quilts and an old mattress there instead of a seat. The whole back of the old bus was a queen-sized bed. I lay there on my back and watched him crawl over. He filled the whole space he was so big. He put his weight on me and I could feel his hard cock through our clothing and it didn't take much more than that to have me ready to go again. He body-fucked me. I spread my legs and he slid between them, his hard cock pressing into my softness. His mouth found mine. He was drilling me so hard that I thought he was going to push a hole right through his clothing and my skirt.
That was a beauty I had on his fingers, but that was just a warm-up. I was going to come again just dry- fucking. His cock was really hard. At that moment I didn't give a shit about being Homecoming Queen, I just wanted to be fucked. 'Put that thing in me,' I gasped, reaching down to seize his cock in my hand. 'Get naked, mama,' he said.
I sat up and lifted my pullover. He helped. It came oS and his hands found my bare tits and gave them a work out. I put my hands behind his head and pulled him down and thrust one tit into his mouth. 'Bite it,' I gasped, 'Bite it, you bastard, bite it.'
On my knees, one knocker pushed into his mouth, my hands on his head pulling him close, I reached down with one hand and did my skirt and began to push it down. He was biting me hard, so hard that the little shoots of pain were going all over my body and sending messages of whee down into my wet twat. I had my skirt pushed down as far as it would go with me kneeling and then I began to work on him. I got his shirt open and gushed my white tits up against his black chest and rubbed them and then had my hands down undoing his pants and when I had them open and went inside to feel that cock, oh, God.
He wanted to see me naked. He pushed me away and pulled the skirt off and then, in the light of the night moon, he gazed at me and rubbed me while I moaned and squirmed under his hands. I knew what he was seeing. He was seeing whiteness in skin, a nice figure, small waist, large ass, good legs, big tits.
I wanted to see and feel› too. I reached out and seized that monster as it came out of his pants and I could put both hands on it and have room left. I was so hot I had to do something. I was holding his cock in one hand, frigging it gently. I was trying to push his pants off with the other and then I made a sound and fell down and smelled him just before I kissed that big monster. He smelled like man. I opened my mouth, one hand hold ing the cock and guiding it, I took the head of it and tried to push more into me. I had just the head and maybe a half inch more and it was back at the back of my throat and I kissed and sucked and licked the cream as it oozed out of the little eye of his beautiful cock.
'You're gonna waste me, mama,' he gasped, plunging his cock into and out of my mouth. I let my wet mouth run down the big vein under it, all the way to his balls. Then I fell back. 'Now, Roalt,' I said, 'fuck me now.'
He pushed his pants off and I pulled and tugged as he put his weight on me. He was no gentleman. He didn't support his weight. He just threw it on me, about a ton of man, and I didn't care. I like to be treated rough at times. He was crushing me and his cock was down there banging at my box and I squeezed one hand in between us and threw up my ass and, wow, it hit and went in and it was nice, nice, nice, the finest cock I'd ever felt, huge, throbbing already. I knew he was so close that he'd go like a house afire, but I wasn't worried. I was so dose I was throbbing up in my cunt and I ground my ass up and took all he had to give and came blindingly, the second one in a couple of minutes. I knew from the feel of it and the strength of it that it was going to be one of those great, great nights.
He was pounding me. I, feeling those sweet after feelings, made it great for him by moving just right, reaching up to take him, letting it drive all the way up to my liver as it went in. He came with a power which left me breathless, and hungry for more. He dug his fingers into my soft ass and lifted my pelvic basket to punch his cock ever deeper. He must have come a quart. I could feel his cock swell and burst and throb and I could feel his come jetting out into me and I had this secondary climax which was so sweet and it lasted and lasted and didn't stop until he'd pumped himself dry and had let his body just sag down as he relaxed.] squirmed under him from time to time, just to feel his cock. He was panting. 'You're some hot mama,' he said. 'You're not so bad yourself,' I said.
'You got my vote, mama,' he said. 'Any woman knows how to handle poon like that I'd elect president.'
'I'm glad,' I said. 'But let me tell you, you spade bastard, the way you rang my chimes I'd fuck you anytime, anywhere. I mean, Jesus, Roalt, that was the best I've ever had. I mean, wow, you're great.' 'Don't shit me,' he said. 'Get off me and lay down,' I said. 'Huh?'
I pushed him off and started working on him. He lay there, his cock relaxed. I started kissing his mouth and eating those big, delicious lips. I had the hots again.
I ran my hands all over his naked body. I kissed him all over. I'll admit, now, that I was ignorant then. I had expected Roalt to' smell just because he was spade. You know how it is in the redneck South. They say a nigger has a peculiar smell. Well, I guess a spade who doesn't take a bath has a smell, just like whites who don't bathe smell, but Roalt, although I doubt if his shack in jig-town had indoor plumbing, was clean. I guess he took showers every day at the gym. He smelled like a good after shave lotion and clean, sexy sweat and of us. When I started kissing him around his belly I could feel, under my lips, the hard rows of muscles.
I timed it. I didn't want him to get hard, not yet. I felt his cock and it was still soft and then I went down on it. Soft, I could get almost all of it into my mouth.
That's still one of my favorite things. And I think that was the first time I'd ever done it, I mean, taking a soft cock into my mouth and tonguing it and kissing it and sucking it until, as it grows, gets too big and hard for the space available in my mouth and pushes itself out backward.
It tasted of come and pussy juice. The taste of love. Come and pussy. I loved it.
Back in those days I was usually so eager to get laid that I didn't do much Frenching^nd I guess I really learned to love it with Roalt.
He had not been circumcised. He had this great flap of foreskin. I pulled it up and nibbled on it before he got hard, covering in his head with his foreskin and chewing on it until he squirmed. Then I pushed his soft cock all the way back into my throat and tried to swallow it. You'd be surprised, unless you're a French expert, how far down you can get a limp cock if it's long enough. I did a swallowing motion and the head of his cock slid down to my belly, it seemed. I mean, it was into my gullet. I would have thought that it would gag me, but I guess I was so hot that I didn't think about that. I just swallowed it. My teeth were pressed up against his mound, his whole soft shaft in my mouth, the head of it actually swallowed and the swallowing things in my throat working on it. That's when he started to get hard. He told me later that he had been a little scared then, afraid I was going to actually eat him, I mean, swallow the whole thing. It was soft in my throat and my throat worked every time I tried to swallow and it squeezed and he got harder and harder and it began to back its way out.
Then I worked on the head of jt, running my tongue around the rim, nibbling with my teeth and making him squirm. Then, with it hard, I licked it up and down and took his balls, one at a time, into my mouth and toyed with them ever so gently. He was getting hot and moaning and squirming. I was turning him on and did I ever get a bang out of it.
I liked it. I like anything, and I mean anything, about sex. I ate and sucked and licked and kissed that huge, black cock loved it, swelling for me and growing into a forearm-sized club which had both my hands on it and my mouth as wide as I could over the head of it sucking and then I felt his loins go tense and his hips begin to rise and fall, fucking my lips, my mouth, stretching my mouth painfully and I knew I had an opening which could better take it, so before he rammed it all the way down my throat I climbed on. I mean I threw myself astride his big, hard body and looked down and damn me if he wasn't invisible, black in black, but I could sure feel him, and I found the prong and sat on it, lowering myself, letting his cock slide in one inch at a time on the slick highway paved by his own come and my juices. I felt short.
I didn't think you'd ever see me alive again. I mean, it went on and on and my body took it, that big club frothing at the tip, inching up into me, splitting me, filling me to the point of joyful screaming. I took it all and let my weight down to drive the head of it up against my useless womb. I'd had this problem when I was a kid and they'd done something up inside me and the doc said I'd never have a kid, 50 I didn't worry about getting knocked up, ever. I had that huge black mother squeezed in my cunt and I was throwing my body around wildly, circling the thing with my hips, riding, squirming, bouncing, feeling my eyeballs pop when Roalt lifted his hips to drive it home. I was in my element, I'm Miss Sex Queen and I've never had it better than it was with Roalt. I mean, baby, he had it. He was Mr. Sex. He loved it. 'Shit,' he said, 'you've got a sweet cunt.'
He drove. He lifted. He pinched my boobs. He mauled me. He was rough and I loved it. Then he threw me off and overtopped me and lifted my legs so that my knees were against my chest and drove that third leg of his
