"Okay, honky stud man, now you get those pants of yours off!" Alana's facile hands soon stripped Bert of his trousers, and they both stood naked and revealed in the odd light cast by the filtered incandescent bulb.
Bert looked down and saw his swollen manhood jerking and twitching in reaction to the foreplay he and Alana had been avidly engaged in. Instead of a flesh-pink with red overtones, his cock looked like an orange popsicle. When he mentioned this to Alana, she laughed a throaty laugh and immediately descended.
"Mmmmm, I love orange popsicles!" Her mouth was soon stuffed with Bert's cock which she sampled with loud, lewd slurping noises. Bert felt Alana's saliva trickle down his length and mingle with the hair of the little sac suspended under his prodigious cock. The sac, containing his precious balls, slowly contracted and collapsed into a tight, hard sphere as Alana gently massaged and toyed with it. The entire time, her mouth slowly accepted and rejected Bert's steely rod.
Her mouth puckered into a tiny "O" form and started at the purple-orange head of his cock, and she sucked her way down. Bert felt as if she were drawing his entire gut through the end of his prick. In reality, she was agonizingly, excruciatingly sucking his length into her mouth, her tongue swirling and spiraling around laving every square millimeter of man-meat she found. Soon, she felt her lips brush against Bert's pubic hair. She had swallowed his entire sex-spire.
When she began to retreat, her teeth lightly scored his captive organ, and her tongue pushed hard against the tiny pinprick hole at the end of his rod. To counter this, she sucked for all she was worth. Bert groaned and almost shot his load into her mouth. His hands roamed through the forest of her wiry Afro guiding her head as she gave head.
Bert groaned, "Stop! Stop, Alana!"
Puzzled, the black girl looked up. Bert rapidly explained, "I'm going to lose it in a minute if you keep it up! You're too damn good! And I want to be in you when I blow off. So get that pert black rear end of yours up here!"
He pulled her to her feet and gave a swat to the firm ass that passed near his hands. He quickly bent Alana over the counter so that her rump would be enticingly presented for his entry. He briefly, hesitantly, dipped his finger into her flowing cunt, then traced his way back into the hot, humid crease between her demi-globes of flesh. His lubricated finger rapidly goaded the tight, strong anal muscle to relax, and he wiggled his finger inside Alana a time or two, enjoying the way she twitched and squealed.
The feeling of power was heightened when he spread her legs and moved into position behind her. The glans of his long prod touched the prepared ass-hole, then plunged in with ferocious speed. Alana screamed in agony as she was filled with a huge iron bar of solid man-meat.
Bert felt as if he had thrust his tool into a blast furnace. For a few minutes, he couldn't move; he just stood there, his hands spreading her ass cheeks and his cock buried balls deep up Alana's rectum. He was in the tightest fitting channel he could ever have imagined, tight and searing hot. He realized he should have gradually entered the girl's rear door, but it was too late now. He was already inside!
Alana felt the tortured inner membranes slowly stretch and expand to accommodate the huge male invader. As soon as the rectal channel had resigned itself to the added masculine visitor in the hot, velvet depths, it began to relax. Alana sighed with relief and began to enjoy the fullness of Bert in her. She could sense the slow pulsing of his cock as it jerked and danced in cadence with his heartbeat. She even imagined her sensitive inner tissues could detect the giant vein on top of his cock.
Bert gazed down at the girl's back sprawled on the table top in front of him. His hands abandoned their posts, no longer needed, and began exploring her smooth, silky back. She sighed and moaned constantly as he traced out each and every vertebra in her spine. Leaning forward, he began massaging her tensed shoulder muscles. He lovingly said, "Relax, the best is yet to come!"
His words, as well as his powerful hands soothing her back and shoulder muscles, had the desired effect. He could almost feel the tenseness flow, like water through a sieve, from his beautiful editor.
As soon as Bert felt the shuddery little moans, he slowly pulled out of her anal canal. Slow, rhythmic pistoning pushed him in and out, and he felt the girl tense again as he slipped and slid to and fro in her body. But this time, it was a different tenseness. The first had been muscular due to fright, fear of the unknown.
This was a muscular tension, also, but far finer. This was generated by building sexual desires, needs, the powerful urge to have Bert wildly fuck her ass. Bert felt the stirrings in his loins as gentle feather-light touches, almost tickling. As the frequency and depth of penetration up Alana's carbon black posterior increased, the sensation began to resemble an itch that couldn't be scratched, an urgent need that was doomed to be unfulfilled.
Faster and faster, he pistoned into her hot, compressed anus and the feeling in him grew to larger and larger proportions "resembling that of having his genitals baked in a high temperature oven. Soon, he began to lose all conscious control of his body. His hips thrust wildly all by themselves, his brain was short circuited by runaway passion and lust for his lovely and willing black partner in this ass-fucking.
Bert abandoned himself totally to the prickly feeling in his groin. The flames of lust leaped and lapped up and down the length of his tool until his belly caught fire. The liquid, surging napalm of lust, exploded in his body and burned throughout his universe. It spread in an ever widening circle, centered in his balls, until finally his entire torso was engulfed. His brain was clouded and, as orgasm smashed through his mind he jetted tons of his fiery jism up Alana's ass.
Bert rocked and bucked and wantonly ground his crotch against the needy black rear. When Alana felt Bert climax, he was buried full length in her. She had been passionately moaning and biting her lower hp to keep from screaming out her desires for him.
As orgasm seized her body and blanketed out the world except for the flaming lance buried in her butt, she abandoned all attempt to restrain her cries. She screamed loud and long and felt the surging flood of orgasm crash through her body and impact in her head. A brilliant fireworks display ignited in her brain, and she was completely lost in the vastness of her climaxing body.
The winds of orgasm soon blew away, and the two were exhausted, satiated. Bert collapsed forward onto Alana and in a few minutes felt his cock deflate like a pricked balloon and slip out of her ass-hole amid a gush of his creamy come.
Alana gasped out, "You are a real stud, Bert! I've never had it up the ass before, but it was soooo good!" Her voice trailed off dreamily.
"I have a confession to make, Alana. I've never fucked anyone in the ass before." He sounded almost contrite, apologizing.
"Hell, man, you can fuck my ass any time you want! Now will you kindly get off me? In case you'd forgotten, we're supposed to be working."
"Working? Working? That what we are supposed to be doing? I guess I forgot when this black chick came in and wiggled her gorgeous ass at me."
Alana chuckled as she said, "You honkies always did go for a piece of black ass!"
"Shut up, bitch, or I just might take the whole thing instead of just a piece!"
"Promises, promises, promises!" she retorted.
Bert had always wanted to be an explorer searching out undiscovered lands. That night, with Alana, he discovered new vistas-and ones which were very close to home.
Chapter 3
Bert talked with Cruncher for a few minutes after school, then left his friend to speak with Alana when he spied the sexy black girl coming out of the building.