"I suppose you heard about Robert Newman," Gilda said to the others, coming in late. "I heard it on the radio in the car on my way over here."
"No, what?" Jennifer replied.
"His doctor has told him to take off from the movies indefinitely."
"How come?" Kimberly said, trying to keep a straight face.
"They say he's developed some sort of throat infection from working so hard," Gilda said.
"A throat infection?" Kitty said incredulously. "What's that got to do with what really happened to him?"
"It seems that his magnificent voice – you know the one that's knocked all those leading ladies off their feet and made him the idol of millions…"
"Yeah, Gilda, I know the voice," Jennifer interrupted.
"Well, that very same voice has mysteriously changed. I imagine he sounds like a kid whose voice is changing," Gilda said.
"Gosh, I wonder how that could have happened?" Kimberly laughed.
The others laughed in unison. However, the laughter soon ceased. It was time to begin planning a new strike.
Standing in the middle of the room, Kimberly faced Kitty and said, "Now it's your turn."
"You got any ideas who it's gonna be?" Kitty replied. "I'd dearly love to sock it to a white man, considering all the shit they done to me."
"I think I've got something even more satisfying for you," Kimberly said with a look of complete assurance on her face.
"Shit, what could be better than me gettin' the best of a white man?"
"Only one thing."
"What's that?"
"A white nigger," Kimberly said dourly.
"A what?" Gilda said, obviously puzzled. "You explain, Kitty," Kimberly said.
"She talkin' about a blood that don't wanna be no blood, so he spends all his time trying to be like he was white."
"Oh, you mean somebody who tries to pass off for white," Jennifer said.
"Not exactly," Kitty said. "Sure, there's plenty with light skin who try that, but the kinda man I'm talkin' about might be black as the ace of spades. Instead of tryin' to pass, he tries to pretend it don't make no difference he's a nigger and spends all his time doin' what the honkies want him to do."
"Well, give me an example," Gilda said.
"The Reverend Simon Peter Washington," Kitty said distastefully. "You know, the so-called civil rights leader who spends most of his time going where white folks want him to go trying to keep the niggers down and in their place. His message is always the same: Wait and take it easy. Which translated means: Keep takin' the white man's shit, while, meanwhile, Simon Peter Washington wears $300 suits and drives around in an air-conditioned Lincoln Continental." Claudell Ranforan was angry, the cords standing out on his thick bull neck. He was so pissed off that his face would have been bright red if his skin weren't the color of anthracite coal.
The white man in front of him was trying to jive him as far as Ranforan was concerned, and he didn't have the time or patience for it.
"Listen, you tight-ass Woody Woodpecker cocksucker," Ranforan said to the astonished white man. "I don't care what kinda plans you done made. You either meet our demands or you can fuck your Goddamn award along with your mama."
"But… but…" the white man stammered, a stooped, gay-haired gentleman named Winston Pendleton who had devoted his life to humanitarian causes because he was born rich and could afford to do that instead of working for a living in a car wash somewhere as Claudell Ranforan had done before Reverend Washington had picked him up.
Pendleton pulled his quavering voice together and said: "The United Humanitarian League has been pointing to this event all year. We assumed Reverend Washington would be honored to be the first recipient of our Brotherhood Award."
"He'll be glad to take the trophy off your hands," Ranforan said, "because, shrewd cat that he is, he understands it's good for the movement. And what's good for the movement is good for him. He's willing to do you the favor of showing up – but just remember, it's a favor, because he's a lot bigger than you dudes, and you need him more than he needs you. You dig, whitey?"
"Are you sure I can't talk to Dr. Washington himself?" Pendleton pleaded. "If only I could talk to him in person I'm sure he'd understand."
"You can talk to me," Ranforan said arrogantly. "I'm his right-hand man. I take care of all his business. You try and get past me and he'll be pissed and probably tell you what you can do with your Goddamn Brotherhood Award."
Pendleton fidgeted. "Well, after all the time and money and effort we've put into this award it would be a disaster if he decided not to show up."
"Now you bein' sensible," Ranforan said.
"Tell me again what exactly it is that Reverend Washington wants."
"Cunt, and plenty of it," Ranforan said with a gold-toothed leer. "I already done made that clear to you. Before Reverend Washington accepts this jerk-off award he wants to spend the night knee-deep in pussy. Young, tight pussy."
"All right," Pendleton mumbled meekly. "I'll see what I can do."
"Have your cunt there at eight tonight or you might as well give your award to the Grand Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan," Ranforan sneered, and then turned around and walked away from the troubled Pendleton.
Pendleton didn't want to give in to Ranforan's demands, but he realized that if he didn't all of his work on behalf of the United Humanitarian League would end in a disgraceful shambles. He needed to find some girls, or at least one girl, for Washington. He walked over and sat down in a chair, holding his head in his hands, wondering what he should do.
Moments later he sensed somebody was standing in front of him and looked up to see The League's new volunteer standing before him.
"Oh, I didn't see you there at first, Miss Jackson," Pendleton said. "Is there something I can do for you?"
"Call me Kitty," she said.
"Okay, Kitty. Can I help you?"
"No, I'm all right, Mr. Pendleton," Kitty said. "It's just that I saw you, well, if you'll pardon my frankness, arguing over there with Mr. Ranforan, and now you're sitting here looking depressed. I thought maybe I could help out."
He looked up at her, anxiety creasing his face, and finally said in a weary voice, "How old are you, Kitty?"
"Twenty-one," she lied.
"I guess you're old enough to hear this."
"What is it, sir?" she said.
"The Reverend Washington… Uh, well, his assistant, Mr. Ranforan… Well it seems there's more to Reverend Washington than meets the eye. Mr. Ranforan tells me that Reverend Washington won't appear to accept our Brotherhood Award unless we meet certain demands."
"Really?" Kitty said, opening her eyes wide. "That would be terrible. The League is counting on him. What does he want? Maybe you should try and get it for him."
Pendleton sighed. "The problem is in the nature of Reverend Washington's request – it's most irregular."
"What is it?" Kitty asked.
"I don't want to shock you," Pendleton said. "But he won't appear for the award unless we send him some… girls."
Kitty pretended to be shocked, then she smiled. "Maybe I can help you," she said.
"But…" Pendleton gasped, astonished.
She laughed. "No, no, I won't go up there myself," she lied, "but I can call around and dig something up."
"You really think you can do that?" Pendleton asked in wonder.
"Sure," she said. "It's not the most pleasant thing in the world, but if it'll help the…"
"It will, it will," Pendleton said anxiously, his voice wavering, as he got up and took her hands in his. "The League will always be grateful for this, Miss Jackson, I promise you."
Kitty took one last look at herself in the mirror and decided that the way she looked would more than do. The nipples of her bra-less tits pushed through the sheer fabric of her blouse, inviting a hand to rub across them just to see if they were really as hard as they seemed. Her short skirt was the only covering over her freshly perfumed body.
As she walked away from the mirror, she looked over her shoulder and saw the cheeks of her ass straining provocatively against the clinging fabric of her skirt, their sensuous rolling movement clearly apparent as she walked. Any man who saw her would immediately have only two things on his mind: sucking and fucking. Of that she was pro enough to be sure.
Leaving the apartment and walking down the stairs, the cool night air coming in from the street and up the stairwell whooshed up between her legs, causing her cunt to ripple with anticipation.
Kitty wasn't nearly so naive and innocent as Pendleton, of course; so, naturally, Washington's desire for strange pussy didn't surprise her. There had been rumors in the ghetto for years that Washington liked young pussy while his wife, a sort of black Eleanor Roosevelt, was traipsing around on her own on the opposite side of the country.
An hour later Kitty found herself facing the Reverend Washington's hotel-room door. She knocked.
As she waited for an answer, she could feel her nipples becoming hard and her pussy tightening as she prepared herself to swing into action. She didn't have to wait long.
The door opened and a huge, coal-black man stood in front of her. Even though he was clad only in a dressing gown, she recognized Reverend Washington immediately from his pictures, which were plastered all over every place, including the cover of Time magazine at least three times.
"Are you from Pendleton?" he said in the sonorous drawl that had made his sermons famous.
"Yes," she said, cocking a hip provocatively toward him.
"Are you all he sent? When I say I want pussy, I want acres of it… a whole plantation of it, heh, heh."
Without batting an eyelash, Kitty replied, "I'm sure that's what you're used to 'cause you ain't never been sucked up in a pussy like mine. With me, one cunt's more than you can handle." Kitty walked sensuously into the room.
"I don't know," he said. "No one cunt's been able to satisfy me yet."
"Try me," she said as she closed the distance between them. With a practiced hand, she slid her fingers under the flap of his gown and wrapped them around his prick.
Kitty was shocked when her fingers were unable to encircle the shaft of his cock.
Reverend Washington had an enormous prick hanging between his legs – except that now it wasn't hanging, but sticking straight out, how far Kitty could only guess. Her fingers slid from the root of his pulsating cock along the steel-hard shaft, moving bit by bit, encountering inches of throbbing, thick cockshaft. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she felt the huge knob of the end of his cock swelling beneath her trembling fingers, and she realized that the prick she was holding was at least a foot long, bigger than anything she had ever handled. Kitty murmured throatily to Washington, "Let's go inside and get a better look at this."
Retaining her grasp on the monster cock, Kitty pushed them both inside and kicked the door closed.
Kitty lost no time in untying the sash of the robe and watching the enormous prick spring out at her, a terrifying black monstrosity as it twitched menacingly, apparently defying the law of gravity as it was suspended from Washington's body.
Sliding her hand slowly back and forth along the shaft of Washington's massive pole, Kitty tried to cup his balls in her other hand, but they were so enormous that it was impossible for her to hold both of them at the same time. They each seemed to weigh a pound and were as big as baseballs as she fondled his nuts with disbelief. She noticed that his cock seemed to swell even more as she squeezed his balls.
Kitty couldn't help the sensations she was experiencing from handling the biggest, blackest cock she had ever seen. Her pussy, bare beneath her skirt, was foaming furiously, spewing out thick, dripping juice.
When Washington leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I'll bet you've never had a cock like mine up your cunt," she could feel the discharge of her cuntjuice starting to run down the inside of her leg.
As the cuntjuice oozed down her leg, Kitty could feel his gaze on her crotch. Then she felt his hand sliding up her moist thigh and cupping her dripping pussy as she spread her legs apart, enabling his fingers to fondle her cunt.
Kitty moaned as she felt him slide his fingers back and forth across her pussy, slowly inserting one between her slick cuntlips.
Reverend Washington began to finger-fuck her. He leaned over from the top and began sucking one of her nipples right through the cloth of her blouse, quickly drenching the flimsy fabric so that the erection of her breast stood out as though her tit were bare.
Feeling a warm pulling sensation in her pussy, Kitty had no alternative but to hold onto his gigantic cock for dear life.
"Heh, heh, heh," he laughed as his fingers continued to fuck her cunt. "I can tell by finger-fucking you that your pussy will never be able to take my cock. I'm going to love splitting your pretty little pussy wide open like a watermelon with my foot-long cock."
This was the biggest, hardest, blackest cock Kitty had ever seen, or was ever likely to see again, and not wanting to pass up the experience of a lifetime, she dropped to her knees. Before he could say anything, Kitty grabbed his huge prick, holding it around the sides with both hands. She slipped her mouth over the massive head, running her tongue all the way back to and around the flange as she shuddered with disbelief at the size of the battering ram trying to fill her mouth.
As she lapped away at the head of Washington's cock, Kitty couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he insisted on shoving his whole prick into her mouth. She soon found out as he placed his powerful hands behind her head and then pulled it toward his thrusting crotch. He was too strong for Kitty to resist, and all of a sudden she felt the unbelievable pressure of his monster prick piledriving into her mouth, the head going so deep into her gasping throat she wandered if it would penetrate her stomach.
Kitty moved her head from side to side, trying to dislodge the prick. Her air supply was cut off and she imagined that she would choke to death from being fucked in the mouth if Washington didn't stop.
His cock made wet, sucking sounds as it pumped up and down her throat, his balls thudding heavily against her chin, the primitive scent of his loins filling her nostrils. He was a superman when it came to his cock and balls.
Suddenly an unbelievably hot load of cum filled her mouth. The cock inside her mouth was so huge there was no place for the cum, and rivers of sperm immediately ran down her stomach. The sperm spurted out of the corners of her mouth, sticky gobs of cum choking her nasal passages and affecting her breathing.
As abruptly as he had come, Washington pulled his cock out of her mouth. Kitty coughed to regain her breath, a spray of semen spewing from her mouth and nose as she gasped for air. But, as she reeled, she noticed something which shocked her even more. Despite the massive ejaculation he had just had in her mouth, Washington's prick was sticking out more erect than before.
"Heh, heh," he laughed lewdly. "Surprised, aren't you? I thrive on this. The more fucking I get, the more I want. A prick like mine has to come two or three times before it's shot its full load. Now let's see that tight little pussy of yours, we've got some boss fucking to do."
Kitty's senses reeled, caused by the pounding ejaculation she had just absorbed and from the ominous sight of Washington's gigantic black cock still standing out like a flagpole. Before she had a chance to collect her wits, Washington dropped to the floor beside her, his huge prick bumping against her arms and tits. He mauled her with his rough hands, his thick, wet tongue drooling all over her as he smeared her body with sloppy kisses.
Washington tore off Kitty's blouse as though it were made of toilet paper, leaving her bare tits heaving in the air, her nipples sticking out a full inch from her bobbing tits.
Washington's tongue covered her nipples with saliva, bathing them in wet spit as his hungry mouth consumed her tits.
As he sucked her tits, his hand dropped between Kitty's legs. But instead of rubbing her clit or finger-fucking her, he went much further. Obviously preparing her cunt for the eventual entrance of his gigantic prick, he balled his fist, and, after briefly rubbing his knuckles against her dripping pussy lips for lubrication, began easing the massive ball into her pussy.
Kitty writhed in agony. The part of her that was still conscious tried to maneuver away from the dark, alien force ravaging her tits and cunt, but the delirious part craved more and more stimulation, seeking the powerful force stretching up her cunt.
As Washington's knuckles ground against the opening of her cervix, the last vestiges of Kitty's self-control were overcome, she cried out, "Oh, God, fuck me! I can't wait! Ram that monster prick up my pussy! I don't care if you split me in two! I've got to have it!"
Kitty could feel the fist popping out of her cunt, her pussy lips smacking together wetly. He rolled on top of her and she moaned in his ear. She felt the pulsing cockhead shoving at the entrance of her cunt, demanding entrance to her wet pussy.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me, you big black nigger, fuck me good!"
The big black cock began to slip slowly into her pussy, the lips of her cunt stretching. But just having the enormous knot of Washington's cockhead inside her pussy wasn't enough for the sex-crazed Kitty. Now, she wanted more prick inside of her.
Impulsively she reached down between her thighs and grabbed the shaft of Washington's enormous prick with her hands and took charge of its penetration, pulling it into her cock-starved cunt as she slammed her crotch down on his thrusting loins. The massive cock slid up her fucking canal as her groin collided against Washington's egg-sized balls. The fucking she was receiving caused Kitty to open her mouth in agonized ecstasy and cry out, "FUCK," in a high-pitched moan.
"Scream, baby, scream," Washington panted.
"After I'm finished with you, your cunt ain't never gonna be good for nothin' because it'll be so stretched out of shape by my cock."
Without missing a stroke, he placed his hands under Kitty's legs and pushed them up to her shoulders, getting on his knees between them and fucking his prick into her.
The action of his cock pumping in and out of her stretching, pulsing, slobbering curd was fully visible to Kitty as her pussy became swollen and distended from the merciless battering it was receiving.
Kitty was in the middle of an intense orgasm. It was so intense she thought she was dying at first, but then realized that the sensations in her cunt were taking over her body as it was fucked and fucked by the huge cock.
So wrapped up was she in her ecstasy that at first Kitty didn't realize that Washington was pulling his cock out. It wasn't until the head of his prick was sliding out past her stretched cuntlips that she realized he was out of her cunt and commanding menacingly, "Get yourself off the floor and over that chair. I'm going to fuck you like a dog."
Kitty was too weak to move, too overcome by being fucked by Washington's prick to do as he ordered. Her crotch and cunt were a combined mass of excruciating pain and overpowering ecstasy.
His patience quickly exhausted, Washington picked her up and threw her against the wall, pussy juice dribbling from her cunt as she reeled across the room.
As she started to slide to the floor, gasping for breath, still wondering what had happened to the cock that had been driving her insane, Washington broke her fall by thrusting a chair in front of her, and she draped, panting and dizzy, over it.
Suddenly Kitty's consciousness was temporarily restored by an intense pain shooting into her cunt. Washington was slamming his cock into Kitty's abused cunt, her pussy lips hanging agape and her cunt canal open as wide as a tunnel.
"Oh, Jesus!" she screamed. "You're going to tear me in two!"
"That's what it's all about, baby," Washington said. Her contracting pussy created a sloshing noise as he rammed in and out of her besieged cunt. Then after a series of piledriving strokes into her cunt, he I gave a mighty thrust.
Kitty could feel her pussy stretched to such proportions that her womb seemed to be crammed up her throat. She yelled in agony as she felt Washington's scalding cum spurt up her pussy. Instantly sperm began oozing out of her pussy. Washington's sperm ran down her leg as Kitty experienced another unbelievable orgasm, her senses reeling.
Washington pulled out and spun Kitty around off the chair. She was so weak that she crumpled immediately to the floor. Hovering over her, his big black cock blotting out everything else in her eyes, he continued to ejaculate his load of semen, coming in repeated spurts in her face.
Kitty was shocked. She was instantly startled back into full, crystal-clear consciousness. Looming above her was Washington, and between his legs his monster cock jutted out as hard and massive as ever, ready to fuck some more. The impact of seeing his insatiable prick was so great that the seriousness of her dilemma came back to Kitty and she screamed for all she was worth, "Kimberly! Jennifer! Gilda! Where are you? This nigger's gonna kill me!"
But there was no answer. Kitty called again, and her sudden return to alertness took Washington by surprise. He was confused and momentarily retreated.
Kitty overcame her exhaustion enough to lift herself up from the floor and actually stand upright under her own power.
When he saw Kitty rising from the floor, naked, brutalized, bruised, caked with drying semen, Washington was more than just stunned, he was devastated.
Suddenly, the huge prick, which had looked as though it would remain in a state of pulverizing erection until he had fucked Kitty to death, fell flaccidly to his loins as though somebody had discovered a secret valve and released the air from inside of it.
Kitty stumbled toward Washington, fearless now that she had control of herself.
In his confusion, Washington slumped backward, tripping over the chair he had used to fuck Kitty on, and crashing to the floor, landing on his black ass, his giant balls and prick flying up into the air. His confusion and his fall gave Kitty the opportunity she was looking for. She closed the distance between them and grabbed the chair, summoning up strength she didn't know she had and slamming it dead center between his eyes, instantly separating him from his consciousness. Blood shot from his forehead. This was what she was waiting for, whether the others were here or not. She stood directly over him, straddling her legs over his face. She flexed her knees, lowering the sopping bush of her pussy closer to his face, flexing her pelvis enough so she had a perfect aim for what she was going to do.
Her cunt was gaping wide open now, a golden stream of steaming piss jetted out, splattering hotly against Washington's bloody face, vapor rising in the air from the impact of the hot piss against his sweating face.
On and on the yellow stream went as it cascaded from Kitty's cunt and splashed across Washington's face, surprising even Kitty with its pressure and amount. Finally the stream slowed to a trickle, drops of urine clinging to her bush and running down her leg. Never had Kitty felt so satisfied.
She squeezed off the last drop of piss and watched it land on Washington's face. She felt a cuntal contraction and was carried away into spasms of ecstasy as her reeling senses told her that she was coming.
A wave of tiredness came over Kitty as her orgasmic shuddering finally tailed off, and she staggered over to a sofa where she dropped like a sack of potatoes and closed her eyes and caught her breath.
At first the only thing Kitty was aware of was her own labored breathing, but gradually she became aware of something else – a tapping from the front door.
She opened her eyes and looked in that direction to see what it was, but could detect nothing out of the ordinary. Still, the noise continued, and as Kitty looked again, she saw the doorknob turning and realized somebody was on the other side and had been tinkering with the lock.
She was wide-eyed now as the doorknob turned and the door creaked open.
"Kitty," a voice called. "Are you all right?"
"Kimberly…? Is that you?" Kitty replied. "I'm in here."
Kimberly, Jennifer and Gilda came into the room and walked briskly to where Kitty was draped across the sofa, Kimberly exclaiming, "Are you all right?"
Kitty sprawled naked on the couch, too tired to keep her legs together, her cruelly abused cunt open and drooling the last vestiges of Washington's cum, staining the covering of the sofa darkly.
"Oh, God, honey," Kimberly said, rushing to Kitty and holding her tightly. "We came too late…"
"What happened… where've you been?" Kitty gasped.
"There were no windows, and the place was crawling with police," Jennifer said.
"There was a threat on Washington's life," Gilda added.
"We had to sneak by the police and get up the stairs the back way," Kimberly continued. "When we finally got up here, the door was too thick to break down and we had to jimmy the lock. God, Kitty, I'm sorry we're late, but we got here as fast as we could. What about Washington?"
Suddenly, although she looked as though she had been ravaged by an entire army, a smile split Kitty's face, and she pointed over to the far corner of the room. For the first time the others noticed Washington lying there, crumpled in a heap, a mixture of blood and urine glistening on his broad, black face.
"Jesus Christ, what happened to him?" Jennifer said in wonder.
"I pissed on him," Kitty said with a silly grin on her face. Then the effort of staying conscious finally being too much for her, she collapsed into a smiling heap in Kimberly's arms.
"I'm not sure what went on here," Kimberly said, setting Kitty down gently, and getting up to join the others, "but it's up to us to give it an ending worthy of what Kitty had to go through. Do you know what I mean?"
"I sure do," Jennifer said, reaching into her purse and extracting a small, red sphere with a short piece of string emerging from it.
Taking the red sphere from Jennifer, Kimberly said, "You two turn him over and I'll take care of the rest."
Gilda and Jennifer walked over to Washington and got down on their knees to get a grip on his naked body, momentarily stopping to look in wonder at his enormous cock.
"God," Gilda muttered, "If Robert Newman had his prick, he'd own the world."
They rolled Washington over into a prone position, his big black ass sloping upward in the air. Jennifer took hold of one side of his ass and Gilda the other as they spread his cheeks, revealing his asshole.
Kimberly stepped between the V of Washington's splayed legs as she moved her hand to his exposed anus. Expertly, she passed her hand between his parted cheeks and inserted the red sphere in his asshole, burying it in the clutching orifice until the only trace of it was the tiny piece of string that poked about an inch out of the opening.
As if it were a routine medical procedure, Kimberly struck a match and casually set fire to the piece of string emerging from Washington's asshole. Then she straightened up and backed away from the well of his legs, making it all the way to the wall on the other side of the room as Jennifer and Gilda let go of his cheeks and spread out in opposite directions. They all had an excellent view when, seconds later, the sputtering flame Kimberly had ignited vanished momentarily into Washington's anus.
Suddenly a muffled explosion and sparks came shooting from his ass, the air filling with the acrid stench of charred flesh.
Watching Washington twitch like an enormous marionette whose strings had been mixed up, a welter of fresh blood oozing from his charred ass, Kimberly said to the others, "I guess I'll have to get myself another cherry bomb for the Fourth of July."