"You want a light?"
"Honey sugar, can you spare one?" I had softly, glancing down at his pants again. He moved and walked toward me and that thick long bulge moved with his leg. I could even make out the rounded tip and the ridge under it. Immediately, Honky's dick flashed through my mind and I could feel the wind up my legs, tickling my pussy hairs. Man, I wanted to suck his cock.
He gave me a light and I stood close to him so the match wouldn't be blown out by the wind. His leg brushed against mine and that was all we needed.
"You wanna go somewhere?" he asked.
"Honey, I got a candle burning in my place just for you…" And with that he took my arm and we walked up the street. When we turned to cut through the alley near my house, we stopped and without saying a word, kissed. He wasn't no black boy kisser, but he was okay. I rubbed his cock through his pants and he got down on his knees and stuck his head under my little skirt. My pussy opened in front of him and he tickled the lips with his tongue.
"I gotta have you, gotta suck you," he said, almost desperately. He looked around and spotted some garbage cans, just a few feet away. "Come here, put one foot up on this," he ordered, pointing to a small can.
I did it, and my pussy was flapping there in the breeze. He knelt in the dirt and sucked me into his lips, gnawing at my pussy lips till I thought I'd fall over. I pushed forward and he brought his hands up and held my buttocks and played with my asshole. I was seeing double, and I pretended it was my Honky come back to give me a nice licking. I saw Honky, and saw his cock, and then I felt the tongue brushing like crazy over my clit, and I started moanin' and carrying on like you wouldn't believe! Then my juice started coming, and this white boy got it all over his face as he sucked it out of me. I shook and rattled the damn can, but I didn't fall over. His fingers rubbed my asshole and played with my pussy lips till I couldn't take it anymore and I put my foot down and he got up.
His face was all wet and I told him he looked like he just stepped from the shower and he laughed and said he had.
We got to my place and he flopped in the couch, like Honky always did, with his legs spread. I've got three or four pictures of my baby-man in the room there, and this guy looks around and asks, "Who's the stud?"
Man that made me so proud! Who's the stud? That's my Honky-baby, that's who that is. I told him, "That's my man, but he's in the pigpen. And I miss his nice fat cock."
"He's got a big one?" the guy asked.
"Big? Big? Honey, it's the biggest thing you ever put your little eyes on! Here, I'll show you," I said, looking in a drawer for the naked picture of Honky. I found it easily and showed it to him. The photo shows him sitting right there on the couch with his hard dick in his hand. Come is pouring from the tip of it, and every time I look at it I go outta my head! That's real soul, that picture. And the guy really dug it too. He said Honky sure looked like he knew what he was doing.
"Let's see what you're gonna be doing," I said as I put a record on. I lit a joint just as he pulled his jeans down off his body. He was a bit smaller than my baby-man, but it was a nice cock, well-formed. I know he figured he was gonna have some nice black pussy to stick it into, but I had other ideas for him. We smoked the grass, and then he started talking about positions to fuck in.
"I don't wanna fuck, honey, I just wanna put your nice white dick in my nice soft black mouth and suck the living shitfuck out of you."
His eyes opened wide and I sat there smiling. I began removing my clothing and he watched, playing with his penis. It got longer and harder, and when I was naked on front of him I reached out and took it in my hand.
"I'll bet you give a nice blow job," he said as I moved my lips closer to his cock.
"Babycakes, I invented it!" I told him with a giggle. I was going nuts already and my titties were hard as rocks. I glanced over the picture of Honky and naked, wet cock, and my excitement reached its peak. I took that white dick in my lips and started giving it a suck job it would never forget.
After a few easy strokes to get him loosened up, I really let it slam down my throat. He grabbed my shoulders and dug his hands into me. Then I pulled back and nibbled around the reddish tip for a minute, and then rammed it down my throat again. He let go and let his head flop back.
"Oh, wow, don't stop! This is the best I've ever had… Jesus Christ Almighty!"
I bit down under the glans a little and scraped my teeth along the shaft. Then I moved my head faster and faster till he was writhing and panting and I could tell he was getting close. I pulled off and smashed my head down to his nuts and licked them and pulled them into my mouth.
"Oh, far out, far out!" he said again and again. The grass had made him all mellow inside, but he was hard as a rock in my lips and I was glad. I could taste premature drops of come every now and then, and as soon as I went back up to his cock, a big round pearly drop awaited me. Man, I knew he was going to be a big load. And it was going to come soon, very soon. Again, I thought of my baby-man and pretended this white guy was actually him. He was gonna come, fucking my face with his big black dick, shooting his juice inside me. I wanted it to happen fast, and I stuffed my hand into my vagina just as his cock swelled for the last time.
"I'm gonna shoot! I'm gonna fucking shoot in your black mouth!" He yelled and smashed his hips upward and then collapsed – and, with his collapse, it happened. My mouth was filled with a powerful gush of white cream, hotter than hell. My lips were glued around his cock so none of it would escape and I swallowed the entire load. His balls finally rested silently in his sac and I knew it was over. I held his cock with one hand as I let it slide out of my lips and I looked at it and licked it as it softened before me. It was then I came back to earth. The cock was white and the guy was white. I had been dreaming about my Honky. And suddenly I hated this guy and told him to leave.
He got really upset cause he thought he was gonna get a fuck in too, but I told him to get his ass out. He called me a black spade cocksucker and I hit him with a real heavy whitey rap until he finally stumbled out the door.
I sat down on the floor, listening to Aretha again, and began to cry. I needed something to get me up, to get me going. I needed Honky's cock, but I couldn't have it. I couldn't let anyone fuck me. And I didn't want any black dick but my baby-man's. And wow, I wanted to die. What a, bummer!
Then there was this rap on the door and before I could get up to see who it was, this guy steps in. It was Rick, the same cat who pulled out his cock on the street earlier.
"Frieda, you do that white boy real nice? His stuff taste as good as nigger stuff?"
"You get your ass outta here, little boy. This here's Honky's place and he don't want you in it."
"Fuck Honky! He's up there where he can't do anything to change what is, and I'm standing here telling you what's happening, that's what is! And I'm also telling you you better get ready because you gonna give me what you just gave that white boy, you hear?"
I started shaking. There was something in my head. I don't know what it was, that was stopping me from having sex with any black guy but Honky. I was afraid of any black dick but his, that's why I had been going after white boys. And here was this cat, Rick, standing there across the room from me, taking off his pants. I could see his cock swinging between his dark legs and I started crying something terrible. I knew he was gonna make me suck him, and I knew I had to obey. But I wanted my baby-man and I couldn't help crying.
He walked across the room and stuck it right into my face. It wasn't even hard yet, but it sure was big. He brushed it against my cheeks and the tears made it wet. I loved it – loved its smell, its size, its blackness – but I felt guilty, cheating. It wasn't my Honky's black dick!