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“Come in,” Anna said stepping aside to let Mason Tolliver enter the house. It had been eleven years since the two of them had been in that house- her mother’s house-together. She slowly followed him through the foyer and watched him shrug out of his blue blazer. He stopped at the closet and hung it up slowly. Then, he toed of his shoes and pushed them into the closet with his foot.

She couldn’t help smiling. It was as if he still expected her mother to fuss at him for walking on her carpet with his dirty shoes. If she was still alive, she would have done just that. It was remarkable to see that her childhood friend was just as trained as she and her brothers and sisters. Mason knew the rules, after spending so many years playing at her house, he was conditioned. Her mother would have been proud.

Anna and Mason had met in third grade when she and her family had moved to The Hollow. They had been one of only two black families in the tiny Tennessee town. That hadn’t stopped Mason from befriending her on the first day of school. For years his racist father had cussed him for running around with “that little black girl” and his mother had silently agreed. Mason, however, did not buy into their beliefs. He saw something in his best friend Anna Bella Townsend. She was fun and they got along great. Her family was big and loud and had quickly to give him his own seat at their dinner table. Even after Anna’s father had left the family, they were raucous and fun. Her mother hadn’t been depressed or angry, she’d just moved on. He had wondered what his own mother would have done if she’d been left to raise him on her own.

Mason had loved Anna’s mother. Miss Sophia took him in every day. She didn’t complain about having one more mouth to feed on a child that wasn’t one of her own. She just shoved plates full of scrambled eggs with buttermilk pancakes, peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and fried chicken with mashed potatoes, buttered cornbread, and collard greens in front of him every day. It was as if she somehow knew that he wasn’t eating that well at home. Then again, how could she not know? When he’d first started visiting, he’d been skinny as a stick.

“Tut, tut, tut,” she’d said, placing her meaty fists on her generous hips. “You aint got nothin’ keepin’ you from blowin’ away in a strong wind, boy! Get in this kitchen and eat somethin’. You aint leavin’ MY house hungry!”

She had fed him at least one meal everyday of his life back then. Even after his mother had had some choice words with her in the supermarket about feeding her son “whatever slop it is you eat”, Miss Sophia hadn’t stopped giving him food. If anything, she piled his plate higher. To keep his mother quiet, Mason never bragged on how good her cooking was again, though. He didn’t want her insulting his best friend’s mother and make her tell him not to come over and play anymore.

Mason cleared his throat as he shut the closet door. “So, where do we go from here?” His voice was uncharacteristically quiet. His pale face glowed yellow in the dimly lit hall and his strawberry blonde hair looked almost red. He trained his emerald green eyes on Anna and she squirmed uncomfortably.

Anna ran her French manicured nails through her dark brown hair and sighed. How had she gotten herself into this position? Somewhere along the line she’d resigned herself to never speaking to Mason again, much less having to deal with the fact that she’d had his daughter, and given Bella to her sister Leena to raise. The past six years had been a blur of modeling jobs, red carpets, and parties. She’d managed to almost forget that one day she’d have to tell Mason the truth. He hadn’t been in her world. He hadn’t been in her mind. Then, her mother died and her world had tail-spinned out of control, landing her back in the hills of Tennessee face to face with her childhood playmate and the father of her only child.

She had been sixteen when she left The Hollow to live with her father in Nashville. He had been a record producer, working with mostly gospel acts and a few country music artists. Her mother had been so proud of Anna for forgiving him and allowing him back into her life. Maybe she had been able to do that because she had been the youngest and less affecting by his leaving than her siblings. She had missed Mason terribly and after a few years decided to visit him at University of Tennessee in Knoxville. She’d told her father she wanted to visit her mom, which wasn’t a total lie. The visit was cut a few days short so she could see Mason at UT.

He took a three day weekend, skipping classes that Friday so they could spend every moment together. She gave him her virginity in his dorm room that first night and they spent the rest of the weekend in bed. Lucky for them, he didn’t have a roommate, or maybe unlucky because she found out she was pregnant two weeks after she got back to Nashville. Just after her nineteenth birthday, she went back to The Hollow and had the baby with her mother’s help. When her sister Leena came to visit from Richmond, Virginia, Anna begged her to keep the baby for her, just until she figured out what to do with her life.

One year later she was an up and coming model, but the lifestyle wasn’t conducive with being a single mother, so Leena had kept Bella while Anna sent her money every week. Six and a half years later, Anna had still been running from responsibility, until her mother died. Now, she was left with a house full of memories and Bella sleeping soundly upstairs.

“Are you still mad?” Anna asked crossing her arms in front of her protectively.

Mason rolled his green eyes. “What do you think, Anna? I was pretty upset when I thought that you had fucked me and dumped me seven years ago. Now, you tell me that I have a daughter that you’ve been hiding from me? How the hell am I supposed to feel?”

Anna wanted to cry. He was right. She’d been a selfish bitch. She’d hidden the truth from him for all these years and he hadn’t deserved that. He’d been in love with her since they were teenagers and she’d trampled his heart by ignoring his calls after their weekend together. Then, she stomped on it again when she’d shown him Bella earlier that day. He’d known as soon as he looked at that child. His face had twisted into a mask of realization and shock before she’d even opened her mouth to introduce them. Bella had his shocking green eyes and her butter cream complexion made it obvious that her father was white. She wasn’t anywhere near Anna’s cinnamon brown. Her long, smooth chestnut brown hair had been pulled back in a braid that reached the middle of her back. She had a lot of his facial features too, she was all him, except for her mother’s perfect little bow mouth.

“How many times do you want me to apologize?” Anna hissed through clenched teeth. She went on the offense as she grabbed the large wood ball that marked the bottom of the banister. Her knuckles whitened she held on so hard.

Mason’s eyes filled and he turned away to hide it from Anna. “As many times as it takes to give me back the last six years with my daughter.”

Anna cringed at his cold tone. The words dropped heavily like blocks of ice. “Are you going to take me to court for custody?” It was a fair question.

“How can you ask me that?”

“Well, you are a lawyer. I assumed that would be your first thought.”

Mason turned back to her and frowned. “Do you even know me?” He pulled her to him by her upper arms and for a fleeting moment she thought he’d shake her. Her forearms bumped against his chest, he pulled her so roughly, but he wasn’t fazed at all. “Do you have any idea how much I loved you? Don’t you think I know how much it would hurt you if I took custody of her?”

Anna couldn’t look into his eyes. They were so intense. She’d loved the bright color when the two of them were young and those eyes were full of mischief. Now, they radiated with pain and seemed to bore into her soul, as if searching for something. She stared at his white oxford shirt instead. “Well, love for me won’t get in your way anymore so what do you care?”

Mason let go of her arms and pitched his hands roughly through his strawberry blonde curls. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Is that what you think? You think I don’t love you anymore?”

“Of course you don’t love me anymore. It’s been seven years since…”

“God, Anna,” Mason said so loudly, she glanced up the stairs, silently hoping he hadn’t woken Bella. He noticed her wary look and lowered his voice. “You can’t turn off love, dammit. If I could have, I probably wouldn’t be divorced right now. I still love you and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Anna stared at him in awe. “But you’ve been horrible to me ever since I came back here. You ignored me at the funeral and asked me to sit in the back of the room when you read mama’s will. You called me a selfish cover girl and said I only cared about phony Hollywood types and not the real people that cared about me before I got famous. You said I was…”

Mason held up a hand to stop her rant. “I was angry. I’ve been mad at you for seven years. Don’t you realize the only reason I’ve stayed so pissed is because I still LOVE you?! If I could make myself not care, I wouldn’t be mad. I’d be indifferent. I wouldn’t give a shit…but I do! I always have.”

Anna felt her stomach drop. She’d thought about the two of them sitting at her mother’s kitchen table all alone one Sunday morning. She was thirteen and he was fourteen. He’d asked her who she was going to marry when she grew up.

“I dunno,” Anna said shrugging her narrow shoulders. “I don’t think I wanna get married.”

“Cuz of your parents?”

She nodded slumping back in the rickety wood chair. She didn’t really feel like talking about her dad.

“What about me?” Mason asked dropping his eyes to study his pale bare toes.

“I don’t think you’re s’posed to marry your friend,” Anna said thoughtfully. “It’s s’posed to be somebody your in love with.”

“Oh,” Mason said with a shrug. “I guess your right.”

Now, he stood there with his soul searching eyes studying her dark ones. Had he been in love with her then? Had it been the same love he’d confessed when they’d had sex in his dorm room? She wanted to hug him and apologize for her blindness, and yes, for her selfishness. Yet, she didn’t know what to say.

“Did you ever love me?” Mason asked in a small voice.

“Of course I loved you,” Anna answered honestly. “You were my first love and probably my only real love. That was just so long ago.”

“What about now?” Mason had heard what he’d been waiting years to hear, but he wanted more. His hands shook as he kept them trained at his sides, they wanted to touch her. He couldn’t let them…not yet.

“I don’t know,” Anna said folding her arms again. “Everything is different now. We’re not a couple of horny teenagers anymore.”

“So you don’t love me?”

Anna cringed at those words. She thought about Bella sleeping upstairs in what used to be her bed. Bella had Mason’s eyes, she had his narrow nose, and she had his slender frame. Anna had named her Bella because Mason used to tease her with her middle name all the time. When she had his daughter, she wanted the name to remind her of Mason. She had loved him, there was no doubt. She’d had a fucked up way of showing it, but there was no doubt that she loved him.

His green eyes caught hers for the first time since he’d walked though the door. “Did you stop loving me, Anna? What the hell happened?”

Anna shrugged. “I never thought about it. I was too busy working to support myself and Bella. I couldn’t think about what I’d lost…or never actually had.”

Mason sighed and ran a hand over her cheek. He let it rest on her shoulder and kissed the same cheek he’d just touched. “You’ve always had me. All you had to do was call.”

Anna smiled for the first time in days. Her heart did a quick flip-flop. “I still love you Mason. I always have.”

“Thank goodness,” he said gruffly before pulling her by the waist. She landed against his chest with an “Oh” of surprise. Before she could say anything else, he’d covered her mouth in a kiss. Anna felt her stomach jump. She’d never imagined she’d find herself back in Mason’s arms after everything that had happened. He felt so good against her. He had been a skinny kid, but filled out nicely. She could feel his muscles. His chest was rock hard as her breast crushed against him and she could feel the tense muscles in his forearm when she let her hand rest there.

Anna parted her lips and accepted his hot tongue. He moaned into her mouth and she felt her panties dampen. Her initial surprise was taken over by longing and undeniable lust for him. She found her head and quickly unbuttoned his stiff shirt, pulling his tie off and dropping it onto the wood floor.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Mason muttered as he reached, almost to her knees to pull up her nightshirt.

“Pajamas,” Anna said breathlessly as she pushed the dress shirt off his shoulders and tugged open the gold metal belt buckle on his belt.

“Weren’t you in the Victoria’s Secret catalog? This isn’t very sexy.”

Anna rolled her eyes, but smiled. “I wasn’t dressed for seduction. I was dressed for sleeping.” She wiggled as he pushed the red and black checked pajama pants down her ass and stepped away from them when they pooled on the floor. She’d managed to get his belt undone and plunged her hand into his pants to feel his hardness. Her pussy creamed when she wrapped her hand around him and he groaned.

Mason pulled the black bra straps from her shoulders and let her generous breasts spill out of the cups. Her light brown breasts were full and heavy. He was pleasantly surprised by the fact that she hadn’t gotten implants, given her line of work. If he remembered correctly, she was a 38C, unless having a baby had changed that. He didn’t bother asking; he just took one hard nipple into his mouth and sucked. Anna moaned and began gently running her fingers through his soft hair.

Anna loved having her nipples sucked. They were sensitive and bolts of pleasure moved from her nipples to her pussy and back again. She shuddered as she stood in the foyer, almost naked. The lights from a car passing broke the darkness that was outside the front window and Anna jumped. They were in the front hall. If Bella woke up, she’d find her parents half-naked in a common area of the house! That wouldn’t work.

“Mason,” she whispered. He didn’t move and she was tempted to leave him be as his tongue slid over her nipple again. “Mason, we have to go upstairs.” She patted his head.

He reluctantly pulled away, leaving her moist nipples to wrinkle and stiffen as the cool air hit them. They gathered the clothes they’d thrown on the floor and quietly crept upstairs. Anna led him to the room where she’d been sleeping. It had been a guest room since Leena had left home. The full size sleigh bed was her favorite. It had the newest mattress and she loved the mahogany head and foot board. The sheets and comforters were covered with tiny yellow and white daisies and were badly rumpled, even though she hadn’t been in bed yet that evening. Anna wasn’t the best bed-maker. That’s one of the reasons she had a maid in back home in California.

Mason didn’t seem to notice the rumpled covers as he sat on it to remove his black socks. Anna slipped her black panties off and joined Mason, on her knees beside him. He sat there for a moment staring at her.

“Don’t run away again,” he said tracing a finger along her sleek jaw line. “Promise me you’ll stay a while.”

“I promise,” Anna said quickly. She had a fleeting thought of her apartment and agent, both abandoned in L.A. She’d deal with them later. Right now she just wanted to be with Bella and Mason.

Mason smiled and pressed her flat against the bed with a large hand on her shoulder. He kissed her deeply as his fingers made their way from her face, down the valley between her breasts, over her stomach, and finally, into the folds of her womanhood. She moaned as he pressed her clit, sending quick waves of pleasure through her body. Anna could feel his dick hardening against her thigh. She couldn’t remember wanting to be fucked so badly. She had to feel him again.

“Please,” she whispered after pulling out of their kiss. “Please fuck me Mason. I just can’t wait any long-ah.”

Mason’s heart leapt in his chest. He had her. Not only was Anna begging for him, she’d slipped back into the Southern drawl they’d grown up speaking. For some reason he didn’t think those words would have sounded so sweet if she’d used that Californian non-accent she’d picked up.

“Okay, baby.” Mason whispered with a quick kiss before he left her to pull off his white boxer shorts.

Anna took the opportunity to pull down the covers and climb under. Mason never took his eyes off her. She hadn’t changed that much since the weekend that had created their daughter. Her smooth cinnamon colored skin was still dark and beautiful. Her almond shaped brown eyes had the same sparkle he’d remembered and her body was still amazing. He licked his lips hungrily as her long limbs disappeared under the daisy splattered sheets. Mason quickly joined her. He pulled her close, letting her warm him a bit. The old house was drafty, insufficiently insulated from the crisp October night air.

Anna smiled up at him and their mouths connected again. Mason closed his eyes as he tried to take every bit of her in. He’d tried over the years to remember the way she smelled, the way she felt, the way she tasted, and the sounds she’d made as they made love. He’d missed her, through his anger and resentment, he’d missed her. He brushed her soft, dark hair back from her face and thought about the times he’d seen her on tabloid covers, bold black headlines stating that she was with some other man. His belly burned with envy those days. He’d growl out loud as he snatched whatever rag it was and thrown it into his grocery cart. He’d gotten more than a few odd looks from the people standing in line around him.

Karl Martinson, he remembered, that was the first guy. He’d been a tall, dark-skinned basketball player and the picture showed Anna sitting on his lap at her twentieth birthday party laughing. Inside the magazine, were shots of them kissing and dancing. Next was Ben Shillinger, an actor, a blonde leading man. Mason had literally cringed at the pictures of Shillinger holding hands with Anna as they walked down a beach in Aruba. That tabloid-created love affair was squelched after Ben came out in The Advocate four months later. Nic Baptiste was next. The two had been engaged for almost two years until E!News broke the story that Anna had given the Greek shipping heir back the 4-carat engagement ring. Mason had actually been relieved, that had been the one bright spot during his divorce.

Anna noticed the change in Mason immediately. His kiss had gone from soft and sensual to demanding and possessive. She opened her eyes and tried to push him back with her hands on his shoulders. He relented and opened his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Anna asked quietly.

Mason buried his nose in her neck. She smelled like the sweetest flower ever made. “I’m better than okay, Anna Bella.”

She opened her mouth to protest the use of her middle name but faltered when she felt him move over her and spread her legs apart with his knees. She opened for him and sighed when she felt his dick press against the folds of her pussy. He lingered, pressing the bulbous head of his cock against her wetness. She lifted her hips and the head spread her apart, now, just inside her. She felt him shudder, then push further.

Mason sucked in his breath sharply as Anna’s pussy opened for him. His mind flashed to the first time they’d had sex. They had been in the same position. She’d looked at him with fear and excitement written all over her face. He’d been gentle as he could, not letting his own excitement cause her any more pain than she already had to go through when he broke her virgin membrane.

Jim gladly hooked his fingers into the tiny garment, and she raised her hips. He pulled the bottoms off swiftly. Then he gazed at her pussy. She had a thick mound with a short, thick, curly, blond bush. Her pussy lips were long, thick, pink and gleaming with wetness. The smell of her aroused cunt wafted to his nostrils, incensing him with lust. Jim spread her thighs and raised her knees.

Phylis gazed at him, feeling embarrassed as he sprawled between her thick, juicy, pale thighs and brought his hands to her cunt. He ran his digits through her short, blond bush, his big brown eyes were focused on her cunt like it was beautiful work of art. He stroked her lips gently, then he parted them, opening her pussy.

“Damn. I have to eat your precious white pussy.”

“Do it nigger!” Phylis rasped.

Jim dipped his face to her cunt. He breathed hotly onto her sensitive cunt and she shivered. Jim dipped his dark face to her womanhood and kissed it tenderly. Phylis exhaled as her pussy melted around his hot, wet tongue.

In some long distant time her husband had eaten her, but it was always in the dark and rushed. Yet here was this black man, French kissing her pussy, right in the open, in broad daylight, at her pool. What if some neighbor, or their kids were to suddenly climb over the wall and see her with a black nigger’s tongue in her pussy.

Phylis tossed them all out of her mind and concentrated on Jim eating her. His long, thick tongue felt so good as it traced her wet, pink, sticky gash. Tiny currents were sizzling through her crotch as he lapped and slurped away at her copious juices. He was licking her up like her pussy was a honey pot. Moaning with relish, he wriggled his long tongue deeper and deeper into her hole, driving her mad. Her body was boiling with carnal lust. Phylis grabbed his head and yanked his face into her cunt as her powerful hips ground lustily against him.

She soon had his entire lower face covered with her juices. Jim grabbed both her cheeks and raised her cunt to his mouth so he could feast carnally on her. He fed a digit, then another up her hot, lubed fuck hole. He rolled them around, in and out, touching every part of her pussy.

“Oh yes! Eat me Nigger! Oh my gosh!!! Yes!!!! This is awesome!” Phylis cried.

Jim finger fucked her and ate her clit, and it was exquisite. He flicked her fat nub with his tongue and rubbed his big, soft lips all over as his fingers squelched loudly in her cunt.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Eat me nigger! I’m cumming all over your black Nigger face!” Phylis grabbed his face in a vice grip and ground her cunt feverishly in his face until a shattering explosion ripped through her pussy.

Fireworks exploded in her head forcing her to close her eyes and throw her head back. Jim simply sped up his actions and drove her deeper and deeper into the throes of her orgasm.

As her orgasm finally subsided, she collapsed on her back, huffing for breath, feeling wonderful. She closed her eyes.

Jim gazed down at the happy white woman as he stripped off his clothes swiftly. Naked, he climbed on top of her, pushing between her thighs. His hard cock poked into her thigh.

“What are you doing!” Phylis protested weekly as the black man mounted her body, blotting the sunlight.

“No!” She cried as he wielded a huge erection and searched for her cunt opening.

“No! Jim! Stop it! Do you want to be a dead nigger!”

Jim found her dripping hole and slammed his cock into her, all the way to the hilt!

“No!” Phylis shrieked as she felt him stabbing away deep in her guts.

She tried to push him off but he was too strong for her, he was like a possessed, black beast. Jim gagged her mouth and said to her,

“You better stop screaming Phylis Imagine people rush over and find you with a black dick in you, after you been smoking weed with a nigger! Shut the fuck up!”

Jim simply scooped up her thick thighs, pushed them up and started riding her pussy spiritedly. Phylis was seized by a carnal lust as she felt the thick, hard nigger cock fucking her white pussy. She couldn’t believe it, but it felt so good. She loved the way the thick man meat was sliding in and out of her whole, stretching her pussy to the limit and producing such wonderful, thrilling sensations. But she couldn’t enjoy this. No!

Her body betrayed her and started pumping her hips up ad down to meet Jim’s lusty thrusts even as her head protested. His big dick felt so good in her, filling up her moist hole, riding in and out, up and down. She gazed up at his dark, animal black face as he grunted and glared down at her, his nostrils all flared and shit.

Jim lunged and thrust into her with all his might. He shoved and hammered his dick deep in them white guts. His hips slammed loudly into her, his fat balls slapping into the crack of her ass. He used her pussy like a punching bag.

Phylis started crying and moaning as he fucked her into submission. Jim claimed her mouth with his and shoved his thick tongue in. Phylis succumbed to him and opened her mouth. She couldn’t believe how hard and fast he was fucking her, and still showing no sign of cumming.

She melted in his arms and spread her thighs wide and took him in.

“Fuck bitch, move that fucking body. Fuck back this big, black dick like I know you can. Lazy fucking cunt!”

“Fuck you!” she sneered, pissed by his cheek. She would show this young nigger just who he was fucking with. Her powerful hips started whipping up to meet him. They fucked each other hard and fast. Jim hammered his cock into her just as she hurled her cunt at him. The deck chair jarred and creaked under them. They were not moaning so much as gasping and grunting as they fucked each other like wild beasts in heat.

“Ahhhh fuck yeah! Fuck me with that big nigger cock! Ye-e-e-e-e-e-sssss!!!!!” Phylis suddenly cried through clenched teeth and came hard, heaving and writhing lustily.

Jim hooked her feet over his shoulders and hammered away at her pussy. His dick was now swollen so huge and thick and she felt like he was tearing up her pussy and stabbing her up to her heart. She cried sharply on every thrust, loving it.

Jim slammed it deep into her one more time then the black man cried as if in pain as he emptied his balls into her pussy. His body jerked violently. Phylis found herself moaning as the thick, hot cream was poured into her insides. It felt like he was squeezing a tube into her. She felt thick, hot mustard just pouring into her insides.

As his sweaty body finally came to rest down on top of her, Phylis hugged him close to her and started kissing his face and stroking his head. All these years she had never ever even thought she should fuck a Nigga. And now, she had cumm more and harder in one hour than she had ever experienced.

Jim finally pulled his flaccid cock out of her pussy. Phylis was blushing, embarrassed Her pussy was gaping and thick cumm was oozing slowly out. Jim sat himself and pulled her face into his lap. He fired up the blunt she had dropped from her lips.

“I thought I said no sex!”

“Why the fuck were you cumming so hard then, white bitch!” Jim stuck the joint between her lips ad she puffed. He returned his hand to her drenched cunt and fingered her. “Suck my black nigger dick, bitch!” he told her.

“No. I don’t do that!”

“Now listen bitch! I am gonna be in this hick town for the next four weeks. Either we are gonna have loads of fun, and you are gonna get fucked better than you have ever been in your life. Or you gonna fuck it up now. Its up to you!”

Phylis thought about it for a few seconds as she gazed at his lolling, dark black cock, all smeared with his cumm and her juices.

“You are nasty!” she exclaimed. “I don’t know how to do it…”

Jim took his time to teach his mature white slut how to please him. She was soon stroking his dick and licking it like a lolly. He made her put a towel on the ground so she could kneel between his feet and bob her head up and down, gorging herself on his cock. She was struggling ad choking and stuff at first, but he was patient. He gave her time to find her own pace and style. Finally, she did such a good job that he nearly drenched her mouth. He pulled out and let her eat his big, black balls.

Phylis couldn’t believe all the nasty things Jim made her do that afternoon. He fucked her again at the pool, pulling his dick out to spray her face and tits with his creamy cumm. Then he tossed her in the pool and they went skinny dipping. He said he was hungry and she prepared them a fast lunch. Jim then carried her into her bedroom and fucked her on her marital bed.

Her husband came back from work at six. Therefore, at 5.45, Jim came all over her one more time and drove off. Though she was feeling all sore and raw, Phylis couldn’t wait for him to return the next day. She intended to get as much mileage out of his hard, long tasty black cock as she could, until he left.

Chapter 2: Girl’s Management

Jim was well up on his girl’s management. Phylis wanted his black cock all the time. Whenever he felt like it, he dropped by and fed the mature white housewife his long black dick. He soon had her well trained, and she was sucking his ass and taking his dick up the ass. A couple of times in the week, he would fuck young Nancy up her young tight ass. Rachel, his cousin was a busy woman and she was quite content to get his hard dick twice or thrice a week. Jim managed his girls so well that he had could fuck one of them a day, two if he felt like it. Nancy soon knew that he was fucking Rachel, but he told her to chill and stuffed his dick down her throat, giving her something to chew on. After that, it was her ass.

He started taking his Camera to work and soon had hot images of Connie sucking Eddie and feeding him her ass hole. He also filmed the hot Latina feasting on Emmi’s tits. However, to his disappointment, the blond wife never let the maid eat her pussy again.

Jim made up his mind, he was going to fuck the maid, the housewife and the husband. He was gonna give them this big, black dick for white folks.

Chapter 3: Pass the black meat please.

Jim was starting to enjoy his time in the little town. He had never believed any place got freakier than NYC, but the dirty south was proving him wrong. Instead of sitting alone at night, reflecting on his ways as his dad had demanded, Jim was sitting back in bed, gazing at the reflection of his mature cousin’s thick round butt dripping pussy riding up and down his thick, hard cock. Instead of digging in the garden all day, every day, he was taking time off, to go digging in a mature white wife’s gut.

Jim even got Phylis, the horny white housewife to run her mouth to a couple of close friends of hers. Though they were shocked initially, that she was fucking a nigger, after the horny wife gave them sordid details of all the fun she was having, they also wanted a piece of Jim’s black dick before he left. Jim told her he was down, but said they couldn’t have his premium black dick for free. Since they were all rich, Jim made them pay a fee.

He got them to drop by Phylis’ house so she could introduce him to them.

Phylis’ best friend, Marge, was a 38 year old tall, slim, pale brunette with a flat chest and weasel face. She wasn’t much to look at and her dress was a loose, drab affair that went down to her calves. She was nervous and jittery, sitting on the couch, looking at Jim like he was something scary. The other friend, Julia, was a short, stocky, chubby white woman with a round face. She had a thick body, big breasts and a big wide ass. She was dressed in a short, sleeveless summer frock. Her thighs were thick and full and her legs were like stumps. Like Marge, she was also looking at Jim warily.

Jim would never have looked twice at these two women. However, the fact that they were married, white southern mums with children, who were there to get his black dick and had even already passed the cash to Phylis was turning him on. These white bitches definitely had to open up their minds, mouths, pussies and ass for the black meat. That was called progress and Jim was glad to be a catalyst.

Phylis was dressed in a short skirt and a tight little top that held her big tits up. She was feeling all excited, like a saleswoman about to close a big deal. She poured every body very stiff drinks and gave each a fat blunt.

Jim was dressed in a wife beater and his short, cut off denim pants that had his big dick bulging lewdly. He sat back in a couch, besides Phylis, puffing away casually as the two women watched him nervously. They were stealing quick glances at his dark face, his thick arms, his muscular chest and his big, powerful thighs. Jim decided to let them have a good look and pulled his wife beater over his head. He heard them gasp as they saw his beautifully defined, black belly.

After another blunt and several drinks. Jim noticed the wives were getting relaxed. They were now sinking back in their seats, still gazing at him, with more fascination than fear.

“Phylis, I reckon your friends are curious about my package, why don’t you take it out and give them a little demonstration. Suck on it a little bit.”

“What!” Phylis gasped. “I was thinking more like you might want to take Marge to the guest bedroom for a while, and then Julia afterwards, or another time, if you will.”

“No! We are all grown folks. I got nothing to hide…” So saying, Jim stood up and opened his pants slowly. All three white women stared at him in disbelief as he pushed the pants down his hips. His long, thick black cock sprang free to point proudly at the ceiling. Marge and Julia’s faces went pale and their eyes became all huge. They were glued to the large cock that the black man was now stroking slowly.

Jim stood before Phylis, towering over her.

“Go on now Phylis, show them just how much you love this black cock that they have paid for.”

Phylis stared at his big cock and licked her lips with lust. But her face was going all red with embarrassment.

“No Jim. Not here. Lets go to my bedroom, please…”

Jim’s hand snaked out and he caught her strawberry blond hair. He pulled her to his cock and rubbed it all over her face, as if he was branding her with the dark, shiny, bulbous, spongy black dick head. Phylis shivered and closed her eyes in shame. Jim pressed his throbbing shaft against her lips.

“Suck that fucking Nigga dick right now, you white slut!” Jim said firmly, tugging on her hair and pushing her face to his crotch.

Phylis gave a moan of pain and then her lips parted. Her tongue darted out and started licking the black shaft. She sucked on it and smeared her lips into it. She licked it with growing ardor until it was bathed in her saliva. Then Jim pressed his thick tip against her mouth. Phylis groaned and sucked him in. She double fisted his long, black cock, wanking it as she started bobbing her head up and down. Her jowly cheeks worked as she slobbered away at his dick. Jim grunted and his hips worked back and forth as he fucked her mouth. She was mewing and purring as she gorged herself.

Marge and Julia stared transfixed. They couldn’t believe it, that Phylis was sucking the young black man’s huge, veined, dark dick right in front of them. Marge felt the juices flow into her cunt as her eyes roved from the long black meat, sliding in and out of Phylis’ drooling mouth, to the young buck’s firm ass cheeks, that were clenching and unclenching as he pumped back and forth. Julia started rubbing her legs together like a cricket.

Jim let Phylis have a nice meal. Then he pulled his dick out of her mouth. He walked to Julia and Marge. They stiffened, glaring at his long, thick black pole, that was pointing at them. They looked like they were about to bolt.

Jim caught both by their long hair and pulled their faces to his dick.

“Go on ladies. It ain’t nothing but a dick. And you are here to get it, right? Now lick the motherfucker…”

He pressed their faces at his cock from both sides. Julia opened her mouth and her tongue darted out. She gave his throbbing shaft a quick lick.

“That’s it baby. Lick it. If Marge is too stupid to do the same, fuck her…” Jim said.

Julia became bold and started licking and kissing his dick. Her pale, fat hand wrapped around his stem and she started wanking it. Marge decided she might as well get in on the action and she was licking away too. Jim pushed the thick, shiny head at Julia’s mouth. She parted her jaws and engulfed his dick head. She rolled it in her mouth, mewing and smacking her lips like it was so tasty. Marge stared at her for a second. Julia stared back, cock eyed, and then she was groaning and bobbing her head. The black dick was so big, so potent and much bigger than her husband’s. She wanted it.

Marge gasped and started licking up and down Jim’s black shaft. Jim raised his foot on the couch and pushed her face down to his big, dangling balls.

“Lick the motherfuckers… Lemme feel that tongue all over my big, black balls.”

Marge gasped as if he had said something outrageous. Then she was licking his balls. Her tongue caressed and licked him. He told her to suck one in and she did it. He told her to hum and she did it too. Now she was feasting carnally on his balls. Not to be outdone, Julia was now proudly managing half his length and the short, stocky white mum was gorging herself greedily.

Jim looked at Phylis who was watching with jealous and fascination. He called her over with his finger and pointed at his ass.

Flushing with embarrassment, she came over, dropped on her knees and started licking his ass. Jim was in heaven as the three white wives tended to his balls. He made them switch around and had each of them sucking dick, licking balls and eating black ass. The three women were ravenous. Jim made all three kneel before him with their mouths wide open like little birds. He wanked his cock and sprayed them, hitting each with a jet of creamy cumm in the face. Then he made them lick it off each other’s face. They seemed to doubt it for a second, but he pushed their faces together. They were licking his cumm, then they were kissing.

As he recovered, Jim sat back and lit up another fat joint. He made Julia and Marge kneel between his thighs and suck his balls and cock as he Jim told Phylis to strip down to the thongs and half cups that he had ordered for her over the Internet. He made her part her thighs, pull the thongs off her cunt and show her friends her now bald, shaved pussy. Then he told her to play with herself. Phylis was blushing as her dainty fingers slid deep into her dripping pussy. But she was getting off so much from frigging in front of Jim and her friends.

Jim eased off the two housewives and told them to strip. They were both reluctant. They were ashamed of their bodies.

Jim was having none of it. He pulled Julia into his arms and stooped to kiss the short wife. She held on to him tightly and feasted on his lips. She sucked on his thick tongue like she had been sucking his dick. Jim pulled off Julia’s dress and exposed her chubby, thick, round body. He ripped off her bra and her boring panties. He grabbed her thick tits and squeezed them as he reached into her dark bush and finger fucked her dripping pussy. Her knees got weak and she fell on the couch, moaning and gasping.

Jim grabbed Marge and wrapped his arms around her long, slender frame. She dove at his mouth and kissed him like she loved him dearly. Jim pulled her long dress around her slim hips. As he grabbed her cunt she tried to pull back. Jim held her firmly in place, and kept kissing her as he shoved his big hand inside her plain, cotton panties and shoved a digit up her dripping slit. She jerked violently as he entered her pussy. She clasped him to her as she started fucking his hand. Jim tore her panties off her hips. They ripped loudly. Then he undid her zipper at the back and pulled her dress off her.