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Speaking of his cock. It was as long, perhaps a little longer than Mitchell’s, and definitely thicker. Mitchell was circumcised as was Henry, not Louis Lambert. It was my first uncut one.

Over the next few months, Professor Lambert was so good about teaching me how to make love to it. Wasn’t that nice of him?

Of course, I was a very willing student. I’d come close to taking all of Mitchell’s much more than seven inches down my throat. Now, I was determined to swallow all of my new lover’s cock. Determined to give him every reason to keep seeing me.

It wasn’t a one way street. He told me that I was the first white girl he’d been with. “Cindy Lou, you have the most beautiful minou.”

I didn’t understand what he meant, but when his tongue finished and he’d mounted me, Louis explained that it meant kitty. I explained that I called it my goodies. “Mon cherie, if you’d like me to call it your goodies, and you let me eat it, I’m more than willing.”

We compromised. I started using the word minou and Professor Lambert started using goodies. Either way the fucking and eating were glorious.

Some mornings in class, after he had spent the night making love to my goodies with his tongue, I sat in the front row with stars in my eyes. Ooops, I forgot my panties. Professor Lambert had trouble concentrating on his lecture. I tried not to giggle too loud.

Remember, this was the sixties. I was a product of segregated Mississippi. I’d learned since childhood that colored people had their place and that was somewhere below white people. Of course, when Louie was on his knees, he was below me. I don’t think that’s what the segregationists back home meant.

I tried to unlearn all of that. I tried to make amends. I did that in such a way that my best friends back in Gulfport would not just be shocked, I’d be ostracized.

I decided that my place was on my knees. In my head I used the words, servicing. I’d be on my way to Louis’ house, and I’d say to myself, ‘tonight, I’m going to spend the night servicing Louis’ black cock.’

On those nights I was glutton for it. “Cindy Lou, I am so happy that you are so hungry for my cock.”

Momentarily, I’d take it out. “Louis, I want to make love to your magnificent black cock all night. Please let me.” Then I went back to servicing it. If you want to be crass, I gave him two blowjobs that night, and another in the morning. “Mon cherie, my cock is always available for your mouth if you want it like that.”

I did.

We fucked too and Louis’ tongue and my goodies became the best of friends. One Friday night after his tongue gave me numerous orgasms, for the first time, I blurted it out, I begged, “please Louis, let me service your black cock with my mouth.”

He mumbled with his tongue still in my goodies, “is that what you want, Cindy Lou? You want to service my black cock?”

“Yes, let me, please. It’s what I deserve for being such a bad girl.”

He didn’t ask what bad things I’d done. I didn’t tell him I was trying to make up for all the things that my ancestors had done to colored people. I just got on my knees.

Except when he insisted on fucking me or eating me, over the next month once or twice a week and all weekend, I serviced that majestic black cock. On weekends, I made love to it until there was no cum left to swallow.

Louis didn’t complain. In fact, he encouraged me, “Like that, Cindy Lou, service my big black cock, just liked that. Show Professor Lambert how much you love servicing it.”

I did; enthusiastically, energetically, eagerly.

Early in the second semester of my second year in junior college something changed between us.

TO BE CONTINUED

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