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  Her Loving Black Mistress

  by Jane Dawson

  ### YJ-422 ###

  Year of release unknown

  Table of Contents

  FOREWORD

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  FOREWORD

  Diana felt carried away by the beautiful black woman's soft, pulsating voice. Never before in her life had she felt so complete and alive. Her whole body tingled under the short, thin gown she was wearing. She yearned to remove it and press her soft, young white flesh to the woman's enticing loins.

  She moaned as she stood before the altar, quivering with need and anticipation. Her eyes swept over the room and quickly returned to the black woman who was approaching her, naked and gleaming in the light of the candles.

  "You have become my slave," the woman was whispering in a low, seductive voice. "You wish only to do my bidding, to make me happy, is that not true?"

  "Yes, yes, Lamia," moaned Diana, her loins on fire with wanting. "I need you so much! You're the only thing that matters to me now!"

  She could not help but drop her hands and begin to caress her aching pussy mound. Her cunt was on fire with lust and she almost could not stand she felt so weak and hungry for the touch of the woman's hand. Ever since that first time it was as if her body had a will of its own and all it wanted was the aching, loving caress of Lamia's strong, black hands.

  The tall, beautiful black woman laughed in a deep voice. "Tell me how much you need me," she hissed passionately. "Tell me how much you yearn for my favors!"

  Diana slipped to her knees and threw her arms around the woman's warm, black thighs. She pressed her face against the hot, damp cunt that had enraptured her and kissed it hungrily.

  "Ohhh, Lamia, Lamia, I will do anything for you, anything," she gasped, mashing her luscious, moist lips against the hot cunt petals of the woman's magnificent womb. "Just please, please love me as only you can! Please, please love me!"

  Lamia put her hand on the teenager's head and slithered her fingers back and forth through her long, blonde hair. "I will, I will," she cooed seductively. "I will, I will..."

  CHAPTER ONE

  For some young people in the late seventies, college is a bore. It's a place to pass the time before having to assume the responsibilities of adulthood, a way to put off dealing with the real world for awhile.

  For others, it is one more step along the way to whatever goal they have set for themselves. It is a place where you work hard and get ahead, each grade as important as anything you have ever done.

  For some, however, college is still the strange and wonderful experience of learning, making new friends and growing up knowing more than you ever thought you would know. It's a place where you have more freedom than you have ever had before and finally stop being the little kid your parents thought of you as.

  It was that way for Diana Prine. She came to Blackthorn University filled with excitement and dreams. She had no idea what she would find there, but it had to be better than the life she was leading in Hallburg. None of her friends were going on to college, they were getting jobs in the local factory or settling down with their boyfriends. They thought she was weird to want to go on with school. They all hated it and even her father didn't know why she had to leave home and go to some small college town three hundred miles away.

  "It's better than me going to New York, Daddy," she would tease and of course he couldn't argue with that.

  But it wasn't as if she thought of herself as anything special. After all, she was just another girl from a very small village in downstate New York and she really didn't feel she was better than anybody else. But she did want to get out of the married and babies trap that all her friends were into. She wanted to see a bit of life and be on her own before she got into that.

  She was rather afraid of going out by herself, though and that is why she chose Blackthorn University in the first place. It had as good a reputation as any other state school and it was set in a nice, quiet small town that she was sure would make her feel well enough at home.

  From the day she arrived, she knew that she had made the right choice. She had never had so much fun in her life. There was a lot to do despite the fact that it wasn't a big school and for the first few weeks she was in a whirlwind of activity that never seemed to let up. She hardly had time to catch her breath.

  Her roommate was a year ahead of her and such a wise and wonderful girl. She was very grown up, though kind of strange. Sometimes she seemed to be wandering around in a cloud, but then, with all the work you had to do, Diana could see why. Still, Tina Morrow, her roommate did act weird sometimes.

  But that didn't really bother Diana. Tina was always nice to her and helped her get over the bumps of the first few weeks by listening to her questions and trying to answer them as best she could. In a very short time, Diana had come to care for Tina a lot. Almost like a sister.

  And that wasn't all that had happened to Diana. She didn't tell anyone, not even her best friend from high school about it when she went home for Christmas vacation, but Diana Prine had fallen in love.

  His name was Howard Templeton and he was a poet. He was a year ahead of her as was Tina but they shared a Lit. class taught by Miss Phyllis Woodman and after one session during which they both talked a lot with Miss Woodman about a story they had read, he had rather shyly asked her out for coffee. It didn't take Diana much time to see that he was a special boy.

  He was very kind and sweet and they went out almost every Friday and Saturday night after that. Unlike the boys she had known at home, he never got fresh and she actually had to kiss him the first time. They hadn't gone beyond that stage yet, but over vacation, missing him terribly, remembering the warm, moist tingle she had felt between her thighs whenever they were alone together, she had decided the time had come to give up her virginity and become a woman.

  Howard was obviously the man to do that with. She couldn't think of a better boy to give herself to for the first time and she was determined to go to bed with him if she had to drag him there!

  She and Howard were standing in line, now, signing up for courses for this semester. It was a long, tedious wait but she didn't mind, she could feel the warm, delicious presence of his body beside hers and since this was their first day back together, she had decided that tonight was the night. Howard had a small studio apartment off campus so there would not be any worrisome interruptions.

  "Say, darling," she said in an excited voice, pointing to the course offerings listed in a small book she was carrying. "Besides taking the second half of Miss Woodman's class, let's sign up for this one."

  He looked to where she was pointing and saw the course in Mythology taught by Lamia Abaddon, a West Indian black woman whom they had both seen around the campus in her long, flowing robes, so strikingly beautiful that the year before she had been nominated Homecoming Queen in spite of the fact that she was a teacher and not a student.

  "Tina is always raving about the course," Diana said, curling her fingers around Howard's arm and giving him a playful squeeze. "What do you say?"

  Howard shrugged, smiling and shaking his head. There was no way he could resist her when she got all cuddly on him. Not that she did anything on purpose, it just worked out that way.

  "Sure, why not," he laughed, leaning over and giving her a peck on the cheek. "It might be fun. Certainly it won't be boring!"

  They spent the next hour or two going through all the hassles of fixing your program and finally stumbled out of the building tired and hungry. She sug
gested she make dinner for them at his apartment, trying to be as light about it as possible She had only been there twice and both times it was rushing in and out to get something for a class and she didn't know how he would react to that idea.

  He didn't seem to think anything of it other than it was a good idea and with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation, she hurried him through a quick shopping at the supermarket then went on to his apartment. The dinner was fantastic, of course. Both her parents worked and she had been cooking at home ever since she was twelve. They had wine with their meal and Howard surprised her by breaking out a bottle of champagne afterward.

  "I was saving it for a special occasion," he explained in a rather embarrassed way. "I guess this is as special as it could get. I really missed you a lot, I'm glad you're back."

  She smiled warmly as he handed her a glass of the bubbly liquid. "I did too, darling," she said in a soft, seductive voice. "More than you think."

  He sat down and they touched glasses, draining them in one swallow. He refilled them and sat a few inches away from her on the couch. She could tell he was nervous and as she had suspected, she was going to have to make the first move.

  She slithered over next to him, leaning into him with her warm, quivering body. She was only five-five, but her figure had filled out quite nicely in the last year or two and her breasts were perfect for her size. She pressed them against his arm and felt him shudder with the contact. He seemed to heat up in a flash and if she hadn't been so serious about what she was doing, she would have giggled at his obvious uneasiness. But she didn't want to worry him so she merely smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder.

  "It's so nice being here with you, Howard," she sighed happily. "I never feel more safe and comfortable than when I'm alone with you!"

  He groaned and put his arm around her, hugging her tightly. "You have no idea what you do to me, Diana," he said gruffly. "It's an effort not to touch you sometimes!"

  She laughed warmly and lifted up her head, kissing his cheek. "Then don't stop yourself, darling," she cooed. "I'll tell you when to stop, and that is never."

  She slithered her moist, succulent lips over his warm cheek and ran them lightly across his own, dry, cracked petals. He gulped frantically as he felt her luscious mouth covering his. She put her hands on his head and held him tightly, roaming her darling lips back and forth, kissing him hungrily.

  He moaned softly as he felt the passion rising in him. She had never really kissed like this before. Never so calm and determined and he hardly knew how to deal with it other than go along with whatever she had in mind.

  Gently he parted her even, white teeth with his greedy tongue and when he felt them open willingly he sighed with delight and slithered the seeking arrow beyond them, curling and slashing eagerly at her own, moist spear.

  The two loving tools entwined and danced around each other as they pressed their bodies tightly together and kissed hungrily and passionately. Diana's loins were beginning to burn with the aching, familiar fire she had kept quiet for so long. She had only felt this good and excited when she had masturbated and she knew that it was going to get better and better.

  "Ohhh, darling, darling, Howard," she cooed softly, fluttering her lips sensuously against his, twisting and turning her head as she spoke.

  "You make me feel so nice! So nice and warm! Ohhh, make love to me, Howard! Make love to me now!"

  He couldn't believe his ears, but her mouth confirmed what she was saying. As their tongues lashed and darted around each other in a frenzy of passion he felt his hand, almost with a life of its own, roaming down the back of her soft, wool sweater, gripping and kneading her pulsating back through the thick material.

  She gasped in pleasure as she felt his strong young hand pause at the base of her spine, his fingers tapping tentatively at the pert, luscious swell of her round, attractive behind. She shivered involuntarily and wiggled her sweet bottom in an enticing manner.

  "Oooo, don't stop there, Howard," she gasped in delight. She gave him a hug and swayed back and forth in his embrace. "You'll get me very, very frustrated if you do, darling! Go on, I want to feel your hands all over me!"

  Hesitantly he slithered his hand lightly over the luscious half moons of passion. She was wearing a pair of tight ski pants that she had put on for just this purpose. They hugged her bottom in a most erotic manner and she knew he could feel her buttocks quivering under his touch as his hand rode over the darling buns and cupped them tenderly in his palm.

  He gave the spongy cheeks a soft squeeze and she sighed contentedly, rocking her sweet butt back and forth over his gripping fingers. Gently he caressed the warm, trembling buns, massaging them and kneading them lovingly. She felt her pussy getting damp and warm and she sighed in pleasure as his searching fingers rolled along the soft cleft between her spongy mounds, making her tight, damp anal dot tingle as it never had before.

  She ran her mouth hungrily over his, kissing and stabbing at his lips with her pink, pointed tongue. She kissed his cheeks and eyes and slithered her tongue around to his ear, lathering the rim with a wicked delight and blowing a warm current of air against his skin that made him jerk and quake with uncontrollable pleasure.

  "Ohh, God, God, Diana," he groaned, his body feeling as if it were being wound as tight as a spring. "I can't help it, I can't help how much I want you! Jesus, you drive me crazy!" She laughed softly, nibbling teasingly on his ear. "That's the idea, darling," she whispered erotically. "That is exactly the idea!"

  He ran his free hand over her slim, elegant neck, feeling the excited blood pulsating in her veins, then dropped the loving hand to the tops of her small, perfect breasts. She moaned in pleasure and squirmed against him hungrily.

  Gently he slid his palm over the soft, spongy globes and curled his fingers around them. He squeezed the trembling boob in his hard fist and she gasped as the stinging, wonderful sensations raced from her aching tits to her throbbing loins.

  "Oooo, that feels so nice," she sighed in heavenly delight. "Ummm, I like that! We should have been doing this a long time ago, darling!"

  She ran one of her own, slender, exquisite hands down over his chest to his waist, then around to his quivering thigh. Tenderly she slithered the tips of her soft, pretty fingers over his trousers, feeling him shiver with the pleasure of her contact and hearing him moan quietly as the aching need tore through his pounding loins.

  She dug her darling fingers into his leg and he almost leaped from the couch as she gripped his flesh tightly through his pants, kneading and tugging on his thigh, moving ever closer to the hard, throbbing bulge between his legs.

  His eager hands roamed lovingly over her breasts and bottom, sliding back and forth, pinching gently and dancing lightly as he went along. She shivered with anticipation as he fumbled with the buttons to her sweater, pulling them free, one by one until he had reached the end of them and was spreading the folds of the garment apart.

  His hand pressed firmly against her warm, palpitating stomach, feeling the enticing shudders of love that were quaking beneath his caress. His eyes were staring lovingly at the twin cups of her sweet, white bra, watching her breasts rise and fall inside of the restraining halter with ever labored breath she took.

  Tenderly he slid his fingers upward and pressed them gently against the smooth, alabaster halter. She moaned softly and rocked from side to side under his pleasing touch, her own, eager hand moving over the top of his belt now, just inches from the hard, thick mound that was pressing urgently against the front of his pants.

  He curled his fingers around her bra and squeezed it hard in his fist. She sighed with pleasure and lifted her back from the couch, giving him access to the snaps that held the garment together.

  "Ohhh, Howard, Howard, just take it off," she groaned in an urgent voice. She shook a little and took hold of his hand, riding it around to her back. "Please just take the damn thing off me now! God, I want to feel your hand on my breasts right now! Right now!"

/>   Eagerly his fingers found the small snaps and he popped them loose. She tugged and pulled on her sweater and straps to the bra, finally slithering them over her arms and tossing the unwanted clothing to the end of the couch.

  She settled back against the sofa once more and smiled lovingly up at him, her free hand caressing his cheek. His eyes were feasting on the delicious, exciting view of her revealed tits. They jiggled enticingly with her breathing and the small, perfect globes stood proudly on her ribcage, obviously not needing the support of a bra at all.

  Howard was overcome by passion and desire and he had to contain his aching need and calm himself down. He curled his fingers around one, soft, warm boob and gave the tender globe a gentle squeeze. She gasped with the incredible delight of his gripping fingers and her tiny, rosy nipple quickly grew firm and erect as his palm crushed down on it. He rubbed the sweet nugget back and forth, thrilling to the way it dug into his flesh as he caressed the lovely button. He took it between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth until the wonderful girl was groaning in pleasure and kissing his neck greedily.

  "You have wonderful breasts, Diana," he sighed happily, kneading the twin spheres of pleasure with his hungry hand. "You have the nicest breasts I've ever seen!"

  She laughed in delight and mashed her body tightly against his hand, swaying back and forth under his urgent, pleasing attention. She slithered her hand down to his hard, quaking mound and pressed her palm on the bulge, feeling the throbbing passion that was flowing through it even through his clothes.

  He gasped and shuddered as she attended to his prick, pinching the thick, knobby head and rolling her delightful fingers up and down the length of his shaft. He had never felt such a wonderful, burning ache in his loins before and he could hardly breath his prick hurt so nicely.

  Quickly he slid his hand over her tight, smooth ski pants. Riding his fingers greedily over her thighs, slithering the digits down along her inner limbs. She shivered in expectation as she felt his marvelous spears caressing her aching flesh, nearing her hot, pounding cunt mound with each relentless step.