Chapter 04: Monday Daydreams
The long Monday school day was finally coming to a close. Last class inched along ever so slowly as eighteen-year-old Bethany impatiently checked the clock. Sitting near a window, she began to daydream, completely bored by Mr. Fitch's monotone math lecture. Reflecting on her previous day's activities with the school janitor, she closed her eyes imagining Foley's huge black cock sparkling invitingly before her. So caught up in her fantasy, she licked her lips and practically began rubbing her crotch when she caught herself, remembering where she was.
She turned her gaze back to the window and took in the view of the huge school lawn. Surprisingly, she became energized, spotting the object of her carnal desire--Foley on a riding mower laboring in the late afternoon sun.
She watched as he made a final pass and stepped off the mower for a break, wiping his perspiring brow with a bandana then gulping down some bottled water. He looked hot and sweaty--just the way she liked him. Bethany checked the clock--two minutes to last bell! She wanted that brazen black cock again and was determined to get it.
Foley rode the mower toward the maintenance garage behind the school. She was compelled to see him. When the bell rang out, the high schoolers hurried to the exits. Bethany strolled out with two girlfriends and quickly concocted an excuse to break away from them. After they were nearly off the school grounds, she feigned an excuse to return to the school saying she'd forgotten her math book in her locker. She said she'd catch up with them later but really had no intention of doing so. She rushed back into the school.
Hurrying through the nearly empty hallways on the ground floor, Bethany found the exit door to the small rear staff parking lot which led to the maintenance garage. Only a few cafeteria workers parked here and most had already left for the day. The overhead door was still up--what luck! She briskly walked over when she was sure no one would see her and found Foley hanging up some keys in a security locker.
"Hi, Foley," the bright young cheerleader breathlessly said. He turned around.
"Say, what'cho doin' 'round here?" his eyes quickly rolling from side to side to see if any one else was around. "Yo gonna git me in hot water, little girl." Soon his gaze deepened, taking in her skin-tight jeans and noticing how her taut pink button-down blouse emphasized the curves her full breasts.
"Don't worry, no one saw me come in here, Hon'. I saw you from my classroom window working and cutting the lawn and was wondering how you were doing in this hot unforgiving sun."
"I'm doin' just fine, no need worrin' 'bout me. Yo' lookin' to have us another get-together? A little afternoon dee-light?" he asked with a smirk as he pushed the control button to close the overhead door. The high windows assured privacy while filling the garage with sunlight.
"You know me so well," replied Bethany.
"Yer such a dirty slut, I bet yo' want me just as I am--hot'n'sticky in this sweaty garage, huh?"
Bethany's mouth was watering. She began to unbutton her blouse. "Tell me what you want me to do."
"Awright," said Foley, "I guess I gots a little time fo' yo' before I punch out at four." Helping her off with her blouse, he tossed it atop a nail sticking from a wood stud. He retrieved a blanket from a shelf and laid it on an open space on the cement floor. "Why don't yo' get on yo' knees right here, and we'll get down an' dirty, slut."
Bethany walked to the blanket and knelt down. "Now lean yo' sweet self backward and hold yo'self up with yo' hands behind you." Her outstretched hands rested on the blanket for support. Her head tilted to the ceiling as her 36Cs rested in place, propped up by her bra. Meanwhile, Foley had removed his work pants and jockey shorts. His underwear was damp from his perspiration. Bethany smiled as her eyes fell on his magnificent black flesh cannon.
Foley stretched his jockeys over young Bethany's face so that her nose poked the spot where his cock and balls had fermented in all afternoon. She gave no resistance. "Breathe deep, chil', take in ol' Foley's manly scent, I knows yo' loves it," and he crouched down to rub her pussy through her jeans. She squirmed in response and inhaled numerous times, filling her lungs with his overwhelmingly intoxicating scent. Her breasts heaved with every lungful and nearly broke free from their strapped lacy confinement.
When he felt she'd had enough, he peeled the shorts off her head and stood over her face, balls dangling above her mouth. "Ready to lick the real thang, bitch?" Lightheaded with black cock lust, she readily accepted his generous balls, sucking and licking each while he stroked himself. "Lick way behind my nut sack, girl, that's where dey tastes the saltiest," he said smugly. She lapped them lovingly until he tightened his grip around his hairy sack and began rubbing it all over her face. "I'm goin' shines yo' up but good, slut."
Bethany wondered how he knew just what she wanted. In class she daydreamed of tasting his clammy black nuts and now here he was giving them to her in such a perverse and irresistible manner. He liberally rubbed them across her forehead, dabbed them on her shut eyelids and on her nose, and then polished her cheeks and chin with them as she smiled. It was if he was transferring his potent crotch stench on to her flawless face and she loved it. Once they were back in her mouth he asked, "How my balls taste, slut?"
"Luscious, Hon', I could do this all afternoon long," and she nibbled on them gently as he stroked his now fully erect cock. He then stepped back, bent down and unhooked the front of her bra, releasing her succulent globes to the angled rays of the sun. He took them in his calloused hands and guided his cock into her cleavage, squeezing the young girl's boobs together. Bethany admired how he wasn't afraid to handle his own cock or scrotum when administering satisfaction or pleasure. He had a way of looking so naturally masculine doing it, too. Those inept white boys she knew seemed inhibited about their own sexual organs, unsure how to really use what little they had. You might even say they were feeble or clumsy. Not Foley, he was proud of his generously endowed package and had an unsurpassed flair for making his conquest relish his touch.
Bethany remained in position as he fucked her chest. It wasn't the most stimulating experience, but she took pleasure from watching the amazing black mushroom head of his slick ten-inch cock peek out from between her two milky breasts with each upward stroke. Pearly drops of pre-cum coated the space between her fleshy mounds as he fucked them. His cock head swelled into an angry purple fist and was ready to spit. Between strokes he asked, "What do yo' want most in da world right now, slut?"
Without hesitation Bethany said, "That's easy...my mouth requires seeding. I want to eat you again, lover."
"If I lets yo' eats my jizz, will yo' promise to do somethin' fo' me?"
"Sure, Hun', anything. Just name it." she said, thinking he wanted more tit play or cocksucking.
"I wants to fuck yo' in the church yer daddy preaches in."
"Aaa...I can't do that. No way, Foley."
"Then no mo' cum fo' yo', bitch," and he pulled away from her breasts.
"NO! Please, please. Isn't there something else I could do? If we get caught, my parents would fucking totally freak!"
"I bets yo' kin think of a way...yo' a pretty smart girl...honor student, an' all, ain't cha?"
Thirsty for that grody load of black ball batter, she quickly mulled it over. "Well, my father is going out of town on Wednesday but we'd have to go at night because he's having a couple of hired hands buff the floor tiles during the day. I could cop my mom's key to the church door. What do think, Foley?"
"I think yo' better open yo' slut mouth right quick..."
She knew the routine and cheerfully kneeled forward, resting on her folded legs to await her tongue sperming. She took his inflamed cock with one hand and stroked it. He smiled and moaned when she sucked on his cock head. Her tongue swirled around, sampling tangy flavors of his pre-cum, salt and sweat. When it began to pulse, he pulled out and jerked it himself and said, "Cup yo' hands together."
When Bethany brought her cupped hands together at the end of his black snake, he fired off an incredible series of cum wads, producing a huge puddle in the well of her hands. Looking up intently into his eyes, she dove her tongue and lips into her creamy delicacy, slurping up the hot viscous deposit like a puppy lapping up a saucer of milk. Still locked into his eyes, Bethany licked her hands and manicured fingernails clean, sucking off every bit of Foley's spermy essence. When she was finished, she stood up and unexpectedly burped. "Oh, excuse me," she blurted with a smile. The belch brought up a sharp sperm aftertaste and it tingled in her throat. It was nice, she thought to herself.
"Thanks for doing me right, Foley."
"Yo' is welcome, bitch. Just be sure to keep yo' part a de bargain on Wednesday. What say we make it 'round seven?"
"Seven sounds perfect, but could I ask you for just one more small favor before I leave? This may sound weird but I'd like to take a couple of your pubic hairs with me?"
"Say what, bitch?"
