Black Princess Mystery (14 page)

“Your
pussy,” he answered, sticking his tongue out and flicking it even though she
was much too far to reach. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, shaking his head.
“Your legs are so smooth and your bush is so big. I like it like that.”

She
reached down with both hands, put them between her legs and suddenly spread her
lips, showing him her wet opening.

“Oh, my
God,” he said, almost gasping for air. He looked into her eyes. “Please.”

“Under one
condition,” she said.

“Anything,”
he stammered. “Name it.”

“If I let
you lick my pussy, you have to let me suck your cock.”

“Deal,” he
shot back immediately.

Tasheka
pulled her panties down and off, holding them out until they were against his
face. Thorston sniffed them and moaned with pleasure, then licked the thin
cotton, especially where it had been pressing against her lips. She tossed them
aside and held out her right hand, holding up her index finger and wiggling it
to urge him forward. Thorston shuffled forward on his knees until his face was
six inches in front of her bush. At that point she put her right hand on his
head and grabbed a handful of hair, preventing him from coming any closer.

“Have you
ever eaten a black woman’s pussy before?” she asked seductively.

“No,” he
mumbled, staring at her glistening lips and sniffing, “but I want to.”

“You want
to what?”

He looked
up at her. “I want to eat you out.”

“Don’t
just say it,” she suddenly responded, “do it.”

Tasheka
pulled his head and thrust her hips forward at the same time, burying his face
in her muff. Instantly he was licking her, sliding his tongue along the length
of her pussy lips, flicking it over her enlarged clitoris, and sliding it into
her like a little cock. Tasheka held his head with both hands and rubbed her
pussy all over his face, moaning in bliss as she watched him perform uninhibited
oral sex on her. He put both his hands on her broad ass and squeezed it as he
licked and sucked her.

“Oh,
you’re a dirty blonde,” she said, thrusting wildly and feeding his lust. “Lie
flat on your back,” she ordered, releasing him.

Thorston
instantly did as he was told. Seconds later Tasheka was squatting down,
lowering her pussy to his mouth. His eyes flashed with excitement and he held
her hips and gave her a solid ten minutes of the deepest, horniest licking
Tasheka could ever have imagined. Feeling on the verge of a colossal orgasm,
but not wanting it to end this soon, she stood up and looked down at him. He
seemed even drunker now, as if her juices had been the most potent wine ever
sampled by man.

“Take your
clothes off,” she said, walking across the room and getting a cushion off the
chair. She placed it on the floor directly in front of the fireplace and then
knelt down. “Wow,” she said, looking at him as he finished stripping. “You have
a huge cock.”

Thorston
stood in the flickering light of the fireplace, his white body covered in a
thin film of perspiration, his abs firm, his chest and arms thick, his legs
powerful, and his eleven-inch cock, heavy in girth, standing straight up, the
thick pink head capping the column. She looked him in the eyes, licked her
lips, and waved him forward. Thorston stepped slowly, his lumbering cock
swaying hypnotically in front of her face. When he was inches away, she put her
dark hands on his light thighs, leaned forward and kissed his hot prick right
in the middle. Thorston groaned and his lips quivered. Tasheka instantly
started licking it like a lollipop, only stopping at the cockhead to quickly
flick her tongue over it, especially the underside, where she could tell he
liked it. She put her hands on his tight buns and opened her lips.

“Have
intercourse with my mouth,” she instructed him.

Thorston
reached down, held his gigantic cock straight out, and guided it into her
mouth. He could hardly gather his bearings before Tasheka started sucking with
spirited enthusiasm, taking at least six inches with every fast thrust. He
looked down as she looked up and Tasheka enjoyed him watching her perform the
magic trick, making his cock appear and disappear at will. He was groaning
deliriously when Tasheka pulled her mouth away. His cock sprung out, and being
wet, slapped against his belly. He looked at her with a fragile expression, as
though he was afraid the bliss might end. Instead, Tasheka stood in front of
him, her exceptionally wide and soft ass presented to his trembling cock. She
pointed at a huge mirror he had not noticed before and when he looked at it she
started rubbing her ass against his rock hard cock.

“Wow,” he
said, watching her with his lips open wide in amazement.

“You’ve
heard about black booty I’m sure,” Tasheka said, “but now that you’re
experiencing it, is it as good as you thought?”

“Better,”
he said quietly, holding her hips as she danced against him. “You are as smooth
as velvet and as soft as a cloud.”

“I want
you to come all over my ass,” Tasheka said, pulling his hand between her legs,
“and I want you to bring me off as you do it.”

“I’ll
try,” he said, smiling at the intense sensations of hot, fresh sex.

“You’ll
try what? To come?”

“Oh, I
know I’ll come,” he said, hanging on for dear life, “I just don’t know if I can
bring you off.”

“You just
rub me, honey, and let nature take its course.”

Though
there was a glowing fireplace in the room, and though the movie was playing,
for Tasheka everything was reduced to the sex. She shook her ass fast, finding
a special liberation in her booty dance, and a special pleasure in riding the
huge, hard cock between her buns. Thorston was out of his mind. He was holding
her like a man holds onto a bucking bronco, but he was also rubbing her pussy
just the way she liked, not too hard, not too soft. Her clit was enormous and
he was playing with it in a way she had never felt before. The more they did
it, the farther they traveled into an unknown world where sensation and lust
overwhelm the concepts of time and space. All she could feel was the stud
driving against her, panting, grunting, feeling, stroking. His cock was hot and
could not have been harder than it was. Tasheka suddenly stiffened and felt the
final approach. Her heart also seemed to stop and every muscle in her body
tensed. She even stopped moving as the waves of release cascaded over her,
blooming in a powerful surge of orgasmic delight. Just as she reached the
pinnacle of pleasure, Thorston grunted, stiffened and she watched his cock fire
prodigious streams of warm cum all over her, from her ass to her back and even
onto her neck and into her hair. Blast after blast surged forward as the two of
them found the summit at the same time. When it finally ended, they continued
to grind against each other, though more slowly, gradually subsiding to a
motionless state, though they still clung to one another.

“That was
amazing,” Tasheka said, looking back over her shoulder as she stepped away from
him.

“Out of
this world,” he responded. His eyes were half closed and his cock was still
twitching, a big bead of cum forming on his tip.

Tasheka
walked across the room and picked up a box of tissues, bringing it back and
taking out a half a dozen. She leaned over and put her hands on the arm of a
recliner, spreading her legs. She told him to clean her off. Thorston wiped his
cum off her back, neck and hair. She discarded those tissues, now saturated
with his cream, and he wiped off the pools which he had deposited on her
bottom. As he knelt down to finish the job, Tasheka looked back at him and
spread her legs even further, showing him her anus. He looked directly at it,
licked his lips, and then kissed her ass.

“You’re
all man,” she said, straightening up and taking a tissue, which she used to
gently wipe away the last drops of his cream which she coaxed out of his cock
with her hand.

“You’re
all woman,” he responded.

She
lightly squeezed his cock. “Play your cards right and maybe it’ll happen
again.”

“I hope
so,” he said as she walked away, putting her clothes back on.

Thorston
dressed and they watched the rest of the movie, lying side by side on the
couch. She loved the feel of his big, warm body, his arm around her, even the
smell of sex that was lingering on them like a sweet memory. When the movie
ended, she stood up and said it was time for her to go to bed.

“Good
night,” he said as she walked him to the door.

She kissed
him on the mouth. “I need heat,” she said, staring into his eyes. “Can you
handle that?”

“I need
heat, too,” he told her.

“Hopefully
you won’t feel burned by my heat,” she told him with a strange look, “because
it can get really hot.”

Chapter Nine

The next
morning, Tasheka got up early and felt a wonderful glow throughout her body.
She remained perfectly still for half an hour, recalling in minute detail the
events of the previous evening, smiling and moaning lightly as she rubbed her
legs back and forth. Finally, though, she rose and logged onto the Internet.
She spent two hours searching articles from regional publications. To her
amazement, she found reports on over three dozen killings, including the five
Thorston mentioned. In those five murders, weapons included a baseball bat and
the pickaxe. There was no mention of any dismemberments.

Tasheka
opened her briefcase and took out several books on serial killers, then began
jotting down information in her new notebook. Of particular interest to her was
the vital biographical information on each subject: age, race, family history,
education, past violence and legal trouble. Were there common threads? Was
there some indicator, no matter how minute, that would explain why a person,
able to function perfectly well in society, could turn into a cold-blooded
murderer?

For a long
time, she stared at pictures of the BTK killer, Dennis Rader and the Green River
Killer, Gary Ridgway. What drove these men to such depths of depravity? Why,
she wondered, is murder so repulsive to the vast majority, yet to some a thrill
whose high cannot be resisted? Deep in thought, Tasheka flipped through
pictures of serial killers, each of them a world unto himself. The one thing
she found in common is that almost all of them quietly lived their lives
without raising suspicion. Serial killers could run a store or a gas station,
maybe even be a woman with a chip on her shoulder.

The phone
rang and she looked at the clock, realizing that many hours had passed.
“Hello,” she said.

“Hi,” said
Thorston. “How are you?”

“Good,”
she said, curling up like a teenager talking to new boyfriend.

“I didn’t
mention it last night, but we found another set of golf clubs in Mike Power’s
shed. This one had no nine-iron, but we did remove the clubs for further
examination. There was also a hatchet which we took. We told Mr. Power not to
go on any trips for a while.”

“No
arrest?” Tasheka asked.

“We have a
motive,” Thorston noted, “but not the opportunity. A very respectable witness
puts Mike Power in bed with the flu at the time of the murder. That’s a monkey
wrench. But we were looking for a golf club and a green hatchet and this is an
interesting development. The boys in forensics told us that if we could find
the other clubs in the set, they might be able to match them to the one used
for the blow to the head.”

“Yes, I
suppose they could. I’m sure microscopic particles of paint or metal were
deposited during the violent act.”

“That’s
it.”

“Will you
call me if you learn anything?”

“Will do.”

“Thorston?”

“Yes.”

“Last
night was wonderful,” she said. “I needed to feel close to a man.”

“I needed
to feel close, too,” he answered softly. “Life can be lonely sometimes.”

“I know,”
she said, speaking for a short while longer and then hanging up and walking
downstairs to join her mother.

The phone
rang and Mrs. Green, dressed in an ankle-length red housecoat, hurried to
answer it. She spoke for a few minutes and then hung up with a serious look.

“What is
it?” asked Tasheka.

“That was
Gina. Apparently the police have been over at Mike’s store.”

“Why?”

“They took
some things from a shed out back last night.”

“Does she
know why?”

“No, but
she’s upset about it.”

“Mom, he
threatened Father Tim’s life after the golf tournament last fall. The police
know all about it. It’s natural that they’re investigating him now. It’s their
job.”

“I know,
but Gina has two kids to support and jobs don’t grow on trees around here. If
Mike does get in trouble and the store closes down, we’ll have to find her
something.”

“Jumping
the gun a little, aren’t you? They haven’t arrested him and he isn’t charged
with anything. We’ll just have to wait and see what comes of this.”