The sexy sound of Ray Charles drifted up the stairs and into the room where Donna's eyes were now closed, a smile of satisfaction playing across her face. Her skirt was still pushed up so he could see her outer lips quivering and her slightly raw a-hole, which now seemed to wink at him. Time for Jukie to strip. He pulled off his sneaks and socks easily, but when he got to his belt, he hit a snag. He was so anxious to get his pants off that he couldn't seem to get the hook out of its hole. Then, he felt a hand on his.
Soundtrack: What’d I Say Parts I & II----Ray Charles
"Here, let me do it." It was Donna, standing before him who, with one strong pull, yanked the belt free. But she didn’t stop there. Now she was opening his fly.
"Oh, man," she gasped, as his pecker burst out of its imprisoning jeans, still covered by his jockies though. "You sure got a hard on!"
"Now, let's see Mr. Johnson, himself," she added, as she pulled down Jukie's pants and underwear with one strong jerk.
"Just like I thought!" she exclaimed. "You got one of them powerful thick black dicks! I love 'em like that!"
Jukie was flabbergasted. He'd never heard a woman talk like this, certainly not a white woman. Truth was, he was embarrassed by her description of his cock. He'd always been self-conscious about it. In locker rooms, especially in the army, he'd been surprised to see that when not erect, his dick was much bigger than most, especially white ones. But, then at one of them Vietnamese whorehouse orgies, he'd made another surprising discovery. He saw that some of his buddies’ small white peckers grew much longer when they got hard-ons… much, much longer in some cases. Meanwhile, his dick mostly just hardened and thickened when he was aroused; it didn't grow much in length. That had always bothered him some. And, now, Donna was making note of this fact. Of course, she was saying how she liked it like that… but, did she really?
"Mmmmm!" he heard and, at the same time, felt Donna. She had taken his cock into her mouth and was now licking and sucking it for all she was worth. From the sounds she was making, it seemed like she really did like his thick dick. Anyways, he sure liked the way she sucked it!
As Donna worked on him, he felt his excitement growing and he began to shove his prick deeper into her mouth.
"Whoah! Slow down, buddy" Donna exclaimed, as she backed her mouth away from his thrusting cock. "Let's not get there too soon!"
She was right, Jukie realized. Besides, he was feeling kind of goofy, standing there with his jeans and underpants round his ankles. "Yeah, you right, baby. Lemme' jes' git these clothes off. An', whyn't you do the same?"
Completely naked now, he looked over at Donna. She was standing there, her partially unbuttoned blouse revealing the tops of her big boobies and her skirt back down over her thighs, covering the nakedness he knew lay beneath it. While he was taking her in, she was returning the favor and was clearly impressed by what she was seeing. Yeah! He knew he was a fine specimen. Besides his bulging cock, which he now figured she genuinely dug, his body was sinewy and muscular, no real fat on it… but not skinny neither.
"Mmmm," Donna murmured, licking her lips with pleasure. "Great body, man. Great body! Come to Mama!"
Again, Jukie found himself feeling embarrassed. "Well… O.K. then, whyn't you join me an' take off them clothes?"
Donna shook her head. "No," she said, taunting, "If you want 'em off, you got to take 'em off me. Tear 'em off." She looked deadly serious as she said this.
Jukie smiled. She liked rough stuff, he guessed, but he'd never come across this before and didn't really know what to do. "O.K.," he said, "C'mere then." He motioned for her to come closer to him.
She stood her ground. "No," she said, defiantly. "You want me? Come an' get me."
As she said this, she backed off from him. Jukie knew it was all a game, but Donna wasn't smiling or nothing. In fact, the look on her face was more like fear. He was confused. How should he play it? Did she really want him to be rough with her? If so, then why the scared look on her face, which, truth-be-told, scared him? What if this was some kind of weird set up and she'd start yelling rape and shit and then the white people from downstairs would come running up and she'd accuse him of trying to rape her and… oh shit!
Disturbing images of lynchings leaped into his head: pictures of “colored boys” down South hanging from trees, being tarred and feathered, dragged behind horses till they died, raw and bleeding. Jukie didn't like this scene; it freaked him out.
"What's the matter, baby?" It was Donna, now standing in front of him, her hand stroking his cheek. "You O.K.? I didn't mean to upset you. I jes' thought it'd be fun if you kinda' tore my clothes off, but hey, if you don't wanna', that's O.K. I'll take 'em off myself."
At that, she reached behind her back a bit awkwardly to unzip her dress. But, something about the softness of her words, her gentle touch on his cheek, and the helplessness of her posture as she groped for her zipper, turned Jukie back on — in fact it made him feel like tearing off her clothes.
As Donna began to pull down the zipper behind her, Jukie reached out with both his strong hands and grabbed the front of her dress, yanking it down hard. He heard it tear slightly, as he stared at her large white tits, spilling out over a lacy black bra, obviously too small to hold them. He was totally turned on… or was it enraged? This honky chick had been playing with him! Well, fuck her! He'd show her what rough sex was!
He grabbed the front of her bra and with terrific force pulled it down, causing her huge breasts to flop out completely. And then with a second powerful motion, he shoved her roughly toward the bed. She seemed unprepared for this push and lost her balance, falling awkwardly backwards.
"No, don't!" she cried out.
But, it was too late for that! Whether she meant it or was still playing, Jukie wasn't playing. He was pissed, for real… more than he'd ever been at any woman. He jumped hard on top of her, stuck one big hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream, and with his free hand tore her dress and bra completely off her. Then he flipped her over, so she was lying on her stomach. She tried to struggle, but Jukie was far stronger than her. Now he pushed her face into a pillow, again muffling the noises she was trying to make, and with one arm round her waist, he lifted her rear end just enough to give him the angle he wanted. With the other hand, he spread her cheeks, spotted the entry he was looking for, and plunged his hardened pecker into her anus.
This time, he didn't go in gently, but tearingly. This time, he knew it hurt; he could feel her shudder. This time, he thrust forward and pulled back angrily, his thickened cock widening her hole far more than his finger had done. He grabbed her breasts from behind, took hold of both nipples and twisted them like he was squeezing a lemon as hard as he could. But, in doing so Jukie had released his hold on her head, which allowed her to turn just enough to free her mouth from the pillow and let out a terrifying scream.
And then Jukie came and came and came. He filled her little butt-hole with all the cum he'd been saving up all night, maybe all his life!
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