If that happened to my sister, my mom would have cracked that fucker's head wide open. Only a white woman could be so fucking dumb.
"I begged her not to hate me and told her I was so sorry, but she said I was 18 now. She didn't have to take care of me anymore. She took my car keys and cut up my credit cards, and screamed at me to get out. I begged her to let me stay. I still had another year and a half of school, and if I had to get a job, I'd probably have to drop out."
"Damn, Amy," Rashawne said. "Then what did she say?"
"She said what's the point of me graduating anyway? She'd always known, ever since I flunked out of the eighth grade, that I'd never amount to anything."
"She didn't."
"Oh yes she did. That's when I stopped being sorry and started getting pissed. I told her it
was
her fucking fault that I flunked eighth grade. If she'd being paying attention, she'd have figured out I was dyslexic before my English teacher did. I said Mrs. Foster cared more about me than my own shitty mother."
"Whoa," Rashawne said. "You fucking go, girl."
"Yeah. Whatever. Anyway. I packed up a suitcase and walked over to Alyson's house. She lives just up the road. After that I managed to stay in school by sleeping on friend's couches for a couple of months, and getting the job at the Winn Dixie. That's about the time I broke up with Deandre. Fucker didn't do shit to help me. And he was annoyed that I didn't have my credit cards and my cool car anymore. Anyway, at the end of April my Dad and brother moved back to Jacksonville, so I moved in with them. I'm pretty sure they moved here for me, though they'd never admit it."
"So, it's been over four months since the blow-up. Your mom still mad at you?"
"I don't know. I don't care. She keeps calling me, but I don't ever answer, or listen to her stupid messages. Andy says that Phillip left her, but I don't give a shit. I'm done with the bitch."
"What about the baby?"
"What baby?"
"Oh," he said softly. "You got rid of it then?"
"Oh fuck no, Rashawne. You think I'd do that? I'd never do that. Ever. I made an appointment to go see a doctor, but then, boom, I got my period."
"What?"
"Yeah, I know. Maybe it was an early miscarriage. Or maybe I was never pregnant at all. I really couldn't afford a doctor anyway, so I didn't bother to go find out. But it worked out for the best, I guess."
"Wow. Why didn't you ever tell me about this stuff?"
"Well... I didn't want you to see me as a pathetic loser."
He swam over to her and kissed her hard on the lips, then held her tight, saying, "You're the least pathetic white girl I've ever met." She laughed. "I'm not kidding, Amy. You're as hard as nails."
She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock. "You're hard as nails too. Damn, don't you ever get soft?"
"Not if there's a fine set of tits anywhere in eyesight." He ran his palm over her floating breasts, feeling them bob around between his fingers.
She giggled. "They're not too small for you, are they? I hear you like them bigger, and older, and saggier."
Instead of answering, he looked her in the eye and said, "You said you loved me. Go on and admit it."
Amy turned red. "Rashawne."
What does he want from me?
But then he ducked down under the surface, slipped between her legs, and stood again, lifting her out of the water with her legs straddling his shoulders and his face in her belly. "Oh god, Rashawne."
He looked up at her with a cocky smirk on his handsome face. "Admit it, if not to me, then to yourself. You love me." Then he put both hands under her butt cheeks and lifted her up so he could slip his tongue deep between her pussy lips.
Amy moaned in helpless delight. She crossed her legs across his broad back, and held onto his head, afraid of losing her balance. But she could feel the primal strength in his arms as he held her aloft in the rain, and she knew that he had her, both literally and figuratively. She was his to do with as he pleased.
God help me, but I do love the motherfucker.
Rashawne slurped her clit gently at first, until he tasted the creamy juices welling out of her tight little cunt, then he began to slurp it with gusto. She moaned and quivered, but she didn't try to get away. She was his, to do with as he pleased.
Yeah. She fucking loves me.
The rain was falling heavier now, and thunder echoed down the river. Afraid there might be lightning, Rashawne began to walk toward the shore. He never stopped licking Amy's pussy, though, but relied on his memory to navigate his way up the sandy bank to the beach and over to the cabana. By the time he got there, Amy was curled over the top of his head, writhing with an orgasm. Little squirts of pussy juice were flooding his tongue, and he slurped them up greedily, drinking her pleasure.
He ducked her under the roof, then fell with her onto the pillow-covered couch and spread her wet legs wide, and began to thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy like a little cock. His tongue was long enough that he could work her G-spot while his nose flicked her clit. Then he slowly pressed a fingertip into the margin of her asshole, and worked it in an eighth of an inch at a time, and soon her screams were echoing along the river, accompanied by the fresh spatter of rainfall in the treetops, and the rumbling roll of thunder.
Amy reached for her gym bag, and quickly retrieved the condom. "Put this on, Rashawne."
He came up, and looked at the package. "Not sure it's big enough, but we'll give it a shot."
Amy giggled as she rolled the condom onto his raging, enormous cock. It was a very tight fit, and didn't go all the way to the base but she said, "Good enough," and flipped over onto her knees on the edge of the couch. Rashawne instantly stepped into place behind her and slammed his cock into her dripping wet vagina.
Amy let out a guttural moan as she felt his meat sliding home. "Oh, holy fucking Christ!!!"
Rashawne grabbed her narrow waist and began to piston himself in and out with growing, desperate need.
Oh fuck. This fucking white bitch is so fucking tight. No wonder everyone likes white pussy. The hell with stepping off for Deandre and brotherhood. I should have been pumping this tight ass pussy since 2008!
After ten minutes of doggy-style, Rashawne withdrew and flipped her over onto her back, opening her legs for him as she lifted her knees to her shoulders. Rashawne moved between them and was about to press his cock back into her pussy, when he saw that the undersized condom had worked itself off and fallen to the floor. Amy moaned impatiently as he tried to pick it up and see if he could work it back onto his cock.
"Oh god, Rashawne. Don't stop! Don't fucking stop!"
"The fucking condom," he mumbled. Then it ripped open as he tried to pull it back on. "Shit!"
"The hell with the condom," Amy growled. "Fuck me."
Even though they'd talked about Amy's pregnancy scare only a few minutes ago, Rashawne was just as close to the edge as Amy, and just as reckless. Testosterone overruled common sense, and they both gasped as he thrust his naked cock into her pussy, sinking it in until the tip slammed into the very back of her vagina. He grunted powerfully as he made her moan.
That's it, baby. Moan for me. Scream for me. I'm about to mark you for life.
She wrapped her legs around his lower back and locked her ankles together and moaned just as he had silently commanded her to do. "UHH. AHHH. OHHHH. YESSSS. FUCK ME. OH GOD FUCK ME."
He fucked her with every muscle in his body, pounding her relentlessly as she moaned and screamed and creamed. Then Rashawne felt his second cum of the day begin to well up from deep inside his balls. Some primal, caveman urge inside his lizard-brain reveled at the thought of impregnating her, even though it was the last thing on earth either of them needed right now. He grunted and violently began to release one burst after another, filling her pussy with his seed until he gasped and collapsed completely spent on top of her.
After a minute, he caught his breath enough that he was able sit up next to her on the couch, watching as she opened her legs and let his semen slowly seep out of her pussy. One last rumble of thunder shook the sky, and the rain began to abate.
Amy adjusted her position and lay back across his thighs and stretched her hand to the floor and into her bag. She fumbled around until she was able to fish her lighter and a pack of Newports from the bottom. As soon as she'd lit the cigarette, and was blowing a stream of smoke up to the rafters of the cabana, she said very slowly, "I think you fucking killed me. I'm dead. I have to be fucking dead and in heaven. No other fucking way I could feel this good."
He deeply grunted in agreement.
The clouds parted, as they always did after an afternoon shower this time of year, and a brilliant beam of sparkling sunlight streamed into the cabana, catching the beads of water and sweat on their bodies, making them glitter and gleam for a few magical moments, as if they were studded with diamonds.
CHAPTER 24
Andy didn't know what to say. Just a moment ago, when he'd looked into the bathroom wondering what those wet slapping noises were, he was shocked to see the old man standing naked in the clawfoot tub, washing Amy's naked body.
Washing his own daughter's naked body!!
But then she'd turned to him and he realized it wasn't Amy after all, but Amy's friend Dana Lee Pruitt. They were both blonde, and they both had muscular, deeply tanned blondes, so it was an honest mistake. And it was a relief to know that he wasn't witnessing another act of incest. But it was still an incredible surprise. He'd never expected to see Dana Lee naked, much less see her naked body pressed against Dad's raging hard-on like this.
