JUST ANOTHER SCHOOL DAY
The morning alarm clock woke Bethany from an uneasy sleep. Thursday, another routine school day on which she begrudgingly made her way to the shower, still sleepy-eyed in her jammies. The spray of hot water helped arouse her. A once meticulous student, she had less and less tolerance to her studies, contemplating instead on black cock.
After her shower and make-up ritual, the eighteen-year-old dressed in a short black skirt and a white button-down blouse and went to the kitchen for a quick breakfast. Her mother was seated at the table already half way through a cup of coffee and the paper's crossword puzzle.
"Morning, dear, would you like me to fix you some eggs?"
"No, mom, don't bother. I'll just have a bowl of cereal."
"It looks like rain this morning," Mrs. Moline said from the kitchen window as she rinsed out her coffee mug. No sooner had she made the statement, a thunderclap cracked near by. "If your father wasn't away with the car, I would have been able to drive you to school."
"It's okay, mom. I'll give Stacey a call. Her dad drives her in every morning. I'm sure they'll give me a ride."
But before Bethany had a chance to make the call, they heard a knock at the front door. "I'll get it," said Bethany.
She already had opened the door half way when she heard her mom say, "Oh, that's probably the workers your father hired to polish the church floor looking for their pay. I have the envelope your father left for them right here."
Bethany froze, spotting Levon standing on the doorstep. She could only hope he didn't recognize her. "Mrs. Moline?" he asked.
"No. I'll get her...Mom!" said Bethany but not before noticing how attractive he was close up. Although he was extremely dark, he had a beaming smile and well-defined masculine features.
Mrs. Moline approached. "Hello. I'm Mrs. Moline," she said and at that precise moment the sky opened up dropping sheets of rain.
"Hello, Mrs. Moline. I just stopped by for our pay," said the muscular twenty-two-year old, under cover of the porch ceiling.
"Sure. Here you go..." and she handed him an envelope, "Say, I wonder if you might do me a quick favor, Levon. My daughter needs to get to the high school and as my husband is out of town with the car, I wonder if you wouldn't mind dropping her off so she doesn't have to walk in this downpour rain."
Levon offered a warm smile and said it was no problem at all. He was on his way to meet his partner for coffee and would have to drive by the school anyway.
"Mom," insisted Bethany, "he doesn't have to take me. I can ask Stacey."
"Oh, don't be silly, this kind gentleman just said it wouldn't be an inconvenience. Now get your books."
"I'll be waiting in the truck," and he scooted off to the vehicle.
Bethany was trapped. She could only hope Levon didn't recognize her. Leaving the rest of her cereal, she gathered her notebook and purse and ran out to his truck, dodging the downpour as best she could.
"My name's Levon," he said.
"Bethany."
"Well, Bethany, you are a very pretty girl," he said while backing out of the driveway.
"Thanks."
"What are your interests at school? I hope you plan to go to college."
"Yes. I like writing. Maybe teaching."
"Good for you. I thought maybe it was modeling. You must know that you're incredibly beautiful."
"I guess..."
"You look so different than you did last night."
Bethany's eyes widened. She turned her head in humiliation, face flushing red as she stared into the oncoming traffic, avoiding eye contact. "Don't be embarrassed, Bethany. I won't tell your parents." He turned off the road into an alley behind a vacant building a few blocks from the school.
"Where are you going?" she asked with a worried look in her face.
He parked behind the building as the torrential rain persisted. He turned off his wipers but let the engine idle. "We're just going to make a little detour. Now like I was saying, I won't tell your parents about last night, that is, unless you give me a headjob. You are such a hot looking white bitch that I can't pass up the opportunity. Now before you start getting crazy, I am not going to force you. I just know for a natural fact that once a white girl gets a taste if black dick, well, she finds that nothing else can satisfy her. And you sure looked satisfied last night.
"And that nasty-looking guy you were with at church, man, he didn't look like a boyfriend. I'm willing to bet you were there for one thing: black cock. You wanted it so bad you were willing to do him in your own daddy's church. What a deranged mind you have. I like how you think. Now, what I propose to do is to unzip my pants and pull out my goods. All I'm asking you to do is have a look. If after seeing it, you don't want to do anything, well, that'll be your call. We'll just forget about all this and last night. But I'm laying odds you're curious and may even want a sample. I could be is wrong, but I don't think so. Is it a deal?"
"All I have to do is look and you really won't tell if I decide not to go further? And you'll just drop me off at school and that'll be the end of it?"
"Yep. That's the deal."
She had to admit, he had peaked her interest. Black cock is all she seemed to think about lately. She had only seen a single black one in her young life and that was Foley's ten-incher. When would she get another chance to see one up close? How could she go wrong?
"Alright, Levon, you have a deal. But no tricks!"
He unceremoniously undid his pants, lifted his ass, and pulled them down to his knees along with his underwear. The dampness of the outside air had caused the windows to fog up. She eyeballed his exposed black manhood in their clouded privacy. Although he was well-hung like Foley, his tool looked really gross. My God, she concluded, he was uncircumcised. She'd never seen one like that, black or white. It was gruesome sight.
He grabbed it with his hand and shook it a bit. "Well, Bethany, what do you think, I bet you never had your lips wrapped around anything like this before?"
"You got that right. It's the nastiest."
"Don't be so quick to judge a book by it's cover. You'll never know what you're missing unless you try it first. What do you think, care to have a taste?"
He had a point. She never dreamed she'd loved getting her faced sprayed with semen or her throat hosed down with cum from a black man. She had always found it an unpleasant task when she jerked off or blew her white boyfriend's pathetic little penis.
Bethany hesitated as her nostrils filled with his meandering musk. She could refuse to suck on it and still keep her secret. But then she knew if she didn't, she spend the next week wondering how it would have been or if it looked any better once it was hard or if all black men were as adept a cockman as Foley the janitor. She came to a decision.
"Oh, what the hell..." and she turned to him, taking his sheathed cock in her manicured fingers and rubbed it. Bending over with her knees up on the seat, she brought her head to his exposed crotch and opened her mouth. But before her tongue could have a lick he stopped her. "You have to say the words, Bethany. Tell me what you want."
Staring into his big eyes she hotly whispered, "I want to taste your grody cock. I want to suck on it," and her rouge tongue snaked out to lick the appalling foreskin. Not bad, she thought on first lick. She worked her tongue into the end of the foreskin and licked around the seam, stuffing her snooping tongue inside of it, seeking the elusive cock head. The aroma in the fleshy wrap of this black stranger was pungent.
She cradled his loose balls with her free hand and yanked the foreskin down with the other, finally revealing the mushroom head. Surprisingly, it was lighter in color than the deep ebony of his balls and foreskin. Her red lips caressed the smooth head then gracefully engulfed it. Levon moaned, so sensitive to her attentive touch.
Soon she was taking this unfamiliar black cock deep in her throat, bobbing up and down, working his saliva-coated shaft. My god! The minister's princess loves it! Levon reasoned while watching her sloppily slobber all over his dick, aching for its release. For a full ten minutes in the alley behind an old warehouse, the Reverend Moline's first born daughter sucked and pulled, stroked and kissed, pumped and worshipped the giant uncircumcised joystick of a black man she had only met less than an hour ago--physically pleading with it to drain itself into her black cock loving mouth without ever once complaining.
Damn, it must be true, she thought, black men have bigger penises. And if his load tasted anything like his pre-cum, well, it certainly wouldn't be wasted on the upholstery.
She began to tap his cock on her outstretched tongue and then without warning, overwhelmed him by taking it down her throat, in one of her most private places. The feel of the foreskin against her throat was exquisite. She drooled as her hot pussy itched in arousal. Wrapping her left hand around the shaft and tickling his hairy sack with her right, she jerked him boldly, wanting his seed and completely enjoying the effort to achieve it.
