Her Loving Black Mistress Page 12

  Diana bucked and swayed over Phyllis's quaking body. Her hands cupped and kneaded the woman's breasts as she powered her tongue along the hot, boiling tunnel of Phyllis's burning pit. She felt the woman growing more and more drawn as if she were a bow of human pleasure. She buried her tongue in the depths of Phyllis's steaming cave and ground her mouth fiercely on the throbbing pussy.

  "Ohhh, God, I'm going to come," moaned Phyllis, the intense, overwhelming power of approaching orgasm taking control. "I'm going to come, Diana, I'm going to come any moment now! Yes, yes, yes! Come, come, come!"

  The whole room was chanting the single word over and over now as a sudden, intense explosion erupted in Phyllis's loins and the creamy, thick fluid of her desire burst from her loins and splashed against the young girl's greedy lips as a powerful rush of pleasure overtook her partner as well.

  A scream from far away that roared in Howard's ear made his mind explode with pain as he watched what was happening in front of him. It was a long time before he realized that it was doming from his own mouth...

  * * *

  Fall took hold of the air and the whispers had long since faded into irregular gossip. It was amusing to giggle over the story of Ms. Woodman and Diana Prine running off together, and it was good for a sad, heavy sigh when people thought of poor Howard Templeton locked away in the asylum. He'd gone quite mad over losing the girl.

  And Lamia Abaddon's classes were more popular than ever as she began the semester talking of her great, great-grandfather who had predicted her birth a long, long time ago...

  THE END

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  FOREWORD