Retha Brown surveyed her tawny, naked, chocolate brown body in the mirror. Her body was as perfect and beautiful as her dark face, with its wide brown eyes and soft features. Her breasts were large and far apart, with taut, jutting firmness. Her ripe pussy lips were completely covered by the wiry, black bush of her thick cunt fur.
Why, she thought, did white boys want black pussy? For the same reason black boys want white pussy, she reasoned. Something different.
She giggled then.
Girls could be just as interested in variety. Retha herself, in her nineteen years, had sampled both white and black cocks. She had found them equally exciting and satisfying.
Retha Brown had loved fucking every cock she had taken since the first one, two years before.
But she had fucked them all for fun.
Now, this afternoon, she was about to find out what fucking for something besides fun was all about.
Skip Ardmore was a senior at the University where Retha was a sophomore. He was a major in. theater, specifically film. And, like Retha, he was working his way through school. But unlike Retha's job as a waitress, Skip was working his way through by directing and starring in his own porno films.
Retha had first learned about Skip from Betsy Cross, a busty, hot-blooded redhead in one of her classes. Betsy had been in two of Skip's films already and she planned on doing more.
"Why not?" Betsy had told Retha. "Most of the guys I fuck and suck I would probably go home with anyhow. I dig sex, and this way I make tuition at the same time!"
That had been six months before, and Retha had been aghast. But then, six months before, Retha hadn't had any money problems. She made a little-at the restaurant for spending money and her parents paid for her books and tuition.
Then the bottom had fallen out of her life. Her father had lost his job and had started drinking. Her mother had been forced to go to work. All this after the family had just moved into a new house in an integrated neighborhood.
Finally, two weeks before, her father couldn't take it anymore and had just disappeared. Her mother reluctantly decided that Retha would have to drop out of school for awhile and get a full time job.
But Retha didn't want to drop out of school. She was doing too well to stop now just because of a lack of money.
So she looked up Betsy and, through the redhead, got in touch with Skip Ardmore.
And this afternoon, this moment, Skip was on his way to the house to talk to her about a job in one of his movies.
Retha searched in the walk-in closet for something appropriate to wear. Finding a shortie nightgown with a low V-neck coming down to the waist and the hem ending around the hips, she swiftly slipped into it.
There was another full length mirror in the closet door and she studied the effect of the shortie nightgown. It was tantalizingly low. The inner curves of her plump tits could be seen. And it was sheer. The nipples made rosy shadows through the thin material. The gown ended at the hip line. She was elated and not a little turned on to see some of her black, curly pubic hair peeking out beneath the hem.
But then Retha was always turned on when she saw any part of her body naked. She loved beautiful bodies, and hers was the most beautiful she had ever seen.
She slid her fingers down and combed them through her pubic bush until she found her cunt slit. She traced the lips back and forth from asshole to clitoris until her pussy started oozing. She continued the action until her fingers were wet and sticky with her own lubrication.
Then she brought them up to her mouth and licked them until only saliva remained.
No, she told herself, this isn't for fun, remember? This is business.
The shortie nightgown wouldn't do.
She chose an unrevealing skirt and sweater and finished dressing just as the doorbell started ringing.
Unknown to Retha, George Winston stood at his own window, naked himself, staring at the dark- skinned girl as she fingered her pussy and then dressed.
Damn, he thought, he never realized how much he had wanted some black pussy until Retha Brown and her mother, Lydee, had moved in next door. George had often thought of bringing it up to one or both of the black women after Lydee's husband had disappeared, but he'd never had the proper opportunity.
Stroking his hardened cock, George wondered if either of his two sons had nailed Retha.
George hoped so. It would be a shame if that beautiful chocolate cunt was going to waste. He made a mental note to ask his sons about it. He and the boys shared no secrets. In fact, the three of them often chased pussy together when his wife, Leona, went out of town to visit her mother.
Retha's naked body disappeared under clothes and George sighed, giving his dick a final tug.
"Hey," his wife said from the bed behind him, "what's so damn interesting at that window?"
"Nothing," George growled.
"Then let's get it on, honey," Leona sighed. "Isn't that why you came home from work early?"
George turned and gazed down at his wife writhing on the bed. Her finger was in her cunt, rotating around her clit and providing her with thrills that were about to force her to cum. She didn't want to cum because she wanted to fuck as long as she possibly could. She loved to fuck.
That was the main reason George had married Leona. He knew what fucking was all about because he had devoted most of his adult life to fucking, sucking and everything connected with those two things. Leona was by far the best fucker and sucker he had ever run across in a long career.
But that didn't mean that George didn't like a little strange pussy now and then. He wondered if Leona ever got herself some strange cock. He wouldn't really mind.
What the hell, he'd even jokingly suggested attending a swap party once, but nothing had come of it. Leona hadn't agreed to it, but she hadn't said no, either.
George wondered if there would be swap parties and chances for extra pussy in Houston like there were in Los Angeles. His company was moving him to Houston in two weeks.
Damn, George thought, how he would love to fuck that young bitch, Retha, before he left!
"GEORGE . . . OH, PLEASE . . . !" Leona wailed.
Right now she was moaning and groaning the way she did when the cum was about to pour out of her like Niagara Falls. Her hot pussy was burning and George was thinking about the thousands of fucks they had had over the years they had been married.
He realized that as wild a blow job as Leona was, and as sensational a fuck as she was, he was getting bored with the same cunt year after year.
Not that his prick didn't get hard. Right now that huge tool was starting to vibrate with the juice getting ready to shoot out of it like a rocket. But still he knew that he needed some other kind of stimulation to get his prick really in the mood for the fucking and sucking he loved.
That was happening more and more often lately. Damn, wouldn't it be something to eat Leona and fuck that black girl's pussy at the same time!
But he would think about all that later because right now he had to tend to Leona's cunt that was crying for his tongue. He bent over toward it, and as he came close the delicious musky odor assaulted his nostrils and made his already stiff cock get as hard as a steel bar.
He put his nose up against that willing cunt and slowly made rubbing motions up and down the dripping slit. Faster and faster his nose moved, and as it did it went deeper and deeper into her hole until the entire length of his nose was buried in her throbbing cunt.
"OHHHH, GEORGE! YEAH, YEAH, STICK YOUR WHOLE FACE IN MY CUNT, YOU WONDERFUL CUNTSUCKER! DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU DARE STOP OR I'LL DIE! OH, PLEASE, GEORGE, HONEY, SPIN AROUND SO I CAN PUT YOUR DICK IN MY MOUTH! YOU GOTTA GIVE ME YOUR BEAUTIFUL DICK! I GOTTA HAVE YOUR DICK IN MY MOUTH!" she shrieked.
His prick was hungry for her mouth, so George quickly spun around on the bed and maneuvered his cock next to her slobbering mouth. She leaped on the throbbing tool and immediately took the full length of it into her mouth and throat.
"OOOHHH, AAAGGGHHH!" George growled.
It was a fantastic feeling to have all of his prick disappear into his wife's throat. It sunk so deep that the muscles in it tried to eject it, like they do when water goes down the wrong way, but that motion only stimulated his cock more.
Poor Leona could only hold that huge prick in her throat for a second or two, and then she started to choke. She moved her head back a bit and allowed the pulsating shaft to come out of her throat and into her mouth. " She loved it far too much to let it leave her entirely. What a wonderful flavor!
The drippings from his cock began to flow and the taste buds in her mouth tingled from the familiar cum taste that she loved. She could hardly wait until the huge gush of jissum filled her mouth, throat and insides with sticky warmth.
"THAT'S IT, BABY," George moaned, thinking of Retha's big chocolate tits as he used his tongue like a spoon on his wife's pussy. "SUCK IT! SUCK DADDY'S DICK!"
Leona's tongue began to move with a life all its own. The head of his cock came alive as her snakelike tongue began a dance that could end in only one place . . . him pouring a load into her mouth.
Her big, thick, soft lips massaged the entire surface of his cock with gentle pressures and oily, slippery slidings that made him want to scream with delirious joy.
Every now and then she nibbled at his dick with her teeth, and the small pains only added to the fantastic pleasure of the blow job she was giving.
Even the insides of her cheeks joined in to give him undreamed of cock pleasure. His prick was so wide that the cavity inside her mouth could barely hold his tremendous tool, and when she flexed her cheek muscles the soft tissue caressed his prick to add another touch of joy to her wild cocksucking.
While Leona was loving his cock and sucking it for all she was worth, George was flipping out over the taste of her cunt. God, she did have a great cunt!
More than any other cunt he had ever had, this one was perfect in every way. It looked like the most tasty cunt in creation. It smelled as sweet as the cunt of a six-year-old, and it tasted like water would taste to a man who was dying of thirst on a hot desert.
He pulled his nose out of the mound of meat to look at it as she wildly sucked on his cock. Leona was a genuine blonde and her cunt hairs proved it. They were fine and soft and so thick.
And this beautiful bunch of hair surrounded a cunt that was really a cunt! Most cunts are holes that sink into a woman's crotch area. But not Leona's! Hers jutted out from her crotch area so that when she wore a tight skirt or pants, the outline of it was sharp and clear.
Right in the middle of her mound of pleasure were the outer cunt lips . . . soft pink things that were always wet, because Leona was always hot to go. Then the slit was next, a long and tight opening that literally grabbed any cock that came near it.
There was nothing that that slit loved more than a hard cock that tried to batter its way into the deep hole that lay beyond the slit.
And that hole was something else again! If you can imagine a bottomless cunt that had a million little hands along the endless sides which were burning hot and pulled and bit and ate up your cock as it slithered up against them, then you will have an idea of what it was like to be inside Leona's cunt.
But her cunt wanted more than just George's kissing. It demanded more. Her cunt leaped up from the bed and smashed itself against his mouth. He fell on top of it and she started to grind against his mouth in a rhythmic plea for the kind of cunt-sucking she knew he could do.
And George really knew how to suck a cunt.
His head started to move with the same rhythm of the lascivious grinding of her pussy against his face so that his mouth remained right over her cunt no matter how fast or in what direction she moved it.
All the moving and sucking she was doing got her so hot that her cunt was dripping juices all over the bed. The taste of these juices was so stimulating to George that his tongue came out of his mouth and dove into her hole in search of more.
First he sucked on the outside of her cunt, all around the pulsating mound and thighs and belly, and even down under the cunt and into her asshole.
Her moans and groans became so pitiful that he couldn't resist any longer. With a lightning-like movement his tongue darted into the slit and started to work over the edges.
Now Leona was on the verge of hysteria, the pleasure was so intense. The educated tongue went along one edge of the pleading cunt and then along the other edge, stopping to suck a bit at the top near the clit, then quickly going to the bottom of the cunt near the asshole to suck on the edge of the slit nearest that point.
When George felt that the edges of her slit had had enough, he let his tongue go in a little deeper. That long instrument of pleasure started to suck on the inner walls of her pussy with such expertise and force that Leona felt like her mind was leaving her body.
As far down into the cunt as his tongue could reach, he sucked and drew out her oozing juices.
Then he stiffened his tongue and withdrew it almost all the way out of her hole. He paused for a moment and then forcefully thrust his tongue down again so that he was literally fucking her with his tongue. He repeated this action over and over again. Leona started to go wild. This was the thing that drove her up the wall, and she loved it second _ only to when he put his tongue on her clit. And that's what he did next.
On one of his upward strokes he went to the top of her cunt and placed his tongue square over her clit. She screamed an intense sound of pleasure, knowing that her moment of cumming wasn't far off.
Her hips twisted and she started to grind her cunt salaciously into his face with even more force. His hard tongue became soft as he eased the tension and gently manipulated her clit with his stiffly probing tongue. The little nub of flesh came rigidly to attention and Leona felt herself go over the edge.
She started to gush out her cum, twisting and moaning and groaning, biting on his cock and scratching his body. She swallowed his prick until her lips felt the hairs of his balls and belly.
It all added to her flow.
When George felt her beginning to climax, he couldn't hold back, either. His huge tool started to jerk back and forth. He came right inside her mouth, the hot, sticky warm juice flowing into her mouth and down her clasping throat. It spilled over the corners of her mouth and ran down her neck and onto her tits. The taste of his scalding spunk filled her whole being.
"NOW, FUCK ME, DARLING!" Leona shrieked, shaking her blonde head on his meat. "FUCK MY CUNT AND KEEP YOUR COCK HARD!"
George whirled around, but he didn't ram her cunt immediately with his bloated meat. He knew his dick would stay hard, all right. All he had to do was think of Retha's body with his eyes closed.
"PUT IT IN, GEORGE! OH, SHIT, SHOVE IT IN ME!"
"SOON," George panted. "SOON."
George, for his age, had a magnificent body, with little curling black hairs and a flat, hard stomach that curved into a thickly thatched mound of black pubic fur. And his cock-so long and hard, throbbing with tremendous power, its head thick and purple and oozing his warm, white fluid.
"Just relax, baby . . . we'll take it slow."
He bent his head and covered her mouth with his. Leona opened her lips eagerly to accept his probing tongue. Their tongues met and tasted one another, exchanging their mutual saliva in a passionate, blazing kiss.
Then his strong hands moved on her back and shoulders, moving back and forth, up and down. Leona felt more desire at the nearness, the intoxicating male odor. His kisses stirred a full and total response from her, and when his moving hands worked their way around to lightly cup her firm, full tits, she groaned loudly.
His hands caressed her soft round jugs in earnest as his eager tongue probed in and out of her mouth.
She wrapped her hands in his hair, kissing him even more passionately. "I WANT YOU, HONEY. I WANT YOU IN ME . . . PLEASE, I WANT YOU TO DO IT!"
"Soon, baby, soon. I want you good and hot again first!"
He began to stroke her tits more urgently with his palms, rolling his hands around the soft, smooth mounds, bringing them up to massage the hardened nipples. Then he took the taut red caps between thumb and forefinger and tweaked them into, further rigidity. Leona moaned loudly at his manipulations and she could feel more hot juice seeping from between the lips of her pussy.
Then his head dipped down and his lips encircled one of the stiff, pink knobs, his tongue swirling around and around the goose-bumped areola.
Then, suddenly, one of his muscular hands left her quivering tit and moved down to stroke her thighs. His fingers explored the downy soft skin of her inner thighs hungrily, moving higher, until the tips of his searching fingers rested on the moistened mound of her warm pussy. Leona jumped, pressing her body tightly to the exciting contact.
George's hot, moist palm pressed against the silky fleece of her pussy mound, and rippling waves of passion threatened to blank her mind completely. He slipped one of his fingers into the soft, warm slit between her ass cheeks. The probing finger located the tiny nub of her clit, teasing over it again and again and causing a sharp thrill and intense pleasure to bubble past Leona's lips. Her hands in his hair had tightened, pulling his head down harder against her tits.
"OH, HONEY, THAT FEELS SO GOOD . . . SO GOOOD!" she crooned.
His hand was stroking the warm, smooth head of his giant staff now. She felt the full length of the big cock throb against her thigh. He gently but firmly began forcing her legs apart with the head of his great prick and she felt it trembling there like a wedge trying to part her cunt lips.
He left his big cock just where it was, throbbing teasingly at the lips of her pussy, and clutched both his hands at her big tits, squeezing them almost painfully, lowering his head and planting hot kisses on the big balls of flesh.
"OH, SHIT, PUT IT IN, DARLING!" she screamed. "PUT IT IN BEFORE I EXPLODE!"
But still he waited, his eyes closed, the picture of Retha's brown, naked beauty an image behind his lids.
His hand went back to her tits. He put one hand to each huge breast and stroked. He squeezed and pinched their round plumpness until the nipples were red and quivering.
Leona started writhing beneath him, trying to get the wet furrow of her cunt close to his hard prick. She was loving what he was doing to her tits, the sensations spreading down the length of her body to her seeping pussy.
He squeezed the huge melons of her breasts together, pressing against their full outer sides, then his tongue licked between the silky globes, into the deep valley between them.
Leona was going crazy. She asked, then begged, then insisted that he hurry and put his big cock up into her cunt.
"OH, GEORGE, PLEASE!" she cried, her body writhing uncontrollably beneath him, trying to capture his throbbing cock between her thighs. "PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO WAIT ANOTHER SECOND! I CAN'T STAND IT!"
Grasping his giant tool in one hand, George maneuvered the throbbing head to the entrance to her cuntal channel. Slowly, slowly, his prick began to find its way into the wet, juicy hold. She was more than ready. Eyeing the huge bludgeon of his powerful tool, she shivered in anticipation and surged up to meet his driving body.
Her hands rose to pull him down into her. "FUCK ME GOOD," she moaned. "OH, SHIT, I CAN FEEL THE HEAD OF YOUR PRICK GOING IN ... GO AHEAD! DO IT! GO, GO, GO! DON'T STOP UNTIL I'VE GOT IT ALL!"
Rhythmically, she clenched and loosened the soft cheeks of her ass beneath her, so that her body undulated under his. Her hand shot between his body and hers and gripped and pulled, guiding him into the wet mouth of her crotch. She forced her long legs as far apart as she could get them and bucked her cunt hard over his thrusting cockmeat.
George rammed forward to bury the crown of his throbbing prick far inside her. She grunted, biting her lip to keep from crying out. She went limp for a moment, staring at the ceiling beyond his wide shoulders.
Then his big cock started going in and out. An ecstatic shiver went sweeping over her entire, sweaty body.
Then she bucked and felt his balls implanted against the crack of her ass. She also felt the hard bone of his pelvis crushing against her own matted, wet cunt hair and knew that she had him all, all of his turgid cock up her belly.
"I GOT IT!" she cried happily. "I GOT ALL YOUR PRICK IN MY PUSSY!" He stayed tight against her, lying still with his body propped above hers, on his forearms.
Her hips began to rise and fall, slowly at first, then speeding until it felt as if there were a trip hammer against him. He thrust, withdrew, and plunged again. She heaved against him and her nails were claws on his back. Her heels pounded on his ass, and he slammed against the yielding mouth of her womb. Her motions quickened still more.
Then suddenly she began to wail. "OH! OH, NOW . . . NOW! MY PUSSY'S CUMMING . . . OH, I'M CUMMMINNNGGG!"
"TAKE IT, BABY! TAKE IT! I'M ALMOST THERE, TOO!" George shouted.
She rose against his powerful thrusts and he could feel the tightness slide over the head of his rampaging prick like a pulsing mouth. His giant cockhead expanded still more, and his balls ached with churning cum.
Leona felt the giant shaft expanding inside her quivering inner depths. "OHHH, DARLING, I FEEL IT, I FEEL IT! CUM, HONEY, CUM!"
He came. He didn't have to move at all. The action of her pussy was enough. As his scalding sperm cascaded into her cunt hole, she screeched with every drop, her thighs contracting around him until he thought he might break in two.
"AAAAAHHH, OOOOHHHH!" they groaned in unison as his balls emptied in repeated spasms. They moaned and relaxed in a tired pile, their limbs tangled and still.
His limp and steamy cock slipped from her cunt and he eased his big body around hers until their legs were stretched out together and her head was pillowed on his arm, his lips against her ear.
"You know what?" she sighed.
"What?"
"You must be the best cock in the world, darling," she sighed.
George wanted to tell his wife that she was the best cunt. But all he was thinking about was the black pussy next door.
Chapter Two
They were in the downstairs bedroom. Retha had taken him in there because he could get out the French windows quickly in case her mother came home early.
Her mother would never know what Skip was doing there, of course, but Retha still didn't want Lydee to know that her daughter even knew Skip.
She had gotten him a beer. He sat on the sofa across from her, drinking and lightly running his thumb up and down the bulge in the front of his jeans.
It was a huge bulge, even soft, and Retha was thinking that, under different circumstances, she might very well enjoy sucking and fucking this handsome white boy.
"You know, of course, that in my films we don't fake it," he said.
"I know."
"I mean, we get down to it ... all the way."
"Betsy told me," Retha said.
"Betsy's a good head and she's wild on film. That's because she digs screwing anyway. Do you?"
"I ... I guess I'm normal," Retha gulped. "And I need the money." "By the way, how old are you?" "Nineteen."
"Nineteen, eh? Cool. That's a good age. You look great in that outfit you have on, but would you mind taking it off so I can see what you look like naked?"
"Is that necessary?"
"Hell," he laughed. "Modesty."
Still chuckling, Skip quickly maneuvered his jeans and shorts off.
"There," he said. "I show you, you show me!"
Hesitantly, Retha peeled off her own clothing until she stood in front of Skip as naked as the day she was born.
He scrutinized her nude body carefully . . . looking for any flaws or signs of wear and tear such as stretch marks or operative scars. None were to be found, though. Her complexion was flawless. Smooth, dark and soft. The thick bush of curls on her cunt was as black as the hair on her head. Her tits were big and firm and bouncy looking. And her ass was a pair of perfectly molded twin globes.
"Am I okay?" Retha asked timidly.
"Okay? Hell, you're perfect!" And jaded as his sexual appetite had become, he felt his prick hardening at the sight of her glorious nudity.
He tore at his shirt as he moved toward her, his stiff prick bearing visual testimony to his arousal. He pulled her up close to his body and began feeling her up with the unleashed passion of a fumbling schoolboy.
"Wait!" Retha gasped, pushing him away. "Are you sure that this isn't just a fast promotion into bed instead of a job?"
"Baby, I'm on the level," Skip assured her. "Now let's get on with it. Let's fuck!"
"Do I get paid for it?" she asked.
"Paid? Are you a prostitute, too?"
"Of course not," she snapped. "But you said you wanted to hire me to work. And don't tell me this is just a rehearsal."
"Shit!" he hissed. "You're not a goddamned virgin, are you?" "No."
"Well, then. Don't you ever fuck just for fun?"
Yes, Retha thought, she loved to fuck for fun. Fucking was supposed to be fun.
"I'm sorry," she finally said. "I'm just too suspicious, I guess. I don't know you yet. Maybe you just came on too strong, too fast."
"Maybe. But I have an idea. I am going to hire you. So why don't we call it a rehearsal, like you said? Get to know if we have the right chemistry together in bed? A lot of the chicks I've worked with for sex pictures just lie back and spread their legs, but have no enthusiasm for the work. Shit, the only reason I do this kind of stuff is because I enjoy sex."
"I thought money was the reason," Retha said.
"Oh, the money's important, all right. But I could make money at other jobs, if it came down to that. I like to enjoy my work, though, and if I can get paid for doing what I enjoy doing most, then hell, why not?"
"You've got a point there," Retha grinned.
His cock was huge and rubbing against her belly. It was having its effect. Her pussy was starting to ooze juice from its hot lips.
"You want it, don't you, baby?" he growled.
"You're shaking."
"Yeah," Retha said, "I guess I do."
The heat of his body was heavy on hers as his mouth fused with hers and his hands covered her body with an expertise that set off electric charges within her.
"Let's get into bed," he whispered hotly, his mouth at her ear. "I feel like a whore."
"Then it's up to me to make you feel like a woman."
"Could we go a little slower, Skip?"
"Why waste time, baby? You need me and I need you ... for now, anyway. It's true . . . isn't it?" His hard cock was rubbing against her thigh. It sent sparks right to the core of her cunt.
At that moment a hatred for all men rose quickly in her breast. But it faded quickly when his hands found the soft mound between her thighs. He was right.
She felt herself being pulled. His arms wound around her and lifted her, carrying her to the bed. The next thing she knew they were on the bed. She could feel the throbbing hardness of his cock pressing insistently against her leg.
"Do you know you're beautiful?"
"I've been told," she whispered.
"And sexy?"
"I've been told that, too."
"Sexier than most girls?"
"That's just one man's opinion."
"That's my opinion," Skip said. "And, believe me, I know . . . I've had them all."
"But you haven't had me," she said, her body shaking like a leaf.
"But I'm going to."
His mouth was eager, adept. He groped at her smooth tawny thighs and her body moved to let him know she yearned for his touch. Excitement rose to high tide in her as his supple fingers probed her crotch.
"Passionate baby," he crooned, pushing her back against the headboard, hovering over her. "Do I drive you crazy?"
"Yes," she admitted, her voice uneven.
"Good."
She waited, excitement zigzagging through her, wondering when he would start fucking her, wishing he would hurry.
He lay next to her and ran his big hands all over her naked body. His blunt fingers gently caressed her long, tapering legs and probed into the pubic hairs on her dark pussy. He parted the soft lips and went inside to play with her clitoris. His other hand moved up to her huge tits and squeezed them tenderly. With his forefinger and thumb, he tweak- ed the nipples which had already grown stiff with desire.
All this time, Retha lay still, letting Skip have his way with her naked body. Now he had infused the desire in her to begin reciprocating. Her own hands went to his naked dick and felt the strength and hardness and hairiness of his totally masculine meat.
Her fingers spread out and smoothly raced over the taut surface of his thigh. The same delicate fingers crept teasingly up his thigh until they had reached his wide-open crotch. She plunged her hand between his parted legs and ever so gently cupped his massive balls in her palm. She lifted them, bounced them, and stroked them with tender loving care. She fully knew how sensitive a man's balls were, and she responded with equal sensitivity in her probing touch.
She had less success in grasping Skip's gigantically huge hard-on. Though she stretched her fingers to the utmost, they only partially encircled the thick circumference of his distended prick. Nevertheless, she moved her hand in a rapid motion over and under and all up and down the entire length of his mammoth cock, feeling every smooth, powerful inch of the awesomely big hunk of meat.
Then Skip pulled his whole body onto the bed next to her and pressed his powerful frame tightly against hers, kissing her passionately. He thrust his wet tongue down her throat as she forced her own tongue into his mouth.
He sat up long enough to spread her legs into position and to pull her cunt open widely. His strong arms then held his weight hovering over her as he brought his stiff dick into contact with her yawning pussy.
"That's bigger than any cock I've ever had before," Retha gasped. "Do ... do you think I can take it all right?"
"No sweat, baby," Skip rasped. "Your cunt's got more than enough room to handle my dick. I've gotten into tighter holes than yours."
"Well, take it easy, anyway, will you, please?" she begged.
"I always do, honey. I always do."
And he did. Skip didn't believe in pushing his prick all the way into a girl's cunt the same way a man shoves his hand into a glove. He took his time, getting the thick knob at the head of his cock in first. Then he pushed in another inch or so, making sure Retha showed no discomfort. When he had finally eased about six or seven good stiff inches up her hole, he held up awhile, fucking her with only the portion of prick he had driven into her hole.
Soon, however, Retha became so inflamed with lustful desire that she was tearing at his shoulders with her fingernails, crying for more.
Skip readily complied, driving the remainder of his thick prong into her burning gash. It made Retha gasp. Never before in her life had she ever had such a feeling. Her body was completely impaled by a long, thick lance of stiffened male flesh. Her first sensation was that of nearly being split in two. But as his imprisoned cock began to slide in and out of her cunt furiously, she kept pumping her ass upward in order to take every inch that slid back in with increasing rapidity.
"OWWW, SHIT," Skip groaned, "YOU ARE ONE GOOD FUCK, BABY! YOU DO LOVE IT!"
A deep groan escaped from her lips as his body wedged between her thighs. Suddenly she didn't care about anything else . . . she wanted him. Her legs spread wide and her arms reached out for him.
His giant cock slid into her cunt again and again, like a greased pole, and her buttocks lifted off the bed to greet him. Skip reached beneath her and cupped her full, fleshy ass cheeks. The fucking began in earnest. His lips settled on a swollen nipple, and he began to lave it as he pistoned his giant prick into her gushing pussy.
"OH, BABY, GOOD . . . GOOD!" he cried. "WE FUCK SO GOOD, SO DAMN GOOD!"
"FUCK ME," Retha hissed, trying with every muscle in her body and every cell in her brain to stop her hips from arching her cunt up to meet his spirited thrusts. She couldn't.
Use him! she told herself. Fuck for yourself! And then she did.
"ALL RIGHT, DAMMIT . . . hang on!"
She tightened her thighs and wound her legs tightly around his hips. She lowered her hips and ass until his cock was barely inside her cunt. Then she drove her hips upward like a pile-driver, impaling her cunt on his prick.
He responded, tightening his ass and ramming his cock-meat in and out of her sopping hole. He kneaded her tits as though he were trying to tear them from her chest.
Retha's head flew from side to side on the pillow, her hair flying against his head and shoulders. A scream erupted in her throat. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. Her hips came alive as her cunt pounded over his willing, thrusting cock.
"IT'S GOOD! OH, IT'S SO GOOD!" Skip groaned, feeling his balls slapping against her succulent ass.
Retha came, the joy of her climax shaking her body to the very marrow of her bones. And still she didn't stop. Her brain was on fire with the heat of his big prick inside her pussy. She went faster, pounding his cock even harder, trying to urge him to match her rhythm.
She rolled over and straddled him. Up, down, went her ass, pounding him into the bed.
Her mind continued screaming at her. Fucking. Sex. Cock. Cunt. Sucking. Fucking. Take it! Rip it right out of him!
Sweat and cunt juice flowed from her body, soaking both of them, as again she had an orgasm. This time he matched her, his cock swelling, the head throbbing with a heat that seemed to sear the inner walls of her pussy.
His cum heightened hers as she felt the quaking spurts of liquid bathe her cunt, battering it.
She lay back, his prick like a hard bone cramming up against her belly. Slowly his cock diminished and slipped out of her pussy. In its wake, streams of juice mixed with his cum and ripped from her gaping hole. She felt his cum with her fingers and spread the gooey mixture over the insides of her thighs.
"You're gonna do just fine, baby," Skip grinned at her. "Just fine."
"Thanks," Retha said, without much conviction.
"But we do a lot of other things besides cocks in cunts." "I figured," she said.
thought he got a glimpse of her pubic hairs where they curled out around the panties.
I hope I don't cum in my pants before we even get there! Kent thought.
He felt the heavy spheres of her ass pressing against his cock. First the left side clenched, and then the right repeated the action. His prick responded at once, and she felt it. They grinned knowingly at each other. Betsy clenched her buttocks together and Kent's dick immediately jumped to attention. Excitement boiled in his stomach.
Suddenly Betsy cried out, "Hey, where we goin'?"
"Out to the woods," Chris replied.
"No dice," Betsy exclaimed. "I don't fuck in cars or woods no more! It's beds or nothin'! Let's go to your house."
"Shit," Kent declared, "we can't do that. Our folks are liable to be home."
"So what?" Chris said. "The old man won't give a shit, and if Mom's home I'll get rid of her somehow."
They were barely in the house when they heard the racket upstairs.
Betsy giggled. "Sounds like your folks are home and hard at it!"
Chris laughed. "That's our old man, all right.
You go first, Kent," he told his little brother. "Use the back bedroom. I'll stand watch in case Mom comes downstairs."
Kent's body broke into a cold sweat as he led Betsy into the bedroom at the rear of the house. It wasn't that he hadn't been laid before, but he'd never had anyone as wild as Betsy Cross before, either.
She was a senior, like Chris, where Kent was only a freshman. And he'd heard rumors about her. Some of the guys even claimed that she took part in Skip Ardmore's orgies and film making sex parties.
He hoped he could handle her.
They were barely in the bedroom when Betsy flopped on the bed, letting her skirt crawl to her hips.
"You goin' first, lover?" she cooed, when Kent stopped and looked down at her. She had her hand up her skirt and had been tickling the already wet lips of her pussy until they were burning with desire.
She was more than willing to take both of them on. Chris never knew it, but she had taken part in lots of gang-bangs, and with a lot more than just two guys. Often with as many as ten. Betsy loved to fuck.
Once, with Skip and some of his buddies, she had taken three cocks at once during the shooting of a film. She chuckled to herself when she thought about it. She had outlasted them all.
Kent gulped when he saw the hand move under her skirt and realized she was playing with herself. Her hand had pulled her skirt up far enough to expose most of her full, white thighs. Her tits rose and fell in time to her steady, fast breathing. Her nipples were outlined, as were the areolas, in the sheer silky blouse. There was that soft, uncontained look beneath the silk; the look that spoke of bare flesh ready to be tasted.
The young boy licked his lips as his eyes traveled up and down her body. At that point in time, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even more beautiful than Retha, the black girl next door, whom Kent had had a crush on since the day she had moved in.
But, at that moment, he wasn't thinking of Retha.
How could he when this was waiting for him?
"You're very beautiful," he said hoarsely, bending down to her.
"You're cute," she said. "I love to fuck. Don't you?"
That was all the impetus the young, inexperienced boy needed. "Yes," he whispered, kissing her and accepting it with glee when she drove her tongue in between his lips.
He took her in his arms and held her tightly against him; the warmth of her braless, unrestrained tits radiated through her blouse against his chest, bringing more sensations coursing down to his throbbing dick. His own nipples thrilled to the contact of the hardened tips protected by the soft, silky material. - "Let me get my blouse off," she whispered, breathing hard and rapidly now. He thought that her cunt must be flowing with warm juices from the look of her half-shut eyes hooded with passion. She was excited, her red hair falling around her flushed cheeks as her fingers flew down the buttons. She shrugged her shoulders and her blouse fell off. She was half-naked now, and Kent saw the white flesh, the huge tits rising and falling in two distinct globes, parted by the deep, milky crevice. Her nipples were deep pink, almost reddish, delicately shaped.
"Suck 'em a little, lover," Betsy cooed. "I love to have my titties sucked."
Gently, softly, he took one nipple at a time between his lips. Betsy leaned back slightly and sighed with pleasure. At her cunt, she felt the rising heat of her passion flowing in sticky streams.
She felt hot and passionate, as though she could take her time, and just relax to the little pleasure kisses of his lips against the tingling nipples that capped the white rising flesh of her tits. She could feel his young, rigid cock along her leg. It was long, she could tell.
Oh, yes, she thought, this is gonna be a good, good night! Two good cocks!
That bastard Skip couldn't be relied upon at all. He was supposed to shoot tonight. Not only was there no shoot, Skip hadn't even shown up to take her to the pot party at Lily Stevenson's house.
Well, shit, she'd just make her own party!
"You always so gentle, sweetheart?" she asked.
"Uh . . . yeah, I guess so," Kent croaked.
"It's nice, but I like it a little rougher after we start."
"Yeah, sure . . . yeah," he agreed. "So do I . . . baby." His own ego swelled his chest harder against her tits.
Betsy leaned forward and found his lips with hers; they were moist and welcomingly parted. He felt her tongue gliding effortlessly through his lips, prying, opening, until it found his tongue. Quick, darting movements, thrusts of tongue against tongue, heightened the passion in their young bodies.
Then she slowed her tongue . . . thrusting, striking up a deliberate tempo, in and out of his mouth, hotly suggestive of the fucking she wanted.
Kent shuddered with anticipation; one of his hands left her tit and glided under the skirt, running along a smooth, silken thigh, coming to rest at the top of her hairy slit. His fingers opened a way through the wiry, glued-up jungle, searching for her cunt, for the thick pussy lips still closed over the delicate bud of her clitoris and the clasping, bewitching little hole leading to the interior of her cunt.
Betsy shivered at the harsh but gentle fingers exploring her pussy under her skirt. She felt her clit-bud stiffening under a massaging thumb while a longer finger ran along the moist, warm slit. She forgot everything else but the fires lighted in her cunt. She moved her hands down to the bulge in the front of his jeans. She traced the long, hard line of his throbbing prick with the softness of her hand.
"Let me see it," she breathed. "Let me see your cock. Let me hold it!"
Her voice was husky with wanting, and it set off a blast of exploding desire inside him. He felt her hand on him, unbuttoning his fly, searching for his rigid prick. She brought his dick out into the open. Then she reached in and brought out his hairy nuts as well.
Her fingers slowly massaged the heavy foreskin back and forth over the jerking prickhead. Kent could feel the blood throbbing vigorously into the large, plum-like cocktip; tiny droplets of thick, white fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitive hole, smearing wetly against her delicate fingers. Then he was wiggling, kicking off his shoes, his pants.
Soon he was completely naked.
Betsy was still wearing her skirt, naked from the slim waist upward. She lay beside him, and they kissed again, a lingering, tongue-lashing, moist kiss that said it all . . . how they both felt, flesh against naked flesh, and what they wanted to do to each other.
"Your cock's hard," Betsy moaned. "It's hard as a rock."
"It's hard for you, Betsy ... for you," Kent breathed, much more sure of himself now.
Her hand grasped his prick again, lightly, expertly. There was no bite of fingernails, no inept over-eagerness; just a light stroking, all-encompassing and possessive surrounding of a woman's soft hand. She moaned hotly, feeling his throbbing, awesomely huge cock come alive in her hand. Her hand moved, and Kent closed his eyes, gasping with agonized joy as she jacked his heated prick.
"Oh, God . . . God, that feels good," he groaned, cupping and kneading her firm tits.
"I WANT YOU, LOVER," Betsy gasped. "I WANT TO FEEL ALL OF THIS BIG, BEAUTIFUL COCK INSIDE ME, TEARING ME APART. I WANT IT NOW!"
Her voice trembled and grew fainter as her head moved down. For a brief moment, he saw the hair flow around his crotch. His body stiffened.
God, Kent thought, what was she doing? She was kissing his cock . . . she had her lips around the head of his cock!
"Wha . . . Jeez . . . wha . . . ?" he gasped.
"I'm gonna French you a little, lover," the girl cooed. "I can't help it . . . you got a beautiful, big hard dick for such a little guy. Don't ya want me to? I don't do it for every guy."
Then her lips were around him. He relaxed to the sudden, surrounding warmth and the darting, pleasure-giving tongue.
The skin on his cock tightened. He opened his legs, pointing his dick outward, his hands placed on the girl's head. Then he leaned over her, caressed her hair, her neck, her arms. He ran his fingers along the smooth, bare back. But he didn't want to abandon himself to the warmth on the tip of his cock. He was afraid of exploding right there, spurting his cum into her sucking mouth, finishing brutally what he wanted to make last.
Her voice and body heaving with delight, Betsy abandoned the throbbing prick. It came from her mouth, glistening with her saliva. She leaned back, tits darting and jiggling tantalizingly.
"Mmmm, how great it was to suck your cock, lover, even for a little minute. I almost wanted to go through with it to the end ... I mean, to have you shoot right there, into my mouth. But I want you too much. I want you there . . . right there. Feel! See how wet my pussy is for your beautiful dick? Take the rest of my clothes off . . . hurry!"
She was on her knees, her thighs pressing against her calves, her torso arched backward, offering the delightful view of her firm breasts and gaping, pink-meated cunt. Kent lowered himself. His hand went to her waist, found the zipper, pushed it down and the skirt fell around her hips, baring the soft round belly and the tangled mat shining below. His hand went to her crotch, feeling its moist warmth, teasing the stiff clit. Excited, she moaned. Her legs opened farther, shaking the skirt off.
"OH," she cried at him, "DO SOMETHING! ANYTHING!" She writhed in passion as she caressed her own hairy cunt mound with her quivering hand. "GIVE ME PLEASURE, LOVER, I WANT IT SO MUCH!"
Her legs trembled. She put her hands on his shoulders, fingernails digging into the hard muscle and flesh. Her melon-like tits rubbed against each other as she squeezed them to an enormous size with her arms.
Kent's hands pushed at the tender inner part of her thighs, spreading her legs even wider apart, opening her drooling cunt fully. He knelt down between the firm columns of her legs and brought his hand to the heated crotch. With his fingers, he titillated the gushing slit. He loved the sensation of softness under his touch, finding pleasure in the throbbing little clitoris.
Betsy's belly rotated at the rhythm of the caress. She reached down and opened her cuntlips wide, showing the glistening red flesh of her inner vulva to him.
"I WANT YOUR COCK NOW . . . NOW, NOW!! she cried. "FILL MY HOLE!" HOLE!"
"TAKE IT," the boy panted, returning her eagerness. "TAKE IT ANY WAY YOU WANT IT!"
Savagely, she got up and pushed him back. He fell back with his rigid cock thrusting straight up into the air.
"YES . . . YESSSSS," she hissed hotly. "LIKE THAT ... I WANT IT LIKE THAT."
He lay on his back, looking at her as she moved slowly down, hovering her body, her wet thighs and hips just above him. Lower and lower she came, slowly down, touching his body, then resting upon him, twisting so that her ass cheeks rubbed hotly against his raised thighs, spreading her hot cunt juice all over them. He was writhing and squirming, loving the feeling of her hot, wet snatch pressing against him and caressing his flesh.
"It's ready for you," he sighed.
"And I'll take it," she said, her eyes watching his hard dick gyrate beneath her.
She was hovering over his hot, extended tool. She rolled the stiff shaft between her fingers. He could see her tense face with an expression of wild desire flushing her cheeks, hardening the nipples of her swollen tits.
She gently caressed the interior of her puffy slit with the thick cockhead. Smilingly, Kent followed her gestures with his eyes, thinking that she was one hell of a lay.
Her hips came down, guiding her gushing cunt hole until she lay upon him, with his throbbing prick in her cunt to the balls.
His hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips, helping her as she fucked him with a wild frenzy.
She closed her eyes and panted, humping faster, faster until she screamed as sheer spasms of ecstasy went ripping through her body. At the moment her cunt began contracting around his pulsing rod, his balls exploded, spurting an enormous jet of steaming fuck juice, followed by another, then another. He emptied his balls into her quaking hole while a violent wave of release shook her from head to toe.
He moved, withdrawing his dying cock from its silky sheath with a wet plop. Betsy raised herself from him.
Smiling, she showed him the long streams of cum slowly flowing onto his belly from her wet cunt. But Betsy wasn't satisfied. Kent had come off a little too fast. She liked the ratio of cums a little more her way; three for her and one for the guy. But she didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"You wait right here, lover," she said. "Get your strength back up . . . I'll be back."
Kent sighed as he moved to the window and hoped that he could get another hard-on right away.
Across the lawn he could see two naked bodies in Retha Brown's downstairs bedroom.
He squinted his eyes and adjusted them to the dimness in the other room.
"OOOHHH DAMN!"
Chapter Three
After the first fuck, Retha not only had decided to make Skip's movies, but had further decided to screw his ass off that afternoon.
They smoked and rested, now and then touching each other, letting the desire and the need in their bodies build slowly.
"Want some more?" she said, a little acid in her voice.
Skip chuckled. "I always heard you black chicks were hot-blooded, but you're too much, Retha."
"Am I, Skip? Am I too much for you?"
He chuckled again and tugged her to him.
Her eyes flashed with lust. God, she thought, it felt good to be desired. She wiggled closer to him and pulled one of his legs between hers so she could massage the heavy muscle of his thigh with the warm, wet lips of her cunt.
"Make love to me this time," she purred, her voice choking a little. She slipped her arms around him and pulled tight. "Make special love to me!"
"Love? There ain't no such thing as love, baby," he said. "There's just cocks and cunts and fucking."
All right, you bastard, Retha thought. You want cunt, I'll give you more cunt than you can handle!
"PLAY WITH MY PUSSY," she growled. "GET ME TURNED ON AND I'LL GIVE YOU A HELL OF A FUCK!"
Skip moved his hand up her inner thigh until he could feel the warm wetness where her legs met. "YOU'RE WET AGAIN," he hotly breathed.
"Hell, yes, I'm wet . . . and I'll get wetter."
"You really dig it, don't you, Retha baby?"
"YOU BETTER BELIEVE I DIG IT, LOVER! NOW FINGER-FUCK ME! TURN ME ON!"
She wrapped her arms around his heck and kissed him passionately. At the same time she hunched up and down until she had worked two of his fingers deep up into her cuntal channel.
She moaned around his tongue in her mouth and, when the kiss was broken, lay back on the bed to enjoy the thrill that his probing fingers caused in her body.
She maneuvered her legs until they were in front of her. Then she placed her hand over his and guided his manipulations until all four of his fingers were pounding into her hole and the heel of his hand was caressing her clitoris.
"Like that?" he rasped.
"YEAH, YEAH," Retha moaned. "ONLY A LITTLE FASTER!"
"YOU'VE GOT BEAUTIFUL TITS."
Her cunt was again burning with lust when her hand ran all the way up to his crotch and found his pulsing hard-on.
"And you've got a beautiful cock," she purred, while she continued to ram her cunt over his hand. "I've got an idea," she suddenly panted. "Lay back!"
"What are you gonna do?" "Suck your dick while you finger-fuck me from behind!"
"OOHHHHH!" he groaned while she shifted around on the bed.
She tickled his nipples and then moved her hands down across his stomach. His eyes were closed and the slight smile on his face told her that he liked what she was doing.
She began kissing him on the neck while her hands kept moving up and down his body. Soon she was hotly kissing his chest. She could feel his whole body respond as she slowly and gently cupped his testicles in her hand. When she ran her fingertips over that sensitive area between his balls and asshole, he spread his legs, moaning and inviting more. And she gave him more, her fingers tickling his asshole and then moving back across the ridge to his balls.
She was now kissing his stomach, her tongue exploring his navel. She could feel the touch of his hard prick under her chin, but she wanted to tease him to a frenzy before giving him the pleasure he was beginning to crave.
She ran her hands up and down the insides of his legs as her tongue pressed into his curly pubic hair just above the base of his cock. She could feel his elongated shaft pressing hotly against the side of her cheek. His balls were now pulled up closer against his body, and when she tickled them, she could feel them pulling up even tighter.
"OH, AAHHH . . . SUCK IT BEFORE I GO CRAZY!" Skip hissed.
"SOON," she replied, "SOON. POUND MY CUNT WITH YOUR FINGERS!"
Her mouth and tongue began working on the base of his rigid prick. Then she lowered her kisses to his balls. She licked them and sucked gently, taking them into her warm mouth. As she did it, she pressed her fingertip against his asshole. Skip was arching his back slightly and beginning to breathe heavily.
She ran her tongue along the throbbing shaft of his cock nearly to the ridge, but stopped short of it. She kept doing it, kissing and licking on all of his shaft except that exquisitely sensitive swollen head. She knew it was torture, but exciting torture. Her own body was responding with desire.
Finally, she couldn't wait any longer herself. Each time she reached the top of his cock, her desire mounted until at last she took the head into her mouth and sucked and moved her lips back and forth over it eagerly. He was moaning, almost crying with pleasure now. Her head bobbed up and down on his organ and her fingers played with his balls. She could feel his whole body tensing, readying for his orgasm.
"OH, BABY, YOU KNOW HOW TO SUCK! I MEAN IT ... IT FEELS SO GOOD! SO DAMN GOOD!" He had closed his eyes and continued to pound his fingers into her cunt. Then it happened. Two of his fingers slipped up her asshole, and Retha came.
Great gushes of her juice flooded his hand.
"OH, SHIT, I THINK I'M GONNA CUM!" Skip shouted.
Retha lifted her head from his dick and whirled around on the bed. "NO, NO, DAMMIT ... I WANT IT IN ME! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME IN THE ASS!"
"WHAT?"
"Your fingers felt so good up my ass that I want to see what it feels like to have that big cock up there!"
Skip was now sure he had a complete kook on his hands, but the idea of rupturing her beautiful butt was too maddening to turn down. He was no longer in control of his senses. They were ruled now by the blood-throbbing hardness of his cock and the cum-bloated sac of his balls.
His desire was all-powerful.
Breathing raggedly with lust, he got up on his hands and knees behind the beautiful girl. He drew her quivering young body up with him, turning her so that the full beauty of her softly rounded ass was directly in front of his cock.
The head of his dick dripped as it teased the crack between the creamy butt cheeks. It jutted from his body like a hammer. The wet cockhead almost touched the already gyrating ring of Retha's puckered but soaking rear hole.
He began to stroke her soft, fleshy globes and tease her with the rubbery tip of is pulsating prick. Groans of pleasure erupted from her throat, serving to goad him on. He moved his fingers to her hole. Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into her. He wiggled it around inside her ass, drawing even louder whimpers of increased desire from her throat. Then he put both hands on her quivering, full buttocks and used his thumb to draw her tight little asshole wide open.
"DAMMIT, QUIT FUCKING AROUND, YOU BASTARD!" Retha hissed. "GIVE IT TO ME!"
Skip leaned forward so that the hard, fleshy knob of his blood-engorged prick almost touched the eager hole. He poised there, letting her emit another wild shriek of desire.
To his surprise, she took over on her own accord. She reached between her wide-splayed thighs and grasped his cock in her hand. Impatiently, she guided the bulbous head against her rear channel. She wiggled the juice-dripping tip around and around the small, aching entrance to her bowels.
"DAMMIT, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS WITH THAT BIG HARD COCK! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR? SHOVE IT IN! SHOVE IT ALL THE WAY UP MY ASS, DAMMIT! TEAR ME APART WITH YOUR PRICK!"
He moved his hips at her command, teasing the shaft along the wide crevice between her delectable ass cheeks. Then he leaned forward as she placed his knob directly against her puckered, clutching anus. He steadied himself by clutching at her cheeks and clawing fingers. Then, with a powerful, sudden thrust, he thrust his thick, rigid prick far up into her ass.
There was pressure against his entrance for only a second. When he shoved again, he buried his dick nearly to his balls in the creamy hole of her beautiful butt.
"YEEEGGGHHH!" Retha screamed. "COCK! COCK! I LOVE COCK!" Her body writhed over his dick in wild delight. She reached back and grasped at his swinging balls, kneading them convulsively, almost painfully, urging him to sink more and more of his prick into her clasping asshole.
"GIVE IT ALL TO ME!" she screamed. "GIVE ME YOUR COCK! DON'T HOLD THE SON-OF-A-BITCH BACK! FUCK ME WITH THE WHOLE DAMN THING!"
Her body mesmerized him. Her creamy chocolate ass cheeks danced on the end of his cock, driving him on and on to new and greater heights of pleasure than he had ever known. Her swinging, swollen tits hung far down from her body. They nearly touched the sheet with their voluptuous fullness.
Skip clutched hard at her hips, grunting with strain as he thrust still deeper into her ass. Farther and farther his scorching prick went into the warm depths of her bowels. He drove with such pressure that he pushed her forward. He reached under her heaving torso and cupped her heavy, lush, firm tits. Savagely, he squeezed and kneaded them, pinching the nipples hard between his thumb and forefinger as he heaved forward with long, battering strokes, driving his massive cock with pure lust up into her ass.
"THERE, THERE!" he cried at last as, with one vicious, ass-smacking lunge, he buried every inch of his huge prick inside her rear channel. "TAKE IT ALL, YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
And still she wanted more.
"OH, YEAH, YEAH, YES!" she mewled in joy and rapture. "OH, SHIT, IT HURTS. IT HURTS LIKE HELL BUT I LOVE IT! I LOVE THE SHIT OUT OF IT! HURT ME! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME!"
TAKE IT . . . TAKE IT!" he groaned in frustration behind her, pounding her ass with all the strength in his body.
"DON'T STOP . . . KEEP FUCKING ME THERE! HARDER! OH, SHIT, KEEP IT UP! HARDER!"
Skip kept driving his powerful, thick tool up into Retha's body with hard, brutal strokes. He used his hands to claw and tear at her tits as if they could be ripped from her chest.
And still she shouted encouragement.
His crotch smacked savagely against her upturned asscheeks. His balls felt as though they were on fire where they rested in her kneading fingers. She pressed his throbbing nuts tightly against her juice-dripping pussy.
Her head flailed rapidly from side to side. She was not only loving but reveling in the fucking of her asshole. She buffeted back harder and harder against his pistoning rod. She could feel his cum-bloated balls hot and steaming in her hands. The sound of smacking flesh on flesh echoed throughout the room.
The harder he ripped at her tits the more she encouraged him. The pleasure-pain of his tearing fingers on her swaying, aching breasts was almost unbearable in its pure lust. Her perfect ass was a blur of motion, gyrating, twisting, slamming backward as she continued to go wild with the thick pressure of his prick filling her ass to nearly the splitting point.
He loosed one of her heaving jugs and dropped his hand to the top of her slit. Up between her open thighs he parted the softness of her pussy hair. He probed into the softness of her mound gently, caressing her clitoris.
"THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" Retha shouted. "BRING ME OFF FROM BOTH ENDS AT ONCE! HARDER! OH, SHIT, FUCK, RUB IT A LOT HARDER THAN THAT!"
With an angry growl, Skip began digging into her cunt with his fingers. Wildly, he finger-fucked her pussy while pounding her ass in the same rhythm with his throbbing cock.
The action between finger and pussy, cock and asshole, quickly brought Retha close to peaking. She began breathing frantically as she felt her climax coming closer and closer.
Then, with a series of shattering groans, she could feel his long, hard cock begin to jerk in rapid convulsions. Before she knew it, he started exploding like a bomb far up into the steaming depths of her bowels.
It was wild, wonderful, and so exciting. It was like the thunderous crack of lightning in the middle of a summer storm. The delicious hot torrents of cum shot wildly into her asshole. In turn, it touched off the most violent orgasm thus far in Retha's short career of sex. A hot, violent tremor of pleasure rippled the length of her writhing body.
"I'M THERE! OH, SHIT, I'M GETTING IT OFF... I'M CUMMING SO GOOD!" she screamed in joy and bliss as she felt herself fall even farther into the bed as his hot jissum ran down inside the softly yielding crack of her battered ass. It trickled in streams down the insides of her smooth thighs.
Falling even deeper into the mattress, she passed out in satiated bliss and exhaustion. She was only out for less than a minute. When she awoke, Skip was dressed and standing beside the bed, smiling.
"You're gonna be great, baby," he said. "Next Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights at this address." He dropped a piece of paper on the bed. "Will you be there?"
"I'll be there," Retha answered, suddenly hating herself. "A hundred a night, right?"
"For you?" Skip laughed. "A hundred and fifty!"
* * *
Chris was already naked, with half a hard-on when Betsy emerged from the bedroom and wiggled her way teasingly toward him.
"How was my little brother?" he grinned.
"Fine," the big redhead replied. "Just not long enough ... in time, I mean. You ready, lover?"
"Haven't I always been . . . with you?" he said.
"Then gimme some!" she moaned, dropping to the floor in front of his swaying dick.
"Anyway I want it?" Chris asked.
"I don't care how I get it," Betsy said. "Just give me some more meat!"
Chris jerked her to her feet. He crushed her ample body against his and felt himself slip between her soaking thighs.
He kissed her roughly, driving his tongue between her teeth and exploring the innermost parts of her mouth. He clasped one of her exquisite tits in his hand, squeezing and kneading it roughly until he could feel the passion-heated nipple burn into his rough palm.
"OHHH, JEEZ, THAT FEELS GOOD. THAT FEELS SO GOOD," she moaned. "I'M DRIPPING WET BETWEEN MY LEGS. HURT ME; CHRIS, SQUEEZE MY TITTIES AND MAKE 'EM HURT. MAKE 'EM LOVE IT!"
Betsy was young, and cunt sap flowed freely between her legs, sliding and dripping over his cock. She reached down and grabbed his rod, jerking the skin back and forth to drive him into an even wilder frenzy.
He ran his free hand over her grinding hips and across the smoothness of her white ass. He probed with his fingers down into her ass crack until he felt her little puckered asshole. She jumped, moaned, and ground her ass against his hand.
"THE SOFA," she gasped. "HURRY, I CAN'T WAIT. I WANT IT! I WANT YOUR COCK . . . ALL OF IT . . . NOW!"
On the sofa, Betsy's legs drifted apart as Chris moved over her. She smiled, her eyes heavy-lidded and sensual as she saw his hips lovingly lower themselves toward her own. She reached down and guided his throbbing prick between the softness of her puffy cuntlips until she felt their perspiration-soaked bellies kiss.
"OWWW, IT'S GOOD, CHRIS," she gasped. "YOU'RE SO BIG, SO HARD ... SO GOOD."
"You're soft and sweet, baby," he said as he began gyrating his hips from side to side, now and then banging his pubic bone against hers to add to her pleasure. "My cock's all in you. Is it good?"
"You know it's good, you bastard," she moaned with delight as her hips began a slow grind to match his rhythm. She crushed her naked tits against his chest, letting the hot nipples burn against his own. She squeezed her wet thighs against him and wrapped her legs around his butt.
Betsy could make like a whore and she knew he loved it. She wriggled her ass and began a series of convulsive jerks that matched him thrust for thrust, taking the full length of his hard meat again and again deep inside her frothing cunt.
Chris' stomach muscles quivered and the breath jumped out of his throat in ragged gasps as her body lifted him to new, wild heights of tormented passion. Faster and faster he fucked into her. In . . . out . . . up . . . down.
"HARDER! OHHHH . . . THAT'S IT. OHHH, THAT'S GOOD! I'M . . . I'M ALMOST THERE, LOVER!" Betsy screamed, scratching his shoulders with her long nails and beating a tattoo of pain and pleasure on his naked butt.
"CUM, BABY, CUM . . . CUM!" Chris shouted as he felt the intensity of her wanton desire mount to a higher peak.
Her hips were like driving pistons as she bucked and pounded her gooey cunt against him. Again and again she drove his cock to the hilt inside her gushing hole. Her head began to thrash wildly from side to side, her hair flying as she felt the explosion of passion start inside her.
"NOW . . . NOW . . . NOW!" she shrieked as her legs twisted like steel girders around him, pulling him hard against her. Sweat danced on her forehead and her whole body became a mass of twisting, writhing passion as rivulets of cunt juice flooded her thighs like waves.
When Chris was sure she had completely spent herself, he pulled his dripping, glistening prick from her cunt hole and roughly rolled her over onto her stomach. Her huge tits squeezed outward, forming two bulges on either side of her chest. Her gleaming ass cheeks, firm and taut, lay invitingly just beneath him.
"What are you going to do, lover?" she gasped.
"You know what I'm going to do," he replied.
"But I've never been cornholed before!" she lied.
He paid no attention to her objections or her thrashing body. Carefully, he parted the perfection of her ass until he could see her tiny asshole. Gingerly he placed the giant cockhead against the tiny pinkness of her slit and drove his hips forward hard, fast, with all the supple strength in his body.
Betsy screamed and bucked back and forth as she felt all of his huge tool enter her tiny hole in one long, savage thrust. She felt him back off a little, and then again she felt the throbbing prickhead tear relentlessly into her ravaged bowels.
"OHHHH, AAGGGHHH!" she cried.
"Just he still, baby," he said. "Pretty soon it'll start to feel good again."
She did as he asked and soon found that he was right.
Chris looked down across her silken body, her smooth flowing back to her buttocks where his glistening cock was now fucking in and out in long, even strokes. He could hear her breathing coming in shorter gasps as the passion of his efforts transmitted itself from his body to hers.
"The hell you haven't been butt-fucked before," Chris said suddenly, feeling the muscles in her asshole caress his dick.
She laughed. "You're right, lover ... I just wanted more in my pussy. But this is almost as good."
Chris felt his release building and mounting in his balls, flowing like a hot river of molten lava up into his dick. He jammed himself forward and ground his pelvis against her soft butt as he erupted. Again and again, stream after stream of thick, hot cum spurted from his rod deeply inside her bowels.
Betsy felt each spurt, each heaving throb of his convulsing cock until she thought it would drive her out of her mind. Her own orgasm came soon after, in a whirl of pleasure and pain. She hiked herself up to her knees and ground herself harder against him, seeking to drive the pain he gave her clear to and beyond the breaking point.
And then he let her fall forward. When Chris turned, Kent was at his elbow.
"Come on in the bedroom, Chris. Hurry!" Kent hissed. "I wanna show you something!"
"What was that noise?" Leona said. She had been gently sucking George's limp dick, hoping to get one more fuck out of him before the afternoon was over.
"I didn't hear anything, honey," George moaned. "Shit, keep sucking. You almost got me up again."
"Listen!"
The both listened. Then George started smiling.
Those little bastards, he thought. Kent and Chris have brought some pussy home and they're downstairs reaming the hell out of her!
Leona realized the same thing at the same time.
"Damn those kids," she said, jumping from the bed.
"Now, honey," George said, grabbing her elbow. "Boys will be boys. Let 'em have their fun and let's have ours. C'mon! Let's fuck some more . . . I'm almost hard again!"
"No," Leona said. "Not while my boys are downstairs doing it, too!"
"Well, don't you go down there and screw it up!" George said, the tone in his voice telling her he meant what he said.
"Damn," Leona hissed, stomping away. "I'm taking a shower. Come get me out when they leave!"
She stomped toward the bathroom, hiding the smile on her face from George. Actually, had she gone downstairs she probably wouldn't have stopped the boys from fucking the prize they had snared. At least, not until she had watched them for awhile.
With his cock half-hard, George meandered to the window and looked across, hoping to see Retha Brown naked again.
What he saw made his cock full hard.
And when it was over and Skip Ardmore had left, George Winston sprinted for the shower to fuck Leona yet a third time that afternoon.
Chapter Four
"I'm gonna hate to see ya go, George," Lydee Brown said, slurring her words. She had been drinking the better part of the afternoon, drowning her troubles. "You been a good neighbor. We'll prob'ly get some redneck who hates blacks movin' in now."
"I don't think so, Lydee," George Winston replied, admiring the woman over the top of his own glass. She was wearing only a housecoat, and it was slowly slipping open. George was admiring what he was seeing. "They seem like a nice young couple."
Lydee was taller than her daughter, and darker. But she was just an older version of Retha, and if you accepted her age, just as appealing.
George had sent the boys and Leona on ahead to Houston a day early for the express purpose of dropping by to say goodbye to Lydee and Retha . . . and perhaps finding a way to get in the young girls' pants.
He had been very disappointed when Lydee had told him that Retha was spending the whole weekend with friends. But he had gladly come in to have a few drinks with Lydee.
"Where are ya gonna stay tonight, George?" Lydee asked, shaking her body in such a way that her robe slipped farther open and those dark, monumental breasts almost leaped free. "I mean, with all the furniture out of the house, you don't have anyplace to sleep, do ya?"
"Oh, I'll go down to a hotel," George replied, feeling his dick start to rise as the woman stood and crossed to the bar for another drink.
Lydee didn't bother to tug the tie on her robe and now, as she moved, it flopped completely open.
"Shit," she said from the bar, "I can't have the best neighbor I ever had stayin' in no hotel.
Retha's out for the night, George . . . why don't ya stay here?"
He was tempted. But Leona still had friends in the neighborhood. She would be writing them. It wouldn't look very good for George to be strolling out of Lydee Brown's house at eight o'clock in the morning.
"A hotel is no trouble, Lydee."
"I've been lonely, George, for a long time. I wish you'd stay."
"I really can't, Lydee . . ."
She turned and shrugged the housecoat from her body. "I need you to stay, George." She rolled back to the sofa and George's cock jumped in his pants.
Her massive, perfectly shaped tits jutted toward the ceiling even though she was now lying flat on her back. George's eyes wandered on down across the dark body until he could see her mane of dark cunt hair.
"What's the matter . . . haven't you ever seen a pair of tits and a naked cunt before?"
"Not quite in those proportions," he replied, crossing the room and sitting down on the sofa. He was being as cool as he could under the circumstances.
Lydee reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, obviously enjoying his state of shock as his eyes drank in those big, beautiful tits. He couldn't remember his heart ever beating so fast, or a hard-on so painful and throbbing as it pressed against his fly.
"Do I have to come right out and ask, George? I mean, let's call it a mercy fuck. I need it."
"I can see you do, Lydee . . . but my wife . . ."
"Oh, George," she chuckled. "I know you fuck around on your wife all the time. What's one more time? Is it because I'm black?"
"Hell, no."
"Then what are we waiting for?" She ran her hand up his thigh and gave his prick a squeeze. "Mmmm, you're nice and ready, honey. You like Lydee's tits?"
No man in his right mind wouldn't. George was no exception. "I've never seen bigger or better."
"Then work on 'em a little, lover." She pulled his face to her breasts so he could kiss them. "MMMM, YEAH, I LIKE THAT, HONEY. I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS A LADY'S TITS. BITE 'EM A LITTLE! BITE THE NIPS A LITTLE. OHHHH, YESSSSS!" She squeezed his erect cock again, carefully judging its length and width with her hand. "Perfect, honey. I can tell you're nice and horny and that's just the way I like my men."
The stories he had heard about her were obviously true. She was a lusty, hot broad, all right, and was a real pro at turning a man on. At that point, George would do anything she asked.
"You will stay all night, won't you, George?"
"Yeah . . . hell, yes!"
Why not? George thought. He'd wanted to ream the daughter but, what the hell, the mother was going to be just as good!
"Then let's hit the bedroom, honey. I haven't had any in two months and you're gonna catch me up!"
They moved to the bedroom without pausing, faced each other, and drank solemnly. Then, at the same moment, they put their glasses down and moved toward each other. This time their embrace was fervent, urgent, demanding.
"I take it you don't want any romancing first," she said.
"You take it right," George rasped.
"Shall I pull the blinds?"
"Hell no. If someone gets their kicks watching, let 'em! I get mine doing!"
"So do I, honey. Let's fuck!"
George tugged off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and quickly went for her. He took her in his arms with such force and strength that she gasped for breath. He kissed her hard on the mouth, running his tongue in between her teeth as she fought to get her breath.
He let her go and she staggered back, losing her balance and sprawling on the bed. He was on top of her in an instant, his strong body crushing hers as he kissed her mouth, face and neck and his hand massaged her massive tits. Then he jumped up and seemed, suddenly, inexplicably, casual as he started to undress. He looked down at her with a little grin on one corner of his mouth.
"Did you plan this?"
"No," she said, her darkly beautiful face breaking into a wide grin. "It's just . . . well, with the booze, and when I saw your dick rising in your pants, I couldn't resist."
"You're one hell of a woman," he grinned. "And you know it, too, you bitch." He stared at her full, round tits. "I bet you could get a man to do anything you damned well pleased with that body of yours." He ran his tongue over his lips in anxious anticipation.
Lydee sighed, her melon-like breasts growing inches as she held her breath for a brief moment. Just about anything, she thought mournfully, except to want me, along with my cunt.
"COME AND GET IT, HONEY."
With a grin, she moved to him and unzipped his pants, undid his belt, and watched as his trousers fell to the floor with a clink of change and keys.
George stood in his underwear, his prick growing restlessly underneath, and looked down. His easy laughter filled the room. "Ever notice how ridiculous a man looks with his pants down around his ankles?"
Lydee laughed with him. "Yeah . . . but there's nothing ridiculous about that hunk of meat of yours, George!"
He stepped out of his pants, pulled off his underwear, and stock before her naked, his cock dramatically swelling as she watched it. It was a huge cock!
Her husband had had the biggest prick she had ever seen. George's was almost as big. But her husband was gone. This was real.
With a little cry, Lydee took his meat in her hands, lovingly caressing it and stroking the skin back so that the red mushroom head bulged out.
Then she sank to her knees in front of him, the big prick still in her hands, and rubbed it all over her naked tits, neck and face. Settling into position, she held it straight out in front of her and let the tip of her tongue slide slowly out and lick the head of his cock. She closed her eyes and tasted the cum-one little drop-that was glistening in the tiny slit.
It tasted so good. Her lips formed a perfect oval and she pushed her head forward, feeling his desire-swollen rod pushing against her lips, feeling him pump his hips slowly forward as his hands tangled his fingers in her hair.
With a rush, her lips gave and she opened her mouth wide and took all the thick, hot cock she could. It filled her mouth and slid easily back into her throat. She fought against choking as she began to gently suck, her lips stroking the tender flesh slowly back and forth.
Above her, she heard him catch his breath and mutter, "WOMAN, YOU'RE ONE HELL OF A CUNT!"
Freeing her hands, Lydee cradled his balls with one hand while the other slowly reached behind him, felt his hard-muscled thigh, and slowly started up until she found his buttocks clenched tightly together. Slowly, with one finger extended, she began boring in, trying to find and touch his anus while she increased the rhythm of intensity of her sucking.
She felt his prick swelling ever bigger in her mouth, forcing her jaw open wider, and her lips clamped around the shaft like two taut rubber bands.
Her finger found his asshole and she heard his groan as she flicked lightly over it. With another deeper groan, he pushed her head away and, lifting her by the armpits, raised her high and threw her on the bed.
"I WANT A TASTE OF YOU!" he growled.
Lydee laughed. "You don't mind eating black pussy, honey?"
George matched her laugh. "Pussy is pussy!"
"GOOD," she said, a glow in her eyes. "TASTE IT!"
With a delighted roar, George fell across her body.
She opened her legs wide to feel his tongue nestle between them. Then she squeezed her thighs shut and felt his wetly throbbing hardness caught in her warm, soft pussy flesh. As he caressed her tits, cupping them gently, she began undulating, moving her thighs and hips, teasing his tortured tongue even more.
OH, YEAH, HONEY, EAT IT! EAT MY HOT, BLACK PUSSY!"
She choked in a fog as he peppered the insides of her thighs with kisses and skipped from one leg to the other, tantalizing her until her whole existence seemed to hang in the balance. The kiss was hardly even sexual at first. When his tongue touched, she was more concerned with the gesture than its erotic nature.
Then he went right to her pussy with his sucking lips. His voice was raspy with lust as she felt his hot breath on her asshole and the gaping lips of her cunt. "BEAUTIFUL, LYDEE, YOUR PUSSY IS BEAUTIFUL! IT'S DRIPPING PUSSY JUICE. JUST LOOK AT IT OOZE OUT OF YOU!"
Tingling throbs of heat ran clear up to her nipples as George squirmed his face into her. His nose mashed into her clit, thrilling her. Then she gasped as his tongue and teeth spread her pulpy cuntlips and his mouth made great slurping noises as he sucked noisily from her cunt.
Thrills of pleasure shot through her whole body as she wiggled her hips, mashing the syrupy lips of her pussy and the knob of her clit harder against him.
"OH, HONEY, SUCK IT . . . SUCK MY PUSSY!"
"Like it?" he groaned, thrusting his tongue as far as it would go up her cunt, and rolling its hard tip back and forth against the walls of her pussy.
"Do you?" she said, some semblance of sanity left as his tongue threatened to drive her clear out of her mind with desire.
"I LOVE YOUR CUNT . . . YOUR SWEET ASSHOLE," he croaked hotly. He nuzzled upward with his tongue until it rimmed the puckered hole.
He rammed his tongue into her rear channel with the same lust and fervor that he had used on her cunt. The sensations were wild. She relaxed her muscles so that her asshole could open wider and wider to accept the hard tip of his hot, probing tongue.
She breathed faster and faster as he extended the kiss, sucking on her asshole, running his tongue all around the inside of it. She stuck her hand down and grabbed his prick, thrilling to the hardness and thickness of it. Finally she moved her head backward, looking at him.
"ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS TOUCH ME, HONEY, AND I GET EXCITED," she panted.
"I'll do a lot more than that before we're through," George smiled.
She waited for him to take the initiative, wanting to be loved, fucked and satisfied beyond her wildest sexual dreams.
His hands traveled up and down the silken smoothness of her long legs until they came to rest on the fringe of her pussy. She spread her legs farther apart as he played with her moistened cunt folds, rubbing them. He found her clit and expertly scratched at the ultra-sensitive little nub of flesh with a fingernail. Excitement raced up and down Lydee's body as she began to move around, unable to keep still.
Then he slipped a middle finger up into her hole and started to finger-fuck her, slowly, teasing her, driving her wild with desire. Her pussy oozed juice, and her hands found her own tits, kneading them, exciting herself even more.
"OH DAMN!" she cried. "WHY DIDN'T WE DISCOVER THIS BEFORE? WE COULD HAVE BEEN DOING THIS ALL ALONG! OH, SHIT, YOU'RE SO GOOD, GEORGE!"
George put the middle finger of his free hand into his mouth, got it wet, then slipped it underneath her. She felt it slowly penetrate up into her asshole as he finger-fucked her faster and faster. She panted and moaned as she started to move her pelvis up and down in response to the two fingers which were buried up in her, separated only by a thin wall of skin.
"OOHHH, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE A WOMAN WANT IT, DON'T YOU?" she panted.
"YOU LIKE THAT?" George smiled. "YOU LIKE SOMETHING UP YOUR ASSHOLE?"
"I TOLD YA," she sighed, "I WANT EVERYTHING!"
He took his fingers out of her cunt and asshole, maneuvering himself on the bed so that he was kneeling between her legs. He grabbed her by the hips and easily lifted her up. She draped her legs over his shoulders as he drew short lines and circles on her inner thighs with the tip of his tongue.
"OHHH, YES, YES . . . LICK ME! LICK ME TILL I CUM!" she moaned.
Then he took his tongue and slowly ran it up and down the length of her slit. Her big tits lolled from side to side on her chest as she squirmed beneath him. Then he suddenly mashed his mouth against her cuntlips, thrusting his tongue as far up into her hole as he could. He held it there and poked and probed around in the gooey canal. His teeth grated against her hairy mound, filling it with deliciously exciting shivers of pain that darted all around inside her.
The pleasure was almost unbearable. Her hips started dancing uncontrollably. She jerked one
time, then moaned aloud and squeezed her legs around his head, wiggling against him. Through half-slit eyes, she looked up. His hips were to her right, above her shoulder. She reached up and lightly touched his tight buttocks, parted his legs, and gently stroked his huge cock.
"OHHH, HONEY, I NEED YOU," she breathed as her fingers lightly traced the fierce length of his prick.
Overtaken by what he was doing to her, Lydee turned to her side. Swept from head to toe with searing passion, she hooked one hand to his knee and shoved his hips, dropping him to the bed. When she was on her side, she lifted her upper leg so he could again press his face to her cunt.
"Your turn," she said hotly as she swept to her knees, drew his legs apart, and leaned over.
Lightly she touched her lips to each thigh, gently kissed his cock, then started at the base of his towering meat and lightly eased her lips along the underside.
"YOU'RE SO BIG," she moaned as her fingers circled him and squeezed. She drew back, stared at the hard pole of male flesh, then leaned over and consumed him with her lips.
She closed her mouth over the throbbing head and began to suck. Slowly the cock went into the 'opening of her lips and she felt her throat swell as the head went all the way into her face until the balls were scraping against her chin. Then it came out again-long, hard, and dripping with her warm saliva.
She cupped his balls. They were heavier this way, hanging down, dangling. They seemed to be bloated with thick cum waiting to be sucked up into her mouth.
"OH, JEEZ, DON'T STOP . . . DON'T EVER STOP SUCKING ME, LOVER! FEED YOUR TONGUE INTO MY PUSSY AND YOUR COCK INTO MY MOUTH!" Lydee moaned.
She wrapped both hands around the stiff shaft and guided the bloated, bulbous head back into her mouth. She moaned and gulped, pausing and stretching her lips around the tremendous girth of his fiery cock. Deeper and deeper she sucked the thick head into her throat.
"OHHH, YEAH!" George crooned, his voice muffled by the cunt that pounded his own face. "SUCK IT, TAKE IT . . . TAKE IT ALL . . . TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH OF IT!" he mumbled, driving his hips down, pushing his meat deeper and deeper into her eager throat.
Gurgling, working saliva over the heated knob, she sucked. Then, releasing the throbbing shaft with her hands, she moved them around and savagely gripped his muscular ass cheeks.
George sensed her action and drove downward again with his hips as she pulled. His delicate male meat, all of it, right down to his balls and pubic hair, sailed into her throat.
Directly in front of her eyes she could see his asshole. Impulsively, her fingers inched toward the crack. His hips jerked convulsively and his cock throbbed wildly as her index finger slithered into the hole.
"OHHH, SUCK MY PUSSY . . . SUCK IT!" she gurgled to him. Her mind screamed as she lifted her ass high off the bed, seeking his mouth, his tongue ever deeper inside her. Noisily she sucked his stiff prick and waited for the first signs of climax.
With two fingers of each hand, George spread the swollen halves of her cunt. She felt his hot breath. Her heart seemed to stop. Her belly grew taut. Forcing yet a second finger deep in his rectum, she wrapped her thighs around his head and sought his tongue with her clitoris.
George seemed to enjoy making her squirm. He waited until she was half out of her mind with longing, with frenzied lust. Then, shafting his dick slowly in and out of her face, he dipped down into the gap between her quivering thighs. His tongue lashed out, taunting her clit, working its shivery wonder on the sensitive bud. His fingers slipped down into the pinched crack of her ass, searching for the rear hole. Slurping, matching the noises she made, he drew his tongue quickly back and forth across both hot, hairy slits.
Moaning, unable to think, to breathe, Lydee worked her ass, making her asshole suck as her mouth was sucking.
She thrashed even harder as she felt one of his fingers find the entrance to her ass and bore inside. She clamped her teeth on the base of his cock as she fucked her ass over his finger and her cunt against his face.
He wiggled, telling her with his hips, his movement, that it was time that she should release the hold her teeth had and allow him to pump into her.
"OH, SHIT ... I'M GONNA CUM ... I'M CUMMIN' . . . YOU WANT IT IN YOUR MOUTH, BABY?" he gasped.
"YES, YES! DO IT!" she cried. She cupped the fat, hairy sacs at her chin. Frantically, she fucked her finger in and out of his asshole and worked her own ass on the finger drilling there.
She watched his slick shaft slip out of her face, and grind back. Again she watched it withdraw, pulling back until only the head was imbedded, and lunging. He was cumming. She could feel it inching up from the wrinkled sacs in the palm of her hand, growing stronger, forming a knot at the root of the meat in her face.
George gurgled something unintelligible, then suddenly threw his legs back. His weight came down on her. Alternately blowing into and sucking air from her cunt, he ground his giant cock fervently into her mouth.
She gulped the first glob of cum. Now she clamped her hips tight again, holding him trapped, working her throat muscles, coaxing the juice from his rod. She was being smothered, choked on the outside by his weight, and by the cum within her throat. But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except the thick male juice pouring into her mouth, coating her throat all the way down to her belly in streams of thick, hot cum.
Then her own climax struck.
She threw her hips wide, twisting, rolling her lower body frantically from side to side. "DON'T STOP!" she cried as the dick in her mouth stopped creaming. He pumped faster, jerking his meat in and out in spite of her teeth, trying to raise another load, to please her. But his cock seemed to be momentarily fucked out. It began to grow limp, to hang from her mouth.
She sucked with all her might. Working her middle finger high in his rectum, gyrating her ass, her pussy, she greedily drank the hot spunk as electric shocks raced up her spine. But her pussy wanted more. More than a tongue. There was no way to still the need in her belly except by cock ... his cock.
"FUCK ME, HONEY! YOUR DICK IS STILL HARD ENOUGH . . . FUCK ME WITH IT!"
George slipped his prick from her lips with a soft, plopping sound. Cum oozed down her chin.
"LIFT YOUR KNEES," he directed, steering the purple head to her slit.
Lydee knew what he wanted, knew exactly how to best please him, and herself. Making tiny noises in her throat, she raised her legs, dropped her knees wide, and took the slippery length of his stiff cock up her pussy. She felt his weight come down on her belly. Her arms encircled his shoulders. She offered her cum-sticky lips, and began a slow, taunting, rhythmic fuck motion that would bring them both to orgasm once more.
"Like this?" she whispered, teasing, working her cunt muscles, her thighs.
"YES, YES!"
"THEN FUCK ME, HONEY! KISS ME AND FUCK ME!"
She exulted in the feeling of having his cock caught in her slippery cunt, and she pumped her hips and shimmied her thighs as she heard his breathing coming heavy and hard. He slipped one arm under her waist and pulled her tight toward him, curving her back and forcing her tits to jut out even farther. Then she felt his other hand creeping down her spine, then forcing, wedging down in between her firm, full buttocks and the bed.
His middle finger felt the soft, smooth crevice up between her ass cheeks and slid downward.
With a moan, Lydee let her thighs relax and slowly spread her legs wide. She wanted him, she wanted his cock slamming inside of her. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and bent her knees, feeling a trickle of juice from her pussy seeping down between the bunched cheeks of her ass. She felt it, warm and exciting, flowing over her tightly puckered asshole.
"FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!" she shouted.
"FILL MY HOLES . . . BOTH OF 'EM!"
A scream of pure lust exploded from her throat as she felt his finger slide up and press into her anal entrance. She squirmed her buttocks and bent her knees even more, pulling them back so that her cunt and asshole were exposed as much as possible.
Good Lord, he's good! she thought. The best she'd had since her husband had left. Damn, why did the Winstons have to move away just when she had gotten up the nerve to fuck him?
Damn! Damn! Damn! God, she thought, I want to be fucked by this man until I'm blind!
She closed her eyes and crooned and wished that her husband would walk through that door right now and see her getting fucked.
That was the ultimate; to be fucked and knew that he was getting hot watching her! Then the bastard would beg for Lydee to take him back . . . and she would tell him to go to hell!
"OHHHH, HONEY," she purred, "FUCK ME, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME . . . FUCK ME ALL NIGHT!" \ George responded by putting the head of his cock against her cunt and rubbing it up and down, tossing her clitoris around in a maddening way. She began pumping her hips, eager to get that huge, lust-engorged prick back inside her, hoping it would fill her and fuck her all night.
_ "I LOVE TO FUCK, HONEY," she whispered in his ear.
"That makes two of us, Lydee baby," George whispered back. He pushed his hips down and forward and the huge head of his dick easily spread the lips of her pussy. She was ready and willing and begging. She felt her breath leaving her body exactly as if she were falling, and made a breathy sound as she felt his huge cock sliding and swelling inside her hotly palpitating cunt.
It filled her hole and still it slid in, its passage made easy by her juice and desire to be fucked.
The giant meat seemed like it could go no farther and still it came, making her feel giddy and hot. No cock in the world could be that long! Still it came, bludgeoning at last against her cervix and bringing a spasm of momentary pain that delighted and excited her and made her flare her nostrils.
"OHHH, GEORGE HONEY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME WITH ALL YOU'VE GOT!"
George began sawing his thick, long tool in and out. Lydee closed her eyes and screamed with wild abandon and delight.
She started cumming the second that the last inch of his prick filled her hole. And she didn't stop. And she wouldn't let him stop.
"AAAGGHHH, SLOW DOWN!" he gasped. "WHEN YOU MOVE THAT FAST ... I CAN'T ... I CAN'T ..."
He came, exploding his wad against her battered cervix. Still she wouldn't let him back off. When he tried, she curled her legs around him and tugged on his ass until he started pumping again.
"FUCK ME, YOU ASSHOLE! FUCK ME, YOU PRICK!" she shrieked. "SHIT, I'VE JUST STARTED, WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
He fucked, sluicing in and out of her clasping hole. She was a hell cat and he loved it. His cock rose and he became steady once more.
He fucked her with the precision of a master, gradually building the tempo, getting her hips and torso moving in rhythm to his, taking her along on a ride, building her to where she was wailing constantly while her fingernails clawed at his back and her body undulated and rippled with sensuous abandon.
Timing his move to just the right second, George sank his thick cock all the way home as Lydee threw her head back and moaned wildly and thrust her hips up to take it all. The thick shaft of his cock had spread her cunt wide and she used all her strength to contract her cuntal lips around the glistening wet shaft. They trembled in place, each of them using all their strength to hold the pose.
Then, with a quick movement, he plunged his middle finger home into the tightly clenched walls of her rectum. Lydee's mouth fell open and a long, throaty cry erupted from her lips. "AAGGHH!"
And then, his fingers moving and squirming deep up in her tight asshole, he began fucking her savagely, his balls slapping against her exposed buttocks as he lifted her off the bed and slammed her down deep into the mattress and her natural resilience forced her up again to meet his cock ramming deep into her.
Her mouth flew open and her head thrashed wildly back and forth as her eyes rolled white in her head and she felt her body tensing, arching up as the orgasm came and twisted her body convulsively like a stick thrown into a roaring fire.
I ... I ... I'M CUMMMINNNNNNGG!" she screamed with wild delight as she felt every nerve in her body tingle and her flesh turn to rubber as her cunt jerked and twitched around the great hunk of male meat.
She came and kept cumming as he fucked her harder, hurting her now with his savage, lustful strength.
And still Lydee kept gushing, again and again, as he seemed inexhaustible. He fucked her until she felt his cock growing even bigger, swelling, torturing the wet, flaming walls of her cunt, and the pain increased her orgasm, sending it off in a burst of cum. She moaned and saliva caught and rattled in her throat as his prick kept swelling until she was sure it would explode inside of her.
And it did, with George giving out a low bellow. It seemed to burst and shoot streams of hot, thick jissum inside her, filling her up, engulfing her and seeping out of her hole around the hotly clenching meat of her cuntlips.
One final, wild lunge by George deep inside of her and one final spurt of hot cum, and he collapsed moaning and rolled off her onto his back.
But she wasn't going to let him off. She wouldn't let him off that easily. And her body did indeed still cry out for more, more, more ... as it always did.
She rolled over and kissed him, then let her tongue slide down over his face, his neck, chest and stomach. She licked his body all down to where she buried her face in his tangled pubic hair. She was on her knees now, her hand holding his still-erect prick. She could feel his hands caressing her buttocks and she spread her knees so his finger could play with her cunt.
Opening her eyes, she saw his cock in front of her. She licked the cum, his and hers, off the tip, and then put it in her mouth and sucked, her tongue swirling wildly around the fiery head.
"Shit, baby, let's rest . . . just a minute," George panted.
"NO ... NO, DAMMIT! NOT 'TIL WE'RE DONE, NOT 'TIL THERE'S NO FIRE LEFT TO PUT OUT!"
"OOOHHHH," he groaned, but lifted his hips, sending his cock back into her head.
Lydee wanted more. Despite her totally fulfilled feeling, the thrill of having his cock in her again came surging up. She wanted, him to fuck her again, and she sucked with all her might, using every trick she could think of to make his prick grow hard, rock-hard, again.
She manipulated his foreskin with her tongue and lips, making it slide back and forth on the head. She felt it grow as his hands grew more excited and his fingers began sawing in and out of her cunt hole. She wiggled her cheeks and sucked as she felt the cock growing, swelling in her mouth, and felt his hips beginning to pump.
The tempo increased and, as her head bobbed up and down, she took as much of his thick shaft as she could in her mouth, fighting the impulse to gag. She sucked harder and faster as his hips wildly-pumped. Soon it was hard for her to tell if she were sucking him or he was fucking her in the mouth.
She felt his massive hardness swell, felt the head and shaft pulsating wildly, and she knew he was going to cum again. He was going to cum in her mouth. She heard him moan with delight and thrilled at the way his strong hips pumped up and down, in and out of her head. She felt his hands circling her hips, pulling her over him. She lifted one leg and lay flat on top of him, her shapely thighs split wide and her cunt right in front of his face.
His hands cupped her buttocks and pulled her loins down. Then she felt his tongue licking maddeningly at her cunt, burying itself deep inside of her and then darting out to lick at her tiny, rigid clitoris.
"NOW, HONEY . . . NOW!" Lydee cried, spitting his prick out of her mouth and flipping her body around until she was on her hands and knees before him. "MY ASS! RAM YOUR DICK UP MY ASS!"
Insane with the need to finish this wild session, George got to his knees behind her. He rammed forward. Her asshole parted like hot butter and he felt his balls slap her clit below as he sank to the hilt in her butt.
"YES! YESSSSSS! I LOVE IT, OH, I LOVE IT! FUCK MY ASS!"
Her asshole had taken him easily. But she was tight, and George knew it would only take a few strokes before he would cum. Silently, he hoped that she would get another cum, so it would be over and he could leave.
"FASTER, YOU PRICK, FASTER! OHHHH, I'M CUMMMINNNNNG!"
Thank God, George thought, and banged her butt with even more fury.
The two of them crouched with their hips pumping wildly as they fucked and clung together, undulating and writhing with sensuous abandon. George felt his body tensing, his cock swelling bigger, forcing her asshole open wide as he came, pumping hot cum into her bowels.
Her tits bulged and the cords of her neck stood out as she took the hot, pungent liquid, her body twisting with delight as he darted his prick in and out of her ass as she came for what seemed like an hour.
"You're gonna stay and fuck me all weekend, aren't ya, George?"
"Yeah," he panted from behind and above her, "if I can handle it."
"Oh, you can handle it, lover," Lydee cackled. "My black pussy loves your big white dick!"
And, she thought, please don't let Retha change her mind and come home early to find her mother like this.
Please, let Retha stay at her girlfriend's all weekend!
Chapter Five
But Retha wasn't at a girlfriend's house. Skip had moved the filming of his epic up to Saturday night, and she was at a motel on the outskirts of town. Other than Retha and Skip, there was a tall blonde named Diane. Skip said she was "continuity". There were also a cameraman and a grip, Mark and Joe.
"Skip," Retha whispered, "I thought it would just be the two of us."
"Just us?" he laughed. "Are you nuts? Hell, Retha, who the hell did you think was going to shoot this gem?"
Retha didn't know and didn't care. Fucking Skip was one thing. Making a fuck movie was another. But fucking in front of a bunch of other people was something else altogether.
Skip seemed to sense her fear as he tugged her toward the bed and the lights.
"C'mon, baby," he urged. "Shit, once we get rolling you'll forget they're even here."
"No!" Retha cried. "Look, give me a little more time ..."
Skip shrugged. "Okay, I'll shoot my scene with Diane first."
Retha gasped. "You mean she's in the movie, too?"
"Hell, yes. Here, hold these cards up. They have our words on them."
Before Retha could reply, Skip was heading toward the bed, pulling off his clothes as if he were the only one in the room.
"C'mon, Diane, we go first!"
The tall blonde only shrugged and sat on the bed beside Skip's naked body.
"Okay, roll 'em, guys. Retha, hold up the cards by the numbers!"
Automatically, Retha held up card number one as she watched Skip and Diane kiss feverishly and rub each other until Skip's prick was about to burst as it stood throbbingly up from his pubic jungle.
"Would you do a guy a favor, baby?" he asked quietly.
"Anything. For you."
"I'm in the mood for a blow job. How about sucking my big juicy prick for me?"
"Okay. How much? Just enough to prime you?"
"Prime, hell! I'm already primed! I want you to suck me off all the way. I want to watch your face as you swallow the whole load. I dig that action!"
"I may not be very good at it," Diane hedged.
"Well, I'd rather have an enthusiastic amateur than a tired old pro any day!" he grinned lasciviously.
The beautiful blonde knelt between his widespread thighs and put her lips around the huge knob of his swollen prick. The head of his dick alone seemed to fill her entire mouth. While she sucked wetly on the knob, her hands glided smoothly up and down his hairy legs. Gradually, she worked more and more of his giant cock into her mouth, practically stuffing it down her throat.
Her hands crawled up into his crotch and played gently with his dangling balls, running her fingers all over them and cupping them gently in her palm and bouncing them carefully so as not to hurt him.
Then her hands went up under his ass and rubbed the smooth muscular cheeks of his uptilted butt as he pumped his pelvis frantically into her face.
She poked a finger up the crack of his hairy asshole and pushed it farther and farther in until it could go no farther. Leaving it there, she twisted it around, making Skip squirm with sensuous delight. However, it also made him pump his ass that much harder, and with one particularly avid thrust he almost choked her as he forced another couple of inches of stiff prick into her already clogged throat.
The hard-on was just too big to get entirely in her mouth, so Diane had to take her mouth off the top and slide her lips all along the sides of his slippery prong from the base to the head.
Then Retha suddenly gasped and dropped the card she was holding. Diane was ramming her tongue up Skip's ass as if it were a cock.
Suddenly Skip shouted, "Cut!", and Diane pulled her head off his prick. "Good shot, Diane baby. Retha, c'mon!"
Like a robot, Retha walked to the bed. She didn't know how, but Skip had somehow put his clothes back on. Now he was kissing her and cupping her full tits through her dress.
"Go ahead and fight a little bit if you want to, honey," he said. "We won't have sound, anyway.
We can do it as a semi-rape scene."
Retha had planned to fight it a lot. She had gotten turned on watching Diane suck Skip's big meat, but she still didn't want to fuck him in front of all these people.
But his nearness was raising hell with her resolve.
Skip lowered his head over hers until their lips touched. At first he was gentle, his lips romantically caressing hers. But, as usual, passion entered the kiss and the embrace. His arms became like tentacles as they wound around her body. The hands were reaching, almost clawing, to find their way to the soft fullness at the sides of her tits.
His lips parted as they ground against hers. Then his tongue came out and eventually wormed its way between her lips. At the same time, one hand managed to slip around far enough to caress her tit. The hand was hot on her breasts, the tongue even hotter in her mouth.
Retha felt her body being turned. Then the pulsing hardness of his cock was against her belly. He found her hand with his and lowered it to his prick. Almost against her will she eased her hand up and down its throbbing length and then squeezed. It was as if she were testing its resiliency in her hand.
He groaned.
Her tongue met his.
Stop! her mind screamed. Don't let him go any_ further! She could feel the control rapidly escaping her body.
But she wanted him to touch her. She loved his hands on her tits. She reveled in the tingling feeling his palms gave her nipples as they rolled her breasts around and around on her chest.
But he wasn't satisfied with just her tits. Not through the material of her dress.
Her breasts were hot, thrusting against his hand.
Oh, my God, she thought, suddenly realizing that he'd somehow gotten her dress open. Her luscious tits were bare, cupped in his kneading hands. The nipples were two hard points of fire as they throbbed in his caressing palms.
She could feel the wetness from her pussy seeping down her thigh. The cloth of her panties had already edged its way up between the lips of her cunt. It was creating a friction on her clit that made her body scream for release.
"Stop . . . no, we can't..."
"We can," Skip growled. "You want it as much as I do!"
She heard the sharp, rasping sound of his zipper and again his hand found hers.
"No!" she cried, and tried to pull away.
"Touch it, honey . . . touch it and squeeze it!"
Retha's hand closed over the rigid thickness of his cock. It felt good ... too good. Her thumb explored the rubbery ridges of the cockhead. It made her cunt tingle and seep all the more. She wanted that blood-engorged tool inside her. She wanted to feel it rip away at her cunt and pierce her body with pleasure.
Then he was forcing her down, down to the bed. His body twisted until his hips were between her thighs, forcing them apart. She managed to get her knees against his hips and hold him off.
His hand slid between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, but not tightly enough to impede his progress.
"No!" she wailed.
"Just relax, honey," Skip purred, his own hand now fisting the thick length of his cock.
Up, up the smooth surface of her inner thighs until the tips of his fingers had slid beneath the crotch band of her panties. She went stiff as a board when he touched her soft, curly pubic fur. Using his middle finger, he separated her heated cuntal lips. When his touch came in contact with the slick, sticky walls of her cunt, he moaned and his body shook.
"OH, SHIT, BABY . . . YOU'RE SO GOOD, SO BEAUTIFUL. YOUR PUSSY IS REALLY SOMETHING. YOU'RE HOT . . . AND . . . YOUR PUSSY IS WET AS HELL!"
His frantically pounding cock lurched into an even more painful hardness at the erotic feel of her damp cunt. He trembled with eager excitement and his sperm-bloated balls ached with flaming need to be emptied. Slowly, his passion grew until Retha knew there would be no stopping him. His caressing fingertips began working their way into her tightly clasping pussy and he began stroking up and down the entire length of her cuntal flesh, feeling his own lust building even higher.
She knew she should make him stop, should somehow call a halt before everything got out of hand. But she couldn't. She wanted him to finger her pussy. The thrill it gave her was a hundred times the thrill her own fingers could ever give her.
His finger came up against her already excited clit and her hips lurched.
"Is that it . . . right there?"
"Yes . . . yeah, right there!" she gasped, feeling her hips lift against the pleasure.
His fingers slipped in farther with her movement. The pulpy layers of her soft cunt seemed to fold aside as he joined the first finger with a second and slid them both in a little farther.
"NO . . . NO, PLEASE, NO MORE!" Retha gasped. "THAT'S FAR ENOUGH!"
His fingers were making a steady in-and-out fucking motion while his palm pressed tightly against her seethingly aroused clit. His fingers went in a little farther and he felt a sudden lurch in her body.
"DOES IT FEEL GOOD, BABY? DOES IT FEEL GOOD TO YOUR PUSSY?"
"Yes," Retha grudgingly admitted, unable to still the quivering in her thighs or the lurching of her hips.
"More . . . should I do it some more?"
Her face was full of anger as she answered him. "YES . . . YES, DAMMIT!"
"Reach between your legs then . . . and play with me at the same time!"
She closed her eyes and fumbled with her hand until it closed around his cock. Smoothly and swiftly she started pounding back and forth on his stiff manmeat with her clenched fist. Oh, it was good! The blood and muscle throbbing from its center, vibrating in her sweating palm. The cockhead dripping and pulsing with lust, lust for her pussy.
The feel of his skin, the power in his cock, muddled her brain. It isn't fair, it isn't! her mind screamed. The hands squeezed his prick harder. Pull, pull! her mind said. Pull it down and into you!
"MOVE YOUR FINGER HARDER, FASTER!" she cried. Encouraged by her cries, Skip finger-fucked her in earnest. He slammed his fingers in and out of her cunt while his palm crushed her pulsating clitoris.
Retha shivered and lurched her pussy against him as each jolt brought a new wave of passion surging through her belly. Her hands became a vise as they squeezed and pounded his prick. She could feel the rippling sensations spreading throughout her lust-soaked cuntal hole.
"I know ... I can smell you getting hotter down there. It's fantastic!"
She lifted her shapely ass with each thrust as the hungry throbbing increased inside her pussy. Her hips were a blur of motion as she frantically thrust up and down on his extended fingers, reaching for satisfaction.
As the movement of his fingers increased the pressure on her pulsing clit, her lips trembled. A blood-curdling sound erupted from her throat. She felt her cunt begin tightening around his fingers, and instinctively knew that she was close to climax.
She felt the exploding sensations inside her tightly spasming cunt. The ecstasy that flooded her entire body was so powerful that she wondered if she would faint. Her mind departed her body and she convulsed in heaving satisfaction.
"FANTASTIC!" Skip yelled. "OKAY, BETSY, LET'S GO WITH THE THREESOME!"
Suddenly, through the fog of lust filling Retha's eyes, she saw the big-titted redhead standing, smiling, at the foot of the bed. Then those big tits were bared, as well as the russet bush of Betsy's cunt.
Is Skip going to fuck her now? Retha wondered.
But something in Betsy's eyes told her different.
No, no, no! her mind screamed. But when her mouth opened, no words came out.
Then Betsy's lush body was in bed with Retha, and Skip was helping the redhead prod her into a suitable position between them.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Betsy breathed. "Look at her. Did you ever see anything so beautiful?" Her hands were at Retha's tits.
Skip hovered above her, his male meat teasing her while he enjoyed the whimper of arousal he elicited.
Then he was thrusting the full length of his big cock into Betsy's cunt while she sucked Retha's tits. The redhead's body was full of passion, her mouth loving Retha while Skip thrust into her pussy with towering frenzy until the explosions went off inside her. Sounds of rapture gurgled from her throat while her hips lifted to Skip's, and she drowned in his passion.
Then Skip pulled out of her. He put his mouth on Retha's cunt. Betsy pushed his head frantically into Retha's pussy. "YES, EAT HER, SKIP! EAT HER CUNT! SHE LOVES IT!"
His tongue moved inside her until Retha was going mad with desire. Crossing her legs behind his back, she lay back, giving herself completely to lust, enjoying to the fullest the double treatment she was being given . . . the sucking at her pussy, the sucking lips at her tits ... the whole world sucking her. She reached underneath Betsy and began fondling the girl's huge tits, exciting Betsy to even greater activity, mouth to tit, to neck, back to nipple, down to belly.
Shaking, Retha felt the hands of passion tearing at the insides of her cunt. A gigantic excitement gripped her mind, and a gigantic cum shook her body.
"K-K-KEEP SUCKING!" she cried. "KEEP SUCKING ME!"
Wave after wave of glorious orgasm wracked through her chocolate body, her love juices spurting forth in a never-ending stream.
Finally, exhausted, she relaxed, her legs sliding from Skip's neck and shoulders. Betsy and Skip raised themselves, their faces twisted with desire.
It was obvious to Retha that Skip's cock intrigued Betsy as much as a pussy did. She was advancing on his giant tool with one obvious purpose in mind. "FUCK ME, SKIP HONEY! ANYWHERE!"
Skip eagerly crawled over her lush body and sent his cock, ball deep, into her pussy. "TAKE IT, BABY!"
"YES, YES, FUCK ME! FEED ME DICK!"
Retha could hardly believe her eyes. But she couldn't doubt what she was seeing! Betsy was taking Skip's huge prick up her cunt, and was loving every brutal inch of it.
Retha moved closer to them. She worked her hand down between their bodies until she found Skip's swollen balls. Her fingers slowly massaged him, stopping now and then to test the stiffness of his prick as it continued to slide in and out of the girl's grasping pussy.
The black girl could hardly believe she was doing this. But she couldn't stop. She didn't, want to stop. She had completely forgotten the rest of the people in the room, and the camera.
All Retha wanted was satisfaction.
Keeping her hand at work, she moved around to the side of the fucking couple. The globes of her tits swung free in front of Skip's face. "SUCK MY TITTIES, SKIP!" she urged. "BOTH OF YOU, SUCK 'EM!"
Skip's mouth sought the purplish nipple of one breast as Betsy did the same with the other. Jolts of erotic electricity shot through Retha's body as she breast fed these two eager, passionate lovers.
Skip was moving slowly in and out of Betsy's wet nest, building the fire in her. One of his hands was occupied with Retha's cunt. He pushed two fingers deep up into her pussy. She spread her thighs, and he urged the third and fourth fingers up her cunt until his hand was imbedded in her hot snatch, his lips never leaving the succulent flesh of her tit.
Retha sighed, spreading her legs even farther apart. "Betsy," she moaned.
"What?" the girl panted, her hips rotating faster.
"Let me have him. Let me have him now while his prick is all covered with your juice."
Betsy's hips rocked harder. She was entranced by the throbbing, jolting cock heaving in and out of her hole. She paid no attention to Retha's plea.
Retha looked down between their bodies and saw Skip's prick, the juice shining in the light as his cock emerged and then reentered the young girl's cunt. She squirmed in between the two bodies, pushing Skip back until she had taken Betsy's place.
She crawled between his opened legs and sucked his cock.
He pushed his hips forward in order to make it easier for her to suck him. She cupped his balls and rolled them gently around, while at the same time beginning a bobbing motion with her head, running her lips up and down the fiery shaft.
Skip looked down to see that she had taken his big meat all the way down her throat. Her lips, on the downstroke, were nestled in his thick, curly hair, and the constriction of her throat was threatening to make him blow his load right then in her mouth.
"I . . . I'm awful close ... I don't know how much longer I can hold out!" he rasped, the veins in his neck sticking out from the exertion.
Retha quickly pulled her face from his prick and lay back on the bed with her widespread legs flailing in the air. "THEN CUM IN ME, BABY! CUM IN MY PUSSY! FILL MY CUNT HOLE WITH YOUR SWEET JIZZ!"
Skip growled and fell between her thighs. He ran the hard tip of his cockmeat up and down the swollen slit of her pussy. The pulsing lips seemed to draw the bulbous head of his prick like a magnet, licking and sampling the hard knob.
"YES, YES! GIVE ME YOUR COCK . . . GIVE IT ALL TO ME!" Retha cried, flapping her legs in the air behind his quivering body. "AND YOU, BETSY," she said, looking up into the redhead's contorted face, "SMOTHER MY FACE WITH YOUR CUNT!"
Skip guided his aching, swollen tool to the entrance that yawned and contracted so tantalizingly. Then he rammed forward, splitting apart the clasping walls. He shoved all of his huge, hardened rod along the hot walls of her tight cunt. He felt his cockhead slam off the throbbing end of her cunt and heard her cry out in throes of ecstasy as Betsy jammed her sopping pussy down over Retha's face.
"OHHHH, YES! FUCK MY MOUTH . . . FUCK MY CUNT! THAT'S THE WAY TO FUCK ME!"
Her hips flew up to meet Skip's thrusts. His heavy balls smacked solidly against the upturned cheeks of her fleshy ass. Deeper and deeper he rammed his driving prick into her channel. He felt the muscles along the walls of her cunt tickle and feed hungrily on his cock. Back and forth his hips flew, sending his burgeoning rod in harder and faster strokes in and out of her pulsing hole.
He drew his blood-engorged cock nearly out of her tight sheath, then plunged down against her again until his cum-filled balls once more slapped hard against her asshole. The pressure mounted and mounted in his fiery balls and his head swam in rapture at the delicious manipulation of her talented cunt on his prick.
At the same time, Betsy was also being driven out of her mind by the talented tongue that licked and laved at her gash. The redhead screamed in delight as she locked her hands around Retha's head and pulled her face into her cunt.
She could feel the juice flowing from her widespread pussy like a ruptured dike. It flowed along her thighs and between the flexing cheeks of her ass to bathe Retha's face. Tears welled from her eyes as she felt the first of what she knew would be many orgasms surge through her.
From behind she felt Skip's arms. His hands cupped and fondled her tits while he shook the bed and both girls' bodies violently with the force and fury of his lunges into Retha's cunt.
Retha was delirious with the giving and getting of such exquisite pleasure. She spread her thighs wide and eagerly pummeled her pussy like a glove over Skip's prick. His cock filled her completely, superbly. She rocked her head from side to side between Betsy's thighs in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy. She fastened her mouth, wet with the girl's cream, against her pussy. Her tongue jabbed in the wet gash of her cunt, and sucked more and more of the sticky sweet nectar into her mouth. She sucked wildly at the creaming pussy, trying to milk it as her own pussy milked Skip's expanding prick.
Skip grabbed Retha's ankles and brought her legs up to fasten them, from behind, around Betsy's waist. This way her ass was even higher and her pussy wider to receive the full force of his thundering prick-shaft.
"I . . . I'M . . . I'M CUMMING!" he suddenly shouted.
He heard Retha's throat gurgle her agreement and her voice whimper encouragement around the mouth-filling hair and folds of Betsy's pussy.
Retha was almost there herself. She was cumming again even better and stronger than she had when Betsy had eaten her cunt. It was the first time she had ever felt such a giant eruption building in her vitals. And it had been stimulated by both a cock and pussy at the same time. She bucked harder, striving with every fiber of her body for both their climaxes. She wanted Skip's cum to be as great as her own.
"OH, WHAT A PUSSY . . . WHAT A FANTASTIC PUSSY!" Skip moaned as he increased his pace, deepening his thrusts into the dark furrow of Retha's seething cunt.
Betsy had released her passion and had been all but forgotten by the other two. She rolled from Retha's face and lay beside their heaving bodies, mesmerized by the torrents of heated passion arising from both her partners as they lunged and raged their desire against each other.
She watched as Retha writhed nakedly, like a demon possessed, under her lover. She ground her cunt up over his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her toes curling as she lurched her long legs wide and upwards.
Skip pounded into her cunt deeper still, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard against her heaving tits until her head was framed between them. Her fiery crotch was now high and wider than ever, more open to the power of his rapid fucking.
Betsy could see the full beauty of his magnificent tool. Her own cunt suddenly twitched in a pang of jealousy as she wished it were her belly his cock was invading.
"OH, AAGGHH, SKIP . . . I'M GONNA CUM, BABY! I'M GONNA CUM LIKE HELL . . . LIKE ALL HELL! CUM WITH ME, LOVER! POUR YOUR SWEET FUCK JUICE IN ME WHEN I CUM!"
Retha's voice was a piercing shriek as she felt her second cum strike her cunt and belly like a hammering fist. She felt the elastic walls of her hole contract around his huge dick and begin to secrete their warm gushes of sticky fluid a second time.
Skip felt her explosion and knew his would soon follow. She jerked wildly, spasming, the mouth of her cunt sucking at his cock feverishly. Her breath was hot against his face as it came in short, gasping rasps. His body went rigid as a board as his own climax suddenly struck.
His balls erupted burning fire. The sudden joy caused his whole body to shake and tremble in fluttering tremors. His cum, creamy and thick, spurted from the tiny opening in his cockhead to burn its way deep up into Retha's violently quivering body.
It was a never-ending flow which made Retha moan in delight. Her belly quaked with the heated sperm his throbbing cock was emptying into her cunt. Their sex fluids mixed together and flowed out around his cock to mat their pubic hairs together and form rivers of cum that bathed their joined crotches.
"GODDAM, YOU WERE RIGHT, SKIP," Retha heard Betsy say. "SHE'S A FUCKING NATURAL!"
The rest of the weekend was a round of sucking and fucking that left Retha in a complete daze.
Then she found herself in Skip's car in front of her house, staring down at the five one-hundred dollar bills in her hand.
"A little bonus, Retha, honey," Skip said. "Next weekend . . . same time, but different place."
Retha blanked her mind off, and the weekends flew by. And the bills started getting paid. Retha told her mother she had taken a full time job modeling.
Then, after an especially harrowing weekend, Retha seemed to wake up. She told Skip on the way home that she was through.
"Through? What do you mean through! Shit, honey, you're money in the bank to me, the way you fuck!"
But no matter what Skip said or how much he threatened her, Retha refused to do any more films.
Then one afternoon about two weeks after Retha quit, she came home to find Skip and her mother watching a film in the living room. On the screen, Retha was getting fucked by three boys at once.
Skip smiled up at her.
"I was just telling your mother about your modeling job."
Chapter Six
In the two months since they had been in Houston, George Winston had been very careful about getting strange pussy. His wife, Leona, had been making more and more sexual demands on his body.
He liked that.
But one woman, even Leona, wasn't enough for George. He wanted lots of women, and he couldn't get Lydee Brown out of his mind.
He often fantasized, as he was fucking Leona, what it would be like to eat Lydee's black pussy at the same time.
It would be heaven.
But how could he ever get Leona to agree to a threesome with another woman? How would Leona feel about it? He still loved her very much and didn't want to risk losing her if she didn't feel the same way.
He didn't know what to do. He finally decided the best way was to bring it out into the open, but to do it in a conversational way. Then he could get her true feelings.
"Leona, honey, there's no doubt about it. You're the best blow job in the whole world. And with that sweet cunt of yours you must be the best fuck in the whole world, too."
She reached out and took his limp prick in her hand.
"Honey," she said, "with a beautiful cock like yours in my mouth I have to be good or else you'll give that marvelous prick to some whore. You really know how to suck and fuck, George, and I don't want to lose you, so I try to keep you happy in every way I know how."
Unknown to George, Leona had a few thoughts of her own. As her hand stroked his prick, she idly speculated in her mind what another prick would be like. She wondered if George felt the same way in his curiosity.
She decided to broach the subject.
"Sweetheart, have you ever wondered what it would be like to have someone else suck your cock or fuck you?"
George was surprised at this question, but delighted; here was his chance.
"Well, baby, to be perfectly honest, I have wondered about it . . . every now and then. I've even wondered whether or not we ought to try something like that . . . even if only to be sure that we are the best for each other the way we think we are."
Leona's eyes opened wide as saucers. "George, do you mean to say you think we should have sex with other people just to be sure that we feel the way we think we do about each other? We should actually suck and fuck other people? I should put a strange cock in my mouth?"
As she said the words, she felt a strange thrill run through her body. In her mind's eye she tried to imagine another prick in her hand. And she got hot at the thought.
George was watching her closely, and it was almost as though he could read her thoughts. His hand leaped to her cunt and he gently started to rub it as he spoke.
"Baby, look at it this way. We know we love each other. There's no doubt of that, and under no circumstances would either of us put our marriage in danger. So if we did decide to get involved in some extra-curricular sucking and fucking, then it would be just to see if there was anything we were missing . . . and also to be sure that we were giving each other everything that we could be giving."
By now he had two fingers inside her cunt and was massaging away. Leona was getting hotter and hornier as he spoke because all she could think of was sucking on another cock besides his, and having a strange dick inside her cunt.
She smiled slowly. "I wonder what it would be like? I wonder how it would feel after all this time? I am curious about it . . . and it seems so many couples are doing it now!"
While she spoke, she jerked his cock off with more than the usual force and George knew that he had her. He pressed his advantage. He pushed her over on her back and placed a pillow underneath her ass. His prick was rock-hard now, and he took it in his hands as he maneuvered himself between her legs.
"We'll never know if we don't try," he said softly as he rubbed the head of his cock against her luscious cuntlips. "So I think we ought to give ourselves the chance to find out."
Her eyes were closed and she was going with the feeling she was getting from his cock rubbing against the lips of her pussy. Both his hands were on his prick and he was rubbing harder and harder. Then he slipped just the head of his dick inside her cunt. Leona bit her lips at the thrill of feeling his cock.
Her pussy started to go into action. George wasn't moving; he was keeping still intentionally because he knew she couldn't stand to have a cock inside her and not have it moving. She laid still for a moment, then, with a groan, started undulating her hips.
Starting at the end of her pussy, deep down at the bottom of her womb in the depths of her belly, she started to make her cunt wiggle. Squeezing her inner muscles as tight as she could, she massaged George's prickhead until he thought he would cream right then.
"OH, BABY," he moaned, "YOU ARE ONE FINE FUCK!"
"So are you, George, honey ... so are you!" Leona gasped, feeling the head of his huge dick bounce off her cervix as she pumped her hot cunt over his meat.
George realized that their discussion about getting fucked and sucked on the outside had really turned her on. His cock was tingling with a feeling that he would cum in two seconds, but he held himself in check, wanting this screwing to last.
He started to move, slowly at first, then gradually building his momentum until he was plunging his cock inside her cunt with the force of a pile driver. Leona loved it and when he drove it into her she threw her cunt back at him, matching him thrust for thrust.
"OHHH, YES, YES! FUCK ME, LOVER . . . FUCK ME!" she cried in glee.
He withdrew his giant prick out to the very tip, until it was just resting against her cuntlips, then, with a mighty heave of his ass, he threw his full weight behind his plunging rod and drove into her again and again.
Leona's head was reeling with the images of all different kinds of cocks inside her cunt, all of them being driven into her with such tremendous force that they flattened her womb. As George fucked relentlessly into her, her mind went over what they had been talking about, and soon she was determined to know what it felt like to suck and fuck someone other than her husband. She wanted to taste the cum of another man. She wanted to have a strange cock plowing into her insides, fucking her senseless.
Then her mind was yanked back to the present as George began using his cock like a battering ram. Deeper and deeper into her velvety depths he lunged, feeling the cum boiling in his aching balls.
"OHHH, GEORGE, IT'S SO GOOD! SO GOOD! FUCK ME, HONEY . . . FUCK MY EVER-LOVJN' BRAINS OUT!" Leona squealed.
George wanted to get the question settled while his wife was still in the mood, and he felt the time was now.
"Sweetheart, what do you think about that outside sucking and fucking? Should we give it a try?"
She put her hands on both cheeks of his ass and pulled him deeper into her cunt.
"You beautiful prick," she said, "when you have it inside me like this I can't think or do anything except want more cock. Do what you think best. If you want to make the arrangements, go ahead!"
This drove George wild. He started to fuck her like a wild man. He was yelling insanely as he moved up and down with such force that the bed creaked and groaned as if it were about to collapse. All Leona could do was hang on for dear life. He was pummeling her with his big cock, his hands were in her hair and he was pulling, his elbows were digging into her sides, and even his balls were slapping loudly against her thighs.
As always, she responded to him the way that she was treated. His insanity was infectious, and soon she started to scream like a maniac, her movements becoming so strong that now it was his turn to hang on for dear life as her cunt started to do battle with his cock.
Looking for a good grip, George put his hand to the edge of her asshole. He put one finger straight against the hole and felt the warmth of it. He exerted a little pressure and the tip of his finger went into her shit hole. Leona realized what he was doing and the thought spurred her on to even wilder motions. Soon they were rolling off the bed and over the floor in spastic gyrations. It was as if she were fighting so that his finger wouldn't get inside the hole. But he was determined, so he reached around farther to prepare for the final thrust.
Leona wrapped her legs around him and pushed as hard as she could. They rolled wildly and she ended up on top of him. His finger had slipped from her butthole, and in trying to get it back there he found it at the bottom of her cunt.
He slipped his finger deep into her cunt and got it good and wet with sopping cunt juice. Then he worked it around once more to her asshole. When he applied just a little bit of pressure this time, the juice allowed his finger to slip in easily, to his delight and her surprise.
Once inside the hole, his finger started to work in and out, and from side to side. She liked it, and liked it especially when she thrust against his cock right up to the hilt, and then when she drew away, he shoved his finger into her ass as far as it could go. She was thrilled going in and out, and it was too much to bear.
"OHHH, I LOVE IT! FUCK ALL MY HOLES AT ONCE, GEORGE!"
Then George flipped her back over and filled her cunt with cockmeat from the top position again.
Leona closed her eyes and concentrated on the giant cock driving in and out of her pussy and the way her body was reacting. The prick felt so good, so hard, the head so round and smooth. And the hands, the fingers on her ass cheeks, twisting up into her hotly puckered asshole. They were forcing her hips up, up off the bed, driving her onto the pistoning shaft.
"OH, YEAH, HONEY, FUCK MY COCK . . . FUCK IT!" George cried, slamming his rigid tool brutally, harder and harder, into her sopping cunt.
"OH, OH, OHHHHH, EEYYYEEE!" Leona shrieked, feeling her legs snaking up, seeking his waist.
"THAT'S IT, HONEY . . . YEAH!" he rasped. "PUT YOUR LEGS AROUND ME . . . WRAP 'EM AROUND ME TIGHT!"
Whining, mewling with desire, she obeyed. She gripped him in the vise of her trembling thighs, and squeezed as hard as she could. Her ass churned. Her hips, as if they had become electrically charged, began to grind around and around. She fucked her hole, her seething, syrupy cunt furiously onto the pleasure-giving cock that pushed and pounded in and out of her belly.
"OH SHIT, YOU'RE GOOD . . . GOOD FUCKING ASS!" George shouted. "I'M CUMMING, BABY ... I'M CREAMING LIKE ALL HELL!"
Leona yelled as the cum spurted into her pussy, she worked her muscles, milking, sucking on his spewing cock. She felt the hot juice seep out, down the crack of her ass, down the inside of her thighs to form a puddle on the bed beneath her. She slapped her ass cheeks into the puddle, fucking harder, fucking with all the strength in her body, all the force in her hips.
Now there was a need, a hunger in her cunt for more and more cum from the cock that was plowing into her. Suddenly the deflating prick in her pussy was hard again.
She felt light-headed, dizzy. She was cumming, having orgasm after orgasm, each one more violent than the last. She arched her back and wriggled her ass as she tried to bring even more cock into her body. Her hand found the base of his prick and squeezed. She cupped his balls. She sucked him all the way into her cunt and kneaded him with her inner muscles.
Fuck and suck, fuck and suck, suck and fuck! her mind was screaming.
"HONEY . . . HONEY!"
"Huh . . . what?"
"Leona, take it easy! My prick slipped out of your pussy two minutes ago!"
"Oh." She felt blood, a burning blush, suffuse her face. "I ... I guess I just got carried away."
"Yeah, I guess we both did. I don't know what turned us on tonight ... we were both like demons!"
"I know what turned us on," Leona smiled. "Talking about fucking and sucking with other people."
George returned her smile. "I think you're right . . . but who should it bne?"
"I think," Leona said, "that we should start with a woman . . . and, preferably, a woman we know."
George agreed. "But we don't know that many people in Houston."
"You'll think of something, darling," she cooed. "Oh, God, just talking about it has got me hot again! Let me suck you hard, George!"
"Not before I eat you first!" he laughed.
He whirled, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs. He spread them wide and lifted her pussy to within inches of his hungry mouth.
It was a beautiful cunt, sitting there above her little asshole. Spread open the way she was, her cunt showed itself in all its glory. Soaked through and through with his cum and her cum and all the cunt oils that flow when a woman gets sexy, her pussy glistened with a brilliance that made the pink skin inside seem to glow from within. There was no taste to equal the taste of a cunt. Once having tasted a cunt, a man realizes that he has had the ultimate flavor to stimulate his sexual needs.
And Leona's cunt was a particularly lovely and sexy cunt. The ends of her pussy hairs were wet with little droplets of cum that were begging to be licked off. The sweat that ran down the valleys between her thighs and the point where her cunt and asshole joined were soaked with the sweat of fucking. They held the promise of a taste unlike any other.
As he looked, some shining fluid oozed from the opening and told him that she needed a good sucking to make her cum off the way a lovely cunt should cum off. He could no longer fight the urge that had been welling up inside him. He leaned over and took her whole cunt inside his mouth, and with eager, hungry sucks drained it of all its fluids and juices.
Then he started sucking on it so that it filled up with more and more juices. When it began to overflow again, he opened his mouth as wide as he could, put her entire cunt in it, and sucked it dry again.
Over and over he caused her sopping pussy to overflow with juice, and when they poured out of her hole he immediately covered her burning meat with his mouth and sucked her dry again. When he had drunk his fill, he put his tongue on her clit and began mauling and moving it in every direction.
Her moans and groans, shrieks and sighs, yells and grunts, and frantic tossing and turning told him how she loved what he was doing to her. She was totally enveloped in passion. Her mind and her body were balanced on the tip of his tongue.
Rapidly it moved inside her cunt to touch first against one wall and then against the other, to lap where it came close to the asshole, to suck on her clit and make her scream with joy.
"I'M CLOSE!" she screamed. "OH, DARLING, I'M THERE! SUCK! SUUUUUUUUCK!"
She lurched toward him and clasped both her hands around the back of his head, forcing it down harder on her cunt. He held still, knowing it would only be a matter of seconds until she came, and then he would fuck her or have her suck him off.
Once more he started to tickle her clitoris with his tongue. As he knew she would, she arched her back as the tremendous energy of her orgasm let loose. He drank in the taste of her cum as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her to leave her weak and trembling.
She came and came and came, until her body was wracked with tremors, her cunt dripping with cum, her muscles too weak and spent for her to even twitch, though every nerve in her body was shrieking.
"YOU CUM SO GOOD," George sighed. "NOW ME! BLOW ME, BABY . . . SUCK MY DICK!"
Leona didn't pause. She wriggled around until her beautiful face hovered over his upright meat.
Right from the start he knew that this was going to be a great blow job. He knew it from the way she came close to the red, throbbing head of his prick and stared at it for a full minutes before she took it into her warm mouth.
When it was inside her mouth, she put the tip of her tongue into the slit on the tip of his cock and forced it open a little bit. Once open, she ran her tongue across it in a buzz saw fashion and kept this up until he was ready to cum. But just as he was about to blow his wad, she stopped and put her teeth on his shaft, just below the head. Little nibbles from here all the way down to the base came next. At the base, with all of his prick in her mouth and throat, she moved her head back and forth so that her lips were brushing the hairs that were at his stomach, and her cheeks and throat were rubbing against the sides of his cock.
George was sure he was going to cum right then and there.
Then Leona moved her head up quickly to the tip of his prick, at the same time exerting a pressure with her lips. This felt so good he drew a fast breath. Just as swiftly she reversed the motion, taking in all of his dick right down to the base. Faster and faster she performed this trick on his cock, and each time his cock showed its appreciation by fucking her in the mouth on her downward motion.
Leona found great enjoyment sucking on his prick, and she wondered idly if the pleasure would be the same sucking on another man's cock. As she worked hungrily on George's huge dick, she fantasized about sucking other men's pricks . . . and she found the idea pleasing.
As she closed her eyes and imagined those other cocks ramming into her face she was suddenly struck with an incredible realization: those other cocks belonged to her own sons!
She was shocked at first, but the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea.
Her two handsome sons. Her husband. Three beautiful cocks right here in her own house to suck and fuck!
George's voice brought her back to reality.
"OH, WHAT A SUCK JOB YOU CAN GIVE, BABY! TAKE IT ALL! SWALLOW MY MEAT!"
The pressure of her hot mouth and lips on his prick was really getting him ready to come off. He wanted to fill her mouth with cum. She felt his rising excitement and moved her head faster and faster. She started to scrape his prick with her teeth as she made the downward stroke with her head. It gave him a mild but pleasurable pain. Then she forced her hand underneath his ass and gave him a little of is own medicine by putting a finger up his ass. His asshole was bigger than her finger, so there wasn't as much trouble getting it in.
Her burning mouth was going up and down the length of his prick very rapidly now and George was getting very, very close. Her finger was going in and out, in and out, of his rear hole with the same speed as her head and the combination was wildly stimulating. His cock was red hot and burning in her mouth.
She grabbed the shaft with both her hands and concentrated on the head of his prick. It was shaped like a huge mushroom. It filled up her whole mouth. Sucking on it meant either putting it all in her mouth and tonguing just the top of the head or taking a part of it in her mouth and tonguing a bigger portion at one time. Now she was so horny that she had to have as much of his prick in her mouth as possible, so she ate all the head, tonguing the top around the crack.
Lovingly, her tongue wandered around the head and her lips pressed the rubbery skin. She nibbled at it as if it were a juicy steak. Then she sucked on it as if it were an ice cream cone. What she wanted now was for him to cum so she could drink it in as she would a glass of milk.
And she didn't have long to wait until she got the drink she was longing for. George was hot as a firecracker, and it wasn't very many more sucks until the few small jerks of his prick let her know that she should get ready to drink. He was fucking her mouth hard now, knowing he would be cumming at any second.
Then, at last, the huge cock began to spurt out the big globs of cum. Hungrily, Leona drank down each spurt of the fiery liquid as though it would save her life. He kept cumming and she kept sucking it in until he thought she was going to suck up his insides. His massive cock shot into her mouth like a geyser, a never-ending stream of delicious, hot male sperm.
He finally stopped cumming, but she wouldn't stop licking until she had sucked up every last drop of cum from his prick, from his balls, and even the sweat from around his asshole.
George's huge shaft was now drooping after her assault on it. He lay there, panting, and thinking how good she was. But he also thought how good it would be to get some new cunts sucking on his prick. He thought of all the games they would be able to play, and he let his mind roam over all the delicious possibilities.
Then the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"George, it's me. Lydee Brown." She was sobbing on the phone.
"Lydee, what's wrong?"
Through her sobs, Lydee told him all about the mess Retha had gotten herself involved in. She reminded George about his promise, after he'd fucked her, to help her out in any way he could in the future.
Well, she needed that help now. Could Retha come and stay with the Winstons for awhile, to get her away from this bad element?
"Hell, yes!" George enthused. "You put her on the next plane, Lydee!"
After he hung up, he explained to Leona.
They both smiled, knowing that they had found the other girl for their threesome.
Chapter Seven
Retha had barely arrived and settled into her room when everyone in the house was already planning how to fuck her.
George and Leona agreed that it would be better for Leona to be first with the girl and to feel her out about their idea for threesome sex. They would wait a day or so, until the beautiful black girl got more used to the family.
Their twenty-two-year-old, Chris, had the same idea. He planned on slipping into Retha's room the second night of her visit and, while she was still asleep, start eating her and getting her too hot to refuse him a fuck.
Kent, the nineteen-year-old, wasn't about to wait even that long. He had loved Retha and wanted her pussy too long.
On the evening of the girl's very first day in the Winston house, Kent waited until everyone was in bed and the house was quiet. Then he slipped from his own room and sneaked down the hall to Retha's.
Little did Kent know that Retha was actually waiting for him. Well, not for him exactly, but for a cock. As much as she had grown to hate Skip, she still needed and missed his huge, wonderful cock.
That first night, at dinner with the Winstons, she had sat at the table and thought about seducing one of the two boys, to take the edge off her sexual craving. She had even thought about fucking George Winston himself.
She couldn't wait to get alone in her room, after dinner, and work on her pussy.
Upstairs later that evening, Retha stripped the blouse and skirt from her body. She mumbled, talking to herself.
When she was stripped to her bra and panties, she leaned against a bedpost. Her body was shaking, and even though the temperature in the room was warm, goose bumps popped out on her flesh.
Her shoulders shook and she saw the tops of her tits quiver and bounce above her bra.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "what will I do in Houston without a cock?"
She moved one hand and slid it down over her belly and under the elastic band of her panties. She touched the wiry, matted curls of her black pubic hair and let two fingers continue their path downward.
"Oh, I'm soaked!"
And she was. The excitement of just being around cock had started her juices flowing like a fountain. The crotch of her panties was wet to the dripping point and some of the sticky substance had dripped down to her thighs.
Without realizing it, two of her fingers had slipped up into her cunt. She smiled. That might help. She turned her body around and sat on the bed. Leaning against the post, she hiked her legs up and put both hands inside her panties. She pulled the lips of her cunt wide while she inserted first one, then two, then three fingers of her other hand far up her hole.
Her pussy was warm, and wet, and sticky.
And, oh God, how good her three trembling fingers felt, surging up the hungry cavity. She leaned back and closed her eyes. She bit her lower lip.
She bit down hard and immediately tasted blood.
"CUM . . . CUM . . . CUM!" she chanted.
She spread her knees even wider. A feeling of intense fire swirled through her cunt. She balled her fist and shoved it far up her slit. She mashed her clitoris and rubbed, gently at first, then with ever increasing pressure.
"BURN ... BURN IT UP, NOW," she groaned. ; CUM . . . CUM . . . NOW!"
The bed came alive as she fucked her fingers hungrily up into the moistness of her hole. She withdrew them only to drive them in again, even harder and farther.
She thrust against her hand, screwing it deeper into her pussy. She thought of Skip's cock. She knew the feel of it, the size of it, the power of his prick.
Her hand became that cock. She could feel, almost see its huge, thickly-glistening shaft ramming its way into her clasping cunt. It sank through the ebony pubic hair and hammered its way into her cock hungry pussy.
Her hand became that cock as her gasps became those of a fucked woman. She was suddenly grinding her ass up beneath his racing body, surging her own sweating thighs toward his in search of a climax. Now he was a wild man, totally in her power, pumping his cum-filled prick into her hot cuntal channel.
"Oh, God ... oh, my God!" she moaned.
Her fingers weren't enough as her thoughts centered on the massive male meat she had fucked so often.
But now she only had her fingers.
In desperation she reached beneath her fleshy ass cheeks and searched in the wet crevice between them. She found the target and wormed, a finger deep into the tiny puckered opening of her asshole.
"YES ... OH THERE . . . THERE!" she gasped aloud, as the pain lanced through her prickly flesh. She paused for a second, then again took up the rhythm.
Her huge tits worked their way out of her bra. Her nipples, darkly brown and gorged with blood, danced before her eyes.
Her face went hot as she felt her climax approaching. It filled her body and rushed through her mind with a great wave. She hung for a moment, gasping for air, as her body vibrated and teetered on the edge of release.
And then the clear, white hot juices from her cunt gushed warmly around her fingers. They covered her hand and ran down between her smoothly-tensed buttocks. She could feel the sweet wetness and reveled in it.
Her body quivered, her buttocks remained in the air, swaying. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her clenching cuntal walls until the last, dying throbs of her delicious cum had quelled in her body.
And that's the way young Kent Winston found her when he moved stealthily into the dimly lit bedroom, already tugging at the tie of his robe and feeling the blood surge into his youthful cock.
Retha saw him standing at the foot of the bed, naked, his long, white, hard dick standing out from his groin like a spear, pointing to her soaked pussy.
There was no need for words. They spoke with their eyes and their bodies. He had what Retha needed, and she had what Kent wanted.
The beautiful black girl pulled her dripping fingers from her pussy, spread her legs, and lifted her feet high and wide in the air.
"I want to," Kent gasped.
"I know," Retha nodded between her huge tits. "And I want you, too."
Her tits were dark and pendulously full, barely encased in the black bra. Kent drank her in and stroked his cock with one hand while he balanced himself against the bed with the other.
Retha's legs were long and shapely, well-formed and muscular, tapering from trim ankles to dimpled knees, up to full, rounded thighs. The cheeks of her ass were also full and somewhat underslung where they stood out tautly in the tight material of her panties.
Suddenly his mouth watered and his cock grew harder.
"Well?" she asked in a low, gravelly voice: "Jeez . . . you're so beautiful," the boy gasped.
"So are you, baby," Retha sighed, her eyes directly on his cock.
The sight was incredibly beautiful to Kent. In the back, her butt cheeks spread, stretching the silky material of her panties even tighter over her body's fullness. In the front her smooth, flat belly seemed to come to an abrupt end where the bush of her cunt hair protruded in a ball. Between her legs the even strip of white material adhered to her body, clearly outlining the pulpy bulge of her cunt lips. Thick black hair curled out from the sides "of the white strip, its contrast so clear that he wanted to move close and fuck her that very instant. He yearned to rip the panties aside in order to taste the nectar he knew he would find there.
"I ... I want to eat you first," he gasped. " "THEN DO IT, BABY!!" Retha moaned. "HURRY! DO IT!" As the young boy moved to her, she began to direct him, softly and lovingly. "Nice and slow and right on my clit, baby, from side to side. I'll tell you when to press harder with your tongue and when to go faster!"
He nursed on both her tits, letting her pull them from his mouth every once in a while so she could hear the popping, sucking sounds. Those sounds turned her on. The look on her face was like nothing Kent had ever seen. Finally she made him lick his way very slowly down over her belly to her cunt. She kept playing with his prick with her foot to keep it excited and make him tongue her more hungrily.
Then her panties were off and his face was buried in the hot, wet musk of her juice-seeping, black cunt.
"OHHHH, BABY," she rasped, "FASTER NOW . . . AND A LITTLE HARDER . . . YES, GOOD, MMM. OHHHH, LOVE, I LOVE TO HAVE YOUR FACE BETWEEN MY LEGS! THAT FACE IS HUNGRY FOR PUSSY, ISN'T IT? GOD, IS IT EVER! LICK, LOVER, LICK, LICK, LICK, LICK UNTIL I TELL YOU TO STOP! MMMM, YOUR FACE IS RIGHT ON MY PUSSY NOW, ISN'T IT? EAT ME UP, DARLING, EAT ME UP! MAKE MY PUSSY FEEL GOOD! KEEP LICKING!"
Young Kent was close to apoplexy. He knew he'd have to get his cock in her pussy pretty soon or his balls would explode.
But Retha just kept chanting about his cock, her cunt, and fucking in general as she made him continue to suck her pussy.
It was one of the weirdest experiences Kent had ever been through in his young life, but he was thoroughly enjoying it. The idea of a girl craving sex to the point of desperation turned him on all the more.
He knew if he didn't get up inside her belly and start fucking, he'd go crazy. But she had a way of slowing him down with her hand and arching her pussy into his face that blanked all other thoughts from his mind.
Then, suddenly, her beautiful body went rigid and she clasped both her hands behind his head, mashing her cunt as hard as she could into his face. The young boy gasped and gurgled as he felt the hot, steaming juice from her cunt spew down his sucking throat.
"OHHHH, BABY, YESSSSS! THAT'S THE WAY TO SUCK A PUSSY!" Retha gasped, feeling the electrical charges of her climax race through her body.
Young Kent knew his cock was going to explode if he didn't get it inside her hole soon. He raised his cum-covered face from her crotch and looked imploringly into her glazed eyes. "Can . . . can we fuck now?" he whispered.
"YES, BABY, YES ... WE FUCK NOW," she breathed. "THIS TIME I'LL FINISH YOU!"
Strange, flashing things were moving before his eyes. He moved over her lush body, spread her legs and began easing his painfully swollen prick into her cunt.
"EASY, EASY," she said, and reached down and gripped his hard-on to slow its entrance.
"Oh, Jeez, does your pussy ever feel good!" It was wet and hot and juicy. He pushed hard, biting her neck, but her palm was against his bone, holding him back.
"Feel good, lover?" she asked. "Do you really want to fuck me bad, baby? Huh? Do you really have to be inside my warm pussy and fuck me? Do you, huh? Tell me how much you want to fuck me, baby. Tell me!"
"YES, DAMMIT, YES!" The boy whimpered.
"THEN TAKE IT," Retha said, and relaxed.
His cock slid ball deep into her buttery cunt.
Her cunt fairly gushed juice onto his ready shaft. Kent drew back slightly, paused, then lunged forward. The sheer hardness of his prick brought a twinge of pain to her belly.
But she paid no attention to it and arched her ass off the bed to meet his thrust. "FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME!" she chanted. "FILL ME UP, GIVE ME COCK!"
She moaned in ecstasy, wriggling her ass back and forth over the thick male meat impaling her to the very core of her being. She was where she wanted to be-in bed, getting cock, getting fucked!
The thick meat sent out wave after delicious throbbing wave of delightful sensation. She squirmed her naked lips encouragingly.
Kent took the cue and began sliding his big cock out of her clasping sheath, slowly, patiently. She closed her eyes to this erotic sensation, and laced her fingers around his neck. When his prick was almost totally free of her cunt, he paused and looked down at her.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I'm wonderful," she cooed. "And so are you. Fuck me."
With that, he entered her cunthole again, this time with increased force. Again he withdrew, and again he thrust it back into her seething pussy to a newer depth.
With his next plunge, he imbedded his hard tool to the balls in her willing, eager hole. She groaned, cried out in desire, and writhed her hips against his. All thoughts of anything but her cunt vanished, leaving only fiery passion. Her fingers dug into his taut ass cheeks and pulled his hips down on hers, hard.
For a brief moment he rested on top of her, letting her get used to the feel of his throbbing cock inside her. She felt wonderfully stuffed. She wriggled her hips and delighted to the feel of his balls on her ass cheeks, to the scratch of their meshed pubic hairs.
Then once again he was sliding back in her channel. As it closed around his retreating shaft, her sheath released a copious amount of fluid to prepare for the next plunge.
It came, slippery and smooth. Then came another, and another.
A rhythm, unconscious and intuitive, developed between them. As the cadence of their heaving bodies united, so did their cries and groans and pants of ever-increasing delight.
"OH, WHAT A FUCK YOU ARE, RETHA," Kent groaned. "WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FUCK!"
"IT'S YOUR COCK, BABY . . . IT'S YOUR BEAUTIFUL MEAT," she cooed. "GIVE IT TO ME . . . ALL OF IT EVERY TIME!"
A strange fury gripped them, a savage mindlessness knowing only one goal: cumming.
Faster and faster their hips worked. Retha, moaning and sobbing against his shoulder, arched her back and slammed upward against him, completely sheathing his rigid meat. The wiry hair around her slit was like a mat. It tickled his shaft all the way in, and did the same to his balls.
"OH," he moaned, feeling the cushiony softness of her pubic hair against his pelvis, "YOU ARE SO GOOD."
"So are you," she said, her voice full of awe and amazement. Her ass bounced up wildly, claiming everything he could give her.
Her inner cunt was like slick velvet as she twisted, rotated and gyrated, gleefully working little muscles deep inside, clutching and releasing his throbbing cock as he drove at her steadily. Her head sank back and her thick, black hair covered the pillow as she let out a shrill cry of ecstasy. Her hips shot up to meet his hammering prick.
She convulsed again and again, tightening and loosening her viselike grip on his pulsing prick, grabbing at his cock and pulling his flooding lust into her quaking cunt.
"BEND ME UP! I WANT TO WATCH IT GO INSIDE ME! I WANT TO SEE ALL THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK SLIDE INTO ME AND KNOW I'M TAKING IT!"
Reaching under her smooth, soft buttocks, Kent lifted her until she could bend no more. He was almost standing, his prick aimed at her slick pussy. She reached up and guided him to her cunt until the tip disappeared.
NOW, BABY, NOW! ALL OF IT, GIVE ME ALL OF IT! POUND IT HOME. SCREW ME!
SCREW ME GOOD! FUCK ME!"
He thrust hard, sending his hard cock deep inside her. She responded by grinding her hips against his. He felt her soft ass cheeks pounding against his thighs.
She rose to meet his kiss. She captured his tongue, sucking it deep into her mouth, and locked her legs harder around his body. She felt the fluttering movement of his cock inside her, deep inside her, and she increased her fuck thrusts to match his.
Kent was careful to vary his movements just enough to keep her at the peak of desire. Each time he would change his pace or motion, the girl would show her approval by arching her back and thrusting herself even harder against him.
He used his cock like a probe, seeking out angles and positions that most excited her. Her short explosive gasps told him exactly when he had found each of her desires.
He glanced down to see her face contorted in thrilling passion. Her mammoth tits rolled and bobbed in time with the movement of her body. He responded to the satin pressure he felt from the velvety lips of her wet slit, and urged her even further toward relief.
He withdrew his slick cock slightly and waited until she begged him to resume the steady, hard pounding thrusts he had used when they had begun.
Suddenly she cried out, her body flexing in anguished passion as her clenched fists beat a steady tattoo on his back and shoulders. With a last savage thrust from him, their bodies froze in an arc of flesh as their first mutual release rocked through their bodies.
They shuddered against each other and quivered before their bodies fell back onto the bed. The girl's convulsions lasted longer than his, and to aid her, Kent stayed within the silken walls of her cunt, maintaining the pressure she needed for total release.
"Retha . . . ?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Was I good?"
"You were wonderful . . . and thank you, Kent. You don't know how much I needed your cock."
"Can I come back and fuck you some more tomorrow night?"
She hesitated. "I ... I don't know. I feel a little guilty. I'll tell you what ... if I decide it's all right tomorrow night, I'll come down to your room. All right?" "All right."
Retha slept until noon the following day. She and Kent had fucked until nearly dawn, and it turned out to be the best night's sleep she'd had in a week.
She probably wouldn't have awakened at all if she hadn't heard the clock in the hall striking twelve and felt the soft hand on her naked hip.
She sat bolt upright in bed, then relaxed when she saw that it was Mrs. Winston.
"Good morning, dear. How did you sleep?"
"Fine. Wonderful!" Retha replied, suddenly realizing that she was naked. She reached for the sheet, then stopped when it dawned on her that Leona Winston was also naked.
The woman, considering her age and the fact that she had borne two children, had a fantastic body. Remembering the lovemaking she'd enjoyed with Betsy and other girls in Skip's films sent chills up Retha's spine.
"Are you cold, dear?"
"No. No, I was just thinking of something, Mrs. Winston," Retha replied.
"Call me Leona, darling," the older woman said, smiling as if she had read the black girl's thoughts. "I just wanted to tell you how welcome you are here . . . and how much we are all going to enjoy having you in the house."
I wonder, Retha thought, if she would say that if she knew that I fucked her son's brains out last night!
"You know, Retha, we're all alone this morning. George is at work, and the boys won't be home until three."
"Oh?" Retha shivered as Leona's body slid closer to hers in the bed. Could this be happening? she asked herself. First the son last night, and now the mother this morning! "Well, I suppose I'd better shower and greet the day."
Retha started to lurch from the bed and suddenly growled with pain.
"What's the matter, dear?"
"Oh . . . nothing," Retha replied.
But it was something. She and Kent had fucked in so many crazy positions the night before that she must have thrown something out in her back.
"Here, dear, let me work on it for you," Leona offered.
And before the young black girl could protest, she was on her belly, on the bed, with Leona hovering over her.
Starting at the lovely naked shoulders and slowly working down to the hollow of the smooth back, Leona massaged and rubbed with rare skill. So lovely and tingly did she make Retha feel that the girl made no protest when the hands moved far enough down to massage over the twin mounds of her ass cheeks. With hands which trembled in her eager anticipation, the woman parted the lovely brown cheeks and rubbed a finger along the groove, making the small crinkled anus twitch and move spasmodically, and making the girl instinctively close her thighs up tighter together.
At the third up-and-down movement of her finger, Leona allowed its tip to just touch the end of the girl's cunt slit-a shivering convulsion racing through the slender, naked torso.
Then the woman lowered her face near Retha's ear and in a low voice said, "I know about the movies, Retha. Were they always with just boys?"
"No," the girl blurted, her body already a mass of lust from the woman's hands. "Not always."
"Oh? You have a lovely skin, so smooth and soft, my dear. Do you like me running my hands over you . . . does it make you feel funny, you know, sort of excited?"
She was moving her hands over Retha's ass and the tops of her thighs.
A deep sigh came from the girl. "Oh, yes, yes, I like you touching me, Leona," she said, her voice slow and slightly ashamed.
"And how about just there, do you like being touched . . . here?" Her middle finger slid over the palpitating slit of the younger girl.
"Aaahhhhmmm . . . that makes me feel funny! You seem to make it so much more exciting that when I touch myself there!" Retha gasped.
Leona laughed. "Turn over, dear. That's right, lie on your back, I can tell you have a lot to learn, and I'm going to teach you!"
At that point Retha knew she was going to give in to the other woman's desires . . . and her own. She felt the soft muff of Leona's cunt caress her thigh as the older woman turned her over and lay down beside her.
"You love it, don't you, Retha?" Leona whispered in her ear. "I can tell. You're like me. You love sex, of all kinds."
"YES . . . YES, DAMMIT," Retha gagged while Leona's soft pubic hair tickled her outer thighs and an expert hand caressed her tits, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Leona's kiss was gentle, insistently probing, but never rough and demanding. She worked her free hand under Retha's buttocks until she could probe up and down at will in the smooth valley between her ass cheeks.
Retha was aroused immediately. She never entertained even the first thought of pushing Leona away. Stimulation and satisfaction were what she wanted, and Leona could obviously give it to her.
She loosened the muscles of her asshole, allowing the woman's fingers to probe her anus unencumbered. The nails lightly flicked across the tender outer skin, barely disturbing the hairs, tickling them just enough to cause jolts of passion to surge into Retha's gaping, soaking pussy.
"Have you ever had a tongue in you, darling? Have you ever been properly eaten?"
"Yes."
"And you liked it, didn't you?" "Yes," Retha croaked.
"My husband doesn't know it," Leona said, "but I was with a lot of girls before I married him. I love George a lot, but I've often thought of eating a pussy while he was fucking me. Have you ever done that, Retha?"
"Yes."
Oh, shit, Leona thought, wait until I tell George! This is going to be easier than I thought! She started moving the heat in her tongue and lips all over the bulging mounds of Retha's huge tits.
The skin of the girl's whole body rippled as she saw her breasts start to glisten with Leona's saliva. Then the woman's mouth moved downward across her stomach and between her thighs, leaving a trail of warmth that hadn't missed even the slightest area of skin.
Retha groaned aloud as she felt the glued-up lips of her pussy being skillfully pried apart. The hot, hardened tip of Leona's tongue darted to caress and love the juice-soaked, tender skin above and around her clitoris. On and on Leona's tongue worked, with systematic, skillful precision around the erect bud, without actually touching it.
Two fingers slipped into her cunt and massaged the slick inner walls. When they were removed, her tongue took their place. To Retha it felt like a giant scooping spoon as it entered along the floor of her pussy and coursed upward until it tickled the fleshy knob of her womb.
Her hips started a demanding, rhythmic gyration, as Leona's tongue foraged in and out of her hole like a miniature cock. A cock with ultimate mobility that seemed to touch and excite everything inside her at the same time. The two well-lubricated fingers entered her asshole easily and performed there as well as they had in her "larger opening.
As her tongue continued its spastic application, Leona flattened the skin of her upper lip over her teeth to form a flat, hard surface to grind against the girl's clitoris. The hardened bud was in such a state of excitement that it was impervious now to direct contact. It wanted it.
And so did its mistress, whose eyes had rolled back into her head as the head itself thrashed in the ultimate throes of passionate release, back and forth on the tear-and-perspiration-stained pillows.
"OH, YES, YES, YES," Retha groaned, clutching Leona's hair and pulling her face into the cavity between her legs. Urgently, she thrust her cunt upward with her hips, telling the woman with her body language that she wanted her to take more, more, all of her cunt.
Retha's thighs were splayed as wide as they could go as she tried to will her cuntlips to expand to their fullest and actually envelope Leona's entire face.
It wasn't just a cum. It was the searing heat of a blast furnace that soared through every inner pore of her pussy. Her legs flew out and up, stiff as ramrods, as Leona inserted two more fingers in her asshole and her tongue continued to scoop with adoring relish at the juices in her cunt.
It wasn't momentary. It went on and on, as the older woman held her on that highest peak of total satisfaction with her lip playing over her clitoris like strumming fingers on a guitar.
When the orgasm had barely subsided, Leona struggled up and over Retha's body until their legs became two crisscrossed branches with their cunts at the apex.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, my little darling," Leona breathed.
Retha felt her clitoris engaged with her own. Below them, the lips of the two pussies seemed to clasp in a wet suction all their own. Their bodies moved in unison, riding each other's wealth of lust and passion.
Retha came again. She had never felt so overcome. Leona came and still she went on to even greater heights. She took Retha's monumental breasts in her hands, placed one in her own mouth, and urged Retha to take the other.
As Leona's hot mouth closed over the ripe nipple of her right tit, Retha sucked at her own left tit.
The pleasure was exquisite as they both sucked and exploded together in shattering orgasms that left them weak and floundering in the sweet, heady musk of perspiration and pussy juice that bathed both their bodies.
"That's just the beginning, darling," Leona cooed, pushing the girl's dark, beautiful face down to her own cunt. "Now bring me off with your tongue!"
Chapter Eight
Later that afternoon, Retha was reading a book in the living room when Chris passed by in the hall. She was surprised when the handsome older brother leaned through the door and whispered, "I heard you and Kent last night. Tonight it's my turn!"
Before she could protest, he was gone. Oh damn, she thought, what the hell am I? . . . the family whore? But as much as the whole thing angered her, Retha had to admit that she was enjoying the attention, and all that went with it. And, best of all, she hadn't thought about Skip or his cock all that day.
But by the time she went to bed that night, she decided she would make it as difficult for Chris as possible.
Her breathing was steady and easy when Chris slid into the room and moved to the bed. Gently, he rocked it. There was no movement or sound from the luscious brown body other than her even breathing.
The shape of her body under the thin sheet was fantastic. Chris has a hard-on just looking at her. He slid under the sheet and moved close to her.
He wasn't sure she was asleep, but she sounded like it. His cock was in such a turmoil he didn't know which way to go first. He slid his hand down her arm until he knew it was directly above the side of her tit.
She didn't move.
His breathing became erratic. He took a few quick breaths and then a very deep one, trying to steady the quivering ache in his body and his prick. He knew the soft, pliant cheeks of her ass lay directly in front of his cock, but kept his loins far back, just in case she might awaken.
He slid his hand over until his fingers toyed with the lace that covered her tit. The touch was thrilling and exciting. So thrilling that he was afraid his cock would shoot off inside his pajama bottoms. He forged ahead.
His hand opened and cupped the huge, soft globe. Oh, her tit's so big, he thought. It was so big that he could barely cover the end of it with his hand. He squeezed gently and the resilient flesh popped back at once to fill his hand. The tips of his fingers wormed their way into the deep crevice between her breasts. The thrill heightened and so did the throbbing in his lust-bloated prick.
How he wanted her; wanted to do everything and anything for her and to her!
Still, she didn't move.
Emboldened, Chris moved his hand above her lacy form until he was touching only smooth skin. With his fingers at the warm crevice between her tits, he started moving his hand back down. This time the lace lifted, and more and more of the spongy globe came nakedly into his hot, throbbing palm. , And then he was there. Her nipple lay like a pulsating heart in the center of his palm. The shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped down, the lacy cup falling from her breast. Her tit seemed to leap toward his hand, filling and overflowing it. He gently kneaded her tit flesh and, wonder of wonders, her nipple hardened and swelled. It got bigger and bigger.
She moved slightly, and her body rolled toward him. He froze as she groaned.
He lay still for several seconds, not moving, with his hand cupping her enormous tit. Chris knew he couldn't stop now. This was a real woman beside him, with all the goodies of a woman, and nothing could stop him from tasting her luscious meat. He kneaded her tit, letting the hard elongated nipple trace a hot path back and forth in his palm. His cock became painful in the confines of his pajamas. He unsnapped the clasp that held the two flaps together. They fell open, and his hard prick thrust forward into freedom.
When he released his cock, the head grazed against her flesh. He shivered and was sure he could feel an answering ripple flow over the skin of her body.
Even as he continued to squeeze her tit, he knew he would soon start moving downward to explore her pussy.
"Kent?" Retha groaned.
"No, baby, it's me . . . Chris."
"Oh God," she gasped.
He moved against her and thrust forward with his hips. The throbbing head of his cock met the two creases that formed just under her buttocks.
Suddenly it was heaven for him when he felt her pubic fur tickle his ultra-sensitive cockhead.
Her gown had hiked up and bunched under her waist. As his hand glided over her belly, everything happened all at once. Her leg hfted. His fingers fondled the heavy mat of her cunt hair and his cock shot between her legs.
Suddenly his fingertips were tickling the bud of her clitoris as his hips thrust his prick back and forth, back and forth against the wet outer lips of her pussy.
"OH, AAHH ... I CAN'T TAKE IT!"
"RETHA, YOU'RE WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL! THAT FEELS SO GOOD ... SO GOOD!" the boy hotly breathed.
"DON'T TOUCH MY CLIT LIKE THAT!" she cried, sobbing and moaning. "I CAN'T STAND IT ... I CAN'T!"
"I WANT TO PUT IT IN YOUR HOLE, BABY," he panted. "I WANT TO FUCK YOU!"
His cock had popped out from between her legs and now lay across her belly. His hand ran up and down the thick mat of her jet black pubic hair.
Her eyes blazed with the same intense desire and need she saw in his. Swiftly she made up her mind.
She reached to the bedside table and snapped on the light. Christ gasped when the light bathed her semi-nude body. The sheet had slid to the foot of . the bed and there she was, naked from the waist up and the waist down, the gown rolled into a ball around her middle.
Her breasts were huge and perfectly round. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars and very dark against her soft, warm skin. In their centers, the nipples throbbed a full inch outward.
Her thighs were slightly spread and the skin gleamed with moisture that had seeped from the steaming walls of her pussy. He could see the pink lips of her pussy buried in he thick mat of her black hair.
"YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL," he gasped. "SO ARE YOU, DAMMIT," Retha gasped. "HURRY! FUCK ME!"
You sure she's ready?" George asked his wife as he crawled from the bed.
"Of course she is," Leona replied. "I told you we made it together this afternoon!"
Leona waited until her husband was gone, then lightly jumped from the bed and moved into the hall. At Kent's bedroom door she paused. She could hear the bed moving and knew her son was either beating his meat or fucking. She hoped it was the former.
She slipped through the door and quickly closed it behind her.
"Retha?" Kent whispered.
It was pitch black in the room. Leona didn't answer him. Instead, she crossed to the bed and slid in beside him.
"OH, RETHA, HONEY," the boy moaned. "I WAS ABOUT TO COME DOWN TO YOUR ROOM. OHHHH, SHIT, THAT FEELS GOOD!"
Leona had wrapped her trembling fingers around her son's prick. If she had any fears about what she was about to do, they disappeared when she felt her son's hard meat.
Chris couldn't believe it. Retha was going after him, instead of him seducing her.
She leaned toward him, opening her lips as they touched his, and her tongue slid aggressively into his waiting mouth. He pulled her to him, his hands caressing her thighs, naked now as he pushed the hem of her nightgown up to her waist. He met the penetrating tongue with his own, and in seconds both of them were breathing hard, caught in the all-consuming lick of passion's flame. She finally broke the kiss and leaned her head back away from him.
"When I'm through with you tonight, honey, you won't want another woman for days!" "That's okay by me," Chris panted. She closed her eyes against the rising wave of passion as he explored her smooth flesh. "Oh, baby," she moaned, "kiss my tits! Here, wait a minute ..."
Quickly she sat up and whipped the gown over her head. Her huge, luscious breasts bounced free and his fingers itched to return to the bouncy melons. Then she was back in his arms. As his lips covered her big tits, his hands roamed over the lush field of her body, to the slightly swollen mound of her belly, her thighs, then up again, on the inside to her cunt.
"OH, YES, HONEY! TOUCH ME! KISS ME!"
Her hands were busy too, caressing his nipples, then swooping downward. She fumbled for a moment, then Chris gasped as she grasped and fondled his throbbing prick.
Retha twisted her passion-ridden body until she was lying across him, her head in his lap. Her hands never ceased their play. Her breath was coming in long, hard gasps. Then he felt her lips touch him and all thought, all sense was gone, except that of feeling. Her lips too his cock and he pushed closer, never ceasing the explorations of his hands which were discovering new areas of excitement, new pastures of pleasure. His sighs and groans of bliss blended with those of Retha as they rode the waves of passion which swept them along in its wake.
"OH, SHIT, RETHA . . . HONEY, BABY, NO ONE ... NO ONE IN THE WORLD CAN SUCK A COCK LIKE YOU CAN!"
She rammed her head down, spurred on by his words, and managed to swallow all of his surging prick. She worked it in and out of her throat, sucking and laving with her tongue as she moved. Around and around the throbbing tip she swirled her tongue, tasting with delight the pungent man cream that seeped from the tiny slit in his cockhead. Saliva and cock juice flowed from the corners of her mouth as her head bobbed furiously up and down on the huge prick. She sucked as though she were milking another woman's tits with her hungry lips. Her cheeks hollowed and her lips smacked as her mouth slipped off the head and left a sheen of saliva in its wake.
Chris groaned in anguish until, once again, her head bent and her hands came around the pulsating cock, guiding it back into her warm, waiting mouth.
As she sucked loudly, Retha could feel the thick, hot moisture from her cunt drool down her upper thighs. It seeped from deep inside her pussy like a hot spring spewing steam. Her heavy tits, dangling like ripe fruit, felt full to bursting.
She knew that soon she would have to have this cock in her cunt or she would pass out from the sheer passion of her desire.
It was always like that; she needed cock. She loved to suck, and could suck for extended periods of time if she had already cum at least once, but now her pussy was hotly creaming and she knew she couldn't last much longer without satisfying its pounding need.
She took her lips from his cock and looked up into his face. "NOW, CHRIS . . . TAKE YOUR BEAUTIFUL DICK AND FUCK ME WITH IT! MAKE ME CUM GOOD WITH YOUR MEAT! STICK YOUR PRICK IN MY HOT CUNT. IT'S READY FOR YOU!"
As if to show him how ready she was, she threw herself on her back on the bed and pointed her cunt toward his eyes. Splaying her thighs wide, she drew her knees up until the dark purple of her pussy's lining shone like a lewd lamp through the mass of tightly curled pubic fur. She massaged her full breasts until the nipples tingled in hardness.
She reached one hand between her legs and probed until she had inserted her index finger in her asshole and her thumb up her cunt. As she rubbed her tits and finger-fucked both her holes, she let little screams of ecstasy echo in the silent room. Flecks of saliva escaped from her lips as she lay on her back and enjoyed the deep sensations her manipulations were providing her body.
Her cunt was boiling now, and the juices ran in thick, hot streams over her fingers and oozed from her inflamed cuntal slit. She was ready for him.
With her body writhing in passion and her eyes tightly closed, she breathed hotly, "CHRIS, CHRIS, DARLING . . . COME! COME EAT ME AND THEN FUCK ME!"
She felt his lips and tongue nuzzle her inner thighs, and then the long, hot, saliva-coated tongue started its work. Again and again he made long laps between her quivering ass cheeks, tickling her asshole in passing. Then upward, spreading her cuntlips, dipping tentatively into the cunt hole and running the full length of the tongue's flatness across her throbbing clit.
"SUCK! OH, YES, YES, SUCK ME, MY LOVER . . . TONGUE MY PUSSY AND MAKE IT CUM FOR YOU!" Retha gasped, closing her eyes and letting her body absorb the sensations his manipulations were producing.
Chris understood her pleading words. He let out a growl and turned his body around so his legs straddled the thrashing girl's head.
She opened her eyes and saw his long, inflamed cock spring from his furry groin. The head was huge compared to the long, thick shaft. It dripped juice and quivered with dramatic intensity.
"TONGUE IT . . . OH, TONGUE IT!" she shouted, shoving her hips upward.
Chris' tongue shot up her cunt hole while the edge of its lower side continued to run back and forth, up and down, over her blood-engorged clitoris.
Retha reached up and fisted the flaming red cock. Slowly, she ran her hand back and forth on the bobbing staff. When it started to gush more of its juice and flop rigidly in her hand, she paused, waited, then started again, even slower. It wouldn't do for him to cum all over her tits. She wanted his hot spunk inside her cunt.
Chris was hard at his work now, pounding his rough tongue into her cunt as her hips writhed and her ass cheeks rose to jam her silky, hair-ringed cunt against the source of her pleasure.
He brought her quickly to the edge of orgasm. His tongue wormed its way between the gooey lips and pounded like a snake against her inner cuntal walls. Its tip was hard and crooked to give her the most pleasure from its fucking.
Then his whole tongue was inside her, his nose rooting at her asshole. The tongue was reaming like a cock, but sucking at the same time. The feeling was wild, exquisite, and it made Retha's whole body come alive. She was floating in the midst of warm, sweet passion, her body sinking in a tub of no hot desire.
The faster his tongue worked, the more her body went crazy with passion. She felt herself being carried to the delicious heights of erotic stimulation. Every hidden, secret nerve was caressed at just the right time until she finally screamed, arched her back, and exploded through a deeply satisfying climax.
Her body ached and throbbed, and spasms of delight ripped through her cunt, sending waves of release through her whole body and erupting at the tips of her tits and the lips of her pussy.
"AND NOW, MY DARLING," she cooed, "YOU CAN HAVE YOURS! TAKE MY PUSSY WITH YOUR COCK!"
She flipped herself over until she rested her weight on her knees. She placed her arms on the bed and her head on her arms. Her beautiful ass and the dark hairy line of her cunt waved in the air behind her like a magnet. Chris mounted her, jabbing at the air with his throbbing cock, trying to place it anywhere in her willing body.
Retha reached between her legs and found the cock with her hands. Deftly she lifted it and guided it to the entrance of her pussy.
She inserted the head between her cuntlips and sensed the sudden thrusts of his body as the touch of her cunt on his dick ignited his animal instincts.
She answered them by shoving backward with her ass until his prick was buried inside her cunt to its thick root.
With that, she put her ass into swift, sensual motion. She rolled and thrust backward upon the driving prick. She began to utter little grunts of anguished rapture every time he penetrated her deeply. Each time he went all the way into her, she clutched his legs convulsively, flattening her tits against the mattress.
Chris looked at her hot body, perspiring with passion and desire. What a woman she was, he thought, and what a fuck she gave!
"HARDER, BABY, HARDER! TAKE MY ASS IF YOU WANT!" she cried out in complete sexual abandonment.
He pounded her from the rear, filling her, the head of his massive prick slamming hard off "her cunt walls. She went wild with the cock-caused sensations that coursed through her flesh. The prick felt so good in her cunt. She loved the glory of hard, male meat.
Then, suddenly, she felt hands in her hair, pulling her head up. In front of her face was the longest, thickest cock she had ever seen.
Her eyes traveled up, up, until she saw George Winston's smiling face.
"Dad!" Chris cried, but didn't stop pumping his dick into Retha's cunt from behind.
"Fuck her sweet pussy, son," George groaned, and looked down at Retha. "Well?"
The beautiful black girl just smiled and filled her face with George's hard meat.
One thousand, she thought, I'm batting one thousand. I'm fucking the whole family!
Leona had no idea her son would be such a good lover. She couldn't remember ever being so turned on. As yet she hadn't spoken a word other than low guttural moans, moans that she knew wouldn't give her real identity away.
"RETHA, HONEY," young Kent moaned, "NOW! I WANT YOU NOW!"
He rolled on top of her and stretched his warm body along the length of hers. He passionately kissed his way down the side of her neck and swirled his tongue around one of her taut, erect nipples, feeling her groan with pleasure. The tit was delectable, suckable, chewable. But he left it to swirl his tongue around the other swollen, throbbing bud. He let his tongue stray briefly across that second tit, then he chuckled teasingly and roved down to her belly button.
Then lower.
His tongue laved the hairs of her soft pussy. She was wet and hot already. And his saliva made her wetter, the contact of his tongue made her hotter. His nostrils flared at the rich, spicy odor of cunt.
With the tip of his tongue he pried at the luscious pussy crack, and Leona opened wide for him until the blood-swollen lips were turned back. He licked hungrily at the insides. Her clitoris was huge, swollen stiff, twitching. H|s tongue fenced with it as Leona squealed, her body writhing uncontrollably. He reached up to squeeze the big, heaving breasts, and stretched his tongue deep into the gushy hole that flowed freely with her warm juices.
"OHHHHH!" He heard the long, shuddering moan.
He massaged the insides of her silken thighs as he slowly pulled his tongue free of the clinging cuntflesh. Leona squealed again, this time from frustration, almost in pain at losing the feel of that tongue in her pussy.
Kent lay atop her, clamping his mouth to hers, letting her taste the juice of her own insides as he dug his tongue down her throat. At the same time, he was letting her feel his hot, hard prick lying lengthways across the hairs of her burning, damp pussy.
"OHHHHMMMMM!" Her moan was stifled around his probing tongue. Her body squirmed. She wanted that cock inside her! He teased her a few long moments more, moving his hips up and down, dragging his throbbing cock up and down her pussy.
Finally she could stand it no longer. Reaching down and grasping Kent's throbbing meat, she guided the pulsating rod of flesh to the wet slit of her cunt. Just as she lunged up, taking his dick in her belly, she snapped on the bedside lamp.
"MOTHER!" Kent shrieked, and tried to pull out of her.
"NO, BABY, NO!" Leona cried. "DOESN'T IT FEEL GOOD? DOESN'T MY PUSSY FEEL GOOD OVER YOUR COCK?"
"YES, YES," the boy whimpered, feeling his hips work of their own accord to pound his meat into his own mother's cunt.
"I've seen the way you and Chris look at me, darling," Leona cooed, loving the feel of her son's hard cock inside her, "and I've wanted you both just as much."
"OH, MOTHER, MOTHER, IT IS GOOD!"
"FUCK ME, BABY . . . FUCK ME, KENT, DARLING!"
He couldn't hold back. Her cunt felt too good!
Seconds after he started pumping her, he was fucking her as fast as he could. Her cunt suddenly became the most beautiful pussy in the world. Her flesh there felt as hot and wonderful as her mouth had before.
Leona whimpered, groaned, and screamed throughout the wild fuck. Her ass trembled and squirmed. She bucked and hunched on her son's cock, reaming her cunt on each stroke. Her hole rippled with waves of heat that seared his prick as he humped wildly into her.
She shrieked as his weight drove her body flat against the mattress. He slid his hands under her body and gripped her heavy ass cheeks, one in each hand. They felt like two soft, throbbing melons in his palms as he tightly clutched them.
They continued to fuck . . . pleasure saturated them and the minutes flew by. All they existed for, all they knew, all they felt, was the delicious sensations that ravished their minds and bodies.
"KENT . . . KEEEEEENT!"
"YES, MOTHER, YES ..."
"I'M CUMMING, BABY, I'M GOING TO CUM! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM, DARLING . . . SHOOT IT UP INTO ME!"
The gasping screams that erupted in her throat at the arrival of her climax triggered his. He tore at her ass, pumping furiously, and shot his molten cum up her cuntal passage.
He fucked and fucked until her spasms died and his balls were totally depleted. Then, abruptly, his cock slipped out of her squishy cunt hole and he flopped to the bed beside her, totally drained.
"Oh, Mother . . . what a cum!" he sighed.
He felt her move beside him. He opened his eyes and looked up.
His mother was straddling his belly and squatting above him. His cum flowed from her cunt in long, thick silver streams to puddle on his naked chest and stomach.
"Beautiful," she purred, rubbing it over his body like a salve. "Absolutely beautiful!"
Kent's prick immediately rose to rock-hardness again.
He rolled her over and fucked her in the ass and cunt at the same time, doggie style, pounding first one hole and then changing on the next stroke.
They fucked and fucked; they couldn't stop. His cock wouldn't go down.
It became the best of all possible worlds for both of them. His lust for his mother's cunt was insatiable and she took all he could give her.
She was all the mysteries of the female, and he explored them.
At last they lay side by side, panting, satiated, happy.
"Kent?"
"Yes."
"Let's go see our little black girl friend now!" Chris had never taken a bath or shower with anyone before, let alone a beautiful girl and his own father. But when they had all come and Retha had suggested it, the youth had been more than willing.
He was the first one in the bathroom. George and Retha followed, satisfied glances and smiles passing between them.
Naked, the three of them jumped into the shower. Chris' prick immediately got rock-hard again.
Retha looked at it and grinned at George. "He gets ready fast, don't he?"
"Just like a young stallion," George said. "We may be able to go again soon. Suck him, honey. Suck him and I'll get hard again just from watching you suck his cock!"
Chris grinned at his father and pushed Retha down to her knees in the tub. The water from the shower ran off her hair, matting it, as her face moved toward his rigid young pole.
"YEAH, HONEY," Chris groaned. "STICK MY DICK IN YOUR BEAUTIFUL MOUTH AND LOVE IT A LITTLE!"
Retha's eyes again flashed up at George's smiling face. She let her parted lips come closer and closer to the boy's rigid, tender flesh. She moaned when the oozing head of his young prick touched her mouth.
She touched only the foreskin, which was long enough to pucker over the end of his staff even when he had a hard-on. Her long tongue slid out from between her lips and rooted into the hidden cockhead beneath. Reaching up, she took hold of his cock and slowly skinned it back until the head popped completely into view. "OH YEAH ... OH SHIT," the boy groaned. "I LOVE TO SUCK AND FUCK!"
She mouthed the head and slowly drew all his sturdy organ into her sucking mouth. Chris drew his belly in and strained his prick forward as the girl's face began to bob back and forth, sending the cockhead to the depths of her throat.
"SUCK HIS BALLS, TOO, RETHA HONEY!" George urged. "TAKE HIM ALL!"
"OH, BE CAREFUL!" Chris cried. "I THINK I'M READY TO SHOOT AND I WANNA MAKE IT LAST!"
"SLOW DOWN A LITTLE THEN, HONEY," George said. "AH, BUT YOU CAN SUCK A COCK, BABY! I CAN ALMOST FEEL YOU DOING IT TO ME!"
She nodded, whimpered, and grasped the father's rising rod. Then she was pulling and tugging to bring George's stiff cock to her face.
Before either man or boy realized it, she had joined Chris' cock in her mouth with George's giant staff. Wildly she sucked on both cocks at once.
"OH, SHIT, THAT'S GOOD!" George roared.
"YEAH . . . YEAH!" Chris echoed. "IT'S TIGHT AS AN ASSHOLE!"
Retha's hand found George's balls. Eagerly she began to rub them, her other hand doing the same thing to the balls of her shivering boy.
Her tongue slid over first one cockhead and then the other, until Chris' knees turned to rubber and he had to lean against the wall. George, in turn, leaned against him.
It was coming too fast, his passion crowding in around him so rapidly that he couldn't get control of himself. It was even worse when he looked down at her. Her eyes were closed in voluptuous ecstasy, her hands working on two cocks . . . two giant male rods . . . both jammed into her mouth.' "SUCK IT!" the boy groaned. "OHHH, SONOFABITCH, DAMN IT TO HELL! OHHHHHHH!"
As George watched, the shuddering boy belched up his load. He could feel the cum jetting. Some of it landed on his own prick. He eased his cock out of Retha's straining mouth and let her finish draining the boy's balls.
Then they were all lathering each other, covering their bodies with a soapy film.
When they finished they dried each other and reentered the bedroom. What they saw made all three of them stop dead in their tracks.
Leona was wildly sucking Kent's cock on the bed.
"Well, I'll be damned," George breathed.
"We'll probably all be damned," Retha chuckled. "But who cares!"
The black girl rushed to the bed and lowered her pussy over Leona's face as Kent sent his saliva-wet cock up her cunt. Chris quickly joined them, and George was about to, when the phone rang.
"Hello," George said into the telephone. "Oh, hello, Lydee! Yes, everything's fine . . . yes, I'm with her now ... in fact, we're all with her! Tell you what, Lydee, why don't you come down here for a visit? You can't tell, you just might like Houston!"
