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"Goddess"
   by A. G. Thomas


As I watched George's wife from the corner of my eye I wished; oh
to hell with what I wished, cause there was no way it was going
to happen. But damn it she was one fine looking woman, and negro
or not, living in the south or not, if somehow I could get her in
bed I wouldn't give a shit what any of my redneck inbred fucking
friends said. But my chances of that happening were slim to none
as I was white; well not just white but ugly as well.

Some people say I reminded them of the big, dumb hillybilly
stereotype cast in movies and I guess in a way that does describe
how I look. I don't know why George even liked me, but I'm glad
he did because more then once he had stopped others from kicking
my ass, and not just negros, but white guys as well. And this is
how I pay him back, by fantasizing about fucking his wife. No,
not just fucking her but loving her, truly and madly loving her.

As I looked at my cards again and then doubled the bet, Latisha
bent over my shoulder, putting another beer beside me. Her small
firm tits brushed against my shoulder and her heady scent and
closeness made my nine inch cock jump to attention and all I
could think of was that I was glad no one could see under the
table. Stammering as I thanked her for the beer she playfully ran
her fingers through my shaggy close cropped hair and then in that
soft musical voice of hers while tracing her fingers along my
check she said I was welcome. George's sudden laughter startled
me, and blushing like a school kid who'd been caught looking up
some girls skirt, I felt like crawling under the table as he told
Latisha and everyone else that I had a crush on her. Telling him
to shut up I took a half-hearted swing at him, hoping like hell
no one had noticed that I hadn't denied it. George and everyone
else was laughing when she said how cute that was and that maybe
he'd pay a little more attention to her since another man found
her attractive, and then she lightly kissed my cheek.

A golden goddess. A 12 plus on a scale of 1 to 10 standing maybe
5 feet 7 inches and weighing around 105 pounds, with measurements
that I guessed to be 34-21-33. In my book a perfect figure and
the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm sure a lot of guys
probably thought she was skinny and small busted, but like I
said, to me she was the perfect woman. I know George was always
saying she wasn't breeding stock, too skinny. Breeding stock
needed meat on their bones, something to hold onto, whereas women
like his wife were for show.

Why did I say golden? Well, because her perfect, smooth skin was
a soft honey color, giving her more the appearance of a suntanned
white woman then a negress. A truly light complexion when
compared to others of her race. Somewhere in her family's past
there must have been a white person and possibly even more. God
she was beautiful, a body I could love and hold forever if given
half a chance. I tried to imagine how marvelous it would feel to
hold and fondle her, to have my lips on her tea cup size breasts
and to nibble on her nipples. But what really got to me was her
long shapely legs and her tight perfectly shaped ass. Oh sweet
Jesus, that really got to me. I would beat my meat for what
seemed like hours as dream-like visions of her with her long
shapely legs wrapped tightly about my waist bucked and twisted
beneath my sweaty overweight pale body. What I most often
fantasized about though, and what really got my nuts in an uproar
was her kneeling before me pleading for me to shove my cock in
her bung hole.

As the game ended and I was about to help my best friend and the
others straighten up, Latisha put her hand in mine asking if I'd
come to the kitchen and help her clean up the evenings mess.
Looking stupidly at George, he only chuckled, telling me to go
with my girlfriend and that he and the others would clean up. Her
fingers entwined with mine and her light voice urged me to
follow, saying she had something that needed my attention.

Once through the kitchen door I noticed it was spotless, nothing
out of place, and as the door closed behind us, I stood there
stupidly with my back against it, asking what needed my
attention, when she whimsically said she wanted to thank me for
being so sweet. As I stood there, bashful and stuttering, my mind
began to play tricks on me and instead of her telling me how
sweet I was, she instead had thrown her arms about my neck and
kissed me. Stunned I simply stood there as her lips met mine. But
as her tongue probed at my lips and then entered my mouth, I
began shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. As instinct took
over, my tongue lashed out to meet hers and for a moment, as our
mouths mashed together, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. My
hands, which had been on her waist, slowly rose and as they came
into contact with her pert small breasts my fingers began to
knead and caress her, to tweak her nipples into hard nubs of
arousal as from the other room muted laughter and voices came to
me and then I forgot all about my best friend and the others as
her soft moan of pleasure drowned everything else out. All too
quickly though, the vivid fantasy was over and as my eyes focused
on her standing before me saying something I'd not heard, let
alone even understood. She surprised me by rising up on her tip
toes and putting her lips to my ear. Her warm breath against my
ear as she whispered that she wanted, needed to see me, sent
shivers up my spine.

Dumbfounded, I stood looking into her eyes, searching for any ray
of mirth or hint that she was playing some game, teasing me with
promises of her company, but I saw none and then I stammered I'd
love nothing better. Opening the door she pushed me through,
loudly thanking me for being such a gentleman, while under her
breath she said she'd call me tomorrow. I could hardly sleep that
evening and by the morning I was a wreck. I looked even grubbier
then I normally did at work and George kept poking fun at me,
asking if I'd been out all night fucking around with Silvia, one
of the local whores, who if the truth had to be told, was the one
I spent most of my money on,.I guess you could say I was a steady
customer.

After work, instead of going out for a beer with the guys, I
rushed home thinking as I did so how stupid I was for thinking
that Latisha would bother with someone like me and if I could
have kicked myself in the ass I would have. As I entered my small
house the phone was ringing and thinking it might be George or
one of the others I picked it up saying I didn't feel like
partying and to stop bothering me. Slamming the phone down I went
into the bathroom where just as I had removed my clothes and was
stepping into the shower the phone began ringing again and as I
hurried into the living room to answer I was really pissed. As I
picked it up I thought whoever it had been had hung up as there
was only silence but just as I was about to slam the phone down
thinking the guys were playing games I heard soft breathing.
Latisha.

As I stood there naked, hanging onto the phone as if it were a
life line and breathing as if I'd run 10 miles, her soft musical
voice asked why I'd hung up on her and then she was telling me
she was right outside and to let her in. Forgetting that I hadn't
a stitch on, was all sweaty and smelly from a hard day of work
and not even thinking that hearing her voice had given me a
raging hard on I strode to the door throwing it open just as she
lightly tapped on it.

God she was beautiful. She was wearing a dress I'd only seen her
in once before and one that when she'd worn it I couldn't keep my
eyes off her, one that I'd told her I really liked. It was a
short little thing, bright red in color with hardly enough
material to be classified a dress. It was one of those off the
shoulder things that was form fitted and tight over her breasts,
small waist and full hips with a non existing back that if it
hadn't started up again at her waist you could have seen her firm
buttocks. It flared ever so slightly around a hem that just
barely covered the tops of her stockings which I assumed was to
allow her easy movement when she walked the whole of which to my
eyes though gave her a doll like appearance. All of this I took
in an instant but then the wide eyed look of astonishment on her
face and then her nervous giggle brought me back to my senses and
I tried vainly to cover myself without much luck while stammering
I was sorry.

Stepping inside she closed the door and then to my surprise she
pulled my hands aside pressing her body to mine huskily
whispering that she could see I was glad to see her. I tried to
tell her I was hot and sweaty, that I needed a shower, but her
lips against mine silenced me.

She tasted and smelled like honey suckle and my mind swam with
heady thoughts of sex as I held her tightly kissing and fondling
her and before I realized it had happened I had picked her up and
carried her to my bed where a heart beat later and with soft
whimpering words of encouragement and need from her I had
stripped the skimpy dress from her. With but the sheerest of bra
and bikini panties covering her she lay back stretching
seductively as I sat on the edge of the bed looking at her and
hardly believing in my good fortune. A soft hand touched my naked
thigh and then her fingers closed, or tried to, around my pulsing
manhood and despite wanting nothing better then to climb atop her
I came to my senses enough to tell her I needed a shower. But her
only answer was to squeeze me tighter and then to twist about on
the bed till her face was inches from my crotch.

Soft mummers that I smelled just fine, that I smelled like a man
went almost unrecognized as her tongue flicked out lightly
touching the tip of my prick. Her warm breath felt like a heat
wave on my dick and balls and I swear I grew another inch both in
length and girth and then her lips pressed against the tip of my
dick kissing it as her tongue tickled and probed at my piss slit.
Her hand had never left my prick and now as her other began
caressesing my testicles it squeezed and stroked my cock like a
farmers would if he were milking a cow.

Mesmerized I watched as her lips parted and then closed over the
thick knob of my cock. Rising to her knees she bent over me
rolling my heavy balls in her fingers while continuing to stroke
and massage my dick as she slowly began bobbing her head and
purring softly taking another inch or so between her lips.
Brushing her hair aside so I could see her pretty face better as
she worked and slaved over my dick I almost shot my wad as her
soft red lips met her hand but then she removed it allowing her
unhampered freedom to my dick and the unbelievable possibility
that she would deep throat me. Her face turned slightly and her
eyes twinkling like two stars looked into mine as soft mumbled
words I couldn't understand came from her cock stuffed mouth. An
inch and then another two disappeared between her lips as she
continued to stare into my eyes, her mumbling becoming louder,
more insistent and her back arched and she wiggled about and
suddenly I knew what she wanted. With trembling fingers I
unsnapped her bra freeing her tits and then my fingers were
rolling, pinching and stretching her nipples drawing sighs of
contentment from her.

Throwing my head back I moaned loudly. Our moans of pleasure
becoming as one as my buttocks began bouncing slightly from the
bed pushing an inch and then another between her tightly clasping
lips. Gagging sounds were coming from her cock stuffed mouth and
though I wanted desperately to grab her head pushing downward
while at the same time lunging upward thereby burying every last
inch of my raging hard on into her throat I didn't.  Instead I
slowly pulled her face from my crotch and gently laid her on her
back. With my dick swaying about looking for all the world like a
tree limb I rose and then slowly climbed onto the bed gazing with
rapture at her perfect body while she with a smile pushed her
almost nonexistent panties from her hips and then held her arms
up and apart welcoming me. As her legs parted and then entwined
about me my dick slowly ever so slowly sank into her hot
welcoming pussy.

Words of love and of the need for a strong man tickled my ear and
then I began moving, rocking and grinding against her thin
delicate body while she in return arched her back bucking upwards
to met my every slow thrust. My own words of love and promised
fidelity mixed with hers almost like a song as together and as
one we humped faster and harder against each other until in a
blinding white flash in combination with her scream of ecstasy my
testicles erupted like a volcano sending my cum rushing like lava
through my pulsing cock to flood her insides. For an eternity we
held each other whispering words of love and then twice more
before she had to go home we made love. That was several years
and many secret rendezvous ago and though I still think of George
as my best friend and continue to visit his house for the monthly
card games. That's not the only reason I go. You see there are
three wonderful children who in every way are the spitting image
of their beautiful mother and who bring a smile to my lips every
time I see them.


                          -- The End --


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