Otto Gerbert - Oral Zone

"Baby, you got something I'm mighty interested in seeing. If I don't miss my guess them tits of yours are a pair of the biggest, best mother fuckers I ever laid eyes on. Shit, baby, I gotta get them out here in the light."

Then he reached over and drew me down onto the floor beside him, unbuttoning the first two buttons of my blouse almost in the same motion. I knew that when he saw the naked skin of my big jugs he'd go wild to slap his tool into my pussy, but I had a different idea. I wanted a big hot mouthful of his huge dick.

I lay on my back like a rag doll. I was determined to let him do anything he wanted to my body. He had my blouse off and his black fingers on the white, silky fabric of my brassiere in seconds…

"Jesus Christ, honey," he leered, "you got to feel my mouth on that fine pair."

He turned me over on my stomach and feverishly undid the strap that held my bursting tits in check. Then my bra was lying over in the corner and my titties were bobbing around on my chest.. He pulled me to a sitting position and sucked my nipples like a crazy man, first one then the other. I looked down at his black lips on my pink tipped tits and saw that underneath, in his lap, he had a monster hard-on. I found out right then that it was no bullshit about Negroes having more meat between their legs than white guys do. And I did something about it, too. I grabbed his big cock and began to jerk it up and I down.

But he put his hand on mine and stopped me. "Baby, baby, take it easy on that thing unless you want a face full of come!" he yelled.

He slipped his hands down to my lap as he kept his lips busy on my tits, and I felt my thighs being freed from the hot confines of my skirt and petticoat. He went right on into my panties with his hands and I felt his fingers underneath the elastic band at the top. He pushed me down on my back and slipped my scanty underpants off over the soft part of my upper thighs, then I felt them pass over my knees and I knew it wouldn't be long until I felt the pressure of a nigger dick spreading my pussy lips apart. I kept my eyes closed partly out of habit and partly out of my growing concern to make sure I got what I needed from his fucking. I felt the nakedness of his skin against mine and I knew that he'd taken his shirt off, then I felt his naked knee separating my legs and I knew he had made himself naked all over. He had long since thrown my underclothes, petticoat, panties and all, over onto the couch and I lay under his muscular body without a stitch to cover myself.

He began to make grunting noises deep down in his throat and I knew he was really feeling it. I opened my eyes and saw him sweating above me as he let himself rub all over my front with his stomach and his crotch.

Then I felt the weight of his powerful prick on my stomach. It was so big I first thought that he'd jammed his leg up on me. But it only took a few strokes of the thing across my wet crotch for me to know what it was down there. I looked down at it and, I swear to God, it looked like the head of that thing was the size of my fist. I was afraid he'd split me open like a: ripe tomato if he tried to poke that thing in me all the way.

"Joe, Joe," I cried, "you're… you're too big for my cunt. Let me stick it in my mouth." But he was too crazy-hot to hear me.

But he just kept moving it around. I'll give him credit where credit's due-he didn't just jam it all the way in without even giving me a chance to prepare for it. But, Diary, his love tool was so giant that it didn't make much difference. He played it around over my pussy lips and tickled my hairs with it for a long time trying to get my pussy to warm up enough to accept it but finally he just began to slowly force it into me. I lay there praying that this would be the kind of thing I needed to make me get my rocks off. It started to hurt and I began to make my hips hunch up and down against it in

spite of the increasing pain in the hopes of starting the ball rolling toward that wonderful feeling. At last I felt the head of it pop into me like a plunger and I knew what it felt like to have my cave full of black meat.

After that I didn't have much control. I felt him start a slow, almost circular motion that seemed sure to split me open at the top and bottom of my tender pussy. I tried to move with him, but he soon began driving with such force that I felt like I was being raped. He was fucking my cunt like he owned it and grinding his entire body into the top of mine with the power of an army tank. He jammed his burning rod in and out of my smarting cunt then, abandoning the smooth, circular motion and letting himself go with no thought of anything but his own satisfaction. When he finally started making a moan that grew louder and higher as he pumped faster and harder into my pussy t knew it couldn't be long. Then I heard him getting there.

"Lay it on me sweet baby, whip that white cunt on me… oooooh shit, ooaaaaahhhhh!"

That's when I jerked away from him, turned myself around on the bed and sucked his big black cock into my hot mouth. I knew he was just short of coming, so I didn't have to hold back my own reactions. I had my mouth so full of his prick that I felt a hot whirlwind inside my wet cunt and as he shot his white come into my mouth I was getting my cookies right along with him. We both screamed and then fell back in satiated exhaustion.'

Then he collapsed his hulking body on me like a falling barn and I damned near had the wind knocked out of me. He rolled off me then and dragged me over on my side as he did so. The movement put my head on his stomach and I found myself staring right at his wilted cock. My eyes were only a few inches from it, and it was still plenty big even in its withered state.

I felt all over myself to make sure I was still in one piece. I thought that he must have knocked the wind out of me with all his thrashing around.

After he got his clothes on, he got a big drink of water from my refrigerator and before he went out the door he said, "Thanks for the action, pussycat. When you need a big dick in you again get in touch with me. And thanks for the blow job, too. See you around."

I thought that was damned ungrateful of him, not to mention being unromantic as hell. But then, his actions weren't much different from what I'd more or jess gotten used to from men. It seems like they're all the same, black or white. Well, it's true that this Negro had a giant cock on him and as it turned out, he was pretty damned good.

The hell of it is that I just know he'll call me back again whenever he gets horny. But I don't want it like that. I want to feel like something besides a pair of tits connected to

a hairy cunt separated by a warm stomach. So I won't let him have any more. If he calls I'm just going to be very indifferent. A new thrill is what-I'm after. I've already experienced all he had to offer.

And there's one small thing that's good. At least I did what I set out to do. I wanted to see if I could come with a Negro cock and was it any better a mouthful than a white one and I found out. Even if the answer was "No," I can at least say I tried it. And I can rule out one more scene in my attempt to achieve bigger and better orgasms. Experience is the best teacher, they say. And that's true even if it teaches you something you didn't want to know.

Good night, Diary.

Dear Diary,

I haven't written to you for two or three days because I've been so busy at the office. Tonight when I got home there was a special delivery letter waiting for me from my mother. I was going to go back for a vacation in three weeks, but Mom asked in the letter if it would be possible for me to get my vacation moved up to now. A terrible thing has happened. Curt, my old boyfriend, has been killed in a car wreck and she wants to know if I can be there at the funeral. She thought I'd want to know about it and I appreciate her mentioning it.