--WebTV-Mail-17401-216 Content-Disposition: Inline Content-Type: Message/RFC822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit Received: from smtplocal-2001-2.public.lawson.webtv.net (172.16.212.86) by storefull-2371.public.lawson.webtv.net with WTV-SMTP; Wed, 20 Aug 2003 16:22:44 -0700 (PDT) Received: by smtplocal-2001-2.public.lawson.webtv.net (WebTV_Postfix) id B03AABE09; Wed, 20 Aug 2003 16:22:44 -0700 (PDT) Delivered-To: storm_bringer1@webtv.net Received: from storefull-2375.public.lawson.webtv.net (storefull-2375.public.lawson.webtv.net [209.240.213.167]) by smtplocal-2001-2.public.lawson.webtv.net (WebTV_Postfix) with ESMTP id 96542BE06 for <storm_bringer1@webtv.net>; Wed, 20 Aug 2003 16:22:44 -0700 (PDT) Received: (from production@localhost) by storefull-2375.public.lawson.webtv.net (8.8.8-wtv-f/mt.gso.26Feb98) id QAA08904; Wed, 20 Aug 2003 16:22:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Storm_bringer1@webtv.net X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAsAhRmNp0k6L4SV8q4dpVahIH+OFGIQAIUE/ZJcYYMFCYOgSS7sYRAOcme3+Y= Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2003 19:22:44 -0400 (EDT) To: Storm_bringer1@webtv.net Subject: The Tattoo Message-ID: <21251-3F4402C4-1335@storefull-2375.public.lawson.webtv.net> Content-Disposition: Inline Content-Type: Text/Plain; Charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit MIME-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) The Tattoo An interracial/mindcontrol story copyright 2003 by Stormbringer "Sure, I'd love to dance, but keep in mind I'm engaged and there's absolutely no way you're going to score with me. Now if you're just looking for a dance and some conversation...." "See ya around." Paige laughed as the guy walked off. Sara looked at her and said, "He was pretty hot, Paige. Now is your last chance to fool around on George, go a little crazy and have a good time. This may be your spinster party, but for god sakes we're only 25." Sara was a teacher and constantly reminded the girls there was no such word as bachelorette. Paige was also a teacher and not the type to go crazy, though George often tried to get her to go a little crazy with him in bed. The girls didn't approve of her getting married so young, but were all a little jealous of George. He was a hunky football player in high school. Paige, of course, had been head cheerleader. "Oh go ahead," said Paige as some guy asked Sara to dance. "I'm going back to the motel." And from the looks of things, Paige figured she'd have the room to herself all night. Sara was the last of the six girls to hook up leaving the spinster alone. Paige left Sloppy Joes, the most famous bar in Key West and walked out onto Duvall street which was packed with spring breakers. Paige was the safe, conservative, responsible one of the group and she was sick of people telling her to go crazy or quit being so uptight. "Go a little crazy," echoed in her head. This was her last chance to do something out of character and go a little crazy. She'd never fool around on George. He was her one and only lover and would stay that way until they were old and gray, but she could do something for George and only for George. Something to tell her future husband she loved him and was capable of doing something a little wild and crazy. Paige pulled the crumpled paper out of her pocket and read it. Paige followed the directions on the paper to a street off Duvall. The street quickly grew dark and quiet, unnerving the young woman a little. Paige soon found the address. The girl who'd given her the paper was sitting on the porch reading a magazine. The girl was still wearing the skimpy bikini she'd worn when passing the papers out on the street. Obviously a ploy to attract male customers, but Paige found it demeaning of the girl to work in such an outfit. "Hi," said the girl. "Hi, I'm here about a tattoo." "The master will be pleased." "Master?" asked Paige frowning. The magazine the girl was reading was a Hustler! "Yes, Yaphet is a master of the art of tattooing. One of the best in the world. Follow me." Sure, thought Paige, one of the best tattoo artists in the world is working out of a rental in Key West and using a girl in a tiny bikini to hand out advertising. Paige stared at the girl's ass. Her bottoms left more ass cheek exposed then it covered. Had she no shame? "Master Yaphet, a customer." "Excellent." Paige found herself staring at a gigantic black man. Not only was he big, he was also one of the ugliest men she'd ever seen. Yaphet was in his forties, shaved bald. and dark black. A broad flat nose was splayed across his face above large thick lips. He was wearing an open leather vest much like motorcyclists wear. His chest was incredibly muscular and covered in tattoos, as were his bulging arms. "What kind of tattoo were you looking to get?" His voice had a faint African accent. Paige wasn't so sure this was such a good idea anymore. "I'm not sure. I'm getting married next month and I wanted something special for my fiance." "His name? A heart?" "No, something special..." Paige thought it over and something leaped into her mind. George would love it. He came from a fine South Carolina family and was very proud of his heritage. "Could you do a Confederate battle flag?" "Easily." "How much?" "I could do a small one for two hundred dollars." "That's fine with me." "Where would you like it?" "Hmmm, maybe my ankle or my back." Paige thought some more. "I'm not sure, I don't want my daddy seeing it." "There's always your ass or your crotch." "My crotch?" "Yes, you can shave the area you want the tattoo in, that way, if you tire of it, all you need do is let your hair grow back. It's an intimate place and a favorite among couples. I suggest you get one there" Yaphet's voice was calm and soothing. Paige pictured herself lying on her back, George rolling her panties down, looking in delight at the stars and bars across her shaved crotch. Something only he would see. "I'll do it." "There is a bathroom there. Inside is a bag of disposable razors." Paige entered the bathroom and found her reflection staring back at her. She was the epitome of the blue-eyed blonde. Paige was tall, lean, and lithe. Her legs were one of her best features, smooth and fit in her white shorts. Her dark blue tee shirt was tucked in making her breasts stand out. Adding to that fact was her purse strap bisecting her breasts revealing her large bosom even more. Paige had the body of a bikini model. Not the classy kind though, the kind that posed over cars, boats, are motorcycles. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said unbuttoning her shorts. Paige pushed her shorts down, then her plain white panties. Her bush was as blonde as her head. It was thick with only the sides trimmed for her modest two piece swimsuit. Paige found some scissors, cream, and the bag of razors and soon went to work. It didn't look right just shaving the top, so she went forward shaving the whole thing bare. That would be another big surprise for George. "How do we do this?" Paige asked coming out of the bathroom. "Just get in the chair and pull your shorts down. You can cover below where you want the tattoo with one of my towels." Paige had second thoughts again. Maybe, just shaving hersef would be enough of a surprise for George. "I'm not sure I want to do this." "If you're uncomfortable, I can have Amber sit in with us." "Ok," said Paige. Yaphet had pinpointed the main problem that she was reluctant to admit even to herself. She didn't want a black man touching her, especially a giant scary black man. Yaphet left and returned with Amber who sat down nearby still engrossed with her porn magazine. Paige walked over to the reclining chair where Yaphet had all his equipment. She sat and covered her crotch with a towel as she wiggled her shorts down over her hips. "Show me where." Yaphet prepared his needle which Paige stared at a little anxiously. She lowered the towel to the top of her bare crotch. "Relax. First, I'll numb the region so you'll feel little pain." Paige jumped a little as the big black man ran a cold, wet towel which smelled of alcohol over her crotch. He pricked her with a little needle and soon could barely feel his touch. "Will the colors be bold?" "Oh yes, I use very special dyes found only in Africa and provided to me by an African Shaman, named Mobutu." "Ow," cried Paige as the tattooing needle touched her flesh. She was overreacting as she felt little pain. Yaphet leaned across her body so she couldn't see what he was doing. She stared at his body as he worked. His tattoos were dark and faint as they blended into his black skin. "What's that tattoo on your bicep?" "It's a Swahili symbol meaning strong and powerful." And the one on your chest." "Virility." Paige became engrossed in the black man's tattoos. Every now and then the strange symbols and patterns formed a picture and most weren't pleasant. One showed a human skull on a snake's body. There were lots of skeletons and snakes. One drawing was of an evil looking lion with an enormous penis. On closer look, the penis was actually a black snake. Yaphet leaned back to adjust the needle and Paige looked down his chest. Another snake tattoo covered his hard stomach. It rose up out of his jeans, the head forming around his navel. It looked very phallic. Instead of a snake, it could of passed for an enormous erect penis. The white forked tongue emerging from the things mouth could of been semen spurting from the tip. Paige glanced away quickly and at her crotch to see how the tattoo was coming, but he had covered her crotch up with the towel. He bent back down and went to work. "Looking good," said Amber checking out Yaphet's progress. Paige was so engrossed in the black man's tattoos that the time quickly passed. The snake tattoos swirled around forming circles within circles, snakes writhing, constricitng her body. The black snake struck at her, but Paige leaped up and bounded across the Savannah on all fours. She was an antelope running across the plain. The evil looking lion rose up from the grass and set off in pursuit. Paige ran and ran, just when she thought she would make it the lion raised a paw and swung... SLAP! Yaphet smacked a bandage across her crotch and quickly taped it. Paige looked down when he leaned back and found he had covered her with a bandage. "Can't I see it?" "Not for three days. You must keep the bandage covering it or the colors might run. No peeking. Trust me, your going to love it." Amber nodded. "Yes, you will." Paige shrugged a bit disappointed. She wiggled her panites and shorts back up and climbed out of the chair. "That's two hundred," he said. Paige paid him. She glanced at his crotch as she removed the money from her purse. Yaphet had an enormous bulge under his jeans that would of made the snake on his stomach proud. She counted out ten twenties and left the building making her way back to her empty motel room. **************** The girls left the Keys the next day begining the long drive back to South Carolina. No sooner had Paige arrive at her parents house, then she went to the bathroom to take a shower. She stripped nude except for the bandage. It hadn't been quite three days, but she figured there wouldn't be any harm done removing the bandage now. She slowly pulled it off. The outline of the tattoo was dark, no white, red and blue of the stars and bars. Confused, she pulled it off the rest of the way and raised her hand up over her mouth to muffle the scream. She stared in horror at the tattoo, feeling sick to her stomach. Black was the only color and for good reason. The tattoo was of an enormous black penis, the head pointing towards her vagina like an arrow. Large balls topped it. On closer look, the testicals actually formed shackles with chains connecting them to the black phallus. "That black bastard!" she growled. She gone to him for a symbol of the confederacy and gotten a reminder of black slavery. Now she was stuck with expensive removal surgery. Jesus! What would George think? She'd have to make her lower regions off limits to him until the wedding. She grimaced. George was a lusty guy and that would mean he'd want blow jobs to keep him satisfied. Yech! Paige showered and of course tried to rub off the offending tattoo, though she knew it would be futile. She cried as she rubbed the offending picture. "Welcome home princess," said her dad as Paige came out of her bedroom in fresh clothes. "Hey, you feeling ok? You don't look so good." "Female problems, dad." Paige went to the phone to make an appointment with her GYN. The next day, her doctor looked up from examining her vagina. "Paige, it's the strangest thing I ever saw. The dye has soaked right through your skin. I can actually see the outline of the tattoo inside you. There's nothing I can do. See a surgeon in tattoo removal, but just off hand, I'd say it's permanent. Then see a lawyer and sue the bastard that did this." Paige left the doctor's office quite frustrated. A black janitor waited by the door. She locked eyes with him, then her eyes traveled down his body, looking at his crotch, then back up. She gave him a hateful stare wondering why the old man was grinning at her. It all went downhill from there. The tattoo removal specialist was as baffled as anyone. He'd never seen a dye like it before. She was forced to suck on George's penis several nights a week. She gave him more blowjobs this month before the wedding, then she'd given him the entire five years they'd been dating. By the wedding date, she could easily take all six inches down her throat, though she always spit his semen out into a napkin. Lastly, she decided to let her hair grow back on her pussy, but the hair over the tattoo came in black making the outline of a black penis surrounded by blonde hair. She solved that problem by dyeing her pubic hair blonde. Soon it was well hidden. Two weeks before the wedding, Paige returned to teaching her English classes She had a meeting with Luther, an eighteen year old High School student she was tutoring who was trying to get into USC on a sports scholarship. Paige sat back in her chair and watched Luther as he took the test. He was little more then a street thug with an amazing skill to put a ball through a metal hoop. He spoke horrible English, looked stoned half the time, and had almost gotten expelled for grabbing a girl's ass. Paige looked at his big muscular arms and squirmed a little in her chair. He may of been a thug, but he wasn't bad looking. Paige pressed down into her seat feeling her damp panties push against her labia. Damn! She was horny. Just a few weeks without sex and she was horny for something she'd never thought she would miss. She was even starting to enjoy sucking George off. It was less messy. Luther handed her the test and she graded it. Not surprisingly, he failed. "Come on Luther, do you want to be a nineteen year old senior? Do you want to miss your chance to get spotted by the NBA? "Yo baby, there's just no incentive. You know what I'm saying. My cousin's makin two K a week working the streets." "That's Miss Anderson, not baby. A baby is what your going to be raising dozens of when living in the poor house because you didn't graduate High School. Keep trying." Paige stopped by the video store later that day. She and George were going to wach a few movies that night. She quickly picked three out and went over to George's apartment. He had a pizza waiting. "What movies did you get?" he asked getting another slice of pizza. "Let's see. I have Out Of Africa, The Lion KIng, and, I Dream Of Africa." "Odd choices. Oh...wait I get it. You want to go to Africa for our honeymoon." "No. These movies just jumped out at me. Pop one in." They watched a movie before George got bored and pulled her into his arms. They started kissing and Paige reached out and felt his prick hardening. George stood. "Lets go to the bedroom." Paige followed him and was soon sucking his penis again. "You wouldn't have to do that if you let me make love to you, but I'm getting the impression you're starting to like it." Paige paused. "I'll never like it, but I am getting used to it. I just want to make my future husband happy." Page pursed her lips and took George back in her mouth. The antelope bounded through the grass as the lion pursued it. Paige looked behind her and stumbled. The lion slowed, walking up to her, then it reared back. The skin fell off revealing a strong black African tribesman. It's snake-penis was rearing back to strike. "Please don't eat me, Simba," she pleaded. "What's my incentive not to, baby?" asked the lion-man. Paige was a human now, naked and on all fours. She crawled forward and took the black man's snake-penis in her mouth. Paige sat up in the bed. She'd fallen asleep in George's arms. It was late and she'd better be getting home to her parents. She disentangled herself from George's arm and snuck out. ************* "What?" Paige stared at Luther. She pressed her crotch down hard into the chair. "What you be staring at?" "Somebody whose not trying hard enough to succeed." "I'm sorry, baby, the incentive just aint there. I only stuck around this long to keep my mama happy. I just don't gets English." Paige stood up from the desk and walked over to the black youth. Luther's eyes roamed up and down her body. Though she didn't dress to show off her figure, her body was too nice to hide under her conservative dress. Paige kneeled on the floor by Luther. "Miss Anderson, what is you doing?" Paige reached out and grabbed Luther's crotch. The black boy looked stunned, but soon was grinning like an idiot. She could feel his penis hardening under his jeans as she fumbled with the buttons. His underwear was old and stained yellow in the front, but the bulge under them was huge. She pulled the underwear down to free the huge appendge. "My god, Luther, I'm impressed. Your penis is huge." "That ain't no penis, it's a cock." Paige grabbed it. "Yes, a cock, and a big cock at that, a big black cock." She shivered in horniness, but felt a little guilty seeing her engagement ring on the hand holding his big prick. The teen's cock looked to be over eight inches long, a good two inches bigger then George's penis and noticibly thicker. She pulled down on the large cock and licked around the crown. "Yeah baby, lick that cock." Paige paused. "That's Miss Anderson." She then resumed teasing Luther's bulging cock head with her tongue. She licked down the shaft, reaching into his underwear to fondle his balls. Paige licked back up and took him in her mouth. Luther's cock jerked in surprise as six inches quickly disappeared down her throat. All her recent practice with George had made her skilled at deep throating, but the extra thickness had her gagging a little. Paige surpressed the gag reflex, arched her back and pushed down. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair as she swallowed him whole. Paige quickly pulled her mouth back up, kissed the head and leaned back. Luther's cock slapped back against his stomach as she released it. "What the fuck? Bitch, that was fucking incredible. Why'd you stop?" What the hell was she doing? Even worse, she was reluctant to stop. "I'm giving you the incentive you need, Luther. Pass the test tomorrow and I'll finish you off." "Gawd damn it, you fucking cock tease." "Watch your language, mister. That's your incentive, take it or leave it." "I'll take it. You'll show me dem titties?" "Yes," said Paige. "You'll swallow my cum or let me shoot some on yo titties?" God no! Yech! Disgusting. "Yes, I will swallow or let you cum on my breasts." "See you tomorrow then, bitch. I got some studying to do." "That's Miss Anderson," she shouted after him. Paige was horrified by her behaviour. Good lord, if he passed he was going to expect a blow job from her. What on earth was she doing? What was happening to her? Her vagina was soaked and throbbing lke it was screaming out for some cock. She gathered her things and left her room almost bumping into the school's old black janitor, Abe. She ran her eyes down to his crotch, wondering if his cock was as impressive as Luther's. Paige left, thanking god, the janitor had not arrived a few minutes earlier. ************* Luther's cock was eye level with her as she bent over her desk grading the paper. "Wrong, wrong, correct, corect. Not bad. Hmmm, looks like you got a 70." "I passed." "Yeah, but not good enough. You'll need to do better, I'm afraid." "I'm afraid not," he said unbuttoning his pants. "The deal was for you to suck me off if I passed, well I passed." Luther pulled out his growing cock. "Now suck it." Paige swiveled her chair around and took the head right in her mouth. No! She twirled her tongue around the head making sure it was good and wet. Paige bobbed her head over the tip, swallowing more and more with each thrust. No! Paige Anderson you stop sucking that black boy's cock this instant. No! But he ordered you to and it's good. Yes! Suck it. She'd made a deal and Luther passed. This was Luther's incentive. He deserved his reward. She deserved his reward. All the hard work tutoring the boy had paid off. He was letting her suck his big black cock. How would she ever thank him? He even tasted better then George. She would thank him by swallowing his cum or letting him cum on her titties. Luther pulled his cock out of her throat. He grinned as her mouth followed his cock reluctant to let it go. "You're into this, ain't ya? Well ho, you promised to show me dem titties." "Yes, of course," said Paige unbuttoning her blouse as her eyes followed his bobbing cock head. "And it's Miss Anderson." "Fine. You a good cocksucker Miss Anderson. Damn! Dem titties is nice. Next time I'm gonna fuck my cock between those big melons." His teacher nodded agreeing to let him titty fuck her as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. She looked forward to his huge cock thrusting between her titties.The bra came off and Luther stared greedily at her big CC cups capped by fat, protruding pink nipples. "Damn, I always wanted to see some white bitch's pink nips." Luther decided then and there to stay in school. "May I go back to sucking your black cock?" "Yes, you may Miss Anderson." "Thank you." Paige quickly grabbed his cock before he could take it away again and pulled it towards her mouth. Luther inched around and sat on her desk as she swiveled her chair around facing his lap. It was a good position for sucking as well as licking his shaft and balls. Paige had never put this much effort into sucking George off, but with Luther she was actually enjoying sucking his cock. Paige bobbed her head for awhile, not sure the pace she should use to tackle such a big cock. Luther, thoughfully, wrapped his black hands in her long blonde hair and guided her head up and down his shaft, instructing her. He liked it fast and Paige complied. She pushed hard into the chair as his cock started swelling. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She wanted to taste him. Paige resisted his hair pulling and held still with just the head in her mouth while rapidly jerking off the shaft with one hand. "Here it cums," growled Luther through strained teeth. "Aagh, oh fuck yeah." Paige pressed her pussy hard against the edge of the chair and came just as Luther did. The initial blast of his seed combined with her own orgasm almost caught her off guard, but she remembered her promise and swallowed semen for the first time. Then she swallowed another wad. She pursed her lips for the third wad, but Luther pushed her head back off his cock. He pushed down on his shaft and shot a long strand of cum across her right tit. "Yeah, that's what I'm saying," said Luther. Paige quickly caught his cock back in her mouth when he released her head and sucked out the last drops of sperm. "Yummy," she purred, knowing it sounded dumb, but Luther seemed to like it. "Sit back," said the black youth. "Rub my cum into your nipples." Paige obeyed, leaning back and using her index finger to rub her sperm into her nipples. "Gawd damn, you're hot, bitc...Miss Anderson. If I get a C next week can I fuck your ass?" Jesus no, you'll rip me in two. "Yes," she said. "You can shove that big black cock up my ass all you want if you get a C." Or now if you want. All you have to do is ask. What the hell was she doing? "Fuck yeah...Oh shit!" Luther sat up fumbling with his pants. The black janitor was standing in the classroom door. "Run along now, boy." Abraham Jefferson was the school custodian. He was a skinny black man in his sixties. Abe was dark brown, had a bald head with grey hair around the sides and back. and a grey mustache. "What are you doing here, Mr Jefferson?" asked Paige continuing to rub Luther's cum around her nipple. "Well I came here to empty the trash and I'll be leaving here a very satisfied man." Paige quit circling her nipples, satisfied they were adequately coated with cum. "What do you mean, Mr Jefferson?" "I mean, Miss Anderson, that I'm going to fuck that white pussy of yours. I ain't had me a woman since my wife died three years ago and never a white woman." Paige had a strong desire to see what the old man's cock looked like. "What makes you think I'm going to let you fuck me?" "The fact that you're sitting there topless with your legs spread as well as this." Abe held up a camera. "I took me some pictures. If you value your job here, you'll do what ole Abe Jefferson tells ya." "I see. It would seem I'm completely at your mercy." Abe smiled. He had no idea, Miss Anderson was such a slut. She clearly wasn't too bothered with the idea of being blackmailed into sex with him. Lucky for him, because the old disposable camera in his hand didn't have any film in it. "Lets see some pussy then. Strip!" Paige stood and began unbuttoning her slacks. She had no idea she was capable of such behavior, stripping before a skinny black man almost old enough to be her grandfather. I hope he likes my body, she thought as she stepped out of her pants. Abe was undressing as he ogled her. "You need to wear sexier underwear," said the janitor. Paige was standing in only her panties which were rather plain and boring. Abe was right, first chance she got, she'd have to purchase some sexy lingerie. That would make her black coc...George happy. Abe was thin and his chest was covered with gray hair. He was fumbling with his belt unable to take his eyes off the teacher. Paige slid her panties down her legs. As she stood back up, she ran her fingers through her pubic hair. Her crotch felt warm over the hidden tattoo. Indeed, her entire pussy felt hot, like a fire only massive doses of black man's sperm could put out. "What now?" Paige saw her second black cock and felt a thrill go through her. Judging by his erection, he was pleased with her body. "Suck on this ole cock for awhile to get me ready for ya." Paige kneeled before the old black man and grabbed the base of his cock. Lengthwise, it was most impressive. Longer then Luther's by more then an inch, Abe's cock probably pushed ten inches. Like the old janitor's torso, his cock was a little on the skinny side, probably not much thicker then George's, but it was beautiful and it tasted oh so good. Paige deepthroated it quickly, struggling with the new inches. "Lordy lordy, even my wife never sucked mah dick. I'd like to enjoy this, but your pussy's calling to me. Get up on your desk." Paige stood back up after giving his cockhead a quick kiss. She stepped backwards and lifted her ass up on her desk. Abe, cock in hand, quickly stepped between her spread legs. He wanted to get it in quick, still a bit overwhelmed by his luck. He wanted it buried in her pussy before he woke up from this dream. Paige stared down at the old man's black cockhead sliding up and down her wet slit. Words popped into her head, swirling around until they formed a sentence she never thought she'd utter. "Come on and fuck me with that big black cock. I want that big dick inside me." "Damn girl, you really is a slut and here I always thought you was a sweet young thang. Well here's what you want ho." Abe pushed it in and the white pussy seemed to suck his cock right in. Try as he might, he couldn't ever remember his wife being this wet for him. If she had, it would have been over forty years ago. Paige stared down at the old black man's cock pushing into her pussy. It was no thicker then George's, but for some reason it was better, a lot better. She came as soon as the cock pushed into virgin territory. The orgasm was incredible, better then the one she'd had sucking Luther's dick. Paige came again at eight inches deep. At nine, she was squeezing her cum crusted nipples with her fingers as she came again. Abe buried the snake and held all ten inches there for her to get used to it. He needn't have bothered, she was already used to it, addicted to it even. "Lord have mercy, that pussy is so good and tight." He'd assumed he'd never get any pussy again after his wife died. Abe's cock twitched and he knew he wouldn't hold out to long. He couldn't hold back though, he started bucking his hips into her wet pussy. Paige raised her hips into his thrusts grunting and groaning. He swore she was cumming every other thrust. Either this girl was a skilled faker or she really was a cock crazy nympho. He stabbed his cock forward and held it buried as he sprayed three years worth of cum into her womb. Paige arched her back screaming in orgasm as jet after jet of sperm hosed the burning fire in her pussy. For the first time in her life she felt truly satisifed. Her pussy was content and her belly felt full. She pictured Luther's cock in her mouth and looked at Abe's in her pussy. The only thing better then this would of been both cocks in her together. Abe had set the camera down by her on the desk. His age meant it was taking a long time for him to recover and catch his breath. His cock was rapidly deflating in her pussy as she reached out and picked up the camera. "Sorry 'bout that Miss Anderson," he said still gasping. "I'll last longer when I gets used to this pussy. I'll fuck you again tomorrow after class." Paige looked at the empty camera and winked at the old man. "Well Mr Jefferson, as long as you have this camera, I don't really have a choice do I?" ************** Paige picked up the phone. "Sorry, not tonight George. I'm not feeling to well." She looked at herself in the mirror. The sexy black demi bra pushed her big breasts up and left her nipples exposed. They were stil crusted with Luther's sperm. She hefted one tit up and licked the flakes off while George talked on the other end of the line. "Made up your mind yet, baby? Times runnin short." Paige released her tit and ran her fingers down her belly under her sheer black panties. Her underwear was one of a dozen pairs she had bought right after school to please her black men. Her hand pushed out the material and rifled through her blonde pubic hair. She could make out the outline of the tattoo pointing South towards her pussy. South was calling her. South it was. "George, I want to go back to Key West." "A Key West honeymoon it is then," said her fiance. 'Home,' she thought, rubbing past the tattoo until her finger slipped inside her cum soaked pussy. --WebTV-Mail-17401-216--index