Bethany Gets Afro Sheened Ch 03

It was a pleasantly warm morning. Not wanting to risk having his van seen on school property on a Sunday, Foley trotted the two miles from his apartment to the maintenance entrance of the high school. After working up a sweat in his jogging pants and muscle shirt, he waited in the cool main entranceway for Bethany, his young white cheerleader slut. She didn't keep him waiting long.

After offering her parents a fake excuse about meeting friends for breakfast, Bethany walked the six blocks to school. Her heart pounded more rapidly the closer she came to the school. Making her way up to the main sidewalk at exactly nine o'clock in tight form-fitting jeans, a low cut red top that revealed her belly button, and sandals. Her glossy bright red lipstick matched her painted toes and elegantly polished fingernails. She looked stunning in the sunlight. Foley's cock twitched as he gazed upon the vision.

She beamed a wide smile at the door as he let her in and she greeted the troll with a passionate kiss and hug. Her heart almost burst in his embrace as she immersed herself in the warmth of her black lover.

She invited his tongue in her mouth and sucked on it voraciously as he plunged it down her throat. "Oh, lover, you're all hot and sweaty?" she'd remarked. He pulled away.

"Took a morning jog..." he said, locking the door.

She stood behind him and nuzzled the back of his neck, inhaling his scent. Reaching around his waist with her arm, she dug her long inch and a half talons into his crotch, feeling his fleshy cock through his pants. He turned to face her and drew in her fresh, clean body and hair. Her hand lightly held his face as she whispered, "Let me see it..."

Bethany could barely contain her urges and fell to her knees before him as he stood at the glass doorway where every school day hundreds of her classmates trotted in the building. Sniffing his crotch through his sweats; rubbing her face in the bulge; feeling him harden with her cheeks; were all too much for her.

She hooked her glossy fingernails under his waistband and yanked down his jogging sweats to reveal his naked love tool. Seeing it jut before her eyes astonished her just as much as the first time. Sensing a wave of his crotch's heat fluttering into her face seemed to calm her heart's eagerness. Had her parents really known what she was about to breakfast on, she'd never be allowed to leave the house again.

In barely a moment's hesitation, her tongue found his huge clammy balls and lapped their sweaty pungency with the fervor of a starving coyote. She was hooked on his distinct flavor. As she held his shaft up against his belly, she moaned, "Hmmmmmm," enjoying what she felt was an utterly natural act without reservation. If her girlfriends could see Bethany Moline now, she mused...the hottest looking cheerleader, honor student, reverend's daughter...on her knees and about to eagerly become the high school's black custodian's cum receptacle...they'd probably never speak to her again. Fuck'em, she thought.

Bethany engulfed one cum-infested testicle, then the other, sucking each noisily as if they were sweet juicy plums. She laid his semi-erect cock across her upturned face and continued working her mouth on his fruit-sack. His black cock sizzled as it laid across her face. Soon enough she was sucking it, rubbing his sex organs all over her freshly made-up face. It felt so feminine, so womanly, so incredibly sexy, to mark herself with his meaty genitalia that she wanted to suck him off right there as the morning sunrays sharply cut through the entranceway glass. But Foley had other intentions.

He kicked of his sweats from around his ankles and slowly backed away, stepping carefully to the hallway. Bethany, on her knees, crawled along without ever allowing her succulent prize to slip from her gluttonous lips. She looked at him hesitantly and he nodded his head and encouraged her to follow along with a smile and his index finger. They finally came to rest at Bethany's locker about half way down the hall. She had to slurp up her saliva several times during the awkward maneuver.

He pulled out and asked her to stand. "Open the locker." She did so without question and though she longed to have the hollow vacancy in her mouth refilled, she spun the combination lock quickly. "Take everything out and put it on d'floor." Bethany took out several books, binders, a utility bag, and a sweater and put then along side the locker wall.

"Good girl. Now take off yo' top and bra. I wanna see dem tits!" the janitor ordered.

With a wide smile, Bethany immediately pulled her red top over her head and unhooked her lacy bra, allowing it drop to the floor. Her immaculate breasts filled the janitor's gaze as he squeezed her untanned melons and pinched each nipple. They were undeniably beautiful—-firm and pert with large protruding nipples. Her fleshy orbs appeared even whiter framed in her tan lines. How unattainable they must have been to all those frustrated school boys who dreamed of sucking her 36Cs. Now they were his. She moaned in delight as his lips gnawed her delicate nips, pulling on them taut.

"Now step in da locker backwards, facin' me, and squat down," he commanded after he had his fill of tit. Her body shivered anew and vibrated with a sultry excitement at the thought what might come next.

Bethany eased herself in the cramped locker and crouched down comfortably. Anticipation mounted in her, still puzzled as to his intentions. He took his saliva-coated cock and aimed it at her face. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and he slid it down her throat unceremoniously. She gagged a bit at first but soon found the rhythm as he fucked the gorgeous white cheerleader's face. Her engorged red lips were stretched wide around his girth.

Being boxed in, trapped, helpless and vulnerable to Foley's advances gave her added thrills--especially when his cock drove deep and cut off her windpipe. He knew how to excite her. She began to finger her quaking pussy. "NO! Don't touch yo'self! Or yo' won't get any more a dis!" Foley sternly said, pulling his cock from her mouth. The empty feeling of having no cock in her throat once again alarmed her.

She lifted her arms over her head. "Please, I promise, I promise...just put that black cock back down my throat where it fucking belongs!" the distressed girl pleaded. Foley took both her wrists in his large left hand and held them securely. His cock poked at her and she swiftly gobbled it up. He rammed his rude black spike in, relentlessly thrashing her tonsils as her perfectly rounded breasts heaved and jiggled.

Loving how he used her mouth in such an aberrant manner, her pussy swelled and itched. She grew hot, wet, and agitated. Her face and chest perspired in the small space of her confinement. She was getting all ten inches of him as his swinging balls slapped her chin on every stroke.

She longed to lap his scrotum, to feel his cock in her cunt, to take it every way he could give; she was his totally and unconditionally. She was nothing but a playground for his pleasure. Her pussy dripped.

Foley continued his onslaught on the wanton girl, relishing in the fact that she was under his spell, willingly offering up her charms and services. He'd never before had a white girl in all his 30-some years and was quickly making up for lost time. He'd watched this sweet girl mature into a young woman as the years past since she first strolled through the school's doors and now, finally, he had the opportunity to move on her. She was legal, as were his advances even if they were otherwise immoral and inappropriate.

He could scarcely believe he had her all to himself in the empty high school, and, imprisoned in her own locker, no less. What an eager black cock cum-slut he had created.

Saliva drooled on to her breasts from her ravaged mouth and she could do little to stop it. He was having his way and she relished in being the object of his exploitation as he continued to drive his black monster in and out of her throat.

As he neared the inevitable, he freed her arms and backed up a step. Bracing himself against the wall with his arms, he instructed her to finish him with her hands. She dutifully grasped the magnificent black missile deployed before her smiling face and pumped his enormous shaft while employing the nails of her other, tickling his great balls.

"Give it to me, lover. Spit your hot cum all over my slut face," she encouraged without ever removing her eyes off his swelling mushroom.

"What day is it, cum slut?" he asked.

"Sunday, lover."

"And what do yo' do on Sunday?"

"Go to church," she replied still jacking him.

"And what do yo' do in church?"

"Worship God," she said.

"And who's yo' god now, slut?"

"I'm kneeling in front of my god right now." she said, running her tongue around her lips.

"Would yo' like god to anoint yo' with his love, pretty one?"

"Oh, yes, please anoint me now," she urgently said with conviction.

His response was deliberate and immediate. Foley began shooting off as she cheerfully aimed every steaming wet trajectory into her glowing face. Voluminous cum ropes sprang from his cock and splashed on her lips, eyes, nose, cheeks, and forehead. Some dripped off soiling her breasts.

"Bull's-eye! What a good boy!" she exclaimed, cupping his balls gingerly until his hard-on abated.

Releasing his spent member, Bethany cheerfully rubbed his liquid emission all over her face and chest. Her hands, fingers, and nails became slick with the potent juice. She strained to kiss the dangling cock head that had just liberally decorated her face and thanked Foley for another satisfying orgasm, having quietly creamed herself during the facial anointment. A religious experience, indeed!

He took her sweater from the floor and wiped off his cock and balls. She stepped out the locker and said, "I'm a mess..."

"White women never look better den when dey covered wit' a black man's jism," he declared.

Grabbing her purse, she headed to the girl's lav to wash up, knowing he was right. She wanted to wear his cum like a badge, like the school's sports letter. "Hey, I ain't done wit' yo'. Meet me in the cafeteria in five minutes...and pick up my sweats for me," he commanded. He tossed her books and things back in the locker and watched her ass swing as she walked away. Damn, he thought, she is truly a fine black-cock slut.

Topless in her jeans and donning Foley's seat pants around her shoulders like a boa, she looked clean and pure from her recent sperming. Bethany found her black lover sitting totally naked in the student cafeteria where she usually ate her lunch with her friends.

"Where yo' been, bitch, i been waitin' almost twenty minutes?"

"I had to freshen myself up and re-do my make-up. Your sweet black cock made my eyeliner run and smeared my eye shadow. And I had to reapply lipstick and re-comb my hair. How do I look?" the ever meticulous Bethany said.

"Like yo' need mo' black cock. Let's fire up your sugerlips, bitch," he suggested, taking his sweats from her shoulders and tossing them aside.

He had her lay atop the table and peeled off her form-fitting jeans. She was flawless in beauty, he thought to himself. He bent to kiss her flat tummy and tenderly removed her thong. He knelt, placed each of her legs over his shoulders and slowed moved his face to her crotch, inhaling her sweet essence. He hadn't had a young, fresh girl since he was in his early 20s.

He kissed then licked Bethany's trimmed pussy and dabbed his tongue between the labia, licking her salty flavor, probing her. Her juices began to run. Bethany had never been eaten before. He sucked and kissed and licked, working her clit, fucking her pussy with his tongue. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted, what she needed, and when she needed it. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his head, squeezed her thighs around him...."Oh, Foley, yeah, yeah, right there lover..."

When he popped up for air and stood back, she noticed he was fully hard again. "You're hard again so soon after," she asked.

"Damn right. I ain't no wimpy white boy. Yo' got the real thang here girl," he said with a face full of her cunny juice.

"Fuck me Foley, ram it in me..."

He drove into her, banging his balls against her, ramming his black pride in her tight pink pussy. She panted, nearing another orgasm. He bent to suck her nipple, then another, back and forth without missing a stroke.

Never had she been fucked like this. Not even close. And make no mistake, this was not lovemaking, this was pure fucking--raw, animal, get-your-rocks-off pussy banging. He was intense, unrelenting, and carnally inspired. She couldn't have possibly known the art of fucking at this level. He turned her over, vee-ed her legs with in ankle in each hand and rammed her from behind. Bethany was sweating profusely as was he. She came numerous times and wondered when he would.

After a few more minutes he dismounted and told her to sit at her usual lunch seat. Parking his ass along side her, he placed an arm around her. "Jerk me off, slut." Bethany complied by cupping his balls and working his cock shaft with her hands. Foley played with her tits. She raked her shiny red nails across his pussy-stained black shaft and he moaned, "Oooooo...aaahhhh."

He knew he was reaching the point of no return and rose to his feet. She continued pumping his slick fleshy tube, enamored by its size and color. She loved looking at it. He rested an arm on her shoulder. "Jerk it off on the table!" he directed.

His breath drew heavy and he closed his eyes. She pointed his cock at the tabletop and watched it fired six huge deposits of black man cream, forming an uneven puddle of cum before her. Her hands milked out every drop, shaking the last few drops on the table. It was an awesome sight. Bethany was fascinated by what his cock could do. The aroma of fresh sperm rose to her nostrils. Mmmmm, she thought, if he had only blown it in her mouth...oh, well.

Foley looked at her and replied, "Your Sunday brunch is getting cold; eat up, eat up, cock slut..."

Her eyebrows rose and she smiled--just what she had in mind! Using the bottom edge of a curled hand to gather the precious wads together, she formed a neat puddle and leaned over to slurp up the copious taste treat into her mouth. It was a challenge to get it all. She had to curl her hand around the remnants and draw it near the edge of the table where she kneeled and positioned her parted lips against the ledge so she could shove the rest of the slippery substance onto her waiting tongue.

She then licked the shiny spot of residue that remained on the surface. "Thanks, Foley, I love it when you let me eat you gooey spunk."

He knew now that she would always be thinking of him any time she was in school. For now, the girl's lav, the school entrance, the cafeteria the hallway, and especially her locker would each have a little mental memento to spark a memory of his black cock. Foley liked that.

His next challenge, he thought, was to get her in her father's church.