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“Come with me.” I led her to our bedroom. “Look, what do you see?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Nothing? What am I looking for?”

I pointed to the headboard. The scratches from my fingernails were everywhere. One time Jackson was going to re-stain it, but I insisted that we keep it just as it was. “Jackson, every time I look at it, I’ll think of what you do to my goodies.”

For the next three nights, Jackson and I did the same thing. We were having fun with Roberta Lee. Of course, we were having fun to; we were fucking, and he was eating. After she left, I’d have to plan on an all night cocksucking. I mean if I had Jackson’s cock in my mouth, I couldn’t very well moan and scream in orgasmic bliss so Roberta Lee could hear me.

Two days later, I thought Roberta Lee was going to pack up and go home when she said, “Cindy Lou can we talk?”

“Ummm, Cindy Lou, I can hear you and that boy. Does that happen every night?”

"Oh yeah.” “ You mean he can you know every night?”

“Roberta Lee, do you mean can he get hard every night? Anytime, I want it, and you know me, I want it all the time. Of course, I do other stuff when I’m having my period.” I was still having fun with her. I suspected that she knew what I meant by “other stuff.”

“I can’t believe it. Do you know what they’d do to that boy back home, and you?”

“That’s why I’ll never go back. I’m a California girl, now.”

“Ummmm,” she blushed, “do you think your colored boy has a friend?”

I laughed. “He doesn’t have any colored boy friends, but he has men friends who are black and have what he has.” I held my hands a foot apart, thinking Andrew Hoffman. Now, I wasn’t exaggerating.

“Does it hurt? My goodies are so small.”

“Once you get used to it, you think you’re in biscuits and gravy heaven. If you want, I’ll talk to Jackson.”

“One more thing, Cindy Lou, if I go through with this, it won’t get back to Gulfport, will it? I’d be so mortified. I’d have to move.”

“You could always move out here. Roberta Lee, here in California, no one cares who’s fucking who.”

I don’t think she ever heard me say fuck before. Back in Mississippi, we called it the dirty deed. I was way beyond that.

I talked with Jackson, and we agreed that Professor Andrew Hoffman was the right one for Roberta Lee’s first time.

When I told her, she cringed. “He’s fifty-eight. My grandfather is sixty-two. Cindy Lou, I couldn’t.”

“And Roberta Lee, he’s got what you’re looking for.” Like earlier, I held my hands almost a foot apart.

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope, and I know this on a very personal level.”

“I-I-I, how many colored boys have you done? Don’t answer that.”

I just smiled thinking of that wonderful weekend in La Jolla with Mitchell, and Andrew’s horse-like cock in my goodies and my mouth.

“Cindy Lou, let me think about it.”

“Sure, when did you plan to fly back to Gulfport?”

“Next week, Tuesday?”

“That gives you some time. Just let me know and Jackson and I will arrange a date for you.”

When Jackson told Andrew Hoffman what he had in mind, he was ecstatic, “and you say she’s a blonde?”

“Yep, and according to Cindy Lou, not yet twenty.”

“Oh my, and a black cock virgin?’

“Not in her pussy or her mouth.”

When I told Roberta Lee about her date, I gave her a pretty graphic detail of what to expect from Andrew Hoffman. “My poor goodies. I’ll be so sore.”

“And you’ll feel like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Oh yeah, when you’re with Andrew forget about your goodies, Think about your cunt.”

Roberta Lee’s eyes got big, “I think I’m going to throw up.”

I laughed, “the only way you’re going to throw up is if you choke on something long, fat and black.”

It was a Friday night when Roberta Lee rang Andrew’s doorbell on Jefferson.

I’ll let Roberta Lee tell you what happened; she promised not to leave anything out.

As you might imagine, I was frightened. Since I was a little girl, I’d be taught to be frighted of colored boys.

On the other hand, I was curious and over the past week, I’d heard Cindy Lou. I’ll bet there were lots of white Mississippi girls who wondered about what they were like.

I was almost twenty-years-old and since I’d turned eighteen, as Cindy Lou told you, I’ve been doing the dirty deed with Bobby Joe Bonner, but I’d never made noises like I heard coming from Cindy Lou’s bedroom.

I don’t have many secrets from Cindy Lou, but what she won’t know won’t hurt her. When I went off to the University of Mississippi, I promised Bobby Joe I’d be true. I wasn’t.

There were so many good looking boys there. I just had to try one or two to see the difference. Well, the truth is, there were more than one or two. They made my heart pitter-patter, but none of them made me make the sounds that Cindy Lou made when she was in bed with that colored boy.

I’m full of myself, so when those boys told me I was the most beautiful girl they’d ever seen and asked for my goodies, I gave it to them. Of course, I’d shown off as much as I could at the beach or the pool. I’d seen them stare; even men, not boys.

The one thing I insisted on even with Bobby Joe, was that we did the dirty deed in the dark. Why, you might ask?

I have a great body, but you already knew that. What I didn’t like was the way my goodies looked. It started when I found a girlie magazine under my brother’s mattress. He must have got it from a sailor. It was from Sweden, and those girls showed off everything. They were all blondes like me, but unlike me they had whisps of fine blonde hair down there.

Mine was more like Cindy Lou’s, which I saw in the shower room at school. As you know she was a big girl with a massive bush of thick light brown hair between her legs. Mine was like that, only thicker; like wool, and blonde. Not like those Swedish girls. I was ashamed of how it looked. That’s why I insisted on doing the dirty deed in the dark.

I was shaking when I rang Professor Hoffman’s doorbell. Cindy Lou told me that he was old, but I didn’t think he’d be this old. I knew he was colored, but now coming face to face with him, I almost wet my panties. He was wearing a robe and it looked like, just a robe.

Andrew reached for my hand, “come on in, you must be Roberta Lee.”

I came inside but didn’t take his hand. I’d never touched a colored boy’s hand. I knew what was coming. Still, I wasn’t ready. In the back of my head, I’d never be ready.

“Jackson Alexander told me that you were curious about black meat,” he laughed. “I’ll gladly give it to you, but I want to see what I’m getting, too. Undress for me. I’m sure it’ll excite me.”

I knew why I was here, but I still can’t explain why I did it.

I took off my blouse. “More, little girl, let me see more.”

Andrew was sitting on his couch, watching me. I was standing in front of him. I took off my bra but covered my titties with my arms. “Oh, come now, Roberta Lee, I’m sure I’m not the first man to see them.”

That was true, but he was the first colored boy. I dropped my arms.

Professor Hoffman gasped. “Damn, girlie, those are the finest titties I’ve ever seen.”

I blushed. I’d heard that before, but I still liked it.

“Come over here; sit on my lap.”

The next thing I knew, it was like I was mesmerized, I was on his lap, and his hands were all over them. “Girlie, they not only look beautiful, they’re so firm and soft.” He kissed them all over.

I was surprised by how much I liked it, and how different it was from when Bobby Joe or any of those college boys sucked them.

Then he slipped his hand under my skirt, I didn’t stop him. Remember, it was the mid-60’s, like a good Mississippi girl I still wore my skirts below my knees.

Andrew didn’t stop at my knees. He didn’t stop until his hand was on my goodies.

“I’m looking forward to having your little white girl cunt. Why don’t you take off your skirt and panties for me.”

Some of those college boys I did the dirty deed with said. “Roberta Lee, you have the juiciest pussy.”

I could live with that, but I shivered when he said cunt, even though Cindy Lou had prepared me.

Still, I stood up and took off my skirt. The I hesitated. Like I said, I’d always done it in the dark. “You know, I want to see the rest.”

I lowered my panties slowly until I could step out of them. I was standing in front of this fifty-eight-year-old colored boy naked. He could see my wooly goodies. I stood there for a moment almost like a model, but I was blushing. I don’t know why but I didn’t cover my blonde bush with my hands.

If he was a white boy, I might have been pleased with the way he was looking at naked me. Ogling, staring, gawking, salivating.

Then, Professor Hoffman surprised me. I was shocked at how quickly that old man moved from the couch to his knees right in front of me. He grabbed my bottom with both hands and pulled me toward him.

Like I said, I’d never let a colored person touch me, and now, Andrew had his face in my blonde wool. “Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm,” he mumbled. “You know Cindy Lou’s is the only white cunt I’ve seen, now yours. Oh Roberta Lee, your smell is intoxicating.”

I was surprised. I’d overheard boys talk about how gross goodies smell. For a few minutes he just rubbed his face in it. “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll continue.”

He guided me to the couch where he’d been sitting. As soon as I sat, he opened my legs; opened them wide. “Roberta Lee, you have the most beautiful cunt.”

No boy had ever seen it, although I’m sure some had a brief look at it while we were doing the dirty deed in the dark. And definitely no colored boy had.

The only way I’d done the dirty deed was on my back. Some boys tried to talk me into blowjobs; NEVER. None had even suggested licking my goodies, and then just like that, Andrew was. A colored boy was; I was mortified.

And then the most wondrous thing happened, It felt good; it felt grand. Then it felt like the most wonderful thing in the whole world. Andrew had found my special spot. All the times I’d been with Bobby Joe Bonner, he never found it; neither did those college boys. “Oooooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooooh,” I sighed. I started moving my ass, kind of like when a boy was inside my goodies. I was stunned by what had happened in less than the half hour I’d been here.

“Roberta Lee, I’ve never tasted a sweeter cunt. I could eat it all night.” I no longer shivered when he used the word cunt.

“Andrew. I’ve never felt like this. I-I-I like it.” I couldn’t believe it, I was holding his head against my goodies, and like I said my ass was moving. “Oooooooh, oooooooooh, ooooooooh.” If he wanted to lick it all night, I wasn’t going to stop him.

He kept going and going. Was he really going to lick it all night? That was not a complaint. His tongue; his colored boy tongue, felt so, so good. My goodies had never felt like this.

Then he stopped. I didn’t like that at all. “I’ll bet you’d just love to see what eating your lovely white girl cunt does to me.”

For a girl who’d lost her virginity almost two years ago and lost count of the times she’d done the dirty deed, I didn’t know what Andrew meant.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head when he stood up and took off his robe.

Once I let Bobby Joe feel my titties, I’d unzip his pants and give him a hand job. Even though it was in the dark, I saw his cock and of course, felt it in my hand. It was nothing like what I was looking at. Not looking; staring. It was pointing at the ceiling and it was oh my God, big.

Back in Gulfport once a month or so, farmers would come into town to sell their produce to the Navy. Their horses and wagons would come right down 25th Avenue and as a girl, I’d laugh when those horses peed right on the street. I’m positive those horses weren’t as big as what Andrew Hoffman showed me.

Just as I stood in front of him almost like a model, that’s how he was standing. Like a Greek God, except black and his cock was excited.

I realized it was excited because he’d been licking my goodies. “You’ve never seen one like this, have you Roberta Lee?”

I didn’t know if he meant a black one or a big one. “Ummm, Andrew, it’s-it’s-it’s, so, so, . . .”

“Why don’t you get on your knees and take a good look at it?”

I was mesmerized. I was still staring. My brain wasn’t working. You know I’d never been on my knees for a boy before. On my back, plenty of times.

Moments later, I was on my knees, holding that incredible black horse-like cock in my hand. It was nothing like Bobby Joe’s when I gave him a hand job. I’d given him one a few days before I left for San Diego. I was having my period. He couldn’t have my goodies, but I wanted him to remember me.

Now, all I could think about was this monster cock staring me in the face. I started to stroke it, like I did Bobby Joe when I jerked him off. It was nothing like doing Bobby Joe. I could barely get my hand around it. Just like when Andrew did my titties, there was the contrast.

My white girl hand; his big black cock.

I was at a loss for words; and when words did cross my brain: words like magnificent, majestic, awesome, regal, were what I thought. I’d learned since I was little that colored people were inferior: this what a far superior piece of manhood than Bobby Joe or any of those college boys at the University of Mississippi had.

I couldn’t resist. Andrew didn’t ask me, too, and I’d never done anything like it before, I kissed his cockhead. I always wore a bright red lipstick. Speaking of contrast. I thought it looked great against my pale white skin and blonde hair. When I stretched my lips, I could see them against the black skin of his cock. Red against black was beautiful.

“Oh, I know what the little girl wants. Cindy Lou was the same way.” He put his hands on the back of my head. “Kiss it just like that; if you’re brave enough, you can use your tongue.”

I took that as a challenge.

I kissed that long, fat cock all over; even his ball sack. Andrew laughed, “you’re no virgin, I know that. Use your mouth like you use your cunt.”

I was a virgin. I mean my mouth was a virgin. Never, and as I told Cindy Lou and my other girlfriends back in Mississippi, not even my husband when I was married. Well, look at Roberta Lee Hamlin now.

I didn’t think it would fit. The question wasn’t, did I want to; the question was did it fit. By this time, I wanted to.

To my surprise, it did. Fit that is. Just his cockhead at first, but then an inch and another inch.

“Oh, does the little white girl like the big black meat?”

I nodded. Not only did I like I; I didn’t want to take it out of my mouth, and more than that. I wanted it all in my mouth.

Remember, I told Cindy Lou I might throw up, and she said only if you choke on something long, fat and black?

Well, I did have something long, fat and black in my mouth, but I wasn’t choking on it and I didn’t choke on it as I took another inch and then another.

“Oh,” Andrew laughed, “the little white girl loves big black cock, doesn’t she?”

I nodded ‘no.’ With a mouthful I couldn’t say it, but I was thinking it, “Roberta Lee doesn’t love black cocks, she loves Professor Andrew Hoffman’s big black cock. I tried to stretch my lips down another inch. I could feel my goodies dripping down my thighs.

“You’re a good little girl, Roberta Lee, but right now my big black cock wants to get to know your beautiful, juicy cunt.”

I didn’t want to take his cock out of my mouth. Nothing had ever felt so good. Not doing the dirty deed with Bobby Joe or any of those Mississippi college boys was as good as the feeling of Andrew’s cock deep in my mouth. Besides, I was certain it would hurt my little goodies.

To my horror, Andrew pulled away. “Your pretty mouth is like a cunt, but my cock is ready for the real thing. Come with me.”

He dragged me to his bedroom. Not, really dragged. I was anxious. Anxious to get Andrew’s big black cock back in my mouth.

Yes, you’d be right to think I’d come a long way in the past hour.

That’s right, only an hour, and this old colored boy had seen me naked; I’d seen him naked; he’d licked my goodies and I’d sucked his big black cock.

Now I was on my back with my legs spread. “Let me get that beautiful blonde, white girl cunt ready for my cock.” Andrew’s tongue started; started on my special spot. “Roberta Lee, I think sucking my cock made your cunt even juicier.”

He started and didn’t stop.

I could only moan, “ooooooooh, oooooooooh, oh Andrew, my goodies loves your tongue.”

He mumbled, “your mouth loved my cock, too, right?”

I was so red; almost as red as my lipstick. He was right. There was nothing like the feeling of his cock deep in my mouth.

“Rollover Roberta Lee, it’s time for my cock to give it to your little white girl cunt.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant. Whenever I’d done the dirty deed, I was on my back.

I rolled over. “Now get that pretty ass up in the air.” He was behind me, and with my ass in the air, he could see right into my goodies. I know he’d been licking it, but it felt strange.

The next thing I knew, I could feel his cock probing. Boys had been there before, but they felt nothing like this. I was being opened; opened wide. Then wider. My eyes were bugging out of my head, and the strangest thing; as my goodies opened so did my mouth.

It wasn’t painful; I could just feel my goodies open wider and wider; like a big hole getting bigger and bigger.

And just like my mouth had taken inch by inch, so did my goodies. I’d never . . . and once Andrew was all the way in, it was like nothing before. I couldn’t help but buck, shake and squeal.

Speaking of squealing. Back in Mississippi, I visited my cousin who lived on a farm. We watched two pigs mating. That boar was giving it to that sow good. She was squealing.

That’s how I was squealing. It was involuntary and I was loud and got louder each time Andrew thrusted. He thrusted faster and faster. I squealed louder and bucked wildly. It would be an understatement to say I’d never been fucked like this before.

It wasn’t because he’d mounted me from behind. It had everything to do with Professor Hoffman’s massive cock slamming in and out of my goodies. In and out; in and out.

And I squealed.

“You know this is the way dogs fuck, don’t you, Roberta Lee?” He leaned over and whispered in my ear while pushing in as deep as possible.

I nodded and moaned again.

“And female dogs are called bitches, right.” He slammed into my goodies again.

I nodded and moaned.

“You’re my bitch, Roberta Lee, aren’t you?”

I didn’t say anything. In Gulfport, calling a girl a bitch was the worst insult. I mean using the word cunt was unheard of in polite company and even unpolite company.

Andrew slid his cock out, just his cockhead was at my opening. I wanted it inside me; deep inside me. I moved my ass trying to get it back in there.

“You’re my bitch, right Roberta Lee?”

“Yes, oh yes, Andrew give it to me. Give me your cock, my goodies need it.”

“Say it, say it, Roberta Lee.”

Andrew, I’m your bitch.” And just like that, his massive cock filled my goodies.

“That’s my good girl. And your cunt is mine.” He fucked me harder.

“Yes, it’s yours, Andrew, oh, it’s all yours. Keep fucking me.”

Then to my horror, he took it out again. “That’s not enough, Roberta Lee, you’re my cocksucking bitch. Say it, say “Professor Hoffman, I want to be your cocksucking bitch.”

I couldn’t; I just couldn’t.

Andrew completely dismounted. “You should leave, go back to Mississippi where you belong.” He was standing next to the bed.

He’d dismissed me. A colored boy had dismissed me. Dismissed me after I’d sucked his cock, I’d allowed him to lick my goodies and fuck me and that was not enough.

There was no way I could leave just like that. No way I wanted to leave, what did I call his cock: magnificent, majestic, awesome, regal.

I got off the bed, and onto my knees. “Yes, Andrew, I’m your cocksucking bitch.”

Then for the next hour, I sucked; I sucked it good, if I do say so myself. “You’re a natural, Roberta Lee.” He stood there with his hands on his hips while I sucked.

At that very moment I could feel his massive balls against my chin. Without realizing it, I’d taken that monster black cock down my throat.

Remember, I’d never, ever; not even thought of what I was now happily doing. I was Professor Andrew Hoffman’s cocksucking bitch. I didn’t know about the good at it part, but as I said, those huge black balls were swinging back and forth on my chinny, chin, chin, which means I was sucking all seven inches of Andrew’s black cock down my throat.

Naturally, I’d never tasted man cream. Bobby Joe had shot his all over me: my hand, my arm, my blouse, but taste? I was sure I wouldn’t like it. None of my girlfriends, including Cindy Lou, mentioned the taste. Not that they ever would or even admitted that they had.

If the feeling of Andrews majestic black cock in my mouth was the greatest thing ever, except for when he was inside my goodies or licking it, the feeling and the taste of his explosion had me gushing down my thighs.

“Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmm.” I had the same reaction as when Andrew licked my special spot.

I wanted that same feeling again and again, and I’m embarrassed to tell you, I didn’t want to stop. Of course, he wasn’t an idiot.

I stayed in San Diego for an extra week. I want to make sure you get the whole, accurate picture. I spent that extra week mostly on my knees.

Andrew rewarded me. “Roberta Lee, you have the prettiest cunt. My tongue enjoys licking it.”

“And Andrew, fucking it?”

“Naturally, but it seems you like using your lips like a cunt.”

I did.

Andrew took me across the border into Mexico, insisting I get a tattoo. In Tijuana you could get anything. I was shocked when he told me what he wanted.

Back then, the only people I’d seen with tattoos were sailors. Rumor was that they’d gotten drunk and their shipmates carried them to a tattoo artist, where unconscious they were branded.

That’s what I thought Andrew was doing; branding me.

I was so embarrassed when the tattoo artist, was a man and Andrew told him where he wanted me tattooed.

“Roberta Lee, take off your skirt and panties.”

“Andrew?”

“I’ll make it worth your while when we get back to San Diego.”

I knew what he meant. My mouth was already salivating.

The Mexican tattoo man smiled as he looked at my golden goodies. Leering, maybe not smiling.

It took a while but right above my blonde, wooly bush he’d tattooed the initials CSA. I was appalled. I was in tears. I knew that those initials stood for Cock Sucker for Andrew.

“Andrew, please.” Quickly, I thought, “can I have him add just one thing?”

“What do have in mind?”

“I was thinking a Confederate flag on one side would make it tolerable.”

“Better yet, one flag on each side.” He spoke to the Mexican in Spanish.

“He said it will take a while.”

I thought he just wanted to look at my goodies.

Andrew, as he promised made it worth my while. “Roberta Lee, your cunt is more delicious every time I eat it, and looking at your new look while I eat it brings a smile to face.”

“I’m glad you like it Andrew, but you know what I want.” I tapped the edge of my new tattoo. I’m a cocksucker for Andrew.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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