From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Caretaker (FM, inter)
Date: 8 Apr 1996 22:15:15 GMT

			   Caring Caretaker

	I attend a small college in the South. I often spend holidays
on campus because my parents are divorced, I'm too far away and...
well, I'm sure you know the story. Visiting either of my folks was
more trouble than it was worth. But there was this guy... a janitor
who was black, maybe thirty, who works at the school.

	For some reason, whenever he's around I get incredibly horny.
I can be in the hallway before a class and suddenly my pussy tingles
and I'll look to see him coming out of a classroom.

	Anyway, I stayed on campus recently when most everyone went
home... I feel like I own the dorm when I'm the only one there.

	I slept late on the Friday morning and traipsed down the hall
to the shower. I had soaped my body squeaky clean and was rinsing my
hair when my nipples went rigid and my clit started twitching.

	Call me psychic, call me crazy, but I just knew John was on
the floor. And I was turned on, naked and no other girls were in the
dorm. Now was as good a time as any for me to do some work on inter-
racial relations.

	I walked out of the shower room with nothing on, my towel
wrapped around my long, black hair. I saw the janitor's cart in front
of the room next to mine and figured John was taking advantage of the
holiday to mop the rooms. I peeked into the open door and sure enough,
John was mopping the floor, backing his way towards the door. His
broad shoulders and back were beneath a shirt, but I easily imagined
them as smooth and firm as I watched him. I could feel my sex soup
threaten to flood from my quim so I tightened my thigh muscles,
squeezing my lips tight and also pressuring my clit.

	"Good morning, John," I said in my sexiest drawl. He was
startled and he turned. I stood in the doorway leaning against the
door frame, my hair damp and draped across one shoulder. I held the
towel in one hand and with the other I was casually rubbing my hip.

	His eyes almost popped out of his head as they took in the
sight of my 5'5" body, firm tits with hard nipples. But I knew that I
had to stay in control of the situation so before he even had the
chance to think about protesting, I held the towel out to him.

	"John, could you please dry my back for me?" He slowly took
the towel from me and I turned my back to him. That's when he finally
found his tongue and he could only stammer.

	"Uh, Missie, I don't think I... what I mean is, uh, I could
get fired... in trouble... "

	"Oh, John, don't be silly. Nobody's here, no one will find
out. I won't tell. I'm getting cold." I shivered and John's big hand
started rubbing my back with the towel. "Hmm, that feels great," I
said, as he rubbed. My juices were starting to run down my thighs and
I cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipples. As John's hands went
lower, I bent forward at the waist, letting my hair hang down. But the
real reason I did that was so that my firm ass pressed against the
front of his pants.

	"Ooh, what's this?" I asked, feeling his cock throbbing
against my ass. I stood and looked John right in the eye. "You want
me; I want you. Right?" He still looked scared and confused. I reached
and felt for his cock, unzipped his pants and let it out.

	"Sweet Jesus," John mumbled as I saw his cock. It was about
seven inches long but as thick as my wrist. It looked like an ebony
figure, black and shiny and powerful. My fingers wouldn't reach around
it as I pulled him toward the door. "Let's go to my room," I said,
leading the way next door. John kept protesting weakly but followed
where I took him. In my room I sat on the bed and examined that
splendid piece of male flesh.

	Uncircumcised and coal black, just looking at it made my mouth
water. I slid the foreskin back and looked and the purple- and black-
hued plum with the slit in it. My tongue slowly licked the silky hot
skin there then headed down the searing length of that jet black cock,
down to his musky-smelling balls, pushing his pants down his tree-
trunk sized-thighs. I licked the crinkled skin of his sac and began
sucking gently on his bloated balls. I tasted the feral flavor of
urine and sweat and the tell-tale tang of sex that every man has.

	John was sweating bullets. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it
off. I raised my hand, letting it slide over his stomach to his broad,
muscular chest and let my fingers run through the kinky black curls on
his chest and pinching his nipples. His skin was damp already.

	"John, relax. I want you to come in my mouth."

	"Lordy," was all he could say as I began kneading his balls
and pumping his cock and sucking on as much of the head as I could get
in my mouth. John put his big hands on the sides of my head and began
humping my face. His balls tightened and I knew he was close to
shooting his sperm so I wiggled my index finger against his butthole.
That sure did the trick.

	"Jesus!" he yelled as his body jerked and he sent a bucketful
of his thick cum into my mouth. It tasted salty and sweet and sour and
nasty and scrumptious and I swallowed every drop. By the time his cock
was empty, my finger was about as far up his ass as it could go.

	John's nervousness left along with his cum and he quickly laid
me on my back and went to town on my pussy. "Been a long time since I
ate me some white trim," he said just before he stuck out his wide,
wet tongue and licked me from asshole to clit. I shuddered and
squealed with delight. John looked up at me and grinned, white teeth
gleaming.

	"You like that, don'tcha Missie?" he asked. In reply I wiggled
my but and pushed my sex toward his lips. His strong hands lifted my
butt and his thick, pink tongue speared into my wet hole. He ate me
like no one ever had before and I came several times before he stopped
and hovered over me like a black cloud, his thick cock again hard and
poised to enter me.

	Our mouths pressed together and I tasted my secretions on his
thick lips. His tongue snaked into my mouth as his cock burrowed into
the swampy nest of my quim. His tongue began fucking my mouth with the
same smooth rhythm he had as his cock fucked my pussy. His sweaty
chest flattened my breasts and the kinky curls ticked my nipples, but
I wrapped my legs and arms around him and fucked like a crazy woman.
His cock provided just the right amount of friction on my clit and I
guess maybe I was a little crazy.

	After all that, we knew we had to get together again. It isn't
easy for a black janitor and the white daughter of a rich investment
counselor to get together easily or often, but when we do it's all
that much better. We're very discreet if we see each other on campus.
I'll wink at him and he'll lick his lips with that wet, pink tongue of
his and my legs turn to rubber.

	I managed to meet him in an empty classroom a few days ago and
yesterday I sucked his cream-filled licorice stick in a janitor's
closet. Black is great!