The girls woke to a beautiful Sunday morning as the sunlight softly fell upon them as they lay in Kristy's bedroom, slowly stirring from the night's embrace. Bethany, at eighteen, was a year younger than her close friend who was home on summer break from college. Bethany began sleeping over her friend's house on some nights. Both girls had recently fallen into a deep obsession for the high school janitor where Bethany had attended.
Since Bethany introduced Kristy to Foley (the thirty-something black custodian) a couple of weeks ago, a unique bond had formed between the girls. Their mutual infatuation of the "dark" side seemed to compound more each day. Finding gratification at the end of his rather large and talented black cock had become a daily goal.
And yet at times Kristy was still having difficulty adjusting to this new experience. Bethany had long since abandoned any reservation of servicing a black cock, but the blonde, often eagerly giving in to the carnal desire, remained in some sort of denial state. She could not admit to herself that she enjoyed submitting to a lowly, black janitor--and at times it showed.
Bethany was the daughter of the church's pastor, and as such, regularly attended Sunday mass. Today would be no exception. The girls showered and planned a Sunday brunch after church. They dressed and readied themselves for the morning service.
With such an inviting sun shining, the young girls took to walking the several blocks to the church. One blonde and one brunette, they were stunners on the street. Their taut-fitting jeans and loose blouses on their model-quality bodies could easily draw attention--although this early on a Sunday, the street was nearly empty.
A few blocks from the church, Bethany's cell rang. She answered to a "Hey." Her heart palpitated, recognizing Foley's deep and imposing voice.
"Hi, Foley," she said aloud so Kristy could hear. They smiled to each other.
"I'm jist down da street in m'car 'bout a block behind yo' sweet young asses. Now don't look 'round, jist keep walkin', I likes watchin' yo' tight buns shake."
"Oh, Foley, you say the nices things!"
"What say yo' bithes up fer some Sunday mornin' delights?"
"Well, we're on our way to Sunday service, Foley."
"So skip it. I'm plannin' on shootin' some hoops in the court way behind da church in dat park. Meet me there."
"You know I can't refuse you, Foley. See you in a few..." and Bethany hung up. "We won't be attending services today, Kristy, at least not at church. Foley's going to meet us at the basketball court in the park behind the church. Looks like a fun morning..."
"What nerve he has! Are we that desperate that we have to come every time he calls? Who does he think he is?"
"He thinks he's a man with a big black cock that we love. And you know something? He's right. I've been thinking about it all night and I want to see him. You coming or not?"
"I-I-I suppose," Kristy reluctantly conceded. She too had dreamed of his cock most of the night but couldn't bear to say the words to Bethany; she could hardly own up it to herself.
The girls saw Foley drive by them and turn up the street into the road leading to the park lot. They walked slowly and cautiously to the court, not wanting to attract attention from parishioners parking along the street. They cut through a grass field to avoid running into anyone.
They approached the court where Foley was already tossing baskets in a muscle shirt and shorts. "Go sit in da back a m'car, ladies, I left a treat in dare fer ya's." Opening the rear door to his car with a watchful eye, the girls slipped in and found a joint and a lighter on the seat. They sank down low so not to be seen and smoked the reefer while Foley continued his work out. That Bethany's father would soon be addressing his congregation was of little concern to the girls.
After about fifteen minutes, the girls were down to nothing but a roach. Foley had a good sweat going and took a towel from his gym bag to wipe his brow. With two high and fine-looking white sluts in his back seat, he definitely had enough of basketball. We walked over to the car, tossed his bag and ball into the truck and squeezed in the back seat between the girls.
"So what yo' bitches have planned fo' today?"
"I told you Foley, we were going to church. Then we'd thought we'd go to Sunday brunch," Bethany said in a lazy, altered voice.
"Well, now, guess yo' plans have changed. No church fo' ya gals today, but maybe yo' all could still have Sunday brunch, heh, heh, "remarked Foley as he grabbed his crotch, "yo' gals can't resist seeing ol' Fol', am I right?"
"Come on," Kristy said, "quit playing with us. Who the fuck you think you are Foley? Just 'cause you got us high you think you own us?"
"What'sup wit' dis bitch?" he spat out and looked to Bethany.
"She's got a bug up her ass."
"Damn bitch. If dat bubble ass wasn't so fine I'd kick it out right quick. Didn't dat reefer mellow yo' down at all? Yo' still think yo' some uppity high class blonde? Dat it?"
"I just don't like to be taken for granted."
"Well, how 'bout I grant you dis, bitch?" Foley exposed himself by pulling down his shorts around his balls.
He put his sweaty arms around the shoulders of the beauties. "Yo' shore a smart-ass, bitch. Now either yo' whack me, whack me righ' off now, or yo' can jist fo'get 'bout getting' any black cock from here on out."
