Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2011 08:43:35 -0800 (PST)
From: August Zellner <ahzellner@att.net>
Subject: The Mohawk Boy, Chapter 5

Day 3 -- Hot Blooded Part 2

But now, I want to focus more closely on the intense sexual pleasure that
both White Feather and Mohawk were giving to each other and receiving from
each other as she sucked his big throbbing black cock.  Her whole mouth and
throat were filled with black cock being thrust deeper and deeper into her
each time Cherokee's prick demanded to be thrust into her tight pussy, and
her head was filled with the smell of Mohawk's sweaty crotch and balls each
time her face came down on his huge black cock, and she could taste that
delicious black cock each time her tongue was sliding roughly up and down,
up and down on its tender underside, and she was still playing with those
big black wrinkly balls, sticking her little white fingers in there and
twisting the scrotum and rolling his big hot black balls around while her
face went down and down and down on his huge throbbing prick each time
Cherokee pounded into her hot pussy, and all these smells and tastes and
sensations were sending her into a sexual trance.  But the two children
were also gazing deeply into each others' eyes even as they both moaned and
groaned and grunted and she played with his balls and he thrust his prick
up into her face more forcefully every time her mouth came down on him.  As
the pretty little white girl looked up into the Mohawk boy's beautiful
black face, she was seeing him from almost the same point of view as I had
seen him the day before on the chaise lounge -- his young handsome chest
was rising and falling hypnotically each time he thrust his black cock into
her mouth, his muscular arms were extended out towards her as he held her
head and directed its motion up and down on his black cock, and his
beautiful face and wonderful dark eyes were gazing back down at her, with
the first part of that exotic red Mohawk showing on top of his head and he
was moaning and beginning to howl like a wild black animal ooooooooOOOOOOOO
... aaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!!  All this must have been sssoooo beautiful to
see that it was driving her desire to give the Mohawk boy the most sensual
mind-bending blowjob imaginable.

It wasn't until about four months later, as I was gradually going through
each of the eight different camera videos and carefully combining and
editing them together for maximum pornographic impact, that I discovered
that just at this point, about ten minutes into the most sensual
mind-bending blowjob imaginable, the Mohawk boy brought himself to a moment
of mental clarity, turned and looked directly into the camera closest to
his face, smiled seductively and said softly, "Dis what you like right?"
The first time I saw this I was actually pretty stoned and jerking off
while I watched this sensual mind-bending blowjob from every possible
angle, and when I saw the Mohawk boy look directly at me and say this it
hit me like a brick and I immediately blew my load and came all over my
pants and the chair and the floor and the laptop and everything.  Since
then I have copied that video clip and the sound of the Mohawk boy's voice
and pasted it into a couple of different edits of my carefully edited video
so that he talks to me right at the hottest, most pornographic moments in
the movie so I can gaze at his handsome face and hear his seductive voice
and re-live those beautiful moments whenever I jerk off.

But almost as soon as those words left the Mohawk boy's lips he was seized
by another shockwave of pleasure flashing through his body as White Feather
continued to slide her tongue roughly up and down, up and down on the
tender underside of his hot throbbing black prick, and he returned to the
sexual trance from whence he came.  And right after that White Feather
could feel the Mohawk boy's huge black cock and his whole body begin to
further tighten up as he moaned ooooooooOOOOOOAAOOoooooSSHHHHIITTT!! and
got ready for his pounding hot screaming orgasm AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!!
NNNNGGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! and she was sucking his hard black cock so
forcefully by now that he was ready to cum in her mouth which was exactly
what she wanted.  Suddenly with a series of final AGONIZING HOWLS and
pelvic thrusts AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!!  NNNNGGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!
ooooooooOOOOOOOOSSHHHIITTT!!  AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!!  my wild black
animal shot several big streams and globs of cum, but between Cherokee's
huge throbbing prick pounding so hard into her hot pussy and Mohawk's final
out-of-control pelvic thrusts, White Feather was unable to keep her mouth
on his huge hot throbbing black cock -- she was able to swallow a lot of
his cum but part of it also went all over her face and down his prick and
there were globs on his tummy too -- so at that point she just greedily
pressed her face right down onto the Mohawk boy's slimy prick and tummy,
right into all the globs and pools of cum, and began to lick and kiss and
slurp up all the cum she could while her face was being pushed down sliding
up and down, up and down, up and down across all that sperm each time
Cherokee's huge hard throbbing black prick demanded to be thrust deeper and
deeper and deeper into her slimy little cunt for the next 32 seconds of
video until he too had a slamming hard blinding orgasm and shot a big load
of cum into her.  After a few seconds of keeping his big chocolate prick in
the little girls pussy, Cherokee collapsed onto the bed totally spent, but
as for White Feather she continued to slurp up every glob of sperm she
could find from Mohawk's tummy, and from his big wrinkly balls, and from
the shaft of his still-hard cock, and she was also sucking him off too she
was hopelessly in love with his black cock and she wanted to suck it and
kiss it and eat the cum off of it forever -- but soon enough Mohawk
couldn't take it any longer his prick was so sensitive after his orgasm, so
he had to say "no baby no you gotta stop now" and pull her mouth off.

But right away Mohawk reached over and grabbed one of the soft fluffy
towels from the pile I had very thoughtfully left within easy reach before
those children arrived, and he gently and lovingly wiped off all the cum
from White Feather's face, tossed the towel on the floor and began to kiss
her passionately while he stroked her all over her little quivering body
with his big sensual black fingers (this cum-crusted towel is now part of
my permanent collection at my secret spot).  "MmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMmmmmmmhhHH!!"
they both moaned again as they sucked face and she gazed into Mohawk's
beautiful dark eyes and played with his balls.  Soon they were beginning to
lay back down on the bed, with White Feather's back pressed up against the
front of Cherokee's body. But she and Mohawk continued to kiss and swirl
their tongues together and look deeply into each others' eyes while they
fondled each other's private parts -- they were so into each other by
this time there was no turning back -- they had to start fucking again
right away.  Cherokee very thoughtfully lifted up White Feather's leg to
give his cousin the easiest possible access to her by-now-cum-filled slimy
cunt, and Mohawk shoved his prick right in.  There was so much slimy cum in
that little girl's cunt by that time that his big hard black prick went in
easily, and a lot of cum oozed out and dribbled all over his balls and onto
the bed to make way for his cock as it went in.

From that moment began one of the most sensual slow fucks you will ever see
... oh wait -- you will never see it anyway! Duh!!  Well then you will
have to just take my word for it, those two little love birds fucked for a
very long time, it was slow and romantic and they kissed and sucked face
and stroked each others' bodies seductively and moaned
"MmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMmmmmmmhhHH!!" the whole time until at last Mohawk could
feel White Feather's cunt and body begin to further tighten up around his
big hard black prick as she moaned ooooooooOOOOOOAAOOoooooSSHHHHIITTT!! and
got ready for her second pounding hot screaming orgasm
AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!! NNNNGGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! all of which kicked
Mohawk's throbbing black prick into high gear so that it was only a few
second later that he GASPED PAINFULLY and came one last time
ooooooooOOOOOOOOSSHHHIITTT!!  AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!!

After that, those two children remained locked together in the afterglow of
their beautiful romantic fuck and kissed and kissed until at last they both
fell asleep with his big black prick still inside her as the sperm
continued to slowly ooze out all over the bed sheets.

Day 3 -- Intermission

Once Cherokee was sure that they were both asleep, he gently eased himself
out from behind White Feather and, picking his Speedo up off the floor and
grabbing one of the soft fluffy towels from the pile, walked out into the
living room.  I had not heard much of anything from inside the room for a
little while and I figured they had all fallen asleep after their
hour-plus-long sex orgy, so I was surprised to see just one of the boys
come out by himself.  He wiped as much cum off his body as he could find
and tossed the towel on the floor (this cum-crusted towel is also now part
of my permanent collection).  Then he went over and sat in the chair across
from me, still naked and holding his Speedo in one hand.  After just
sitting there taking a few deep breaths for a minute he said "Hey man,
thanks fo' let'n us use da room."  "Oh no problem," I said, "so where are
the other two?"  "Oh dey still sleepin'," he said, "an' dey so inta each
udda by now dey ain't even know I's here!"  Not having seen the video yet I
didn't know exactly what he meant by that, so I just took him at his word.
Then he got up and pulled his Speedo up over his huge beautiful chocolate
prick while I gazed at him and fantasized about what it might be like to
suck that prick.  He reached down inside and arranged his big cock so it
was nice and comfy in there, and I just stared longingly while he did that.
Then he said, "Hey man, you kin tell my cousin I'll git him some mo time
wit gramma -- leastways a coupla hours.  I know he wanna be wit dat girl
long as he can."  Then he said "Hey he say you got reefer."  "Oh yeah sure
-- ya want some?  I've got some joints already rolled and you can just
stick'em in your swimsuit -- ya wanna smoke one now?"  "Naw man I bes not
do dat my gramma'll kill me if I be high when I git back dare."  Hearing
him say that got me worried that maybe grandma might catch him with several
joints in his swimsuit, and my mind began to re-play the paranoid images I
had of being beaten to death by some of grandma's big muscular black
friends.  "Ummm ... well then are you sure it'll be okay to have the joints
...?"  He laughed and said "Oh yeah man, gramma ain't gonna be checkin' out
my nuts fo' reefer!"  Those words of reassurance calmed me back down, so I
went to get all the joints I had rolled, which was about five I think.

When I returned Cherokee was sitting back in the chair with his legs spread
wide and that big beautiful chocolate log prominently displayed within the
soft tight fabric of his brown Speedo.  I stood before him for a few
seconds holding the joints, sheepishly staring at his huge bulge and the
rest of his handsome body.  Then I said, "Ummmm ... would it be okay ... if
I put these joints ... in there for you ...?"  He laughed again.  "Sure
Fag, have a good time I don't give a shit ..."  I knelt down before him and
put the joints to the side for a moment.  Then I reached out and took hold
of the top of his Speedo and began to pull it forward so that I could take
a nice close look at Cherokee's big tasty chocolate dick.  As I gazed upon
it, it was already starting to inflate before my eyes, it was soon too
large to fit comfortably inside the Speedo and when I reached in and tried
to push it back into place that only made things worse (or better!)
Cherokee's wonderful chocolate penis got bigger and bigger and harder and
soon it popped right out so that now I had a huge beautiful brown boner
throbbing and swaying back and forth just inches from my face!!  Now
Cherokee laughed again, but this time his laugh was not so playful as
before -- it had more of a nigger-in-charge tone to it, like the way a
big muscular black teenager might laugh while he is holding your balls in
his hand and it's entirely up to him whether he wants to fondle your balls
and make you feel good, or squeeze your balls and put you in agony.  He
knew that I was kneeling in front of him helplessly, suddenly I was the
slave and he was the master, and he could have whatever he wanted from me.
He laughed some more and said, "Now looky here boy, see what ya done!  I
guess y'all betta start suckin' my dick!"  "ooooooooOOOOOOAAOOooooo
... thank you ..." I swooned.  But then he grabbed hold of my head and
pulled it up so that I was looking up past his big beautiful hot throbbing
prick and into his handsome face and he smiled and said "You means `thank
you massa'!"  "ooooooooOOOOOOAAOOooooo ... thank you massa ..." I swooned.
My young black master took his big sensual fingers and pressed his hot
chocolate hard-on onto my face and rubbed it around while I tried to kiss
it and lick it at every opportunity.  Then he grabbed hold of my head again
and directed it down onto his huge steaming throbbing chocolate cock.  My
young black master started to pull my head up and down and wantonly fuck my
face. But then he suddenly yanked my head off his swaying throbbing prick
and said, "Okay now stan'up."  "yes massa" I said obediently and did
whatever my young black master commanded.  As I stood before my young black
master he looked me over for a few seconds and said "Take dem shorts off."
"yes massa" I said obediently and did as he commanded.  I had a raging
hard-on but my young black master just laughed cruelly at what he saw.
"Y'all got one a dem wimpy little white dicks," he said and leaned forward
to get a closer look.  He flicked his finger across my hard prick a few
times so he could watch it bounce up and down.  And then ... then my young
black master took his big brown hand and gently grabbed hold of my aching
balls and laughed again.  So there I was, shaking and sweating with fear
and holding my breath but with a big painful hard-on, with a big muscular
black teenager laughing while he held my balls in his hand.  My young black
master squeezed my balls a couple of times but only a little bit, not
enough to make it hurt but enough for him to pretend what it might be like
to put me in total agony as I stood before him helplessly.  And then
... then he started to play with my balls and that felt so great and I was
able to start breathing again.  "So ya like dat eh?" he said.
"ooooooooOOOOOOAAOOooooo ... yes massa thank you ..." I swooned.  My young
black master played with my balls some more.  Then he pulled his Speedo the
rest of the way off and said, "Well you got some dick-suckin' ta do."
"ooooooooOOOOOOAAOOooooo ... yes massa thank you ..." I swooned, and knelt
down and did whatever my young black master commanded.  I sucked my
master's cock hungrily and slide my tongue all around on his sperm tube to
maximize his pleasure.  I played with my young black master's wonderful
wrinkly chocolate balls constantly except for when I put them in my mouth
and rolled them around in there with my tongue while I jerked him off.  I
went back to sucking my young black master's cock and playing with his
balls and licking the tender underside of his prick with my tongue.  I was
doing everything I could think of to please my young black master so he
would blow a big wad of cum into my mouth and I could swallow it all, and
it wasn't long before I was rewarded -- my master suddenly grabbed hold
of my head and shoved it ALL THE WAY DOWN on his cock and with a series of
final AGONIZING HOWLS and pelvic thrusts AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!!
NNNNGGGAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!  ooooooooOOOOOOOOSSHHHIITTT!!
AAAAaaaahhhhhhOOOOOOOHHHH!!  he shot several big streams and globs of cum
right down my throat.  I think I was able to swallow it all, but then I
just kept his prick in my mouth and tried to wash it off kind of like the
way I had washed the Mohawk boy's prick yesterday.  But soon my young black
master pulled my head off and said, "Okay dat's enough."
"ooooooooOOOOOOAAOOooooo ... yes massa thank you ..." I swooned, but then
he said, "an' ya can cut dat shit out too, I's jes' playin'."  "Oh good," I
said, "cuz it was a fun game, but it would really suck (so to speak) if it
was for real."  "Yeah right," he laughed, and now it was back to his normal
playful tone.  By this time his boner had deflated and he put his Speedo
back on.  I reached for the joints but he said, "Maybe I oughta do dat."
Point taken.  Within a couple minutes Cherokee was all nicely arranged and
ready to go, and after he left I just sat back down on the couch still
naked (since my young black master had not commanded me to put my shorts on
...).

For a little while everything was quiet.  Then the Mohawk boy reappeared
from the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.  "She still
sleepin'," he said quietly.  He was naked of course, and he hadn't done
anything to remove any of the globs of cum that seemed to be crusting up
all over his body.  As he walked past me he smelled of cum and sex, and for
me that just all added to his muscular and athletic body, beautiful chest
and flat tummy, unbelievably handsome face, perfect dark eyes, flaring flat
nose, beautiful lips and nappy, cum-stained Mohawk haircut to make him
almost irresistibly attractive.  I was desperate to run over and start
feeling him up or kissing him or giving him a blow-job or almost anything,
but I dared not do that -- instead I just sat there and gazed at him and
got another big painful hard-on.  "Man put ya shorts back on -- ain't
nobody wanna look at ya boner," he said, still quietly.  Then he sat down
at the dining room table, looking rather sad.  I got up and did as my young
black master commanded, and then sat down with him.

"Aw man, dis bad, dis real bad ..." he began.  "Dat girl she da bes', she
evvythin' ..."  "Whattaya mean?" I said.  "Aw wow man ... she pretty
... she lotta fun ta be wit ... an' she fuck wild too, she blow my head
off! ... my heart jes' poundin' I wanna fuck'er an' be wit'er fo'ever ..."
Then after a minute he said, "... Now I know what YOU goin' through ... she
zac'ly what I want but I cain't have have'er no way no how.  Evvybody goin'
home tamorra an' I nevva see'er agin."  I looked into his face and there
were actually tears there -- he was crying and heartbroken.

Of course, neither of us knew that the reason why "she fuck wild" had more
to do with the fact that little White Feather was just hours away from
ovulating, and that by tomorrow, if she so much as happened to see Mohawk
at the airport that afternoon she probably really would blow his head off --
but not in a good way.

So I said, "Well, your cousin says he'll buy you at least a couple of more
hours from your grandma."  "But what should I do ...?"  I looked at him and
said, "Well I think you need to go back in there and fuck'er and fuck'er
and fuck'er until there's no way she'll ever forget you."  "I know -- an'
I wanna do dat but I don't know if can cuz I already been fuckin'er fo ova
a hour an' I dunno how much longa I kin git it up ... an' I cain't git high
cuz she totally freak an' dat be da end'a evvythin'."

Fortunately, I had the solution to poor little heartbroken Mohawk's
problems right in my travel bag, and if you are reading this I'll bet you
know exactly what I'm talking about.  So about 30 seconds later I was
pushing a blue pill across the table with my finger.  "What's'at?" he said.
I tapped my finger on the table next to the pill.  "That's Viagra."  "NO
SHIT!"  "Yes shit, and it's 100 milligrams -- that's enough to give you
the biggest damn boner you ever had, and keep you hard for hours even if
you were sitting around looking at pictures of dead dogs the whole time."
That was funny enough to make the poor kid laugh while he inspected the
pill.  "I'll get you some water," which I proceeded to do.  "Now, don't
just swallow the pill -- break it up with your teeth first while you have
it in your mouth so it'll go into your blood stream faster.  It's real
bitter but just wash it down with the water.  About 20 minutes from now
you'll feel warm all of a sudden and get a big hard-on, and from that point
on you'll be able to fuck'er as many times as you want and just keep on
goin'."  Then I said, "You know what they say, right?"  "No, what?"  "For
an erection lasting more than four hours, don't call a doctor, just sing
hallelujah."  "You da bes', man."  Well, I knew that I had perhaps oversold
the powers of Viagra, but we all know that the can't-fail confidence it
gives you is at least as important as the chemicals themselves.  As long as
Mohawk really believed he could fuck White Feather non-stop for two hours
plus, then he probably could've done it anyway, but now the Viagra would be
there to take care of the rest.

"Tell you what, I've got another idea.  When she wakes up, why don't you
both go get a shower together so you'll be nice and clean and ready to go?
I'll bet it'll be fun too.  While you guys are doing that, I'll change the
sheets and pillows on the bed so everything's all ready for you."  "You'll
do dat?"  "Yeah sure -- and after you guys are all settled in there, I'll
go downstairs and get a couple more pizzas, and whenever you wanna take a
quick break you can come out and grab one."  "Aw man you really da bes' --
I am gittn' hungry."  Well, I was too.

Just before he got up from the table, Mohawk said, "Da cameras still on?"
"Yeah, I got 8 hours of recording time."  "Dat be good, cuz I want it all --
I don't evva wanna fuggit dis girl neither."  Now there was a romantic
sentiment if ever I heard one.  And with that, he disappeared back into the
bedroom.