Jason Cannon: The ministers_s daughter

He looked at the dark patch of her cunt and felt the stirrings of desire for her well up inside himself, desire that he knew he couldn't fulfill.

"Oh no!" she shouted, seeing the look he gave her, and the movement he made toward her. "I don't want your tongue. I don't just want to be sucked and slobbered over. I want to be fucked. I want some big, stiff, hard cock rammed up inside me. I want to feel hot cum shooting up my snatch. This snatch, Roscoe. The one that you can't seem to fill."

With her fingers she pulled the lips of her cunt wide apart so he could clearly see the raw, red gash. Then she grabbed a candle from the nightstand and shoved it far up her pussy.

"Like this!" she shouted. "This is how I want to fuck!"

She withdrew the candle and rammed it home again. Then faster and faster she worked, making the candle appear and disappear inside the walls of her sucking, velvety sheath.

He bowed his head, shaking it from side to side. "Yes, yes, all right" he said, a gasp in his voice. "Suck them, fuck them! All of them. Do what you want!" He sank to his knees, burying his face in his hands.

As always, at the end of an argument, she would feel pity for him. Underneath the surface hate and frustration that permeated their relationship, there was a strange brand of love.

"Roscoe," she said, dropping the candle beside the bed and holding her arms out to him. "Come, my darling. Come to me!"

He moved to his knees and crawled up between her legs. She grasped his head and guided it to her cunt. She hunched her hips upward, accepting his mouth and tongue with her softness.

He extended his tongue, slipping it lightly around the gentle contours of her cunt lips. She groaned and pushed his head into her gash. Cunt juice trickled out to mingle with his saliva. He slipped his tongue inside, tasting the sticky heat of her vagina. She shoved her cunt more firmly against his mouth, plastering her glued-up lips to his.

Slowly she let the passion build in her until she was at a peak It never changed, she thought, it always began and ended the same way. And it never ceased to amaze her that during his sucking of her cunt she could reach and feel his cock at any time and it would always be soft.

When she knew she was about to come she turned him over, mashing her cunt down, grinding its musk into his face, feeling the orgasm up through her body as his throat worked to swallow every last drop of her heated juices.

She then cradled him in her arms, his head on her breasts, and thought how good it would be to get back into the city the following weekend and feel the strength of a hard cock.

She had moved off the bed and into the bathroom when she heard the knock on the door. "Come in!" She heard the door open, waited nearly a minute and called, "Fix me one, will you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," the bellboy answered.

She fluffed her hair in the mirror, tightened the belt beneath her breasts to make them rise even higher, and walked into the other room.

"Jeeeesus, Mama!" he said, barely able to avoid dropping the glass when he saw her.

"When you were a little boy did you ever think or dream about a beautiful white woman coming out of nowhere and raping you?"

"I don't really remember, but the thought is hittin' me real strong right now, Ma'am."

"You have a good body. Is your dick as good?" She stared at him, waiting for an answer that didn't come. "Well, take your clothes off and let's see."

He did as she told him to do. Under her watchful eye, his shyness faded with each piece of clothing. As he undressed she registered her approval by licking her lips sensually and stroking her own body through the material of her gown. It excited him to watch her, get excited. His cock rose, hardening to a gigantic length, bobbing in front of his belly,

"You're a magnificent animal," she purred, moving toward the bed.

"And you're a gorgeous cunt," he replied, following her.

His body was like a corded ebony stalk as it moved over her. One gigantic hand roamed over her body, removing the gown. He was gentle, too gentle. She reached up and slapped him hard across the face. It had the desired effect and, in one motion, he ripped the material to shreds, leaving her naked beneath him.

He gasped when he saw the full extent of what he was about to have. "Your body is soft, beautiful" he said, rubbing at the cushiness of her cunt, spreading the labia, caressing the inner flesh with his fingers. He stroked her clitoris and the huge puffed lips of her cunt. As he slipped a finger into her, her hips jerked in spasms. Her muscles milked his finger, urging it further and further into her.

"You want me to fuck you now?" he growled. "You want my cock in you now?"

"Yes, you son-of-a-bitch," she growled in return, grabbing his head between her hands and kissing him violently, probing the hotness of his mouth with her tongue. "Give me your sweet black dick!"

Unable to resist the musky smell of her cunt, he wanted a taste of it. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and burrowed into the damp gorge of her pussy. The hairy lips encased his mouth, his nose, his chin as he dipped his tongue into the slit. She spread her thighs wider, pulling his head with her hands, urging him deeper and deeper into her cunt.

He gasped as his tongue lapped at the swollen knob of her clit. He swirled it around and around the gash, licking eagerly at the honeyed juices he found there.

She moaned, deeply wishing that he wasn't alone, wishing that she had a hard cock like his in every orifice of her body. Her hips jerked wildly under the sweet assault of his mouth. She fumbled for his cock, wanting it, wanting to feel and pound it.

He understood and moved his body around until his knees were astraddle her head and his cock was brushing her ruby lips. With her tongue and hand she worked the foreskin back and forth across the knob. She began to lick the head, skinning it back, then licking and savoring the sweet taste of it. She loved it, reveling in the hotness, the hardness of it. She fisted the staff and began to suck harder on the huge, swollen knob.

She came, her hot juices drowning his tongue and his mouth. It prompted his own orgasm. Hot cum, salty and thick, flooded her throat and her belly.

But still they didn't stop. He was her kind of man. Gushes of cum had flowed from his cock but still it was hard and throbbing, wanting more.

"Put it in me!" she screamed, raking his body with her nails, dragging him around into position. "Stick that fuck stick in my cunt!"

Suddenly it was his hot flesh against hers, his coarse pubic hair against her hot sheath. His hot cock ramming, gliding, sliding in and out of her, his hard flesh rubbing inside her cunt. She ground her pubic bone against his.

"Oh Mama! Oh Mama!" he gasped. "What a fuck! What a fuck you are!"

Their hips swung together in a long arc. Frantic now, their loins slapped noisily together, knees bent, legs swinging, bone against bone, flesh against flesh.

"Oh it's good, baby!" she gasped. "Your cock is so good!"

"Oh, see me now!" he screamed. "Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm comin'… I'm comin' like, a fucking dam is breakin inside, baby!"

A final surge of stroking and hot cream poured forth inside her cunt, spurting again and again while he lunged against her in thrusts full of lustful power.

But she knew nothing.

She didn't want to know anything, lost now in her own lustful explosion, jerking, bucking, draining him while spurting forth with her own hot juices in wild, orgiastic ecstasy and delight.

Slowly, their movements subsided. She rolled him from her, moved down his body and encased his shrinking cock in her mouth.

She went to sleep immediately.

The insistent jangling of the telephone brought her rudely awake. She looked around. He was gone, but fuck him, she thought, she was ready to find more. It was going to be a long weekend and there were always more whenever she wanted them.