The Lion sleeps tonight(Current Rating 24/100, based on 103 votes)
Senior year classes were to be put an entertainment evening together for the school, every one was expected to participate, those who were talented would be taking one leading roles, those who were less talents well we would be the chorus guys and girls.
The group that Joyce and I had mixed with were mostly non talented as far as acting came, so we figured that we would be better putting on a show that was oriented away from needing a lead person. We thought we had come up with a great piece when it was suggested that we use the newest hit song, the song began " In the Jungle the Lion Sleeps to night ". With the music we figured we could be natives dancing around a big boiling pot, having one of the group, appearing to be boiling in the pot. Back then stereotyping was the norm, there were no colored students at the high school, and in fact there were no colored families in the town where we lived. We were simple white folk, with ideas that had been passed down from generations before, I remember reading about Sambo in the first grades, who lived in the jungle and that he ate mangoes or something to that effect. In any case we had to come up with some sort of entertainment and this was about the best we could think of. The o!
ne person who was going to sit on a chair behind a cardboard cut-out of a boiling pot was or course going to be white, while the rest of us were going to use brown coloring to dye our bodies so that we appeared black. The girls had come up with the ingenious idea that since we wanted to appear like natural natives, that mean we had to look like we were pretty well naked on stage (this was a few years before the play "HAIR" so there was really no thought of really being naked), and decided that we could all wear grass skirts, the boys could be topless with out any problem, but the girls would have to dye their bras dark brown so that from a distance they also would look like they were topless.
It was an ingenious play, we guys certainly did not mind that the girls would be dress only in their bras dancing with us up on stage, there was however a bit of concern on the part of the school administration, but once they were shown that in reality it was not much different than being in a two piece bathing suit the idea was approved. Now Joyce got an idea with out any prodding from me, she was beginning to enjoy our little exploits, asking me to bring my custom with me when I walked her home that afternoon as she wanted to practice the dance routine. Once we arrived home she asked her mother for permission to try out our routine in the den telling her mother that she wanted her honest opinion as to how we really looked. While her mother waited for us in the den I got changed into my custom, such that it was, (the group was to be wearing dark colored short under the grass skirts so that we were properly covered) once I was set then Joyce covered most of my body with thi!
s brown muck that we were using to make us black. Joyce then used the washroom to get herself all set up, coming back out to ask me to fix some of the black coloring on her back as she had missed a few spots, once we had this completed we entered the den, startling her mother some what, I do not think she thought we were going to blacken out bodies just to practice. As music was set to playing Joyce and I put on a show pretending that we were dancing around a big pot in the middle, our shouting sounds of Ompha Ompha Ah Ah got her mother to laughing so that she told us to stop she had seen enough. Joyce’s mother said that she had a few more important things to do than stay any longer watching make sillies of ourselves, telling us that we could practice some more but she was going to get busy with her chores. Telling not to have the music too loud as she was expecting an important telephone call, she headed down stairs and closed the top door. Now that we were alone dressed i!
n these silly outfits, Joyce put her plan into motion, excusing herself for a moment she came right back putting the music on once again, only this time she said it might be better if we sat a chair in the middle to act as the pot, providing some thing to dance around. Well this was fun at least I was there making my moves, and sound trying to be some thing like a monkey, watching Joyce bounce around in her grass skirt and bra, think that she could not be more beautiful, black or white, those dreamy blue eyes of hers were just sparkling as we continued our little dance. When the song stopped Joyce listened quietly for a moment, at the time I thought nothing of it, but now I know that she was trying to hear what her mother was doing down stairs, then she told me to sit on the chair she wanted me to see her dance solo so that I could tell her what I thought of her moves.
Joyce turned away from me to put the music back on, but this time even at a lower volume, I was not quite watching her, I cannot remember what I was looking at but when she turned back to face me, I was provided with a view of two bare brown tits, Joyce had dropped her bra, but not only that she had covered her tits with the brown muck we were using to make us look native. What a surprise this was, right here in the den, her mother on a closed door away and Joyce began to gyrate her body to the music, on this time she was doing a very very sensual dance. Her tits flip flopping as she bounced around in front of me, her perky nipples poking straight out front, only this time there were not vivid pick, but a brownish rouge in color. Joyce moved her hands all over body, up and around her tits, pulling at her won nipples, moving her arms straight up n the air over her head, then bring her hands back down along the side of her body rubbing all over herself, man was this an event. !
My Willy was now poking up in my shorts, creating a bulge that caused the grass skirt material to fall away to the sides, making it evident that I was in an excited condition. Joyce began to rotate her hips, like one did when we did the hoola hoop (making that round plastic tube go around and around your hips – again this was back in those days), at the same time turning her skirt so that the alignment where it came together was in front of her body, she then advanced on me, planting her legs on the out side of mine and lowering her body down on to my thighs. Once she sat there I looked down to see that the grass skirt had split itself wide open, falling on the outside of both our bodies, exposing to my delight a bare cunt, Joyce had nothing on, no short, no panties. I was not however afforded a long look, as Joyce moved her cunt up on to my bulge and began rubbing her hot little box very aggressively. This was too much for me and I exploded, pumping my jism in to my underw!
ear, my cock pulsating up against her bare cunt. She too must have been far enough along on her quest for satisfaction as I felt as much wetness out side my short and I did inside my underwear, I was a wet mess. I leaned in to take a tit in my mouth sucking it clean, sucking it back to its natural whiteness, not even noticing the taste of the brown coloring muck. I held on to Joyce, pulling her tightly against me as we finished, each cuming at his own release, grasping at me breath, savoring the feeling of the after glow. Finally, my cock subsided, Joyce of course noticing this, tried to rub herself on the now flaccid piece of meat trying desperately to bring it back to life, not getting much reaction she reached for my hand and shoved my fingers down between us into her love tunnel, and worked them ferociously back and forth until she let loose with a new shuddering climax forcing still more of that Cherry Blossom love juice from her body. Once she had composed herself fo!
r this second mini orgasm, she raised her self from my lap, giving me a most loving kiss on the mouth, while she rubbed her fingers all over my wet pants. It was time then to call it an afternoon, we had been very fortunate that her mother had not interrupted us, the music had stopped a while and we had not been making dancing sounds so it was certain that her mother had noticed the change, but she had not come to investigate. Joyce’s mother was certainly not like mine, if we had been out our house, my mother most probably would have wanted to stay and watch our whole routine, not providing Joyce with the opportunity to improvise, and if the music had been stopped for more than a minute my mother would be right there asking us what we were doing.
Quickly, expertly, Joyce put her bra back one, covering her now one white tit and one black tit, arranging her skirt so that as it hung you could not really tell she was bare underneath, she went and got a wet cloth so that she could clean the brown much off me as best she could before I went home. Is was now very quiet, we could actually hear her mother working the sewing machine downstairs, so we knew that we were free of an suspicion, we therefore relaxed some what. It was comforting to feel Joyce wiping my face and chest with a warm cloth, actually it was a wonderful feeling just the two of us partially dressed acting so domestically. Joyce had to rinse the wet cloth several times before she managed to get most of the brown muck off me, I thought she had finished when she went for a last rinse, only to come back and shove the warm cloth down the front of my pants. Once she had settled her hand down there she slowly manipulated the cloth all over my wet sticky cock, which!
immediately began to harden, not wishing to miss out I reached over and through her grass skirt seeking that bare pussy I knew was exposed, rubbing my hand down over the velvet fur of her mound I slipped my fingers down into her crack and flick u on her clit making her jump just a little. I would imagine we remained in this position for a good few minutes each touching the other with gently movements of our fingers, slowly bring us back to a state of excitement that would lead we hope to a greater release. We were both panting, our breath ragged, our bodies flushed, when suddenly we heard movement from down stairs, hell we were almost there and we had to stop short of our goal or risk getting caught red handed with our hands on each others body parts, what a shocker, but as circumstance prevailed we had no choice, we could not afford to loose a good thing, and we had already had a good strong cum earlier. I beat it to the washroom to get changed, well actually to hide my n!
ow ridge cock, coming out dressed in my street clothes. Joyce was at the kitchen sink, her mother washing the last remnant of brown muck from her back, I wondered if her mother had noticed that brown coloring had covered more of her daughter’s chest than just above the bra, but then I figured Joyce would have a good explanation for this also, and in any case she would not need her mother’s help to wash that part of her body anyway.
Polite boy that I was I thanked her mother for allowing us to practice, I did not mention practice what however, and prepared to make my exit though the back porch. Joyce followed me out to say our good nights, closing the door behind her taking us out of the view of her mother. Once on the porch Joyce again reached for me wanting her regular good night kiss, but at the same time pull on my arm forcing my hand thought the grass skirt into her love tunnel, which was still leaking. As we took out last kisses, she furiously rubbed my hand on her cunt until she once again brought herself to orgasm,
Forcing a good quantity of juice all over my hand and down her legs, she then pushed me away telling me it was time to be on my way. I went home in a daze, sucking my fingers as I walked over the tracks, through the village and up the street to the house.
Author: Dreghorn |
