each breast. 

He took his prick in his hand and bent it down to the horizontal. Then he 
stuck the end of it into Amanda's cunt. 

She closed her eyes and waited for him to stuff her full of hard prick. She 
didn't have long to wait. He gave a shove with his hips that sent his cock 
plowing into her. For a moment she thought she was going to come right then 
and there, it felt so good to have a cock inside her. 

He shoved his rod back and forth inside her, his balls pressing against her 
outer cuntlips every time he drove his tool home. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

"You like it, baby?" 

"You're so fucking hard! Let me have that big prick of yours!" 

He let her have every inch, and it was so long that when he had it buried up 
to the hilt the tip of it actually touched the entrance to her womb. He was 
long and lean, with the kind of build that suggested that he might be a good 
basketball player one day, and his cock was every bit as long and lean as 
the rest of him. In fact, his cock was lot bigger than that of most grown 
men. 

Amanda loved every inch of it, and she kept gasping and groaning for more. 
Her whole body was trembling with come-need. He had already gotten her right 
on the edge of her blast off. 

He felt her pussy clutch violently at his cock while she let out a sort of 
half scream. She was coming, and coming like mad, her twat almost literally 
erupting around his cock, and he responded by shooting his load up into her 
in great pulsing heaves. 

Pump! Pump! Pump! His dork really had a load to get rid of, and she couldn't 
believe how long it kept shooting and shooting for. She didn't think he'd 
ever stop coming inside her, and she didn't want him to ever stop, either. 

He pulled out and said to her, "satisfied?" 

"Oh, wow, yeah," she said. "How long do I have to wait before I can get some 
more action like that?" 

"You don't have to wait at all," he said. "Just put your mouth on my prong, 
and you'll find out what kind of a second shot I have for girls who know how 
to suck. You do know how to SUCK, I suppose." 

Amanda had never sucked prick in her life, but she figured it was something 
she'd be able to learn pretty quickly. And the sight of his cock hanging 
there half-hard in front of her really turned her on. She had been waiting 
for some cock for about a year now. Just one dose wasn't anything like 
enough to take the edge off of her craving for it. 

She knelt at his feet and slipped her mouth over the tool. As soon as Alex's 
prick felt the pressure of a pair of girl's lips on it, it responded at 
once. Amanda thrilled to the feeling of the black boy's cock getting thicker 
and harder and longer as she sucked on it. It wasn't more than a minute 
before it was back at its old state. 

She slipped her lips up and down the length of it. Her clit was throbbing 
with excitement again, and she could feel the pussy-fluid ooze out of her 
twat. Her right hand went down between her legs and she started to feel up 
her pussy while sucking away on his prick. 

Alex leaned back against the desk and enjoyed the pressure of her lips on 
his prong. 

He felt his muscles tense all along his legs and in his back. He didn't much 
like this chick Amanda, but he had to admit that she had a way of 
cocksucking. 

Amanda pressed her tongue against the head of his prick as it rested in her 
mouth, and then slid the tongue-tip down to the place where the knob ended. 

That did it. She felt his cock quiver in her mouth, and then it started to 
shoot. First one warm gob of sperm splattered against the back of her mouth, 
and then another and another as he came good and hard. She kept right on 
sucking even as his cock kept shooting. Soon there was sperm under her 
tongue, sperm between her teeth and her cheeks, sperm dribbling down her 
throat. Sperm everywhere, and it kept right on coming. And this was his 
second shot! 

When he stopped, she eased her mouth off the cock and swallowed the stuff. 
As she did so, she pressed her fingers against her supercharged clit. And 
her pussy immediately exploded in a series of great jarring shudders. 

"Oh, wow," she said. "Can we do that some more some time?" she asked him. 

"Anytime you want, baby," he said, sauntering out the door. "Anytime you 
want." 

Amanda wanted it a lot, and Alex found himself spending more and more time 
fucking her. He wished that he liked the chick better as a person, but he 
had to admit to himself that she was a good fuck. 

There was a black chick he really liked. He'd never tried anything with her 
because he really liked her, and he was afraid that if he made a move and 
she then turned him down, she wouldn't even her him be her friend any more. 

He noticed after fucking with Amanda that Cindy, was kind of cool with him. 
It used to be she liked to talk with him whenever they passed in the hall, 
but now she just looked the other way. 

"Hey, Cindy, I want to talk to you," he said. 

"I haven't got time, Alex." 

"Come on, Cindy, don't give me that jive," he said, "I just want to talk, 
uh?" 

"Well, okay," she said, "but I haven't long, so you'd better make it 
snappy." 

"That's what I want to talk to you about. The fact that you haven't got any 
time for me any more. It used to be you liked to talk to me, but now all I 
get from you is the cold shoulder treatment." 

"Oh, yes?" 

"Yeah, Cindy, you know that's so. What's the matter? Have I done something 
to get you mad at me? I'd like to know what it is anyway." 

"Well," she said coldly, "if you want to know the truth, Mr. Dobbs, I 
haven't got much time for dudes who are only interested in honky chicks. 

Lord almighty, the fox is jealous, he thought. 

"C'mon Cindy, you know that's different." 

"How come it's so different?" 

"That's just for fun, that business with Amanda. I don't dig her. I think 
she's a bitch. 

"You don't think you can have fun with a sister?" 

"Baby, if you'll stop giving me the cold shoulder, we can have all the fun 
you want," he said to her, looking her straight in the eye. 

Cindy wasn't a bitch. The cold sharp act was just that-an act she put on 
because she felt Alex had rejected her for someone else. When she saw he was 
serious, she warmed up at once. 

"It's a deal," she said softly. Then she added, "when are you guys going to 
wake up to the fact that no matter how we act, all us girls like sex?" 

They were in an empty classroom in no time. He pulled her panties off, and 
threw her skirt up around her waist. He really wanted this fox, and he was 
going to have her right away. He pulled down his zipper, and up popped his 
cock, hard and long and ready. 

Cindy shivered with excitement and nervousness. She had never had sex 
before, and she'd been kind of strictly brought up. But she was crazy about 
Alex, and she knew that she would do anything rather than lose him. And once 
she got a look at that huge prick of his, she knew that she wanted it for 
its own sake. 

Alex got her to bend over the desk, and then he reached forward and cupped 
her tits in his hands. The girl shivered with excitement as she felt how he 
rubbed the palms of his hands against her fast-swelling nipples. His other 
hand was on her twat, stroking and pulling at the cunt-lips while she gave 
little gasps of pleasure. 

He positioned the tip of his cock against her labia and rubbed it back and 
forth. Ever since his first sexual experience with Suzy, he had learned a 
lot about sex, and he liked putting what he had learned to use. 

Cindy could hardly wait to have his prick inside her. She wanted to call 
out, to tell him that she just had to have his cock, but she was too shy to 
do that, even though her cunt was going crazy for a taste of his male 
hardness. All she could do was wait while the pressure of his prick-tip on 
her pussy threatened to drive her straight out of her mind. 

Alex was just about as hot as she was, and he didn't wait long before 
shoving his dork into her. Her cunt contracted excitedly around his 
thrusting prong as he buried it deep inside her. He paused for a second, 
enjoying the tight feel of her pussy around his prick. 

"Al-lex ... " she pleaded. Alex could tell from her tone of voice just how 
badly she needed his cock, and he was way too nice a guy and way too fond of 
her to keep her waiting when she was really desperate. He started to slide 
his prick back and forth inside her cunt while her hips trembled in time to 
each of his powerful, pounding male thrusts. 

Faster and faster he rammed his cock into her again and again, sliding the 
super-hard male organ back and forth on the thin film of pussy-juice that 
she was secreting. 

"Ohhh! Harder! Harder!" she gasped. Her shyness and reserve were starting to 
collapse now that his cock was getting her pussy all wound up. She forgot 
all about the things her mother had told her concerning how a "nice girl" 
should behave. All she could remember was that her cunt felt good, and 
Alex's prick was making it feel better with every thrust. 

In! Out! In! Out! 

Almost there ... almost ... almost ... 

Alex's balls hurt they were so anxious to unload his spunk into her. His 
cock felt like it would simply snap in two if it got any harder. 

"Fuck, baby, you're so fine! So fucking fine!" he grunted as he shoved the 
last few strokes into her. He knew that the two of them would be coming in a 
second or two. 

It was while he was pulling his prick back that he felt it start to come. He 
shoved it on home again just as the hard brown cock started to gush, 
shooting his load of sperm up into her in one great hiccoughing spasm after 
another. 

It was the first time Cindy's cunt had ever felt a cock come inside it, and 
it responded like the end of the world. Alex felt how her tender cunt-walls 
clutched furiously around his prick, as if trying to squeeze every possible 
drop of sperm out of it. 

Come! Come! Come! Come! The two of them were really letting go, really 
unwinding, their bodies shaking and quivering in perfect time to each other. 

"Coming baby! I'm coming so fucking hard!" Cindy gasped as she felt the 
orgasm blast through her like a stick of dynamite. And his cock was just as 
hot and horny as her cunt! 

He pulled his rod out of her, and took her in his arms. She huddled next to 
him, feeling very passive and female and happy. She had a reputation for 
being kind of a conservative chick, and he guessed that maybe she was kind 
of shook up by the fact that she had just been fucked for the first time. 
She was, but what she mostly felt was happiness. She'd been turned on by 
Alex since the beginning of school, and now at last she'd had his cock 
inside her. She didn't feel like there was much more she could ask for. 

Alex still felt kind of horny, and he knew a way to make the fox feel really 
good. He knelt on the floor and placed his face right next to her box. She 
could feel his breath on her tender pussy-flesh. Inexperienced though she 
was she could guess what it was that he had in mind. She spread her legs 
slightly so that he could get his mouth on her twat. 

He gazed hungrily at the soft brown cuntlips, which were glistening with 
female fluid. Then he pressed his tongue lightly against them. He felt her 
shiver with excitement, and the harder he pressed his tongue, the more she 
shivered. 

"Oooh, Alex, that feels so good," she gasped. 

He ran his tongue the length of her cuntlips, taking care not to touch her 
actual clit, since he knew that if he did that she would just start coming 
right away. He slipped his tongue on up into her steamy cunt. He pressed the 
tip of his tongue against her slick cunt-walls, enjoying the taste of he 
female fluid as he did so. She shuddered again. Her nipples were really 
screaming for attention, but he was too busy with her cunt to think of them. 
So Cindy decided to use her own fingers on them. She stroked and pulled at 
the hard little passion nubs, teasing them into a state of real frenzy. She 
squeezed the soft brown globes of her tits, too. 

"Lick me Alex, baby! Lick me good!" she sighed as she felt how his tongue 
darted back and forth over her pussy skin. Her hips were quivering and 
undulating with excitement now as he used his tongue to get her more and 
more wound up. He knew that it wouldn't be long at all before he had her 
coming. His cock was swollen to full size, and he longed to touch it. He 
didn't though, since he didn't want to waste his second shot. He knew just 
exactly what he wanted to do with it. 

Flick! Flick! Flick! His tongue danced faster and faster across her cunt. 
The girl was really writhing and wriggling now, hardly able to stand the 
fire that he had lighted between her legs. 

He pressed his tongue hard against her cuntlips and started to move it 
slowly towards her pussy. She knew that he was heading for her clit, and she 
also knew that the moment he touched it she would be coming! 

Closer and closer he came, his tongue tip making a little furrow in her 
delicate brown cuntlips. Then, he sloshed his tongue back and forth right on 
her throbbing fun-button. 

"UHHHHH! I'm coming! I'm COMING! COMING! OHHHHHHH!" she groaned as the great 
shuddering spasms of her orgasm pulsed through her. His tongue kept right on 
licking at her even as her body shivered and heaved with the force of the 
mind-blowing, pussy-busting orgasm that was tearing through her. 

He couldn't get enough of that cunt-juice in his mouth, and even though her 
pelvis was actually punching against his face, Alex preferred to keep his 
mouth right there in position close to the action. 

"Can't stand it ... can't ... can't ... " Her voice trailed away to nothing 
as the force of her come finally left her. He gave her twat a final lick and 
then got to his feet. 

Cindy was a very considerate girl, and as soon as she saw how stiff looking 
his prick was, she started worrying about how it felt. 

"Alex, I've got to get that cock of yours off! Wow, does it look hard!" 

"Now don't you worry about a thing, Cindy," Alex said. "Just you get your 
breath back and calm down, and then we can worry about doing something for 
this prick of mine." 

Cindy didn't want to calm down until she had taken care of his frantic cock, 
though. 

"Okay," Alex said. He laid her flat on her back on the floor, and got on top 
of her. He didn't want to have an ordinary fuck though. He wanted to try 
something different. 

Cindy's tits were almost as big as Amanda's, which meant that for her age 
they were really pretty large. Alex was very turned on by tits, and there 
was an idea that he'd had for some time that he wanted to try out with a 
pair of them. 

He placed a knee on either side of Cindy's chest and then laid his cock 
between her big tits. He pressed the tits together, squeezing the cock 
between them. 

"Okay, honey," he said to the girl, "I've usually got some spunk left on my 
second shot, so if you'd like to keep your mouth open, maybe I can shoot 
some of it into you." 

Cindy opened her mouth eagerly. She couldn't imagine anything that she would 
rather have than some more of Alex's sperm in her mouth. 

The young boy started to slide his prick back and forth between her breasts. 
They were so nice and soft he thought that they were just about as good for 
giving his cock a workout as her cunt was. The feeling of his hard penis 
between her tits was enough to drive Cindy clear out of her mind. She felt 
her nipples stiffen up more and more. Alex was holding her breasts in such a 
way that he could rub the palms of his hands across the swollen passion 
nubs. 

"Oh, wow," Cindy gasped, "you're so hard, brother!" 

He was hard when he started, and he was getting even harder with just about 
every second that went by as he laid his prick faster and faster between her 
soft brown tits. Her head tossed from side to side with excitement as she 
felt him work himself up for a come. There wasn't any way that he could get 
to her twat to do anything nice to it, but she had her own hands there and 
was squeezing her cuntlips together and flicking them between her fingers. 

Alex felt himself hanging right on the edge of his come. He knew that he 
would be shooting any minute. He'd promised that he was going to get the 
sperm in her mouth, and he was determined that that was just what he was 
going to do, too. 

As he gave one last thrust, his cock started to quiver and fire, and he 
pointed it towards her mouth. At first he didn't have the elevation quite 
right, and the first gob of sperm landed on her nose. He was able to correct 
that, and the rest went in her mouth. 

The instant her tits felt his-cock quivering between them, she pressed her 
fingers right against her clit. That was all her overwrought pussy needed. 
Her cunt burst with a thermonuclear blast of pure female fuck energy. Even 
as she felt his sperm landing on her face and in her mouth he felt her body 
writhe and wriggle under him as she came, and came, and came ... 

It was a really great go for both of them, and in the days that followed, 
Alex "would have been willing to limit himself sexually to Cindy. But Amanda 
kept offering her cunt to him, and he couldn't help feeling that after all, 
cunt was cunt. 

A couple of weeks later, Cindy said to him, "you know, Alex, I don't want 
you to think of me as some kind of super-possessive fox who doesn't want her 
man to have any freedom or anything. But I don't really like the way you run 
around after other chick's cunts when all you have to do is whistle and you 
can have mine." 

"I don't run around after other chick's cunt, they run around after me!" he 
said. 

"I know, Alex, but I wish you'd say no." 

He had to admit to himself that Cindy had a point. The next time Amanda 
suggested that they go off and fuck, he was right at the point of telling 
her that they were through when he said to himself, shit, if this is the 
end, I might as well get one more bang out of it. She sure as hell isn't 
going to let me in that cunt of hers any more once I tell her that it's all 
over between us! 

"Okay, honey," Alex said, "how about you and me trying out something 
different?" He'd gotten a book on sex positions from the public library and 
he'd been studying it. He figured that he might as well find out with Amanda 
if it was any good or not. Then he'd know whether or not to use it with 
Cindy. 

Amanda didn't have any objections to their using a new position. She wanted 
to learn as much about sex as she possibly could. Alex sat down in a chair 
and held his prick straight up. 

"You want me to sit down on your prick?" she asked. 

"That's right, baby," he said. 

The chair didn't have any arms, and Amanda was able to place a leg on either 
side of it. Then she lowered her cunt down over his tool, giving a little 
sigh as she impaled herself on the hard male prong. 

She sat on his lap for a moment. 

"Okay," he said, "now work your pussy up and down over my cock, and I think 
that we'll be able to have a good time together!" 

She unbent her knees, lifting her twat up from his prick. Then she slid back 
on down again. The position was kind of awkward at first, but soon she got 
the hang of it and was doing it with a nice, steady motion. 

Up and down she went, up and down, moving faster and faster as the presence 
of his hard cock inside her got her more and more horny. Her pussy was awash 
with cunt-juice. It even made a little squishing noise every time she moved. 

For both of them the biggest plus with the position was the way in which 
Alex didn't have any trouble getting to her tits. They were right in front 
of him, and he cupped them in his fingers, using his thumb to rub the 
nipples into a state of really frantic hardness. 

"Fine baby, really fine," he gasped as he felt her cunt get his prick more 
and more turned on. She had him right on the edge of his come already. Right 
on the fucking edge ... 

She paused a moment with just the head of his cock inside her, and then she 
slid quickly down again. She felt her body shudder with the force of her 
come as it slammed into her, and even as it kept on sliding down her pussy 
contracted rapidly around his spasming prick. 

Even though it was his second shot, Alex's prick was shooting away like he 
hadn't had a come with the thing in the last ten months. She felt the 
boycream splatter up against the entrance to her womb like machine-gun 
bullets slamming into a wall. 

She rested on his lap for a while, his cock still inside her. When she 
pulled off at last, he was already horny for his second shot. He told her to 
get on her hands and knees, and then he shoved his cock into her tight 
little asshole while she gave a groan of pleasure. His cock, which was good 
and slick from her cunt juice, moved easily back and forth. He felt his 
muscles tense as he got ready to fire. He had his hands on her tits and was 
feeling them up like mad, driving the nipples crazy with constant pinching 
and tweaking and kneading the smooth white globes between his long, brown 
fingers. 

"Harder! Harder! Harder!" she gasped in time to his strokes. He slid his 
free hand down her belly and cupped her crotch. Even as his prick slammed 
back and forth inside her asshole, his fingers were working their way up her 
pussy. Every now and then he took his fingers out of her cunt and sucked the 
cunt-juice off of them before putting them back to work. 

Cunt, ass, tits! She was getting it everywhere at once, and she was loving 
every bit of it. She was panting and puffing like a locomotive as he drove 
her wilder and wilder with his nimble hands and his hard driving cock. 

Then he was coming, shooting his load into her, and all he had to do with 
his fingers was press them against her clit to have her coming too. 

"Uhhhhhf. Oh Wow-ow-OWWWWW!" she groaned as the orgasm surged through her 
frantic female body and as his cock continued to tremble in the confines of 
her tight ass. 

When they were done, Alex realized that he had to level with her. He told 
her how he really enjoyed fucking with her, but there was another chick who 
suited him better. He thought maybe he would be better off with a black 
chick ... 

Amanda started to plead with him, but it didn't take her long to see that 
his mind was made up, and that he had rejected her for a black girl. She set 
her mouth very hard. Alex saw that and couldn't help feeling that that meant 
trouble. 

He was right. That night Amanda went to her father in tears." When he asked 
her what was wrong, she said, "one of the black boys at school told me he 
wanted ... wanted to have SEX with me!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Amanda's father hit the ceiling. He kept pressing his daughter for details, 
and she kept inventing more and more. Amanda certainly didn't want to tell 
him that she had gone and gotten some black cock of her own free will. 
Instead, she made up stories of black guys fingering her in the hallway, 
pinching her ass, and suggesting to her that they could give her a good time 
with their pricks. None of this was true, but Amanda was a good little 
actress, and the way in which she hesitated to say "his thing" soon had her 
father convinced that his daughter was a pure little flower about to be 
trampled on by lustful black teenagers. And that was something that he 
wasn't about to take lying down. 

"Someone's going to pay for this, even if the whole city gets burned down," 
he said to his wife. 

Tension had been building since the first day of school, and he knew that if 
he tried hard enough, he might get the city burned down. After what his 
daughter had told him, he didn't think that would necessarily be such a bad 
idea. 

He kept asking his daughter for the names of some of the boys who had 
approached her. But Amanda was afraid that the truth would come out if Alex 
was questioned by anyone, so she just said, "I don't know what their names 
are. You know how they all look alike." 

That fitted her father's views on blacks, so he took-Amanda's word for it. 
Sitting down he wrote a steaming letter to both of the Boston papers, 
describing how the result of integration of the South Boston school was that 
little girls were being sexually molested by blacks. 

The next morning when he realized that neither paper had run it, Damon Brown 
seethed. But he wasn't finished yet. He had a friend who would be able to 
help him, or so he hoped. 

Patrick Sullivan was a city councilman from South Boston who had eyes on the 
Mayor's office. He had already gotten a name for himself as a real foe of 
busing. He was an old friend of Brown's from school days, and like a lot of 
machine-type politicians, he liked to keep in touch with old cronies from 
the neighborhood. Brown knew that he would be willing to see him. 

He was, and Brown told him Amanda's story. 

"Filthy! Disgusting!" Sullivan said. "They should all be shipped back to 
Africa!" 

"Are you going to tell the public about it?" Brown asked. 

"You'd better believe that I am," Sullivan said. "I'm going to paint it all 
over this town. Just wait until my radio interview tomorrow!" 

Ten to one Brown's dumb little twat of a daughter minted all the black cock 
she could get, Sullivan thought as he showed a satisfied Brown out the door. 
Sullivan was a cynic, but he was not stupid. 

In fact, he was smart enough to know that the busing issue might be the 
rocket that could lift him to the mayor's office. And he knew just what side 
of the issue he was going to be on. The one he thought would win. 

Sullivan spent the rest of the afternoon working on his radio presentation. 
It was already scheduled, but it was sure going to be a lot livelier than 
anyone had foreseen. 

As he finished up his planned remarks in his notepad, he gave his cock a 
squeeze. 

"You've been wanting some action all afternoon, haven't you?" he said to his 
prick. Sullivan was a horny bastard, and his cock needed all the action he 
could possibly give it. 

"Cancel the rest of my appointments," he said to his secretary, and left the 
office. Fifteen minutes later he was in a little one-room apartment he 
rented for the sole purpose of satisfying his hungry prick. 

"Hi there, Sally," he said into the phone. "Can you let me have a girl right 
away? Not too light, now, understand? Cafe-au-lait'll do, but not high 
yaller." 

Sullivan was very proud of himself for knowing the French word for coffee 
with milk. The reason he knew it was because the color brown played such an 
important part in his sex life. 

A little while later, as he lay on the bed naked fondling his prick, he 
heard a knock on the door. There was a black girl on the other side. 

"Hi, I'm Lola," the girl said. 

He grabbed both of the black girl's tits and started to squeeze them. 

"Hey don't bruise me." 

"Shit, the bruises won't show on you, baby," he said. 

Pig, she thought, but she didn't say anything. She wasn't paid to tell pigs 
what she thought of them. 

"That sure is a fine looking hunk of meat that you've got there," she said. 
She reached her hand around it and started to squeeze. 

"Mmmm, nice, baby, but be careful or I won't be able to get it up your 
twat." 

I should be so lucky, Lola thought. She was a big tall girl with medium 
brown skin and almost coal black eyes. Sullivan couldn't believe how much he 
wanted to fuck her. 

He pulled her down on the bed with him, and then shoved his head up her 
skirt. It turned him on to beat shit to have his head under a woman's skirt. 
So much of the pussy-smell was trapped that way. He pressed his lips against 
her moist panties and breathed deeply through his nose. 

"Careful, honey, you'll tear my dress," she said to him as he writhed 
around. It was a sheath dress and pretty tight. 

There just isn't room under it for a big old fart like him, she thought. 

"Shit, I'll pay for it if I tear it," he said. He was enjoying this dark 
back-to-the-womb effect too much to want to stop now. He pulled her panties 
down part way with his teeth, and then pressed his lips against her twat as 
if he was missing a mouth. His prick felt for a second like it was going to 
explode. He couldn't believe what a turn-on this moist black twat was. He 
ran his tongue along her pussy lips, just using the tip of it and sliding it 
fast back and forth along the slick pussy-skin. 

Shit, Lola thought, this dude may be a jerk, but he sure knows how to lick 
cunt. She was like her friend Carla in that she really enjoyed sex, and 
Sullivan knew too much about how to use his tongue on a pussy for Lola not 
to find her muscles tensing more and more, and her cunt giving little 
contractions. 

Sullivan drank cunt-juice from her pussy, actually sucking it from her. Then 
he sent his tongue darting across her clit. 

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The come slammed into her really good and hard. Her hips 
bucked and heaved while Sullivan kept right on licking at her twat. 

"UHHHHHH!" she moaned, and then she yelled "SHIT!" 

Just as she stopped thrashing around she heard her dress tear. It was 
because that creep of a John was underneath it. 

"You know how much this cost?" she said to the city councilman as he pulled 
his head out from under it. 

"I couldn't give a shit. I told you I'll pay for it." He went to his pants 
and took out his wallet. He handed Lola a hundred dollars. Sullivan was 
enough of an old-timer as far as politics was concerned that he always 
believed in having plenty of cash on him. And he liked to play big shot with 
whores. As for the money, there was always plenty more where that came from 
waiting to be stolen. 

The hundred dollars put Lola in a good mood, since a glance at her dress 
told her that all that had happened was that a seam had pulled out. Her 
dressmaker would charge her five bucks to fix it. 

Sullivan's cock was pulsing with come-need now. He had been plenty horny 
even before licking Lola's pussy, and now he* was a real tiger. He had to 
get his cock in her warm twat right away. 

"Okay, baby," he said, "let's see if you feel as good as you taste." 

She took off her dress and underwear. Sullivan gazed at her smooth body and 
said "Ooooh boy, is black ever beautiful." 

Lola felt like giving him a clip on the ear, but she didn't. He placed his 
right hand on her crotch and fondled her cuntlips. She gave a little sigh of 
pleasure in spite of herself. She almost wished that this creep was a bad 
lay so that she could dislike him more. 

Sullivan wormed his fingers up her pussy, spreading them apart so that the 
joints pressed against the cunt walls. He used the fingers of his other hand 
to tug playfully at the girl's kinky pubic hair, and then he slid them 
slowly up her belly towards her tits. He pushed these away from her chest 
and let them flop back down again. He took the nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger and squeezed it. Lola let out a low moan. Her tits were 
sensitive, and this jerk of a honky knew how to handle them all right. She 
had to give him credit for that. 

They were both kneeling on the bed, and Sullivan moved up closer to her. She 
guessed what it was that he wanted, and she spread her legs a little further 
apart. Then she waited while he positioned the tip of his cock inside her 
cunt. 

Sullivan gave a thrust of his hips, and his prick slid on into her. 

"Feels nice, huh baby?" 

"Uh huh," she said disinterestedly. Actually that hard cock did feel nice in 
her pussy, but she'd had enough of this conceited honky. 

The bored way she said that made Sullivan determined to show her that he 
could fuck like nobody else. He worked his hips frantically back and forth, 
really pistoning her cunt with his cock, while fondling her tits with his 
hands. 

"Oh, wow!" she gasped. She was trying to keep from seeming too impressed, 
but it wasn't easy, because Sullivan really did know his stuff. Every time 
he thrust his cock into her he pulled her labia across her clit in a way 
that made her think that she was going to come right then and there. But he 
also knew how to work a girl up to the edge of her come without going over. 

"Oh, fuck me! Puck me, baby!" Lola had almost forgotten her resolution not 
to tell Sullivan how much all he was turning her on. There was just no 
getting around how fantastic that prick of his felt in her pussy. 

In! Out! In! Out! All Sullivan could think of was how he was turned on by 
the tight black twat that was clutching at his prick. His balls were pulled 
up tight at the base of his prick. He knew that he was right on the brink 
... 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

Splat! A gob of sperm shot out of his prick, followed by another one, and 
another, as he came in a series of great heaving spasms. And the sensation 
of that meaty dork quivering inside her was enough to get Lola off too. 

"Eeeeeeeeahhhhh!" She let out a little scream as she felt the first stab of 
her orgasm. Every muscle in her body seemed to unwind at once ... every 
nerve was bursting like a firecracker on a string of firecrackers. 

"SHIT! SHIT! FUCK!" she gasped as the final wave of the come came washing 
through her. 

"Whewwww," she sighed at last. Her cunt felt really wrung out. 

Sullivan pulled his cock out of her and said, "Not bad, huh, honey?" 

"No," she admitted, "it was pretty good." 

"Pretty good? Shit, just look at my prick! It's just as hard as it was when 
I had it inside you!" 

It was, too. Sullivan's cock had plenty of staying power. Lola guessed that 
he would want a second shot. 

"Where do you want it, big boy?" she asked. 

"Right up that little brown ass of yours," he replied. 

"You got some petroleum jelly?" she asked. 

"Right in that drawer," he said. He enjoyed fucking women up the tailpipe, 
and for that reason he always kept a jar of petroleum jelly handy. 

She smeared his prick with the stuff, and then positioned herself on her 
hands and knees. He reached forward and took her tits in his hands. After 
squeezing and fondling them for a while, he shoved his cock up her butt. 

"Nnnnnnghhhh! Careful!" she grunted. He was pretty thick, and there was less 
room in her ass than there was in her cunt. 

Sullivan wasn't interested in being careful. What he was interested in doing 
was in giving his prick a good time. He slammed it back and forth inside her 
while fondling her tits. Lola had to admit that she was getting pretty 
worked up. She wished that he had one of his hands on her cunt, but that was 
a detail that she could take care of herself. She used her fingers to tease 
and tantalize her pussy while Sullivan continued to ram his cock up her 
tailpipe. 

She felt his cock start to spew, and she pressed her fingers against her 
clit right at that moment. The two of them came together, and came good and 
hard, with her body shivering with the force of her orgasm and his cock 
pumping away like mad. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" he gasped as he felt his prick give its final 
shiver. Then he pulled his cock out. 

Lola got dressed and left. Sullivan flopped down on the bed and started 
glancing through the notes he had made for the radio presentation. 

"This threat to the moral rectitude of our children is something we have to 
combat with every means at our disposal," he read. "Sexual morality and 
civilization are one and the same." 

Not bad, he thought. Not bad. Goddam was that a hot little, fox just now, or 
what? 

Sullivan's talk on the radio was just the kind of spark in the powder keg 
that he had hoped it would be. The radio station's switchboards were jammed, 
and the mood of the city turned really ugly. 

The next day, there were thousands of protestors around the school building. 
The police were out in force, but there was plenty of rock throwing. 

O'Brian was driving home early from the fire station. He wanted to make sure 
that everything was all right with Suzy. Then he saw the car, and the girl, 
and the toughs. 

The car was about twenty years old, and it had a dent for every year. The 
girl was black and about sixteen, and standing there next to it looking at 
the boys who were heading ominously down the street towards her. They were 
South Boston boys, and they were looking for trouble. The remarks that 
Sullivan had made on the radio had really gotten the city hating. 

O'Brian drove past the stalled car just as the boys closed in. He glanced in 
the rear-view mirror and saw that they were starting to push and shove the 
girl, and slap her. 

He wheeled his car around at once and headed back towards the girl. 

I may not be any black-lover, he thought, but I'm sure as shit not going to 
stand for something like that. 

He pulled to a stop next to the group and got out. He saw that there was a 
twelve-year-old girl too, crying. 

"Okay, boys, like to try someone your own size?" 

"Hey there old man, just keep your nose out of this, huh?" 

One of the youths shoved O'Brian, and got a crashing right on the jaw in 
exchange. O'Brian had boxed semi-pro as a young man, and he was still not 
exactly a cream puff. He kicked one of the other boys in the crotch, and 
then grabbed the two girls and shoved them in his car. The hooligans were so 
surprised by the speed of his reaction that by the time they knew what was 
happening, O'Brian's car was roaring down the road towards the causeway and 
Boston. 

"Hey, man, you sure know your stuff. Thanks a lot," the older girl said. 

"Ah, don't mention it," he said. He felt pretty proud of what he had just 
done. 

"Not every white man would do that for a couple of black girls in trouble," 
she went on. 

O'Brian wondered if he would have done it a few weeks ago. This business 
with Samantha had eased off a lot of his prejudices about blacks. Well, 
maybe he would have done it anyway. He didn't much care for the idea of a 
bunch of young punks roughing up girls. 

"This is my sister Effie," the older girl said. "I came to pick her up 
'cause I heard on the radio this afternoon that everyone was all steamed up 
on account of that guy Sullivan's speech." 

"Yeah, I guess they are pretty steamed up," he said. 

"I'd like to do something nice for you," the older girl said. 

"Ah, think nothing of it, like I said." 

"No, I would." 

He suddenly realized what she was talking about. And as he glanced at her, 
he saw too that gratitude was only part of the reason that she was offering 
to have sex with him. She was really turned on by him. The manly way that he 
had stepped in to save her and her sister from the punks had really gotten 
her pussy-juices flowing. 

Hell, why not, he thought. If it had just been gratitude he wouldn't have 
felt like accepting it. But-since the girl was obviously hot, he figured he 
might as well fuck with her. He turned off the causeway to his favorite 
fucking ground. 

"Sure is spooky here," twelve-year-old Effie said. 

"What about her?" he asked Patty. 

"She and I don't have any secrets from each other. She isn't exactly 
innocent either, you know." 

O'Brian parked his car in the end of a blind alley. 

"Guess if Mr. Sullivan heard about this he wouldn't exactly like it," Patty 
said. 

This alley had a bend in it, and they were totally hidden from view. O'Brian 
had found it while looking for a really good, safe place to fuck with 
Samantha. He got out of the car and spread a blanket from the trunk on the 
cobblestones. 

"Since you saved me, I should be the one that does all the work," Patty 
said. 

"Fine by me," O'Brian replied. He had nothing at all against positions in 
which the female played the active role. He lay down on the blanket after 
peeling his clothes off. 

Patty bent over his cock and started to stroke it. Her tongue darted out of 
her mouth and she covered the thing with saliva. Meanwhile, her nimble 
fingers were busy working over his balls. His cock was already pretty stiff, 
but it didn't take more than about two seconds of this kind of action for it 
to be so hard that it was just about literally hurting. 

Patty figured that she had better not go overboard on the kissing and 
fondling or his prick would start shooting right away. She placed a knee on 
either side of his thighs and worked her way down over his cock. He gave a 
little sigh of pleasure as he felt the head of his whanger slip into her 
tight pussy. 

"Twat! There's nothing like it," he said. 

"Oh, yes there is if you're a girl," Patty said. "And that's cock." 

She slid the rest of the way down the length of his shaft so that his prick 
was all the way up inside her. Then she jiggled playfully up and down on his 
balls. 

Her tits weren't very big, but they were nice and round, and O'Brian reached 
his hands up to fondle them. The smile on Patty's face told him just how 
sensitive those smooth brown globes of hers were. 

She started to work her twat up and down over his cock, going slowly at 
first, faster and faster. 

All of a sudden, O'Brian's view of the sky was blotted out by something a 
lot nicer looking-Effie's hairless little twat! The girl had been watching 
her sister fuck with O'Brian, and had decided that she didn't want to be 
left out of the action. The man's prick was already occupied, but he still 
had a mouth and tongue and she figured he might be willing to give her some 
pleasure with that. 

She was dead right. O'Brian's tongue flicked across her little brown labia 
while the child quivered with excitement. She sat down on his chest right 
below his neck. That way his tongue could get at her pussy without any 
trouble and she wouldn't have to squat. 

Lick! Lick! Lick! His tongue slurped faster and faster across Effie's pussy, 
and all the while her sister was sliding up and down his cock. He was really 
getting as much action as any guy could possibly handle at any one time, and 
man, oh man, did it ever feel good. 

Patty was breathing heavily now as she worked her pussy up and down his 
prick. Her cunt was really clutching at the thing. She couldn't remember 
when she had ever felt juicier. This guy had one of the finest tools she 
could remember ever having in her. Before she let him take her home, she was 
going to find out just how good he was at actually handling it. Fantastic, 
she imagined. 

O'Brian wormed his tongue way into little Effie's twat. She didn't have much 
in the way of tits, but he was able to tweak and pinch her nipples. The 
little girl laughed as he did that. 

Patty felt like little rings of fire were burning their way up her twat and 
all the way up her spine. She knew that she was just about to come. 

O'Brian figured he was pretty close to his blastoff, too. His balls were all 
tingly and excited, and his cock was pulsing with raw come-energy. 

Patty pulled her pussy up the length of his cock very slowly, and then slid 
back down again one more time. The response from his cock was instantaneous. 
It immediately started to spew its load into her, pumping away in great 
heaving gushes. 

Her twat exploded with burst after burst of come-joy as she felt his rod 
fire away inside her. And little Effie was coming too. The instant he felt 
his cock start to shoot, O'Brian had pulled his tongue out of her vagina and 
pressed it squarely against her clit. That was all the child needed for a 
come, and her ass-cheeks quivered on his chest as the orgasm ripped through 
her. 

Patty waited a second and then got off of his cock. Effie stood up too. 

"Gee, girls, I'm the one who should be thanking you," O'Brian said as he got 
to his feet. 

"I hope that that doesn't mean that the show is over," Patty said with an 
impish smile on her broad brown lips. 

"You don't want it to be?" 

"Not when you have a prick that looks like that," she said, pointing at his 
tool. It was true that his cock had hardly gone soft yet at all. 

"I never say no to a lady," he said, placing his fingers on the cunts of 
both girls and fondling them. 

Patty and Effie both gave little squeals of delight as they felt his fingers 
go to work on their twats. He backed them against a nearby wall and 
continued to feel them up. It really turned him on like hell to have a 
girl's cunt in each hand, and he could see that they thought being felt up 
at once was pretty neat too. 

His cock was getting really eager again, so he figured that he didn't want 
to prolong this hand action too long. He wormed his fingers around in their 
vaginas for a couple more minutes and then flicked at their clits with his 
thumb. They busted their cookies almost at once, and he laughed as he felt 
them shudder and quiver on his fingers. 

They both still felt horny, though; and so did he, now. 

"I wish I could accommodate both of you girls," he said to them, "but I'm 
afraid I've got only one more shot left in me." 

"That's okay," Effie said. "Give it to Patty." 

"She's got a boyfriend waiting for her at home. He'll take care of her," 
Patty explained. 

"Don't you?" 

"Fraid not." 

"What, a good looking chick like you doesn't have a boyfriend to take care 
of her pussy?" 

"Let's just say that I'm between boyfriends," she said. "I had one who was a 
real stud, but he had a creepy personality, so I told him to go fuck off." 

She lay on the ground, and O'Brian got down next to her. 

"You know that old joke about how the best kind of birth-control pill is an 
aspirin held between the knees?" 

"Yeah." 

"Well, did you know that it's a load of shit? It's possible to fuck a girl 
from the front while her knees are held together." 

"You're shittin' me!" 

"No, put your knees together and I'll show you," O'Brian said. 

The girl clamped her knees really tightly together. She wanted O'Brian's 
cock, but she also wanted to see if what he said was true, and she wasn't 
planning on making things easy for him. 

He smiled. Every girl he'd shown this position to had clamped her knees 
together as hard as she could. 

O'Brian placed himself on top of her, but with his knees outside of hers 
rather than inside. He had his cock in his right hand and guided the tip of 
his prick between her thighs. 

Patty suddenly saw that he wasn't kidding her. The position was possible. 
Not only that, but it was a real turn-on, too. The thighs are so soft and 
fleshy that a hard prick can push them apart without any difficulty. As for 
the cunt itself, it's up in the basin of the hips, which means that it isn't 
affected at all by the position of the legs. What are affected, though, are 
the cuntlips. The entrance to the cunt is pressed between the thighs, and as 
a cock is shoved into the cunt, the labia are forced between it and the 
thighs. The result is a really tight fit with plenty of stimulation for both 
partners. 

O'Brian let her savor the feeling of his cock forcing apart her pussy 
opening. Then he started to shove his prick back and forth inside her. 

Because the fit was so tight, he started off pretty slowly. But soon he was 
picking up speed and pounding away like crazy. She was just about the 
wettest girl he'd ever came across, and a lot of the pussy juice was oozing 
out between her cuntlips, tight fit or not. 

His back muscles pulled tighter and tighter as he laid his prick into her. 
His hands squeezed and pressed against her luscious tits. 

"Oh you honky! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she gasped, her head tossing from side to 
side. There was no insult in the word "honky" this time. 

He could tell that he had her right on the edge of her come. He laid three 
more strokes into her, and then pulled way, way back, before driving home 
good and slowly. 

"Can't stand it! Can't! Fuck! Fuck!" 

BLAMMMMM! All at once someone dropped a match into her box of fireworks. The 
girl's hips writhed and wriggled under her, and she let out a kind of half 
shriek as every nerve in her body exploded with the force of her COME! 

O'Brian wasn't far behind her. His cock immediately started pumping, 
unloading what was left in his balls into her steamy pussy. And what was 
left was quite a lot! O'Brian was very definitely a two-shot man! 

"That's just about the best fuck I've ever had in my life," she said as he 
pulled out. "How come more people don't know about that style of fucking." 

"Ah, a lot of people don't know much about anything," O'Brian said as he 
pulled his pants back on. 

"I guess you're right," she answered, thinking about the hooligans who had 
attacked her. 

O'Brian caught the inflection in her voice. She was right. What a dumb bunch 
of punks. Of course, they weren't much worse than Sullivan. Talk about a 
trouble-maker. 

He drove her and her sister across the Fort Point Channel to South Station. 
There would be phones in there which she could use to call the police so as 
to get her car towed or get protection while someone else towed it. 

O'Brian suddenly remembered that the reason he'd left work early was to find 
out about Suzy. He felt like a shit, fucking when he should have been home 
with her. He admitted to himself though that it was the thought of 
protecting the girl that had taken his mind off of his daughter, not the 
thought of fucking. 

Suzy was perfectly all right. The girl had been attacked a good way from the 
school, but the latter had been ringed with police, and the kids were all 
safe. 

Carol was already home, so there was no chance of fucking with Suzy. Well, 
he figured, his cock had had a good workout anyway. 

A few hours later, when he was in bed with Carol, she whispered to him, "You 
awake, dear?" 

"Uh huh," he said. 

"I just have to talk about what I felt today. I saw all those people behind 
the police lines jeering and booing and yelling names at the little black 
kids. It was disgusting." 

"Yeah, I know," O'Brian said. 

"I mean, I've never been one to be too fond of the colored," Carol said, 
"but I don't like that kind of stuff at all. There's something so ugly about 
hate. There's too much of hate around." 

O'Brian suddenly felt like showing her that here was some love in the world 
too. He took her tits in his hands and started to squeeze them very softly. 
He felt the nipples swell up against his palms. Carol gave a little purring 
sound. 

He slid one hand down to her crotch and started to fondle her cuntlips. She 
pressed her thighs together so as to increase the stimulation. His cock was 
already hard, and getting even harder with every second. 

"Mmmmm, nice," she said as he kissed her on the neck. He got on top of her 
and she spread her legs. She gave a little shiver of excitement as she felt 
the tip of his cock on the entrance of her cunt. Then he pushed it in. 

He was going very slowly, taking it really gently. He wanted to show her 
just how loving he could be. He worked his cock back and forth inside her 
pussy with fine, rhythmic strokes. 

"Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh!" she gasped as she felt him work her closer and closer to 
her come. Her pussy clutched desperately at his cock to keep him from taking 
it away. 

He gave a final thrust and his prick started to spew. She moaned in ecstasy 
as she felt her body unwind all at once in a series of sharp shudders. 

Even after he pulled his cock out of her, he held her tightly in his arms. 
She felt comforted. There was more hate than love in the world, but love was 
so good ... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The PTA meeting was more of a screaming match than anything else, with 
hysterical parents making wild, racist statements left, right and center. 
There were two people trying to be reasonable, though. They were Carol, and 
Frances Jackson, Samantha's mother, who was back from visiting her sister in 
Pennsylvania. 

Both of them kept appealing to people to calm down and try to work things 
out together. No one listened, but when the meeting was over, Frances sought 
out Carol and said, "it's good to know that there are a few sensible people 
left." 

"Oh this business is so awful," Carol said. "And it's not going to get any 
better until people of both races start trying to understand each other." 

Carol's racial views had undergone quite a transformation in the past few 
weeks. Her racism had always been of the theoretical variety-a set of 
beliefs she had held because her parents had held them. But her affair with 
Roger Jackson had helped change that, and even more important was the racial 
violence that was going on around her. It showed her just how vicious racism 
could be. 

"My name's Carol O'Brien," Carol said. 

"Frances Jackson." 

Carol wondered if this was the mother of Samantha and the wife of her lover 
Roger. She figured that it probably was. 

"Listen Frances," she said, "how would you like to come over to my place 
right now so that we can talk about how we can help the situation?" 

"Sure," Frances said. 

Each woman was interested in trying to help bring peace to the school, but 
each had a different motive as well for wanting to get together. Carol was 
curious to find out something about the 'woman who was Roger's wife, and 
Frances thought that Carol was really fine-looking. 

Frances was definitely bi. She enjoyed having good hard prick up her cunt, 
but she also thought that it was nice to be slurping away with her tongue on 
some chick's pussy, or to have some chick's tongue on her own cunt. Carol 
was a good looking woman, and as Frances gazed at her she felt her panties 
start to get moist with excitement^ and her nipples start to swell up in her 
bra. 

When they got home, they found that they were alone. Carol's husband had a 
night shift at the firehouse, and Suzy was off visiting a friend in the 
neighborhood. 

The two women had coffee and chatted, and found that they actually had a lot 
in common. That pleased Frances. She had always liked to be friends with the 
women she had sex with. She just hoped that Carol would be receptive. She 
wasn't too worried on that score, however. It was her experience that most 
women, no matter how straight they think they are, don't mind a bit of 
girl-girl sex once in a while. 

"Yeah," Frances said, "this school business is a really bad situation, but 
it's good to know that at least a couple of people from the two races can 
understand each other." 

She put her hand on Carol's knee as she said that. 

Carol was a bit taken aback. She assumed that Frances's gesture was a purely 
friendly one, but it struck her as strange. She didn't want to say anything 
to offend her new friend, though. 

Frances slid her hand up under Carol's skirt. Carol guessed now what the 
score was, but she didn't say anything. She suddenly noticed that her clit 
was stiffening, and that her body was tingling with excitement. She looked 
at Frances. She really was a good-looking woman, and Carol suddenly realized 
just how much she wanted to try out sex with her. 

Frances laughed. "Sorry to take you by surprise, honey," she said, "but I 
was afraid you wouldn't understand if I just asked you," Her hand slid the 
rest of the way up Carol's thigh and pressed against her moist pussy. Carol 
gave a moan of pleasure. Then she reached out and fondled Frances's tits 
through her dress. It was the first time she had her touched another woman's 
breasts, but she knew that it sure wasn't going to be the last. 

No wonder guys are so crazy about handling our tits, Carol thought as she 
kneaded the soft breasts. 

Frances was breathing heavily now, and she pulled Carol's panties away from 
her pussy. Carol shuddered with excitement as she felt the black woman's 
hand rub against her dainty cuntlips. Frances's fingers worked their way 
into Carol's twat and Carol wriggled her hips with passion. She couldn't 
believe how horny she felt. Frances was as good, at getting her wound up as 
her husband Roger was. 

She had to get a better view of Frances's tits. She unbuttoned the black 
woman's blouse and unfastened her bra, which hooked in the front. The 
breasts flopped into view, round and smooth and brown, with almost black 
nipples that were standing out in hard little bumps on the end of them. 
Carol took the nipples between her fingers and squeezed on them. 

"Ooooh, baby, are you sure you've never done this sort of thing before?" 
Frances asked. She could hardly believe that anyone who hadn't had some 
practice could be this good at working over tit. 

"No, it's really my first time with a woman." 

"Fantastic! You're really great at it." 

Frances worked Carol's dress up around her hips so that she could get a look 
at her pink cuntlips. Then she moved her lips up to the steamy twat. 

Both women were on the floor now, and Carol placed her head at Frances's 
crotch. Her tongue darted out instinctively against the crinkly brown labia, 
and at just that moment she felt Frances's tongue on her cunt. 

The two women licked and slurped and kissed each other's sensitive pussies 
as they rolled around in the floor. Carol couldn't believe how nice 
Frances's cunt smelled and tasted. It was the first one she'd ever gotten a 
good look at in her life. And Frances thought that Carol had one of the 
sweetest, juiciest little twats that she had ever come across. 

"Mmmm, ohhh!" Carol gasped. She couldn't say much, even though she wanted to 
scream out how turned on she felt. The reason was that she wanted to keep 
her lips glued to that twat of Frances's. 

Lick! Lick! Lick! The more cunt-juice she licked up, the more Frances was 
able to produce, and the same was true in reverse. Both women were really 
awash between their legs, and getting soggier with every second. 

Carol felt her whole body wind up like a spring. She knew that she would be 
coming any second now. She just hoped that Frances was ready to come. 

She didn't need to have any worries on that score. Frances shuddered every 
time she felt Carol's tongue against her pussy. She was just as turned on as 
her partner. 

Lick! Slurp! Lick! Two horny women really going for each other's cunt! 

BRRRRRRRRT! Carol's body unwound all at once as Frances's tongue brushed 
against her clit. She pressed her own tongue against Frances's fun-button 
and got just the same response, as Frances's hips bucked and heaved with the 
force of the frantic come that was tearing back onto the other woman's 
pussy. Both of the females kept on licking even as each other's cunts 
exploded in their faces. 

As they lay there peacefully, still nuzzling each other's sex organs, they 
heard the door open. It was Suzy, back from her friend's house. 

"Oh, excuse me, Mom," she said simply, and shut the door. She wasn't at all 
shocked. She'd had sex with Samantha on several occasions, and it seemed 
completely natural to her that her mother might want to lick another woman's 
cunt from time to time. 

"Oh my God!" Carol said. 

"Your daughter?" 

"Yes." 

"Maybe I'd better be going. I'm really sorry about your daughter catching 
you out like that." 

"It isn't your fault. I should have figured that she might be home early," 
Carol said. 

"Yeah, but if I hadn't made a pass at you, there wouldn't have been anything 
for her to see." 

"That's okay. If you hadn't made a pass at me, I wouldn't have found out how 
much fun I'd been missing. Don't worry about it." 

Carol tried to sound unconcerned, but in fact she was really worried. She 
didn't know anything of her daughter's own sexual escapades, and she assumed 
that her daughter must be horrified. 

Frances left at once, with Carol still telling her not to worry. Then Carol 
went to find Suzy. She was lying on her bed reading. 

"Honey," Carol said nervously, "I don't know quite what to say. I mean, it 
isn't very easy to explain something like what you just saw ... " 

"What's there to explain?" Suzy said, genuinely puzzled. 

"Well, it's not every day that a girl walks in on her mother when her mother 
is having sex with another woman." 

"I know," Suzy said. "I should have been more careful about barging in." 

It suddenly dawned on Carol that Suzy really wasn't shocked. 

"Don't you think that there's anything wrong with two women making love?" 

"Do you, Mom?" 

Given the circumstances, there wasn't any easy way that Carol could simply 
say yes. 

"Suzy, have you ... have you ever made love with another girl?" Carol 
guessed that that could be the only reason that her daughter wasn't shocked 
by the idea of her mother licking another female's pussy. 

"Sure, Samantha Jackson," Suzy said. She didn't understand what the big deal 
was. Since her mother obviously liked female-to-female sex, she couldn't 
imagine that it would bother her much to know that her daughter went in for 
it too. 

Carol swallowed. She could hardly criticize her daughter for doing something 
that she had done herself. 

"Well," Carol said, "we'll have to be very careful that your father doesn't 
find out." 

"Oh, he already knows," Suzy said with all the innocence of a 
twelve-year-old. 

Suzy thought that everything should be above board, and she didn't try and 
conceal anything from her mother. Soon Carol had the basic picture. 

Carol had to end up laughing. Here she'd been all uptight and worried about 
the fact that her daughter had caught her swinging with another chick, and 
it turned out that everyone in both families was fucking like mad. 

"I've got to tell Frances about this," she said. She called Frances up and 
filled her in. She figured that anyone liberal-minded enough to go for 
bi-action wouldn't be very shocked by the other details. She was right. 
Frances sometimes got pissed at her man for running around with other women 
by himself because that way she felt cut out of the action. But she was 
basically very liberal minded. 

Later that night, Carol told her husband that she knew everything. He tried 
to stammer out some excuses, but she assured him that he didn't have to. She 
didn't mind. 

The upshot of it all was that the next night, the Jackson's came over for a 
swapping party. The two girls were there too, and it looked like everyone 
was going to have a good time. 

They started out with Carol pairing off with Roger and Bill with Frances, 
while the two little girls went for each other's cunts. 

Roger took Carol's tits in his hands and started to knead and mold them 
while he kissed and licked her neck. Then he started kissing the nipples 
until they were all swollen and eager. 

"Oooh, kiss me more! Oh! Oh! OH!" Carol gasped. He had one of his hands on 
her crotch now and was working his fingers against her soft cuntlips while 
she writhed and wriggled with excitement. 

As for Bill O'Brian, his cock felt like it was made of steel, it was so 
stiff. Frances Jackson was one fine fox, and he aimed to really enjoy that 
hot pussy of hers. Even though she liked sex with women, she sure didn't 
mind it with men, either, particularly when the men had prongs on them like 
O'Brian's. 

He rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth across her labia, while she 
gave little gasps of pleasure. He even pressed the tip of it playfully 
against her clit. That nearly brought her off right then and there, so he 
figured that he'd better be pretty careful about how he handled that part of 
her. 

"How about a wheelbarrow," he said to her. 

"A wheelbarrow?" 

"It's a position. Kind of a goofy one, but fun." 

"Anything that features that cock of yours can't help being pretty good 
fun," she said. 

"Okay, get on your stomach." 

She did, and he bent over and grabbed her thighs. Then he lifted her up so 
that her body was at an angle to the floor. Her forearms were bearing the 
weight of the front of her body, and he was holding her by her thighs. He 
stepped in between the legs and prepared to insert his cock into her. 

The problem was that his prick naturally stood straight up in the air when 
it was erect, while her cunt was at an angle that pointed down towards the 
floor. He gripped her left thigh very tightly so that he could support her 
by it and take his right hand away from her other leg. He used his hand to 
guide his cock into her pussy after bending the hard male tool down away 
from his body. 

He shoved on in, and Frances gave a little squeal of pleasure, Although the 
position was kind of tiring, the fact that his cock was bent away from his 
body meant that it kept trying to straighten itself up again, And that in 
turn meant that there was a lot of pressure between one side of it and one 
side of her cunt. 

O'Brian started to work his dick back and forth inside her. He went slowly 
at first, since he was still pretty unsure of himself with the position, 
which he hadn't used in years. But it all started to come back, and soon he 
was really pounding away inside her with his dork. 

"Fuck me baby! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she groaned as she felt his cock slam 
faster and faster into her shuddering twat. She was soaking wet there in her 
luscious little woman-hole, and getting wetter and wetter with every stroke. 

Her tits were hanging away from her body in a kind of crazy way. She liked 
the feeling of their weight. She jiggled her shoulders from side to side so 
that her nipples dragged against the carpet. That felt fine, but soon she 
had an even better idea. Resting her weight on her elbows alone, she was 
able to reach each hand over and cup and fondle the opposite tit. She 
pressed the soft globes against her chest and then let go of them so that 
they flopped heavily away from her. 

In! Out! In! Out! 

His balls were pulled up tight against the root of his cock now as they got 
ready to fire. He could tell by the feeling in his cock that it was getting 
ready to shoot. 

Every nerve in Frances's body was ringing like a fire-alarm. She knew that 
she had to be right on the edge of her come. 

A couple more thrusts would do it. O'Brian knew that that was all that was 
needed. 

One! 

Two! Almost! 

Three! And they were ... COMING! COMING! COMING! Cock shooting, cunt 
quivering, bodies shaking with the force of a mind blowing, spine breaking 
COME! 

Meanwhile, the two young girls were wriggling around like fish out of water, 
and giggling while they grabbed at each other's tender cunts and tits. Carol 
gave a glance in their direction. If anyone had told her a day ago that she 
would be having sex in the same room where her daughter was engaging in a 
lesbian act, she would have thought that person was crazy. Of course, if 
anyone had told her a month ago that she would have blacks in her house as 
guests, she would have thought the same thing. 

As usual, the little wrestling match between Samantha and Suzy ended up with 
the girls' faces planted squarely on each other's cunts. Suzy's tongue 
darted out quickly, slurping up some of the pussy-juice that was already 
oozing out of Samantha's tender little-girl hole. 

"Oh wow!" Samantha said as she felt the pressure of Suzy's tongue on her 
twat. She figured though that actions spoke louder than words, and she 
immediately put her own tongue to work on Suzy's pussy. The two girls 
clutched each other tightly as their tongue darted back and forth over her 
cuntlips. Both of the little chicks were getting wetter and wetter by the 
second, because no matter how much cunt-dringle the other licked up, their 
twats were still able to produce more. 

Roger had Carol's tits feeling so sensitive it was almost as if they were on 
fire. Her nipples were bigger than they had ever been, and it seemed like he 
was trying to get them even larger than that. He had a light kind of touch 
with his fingertips that drove her nubs wild with desire. 

Her hips heaved and shuddered with excitement. She knew that she wanted his 
cock inside her right at that moment. 

He got on top of her and positioned the end of his dork inside her. Then he 
shoved on in with a quick, easy motion. Carol gave a gasp as she felt how 
big and thick his cock was. She'd had it inside her before in the mailroom 
at the office, but every time she was impressed by it all over again. 

It wasn't just that it was big, either. It was the way he knew how to use 
it. Every stroke of his sent shock-waves of pleasure racing through her. And 
every stroke pulled her labia across her clit in a manner that just about 
had her coming each time. 

"Uhhggghhh! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

"Like it, baby?" 

"Oh wow! Just fuck me!" 

He was doing just that, but even while he stroked his cock back and forth 
inside her, he wasn't ignoring her tits. He cupped and fondled them and 
pinched the throbbing nipples. He could tell that he had already gotten her 
worked up to the brink of her come. 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

In! Out! In! Out! 

Almost there ... almost ... almost ... 

He gave one final thrust of his cock, and then it exploded into a wild 
series of throbbing gushes, shooting its load deep into her while her pussy 
clutched frantically at his spasming tool! 

"OHHHHH! Coming! I'm coming so HARD! So fucking HARD!" 

One final contraction of her cunt around his tool and it was over. Both of 
them lay quietly together, enjoying the feeling of each other's sex organs 
locked together. Carol noticed that his cock was not going soft as it lay 
inside her. Roger was every bit as much of a two-shot man as her husband 
was. 

Roger finally pulled out and lay next to her. They glanced over at Samantha 
and Suzy who were obviously right on the edge of their own comes. 

The two young girls looked awfully cute as they licked away at each other's 
hairless cunts, and the color contrast between them made them even cuter. 
Carol felt herself start to get really turned on by the sight. She wondered 
what it would be like to have sex with Samantha. Well, maybe she would have 
a chance to find out before the evening's fun was over. 

Lick! Lick! Lick! Suzy was slurping away like mad. Samantha's tongue was 
driving her cunt crazy, and she was determined to give every bit as good as 
she got. 

Samantha sent her tongue sliding on down into Suzy's twat. It moved around 
the smooth cunt-walls, collecting as much pussy-fluid as it could. Then it 
pulled back into her mouth. 

Suzy felt her muscles tense, felt her nerves ready themselves for the come. 
Then it hit her, and hit her really hard, with her pelvis bucking and 
heaving and punching against Samantha's face as the other girl continued to 
lick. And Samantha was coming too, her whole body seeming to unwild in a 
series of powerful shocks. 

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! 

And then they were done. They gave each other's cunts a final little lick 
and then sat up. 

Everyone else had finished too, and from the contented looks on everyone's 
face it was clear that a fine time had been had by all. From the sight of 
the men's cocks, it was also clear that some more fine times were in store 
for the cunts present. 

"Who wants to get it now?" Roger said. 

"Why don't you take care of the little girls?" Frances suggested. "They've 
only had some cunlapping so far. I'm sure they'd like some good hard cock 
for a change. Carol and I will find a way to amuse ourselves." 

The glance she gave to Carol made it pretty clear just how she thought the 
two of them could best amuse each other. 

Roger had never fucked with Suzy before, so they paired off with him and her 
and O'Brian and Samantha. Meanwhile, Frances and Carol took each other in 
their arms and started kissing. 

Jackson ran his hands all over Suzy's lithe young body. He could tell how 
excited she was. She was breathing rapidly, and her muscles were tense. 

The reason she was excited was that this was going to be the first time that 
she had ever fucked with a full-grown black man. She had had Alex's prick at 
school, but he was only the same age that she was herself. 

Jackson was a different kettle of fish. He was tall and muscular, and his 
cock was huge. Suzy licked her lips as she gazed at it. It seemed so thick 
that she was a little bit nervous about having it stuck up her pussy, but 
that was where she wanted it anyway. 

Jackson teased her nipples into a state of throbbing hardness, and then he 
picked the girl off the floor, holding her by placing his hands under her 
armpits. 

He wanted to do a repeat of the fuck he had given Carol, with Suzy's legs 
crossed over his buttocks. The difference this time was that Suzy was so 
much lighter than her mother that he could really jiggle her fast up and 
down over his cock. 

Suzy felt very passive and feminine as he lowered her over his prong. She 
gave a little gasp as she felt the massive thing go sliding on into her, 
forcing apart the sides of her tender twat. Then he started to move her up 
and down over his cock with nice steady strokes. He held her tight against 
him so that she could feel her nipples rub against his chest. 

Frances and Carol were still at the kissing stage. Like a lot of women, they 
thought that men really underrated the pleasure of kissing and all the other 
preliminaries that precede the serious business of fucking. The two women's 
tongues wrestled passionately in their mouths, and both of them found 
themselves getting more and more worked up. Several drops of cunt-juice were 
already oozing down Carol's leg, and the same thing was true for Frances. 
The women sort of jiggled their shoulders so that their nipples would rub 
against each other. It was pretty obvious how much the nipples enjoyed that 
action, seeing how swollen they were. 

Frances's right hand went sliding down to Carol's crotch and the black woman 
pressed her fingers firmly against the other female's tingling labia. Carol 
responded in kind, and soon both women were feeling each other up like 
crazy. Their fingers pulled and poked at the delicate labia, and wormed 
their way up the steamy vaginas. 

As for O'Brian and Samantha, they were up to their old tricks and really 
enjoying them, too. O'Brian had the little girl get on her hands and knees 
and then he positioned himself behind her. She waited eagerly for the first 
thrust of his cock. 

To tease her he made her wait. He cupped and fondled her little tits, and 
pinched the nipples, but he didn't give her his cock. 

"Aw, c'mon, honky, let's have it," she said finally. 

He replied by pressing the knob of his tool against the girl's labia and 
rubbing it back and forth. Then he shoved on in. 

"How's that?" he asked. 

She could only gasp as she felt him ram on home until the tip of his cock 
was actually pressed against the entrance to her womb. 

"Y'know, honky, I think that prick of yours gets bigger every day!" 

He slid it back and forth inside her, working her cunt with all the skill 
she had come to expect of him. She quivered with excitement as the massive 
rod moved on the film of pussy-fluid she was secreting. Every time he pulled 
it back, she was afraid that he was going to take it all the way out of her, 
and it was with a feeling of relief that she felt him ram it back in again 
each time. 

In! Out! In! Out! 

"Fuck me, honky! Fuck me!" 

O'Brian mashed her young tits between his fingers-he knew from past 
experience that she liked some rough action there- and he bucked his cock 
back and forth inside her faster and faster. Suddenly, he felt her tender 
little cunt clutch spasmodically at his penis, and her body trembled under 
him as she came and came and CAME! 

"AHHHHHH! Can't ... can't ... stand ... IT! IT! ITTT!" 

O'Brian's cock responded instantly to the action in her pussy, and it gushed 
away like it hadn't already had a come. Samantha felt the come-energy go 
rippling along its length as it drove gob after gob of sperm up into her. 

Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! 

Carol and Frances were really hot now, and had gone long beyond the kissing 
stage. They had their mouths on each other's twats and were licking away 
like there was no tomorrow. Each of them was also taking deep breaths 
through her nose so as to get as much of the other woman's rich female odor 
into her nostrils as she could. 

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! They were both really sloshing wet with pussy-juice, 
and there was more and more oozing out of their twats every second. Each of 
the women had her hands on the other's tits, too, and was working them over. 

Carol pulled the entrance to France's twat one way and then the other with 
the tip of her tongue. Then she slid the tongue slowly towards Frances's 
clit. 

Frances thought she was going to go out of her mind as she felt that tongue 
get closer and closer to her throbbing female button. She knew that the 
instant Carol touched it, she was going to be coming like hell. 

Closer and closer Carol came until her tongue was just about a quarter of an 
inch away from Frances's clit. Frances would have yelled out to Carol to 
lick it, but her mouth was glued to Carol's cunt. 

Carol circled her tongue around the clit, and then pulled it away suddenly. 
But before Frances could feel any disappointment, Carol's tongue was back in 
place, licking her clit again and again. 

Frances felt herself hang on the brink for a moment, and then WHAM! The 
orgasm slammed into her. and slammed into her good and hard. Her hips heaved 
and shook with the force of her come, and all the while Carol was still 
licking at her clit with that agile tongue of hers. 

Frances's tongue wasn't exactly shirking its duty either. The instant 
Frances felt Carol lick her fun-button, she did the same for her partner, 
and the result was that the two women were coming right in time with each 
other. 

"Whewww," Carol said as the orgasm finally left her, "that was quite a 
ride." 

"You're not kidding," Frances said, "you're not kidding at all." 

Both of them felt really fucked out. They lay there on the carpet side by 
side, gently touching each other's cunts with their fingers or stroking the 
inside of each other's thighs. 

Jackson was really driving little Suzy wild with the action he was giving 
her. She had her legs crossed behind his back and her arms around his neck. 
He lifted her up and down over his cock, faster and faster and faster. Her 
tight cunt was really crammed full by that hard cock of his, and even though 
she was producing plenty of pussy-juice, it was a pretty snug fit. All that 
meant was that both of them were going out of their skulls with the 
stimulation they were getting on their sex organs. Jackson's balls were 
about to start shooting. His cock felt like it was going to break in two, it 
was so hard. And as for Suzy, every muscle in her body was tense and 
quivering. She was breathing in great gasps that came in time to the motions 
of her body. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Your cock feels so fine! So thick! Oh, wow!" the child gasped. 

Roger knew that just a few more thrusts would do it. His arms were starting 
to get a little bit tired by now, but he didn't give a fuck about that. The 
only thing that he cared about was how fine this tight little pussy felt 
around his prick. 

"I'm gonna come ... I'm gonna come ... ," Suzy gasped. She felt herself 
pause at the brink. 

Jackson lifted her up one final time and then lowered her back down over his 
cock. He hadn't gotten her halfway down before her cunt began to grab 
spasmodically at his prick. 

"Coming! I'm coming!" she groaned, and she sure the fuck was, with every 
muscle in her body twitching with the force of her frantic female blast-off. 

Jackson was coming too, his cock gushing into her like a geyser, pumping the 
rest of his cock-juice into her steamy little twat. 

Cock! Cunt! Cock! Cunt! 

Come! Come! Come! COME!! 

She was light enough so that he wasn't in such a hurry to put her down as he 
had been with Carol. It was kind of neat to have her there in his arms, her 
cunt fitted around his cock. Finally he lifted her off and set her on her 
feet. 

"Now that's what I call a good party," Frances said. 

"Anyone want to hear the news?" O'Brian asked. He turned on the television 
set. 

"Bet it'll just be bad," Frances said. 

It was. A mob of two thousand had tried to burn down the school building. It 
was in the evening, and there were no children in it, but the police had had 
to charge several times to break up the mob. And Sullivan had made a speech 
earlier in the day in which he said that "forced busing means the moral 
depravity of your children." 

"That prick," Carol said. 

"Yeah," Frances added. "If only there was a way to put a spoke in his 
wheel." 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Since he was getting all the black cunt that he could wish for, O'Brian 
hadn't visited Washington Street for quite a while. That meant that he could 
get in the firehouse card games that he was never able to afford before. And 
after winning seventy dollars in one, he decided that it might be fun to 
check out his old haunts once more. 

"Hell, commercial sex is different, anyway." 

There was no way that he could park near Washington Street, so he took the 
subway, and hoped that not too many people would notice the expectant bulge 
that he had in his pants. As he got off the Orange Line at Essex, he glanced 
at a newspaper boy's stack of papers. The busing situation was getting worse 
and worse. He'd kept Suzy home from school for the last couple of days. 

"Mass Rally on Common. Sullivan to Speak." That was the headline that he 
read. 

Shit what a troublemaker, he thought. If only there was some way to put a 
spoke in his wheel, like Frances said. 

When he got to LaGrange street, who should he see but Carla, the black whore 
he had fucked with the last time he had visited the Combat Zone. 

"Hi, there, big boy," she said, "remember me?" 

"You've got a memory for faces," he said. 

"And that's not all. I remember something else you've got that's a lot 
better than that ugly mug of yours. You want to go for the super-deluxe 
triple-header again?" 

"Yeah, why not," he said. 

Five minutes later they were in her room and she was pulling his zipper 
down. 

"That feels a lot better," O'Brian said once his cock was free of the 
confinement of his pants and able to expand to its full size. 

"If you think that feels better, just wait for what's next," she said. She 
knelt in front of him and started stroking his cock. She had a fantastic 
talent for getting a guy unbelievably wound up without actually making him 
come. 

"Hey, I remember this. You really know how to take care of a guy's cock, 
don't you?" 

"I try and be good at my job," she said. That was the last thing she said 
for a while, because right after making the remark she slipped her lips over 
the tip of his cock. 

At first it was just the very end of it that she sucked. Most of the fleshy 
knob was outside her mouth. She used her tongue to poke and pry at the 
piss-and-come hole. Meanwhile, she was using her fingers to stroke the shaft 
and fondle the balls. She felt her clit stiffen, and a drop of pussy-juice 
oozed out of her twat and down the inside of her right thigh. This guy had a 
fine cock, just like she remembered, and she was really enjoying sucking on 
it. 

Carla slipped her mouth a little farther over O'Brian's prick so that her 
lips were pressing against the spot where the head joined the shaft. O'Brian 
was | sure that he was going to start shooting sperm into her mouth right 
then and there, but she managed to keep him hanging on the brink. 

"Oh shit, I can't stand it!" he gasped. 

Carla had been in the profession long enough to know that when a guy said 
that what he meant was that he wanted her to keep on doing exactly the same 
thing. 

O'Brian was breathing heavily now, and his balls were pulled up tight 
against the root of his prick. 

"Suck me, baby. Suck me!" 

She took all the rest of his cock into her, so that the head of it was 
actually in her throat. That nearly made her gag, but she didn't give a 
shit-not as long as she got something in exchange as great as the sensation 
of having her mouth and throat filled with cock as long and hard as 
O'Brian's. 

Her tongue slid back and forth along the length of his prick, and then she 
slid her mouth rapidly back and forth before ending up at the base of his 
shaft again. She pressed really hard there while flicking the tip of her 
tongue across the piss-hole. 

Bingo! O'Brian felt his cock go numb for an instant, and then it flooded 
with sensation as it shot its load into her mouth. 

Gush! Gush! Gush! 

Carla kept right on sucking, even as she felt the spunk splatter against the 
back of her mouth. She didn't want to miss a drop of that mancream. 

"Unghhhhhh!" he grunted as the last spurt shot out of his prick. Carla kept 
on kneeling in front of him, sloshing the sperm back and forth over his 
prick. Then she eased her mouth off of the thing very carefully so as to not 
spill a drop. One gulp, and she had it swallowed. 

"Taste good?" 

"Mmm," she said. "I suppose you want part two of your triple-header now." 

"That's right, unless you'd like to rest up a bit first." 

Carla was genuinely impressed. That was the first time a John had ever cared 
whether she was ready or not. 

"My pussy's pretty anxious for that tongue of yours," she said. "You made 
quite an impression on me last time." 

She lay back on the bed with her legs spread and her pussy exposed. O'Brian 
licked his lips as he gazed at the delicate brown labia. He placed his mouth 
next to her twat and started to kiss it. He kissed her pubic triangle, her 
cuntlips, her thighs, and then he got down to the serious business of 
cuntlapping. He slid his tongue slowly along one of her labia and back the 
other direction along the other one while she trembled with excitement. 

"Mmm, do it again, big boy," she said. He was glad to oblige. Then he gave 
her pussy lips a series of rapid flicks with the end of his tongue before 
sliding the tongue on into her vagina. 

Even though her cuntlips were a lot more sensitive than the lining of her 
twat, Carla kind of liked it when a man actually stuck his tongue into her. 
It was a different sensation, anyway. Of course, for him to get her off, he 
had to actually lick at her labia or clit. 

O'Brian moved his tongue back and forth inside her steamy, squishy cunt, 
pulling it out from time to time to get some of the cunt-juice into his 
mouth. Then he started licking the cuntlips again. 

"Lick me baby! Lick me!" Carla gasped. He had really gotten her wound up. 
Her face was covered with little beads of sweat, and her head was tossing 
from side to side. She clutched at the sheet with her fingers as she tried 
to somehow work off the incredible tension that he was building in her with 
every flick of his tongue. 

His cock was already good and hard again, and he was anxious to get it into 
her cunt. Also, he could tell just how badly she needed to come. O'Brian 
knew that up to a certain point a woman likes to be driven mad by a guy's 
prick or tongue, but that after that point it really does become sheer 
torture for her not to be given the orgasm she craves. 

He pressed his tongue against her clit, and that had her coming instantly. 

"OHHHH! Oh! Oh! OHHH!" she sighed as her lips heaved with the force of the 
come that was ripping through her. His tongue continued to dart back and 
forth across her labia even as she spasmed and spasmed. 

"Man, you sure know how to lick twat," she said, echoing his remark about 
her ability to suck prick. 

He gave a couple of more licks to get just a bit more of the cunt-juice. His 
cock was really demanding action now, but he waited a second so that she 
could get her breath back. Then he climbed on top of her. 

She crossed her legs over his back, locking them tightly together. The 
effect was to tighten her cunt up a lot. He slid his prick back and forth 
inside her. Even though it was a good snug fit, she had secreted so much 
pussy-juice while he was tonguing her that there wasn't any problem with 
friction at all, and he was able to really lay his prick into her. 

"Fuck me baby! Oh baby, you're so hard! You're so hard and long!" she said. 

He was hard, and that kind of compliment made him all the harder, too. He 
really felt to her like he .was made of steel. Faster and faster he pounded, 
working his cock with sharp, rapid motions of his hips. 

He had his hands on her tits and was squeezing them frantically. Tits were 
something he really couldn't ever get enough of. Of course, he had to admit 
to himself that he couldn't really get enough cunt either. Women were just 
so fucking delightful, he reasoned. 

In! Out! In! Out! 

"Harder baby, harder!" she gasped. Not that she wasn't getting it good and 
hard already, but she had to yell out something to unload some of the 
tension that felt like it was twisting her body in two. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted as he drove her the rest of the way up to her 
flash point. 

He knew that just one more stroke would get them both off, and he was 
determined to make it a good one. He pulled his cock back slowly, and made 
her wait for a split second before starting to drive it in again. 

Then in he slid, an inch at a time, while the girl gasped and writhed under 
him. 

A fourth of the way in ... half way ... three fourths ... 

Then he was all the way in, his prick-tip pressing against the entrance to 
her womb, and he was coming! He gushed and spasmed inside her, pumping her 
full of mancream, and her pussy responded instantly, clutching desperately 
at the hard male prong as if it wanted to hold it prisoner forever. 

"Can't ... Can't ... Can't stand IT!" she groaned as the come peaked in 
intensity, threatening to tear her to pieces. Then it was over, and the two 
of them lay there together, breathing deeply. 

"Man, what a fuck," she said. 

"You took the words right out my mouth," he said. 

"A guy with a talent for fucking like you-why does he have to go with 
whores? I'd have thought that there would have been plenty of women who 
would be willing to give it to you for free." 

"Oh, there are," he said. "It's just that I'm insatiable." 

She laughed. She wasn't in any particular hurry to get back to her beat, and 
she chatted with him for a while. The topic turned to the city's racial 
troubles, and the way in which City Councillor Sullivan was stirring the 
city up into a state of near race war. 

"What an asshole," O'Brian said. 

"Yeah, I guess he doesn't care much for black people," Carla replied. 

"That's for damn sure." 

"And you know the funny thing about that? He only enjoys sex with black 
women." 

"You're kidding." 

"Not a bit of it. I used to work for a madam called Sally. He'd ring her up 
several times a week and ask for black girls. Always had to be black. If 
Sally only had white chippies available, it was no dice." 

"You used to fuck with Sullivan?" 

"Yeah. I've got a friend called Lola who still does. As a matter of fact, 
Sullivan liked me so well that after I left Sally's he would still call me 
up once every couple of weeks. The last time I fucked with him was almost 
two weeks ago. I expect that he'll be giving me a call tomorrow or the day 
after. When he does I'm going to tell him to stick his prick in his own 
asshole. I mean, a guy's got a right to his own opinions and all, but 
stirring up riots is something else." 

"Listen," O'Brian said, an idea coming to him, "how would you like to ... ah 
... put a spoke in Sullivan's wheel?" 

"I'd like nothing better." 

"Okay, now listen to this ... " 

It was the next day that Sullivan called. He had been thinking all morning 
about which whore he would like-he often specified them by name to Sally-and 
he remembered that it had been a long time since he had had any fun with 
Carla. 

"Hey, baby, how about you and me partying," he said. 

"Fine by me, big boy," she replied. "You know how I look forward to getting 
that big prick of yours in me." 

Fat turd, she thought. I hope this idea works. "Listen," she went on, "I've 
got a favor to ask." 

"Anything for you, baby." 

"I've got a friend who's going in the business. But she doesn't know 
anything about it, so I'm sort of training her. Could I bring her along? She 
could watch us fuck, and then you could fuck her for free. I figure that 
there's not better way a girl can learn about fucking than by doing it with 
you." 

That last compliment was right on target. Sullivan smirked. 

"Sure, bring her along," he said. "The more the merrier." 

"God damn those blacks are dumb, he thought as he hung up the receiver. Here 
I'm being offered extra fucking for free, and the broad thinks that I'm 
doing her a favor. 

He leaned back in his swivel chair and pressed his hand against his crotch. 

Two chicks at once. That should be really something, I can watch them tongue 
each other, too. 

An hour later he was in his little rented room, lying naked on the bed. He 
heard a knock at the door. 

When he opened it, there was Carla ... and Samantha. What he didn't know was 
that as soon as she had gotten his call, Carla had telephoned Jackson like 
O'Brian had told her to, and Jackson had brought his daughter over. 

"Hi, Mr. Sullivan," Carla said. "Sure is nice to see you again. This here's 
my niece Samantha. I'm teaching her the trade." 

Sullivan gulped as he saw how young the other girl was. 

"She isn't legal, is she?" 

"Nope. But she's pretty, don't you think?" 

Samantha flashed a big smile at him. 

Sullivan hesitated. He had never fucked a little girl before. But fucking 
with black whores was so risky to his political career anyway that he 
figured he might as well play big casino. 

"What do her parents think about her going into the trade?" he asked. 

"She ain't got no parents," Carla said. "Just me." 

Ah, fuck, I'll do it, Sullivan thought. No one was go-inn to waste much time 
worrying about a girl from the ghetto with no parents. 

"How old are you, Samantha?" he asked her. 

"Only twelve, but I've got a big cunt," Samantha said, smiling again. This 
guy Sullivan just about turned her stomach, but she figured that it was all 
in a good cause. 

Sullivan lay down on the bed on his back. 

"Okay, Carla, why don't you top-ride me while Samantha squats over my face 
so that I can lick her cunt." 

"Squat facing me," Carla said, "so that you can see how it's done, 
Samantha." 

"Sure, Carla." 

Sullivan felt Carla stroke his prick with her skillful fingers. 

God damn, I think she's probably the best whore in Boston, he thought. Then 
she got astride him and worked her cunt down over his prick. 

He gave a little sigh as he felt that tight, wet twat slip over his prong. 
She jiggled playfully up and down on his cock for a while, then started 
rhythmically raising and lowering her body. 

"Okay, Samantha," she said, "now squat over Mr. Sullivan's face," she said. 

Samantha did so, and Sullivan inhaled deeply, enjoying the rich fragrance of 
her pussy. He was surprised that such a young girl could have such a 
fine-smelling twat, but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain about it! 
As far as he was concerned, the way women smelled was one of the nicest 
things about them. 

He slid his tongue slowly across the little girl's labia. Samantha gave a 
little sigh of happiness. Her dislike for Sullivan was so intense that his 
tongue wasn't really turning her on all that much, but she figured she had 
better give him the impression that he was giving her a good time. 

Lick! Lick! Lick! He flicked his tongue lightly back and forth across her 
pussy. In spite of herself, Samantha was starting to get kind of turned on. 
She felt her body quiver with excitement as the man's tongue sloshed back 
and forth across her super-sensitive female skin. 

Carla worked herself up and down over his cock with a nice, steady motion, 
going faster and faster as she did so. Her cunt clutched tightly at his 
prick despite all the cunt-juice that she was secreting. 

Sullivan's a prick, she thought, but he sure has one, too. 

He had his hands on her tits and was feeling them up vigorously. He liked to 
stroke the lower part of her breasts, right where they curved in to rejoin 
the chest. He wasn't leaving her nipples alone either, though. He pulled and 
tweaked them between his fingers, being kind of rough but not so rough that 
Carla couldn't really enjoy what he was doing. 

"Feel my tits, baby! Feel them!" she gasped. She was working his cock really 
fast now, and she knew that they had to be pretty close to their come. 

Sullivan had managed to break down Samantha's resistance with his 
highly-skilled tongue. The little girl was trembling with excitement now as 
his tongue covered her pussy-lips with saliva. 

Suddenly, he felt his cock tense for the come, and then it was spewing away, 
gushing into her in great, shuddering heaves. 

Carla came at just exactly the same moment, her body trembling and jerking 
with the force of her come as the pent-up female fuck-energy in her ripped 
loose all at once. 

Sullivan pressed Samantha's clit with his tongue, and the little girl bust 
her cookies right away. The three of them were coming simultaneously, and 
coming really good and hard. 

"OHHHHH!" Carla gasped, and above it Sullivan could hear the little girl's 
high-pitched half-shriek. 

When they were finished, the girls stayed in place for a while. Sullivan 
really enjoyed having one cunt around his cock and the other one over his 
face. Little drops of pussy-juice were dripping down from Samantha's twat 
onto his nose and lips. 

After they got off of him, Carla said, "what would you like to try now, Mr. 
Sullivan. I know you've got another shot in you." 

"As a matter of fact," Sullivan said, "I have another two shots in me." 

"Two!" 

"That's right," he said, "though I can't give them to you one after another. 
I can give you one now, and then I'll need a chance to rest up. And 
something exciting to look at while resting. I know. I'll have you blow me, 
and then I'll rest up while you and little Samantha here make love. Then 
we'll finish up with my fucking her. That'll get her good and initiated." 

"You're so smart, Mr. Sullivan," she said. 

Sullivan sat on the edge of the bed, and Carla knelt in front of him. 

"Now Samantha," she said to to the young girl, "watch all this closely. If 
you're going to be a good whore, you're going to have to really learn how to 
suck a prick. It's one of the things that men like best. Isn't that so, Mr. 
Sullivan?" 

"It sure the fuck is," he replied. 

Samantha held her head close to Sullivan's crotch while Carla took his cock 
in her right hand and started to stroke it. It was good and stiff already, 
and she began to flick at it with her tongue, covering the whole rod with 
saliva. Sullivan felt his leg muscles tense. He loved having his prick 
sucked, and Carla was one of the best pricksuckers around. 

Carla slid her lips over the length of his shaft and started sucking on it 
in earnest. Meanwhile Sullivan reached down and started to fondle her tits. 

"Suck me, you beautiful black fox!" Sullivan groaned as he felt the pressure 
of her lips on his prick. She still had her fingers on his balls and was 
feeling them up like mad. He tensed his legs and started breathing really 
heavily. She already had him about three-fourths of the way to his come. 

His cock felt good in her mouth, and even though she hated the man, Carla 
had to admit that she was being turned on by him. She slid her free hand 
down to her crotch and began to feel up her pussy. 

Samantha looked on with fascination. She had never actually watched someone 
suck prick, and she was anxious to see if she could pick up any tips from 
Carla. Not that her own cocksucking technique needed any improvement. 
O'Brian could have certainly testified to that. 

Sullivan kept on working Carla's breasts while she sucked on his cock. He 
had a way of handling a female's tits which was guaranteed to drive her 
straight out of her mind, even if she happened to despise him, which was the 
case with Carla. No matter how much she disliked Sullivan, she had to admit 
to herself that she was as turned on as hell by the feeling of his cock 
between her lips and by the pressure of her own hand on her cunt. Her hips 
jiggled with excitement as she drove herself to higher and higher peaks of 
passion. 

To vary the pace for a change she took her lips all the way off of 
Sullivan's cock and sucked on the balls for a moment. Then she nibbled on 
his prick-shaft with her lips before taking the thing into her mouth again 
to suck on it some more. 

"Oh baby, give me more!" he gasped. 

He rammed the tip of the thing all the way into her throat so that she could 
hardly breathe while she sucked on the root of the prick. Then she slid her 
mouth up the length of the shaft until her lips were pressing right at the 
spot where the head joined the shaft. 

"Gonna come, baby, gonna come right in your black mouth!" 

Carla knew that just a little bit more pressure from her mouth would be 
enough to get him off. She applied that little bit of extra pressure, and 
sure enough, his cock started spewing into her mouth. She felt the warm 
stream of pussy-juice splatter against the back of her throat, felt the 
quivering of his cock-shaft between her tightly pressed lips. 

She pressed her fingers against her twat at just the instant that she felt 
Sullivan's tool start to fire. Her pussy exploded in a series of wild, 
bucking spasms while she felt his rod continue to fill her mouth with warm 
mancream! 

When they were done she slipped her mouth carefully off of his rod and then 
swallowed the spunk. She looked at the man's penis. Now, after its second 
shot, it was definitely a little limp, but the operative word there was 
"little." He wasn't exactly in the right state to fuck at the moment, but 
she could guess that after a short interlude of watching something sexy like 
lesbian action he would indeed be able to give it to Samantha. 

He's a creep, but he sure has balls, she thought. 

Sullivan felt pretty pleased with himself, but he was looking forward to the 
third come he had planned, the one that he was going to have inside 
Samantha's twelve-year-old twat. 

Samantha and Carla lay down on the bed next to him and they started stroking 
each other's smooth brown bodies. Both of them liked girl/girl sex for a 
change, and what was nice for them now was that they were going to be having 
sex with someone they liked, rather than with a creep like Sullivan. They 
hadn't known each other for very long-just the time that it took to drive 
over from Carla's place-but they already knew that they dug each other. 

The older girl took the lead, kissing Samantha all over her tender pubescent 
body. She paid particular attention to Samantha's budding breasts. Carla was 
only twenty-two, and she could remember a time when her breasts were like 
that, instead of the magnificent" globes that they were today. Samantha 
looked at Carla's tits and dreamed of a time when she would have a pair of 
breasts like that. She already liked to have her tits fondled, and she 
figured that the bigger they were, the more of them there would be to feel 
pleasure. 

Even though it was Carla who was taking the lead, Samantha didn't want to 
play a totally passive role, and she pressed her dainty little fingers 
against Carla's cunt. Carla shivered with pleasure. No doubt about it, she 
thought, this little chick Samantha was going to be one hot piece of cunt 
when she grew up. She was already one hot piece of cunt, for that matter. 

"Mmm, nice," Carla purred. Her own hand went down to Samantha's twat and 
started to fondle it. Each female was fascinated by how different the 
other's cunt was. For Samantha, who was used to Suzy's hairless little 
pussy, there was something really exotic and exciting about the rich 
covering of kinky hair that clothed Carla's pussy. For Carla, the smooth 
immaturity of Samantha's cunt was a real turn-on. 

As for Sullivan, he, was just about in seventh heaven. The sight of the 
older and younger girl dyking each other was driving him out of his mind. 
His cock was already good and hard, even though it had had two comes 
already. 

Carla placed her head down by Samantha's cunt and started to lick. Samantha 
did the same with her, and soon the two females were engaged in a wild lesbo 
sixty-nine. The last thing they were worried about was the fact that that 
creep Sullivan was enjoying himself. The only thing that mattered to them 
was the delicious taste and smell of each other's pussies. 

Carla's tongue pressed on up into Samantha's tight little twat, while 
Samantha concentrated on licking Carla's soft, fleshy cuntlips. Both females 
were literally quivering with come-need as their tongues moved faster and 
faster across each other's womanly sex-skin. 

Then Carla felt a sort of electric shock jolt through her pussy, followed by 
another and another, and she was coming like hell, her hips shaking while 
her pussy pulsed. Her tongue pressed against Samantha's cunt, and the little 
girl came too, with a come that wrung her out like someone wringing out a 
facecloth. She wanted to scream out her excitement, but instead she pressed 
her face against Carla's throbbing pussy and kept right on nuzzling and 
licking it. 

For a moment Sullivan thought that he was going to come too, he was so 
turned on by the sight of the two females coming in each other's arms. He 
knew that if he touched his cock right then he would come, but he managed to 
keep his hand away from it. Only just. His fingers were within an inch of 
his hungry male tool. 

"How did you like the show, Mr. Sullivan?" Carla asked. 

"Just take a look at my cock and there you'll have your answer," he said. 

His cock looked harder than any that Carla had ever seen in her life. 

"Kind of like that girl-girl action, huh?" she said. 

"There isn't a man alive who doesn't like watching a couple of good looking 
females make love. Now get your niece over here and I'll show her something 
about fucking," Sullivan said. 

Samantha spread her legs and the City Councillor got on top of her. He 
thrust his cock into her twat, almost brutally. He was way the hell too 
turned on to worry about being gentle. He seized her tits in his hands and 
started to really mash them while he shoved his cock back and forth in her 
pussy. 

Sullivan bucked his cock frantically back and forth inside her, working up 
to his come. He didn't give a shit whether she had a come or not. All he 
knew was that he had to get his rocks off. The sight of the little girl 
licking the older one's twat was the biggest turn-on he had ever seen in his 
life. 

In! Out! In! Out! 

He was right on the brink ... right there ... 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

Almost ... almost! ... almost ... 

With a splintering crash the door burst inward. Sullivan looked up with 
horror and saw a black man and a white man standing there in the doorway. 

It was O'Brian and Jackson. 

"What the fuck!" Sullivan said. 

Jackson ran forward and slapped Carla hard on the face. Carla didn't mind. 
It was all pre-arranged. 

"You bitch!" Jackson screamed at her, trying to make it sound convincing. 
"Taking my daughter and turning her into a whore!" 

"This is your daughter?" Sullivan stammered. "I ... I didn't know ... " 

Jackson hit him on the face. Sullivan reeled back, too amazed to react. 

"You're going to prison! That's where you're going! Taking respectable 
people's daughter's and fucking them. Statutory rape. I believe that's the 
charge, Mr. Sullivan ... " 

"Is this a put-up job or what?" he said. 

"No, but you're going to jail anyway," Jackson said. "Grown man's cock in a 
little girl's cunt. That's all it takes. And I got a witness." He pointed to 
O'Brian. 

"Look," Sullivan stammered, "I'm sure we can work something out ... " 

Sullivan offered money, but Jackson turned it down. 

"As a self-respecting black man, I'm tired of your racist shit," he told 
Sullivan. 

The terms he offered were that he would keep his mouth shut if in his next 
public appearance Sullivan would admit that he had been "totally 
misinformed" about the charges that black boys had sexually molested white 
girls in the South Boston schools. He was also to do everything he could to 
calm down the situation and urge people to accept busing. 

Sullivan agreed. The alternative was the destruction of his political career 
at best, and jail on a statutory rape charge at worst. 

That evening, Jackson and Samantha heard on the radio a very chastened 
Sullivan take back all the racist things he had said before. They were 
pleased, but they didn't pay that much attention, largely because Jackson's 
cock was in his daughter's twat and coming hard. 


The End
