And I did sing in the choir, till one day the choir-master pulled up his robe when we were alone after rehearsal and he told me the Lord said to him that it was time to teach little Frieda about love. He pulled out his long black shaft and told me to get on my knees and pray. I prayed, all right, with that thing down my throat, till he shot so much jism in my throat, I thought I'd pass out right there in the church! That was the night I got religion! And that was the night I realized I had better get outta Alabama, cause singing in the choir was no good for this girl any more!
So here I am in Chicago, and Honky keeps me and makes me his woman and loves me, and life is easy, you know? I got my music, I got my books, I got my dope and my man's cock. What more can a girl ask? If you ask me, baby, that's soul! One crazy nigger, he says to me once, "Frieda, baby, you got soul!"
I say, "How come you say that, Bernard? You flying – on mescaline again?"
"Frieda baby," he shouts like I was ten miles away, "Honky tells me how you suck the livin' devil outta his cock and a chick who do that, she's got soul!"
I got soul, and don't you forget it. Anyway, I'm using all the soul I can muster up as I let my dress slip down, down, down, till the hairs on my pussy show. Then I take a deep breath and hold it in and give a big bump with my hips and the dress slides down to the floor and I stand there, flash in my pussy in all its glory, right in front of my baby-man.
He's going crazy, nuts, bananas. He's rubbing his cock so hard I think his pants are going to give out!
"You gonna suck me, Frieda honey, sugar?"
"Why Honky, how dare you suggest something so awful? I'm just dancing." I'm all innocence now.
"Frieda honey, I got something for you I think you're gonna like… far far fucking out."
He's zonked and I love it. He throws his head back and opens the silver buttons on his fly – he's a fantastic dresser, Honky – and then undoes his belt. All the time I'm still standing there naked, just moving my hips with my feet planted on the floor. I'm listening to Aretha and watching my man and having a hell of a time!
All of a sudden I see it. The light from the candles make it shine, glow. It's almost eleven inches long, and so thick I've never been able to put my hand around it all the way. He's holding it by the base, waving it in the air, flopping it around. I look down and put my hand to my mouth, pretending to be offended by such a sight.
"Baby, it wants you."
I just bat my eyes and place one hand on my pussy. "It wants to go in me, here?" I ask, rubbing my fingers over my slit.
"Let me tell you something, girl, you're just gonna get down on your knees and suck it hard, you hear?" He's really excited now, and he starts pulling his pants down to his ankles. I kneel down and unzip his white and black checkered boots with real tall heels. He kicks them off as I lean back and soon his pants are off and he's sitting there in a tight shirt and his sox.
I run my fingers up his hairy legs and stop just under his balls. Honky has two nuts to match his cock – incredible! Once my girl friend Bernice was staying with us and she walked in the bedroom when Honky was fucking my mouth and she saw it from behind. He was going at it like wildfire, and she said his balls were banging against my chin like those big balls they use to knock buildings down with, the kind that swing from a crane. Well, shit, man, his balls swing from his crotch, but they easily could knock down any building! He could raze the entire city of Chicago in twenty minutes if he'd just spread his legs and let them go!
"Wheee!" I'm getting carried away. Anyhow, I played with him like that, getting him all excited as he began smoking another joint. Oh shit, man, listen to me! I'm telling it like a story from yesterday, and I want it to be happening for you now!
So, Honky spreads his legs wide and moves his ass down in the chair some more till his balls hang over the edge of the cushion. I take them in my hand and look up at his cock, and see it lying against his stomach. He is in another world, puffing on his joint, putting all his feeling and soul into the place I'm at – in his balls and cock and tight asshole.
And man, I'm so excited I think I'm gonna cream right there on the floor. My pussy is dripping already, I can feel it. I touch it with my fingers and resist fucking myself 'cause I know I'll come easily and I wanna save that moment for my man, 'cause he loves to finger me when he shoots in my mouth.
So Honky puts his arms out over the top of the couch and lets me go to town; and baby, I'm going to the fucking moon down there, let me tell you! I start licking his balls, like a little dog, you know? I do it with long, even strokes, running the entire length of my tongue over each globe, stopping just at the bottom of his thick cock. Then I kiss each one, taking turns, until I start drawing each one into my lips a little.
"Baby, oh baby," my baby-man says. His cock looks like it's gonna explode right now! He's flying in the stars, and I'm doing it to him, and the feeling is far out, really far out! There ain't nothin' like it!
I suck on one of his balls and then open my mouth real wide and pull them both in. It isn't easy, cause they're so big, but I can do it. I've had enough practice. He loves it. He starts moaning like a baby – that's why I can him my baby-man, 'cause he's such a big stud and when I have him under my sexual power he's just a baby – and I suck his nuts in and out, driving him out of his ever-loving black mind!
Then I pull my lips away and roll his balls in my fingertips, caressing them. Because they're so wet with my saliva, they move easily. The hairs – man, he's a hairy motherfucker! – are rough and thick. I pull them and twist them. He moans and sighs and moves his ass cheeks deeper into the couch. I know he wants me on his dick, but I'm gonna let him beg for it…
I move my pussy against his leg and he feels the hair. He lifts his foot and I can feel the bone of his leg cutting against my cunt lips, pushing them open. My juices make his leg wet and he pulls up so his sock touches my cunt, and it dries my thighs a little. That does more to me and I feel even more excited. I can't stand it. I gotta have his dick in my lips.
"Honey baby, your pussy's drippin' all over the rug…" he whispers, smiling.
"Don't you worry about that none, the rug's already fulla your jism."
He smiles some more and reaches down and grabs the base of his cock with his right hand. He lifts it off his belly and holds it up in the air. "Come on, honey, suck this beautiful dick…"
He knows he's got the best-lookin' black dick in all Chicago. He's the biggest stud I've ever seen and I'm always amazed that I'm his woman. Everyone wants him, everyone wants to fuck with him. But what they don't know is he likes getting sucked more than anything, and I'm the best blow job in the Goddamned world.
And I'm gonna give it to him. He holds his cock there as I move closer to it. My nipples brush against his thighs and I press down so his balls are between them, between my tits. He gasps and moves his cockhead – it's huge, bigger and rounder than you could imagine – against me and I lift my head so it touches under my neck. He squirms and then drops it and moves his hands back to the top of the couch.
Then I bring my fingers up and start caressing that gorgeous tool. Man, it's big. I've never seen another guy quite so big – well, that's not true. I've sucked a few black studs who were just about as big, I guess. But I've never met a white guy with a cock like Honky's. They say black meat is the best, and they sure as hell know what the fuck they're talking about! I'll suck a white cock anytime if I like the guy, but baby, it'll never come near satisfying me like a big thick black dick will. I think it's what I'm on this earth for. That's why I got my little ass out of Alabama. Those Southern niggers are too up tight, too afraid, George Wallace and all that shit and memories of the whole slave number. Us Northern cats are okay, in tune, together. We get our pussies out and our cocks out and we do it. Down South, they just talk about it and then go through a guilt trip about the past. Fuck the past. We live for now!