Between Fae and Foe Ch. 05
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"Aww, yeah, Hollywood! Fuck mah ass! Ah been so bad...y'all need ta punish me!" She started to remove her skirt.
"No! Leave your clothes on! Just reach back and pull your cheeks apart. That's it! Wide apart! I'll do the rest!" I rasped, teasing at her rectum with my prick that still dripped with her mucous and saliva. She leaned forward against my chest of drawers to look out the window, just as her cousin had done two nights before, and I pulled out the bottom drawer so she could stand on its edge. Her two beautiful hands had softly separated the globes of her butt and her black asterisk flexed temptingly as my glans slowly opened it to admit my long, stiff, white intruder. Her sphincter clamped around my crown tightly and was lost from sight as I pushed in inexorably and she uttered a long, deep moan. I withdrew, leaving just the tip inside her, and gained more depth with the second push, then more with the third, until finally I was in her anus to my balls. Several flexes of my hips lodged me deeply in her colon and I wrapped her in my arms, causing her to keen and press back against me.
My left hand slithered under both sides of her halter bra to pluck at her nipples, and my right snaked down under her skirt to allow me to dig at her slit. Her bowels were alive, gripping and releasing my embedded cock with peristalsic spasms, and my fingers probed her vagina at her G spot, and outside at her clit, causing her to thrust back against me instinctively. "Ohh, Hollywood, i's "magic". I ain't never...".
"Bad girl," I growled in her ear. "Such a bad, bad girl," I said, suddenly realizing that I was playing with this little teenager as much for prurient amusement as I was for carnal acts. I'd done this before with mindless surfer girls whose sole talent had been fucking, and I recognized that it was a sadistic, selfish element of my personality that emerged most often during sex. But thinking about it would wait, I thought. "Touch yourself, Millie! Get yourself off! I wanta feel your tits!"
Her small black hand replaced mine at her crotch and I held her upper body in place firmly on my impaling cock by gripping her breasts. She began groaning loudly as her hand stirred awake her passion and I squeezed her taut mounds. Their young flesh felt hard under the skin and her nipples changed to my touch from that of soft rubber to small, rough stones. Our loins moved no more than inch back and forth, yet her intestines clutched lovingly at my turgid cock until I thought that I'd burst. And all the while she was groaning and moaning, with an occasional yelp, and masturbating herself to a rising orgasm.
When it hit she screamed and I lifted her off her propped up feet to fall backward on the bed. Our impact drove me hard up into her ass and she cried out, so I quickly lifted her off my prong, shifted her backward two inches, and speared up into her pussy, causing her to gasp with pleasure. I rolled her skirt up, tucking it into its waistband so I could see her lovely, dusky, welcoming backside. Her anus was still open from my earlier plundering, with its dark red lining showing in the afternoon light. The outer lips of her pussy shone slick and black, stretched around my white cock, with its thick, blue-green veins feeding blood to my glans. Her pink inner lips clung to it as she cycled forward, then disappeared until she slapped back against my belly, only to reappear dozens of times, coating me with her clear, shiny discharge.
"This is...when i's bes'...Hollywooood," she gasped. "When we fuckin'...like this...ah feel like Gawd...hisself is...doin' me. Ah feel like...ah'm gonna have...his chil'," she murmured, driving me into a frenzy. Her amazingly tight sheath had continued its involuntary inner spasms, milking me at several beats per second and forcing me to concentrate on "not "cumming. But even I have my limits. I felt the first glandular stab in my prostate and pulled from Millie immediately – fearful of impregnating her – and pushed her off to the side while grasping my cock to ejaculate. She immediately raised herself to poise her mouth over me, opening and closing her lips in wanton invitation, awaiting my spermy deposit.
I held as still as I could for her as my dick spewed its creamy load into her mouth. I growled in my characteristic way and she mewled in her throat as her lovely, dark lips encircled my glans, then half my prick, to swallow the last strings of seed. I shuddered one last time, my hips thrusting, and she held them in her soft hands, licking the sticky residue from my dripping staff and making satisfied little murmurs in her throat. When I was spent, I arched my back and stretched. Her little hand traced from my shoulder, across my chest, then down one hip and thigh to end at my knee. "Ah jus' luuuv this body," she said. "C'ain't get enough o' this big white body!"
Soon thereafter I ushered Millie out of the front door of the office, cautioning her to leave through the front gate so that her cousin and the party guests wouldn't see her returning from my place. She'd left her bandana behind and I inhaled her rich vaginal scent deeply after she'd left, then found a special place for the smelly piece of cotton in my dresser. Then I took a long shower and shaved, scrubbing away the day's blend of southern odors. When finished I walked into the bedroom for a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. I heard female voices from beyond the curtain covering my open door. One was that of Lucretia. "An' thas' why I gotta keep 'em apart," she was saying.
"An' y'all want me ta stay this week...maybe next," said another woman's voice.
"If ya can."
I was dressed in a flash, and stepped through the curtain. Lucretia had brought the cops! Outside the fence was a black sedan with two chrome spotlights and little hubcaps. Standing at the corner of the deck was a policewoman of some sort, in full regalia with an automatic pistol strapped to one shapely hip. For a brief moment I pictured myself slaving away on a chain gang with other Tennessee miscreants...an outsider ignorant of southern ways...and I nearly shit in my pants.
*Part 5*
The policewoman was tall, white, and had dark auburn hair done in a thick, French braid that went all the way up the back of her head. I'd always liked that butch hairdo on lady cops. Her body was as curvy as Lucretia's, but didn't have the high, African-American bubble butt under her tight pants that turned me on so much. She "was" white, after all, and the buttons on her heavily-starched shirt were strained under the impressive load of her breasts. Overall, she was about 36D-24-36 on a 5'9" frame. Her green eyes were like emeralds next to her ivory complexion, and she looked as imposing as she did delectable.
"Hal, this is Sheriff Caitlin...I call her Cissy," said Lucretia. "I brought her by 'cause o' the, uuh, "trouble" I'm havin' with you an' Millie."
The woman stepped forward and said, "Please put your hands on the back of your head," which I did. "Now kneel on the deck," she ordered, pulling her night stick from its holster.
"Am I under arrest?" I asked.
"Mmm, nooo...just gettin' a look at y'all," she murmured, walking around behind me and raising the back of my shirt with the end of her club. She did the same to my front. "Mmm, just "look" at that six pack...and them pecs! So "this" is what all the excitement's about," said Cissy, walking to one side and appraising me closely with her green eyes. "I'll give ya this, Lulu girl, when y'all catch a Yankee this pretty ya gotta keep 'im; ya don't wanta throw 'im back!" Then they both dissolved in laughter, leaving me speechless.
"Ah'm sorry, Hollywood. Cissy's my sister, an' a deputy over in Manchester. Had ta work the 8 to 4 shift today. Couldn't make the party...but here she is now. She's takin' vacation...gonna help me out with Millie this week...so y'all c'n git some work done." Again, a shared look between them brought out peals of laughter. When they'd ceased amusing themselves at my expense Lucretia asked, "Now, Hollywood, what kinda host are you? Ah brought this here moonshine an' we need some li'l ol' glasses! Hurry on to yo' kitchen an' git us some, sweet baby!" she cooed, holding up a quart Mason jar half full of clear liquid.
Well, they "did" look a lot alike, apart from their difference in skin color. Same wide face and narrow nose. Same V-shaped jaw. Same tall, extraordinary bodies. Back on the deck, I lined up three small glasses and Lucretia poured. "To the south!" Cissy toasted, and we clinked glasses. They both downed their tots of burning liquor. Then Caitlin said, "Gawd, I'd love ta get outta this uniform! Okay if I use your bathroom to change, Hollywood? My suitcase is in the car." I looked beyond her black car, a half mile away over the grassy field to Lucretia's place, and the eating tables and party guests were gone. I hoped that Millie had gotten home all right after our brief, carnal session in my room.
"I love that girl," Lucretia said, referring to Caitlin, who was now changing inside. "We had the same Daddy – who was a wild one – an' different Mamas. We both 'bout the same age. Cissy divorced her big, dumb cracker husband a few years ago an' doesn't see many men. So she started goin' with girls, too...you know, bisexual. Though that's not my thing, when we get together now, we do raise a little bit o' hell."
"She seems nice," I said, still smarting from being the butt of their joke.
"I'm not sure "that's" the word I'd use," said Lucretia, as her sister returned.
"Wha'd I miss?...other than this fine moonshine," Cissy asked, pouring herself two fingers in the glass and kicking it back. She'd unbraided her hair, brushing it loosely down over her shoulders so its dark, auburn luster shone in the late afternoon light. Her deputy's uniform had been replaced by a light green cotton pullover dress with a scoop neck. It had three-quarter sleeves and the hem stopped at mid-thigh.
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