"You want to do what?!" She was a black whore, as black as tar, with a thick British accent. Only she wasn't from England, she was from Africa. And the transaction, not that it mattered, was taking place in a stylish Swedish bar, in Stockholm. What did matter, at least to Duke McGee, was how much Mona wanted, in the way of dollars, to give him back what he wanted, in the way of sex. And that's what they were trying to get straight.
"Now you say you're first class and a pro." drawled Duke, "but I don't rightly see your proovin' it at all." Duke took off his big ten gallon hat and smiled his best winning charmer: "I want a lot of hot sucking and fucking. I don't see what's so hard to understand about that. Beggin' your pardon, mam." He put his hat back on. "Now how much?"
"Well," said Mona, flicking her fingers at the cocktail table, "you look like a fellow who could afford a hundred dollars. How's that sound?"
"Sounds steep, but alright," said Duke. "Let's go." He laid a fin down on the table and stood up. Mona tossed some sort of fur, probably beaver, around her shoulder, and took the Texan's arm. "It's gonna be hot," she promised with a whisper in his ear. "Real hot."
"If it is," said Duke, "I got plenty of friends with plenty of money who'll be buyin' all you'll be willin' to supply."
They made their way up the stairs of a cheap hotel off Andersen Boulevard. Duke was on vacation, "woopin' it up" as he put it, and though be had his own hotel room on the other side of the city, he declined to take his women there.
Mona locked the door behind them while Duke quickly undressed. "Come on," he said, "we ain't got all night for this." She smiled and slowly, on her way into the main part of the room, kicked off her heels and undid the back of her dress.
"I wanna see me some of that nice dark meat," said Duke. His cock bounced between his pale white legs as he made his way to where Mona stripped. "You know," he said, taking himself a handful of her large chest, "you got something better than sex appeal, baby."
"Oh, yeah," said Mona. "What's that?"
"Big tits." He lifted his other hand to aid in the attack on the whore's chest. He rubbed her big mammaries even though she still had her blouse on.
"If you'll give me a minute," said Mona, "and your money up front, I'll give you something a little better than that." She watched his hands squeezing her boobies. He rubbed the tips of the tits, even through the material of the blouse. She wore no bra, so it wasn't a half-bad feel for either, one of them. "Come on," she said, "the money and then I take off my clothes. All of my clothes."
Duke let loose of the black whore's chest. He went back to where he'd thrown his trousers and pulled out his wallet. "One hundred bucks, black baby." He shook the single bill at her. "This better be good." She smiled and took her blouse off on her way over to take the money. "Thanks," she said. She palmed the money and put it with her belongings. "You won't be disappointed." When she leaned over her clothes, she made sure to give Duke a good long view of her fine, firm buttocks.
"Yeah," said Duke, rubbing his hands when he saw the lovely ass crack, "I'm gonna get me some of that asshole of yours."
"Sure," said the whore. "Just step right up." She pranced over to the bed and leaned her hands down on the edge of it. Her butt stuck out for an easy feel. Her legs were spread.
"Come on over and take yourself a rub."
Duke had just that in mind. He stepped up to the gorgeous moon and spread his fingers across the cheeks. His first move was a quick massage, just with his hands, and he got himself a nice look at the whore's friendly sphincter. When he had the dark buttocks spread he lifted his prick against the groove. He rubbed back and forth, getting himself a nice fresh feel. "Yeah," he said enjoying the smooth texture of the whore's soft butt, "this is alright, Mona. I think you're gonna be fine."
"I should think so," she said. "I like to call myself a pro." She rolled her fanny under his cock and balls ...
"Oh, baby," 'said Duke. "That's the kind of thinking that gets you a tip when we're all done, eh?" He reached around and took hold of Mona's long pendulum titties. He leaned on her back, put his belly and chest flat on her spine and whispered in her ear, as he rubbed her lovely titties, "I'm gonna come all over your black body a whole bunch, eh?" He chuckled and then kissed her ear. "Lots of white creamy jism rolling around on your face, eh?"
"Anyway you want it, honey," she said. "You just enjoy yourself, Mr. McGee. You paid, and this is strictly for you." She rubbed her smooth ass cheeks against his groin to underline what she said. She reached between her legs, supporting both of their bodies with one hand against the bed still, and she cupped his nuts and rolled them. "Mmmm," she hummed, "you have awfully hot rocks. Good and hard, Mr. McGee."
"Why don't you just call me Duke, Mona. Eh?"
"Sure, Duke," she said. "Any way you like it." She rubbed her butt back and forth, wiggled her hips. He turned her around with his strong hands on her hips. She came up from leaning on the bed. Her titties pressed against his chest. He looked down at the large breasts and cupped them bare-handed with both his palms. He rubbed them around and then tweaked the lovely, large nipples. He tweaked them both at the same time. "Oh, Duke," she said, "that's cute."
He slid his hand down between her smooth ample thighs. His finger traveled softly into her black curly bush and located her leaking twat lips. He fucked her with that digit, stroking her clitoris and rubbed her insides for about five minutes. They just stood there with the Texan finger-fucking her like that. At one point Mona spread her legs so that Duke could get in anywhere he wanted. She wouldn't have minded she told him, if he wanted to use both hands and rub her asshole at the same time. He told her he'd get into that later.
When he got her fairly juicy, he told her to lay down. She spread herself out on the bed lifted one knee. Her cunt was big and wide open. He knew what the inside of her twat was like, but he wanted to get a feel of it with his cock before he went any further. "O.k.," he said, "now you bend it up. Push it along my prick and make me real happy with that pussy of yours, eh?" He climbed down between her long smooth black loins and filled her up with his stiff meat. He'd had a boner ever since he left the bar.
"Mmmm," she said, "you're big, Duke. Really big."
The Texan smiled. "Glad you like it." He reached under her butt and felt up her ass. He filled her bunghole with a long finger, just to be sure that he had a good tight feel of her entire pelvis, and then he jammed both boney objects in and out of her body at the same time. "Uuuuh," moaned Mona, "that's a lot of fucking there, Duke. A lot of fucking."
"Sure," he said, slowing down to catch his breath. He pulled his prick out of her pussy and looked at it. "Look at that," he said. "And then after you get a nice look at it, go down on it."
"Sure, honey," she said. "All you have to do is ask."
"Good," he said.
She reached down and circled his cock with her long dark fingers. She spread her hands out so that she could get as much of his white bone in her fists as possible. When she had a good healthy feel of it, and when she had squeezed it a couple of times, she rolled her lips across the spongy pink head. She rubbed the Texan's cock with her thick moist lips. "Nice," grunted Duke. "Really nice." He watched the whore rubbing his pecker with her mouth.
"O.k.," he said, "now lay down again. I want my cock up between your titties. Got it?"
"Sure," she said with a smile. She spread herself out on the bed and he leaned up against her chest. His penis rubbed between her breasts. She pushed the titties up along side of his joint so that he would get the best feel possible. "You like that?" she asked. "Is that how you like it? You just tell me now if you want something special, eh Duke?"
"That's fine," he said, "you're doing just fine." He worked his way down to her belly. His big dick rubbed against the smooth dark meat of her stomach. Her hips rolled under his legs and he inched down a little further so that his cock was between her legs again. "Alright," he said, leaning toward her face. "Let's have a taste." He pressed his tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue rubbed gracefully and smoothly in and out of his face, against his mouth muscle, and lightly along his lips. "Mmm," she said. "How's that?"
"That's good," said Duke. "I like that."
"Fuck me," whispered Mona. "Put it in my twat and fuck me."
"You just want to get rid of me," said Duke. "Not so fast."
"No, baby," said the black whore, "I just want you to have some fun. Go on and put it in." She reached down and guided his mushroom pecker to her pussy lips. "There it is," she told him. "Go on and shove." She left him on his own.
Duke shoved. His meat descended her long channel, into the slippery insides of her body. He could feel long trained muscles going to work on his hog. She was rubbing at him from within her pussy, using muscles that he'd always dreamed about. "That's nice," said Duke. "That's really nice."
"Sure," she said. "I knew you'd like it if you took your time."
He rolled his meat slowly and deliberately in and out, of the whore's hot quim. He could feel her pelvis moving, her lovely undulating hips adding rhythm to his developing ecstasy. "Yeah," 'he hummed, "nice." He reached his hands under her ass. "I'm just gonna give you a little shove in the butt to make sure you're with me."
"Anywhere you want it," she said, breathing a little harder now."
Duke poked around and found her anus. He shoved his long middle finger up the whore's asshole. She squirmed a bit, tugged harder on his cock with her cunt, and wobbled forward to gain more control of the thick meat. "Nice," I like that," said Duke. "I like what you do when I stuff your asshole up."
"Sure," she said. "Good." She watched him lift his hands up to her chest. He went rubbing her big dark titties, picking out the nipples and pulling on them. He took care to keep the lovely caps well stimulated. He went down on them with his mouth open, used his tongue to get them as hot and wild as possible. He couldn't believe how the chills climbed up and down Mona's chest. "Mmmm," she sighed, "I love it."
"Yeah, good," he told her. "It's a bonus for you, eh? I mean you do it for money, not pleasure, right? So if you like it, if it feels good, it's that much better?" He didn't wait for her answer, he just went sliding in and out of her box. His meat was jamming hard and fast, and he enjoyed the slippery ease juice that was coating his pecker. "It's nice," he said, "Very, very nice."
"Fuck me harder, Duke," she told him. "Fuck me really hard." She lifted her hands and wrapped her fingers around his white buttocks. She pulled him down on her and stuffed herself with more of his cock. "I try to give everybody a good time, honey. Everybody." She rolled her hips under him and her traveling pussy gave him a long, sweet feel. She worked her crotch muscles around his fat hog, and her juice slipped out along his boner, oozing, juicing, sliding along. "Mmmm," she hummed in his ear. "You fuck .me like no one else ever did."
"Sure, baby. Sure," said Duke. He jammed his meaty prong further into her hole than she expected he would. She jumped and the flesh cunt rubbed quickly along the length of his meat. Her interior 'muscles clasped at the head of his rod and rubbed it down good. His prick was covered with hot cunt juice when he yanked it out of her cunt. "Go on down on it again," he told her. "Lick it now."
She spread her ups. "Like that, eh?"
"Like that," he said. He watched her face descend on his cock. She spread her lips wide. His meat was in empty space in her mouth, and then her lips meshed close to the top quarter of the head of his rod. "Ahhh," he said, watching her work her mouth around on the slippery, spongy surface of the head, "you give nice suck, baby doll. Real nice suck." He took her head in his hands, on top and at the nape of her neck, and pressed her on and off his joint. The mushroom head of his dick slipped in and out of her wet lips and mouth, and her tongue rolled across the rim of his shaft.
"You want to put it in my asshole?" she asked, holding his cock with one fist. She bent swaying it. "You want to fuck my butt now?"
"Yeah," he said. "Now that I'm nice and juicy, eh?"
She let go of his joint and spread herself out on her belly. "You want me on my hands and knees or you want to go bare-back?"
"Fine the way you are," said Duke. He rubbed his prick along one long leg and then landed himself between her buttocks. She reached back and pulled her ass apart. He could see the sphincter. He rubbed his head into the narrow space proceeding the entrance. Then he clamped his hands around her hips and pushed. His flesh prong drilled through the whore's open sphincter into the shit canal below. "Mmmmm," she moaned into the sheets, "you're on your way." He shoved hard and his meaty pecker traveled the full distance of her butt tube. His crotch smacked against her buttocks. "There you have it," he said, reaching under her belly, to wrack up her cunt with his fingers. When he found the spread pussy lips, he entered with one long middle finger which soon was flicking her clitoris.
"Oh, shit," she moaned, "you really are after a hot fuck, eh?" She rolled her hips under his belly, and her ass contracted on his muscle. Her buttocks rolled against the thick shaft of his meat, that portion of it that was not inside her butt. She swayed her ass from side to side, jerking on the hog, making sure that he got the best ass fuck possible. He nailed her down with a repeating thrust action, shooting his flesh stick deeper still in her bowels. "Uuuuuh," she grunted. "That fucker is big."
He tweaked her clitoris to get some more juice flowing, and filled the whore's twat with two fingers at once. She jerked upwards, onto her hands and knees. He reached his other hand under her body and grabbed a feel of her big titties. They were hanging and ready for a massage that Duke was only too happy to provide. He rubbed first one of the pendulum breasts, and then the other, and finally he clapped them together and held them like that, in one of his large, muscular hands, while his rod continued to worm around like a plumber's snake inside the black whore's asshole.
"Shit," she grunted, "you sure are lasting forever, eh?"
"Oh, yeah, baby," said Duke. "For a hundred bucks I figure I got to."
"Say," she said, "you don't have to feel that way. We'll do it again in a minute or something, eh?" She jiggled his dick by shaking her hips. "Know what I mean?"
"Great," said Duke. "Alright then." And with that he went furiously about the job of shooting off in the whore's butt. He pounded her mercilessly with his pecker and soon began to twitch. He let loose with a full load of hot creamy jism that flooded out and loosened up the otherwise slick, tight anal chamber. When he was through with her butt, when he'd spent his first wad up there, he yanked his pecker out and smiled at her: "You know what, Mona?"
She lay on her side, on her arm, with her lovely thighs spread, juice dripping from her anus, clit juice sparkling in her pubic forest. "What do I know?" she asked him back.
"You're alright, baby. You're o.k."
"You ain't seen nothin', yet," said the black whore from Africa. "Nothin' a'tall."
Chapter Two
No sooner had the black whore forewarned Duke McGee about what was to come than she began crawling down the bed toward his crotch. His fuck-stick was still erect, though it had flopped down against his leg and lay there, stiff and slimy. She reached out for it, pointed it upwards, and licked from the base to the tip. "Yeah," she said, "we're gonna give you a nice little cleaning here, Duke. Just the kind of thing you can remember from your vacation, eh?" She smiled and went licking on the other side of the boner.
Duke watched her tongue various parts of his meat. She went sliding up and around the cap, and when she had splayed her mouth muscle across the head and had thoroughly licked the underside of the crown, she moved down to the base. She chewed from the side, using her tongue to insure that every bit of grease or come was properly licked up. Finally, she sat back, the pecker in one hand, Duke's thigh in the other, and said: "Look there, Duke."
He'd already seen how clean his big meat was. "Alright," he said, "I want a little rubbing in the hot spot." He indicated her cunt. "Let me get you heated up and see what happens." He ran his hands down along her black thigh and stroked the inside of her legs. He placed a finger at the outside of her cunt, stroked the labial lips, and fondled the smooth pubic hair. Her legs rolled open wide for him, and he applied another hand to the tender smooth flesh of Mona's hot loins. It was moist and slippery, even outside of her pussy.
"Yeah," she said, watching the white man play with her cunt, rub her legs, "you are getting off a little, eh?" Indeed, Duke's crotch muscle was growing again, bulging and throbbing. A big blue vein on the topside of his prick was pulsing with fresh blood, all of it going into his large spongy cap. "Yeah," he had to admit. "I guess I'm getting up for it again."
But he continued, for the time being, to stroke the whore's pussy without asking for anything more. He rubbed her long loins and her cunt forest. He fiddled inside the curly black pubic bush. It was wet and silky in there, and he enjoyed the feel of her bristly and soft (both at the same time) feel. There was alot of clit juice, especially there, and he liked that too. He loved the sensation of his fingers getting greasy as, he stroked around the lips. "Lemme see," he said, "if I can find that clitoris of yours again."
She smiled, both with her face and with her cunt, and she used her fingers to help pull her twat open for inspection. But Duke removed the whore's hands from the area he was interested in, and he went himself searching the interior. The broad lips were smooth and leafy pieces of flesh that once out of the way gave a clear view of the insides. He could see the clitoris hanging down, just barely within the confines of the pussy itself. He stroked it. "Ahhhh," moaned the whore, laying back with her legs spread even wider now. She lifted one thigh, but she pushed the other away and out so that her twat was wide open. "You know how to make a girl happy, Duke."
He fingered the pink piece of flesh. It was a rubbery knob the size of the first knuckle on the little finger. He tweaked it and rubbed the thing with a severe stroking action. He made sure, by the time he was done playing with Mona's clitoris, that the thing was not only wet and, slippery and covered with ooze, but that it was fully erect. A brief round of chills crawled up Mona's legs and disappeared in her taut stomach. Duke grabbed her around the hips and leaned his open mouth down to her belly. He kissed her and licked her stomach, enjoying himself on his way up to her fine, hefty titties.
"Come on up here, Duke," murmured the hooker. "Give my breasts some attention, too." He willingly moved toward the mammoth mammaries. He arrived first at the left nipple. It was a big, dark cap with a brown tip. He took care to rub the hot thing between his lips. He used his tongue to provide adequate lubrication so that the feel would be that much better. Soon he'd located the hot little nipple between his lips. He bore down, squeezed with his lips, pressed the nipple up close to his tongue, and waved his head back and forth in order to get himself the kind of feel of her titty that he wanted. The nipple wagged with him. It was one big tweak. "O.k.," he said, "now for the other one."
He made similar massages on the other titty, He pressed his open mouth to the full mammary and squeezed as much of the fresh titty tissue into his face as he could. He tongued the base of the thing, and licked all around it until he ended up licking the flat part of Mona's chest, between her two huge breasts. "That tickles," she said, holding the Texan's head in her hands, "but I like it."
"Yeah," said Duke. "Good." He slithered up her body, his cock rubbing along on the surface of her slick thigh. He landed and planted his tongue in her mouth. She sucked on it and gave him back more of the same. She rolled her head under his and grunted, "You kiss like you mean it, Duke. You really do."
He went around her black face and discovered that her skin was as soft and smooth as any he'd ever touched before. Re landed his tongue in her ear and then went down along the side of her neck. Soon he was close to her arms. She lifted one and asked him if he wanted to tongue out her pits. They were smooth shaven, fresh and didn't look too bad to him. He deferred, however, saying that perhaps later he would get into eating her arm pits. Then he kissed her neck and went back to stroking her titties with his tongue. He couldn't get over how soft the breasts were, how warm and tender.
Meanwhile, Mona reached down and managed with her long arms and honey fingers to get a good hold on Duke's hot phallus. She rubbed the slippery saliva-coated muscle up and down. She stroked and squeezed it between her legs, using her thighs, and then she pulled it out and rubbed with her hands some more. "You got a big cock, Texas," she said. "Really big." She rubbed the cap and said: "Why don't you sit on my face and let me give you a little ream, eh?"
"Great!" exclaimed Duke. "Why didn't I think of that?" He climbed up over the whore's black face and sat down. He leaned his pecker forward so that she could get a hold on it with her hands. His asshole was right in her face.
"I want some of that-anus of yours, Duke," she said.
"Go ahead," said the Texan. "Help yourself."
"You got to crouch a little lower," said the hooker, "otherwise I can't quite get it." She reached up with her hands and pulled on his white thighs. She pulled him down into her face. When his anus arrived directly above her mouth, she let her hands slide down his thighs into his groin where she went to work on his fuck-stick flesh. Simultaneously, she entered his bunghole with her tongue.
"Uuuuhhh," grunted Duke, "you sure do know your shit."
"Well," said Mona, pulling her tongue out of his anus, "that's what I get paid for. I mean this is my trade."
"You ream a lot of assholes?" asked Duke leaning forward to get a feel of the hooker's hot breasts.
"Oh, every now and then," she said. "It's not exactly a specialty item." She started back into his back corridor.
"What's that, a specialty item?" asked Duke.
"Oh, you know," said Mona, rolling her tongue across her lips in preparation to enter Duke's butt, "people want to shit on your chest, or they want you to piss on them, that kind of thing."
"How many turds you had on your chest, Mona?" He asked, looking down at his hands rolling her titties.
"Not many," she said. "Just every now and then some dude gets into that. After all this is Sweden, and people are into a lot of stuff around here." She started up into his asshole, her tongue wagging. She smiled though, and stopped because Duke was asking her more.
"What else they ever ask you to do?" he wanted to know.
"Once I had to get into a big black box, a coffin, and the dude outside just sat there jacking off."
"You're kidding," said Duke. "I'll be damned."
"Yup," said Mona, "he really got his rocks off that day. He paid a lot for that little set up. Had to clear the mortuary, had to make sure the undertaker was all paid off. Brought me in in a limo so that no one could tell what was going on-you know, it wouldn't be very good show for a funeral home to have that kind of shit going on."
"Guess not," said Duke. "And that's all he did? You just climbed into the coffin and he jerked off?"
"Not exactly. I had to suck him a little first. Then he made me walk through the doors and come running in screaming; I had to say something like I love him and please wouldn't he screw me up the asshole, and then I had to kiss his foot, and after that I climbed into the box and he started jacking off. That was the whole thing."
"Too fucking much," said Duke, breaking out of character. "I'll be damned. Some people are weird."
"Yeah," said Mona. She returned to licking out his asshole. She jammed her tongue up into his anus. She used her hands to pull on his thighs, to bring him closer to her mouth. Her tongue buried itself in his butt. She drilled upwards and spread hot saliva around on the contoured entrance to his shit tube. Then she stuffed her tongue hard, drilled fast, and sucked on the surrounding tissue.
"Oh, boy," said Duke, "that's nice." She rolled his fanny on her face by pulling on his legs. She rubbed him from side to side and never stopped licking his shit hole out until he said that he'd had enough of that."
What he wanted next was to rub his cock along her body. She spread herself out and Duke started up around her face. He held himself over her and lowered his prick in her face. He looked down his belly to see his big pink machine rolling on her cheeks. He rubbed up and down so that his joint slid smoothly on her nose and forehead, and then he slid clown and rubbed his greasy penis along-her neck. "Sure." sighed Mona, "go and rub all over me, honey. I don't mind at all."
He slid down to between her titties and rocked his hips so that his joint could rub up and down along her chest and along her smooth, pendulum mammaries. She took his joint in her hands and rubbed the tip against her nipples. She pressed and milked the rod, at the fat base and along the stem, while she aimed it at her boobies and massaged the head with her breast tissue. "Good," said Duke, "that's good."
Then he slid down to her stomach. He stroked her smooth belly with his pecker, and made sure that his hefty rod got the best feel possible from her luscious soft skin. While he was doing that he kissed Mona, on the lips and in the mouth, and she French kissed him back. "These Swedish," he told her, "really have it down right. I love it."
He continued down her body, now rubbing his phallus at her groin. He moved sideways so he could get one of her black thighs up between his legs. He liked the feel of her long slippery leg rubbing up between his legs, and he made sure to get that smooth surface going on the underside of his powerhouse joint. "Yeah," he said, "this is really just perfect."
"Yeah," said Mona. "Good."
Then Duke stopped for a minute, to catch his breath, and to give his pecker a minute of quiet. He didn't want to shoot off just yet, but he did want more stimulation. He lay over on his back and tried to think of something that might get him rubbed but not coming. He told Mona that she should lay down on top of him facing his feet. So the whore got up and spread herself out over Duke's body. She lay down, belly on his knees, her legs up around his chest, her feet at his chin. She held on to his ankles, and, he to hers. What Duke had accomplished in this manner was to locate his cock between the whore's smooth thighs. By holding her up by the ankles, he could rub her legs against his dick in any way he wanted. He pushed and pulled her like a wheel barrow. Her titties rubbed on his thighs, and his cock rubbed up between her smooth loins. He had total control. Every now and then he pulled her legs open, spread her thighs out, and then he pulled her ankles back together. He got himself a nice flesh sandwich around his dick.
"O.k.," he said, after a few minutes of this particular rub, "lemme look at that black cunt of yours." He rolled her off and got up on top of her. He climbed down between her soft loins and looked into her bush. It was as wet and slimy as could be. He pushed a finger into the sap producing hole and snaked upwards. "Yeah," he' groaned, "good."
She moaned back: "You sure do know what you want."
"I got to," he told the whore. "You'd rip me off all day long, if I wasn't careful. Two quick fucks and you'd be back out on the street again." He went jamming his finger hard into her twat. She rolled her hips to express her interest that he keep up the good work. "You like that, eh?" asked Duke.
"I don't mind it," said the whore, "especially since you're the customer and it makes you feel right, eh?"
Duke slid another finger into the tight wet hole. "Watch it," she said, "don't ruin my trade there."
"Sure, sure," said Duke. He pulled the extra finger out of the space and went jamming just the one digit in and out of the whore's twat. Soon his fingers and his palm were covered with juice. He, was wet and slippery up to the wrist. She was rocking and rolling around his hand and there was cunt juice just about everywhere. "Ooooh, God," she cried out to him, "that's really something." He concentrated on her clitoris and found the nub as about as hard as could be after a couple of quick strokes. "O.k.," he told her, "now we're gonna go for the big guns."
He pressed up onto her body and landed his joint into her cunt. She rolled back on her spine and pulled his big flesh nail into her body. She gave him a good long tug with the inside of her cunt, took more of his hot pecker into her than he thought she could, and started up an undulating, sensuous movement. Her hips pressed and slid beneath him while his joint went sliding in and out of her especially hot wet box. "Yeah," he moaned, "you got what it takes, baby."
He licked her titties as his joint sped in and out of her pelvis. He pressed his mouth around her big black nipple and sucked on the absolutely jumbo nipple. The things were erect, standing up for Duke's pleasure like little tin soldiers. He rubbed them and licked them and kissed at the fresh titties until there were chills everywhere.
"Fucking-a," cried Mona, "you really got me going now, Texas. And that ain't bad." His heft pecker had expanded in her pussy. The spongy head 'acted more like a balloon than anything else, growing, getting larger and larger inside her twat. "Uuuuuhhh," she cried, "rub it up good. Rub, rub."
He pressed his cock in and out of her hole. He gave her the entire joint, nailed her to the bed, and then went sliding backwards, out of her pussy almost entirely. Every stroke was a proper thrust.
"Oh, what stroke! What thrust! What power!" she grunted. "I love it. I love that pecker," she groaned. "Give me all of that meat as fast as you can honey. Mmmmm."
Duke smiled and pressed his legs, his crotch, harder against the whore's mound. His giant prick went deep into her crotch. She pumped .back at him, sucked on his wet phallus with her pussy lips. "Mmmmm," she hummed at him. "You getting ready to come?"
"Just about."
She reached down and spread her hands around his buttocks. Her long honey fingers squeezed and kneaded the flesh of his ass. She worked one finger up and down the length of his ass crack, stroking and tickling him just a bit. Then she went for his anus. She caressed the wet hole. There was still plenty of lubrication from the previous reaming in his shit tube. She used her finger to make sure he knew what a little rub in his butt felt like. "Yeah," groaned Duke, "that's alright!" Every time she rubbed in his asshole, he jammed forward with his jumbo erect penis in her willing twat. "Uuuuuh," he grunted hard one time, "I love it."
His pecker went sloshing hard and fast, enjoying the slippery interior of Mona's fleshy cave. She had muscles there, good strong ones that could work and bend Duke's prick. She very nearly sucked on the boner with' those muscles, milked at it to get the jism flowing. "Here you go!" hollered Duke. "You black bitch! All my fucking wad!"
With that he leaned into her supple flesh with everything he had. His meat pumped her full of hot jism. The come squirted out of his rod and flooded the chamber. "Ahhh, yeah!" moaned the whore, "There you are right. Nice and juicy."
He fucked away, screwing his pudding into her flesh, enjoying every last stroke. Her twat squeezed hard, and his phallus was pulled every which way at the same time. Long satin muscles sucked up the come. He felt' slippery circles of flesh yanking his muscle, tugging it, and her hips kept sliding under him too. It was one long slippery feel, total orgasmic ecstasy.
When he was done, Duke lay still on top of the whore's sweaty body. He panted out of breath in her ear and told her what a terrific fuck she'd turned out to be. Then he pulled his joint out of her pelvis and rolled over on his side. She followed his cock down and crawled up between his legs. "You ain't so bad yourself, mister," she said, taking his slippery, ooze-covered joint in her hands. She gripped it by the base and squeezed the heated spent flesh. "Not-bad at all." Her mouth opened wide and her lips pressed down around the wet mushroom head. "Mmmm," she hummed. Small vibrations rolled down Duke's pecker into his balls. When she'd licked the head of his meat clean with her wet tongue she said again: "Not bad at all."
"Listen, babe," said Duke, "you got a friend?"
"Black or white?" smiled Mona.
"Swedish," said Duke.
"Lots of Swedish friends," said Mona. "You like them blonde? Big titties? No titties? Lot's of pussy? Long legs? What?"
"Big. Big everything. Big tits. Long legs. Soft. Long blonde hair." Duke paused. "You get her and yourself up here tomorrow night. We'll have ourselves a real time of it."
"You bet," said the black whore. She rubbed his pecker with the back of her hand. "For sure!"
Chapter Three
Duke met Mona and her friend the next day in front of the hotel. They both looked at each other with surprise when they saw him alone. "Both of us for just you?" asked Mona, her black lips shiny and moist.
"Lemme see what you brought me," said Duke, investigating the tall blonde woman who stood smiling next to Mona. She had long full legs. She was not fat, but she wasn't skinny either. She had legs that seemed to go forever, and where the legs left off, in the wide graceful curves of her hips-there began her trim belly and full titties. She had a big bustline, and Duke could see, over the top of the tight hemline of the woman's blouse, that her boobs were creamy and milk-white. She had long blonde hair, just as he had ordered, and quick blue eyes. She could have been American, but then there was something in her presence that said she was all Swede. "What's your name, honey?"
"Tilda," she said simply.
"Tilda," repeated Duke, taking the whore's arm in, his own, "that's a nice name." He put out, his other big Texas arm for Mona. "Shall we?" With an African beauty on his left, and with a Swedish Princess on his right, he made his way up to the hotel room. They laughed and giggled on the way as Duke promised them all sorts of love-making and told them not to worry about the fact that he was only one man. "After all," he said, pushing the hotel room door open with his boot, "Jesse James was only one man, too!"
The girls demanded their money up front, but they did it in a nice enough way that Duke didn't feel like they were worried that he'd run out on them. If was just pure professionalism. He handed over two hundred dollars of his oil millions, and said: "Let's see what I bought myself!" Tilda spoke enough English-with an enchanting Swedish accent-that she knew right away that she was supposed to start stripping. Mona locked the door to the room.
"Alright," she said, "show him, honey. Show him what he's in for." Tilda stepped forward. She was wearing a short, hot orange skirt that ended between her hips and her thighs. Her smooth, blonde legs were fully exposed, except for the top portion of her thighs. So she lifted her skirt, right off, and gave the Duke a good look at the inside of her legs. Her bush was covered with the narrowest strip of bikini style panties that Duke had ever seen. Blondish pubic hairs pushed out above and below the silky material. Tilda not only pulled the skirt up, but she also took it off. She was left wearing only her blouse and heels. "Yeah!" exclaimed Duke. "You got the first half in order. Let's see the rest." He rubbed his hands together and waited.
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse. It was the kind of European affair that had buttons on the side, under her arm. She worked them open and then folded the front of the shirt away from her chest. She slipped out of the thing to reveal her bra-covered tits, her smooth belly and lovely, graceful hips. "Now, now, now," said Duke, stepping up for a feel of the blonde's sweet flesh. He rubbed her hips with both hands and then stood back again. "Will you look at that!" exclaimed Duke. "She's so pretty. I got a mind to take her hack to Dallas with me. Wow!"
She reached behind her back and went for the buckle that held her bra in place. She undid it, and then Duke stepped up for a close inspection of the large, melon-style mammaries that flopped loose and ready. The pink nipples were upright in the centers of large red caps. Her breasts were totally creamy, except for the cherry red nipples. "My, my," said Duke, taking himself a full palm feel of the soft flesh. "You sure did fill the prescription just the way I wrote it," said Duke to Mona. "She's wonderful."
"Thank you, Duke," said the sweet Swedish girl. "I'm glad that you are pleased."
"Pleased? Yes, damn it," groaned Duke. "I'm pleased as peaches." He rubbed both of the whore's titties. "You know what, though? I want to know something. You look a mite young to be in this business How old are you"
He was licking her titty when he heard her say "Seventeen."
"What? That's jail bait!"
"Not here," said Mona who was undressing and stepping out of her skirt. "Here you can do anything you want whenever you want it. So long as you don't hurt anybody."
"I'll be," said Duke. "That's great." He went licking on Tilda's other mammary. He sucked up the hot red nipple and rubbed it between his lips. He used his hands to support the hefty, weighty titty in his face. He pushed it at the base of the mound and the nipple wiggled this way and that under his swabbing tongue.
"Oooooh," squeaked Tilda, "that's very nice."
Duke scattered a couple of kisses along Tilda's neck and then landed his long tongue in her face. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back. Her mouth opened wide and her tongue toured the inside of his face. "Mmmm," she hummed, "nice." He reached around and started to feel her butt. "Oooooh," she said, "that tickles." He pressed hard, squeezed her large, firm buttocks. They were well-rounded and shapely, full moons, and as soft as sand. They skipped out of his hands every time she swayed left or right. That's how smooth they were. He drew a line down her ass crack with his middle finger, still kissing her in the mouth, and landed his digit between the folds of skin leading into her cunt, from the back. "Oh, yeah," grunted Duke when he discovered how slippery the young whore's pussy was. "This is going to be very, very nice."
She smiled and reached down between his legs. He still hadn't undressed, but she had no trouble locating the bulge in his pants that could only be his cock. She caressed across it, moving lightly with her fondling fingers. She sort of traveled up and down the covered joint as if she were caressing him with a feather. Only her fingers were more deft, more agile, and they occasionally squeezed and rubbed instead of merely caressing.
"Honey," said Duke, kissing her breasts between words, "you know the way to my heart. And I didn't have to say a word."
The Swedish hooker smiled and giggled a little squeak, and then she went right to work, with both hands, on Duke's belt. Mona had finished undressing and she came up from behind Duke. By the time she was in position his trousers were down around his boots. She reached her black hands in front of him, around his waist and down into his crotch. While Tilda's white smooth as glass fingers pulled his underwear off, Mona's long black fingers appeared on his rod. "Jesus, fuck!" cried Duke. "You ladies sure know how to work a man into fever. My, my."
He could feel Mona's big black tits rubbing against his spine. She released his joint then Tilda knelt in front of him. Mona worked on his buttocks, from the back-she too kneeled-and Tilda approached from the front. Thus the man from Texas had a splendid Swedish whore sucking his joint with big young lips, and in his asshole, rubbing his butt cheeks with her palms and gouging his anus with her soft wet tongue, was a lovely black lady. He couldn't believe what his money could buy. "Hot fucking damn!" he groaned, his pants down around his boots. He looked down behind him and was delighted to see Mona's mouth muscle disappearing up his anal crotch. And when he turned back around, he was just as happy to discover Tilda rolling her tongue across his long erect pecker. "You know," he said, "I think I'll bring both you girls back to Texas. What do you think my wife would say about that?! Ha, ha, ha," he laughed. "Ho, ho."
He reached down and held onto Tilda's smooth, pink shoulders. Her flesh was soft as satin, smoother, and warm. It was just slightly moist, too, as though some sexual dampness always leaked from her pores. She was blushing crimson, just from having the fresh Texan hog stuffed into her mouth. Her hands were traveling up and down between Duke's legs. "Mmmm," she hummed as she licked his prick, "mmmmmmm."
"You knew," suggested Mona after she pulled her tongue out of Duke's asshole, "maybe you'd be more comfortable on the bed."
"Yeah," said Duke, "but I'd have to let go of this mouth on my joint. Ha, ha, ha." He trapsed over to the bed and sat down. He still had his boots and pants on. The Swedish girl tugged on one boot, and Mona pulled on the other. They both went tumbling backwards when the boots popped off, and their titties were bouncing and jiggling. "Ahhh, ha, ha," said Duke. "You girls are too fucking much." They picked themselves up and came back to take his trousers from around his feet. Tilda used her light, caressing fingers to rub Duke's thighs, and then she slid his cotton briefs off around his feet. "Yeah, now," said Duke McGee, "now we can get going, eh?"
Mona climbed up on the bed and pushed Duke down on his back. She kneeled over him and undid the buttons on his shirt. She worked her hands in around on his white chest. She leaned down close and pressed her lips together on his manly nipple. She tongued the cap of his titty and worked her hands down his smooth belly.
His legs hung out over the side of the bed. His feet touched the floor. Tilda ran her hands up between his thighs and stopped when she reached his hips. She hovered over his meat, her titties rubbing against the tops of his legs. Then she pounced on the wet cock, sucking it up again, going hog wild, just as she had before when Duke was standing up. His joint, especially the mushroom tip, slid up and down in her mouth. She used her tongue to give special attention to the head of his meat. She would stick it out like a lizard going after an insect and swab the hot spongy tissue. Back and forth she rolled her lovely pink mouth muscle across McGee's prick cap. "Whoa!" he cried, loving every minute of the dual attention, "this is the best yet!"
His hips wobbled and shook as the frenzied passion in his loins and chest grew. "This is gonna be a hot one, ladies. I can tell you that right fucking now." He smiled and laughed as the black whore licked his chest and the white one licked his cock. "Yesssirree," he cried. "Whopin' it up in the states just ain't the same." His joint was getting so stiff that the young hooker was even amazed. "Look," she intoned to Mona in her lovely lilting accent, "look at how big this man's joint is getting."
"Ha, ha, ha," laughed Mona, "it really is big and greasy, eh" She laughed again and then she started kissing Duke's face. She tongued his mouth a couple of times, and from there she went to his ears. She filled the lobes with hot wet tongue meat and slid down to his shoulders. Her lovely black hands never stopped moving on his chest and belly, always caressing, always sliding up and down on his white chest. "You know," she whispered, "you do have an awfully big cock, Duke."
"Gooood," said Duke. "I'm glad you like it, honey. All the better to jam up your black asshole with. Ha, ha, ha, ha." He rolled his hips to get another good feel from the Swedish hooker's long lips and tongue. His joint went popping up and down inside the girl's face. �Mmm," she hummed on it. "Yes, yes, yes. I love a man's big hard penis." She tongued the base to give special proof to her statement. "Mmmm," she bummed again. "Yummy."
"And I thought they only said that kind of thing in Texas: yummy. I'll be damned." He smiled and inched his way up onto the bed. "Got to get a bit more comfortable," he said, his joint slipping away from Tilda's smooth white hands. "Just got to get rearranged here, darlings," he told them. "Now," he said, laying back with his legs spread out, "why don't you two just go back to work, eh?"
The black whore crawled up to Duke's face and filled him full of her long pink tongue. He sucked on it while Tilda sucked on his hog. She was rubbing her titties into his thighs as she worked his joint in her mouth. He was getting the best of all possible feels from her, at least for the time being, and knew for sure that fucking her was going to be something special. He gave Mona his tongue to play with and she sucked it right right up. A minute or two later, Duke said. "O.k., o.k.," I think it's time to switch."
"Switch?" asked the Swedish girl. "What does this mean, 'switch'?"
"He means," interpreted Mona, "that you come up here and kiss him in the mouth, and I'll go down there and play with his thing."
"Not my thing, dear," corrected Duke in his best Texas drawl, "the thing. The penis. The one and only big hog that's paying you for this tremendous work you're doing."
"Yes," said Tilda with a sly wink to Mona. "I understand now. I will come up there and kiss his mouth, and you will come down here and kiss Mr. McGee's the penis."
"Close enough," said Duke. "Hop to."
The girls changed positions. The Swedish whore had a different shaped tongue. She had a long narrow wet mouth muscle. Not that Mona's tongue wasn't wet, but it was broad, wider, and maybe even better suited, just then, for licking his cock than for kissing his mouth. Anyhow, he enjoyed the difference, along with the treatment. The feel in his mouth of the young white girl's tongue was very nice. She kissed differently than an American woman would have, and she seemed to be more willing to give of herself, in every way imaginable. She took a slightly different position than Mona had, too. She climbed up around Duke's chest. She spread her pussy and her legs over his upper torso, and leaned down, like a midget jockey, and then she pressed her tongue into his face, between his lips, down into his throat. "Ahhh," grunted Duke at his next free breath. "Delicious!"
Mona worked busily at Duke's cock. She leaned into it with her wide tongue splayed out over the cap for openers. Then she slid down the side of the shaft and coiled her mouth organ around the base. In this position she traveled up and down his hog. Her sweet wet tongue caressed up and down his slippery phallus, always including, in every stroke, the base, the stem, the hot red tip. And then she went down again, sliding down the spongy cap, along the rim of the crown, down the thick stem, all the way back to the widest portion of the root. "Mmmm," hummed Duke into Tilda's face.
"What a feel your partner gives my dick. She's whopping good header, eh?!!"
"She's the best," whispered Tilda. "She taught Tilda everything she knows."
"Oh, yeah;" said Duke, "you'll have to tell me about that sometime" He reached around her smooth blonde back and grabbed her by the nape of the neck. He pulled her down so that her titties were around his chin and her face was against his. He French kissed her lovely open mouth, thinking to himself that it would be nice to be able to get himself a seventeen year old whore in Texas whenever he wanted, and for only a hundred bucks, too. He let her have all of his tongue, and when he was done kissing her like that, she gave him back her own tongue stuffed his mouth full of it. He could feel her wet beaver beginning to leak and rub on his belly. "You getting hot?" he asked her in a whisper.
"I'm sorry," she said. "If you're not ready ..."
"Don't be sorry," said Duke. "The more you leak now, the better it's gonna be later, eh?" He reached a hand around to between her smooth legs. She was still sitting on his chest. He took a long rub of her smooth thighs and she sat up straight in order to give him a good long feel and plenty of access to her body. He used both hands to stroke the legs that framed his chest. They were long slick thighs and between them was the heavenly Swedish mound. He reached a finger into the slippery hole and filled it up with screw action. "Yeah," she moaned, taking his free hand, "you should do two things at once, however." She placed Duke's free hand on her tit. "There you have something nice to hold onto while you screw my cunt with your finger." She leaned her head back and let Duke rip away at her body.
"Ahhh," he sighed, "this is the life." He had a Swedish whore, young, blonde, nubile and beautiful, sitting on his chest, and an African beauty between his legs who sucked on his cock. What could be nicer? "Whoopee!" he shouted. "Ride me, ladies. Ride me to ecstasy."
"Ahhhh ... oooohhhh," gasped Tilda. "Now this is getting very nice for me, too." She reached down between her lovely blonde thighs where Duke massaged her cunt. She directed his finger at a slightly different angle in order that she might get the best possible action for her clitoris. There was no sense, she figured, in having her cunt lips open, his finger in her pussy, if he was not going to get her juicing properly. And sure enough, the new digit fuck-angle worked out well for them both. She began to ooze like a fountain, and Duke got himself a good long tug on her hot thick clitoris. "Nice," he said. "You just keep making all the suggestions you want, my young foreign friend, and ol' Duke'll try 'em all. Hee, hee, hee. Whoa, I can't wait until my buddy Arnie the grasshopper gets in town. He'll fuck you girls like a toad in heat. Ha, ha, ha."
He pulled up his hips, slid his joint away from Mona's lovely grip, and pushed Tilda down off of his body. "Now, now," he said, "it's time to get serious. I think we got to arrange ourselves so that we get into some sort of fucking. Let's see how we want to do this." He was trying to think. The two girls sat on either side of him with their legs underneath them. They watched and looked down at their thighs every now and then while waiting for Duke to make up his mind. He looked from one to the other of them, inspected their lovely titties, their tine juicing pussies, and found it hard to concentrate. "I just don't know," he said, scratching his head. "I just don't know how we want to do this. We got so much lovely flesh here," he explained, stroking one black thigh and one white one, "that it's probably one of the mo' difficult decisions an oil man ever had to make."
The girls waited patiently. They stroked his legs, or lightly rubbed his cock while he considered the various possibilities. What ran through Duke's mind was something like this: Mona could sit on his face and he could eat out her sweet black asshole. Or he could kiss her pussy into orgasm. Similarly, he could have the Swedish baby doll wrap her soft loins around his face and he could tongue her into ecstasy. Also, he wouldn't mind getting a good little feel of her bunghole on his prick. Maybe, he thought, he could have the teenage dish sit on his flesh prong and rub him that way, with her butt. It would be hard to get her one, but once that was taken care of it might be a good feel. Of course he would have to decide which way she was going to sit on it, whether she'd be facing him, or looking at his feet while she rubbed her bunghole around his cock. Then of course he could just go dipping his prick in one cunt and then in the other. That would have some appeal, because he'd be going from one sweet black pussy into one sweet white cunt, and back again. Of course, then he'd be doing all the work of getting up and laying down, and that just didn't make sense. Not when he'd paid two bills for them to be work-
"What did you decide?" asked Mona, growing slightly impatient. "Do you think I should fuck you first? or Tilda?"
"I'm still figurin' it out," said Duke. "Gimme another minute." He looked at Mona's hot breasts. They were dangling down as she leaned over his belly kissing him every now and then. And he looked at Tilda's milk-white boobies. She was pressing her mouth, just for fun, to his thigh. Her titties were round and globular rather than long and pendulum. "Mmm," he sighed, "this is a hard decision."
Finally, Duke smiled and said, "Well, maybe we'll just play it by ear and see what happens, but I'd kind of like to start with my cock ramming up little miss Sweden. How's that sound to you, Tilda?"
The Swedish hooker smiled. "That's very fine with me," she sighed. "Very fine."
"Good," said Duke. "What about you, Mona? You be happy that way? You'll figure out someway to join in?"
"Sure," agreed Mona. "Of course."
"Alright," said Duke. "It's all set then." He got up and told Mona to move over a bit. Tilda spread out in front of him. She opened her legs and said, "Come in, Duke. Bring me that big the penis to my pussy." Her English wasn't always totally correct, but her cunt, from Duke's perspective, was perfect. The only problem, however, was that he didn't want to start with her pussy, he wanted to start with her asshole. "Other side," he said flipping his hand over. "Up the asshole."
"Oh," said Tilda, "I didn't understand at first. Yes, yes, other side for the penis." She rolled over and her long smooth body spread out again. Duke looked down at the smooth full ass cheeks on the lovely Swedish butt. "You know," he said, caressing one of them at a time with his open palm, "I think I made the right decision." He patted her butt and prepared to mount the young blonde whore's asshole. "Yes, indeed," he said, taking her by the hips, "the absolutely right decision."
Chapter Four
Tilda's butt was a perfect orb. It deserved the best consideration. Duke regarded this flesh gem with awe. He couldn't' get over its even and perfect contour. Every inch of the round cheeks was splendidly sculpted. The round edges were soft and easy to slide on. He used his joint for exactly that purpose.
Mona looked on with admiration for Duke's technique. She admired even more his long wet phallus. Even though she was a whore, and in her occupation had seen a great many pricks at work, she suspected that Duke's was special, unique. She separated the fact that he was a bigoted Texan from the lust she felt for his great hog. "Come on," she moaned, "hurry up and get that thing inside Tilda's asshole. You want to make the best of me, too, don't you?"
"Of course, darlin'," said Duke McGee, "but you got to give me a minute here, at least." He rubbed his cock along the soft round humps beneath his genitals. The underside of his dick slipped neatly down for a soft rub on the curvy buttock crack. "Yessirree, I'm gonna need a minute or two here in order to get the best out of your friend's lovely real equipment."
"Ahhhh, I wonder," said Tilda, looking up over her shoulder at the huge cock machine that pressed down against her ass crack, "if you won't use some polish of some sort?"
"Polish? Polish? What the hell's she talking about? I don't need no fucking Polack to help me do this kind of thing!" Duke didn't quite understand the young Swedish girl's sometimes confusing English.
"What she means," explained Mona, reaching for her bag, "is that you might want some nice grease on your cock before you go sticking it up her anus. Just to make it real slippery and easy?"
"Ah, shit," said Duke, "why didn't she say so." He turned to the lovely blonde hooker. "Baby, you're absolutely right. We're gonna polish my pecker before I jam it up your butt. Sure enough!"
And, sure enough, Mona had a tube of Swedish sauce just for that purpose. "Here," she said, arranging herself alongside Duke and Tilda, "lemee jes get this stuff pasted onto your dickie, Dukee, and you'll be ready to fire away." She reached into where he sat on the backs of Tilda's legs and greased his rod. She spread the juice around his phallus with her long black fingers, and then she put another dab into Tilda's asshole.
"Ooooh, nice," giggled Tilda. "This will be very nice."
"She likes it, eh?" said Duke. "Lemee rip!" He picked up his hog and stuffed it into the hot open tube. It only took him a minute to spear his crotch muscle into the hairless opening. "Mmmm," he roared, "yessiree, this is the kind of fucking that gets me started! Wow!" He plunged his meat all the way into the young whore's bowels.
"Uuuumph," she grunted, feeling the incredible grind of the Texan's massive rod. "Uuuh."
"What's that mean?" he asked desperately before not giving a shit at all. But by the time Mona started to explain that he was too deep too fast, Duke was jamming up and down in the narrow tube, tearing apart the young whore's butt muscles. She accommodated him as best she could, trying to catch up with his obvious fury. "Mmmm," she moaned, half-with him a moment later, "it's getting to be alright."
"Good," said Mona, watching quietly. "Good?"
"Yer tellin' me," said Duke, looking up from next to Tilda's face, "it's good alright. It's great!" He rolled his muscle in the firm track of her ass He was loving every minute of it. Tilda's long asshole tube squeezed and milked his greased pecker. She pulled him in deep by swaying her hips back and forth under his groin. His dick descended even further than he thought he could go. "Wow!" he cried out. "Good!"
Then he yanked his prick out of the asshole channel. "Now," he said, "we're ready to get going with some real fucking. Lay over, baby. I'm gonna sock it to you."
The Swedish whore rolled over but protested the use of the shit contaminated prick in her twat. "No," she said. "You wash first. No good that way."
"Ah fuck," said Duke, "That ain't no good. I'm hot and ready for it right now. I wanna fuck your cunt the way I am." He started to grab her. "No," she protested violently. "Keep your hands off me if you think I want that dirty meat in my, cunt."
"Why don't you take a minute," said Mona. "Just wash it off."
"Ah, sheet," said Duke. "Fucking-a." He swore a bit, but Mona found a wash cloth in the hotel bathroom and fetched it, water and soap. She washed down Duke's cock and then stepped back. "See? That wasn't so bad now, was it." She leaned over and kissed the head of his meat. "Bright and shiny and ready to go. Go on now, she's waiting."
He looked over at Tilda who smiled lecherously. "I'm waiting," she said, spreading her long legs and revealing her handsome beaver. "Yes, I wait with my open twat for you to fuck me so good."
"Alreeeet!" exclaimed the Texan. "Here you go, baby doll." He jumped down between the Swedish girl's legs. She was as soft and succulent as she was long and blonde. And limber, too. She lifted her legs up so that he could punch her pussy as deep as he wanted to. His rod went flinging her twat tube this way and that. She squeezed and bore down with muscles that Duke thought only his hand possessed. She worked him with satin flesh that was so slippery that he only knew he was in her because she was milking him with it. Her hot juice boiled his meat to a crisp new high. The slippery ooze spilled out around his flying joint and made every move in and out of her cave a delight. "Mmmm," she hummed in his ear, "you fuck me like a Swedish man."
"Is that good?" asked Duke McGee.
"That's-the best," said Mona. "No one fucks better than the Swedes, that's why it's so good to be a whore here. And you are just like them."
"Oh, nice," said Duke, rubbing his phallus between the hairy wet pussy lips of the Swedish whore. "Let me tell you that you fuck me the way I expected in my best dreams to be fucked by a Scandinavian lady. If you know what I mean." He plunged back into the ecstasy producing twat hole, rolled his prick from side to side, so as to be sure to get the best rub possible from her interior flesh, and bounced in for a good long squeeze. "Yup," he grunted. really good."
She heaved her mound up along his thick shaft and gripped him at the thick base. "I love your meat," she moaned. "Fuck me harder with it. Fuck really hard."
Duke pounded. He hammered. He wailed. He pushed and pulled and built his rhythm into such an incredible pace that Mona couldn't believe her eyes. And Tilda couldn't believe how hot she was. The Texan was bouncing on her body, screwing her up and down, tacking her time and again to the mattress. The cheap hotel bed squeaked in some strange rhythm. It was a first class, top drawer, A-1, Texas springbender. "Uuuuhhh," grunted Duke, nearing orgasm. "I ... ooahhhh ... ahhhh."
His meat twitched. "He's going to juice," hollered Tilda. "He juices now!"
Mona took the cue. She jumped onto his butt and rubbed her pussy against the Texan's fanny. She reached down between her own legs and his buttocks and popped a finger into his bunghole. "Uuuuuhhhh," cried Duke, "what the fuck!?!?!!" But he had to admit, the digit in his bunghole was giving him some final thrill as his organ squirted away in the blonde worn an underneath him. "Yeah," he said; "that ain't all bad." Then, he pulled his spent flesh prong out from the juicy hole and squeezed out from between the two lovely hookers. "Nope," he said, "that wasn't bad at all."
He lay on his back wondering how long it would take him to get it up again. If he just lay there waiting ... but then he didn't have to do that. Because Mona, her own passions seething pressed her hand into his crotch. Long black fingers wrapped around his dick, slid up and down the greased pole. "Yup," he said, "I ain't gonna have to wait much longer now."
Eight or ten strokes later his pecker steamed. "Mmmm," hummed Mona, catching the rod with a good long tug, "this thing is gonna be ready in a minute, Tilda. You want some more?"
"Hey, who's running this show?" asked the Texan. "What makes you so sure I want to fuck her again, anyhow." He reached out and pulled the black hooker up to his face. He pressed his tongue into her face. She lay spread out on top of him, her supple flesh caressing his body. Her titties pressed into his chest, her crotch wrapped around one of his legs. Her own smooth loins squeezed on his thigh. Juice spread out around his muscular legs. "Gimmee some of that sauce," he said, breaking from the languorous kiss. "I want that juice."
Tilda passed the still open tube while Mona licked his titties, Duke McGee squeezed the sauce over her anus. It dripped down into her asshole. "O.k.," he said, tossing the tube away, "let's start again." He reached around with his finger in the ass crack and then pressed his mouth against Mona's open lips. He French kissed her and slid his digit down her anus. "Move it," he moaned. "Move it right."
She rolled her pussy up along his stiff pecker. She rubbed the open lips of her hot cunt out around the thick flesh-prong, and she made sure to scoop it into her pelvis at just the right moment. Then, slowly, casually, her lips released his tongue. She started to sit up. Duke followed her up with his fingers spread around her titties. He squeezed and kneaded the flesh as she sat down on his hog. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, accepting into her body the massive flesh nail, "ahhhhhhh."
"Good," said Duke, seeing her finally upright and swaying from side to side on his joint. "You just sit on it like that and move any old way you want. Got it?"
"Yeah, do I ever," gasped Mona as hot blood rushed to her shoulders and face.
"O.k.," said Duke. "Now you. Yeah, you, Tilda, you come over here and squat down on my face. I'm a hungerin' for somepin to eat." Tilda looked perplexed at the lingo, but she understood the content. She came over and stood up on the bed. She climbed around Duke's head, and she spread her feet on either side of his face. She was looking at Mona who sat on his cock. "Come on," said Duke, "sit down. Give it to me." He had to let go of Mona's black titties in order to reach up for a feel of the inside of Tilda's creamy white loins. And when he had it, he pulled her down so that she crouched, her lovely beaver only inches from the Texan's mouth. "Now," he said, "I can get my tongue up there-hey," he said suddenly, "you didn't wash. Get that jism filled pussy out of my face. You stupid no good-"
"She didn't know," said Mona. "Go on and wash, Tilda." Tilda stood up off the bed. "She thought maybe you were a 'baby-eater'."
"A what?" asked Duke.
"You know, a man who liked to eat jism out of a woman's twat."
"That I ain't," said the Texan. "No way, no how." But he wondered if it might be a thrill. "You get many calls for that?"
"Every now and then," said Mona, rubbing her butt around to keep the Texan high. "Just sometimes."
"Yeah," said Duke.
Her cunt cleaned and freshly lubed with some mildly sweet lacquer, Tilda returned and sat back down over Duke's face. Again she faced Mona who had Duke's cock up her pussy. They sat opposite one another one of them on his face, one of them riding his joint. "Now," he said, staring up into the soft hole, "I'm gonna get me some Swedish pie." He stuck his tongue up into the hot juicy cunt. He rolled it around between the lips of Tilda's lovely pussy. He couldn't get enough of it. For one thing he wanted some for Tuesday's-that was his wife's night out. And he wanted some for his kid who was a homosexual without even knowing it. And he wanted some of that hot pussy in order to make sure that on Saturday's when he and the guys went out drinking and "never ended up with nothin' but dog shit", that they'd have something to think about. And he wanted some of that luscious dripping cunt just for the hell of it. So he licked his heart out, right on into the hot hole. And Tilda understood every stroke of it, every beat.
But that wasn't what just then was the most important thing to Tilda. She was eyeballing Mona's hot titties. Duke couldn't see because he was blinded by the lovely Swedish ass and the cunt he was licking. But Tilda was nearly right next to Mona, as the black whore continued to ride the Texan's cock. So Tilda leaned forward, gave way to the irresistible, and took herself a good squeeze from her friend's mammaries. Mona winked at Tilda, and lifted one hand off Duke's chest. She took the Swedish whore's fingers and put them up to one of her black titties' nipples. "Mmmm," she hummed softly. "Do me right."
The young blonde whore reached another hand forward, using Mona for balance as well as pleasure, and rubbed both of Mona's breasts. Then Mona did the same. Soon they were both bouncing, rubbing each other's titties, as they sat comfortable getting their cunts reamed from Duke's tongue and cock. "Yummy," he was saying to himself. "You two are delicious. And I like that bouncing, too."
It was then that Duke snuck an inadvertent look at the action going on above him. "Well. I'll be damned," he said softly. "No wonder they're so fucking happy and bouncy." What he saw was the African woman kissing with the Swedish woman. He was looking out from under Tilda's pussy and up between four big titties, two white, two black, and saw the lovely whores Frenching each other. "Holy shit," he said. And with that he went back to licking out Tilda's cunt.
Soon his passions became so heavy and hot that he couldn't keep from jacking up into Mona's pussy. He pressed his cock all the way up into her pelvis and let go of his hot wad of jism. The come was streaking around inside the girl's pussy, leaking down his rod. "Mmm," he said, enjoying every stroke and squirt. "I love it."
Soon he'd spent that second orgasmic high and his rod was ready for temporary retreat. He eased out of Mona's cunt, even though she was still bobbing up and down on him. And he had to get his face out from under Tilda's bottom, too. Which he did successfully.
And when Duke McGee looked up, free and clear of the two hookers, he understood why there wasn't a single comment about the change in position: the black and white whores had merely continued to kiss and rub against each other. They rolled into a fuck position, Tilda on the bottom, and Mona reached down between the blonde woman's smooth thighs. She was rubbing her finger into Tilda's pussy. And Tilda reached around and grabbed the slick black cheeks of her friend's butt. She rubbed her finger into the available portal, and dug in deep. "Ohhhh, God," grunted Mona. "That's nice, darling." She kissed Tilda on the lips, filled her full of tongue meat, as she rubbed her titties against the blonde's chest. "I love it," moaned the one underneath, "I love it."
Duke watched the two whores going at it. They'd completely forgotten about him. But it didn't much matter. He was fairly satisfied, for the time being, and there wasn't much way to keep them from doing it'. And besides, it was good entertainment while he recuperated strength for perhaps a third fuck. So he leaned back against the head board of the king-sized bed and watched the Swedish whore and the black beauty go to it.
"Uuuuh," grunted Tilda, still on the bottom, with her cunt being fingered by Mona, "that's so nice." She rolled her hips up against the black legs around her bottom. "I love a good suck and fuck."
"Yeah," said Mona. "This is the life." She went licking her wet pink tongue along Tilda's big titties. She sucked one of the huge mammaries into her face and worked on the other one with the side of her face. She worked her tongue around the hot nipple and made sure to leave no portion of the lovely, milk-white boob, unmolested. "Mmm," she sucked away. "Good, good, good."
Tilda continued to ply the black girl's asshole with her long finger. She forced her digit down, deep, and she made sure to get a long hard feel and tug in the perfect anus tube. Her pussy was juicing, from the heat in her twat, from the fingering by Mona. And Mona was leaking a bit, too, from the fuck in the cunt, from the rub on her titties, from the luscious feel of a finger stroking her asshole. She was going to come, probably before Tilda. "You know," she moaned into Tilda's ear, "if you were a rich Texan, I'd go away with you."
"Ahhh," sighed the Swedish woman. She might have been young, but she knew a good rubbing when her twat got it. And that's exactly what Mona was happy to supply her with. She was rubbing and tugging inside the hot r Swedish girl's lovely bush. And she was making sure, too, that the finger-fuck was going to bring Tilda the pleasure she wanted. She stroked the clitoris, and she worked around between the flaps. She went inside the hot tube, rubbed the slippery interior, and finally she went around, with her other hand, to cup the young girl's ass. She stroked the soft white cheeks with all the passion she could possibly supply. Then she concentrated entirely on the blonde's cunt by rearranging herself. She spread herself out with her face in Tilda's pussy. She had her own twat up in Tilda's face.
"Yeah," moaned Duke. "Go to it, ladies. Help yourselves." He considered, because he'd paid for them, that their love session was really his. So he enjoyed their fucking on his own right. "Mmm," he said, "that's the way to make yourselves happy, alreeet! Do it!"
In fact, Mona was already juicing. She was coming off in Tilda's face. The ooze was dripping down the Swedish girl's face like rainwater. "Uuuuh," she grunted, her hips gyrating, her legs shivering. "Ahhh, yes." She ate voraciously at the younger woman's cunt. She sucked it out and nibbled on whatever was there. She ate the clit, the lips, the ooze, the grease-all of it. She was wild for sex.
And Tilda was no slouch, either. She was busily stuffing herself with a long hot feel from Mona's pussy. She had her tongue in the orgasmic cunt, and she used it like there was no tomorrow. Also, she rolled her fingers across the black woman's butt, just to make sure that neither one of them missed out on getting a nice feel. "Uuuuuhhh," grunted Tilda, happy with everything that was happening to her body. "I love it."
"Yeah," hooted Duke. "Go to it, honies. Knock yourselves out." His joint was recovering strength. In another few minutes he'd be ready to plow himself another pussy. He could drill for oil, as was his trade, in those two cunts, for the rest of his life, and never give a damn if he ever struck oil. "Yiowzer!" he whooped. "Gonna get hot, eh?"
Mona had finished herself off, and Tilda was getting special attention. The black harlot had turned around and placed her long tongue up the Swedish whore's pussy. She was kneeling between the young girl's legs and jamming the slot there with all of her mouth muscle. "Hot damn," said Mona, "she's gonna spray?"
"Yes," said Tilda. "I'm going to spray." She rolled her long smooth legs open and up as far as they could go. She was braced on her spine with her feet straight up and with Mona's hot tongue licking her into the final ecstasy. "Here I go," she said. She paused, concentrated just for an instant, and shouted in her Swedish accent: "I juice. I juice. I juice."
Mona kept up a steady licking on the girl's cunt-prick. She swabbed the clitoris back and forth all the way through Tilda's screaming ecstatic and frenzied climax. The young girl completely forgot herself and let loose with a long chain of Swedish swear words all of which it would be senseless to repeat here.
"I'll be damned," said Duke. "How come she didn't make that kind of racket when I was fucking her?!"
"She didn't know," said Mona, "that you would like that. I've fucked with Tilda before and she knows that I enjoy to hear her impassioned wail."
"Oh, yeah," said Duke. "I get it. You two are some sort of lovers, eh?"
"You might say that," said Mona. And she returned to sucking off Tilda's blonde bush. She lapped away inside the flesh cave, spent most of her efforts, naturally, on the bobbing clit muscle. It was erect and easy to suck and lick.
"Well, well, well," said Duke, when the two women were done, "you girls have fun?"
"Oh, yes," said Tilda, her blonde titties cherry red with a fresh crimson blush. "Very much fun."
"What about you, Mona. You all fucked out?"
"No," said the whore with a kind of professional grace. She shook her head. "Certainly not. Never. And it was very much fun."
"Well, good," said Duke. He reached out his hand and tweaked the black titty closest to him. "Good. Because I got one more fuck in me 'fore the night's over. And I aim to spend it with my dick up your pussy. What do you say to that?"
"It sounds good to me," said Mona. "Delicious even."
"I will help," said Tilda. "I'll play with your fanny, rubbing you while you screw Mona. Will that please you?"
"Yes," said Duke. "That will please me." And with that he went right to work again on the luscious supple flesh for which it now appeared he had paid a very good price.
Chapter Five
"I'll tell you something, Arnie," said Duke. "You're in for a big surprise." Arnie Bellson had arrived from Texas that morning. He was a drinking buddy, one of Duke's best. They'd whored their way through Dallas nearly every Saturday night for five years after they graduated high school and before they married. And now, as planned, they'd met up in Stockholm for a repeat performance of "dem good ol' days."
"Yeah, man," said Arnie, "show me to 'em." He rubbed his hands. They both wore their Texas whites as they made their way through the Swedish crowds, passed movie houses advertising strange, lusty adventures, passed book stores with every sort of erotica imaginable, and on their way to the hotel where Mona and Tilda awaited their company.
"Last night," said Duke, "I had myself some ass with these broads, Arnie, that you wouldn't fuckin' believe."
"Alreeet!" said Arnie. He followed Duke up the hotel stairs. In the lobby they found the girls waiting. Arnie whispered to Duke: "You didn't tell me one of them was a nigger, Duke."
"Better than the other one," whispered Duke. "Hello, my darlins," said Duke in full voice as he put his hands out to greet his most recent and favorite hookers. "Hello, hello, hello." He wrapped arms around the girls' shoulders, and, standing between them (and cupping Tilda's right tit) he said: "You remember I told you about the "Grasshopper"?"
The girls locked at each other with perplexed expressions.
"Well," continued Duke, "never mind, because here he is. Girls I want you to meet a real Texan, none finer, my buddy Arnie Bellson." The girls smiled appropriately, knowing full well that their bread was to be buttered, as it were, by four palms instead of two, that is, Arnie and Duke would both be paying. Duke led the way upstairs while Arnie and the girls got acquainted.
And of course, Arnie's way of getting to know a couple of bought babies was to feel up their smooth butts, give them a couple of easy squeezes, and smile as they giggled about how fresh he was. He slapped them on the rumps, one each, as they scurried up ahead of him, through the hotel room door. Duke threw the latch and said: "Yeah!"
They paid the girls up front and Arnie started right out on lovely Tilda. "I hear you like to sit on a man's face and get reamed, honey," he said to the lovely Swedish girl. "Is that right?"
"Yes, " she said. "Definitely."
"Me, too," said Arnie. "So go lay down." He watched the lovely set of tits and the smooth ass, and Tilda's long, lithe body spread out on the hotel bed. "Yeah," he said, rubbing his hands, "now let me get some of that." He jumped up on the bed-nude within five seconds after entering the room-and crouched over her face. She was quick with her tongue, licked his buttocks before he even made himself at home. "Wow," he said, "Duke, you were right. She's hot."
He leaned down and pressed his palms around Tilda's gorgeous breasts. "Oh, sweetheart," he drawled, "this is gonna be sompin'." He tweaked the nipples and sat on his haunches with her tongue up his asshole. "You think you might get my nuts, too, darlin' one?"
She slid down slightly so that she could lick his balls. She spread her tongue out wide and managed a good long swab that sent chills up the Texan's butt. "Nice," he said. "Nice." His joint firmed, extended, grew larger, and he looked down at the girl's trim belly. "There you go," he said, "real nice." He leaned forward and supplied her with his asshole again. "Give me a little more of that cleansing action, eh?"
He felt her long tongue descend his anal track. She worked efficiently to give the newcomer just as nice a rubbing as she'd given Duke McGee. "Yup," he said, "you sure was right, ol' buddy." He smiled at Duke.
Duke, however, was sitting in a chair not paying much attention to what his friend was up to. Mostly he was paying attention to what Mona was doing with his long hog. "Yeah," he grunted, "do it, honey. Do it up right." She was kneeling, nude, between his naked thighs with his cock in her face. She licked the hot pecker, rubbed it back and forth with her tongue, and she plyed it, bent it around and around, but softly, with her long bony black fingers.
"Mmmm," he said, watching her go with it, "take me home to heaven, deare. I'm all yours!"
She worked her face up and down the stiff prick head. It was spongy and filled up for action. He was ready to shoot off, at a moment's notice, but decided to wait until his joint was super hot. He lay back and enjoyed one of the best sucks the whore had yet given. She worked her tongue along the thick stem as if she'd been starved for it for years. She hummed, and she rubbed. She licked. And she sucked. She was every place imaginable with that tongue of hers. There was just no stopping her!
"Wow!" cried Duke. "Look at this tar baby go!" He wailed to her to keep on sucking him off. "Don't you stop just because I'm enjoying myself, you hear?" He held her by the head and rubbed her face down at his prick. She rolled her tongue on it, just to be sure there was plenty of lubrication. And before long, Duke's hot hog was so covered with saliva that he looked like he'd just stepped out of a shower of the stuff. There was juice everywhere.
Mona reached her hands up under his butt. She slipped her fingers close to his ass crack. "Go easy on that shit," said Duke. "I'm not sure I'm completely recovered from yesterday, eh?" The black whore continued to gently work the 'Texan's ass. She had his dick in her face and his butt in the palms of her hands. "Mmmm," she hummed, "nothing like a little suck action to get the screw going."
"Yeah," said Duke. "Go to it honey." He rolled her face along the head of his meat. When he let her go on her own, she slapped her lips around the expanded, balloon prick head. "Uuuuuhhh, good," moaned Duke. "Terrific!"
Over on the bed Arnie had changed positions. Instead of sitting on Tilda's sweet pink face, he was now between her legs eating out her cunt. She was as fresh and wet as a daisy in morning dew. He sucked the hot clitoris that was readily available for his oral delight and he licked the insides of her hot twat opening. "Baby," he said between tongue strokes, "you got what I always dreamed was a good, Swedish cunt."
"You wait till you get this one here on your hog," said Duke. "You think that blonde is Swedish, you wait till you try this nigger out."
"She that good?" asked Arnie, wondering if he was getting his money's worth.
"She ain't that bad," said Duke. Mona was still sucking him off.
"Maybe we should trade off or somepin?" said Arnie.
"Sure," said Duke McGee. "Anytime you're ready."
"In a minute," said Arnie. "I ain't quite finished with this here eat out yet." He looked down at the young blonde girl's pussy. "But almost," he said, noting the fresh ooze leaking from between her hot vaginal lips.
"You take your time," said Duke. "I'm getting me some of the finest blow job Texas is gonna ever hear about. Yessiree!"
With that, Arnie drove back to the pussy in front of him. He searched for and found the luscious sex knob. He turned it back and forth with his long wet tongue. He rubbed his meaty mouth muscle in the girl's pussy, and knocked her out with the passion of his oral delight. "Mmm," she hummed down to him, taking his head in her hands, "you got what it fucking takes, there."
"A tongue, eh?" said Arnie.
The Swedish girl was wildly passionate. She folded her legs and put them up over Arnie's back. She let her feet rest on his back while her joins pressed softly against his face. Then she squeezed, whenever the urge hit her, on his cheeks. She loved the feel of his tongue eating her into ecstasy, and she screamed just that: only in Swedish. But the meaning of the German sounding words was still the same, and obvious.
"Yeah," grunted Duke, "when she yells at you in that there foreign tongue, it means you're doing good by her."
"Oh, yeah?" mumbled Arnie into the Swedish girl's quim. "Well, I sure am happy about that," He continued to stuff her full of his mouth muscle. Soon he worked his hands down her lovely blonde thighs, along her hips, and, blinded by the beaver in his face, in his mouth, he searched for her smooth buttocks. Finding them, he rolled the soft moon flesh in his fingers. He rubbed it, kneaded it, and finally used the space between it. He dug a finger into her butt. "Just to go with that ream you gave me, baby doll. Nothing personal, you understand."
But she squirmed up off the finger and cussed at him, again in Swedish. "Take it easy," said Arnie. "You been paid and all, it ain't like I took something that's not mine." He rolled his eyes and settled her down with a quick massage of her long smooth legs. He rubbed his palms down along her loins and spread out her twat. "Yeah," he told her, as her pussy lips opened for him, "that's a little more like it."
She spread her legs again and this time she kept her butt glued to the bed. For some reason she didn't want the second Texan farting around in her asshole. But it wasn't clear why. A little later, when Arnie had finished, eating her out, he told her to roll over. She said that she wouldn't.
"You got trouble over there?" asked Duke.
"I don't know," said Arnie. "I can't figure it out. She don't want me to send it up her butt. You sure this is the same girl you were telling me about this a.m.?"
"Sure I'm sure," said Duke. "What do you think? I can't tell one Swedish face from another?" Duke turned to Mona. "What's the matter with her?"
Mona leaned up and whispered in Duke's ear.
"I did what?" asked Duke when he heard what she was saying.
She leaned up again.
"Oh, I see," he said. Then he looked over at Arnie. "Grasshopper, ol' buddy, it seems we got a problem here, and it seems it's my doin' from yesterday. But Mona says that Tilda there's got a sore butt on account of the severe treatment I dished out for her last night. I didn't know I done that to her, but, well, Mona also says that maybe tomorrow she'll be o.k., but in the meantime, if you'd be interested, she'll be glad to give you her butt to screw. Sorry ol' buddy."
"Ah, sheet," said Arnie, lookin' down at the blonde girl, "that don't matter. All she had to do was say so. I don't care. I'll get her asshole tomorrow."
"See?" said Duke. "Ain't we easy to deal with?" He smiled at Mona and she grinned back. Then she landed her mouth around his dick again.
Arnie started up with Tilda, too. Instead of entering her butt, he went rubbing his phallus along her body He stroked her titties with his long Texas hog, and he rubbed her belly with it, too. Then he slid down along her neat trim thighs, and gave her a good feel of his poker there. His branding iron was about as hot as it had ever been, and he was ready to stamp her with it. "Spread 'em," he said. "Get 'em open. It's ridin' time."
The luscious Swede opened her legs. She spread her long blonde loins, and before Arnie went plowing her furrough, he took himself a good steady feel of her soft loin flesh. "Yum, yum, yum," he whispered. "This is gonna be fun, fun, fun." Then he lay down and jammed his pecker half-way into the pussy. "Ahhh," he sighed. "I'm takin' this one home with me."
"Yeah," said Duke, from his corner of the room, "I know what you mean."
Arnie popped his meat the rest of the way down the long flesh corridor. Tight juicy muscles clamped down on his shaft. They massaged and tugged on the head and thick stem. They rolled him, tossed him around, bent his meat this way and that. Some of the action, of course, was from the girl's legs and hips, but it all felt like it was just her cunt. It was as if her pussy were tremendously alive, vigorous, as though the vagina had a brain and life of its own. "Honey," he wailed, "you are terrific!" He slid in and out of her lovely blonde cunt, nailing her time and again to the mattress. Soon he'd drilled her so well that she started oozing all over his cock. "I love it," he told her. "You're good."
"Yeah," she said, "you too." She reached her hands up around his neck and pulled him down close to her face. She rubbed her titties up against his chest and pushed her mouth against his. She French kissed him and made sure that he got an extra long helping of her Swedish tongue. It was one long hot fuck in her mouth, with her mouth, and he enjoyed every inch of her wet mouth muscle. He pressed back hard, with his own tongue, and made sure that she was equally pleased. And, of course, he kept rotating his hips and rolling his pecker deep in her cunt. "Mmmm," she hummed, "you are a big man, Arnie. Very big."
"Whooper, we say in Texas," said Arnie. "They call me the Grasswhopper, really. ol' Duke got the name wrong."
"Oh, yes," she moaned, imitating his American accent in Swedish: "Whoppar."
"Love it," said Arnie. He slapped his pecker in and out of the young whore's hot cunt. There was juice everywhere; and that, more than anything, turned Arnie on. He slid and jammed and poked around in the fresh pussy meat. "Mmmm," he hummed to her face, "you got what it takes, sweetheart. You're all flesh and sex, and x-rated, and all those wonderful things a woman ought to be." She smiled at him and rubbed her big blonde titties from side to side against his chest. "Wow!" he cried. "Those nipples are the best I seen in some time." He leaned toward them, his pecker floating in ooze, and sucked himself a full helping of breast meat.
"Look at him go," said Duke. "Ain't he one of the best you ever seen?" Mona swiveled her mouth on Duke's mushroom cap and espied Arnie's "Grasswhopper" ass bobbing up and down. It was jackhammer powerful, and it kept swinging down, sending Arnie's meat at an easy thirty strokes a minute into the Swedish whore's pussy. "Uunuuuhhhh," she grunted loudly. "Ahhhh." With every new thrust she gasped or screamed. Her passion, too, was mounting.
"Yeah, oh yeah," said Arnie in her ear. "Just keep those hips of yours poppin' and we'll have ourselves a first rate orgasm any minute now."
"Yes, oh, yes," groaned the whore. "You better believe it." She was as hot and bothered as Arnie. She suddenly began swearing and cussing in' Swedish. "Sheet," said Arnie, popping his rod way to the back of her canyon, "I sure do wish I knew what she was saying." Then he let go of his jism. He squirted up the hole, filled it with hot come. She squirmed on his joint, rolled her hips and bellowed with her lungs. "Uuuuuhhh, ahhhhhh, ooooohhhh," she gasped, happy to have the fresh feel of hot pudding flooding her out entirely. "What a fuck," grunted Arnie. "Terrific!"
He rolled off of her, pulled his pecker out of her, rubbed her titties a couple of times, and then he panted on his back: "Duke, I got to hand it to you. When you go whorin' you go first class."
"Sure, buddy," said Duke. "What'd you think?" Duke smiled and told Mona to hop off his joint. She pulled her face out of his crotch and he got up without waiting for her to move. He stepped over her and sat next to Tilda. He rubbed her thigh and patted her belly. "You like this one?" he asked Arnie. "You ought to go drill her." He thumbed over his shoulder at Mona. "She's got something special in there. I don't know what it is-maybe it's thirty weight or something-but it's God damn good."
"In a minute," said Arnie. "I got to catch my breath, get myself together." His pecker was hard but not ready for more action just yet. "I think I'll just watch you for a while, eh?"
"Sure," said Duke. "Any way you want it." He pushed Tilda over. "You get your ass over there, baby. I got some fucking to do with Mona now. Know what I mean?" Tilda slid over on the bed. "In fact, you two go on over there and give me and my Swedish slave some room here, eh?" Arnie picked up Tilda and rested her on her feet off the bed. "Out of your way, sir," said Arnie.
Duke called to Mona, "Come on baby," and he spread himself out to let her have plenty of room to work on him. "Here you go," he said as she slithered over to the bed. "Just the cock you been missing for thirty seconds." She piled down on his meat. Her mouth was everywhere at once. As soon as she had him hard and ready, she tongued his belly and worked her way up his chest. She stopped at his manly nipples and sucked them up into her face. She rubbed her lips around them, and then she went to his face where she gave him a full helping of tongue meat. She French kissed him like that for about five minutes, which would have been too long had she not simultaneously: rubbed her hands in his crotch, fingered his butt, massaged his thigh with her pussy, leaked on his rod, and, finally, pulled his joint up inside her body. "Ahhhh," said Duke, "that a way!"
She sat up and rolled her hips so that he would have his meat bent in every dimension imaginable. It was a super feel for his fat hog. 'Mmmm," she murmured, getting a good thrill for her hot pussy, "this is nice, Duke." He reached up and grabbed her hot, hanging mammaries. The pendulum breast flesh responded with hot chills that ran around in circles on her chest. "Look at this girl go," said Duke. "Ain't she sweet?" He jammed his hips upwards and his phallus pierced the whore's sweet insides. "Ooooh, God," cried Mona. "I love, it. Fuck me hard!"
He wormed his way out of her cunt, pulled her down on the bed close to him. He rolled their bodies together and ended up on top of her. His pecker went jamming into her pussy, and she screeched again. "Oh, yeah, Duke. Love me!!" He wailed away in the black woman's cunt, and soon he was juicing all over the place. He pulled his spent phallus out of her cunt and she grabbed for it "I got to lick it clean," she said, suddenly frantic. Perhaps, thought Duke, it was her specialty, some sort of trade mark. He let her at it, though, and not reluctantly.
She was all over his hot wet hog with her hungry, slippery tongue. She splayed her tongue out across the head, and then she went sliding down to take better than average care of the base of his meat. She tongued his balls, too, and licked out his loins. Finally, she made sure, as she rolled him over and rubbed his buttocks, to spread his ass cheeks and clean out his ass groove. To finish him off, she licked out his butt. "I just want to be sure," she said. "that you remember tomorrow where you got this fabulous treatment. "You know what I mean?"
"Sure, baby," he said. "Of course. I won't never forget this fucking and licking and eating we been getting from you two. You're among the best we ever had. Ain't that right, there, Arnie."
"You're not kidding," said Arnie. Tilda was licking his cock. "I mean," he added, "this is the way it ought to be in America. Just like this. Lots of fucking and sucking and plenty of whores doing us up just like this. Stead of sneaking around to secret joints, you know," he continued, "we ought to be able to meet a couple of broads, pay 'em what we want, and go and fuck 'em. Least you know they're clean over here, eh?"
"Right," said Duke. "And now for some more of that clean fuck action. You go douche yourself there, tar baby, and come back and sit on my hog, eh?"
Mona got up off the bed, went out for a minute and came back clean as a whistle. "I'm ready," she said, sneaking up alongside Duke. "Are you?"
"When was Duke McGee ever not ready to do hot fucking and eating? You answer that one, tar baby, and I'll give you a fuckin' oil well!" He laughed. "Now get down here, and you spread those gorgeous legs. We got some more screwin' to do. Ha, ha, ha! I love it!"
Chapter Six
Duke and Arnie made their way the following night to the cheap hotel with some special gifts for their whores. They'd gone out shopping in Stockholm that day, and they bought a wrap-around, waist dildo, bigger than any natural prick, an electric vibrator, and several different kinds of lubricant. They met the girls upstairs, as previously arranged, and showed them what they had.
"Aren't these Texans too much?" said Mona, unwrapping some of the packages after unwrapping herself. Her big black tits, as smooth and shiny as alabaster, swayed softly as she inspected the "gifts". "Just too fucking much!" she exclaimed, trying on the dildo. "Check this out, Tilda."
She showed the young blonde hooker, also naked, the tie-on pecker. Tilda giggled. "It's so big!"
Mona started running around the room with the plastic cock bouncing around her waist. She jumped up on the bed with the penis hanging from her legs and curled a hand up into her arm-pit. She made like an ape and added noises like: "Hee-hee, hee-hee. Ha. Ha. Ha." Then she jumped off the bed, her titties swinging, and ran over next to blonde Tilda. She deepened her voice and pushed Tilda toward the bed saying as she did: "Come here, my darling. Come here and let me fuck you up the asshole." Tilda landed on the bed and, imitating some of her customers, Mona leaned down to Tilda and rubbed the massive imitation phallus along the slick blonde thigh. "You are everything to me, my sweet," continued Mona. "Everything."
Arnie had just finished undressing when he looked up and saw Mona's, sweet asshole. The crack was nearly begging for him to fill it. He couldn't help but come over to Mona's butt and give it a good rub. He untied the dildo and shoved Mona down on her belly. "Now," he said, "let's get a little of the real McCoy running up your butt, eh?"
Tilda scampered out of the way, over to the other side of the room where Duke was laughing his brains out, and she sat with him. Arnie kept his hog running smoothly up and down between the smooth black buttocks on Mona's rump. He massaged the soft cheeks, and slid a finger under her legs, just to be sure, so that he could get into her cunt. "Oh, shit," moaned the black hooker, "already."
"Yeah, baby," said Arnie. "First the real stuff, then that other shit."
"Lemme at least get up on the bed," complained Mona. "Please?"
"Sure," said Arnie. "Anywhere you wanna do it."
So Mona climbed up from under Arnie, onto the bed. She sprawled out with her legs spread, belly down. Arnie, naturally, hopped on, in between her legs, pressing his crotch-muscle between the confines of Mona's ass crack. He slid his cock back and forth between the woman's ass cheeks. His pecker went for one long easy ride. "Whoopee!" he exclaimed. "Look at this ride!!"
She rolled her pelvis and increased the pleasure. She reached back, took his cock in her hand and guided him into place at just the right angle, so that his dick would get the best feel from sliding back and forth along her butt. Arnie lay down flat on her back and reached around in front in order to get hold of her titties. "Oh, God, yes," he grunted. "Those big black mams are beautiful." He squeezed and rubbed Mona's titties, especially the nipples. "I'm getting hot already," he moaned. "So fucking hot!"
"Mona, baby," shouted Duke, "roll over and give my buddy, Arnie a taste of that sweet juice."
The whore smiled over at Duke. Then she rolled out from under Arnie and lay on her back. She spread her long black thighs. They shined and shimmered in the dim hotel light. "Look at that beaver," grunted Arnie. "She's beautiful."
"What'd I tell you yesterday?" said Duke. "You think I'd set up a fuck with some ugly bag?"
"I remember a whore so ugly you fucked, Duke," said Arnie, climbing up between Mona's legs, "that I wouldn't have fed to my dogs." He landed smoothly between Mona's legs. He let his cock slide around on her thighs, in her moist loins. "Gimmee some of that tit action, honey," he told her.
She pushed her chest up in his direction. He leaned down between her mammoth and smooth breasts. He put his face right between them and pushed from both sides. The smooth titties went rubbing against his face. He licked one of them, the larger of the two, and spread his tongue out across the big dark nipple. He tongued it and licked the cap, and then he took the pointy portion of the tit between his lips and rubbed from side to side. His tongue lubed everything in sight, so it was one long slippery rub on Mona's chest.
"Mmm," she hummed, "he sure does know what he likes."
"You bet, baby," said Arnie to the whore. "I like hot sucking and fucking. If it's got to do with smooth flesh, and you got plenty of that, I like it. Ha, ha, ha." He went back to work on her other breast, sucking it up and licking it just the way he had the first one. "Mmmmmmm," he sighed, smacking his lips around the nipple, "what a pleasure."
She reached down around his waist and attacked his butt. She went lightly with her big palms at first, caressing his buttocks and making sure that his ass got as thorough a rub-down as possible. She worked a finger down between his ass cheeks and rubbed the length of his groove. Then she slid one finger even further down, and played with the tapered entrance to Arnie's bunghole.
"Whoa," he told her, "you be careful there now." Then he slapped his lips across hers and gouged her face with his long wet tongue. He French kissed the African whore as long and hard, as he could. Her tongue went sliding back, into Arnie's face, and she gave him a wide open, hot moist kiss. "Mmmm," he hummed, pulling away, "what a job she does on my mouth."
"You just wait," said Duke, still watching with Tilda sitting at his feet. "When she gets warmed up you won't be able to stand it."
"It's pretty fucking good right now," said Arnie, rolling his two hands across the whore's chest. He tweaked the nipples and kissed one of them. He could feel her hands continue to work on his butt. She squeezed his ass cheek flesh, rubbed his hips, and spread her legs in such a manner that one of her long black thighs rode up between his smooth white legs. "Ooooooh, yeah, honey," moaned Arnie as he felt the top of her lovely thigh rub his balls, "now this is gonna be good."
He went sliding back and forth along the woman's leg. He gave himself one long feel of her leg, and he continued at rubbing her titties. He kissed the hot black chest, and he rubbed his face into hers. He was having the time of his life just getting himself ready to plow her lovely dark furrough. "Mmmmmm, yes," he hummed with enthusiasm, "I'm going to poke you so hard you'll never forget it, baby. Never!" He slid his cock up close to the entrance to Mona's body.
"Don't you want a little suck first?" asked Mona.
"Isn't she cute?" asked Arnie in an imitation sweet voice. "Such a cutie."
"She's trying to be nice," said Duke. "You go along with her. She'll give you a real nice head."
"I know that," said Arnie. "I can tell that just from lookin' at her big thick lips. My, my, wouldn't my mom be proud of me now" He put his mouth over Mona's and filled her face with long tongue. It was a wet, sloppy kiss, one that they both seemed to enjoy.
"Alright," said Arnie, pulling away and rolling off. "You just give me as much of that header as you like to, Mona. I'm ready and willing." He spread himself out on his back. His cock, firmed, rolled over on its side against his leg.
Mona got up and climbed down between his legs. She bowed her head between his-legs. She rubbed her cheeks against his nuts. She started out slow like that in order to give him that much better a feel. She used her hands to rub his loins and his hips. She caressed his pubes and worked around his dick. She hadn't yet applied her tongue or her mouth to his genitals. She continued to use just her hands and her soft dark cheeks. She rubbed and massaged his groin.
"My, my," said Arnie. "She sure does know how to use her hands, eh?"
"You bet," observed Duke. "Just wait until she takes out that mouth organ of hers and starts using that on your dick. You'll love it." Tilda looked up at Duke and smiled. Her quick blue eyes checked out his cock. It wasn't firm but it wasn't soft. She reached up into his crotch and started rubbing. "Sure, little one," said Duke to the blonde Swedish girl, "you go ahead and help yourself."
Arnie meanwhile, was now beginning to enjoy Mona's long wet tongue. She started out by kissing the shaft of his prick. She held the joint in one hand, from the top, and worked little kisses into the side of the pecker. She went down to his nuts, rubbed her lips against the egg-shaped rocks, and rode back up along the other side of his shaft. "Mmmmmm," she hummed from time to time, and this sent small vibrations here and there in the stiffening boner.
"Wow," said Arnie, "she sure does know how to work a man's pecker up." He watched her, by sitting up against the head of the bed and looking down between his legs, riding his pecker with her mouth. She scooped the entire mushroom head between her moist thick lips and sucked on it lightly. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, first on the spongy cap, then on the thick shaft, finally at his nuts again. "Whoa!" he exclaimed: "Good! Good! Good!"
He rolled over without notice to Mona who continued licking. She rubbed her tongue into his ass cheeks, along the rounded fleshy buttocks and into the ass groove. She worked up and down, brushing with her wet tongue, in the crack. She landed, of course, in the bunghole itself. There she began a delicate ream out of his asshole. She slid her tongue deep into the shit hole, and she worked steadily with her black face between his white ass cheeks "Mmmm," she sighed, "gooooooood!"
She rolled her tongue in and out of the groove and bunghole and used her hands under his hips. Finally, Arnie had to get up on his hands and knees in order to get the full affect of the massive slippery tongue rolling in his buttocks. "Ahhhhh," he moaned, "there we go."
Simultaneously, Mona reached around into his crotch and picked up on his huge phallus. She rubbed the sides of the shaft with her open palms and jerked softly on the head of the meat, every now and then, just to be sure that Arnie was getting the full treatment. "Mmm," she hummed into his butt corridor, sucking his bunghole, "mmmmmmm."
"Yessiree," moaned Arnie. "I sure do love a nice fresh wet asshole ream. Nothing could be finer."
"I keep tellin' you, though," said Duke, his cock buried in Tilda's mouth, "that you're going to get a much better fuck in her cunt when you're ready. And when she's ready, too."
"Yeah, man, but you don't mind my enjoying myself as we go along, do you?"
"Sheet," groaned Duke. He reached his hands out and adjusted Tilda's face on his pecker. "There you be, baby doll, just to be sure, eh?"
Tilda looked up and then went back to licking his big wet hog.
Mona had finished reaming out Arnie's asshole. She turned him over, and he followed her guiding hands, and spread his loins. She went licking in his nut nest and then he pulled her up to his face. She spread her legs around his head so that he could get his tongue into her cunt while she sucked on his cock. "I just want to get a nice little eat in your pussy before it's all full of come and all. You understand?"
"Certainly," said Mona, wrapping her long boney black fingers around his stiff pink fleshhog. "Of course." She bent his meat this way and that, in circles, before she stuffed her mouth up with it. She worked her lower lip along the underside of the rim of the head, just to give him a taste of what was coming. "Mmmm," she sighed, "you have such a big pecker, Arnie!"
"Yes, indeed," moaned the Texan. "All the better to fuck your face with. Beggin' your pardon, mam, of course."
She splayed her tongue across the spongy head. She worked her mouth muscle up and down along the thick stem. His pogo-stick went twitching for a moment, but then he stopped it. "I just get a little carried away every now and then," he told her.
Arnie spread out the legs wrapped around his face. He could feel the gentle touch of her soft loins against his face as he looked into the black bush and slippery walls of her canyon. "Yum, yum, yum," Arnie smacked his lips. "I'm going to fill this thing with tongue meat." He reached his tongue between the vaginal lips of the black-whore's twat. He pressed his meaty mouth muscle into the spacious entrance. "Look at that," he said, pulling back from the African's hole for a moment, "she's got one of the prettiest most buggerable cunts I ever did see."
"Thank you, Arnie," said Mona. "I like to hear that."
"Well, since you're as good a fuck in the cunt as you are in the mouth, you're gonna be hearing a lot of that." He rubbed his tongue meat into her sweet wet hole again. He filled her full of his hot wet tongue, and made sure that he left no portion of her delicious hole untouched. He spread her vaginal lips as wide as they could go and jammed his entire mouth muscle into the wet and juicing meat of her twat. "I love it," he cried when he took his next breath. "I love that black hole."
Mona was busily working her mouth up and down Arnie's hog. She was using, her lips to attack the thing, to rub and caress it. She used her hands, under his hips, to rub his buttocks and to play in his asshole. "Mmmmmm," she hummed, rubbing his cock with her tongue and working her hands on his buns. "I like your butt, Arnie."
"Good," said Arnie, talking into her pussy, wet and hot, as if it were some sort of microphone. "Very good." He rubbed his tongue deep into the slippery crack and located her clitoris. Once finding the snatch-cock, he worked at it with his slippery mouth muscle. He flicked and rubbed and caressed and ate it. He used his lips to suck it off and rub it, and the flesh around it, several times in a row. He dug his tongue in so deep that Mona thought he had some sort of cock that he was working with. He gouged out her hole and left it wet and slippery. "How's that, tar baby?"
"Oh, Jesus Christ," moaned the luscious whore, "I just love that eat out in my cunt." She reached her tongue down around Arnie's nuts and made a last effort to get a good little swab in at his asshole. She Succeeded and then rolled off of his body.
"You two gonna start ballin'?" asked Duke.
"What's it to ya?" asked Arnie. "Isn't Miss Sweden giving you the kind of rubbing you like?"
"No," said Duke. "It's just that I want to use the, bed. She's giving me exactly the kind of rubbing I like. I just thought I might enjoy using that there bed to fuck her with, eh?"
"I don't give a shit about no bed," said Arnie. "I'll fuck tar baby here on the floor." He looked at Mona. "Come on, honey. You and I are gonna make ourselves happy down here." He grabbed her by the wrist and led her to the carpeted floor. "Go on," said Arnie, "you and Tilda use the bed."
"Alright by me," said Duke, leading the way to the bed. "Tilda, you and I are gonna do some righteous fucking up here. If, that is, I can keep from having to watch my good buddy down there."
But he couldn't. The sight of Arnie's ass pumping up and down into the luscious black whore was too entertaining. So Tilda and Duke ended up leaning out over the edge of the bed and just watched the two of them going at it. "Do you believe your eyes?" asked Duke. "Look at them go!"
Arnie had slipped his cock up slowly into Mona's cunt. When she first felt the mammoth pecker rubbing in her pussy, she started to slowly rock her hips up and around it. She worked her cunt slowly but surely higher and higher onto the thick meaty prong. She soon had most of it' buried between her smooth pussy lips. "Mmmm," she hummed, "you sure do know how to use it well."
"Why thank you, mam," said Arnie. If he had had his hat on, he would have tipped it in her direction. Instead he gave her a long squeeze on her butt with his hands. Then he plowed in another couple of inches, filling her pussy with long hot boner meat. "You like that one too?"
"Oh, yeah," she said, reaching back around his waist and pressing her palms into the buttocks She wrapped her fingers into his buttocks, too. She squeezed and kneaded the healthy flesh of his large rump. She worked a finger down into the groove of his butt, and she pressed it finally, lightly into his asshole. She rubbed at the bunghole while Arnie pressed his long fat pecker deep into her juicing twat.
"Mmm," he said, "you sure do know how to make a man give you a lot of his penis, eh?"
"It's my trade," she gasped, feeling the full length of his thick hog. "But you have your own methods, too, I see."
Indeed, Arnie was rocking in her pelvis. He slammed his hog meat, hammered it deep into the luscious sweet hole. He filled her up and spread out the lips surrounding her vagina with the base of his root muscle. "Ooooh," she wailed, "it's so fucking big." She spread her legs wider and reached up with her feet, putting them over his back. Her loins spread out and her legs, the back of them, were up against his strong shoulders. She lay on her spine, her feet in the air, with Arnie's giant phallus rubbing the inside of her vagina toward ecstasy.
"There sure is a lot of juice," moaned Arnie. "She's spraying this stuff out like she's got some sort of faucet in there."
"Sure," said Duke, watching from the bed. "She's a specialist at that."
"Just as long as she don't piss on me, I don't give a shit what she does." He could feel her long hot muscles going to work at milking his cock into ecstasy. She squeezed with the insides of her pussy, and she rolled with her pelvis, thereby adding a swift jerking movement to the fuck action. "Oh, yeah," moaned Arnie, slipping and sliding in and out of the hole, "I like that. That's really fucking good." He jammed down hard and felt her clitoris rubbing along the head of his meat, flicking back and forth each time he rubbed in and out of her hot pussy. "Yeah," he grunted, "she's got a nice big clitoris in there, don't you, Mona."
"Of course," said Mona. "My sex button is big so that it is easy to get rolling and going, eh?" She smiled and pressed her boobies up in Arnie's face. She rubbed his face in her large pendulum titties. "I like that too," said Arnie. "Mona, you're one hell of a good whore." With that he pressed his tongue into her mouth and French kissed her while their bodies slipped and slid closer to orgasm.
"He's gonna come soon," said Tilda, still observing with Duke from the edge of the bed. "You can just look at them and know that he's going to give her his jism soon."
"Yup," said Duke, "I do believe, Tilda that you are quite right." He reached back and patted her on her sweet white cheeks. "Yes indeed, and then we'll be able to give up the distracting show and get to work on our own, eh?" He slid his hand between the young woman's smooth buttocks and landed a finger close to her asshole. "Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Duke," she said softly, reaching a hand down to Duke's ass. "Yes, sir." They returned to watching Arnie and Mona who were now only seconds away from a first class orgasm.
"You tell me when you're ready," said Arnie. "I'll pop off when you say you're going to come." He was sliding and screwing in her cunt. He could feel the long, trained muscles bearing down and milking his rod. It was the whore's custom just to get the customer to come, but since they'd been going out regularly, she would allow herself to shoot her own wad, too, along with his. It was, for Arnie, going to be that much better. "You getting there?" he asked again.
"Another minute," she said. "Just another minute or two more." He stroked hard and long with tremendous thrust. His hips bounced in her groin and he filled her twat with a great deal of hot meat. She writhed under the increasing pressure of his growing fat joint. She rolled back and forth, sliding her sweating black body time and again up into his crotch. She climbed his rod with her vaginal lips and sucked at the root. She rolled her muscles inside to tug on the head, and she soon was ready to shoot off. "Ooooooooh, God, Arnie;" grunted Mona. "I'm going to come now. It's going to be juice from now on ... ahhhhhhhh oooooooohhhhhh."
He hammered his pecker as fast and hard as possible. A moment later he had begun squirting his jism into her tube. He flooded out the chamber, filled it with hot come, and fresh semen juice boiled inside Mona's pussy to make her even that much more frenzied and ecstatic. She rolled her hips and squeezed on his back with her arms, pulling him down close to her big bulging chest and hot belly. She was in ecstasy: "Oh, fuck, that was nice, Arnie. That was so fucking good. I loved it."
"Me, too, honey," said Arnie. "You're a good fucking whore. I like what you do with that body of yours." Re rolled over and rubbed Mona's soft slick belly. It was smooth, not an ounce of fat there. He rubbed her hips where she was covered with juice and sweat. Then he lay back, his head on one of her long, neat thighs. Her flesh was supple, nubile. He looked up at Duke and Tilda. "Well," he said, "that was terrific."
"Yeah," said Duke. "Looked good." And with that, Duke McGee grabbed Tilda, pressed her back on the bed, and prepared to fuck her.
Chapter Seven
Now, it was Duke's turn, and he intended to have himself a first class eat out and fuck with lovely Tilda. He spread her out on the bed. Her long smooth loins were as supple as the first time he fucked her. Her cunt was covered with dense, sandy blonde, pubic hair, closer to brown than blonde. And it was shining with fresh ooze. She was probably turned on from watching Mona and Arnie fucking and sucking.
He stroked her long, slender thighs, and spread her out even more. He rubbed the silky flesh of her legs. The tops of her thighs were as smooth and blonde as the insides. She carried a natural tan, and her sweet blue eyes watched everything he did with curious interest. She loved to have a man eat her out, and even though she was a trained and experienced whore, she couldn't keep from getting turned on when a customer like Duke McGee shoved his long, meaty tongue, or his big fat flesh wedge, up her cunt. Her honey pot just started juicing, and it didn't stop until she came all over the place.
So she was happy to see Duke spreading her out like that. She watched him rub her legs and work his way closer and closer up into her pussy. Soon he'd arrived at the entrance to her pussy. "Now," he said, getting himself ready, "I'm gonna show you, Arnie, how to eat out a whore's twat."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Arnie, who sat on the chair opposite the bed with Mona at his feet, "you go ahead and show these women the way we do it in Texas. Do it, Duke. Do her up right!"
And sure enough, Duke went stroking his tongue into the vaginal lips. "Mmmmm," he hummed getting his first taste of pussy juice for the night, "this stuff is as sweet as ever." He pushed the lips open with his fingers and spread his tongue out slowly across one of them. Then he used the other lip to suck on. He pulled it up between his lips and rolled his tongue across it. "Mmmmm," hummed young Tilda, shivering with excitement as chills climbed her torso, "I like that, Mr. Duke. I like that a lot."
"Sure you do, little lady," said Duke. "What woman in her right mind wouldn't?" He slid his hands under her smooth white buttocks and picked her up from underneath. He held her up to his face the way a kid eats a piece of pie with his hands. He rubbed his nose into the juicing hole. His tongue went next, searching her out for the clitoris that he knew would, if properly stimulated, send her into ecstasy. He found it and rubbed it hard with his tongue. "More," she cried, "more on my clit."
He tongued the thing and flicked it back and forth. Before he even applied three quick strokes, she was shifting her ass in his hands for more. "I lave that. Please, keep rubbing." He jammed his tongue down the throat of her pussy and kept on going for more of her clitoris. The little thing was erect and slippery, a miniature prick in her cunt. It was probably about the size of the first knuckle on a little finger. Only it was rounded and soft and wet with good slimy goo. "I love licking this thing," said Duke, "'cause I know in about five minutes she's gonna be all fuck and juice."
He shoved his tongue into the entrance and rubbed vigorously across the meaty clit button. He stroked and swabbed and made sure that the little devil was properly caressed into a perfect ecstatic high. "Look at that thing go," said Duke, taking his tongue away. "She's got muscles there that just keep it moving. I never saw the likes of that before. Must be because she's Swedish, eh?"
"Ha, ha, ha," said Arnie. "It's because she's higher than a kite right now. Ha, ha, ha."
Duke rubbed a finger into the hole. He used the back of his knuckle to continue the stimulation to Tilda's clitoris, and he used the rest of his finger to keep her pussy filled with something bony. "She loves it," he said, fucking her with his hand. "Look at that mound rock."
Indeed, Tilda's hot pussy mound had begun to rock back and forth, to sway with every stroke. "Give me hard fingering," she said, in her strange English. "Give me hard and fast." Duke took her request to heart. He jammed his finger very fast. The cunt went flopping this way and that with the added stimulation. Tilda's body chilled fast. She was blushing severely. "Ooooooh, yes," she moaned. "I love that. Don't stop. Fuck me fast."
He rolled his finger around a couple more times, and then he pulled out. "Now," he said, "I want to play around in your asshole. We missed out on that yesterday 'cause you were sore, but not today, eh?"
"Yes," she said, shaking her butt, "today will be good."
Duke smiled and said: "I'll tell you what Arnie. I'll fuck around in there for a while and you get Mona to get you hard. Then you can ram your rod up her asshole. After that, I'll fuck her twat. How's that sound, you old fucking Texan you?"
"Great," said Arnie. "Terrific." He looked over at Mona. "Mona, baby, go to work." Mona promptly wrapped her mouth around Arnie's hot hog. She stuck to licking him after that, and concentrated on getting his boner hard enough to be able to fuck Tilda's bunghole.
Meanwhile, Duke was exercising his tongue in Tilda's sweet white asshole. He was filling her up, time and again, with his long meaty tongue. The sweet tapered hole was wide open. He held her buttocks apart with both hands, and it was nothing for him to plunge his entire tongue into the butt orifice. "I like this anal cavity," he said from time to time. "Nothing wrong with it at all." He jammed hard, licked her out. She was clean to begin with, but now she was clean and wet. He slapped her on the butt, just to watch the lovely moon orbs shake and roll, and then he jammed his finger into the orifice. "That sphincter is wide open and ready!" he exclaimed.
"Keep her hot," hollered Arnie, "I gotta get a little more rubbing over here and then I'll be all set."
"O.k.," said Duke. He reached for one of the juice bottles they'd brought with them for just this purpose. He opened it up while he continued to fuck Tilda's butt with his finger. He spread some of the juice out along her crack. The sauce was as slippery as clit juice, and it smelled even better. It was some kind of Swedish lubricant that, when they discovered it, the Texans decided they would take a case home with them. Duke continued to spread it out along Tilda's smooth cheeks, up along her slippery crack and into her asshole. "Mmmm," he said, taking his finger out of her bunghole in order to fill it with slippery juice, "your sphincter is getting a work out today, baby. Just what you need."
While he spread juice on her ass with one hand, he reached under her pelvis and stimulated her cunt and clitoris. He finger-fucked her butt and her cunt, both at the same time. He thought nothing, and Tilda seem to enjoy it, of slamming his middle finger from both hands into the lovely orifices. He made long piercing strokes that went deep and far in her asshole and cunt. Her pelvis was filled from both sides with lots of rubbing digit. He plied the sphincter especially, because he knew that the hole would have to be fairly wide in order for Arnie to get his cock in. So he concentrated, enjoying himself on the Swedish woman's bunghole, as long as he could.
"I'm ready," hollered Arnie. "Show me to her! Get that asshole up in the air. I'm gonna fill her full of hot jism."
Duke backed off and said: "She's as ready as she'll ever be."
Tilda adjusted her position. She leaned her facedown against the bed. Her butt was flying in the air. Arnie came over and mounted from the rear. His first couple of strokes were along the buttocks, outside of the hole. He just wanted to get his phallus wet and ready. He went to the crack, next, and there he got a long slippery feel for the underside of his fat crotch-muscle. "Mmmmmmm," he murmured, "she sure does have a soft butt."
"You bet," said Duke. "Probably the softest in all of Stockholm." He watched Arnie proceed. "Get her good now, ol' buddy. No going back, eh? Ha, ha, ha."
Arnie picked up his cock in his hand. Delightful Tilda reached back and spread her buttocks. She grabbed from the sides, took a hold of the crack from either bun, and rubbed her butt open. Her anus was as vulnerable as a chicken on a cutting block. And Arnie pressed into it. "Mmmm," he groaned, sliding through the handsome, spread but tight sphincter into the shit cavity "goooood."
"Look at my boy go," said Duke. "Hat's off to you ol' buddy. You see that, Mona? He did that in one long stroke."
Sure enough, Arnie's long hog was deep inside the Swedish whore's asshole. He'd used one powerful thrust to get his prick all the way down into her bowels. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuh," she grunted, "it's so fat and large."
"Don't you just love it" exclaimed Arnie. "The big joint you been waiting for up there, eh?" He held her by the hips and the titties. He had one hand on the side of her body, and the other reached up and grabbed her big. melon shaped mammaries. He was not afraid to squeeze the luscious soft orbs of titty either. He rubbed and massaged them while his pecker enjoined the squeeze of her contracting tubular anus muscle. He loved every minute of it. "Mmmmm," he moaned again, "you just rock this hip of yours and I'll be the happiest man in all of Europe, baby."
Tilda understood. She rolled her pelvis, her hips. Arnie's strong sex muscle enjoyed the ride. It was one long jerk and squeeze, a milking motion that bore down on the expanded head and fat stem of his penetrating phallus. He was covered with slimy juice, the sauce that Duke had applied, and it was nothing for him to slide back and forth with the constricted anus muscle squeezing his cock flesh. "I love it," he cried. "I love it."
"Mmm," grunted Tilda, feeling his pressing hand on her titties and his monster prick in her butt, "it's not so bad for Tilda, either." She reached a hand down to her cunt and began to tease her own clitoris.
When Arnie saw what she was doing he said: "Here, let me do that." He released his hold on her hips and reached under to grasp her clitoris with two fingers. He tweaked the large prong and rubbed it several times in a row. Soon it was as erect and as powerful a little clitoris as could be. He felt the bony feel of the thing and rubbed it up good. He made sure that the juice from her twat continued to flow, because he knew, when he was finished with her, that his friend would be jumping down that cunt tube with his hog. "O.k.," he said, "if she rolls me right for another minute or two, I'll be juicing her up good."
"You hear that Tilda?" asked Duke. "It's almost time."
"Oh, yes," said blonde Tilda, quite aware of what was going on. "I'm ready for him." She jammed her hips back into his crotch. Her smooth ass cheeks jammed against his nut nest. She rubbed her sphincter tube up and down along his fat rod. She was able to give him the kind of milking squeeze with that tight little circle of flesh that his cock would never forget.
"God fucking damn!" hollered Arnie. "She knows her shit!" He reached forward, seconds from ecstasy, and grabbed her titties. He pressed them up against her chest. He rubbed the nipples and softly squeezed the full mammaries. They were as smooth and blonde as her asshole was tight and slick. "Mmmmmm," he hummed, "it's coming up baby. Get your butt ready for the big pudding flood."
Tilda jerked her butt hard, one last time. Arnie went flying into her asshole. He pierced her deeper than she ever thought he would go. He slammed, hammered, nailed her butt. "Ooooh, fuck," she screamed, "it's too fucking oooooh ... ahhhhhh." Arnie was coming.
He filled her full of jism. He kept squirting hot come into her. He filled her butt bag with so much jism that she couldn't help but enjoy it. "God," she moaned, "it's so fucking good now. I never would have believed ... ahhhhh." She rolled her buttocks against his nuts and waited for him to finish. Arnie was enjoying a long squeeze from her anus muscle and a good tight feel of her titties. Then he yanked his rod out of the shit tube and said: "That's what I call a nice hot butt fuck!" His rod was covered with hot wet juice and slime. He pointed it at each of the two whores and demanded that one or the other of them lick it off. "Sure," said Mona, "I'll give that thing a good licking." He sat on the edge of the bed and Mona sucked the head of the meaty boner clean. She clicked her tongue at it as she went slopping here and there. to get it perfectly clean and all wet.
"Mmm," she moaned, "you got yourself a good steady erection there, Arnie."
"You want to try it on again?" he asked. "Just for the hell of it?"
"Sure," said Mona. "Why the fuck not?"
He crawled down off the bed and stuck his cock in Mona's spread hairy notch. He dug in deep. Duke was amazed at his friend's staying power, but he didn't know for sure if Arnie would really be able to follow through with a fuck so soon after coming. Again, he and Tilda ended up watching Mona and Arnie fucking their brains out. "Look at him go," said Duke. "He's all over her."
Arnie was rubbing the black hooker's titties, and licking them, too. He kissed her on the lips, the lips that had sucked his shit-covered rod clean, and he stuck his tongue in her face. He was so passionate and horny that he couldn't care less about her mouth or anything else. He kept jamming his rod in and out of her powerful hairy notch, enjoying every love stroke he gave her. Her pussy crept up higher and higher, and her hands wrapped around his waist to pull him into her pelvis even deeper. She had all of his meat in her groin, and it was driving him crazy with lust and ecstasy. "Uuuuuuuh," they both grunted from time to time as a particular screw stroke drove them closer and closer to orgasm, "uuuuuuuuuhhh. I love it."
Soon Arnie started squirting off. He pounded his joint, again and again, into the hot twat. He ripped off the best piece of ass the black woman had given yet. He shot his jism all the way down her tube, filled her full of the creamy pudding. "Mmm," she moaned, "You got what it takes, Arnie a big cock and plenty of horns. Mmmmmmmm."
Soon Arnie was finished with Mona's slippery twat. He pulled his spent pecker out of her joint container and swished it up and down her legs. He pulled her loins together around his hot muscle. It was slippery city as he enjoyed the final thrill of a good tight pussy fuck. Her legs were soft and nubile, easily able to rub him exactly the way he loved it. "Honey," he told her, "how would you like to be an American slave for a while? Live in Texas with me and my kids on the oil farm?"
"Fuck you," said Mona. "I seen pictures of that kind of shit, and I don't want nothing to-"
"Ha, ha, ha," laughed Arnie, pulling his joint and nuts out from between her legs. "I was just kiddin', my dear, just kiddin'."
Seeing that his buddy-was finished fucking Mona, and since Tilda had washed her asshole out, Duke McGee decided to start plugging the young Swedish thing. He turned her on her belly for a quick little rub on her ass cheeks. The smooth round orbs of butt flesh were tight and well-rounded, a good curvy surface for a quick little rub. He spent about five or six strokes getting himself heated up on her smooth asshole. Then he rolled her over again, belly up now, and said: "Honey, I'm gonna fuck your cunt like you never had it before."
"Good," said Tilda, her quick blue eyes flashing. "I like that." She opened her legs wide. Her fresh soft notch smiled sideways at Duke.
"Will you look at that?" said Duke. "She's got a heart-shaped bush. I never noticed that before."
Arnie came over and took a peak between the blonde woman's spread thighs. Sure enough, there was a heart cut around the pubic hair. "What the hell?"
"Many Swedish women shave their organs like this," said Tilda. "Do you like it?"
"Like it?!" exclaimed Duke. "I love it." He reached his hands down the smooth loins and rubbed at the opening to her cunt. He pressed a finger into the center of her twat. He rubbed long and hard and the juice started flowing. "Whoa," he said, "that heart is bleeding fresh goo. Get your face out of here, Arnie, and let me work in peace."
Arnie backed off, lay down on the floor, and rested his head on Mona's thigh. They chattered quietly together, from time to time taking a peak at Duke and Tilda.
Duke had spread out the well formed pussy lips. He had one in his mouth. He sucked it, and he licked on the insides beyond. The slippery flesh was coated with sauce. "Mmmmm," he hummed, "what a perfect wet twat hole this one is, eh?" He doused his chin, nose and tongue with the sweet ooze, He pushed his face deep between her long nubile legs. The flesh thighs caved in around him, held his face in place. He sucked on her clitoris and brought her erect and steaming in a matter of seconds. "Ooooooh," she moaned, "fuck me. Fuck me good and hard."
"Not just yet, sweet thing," said Duke McGee. "First we got to get everything as juicy and ready as possible." With that he jammed his cock into her sweltering pussy, but then yanked it out just as fast as he'd put it in. He went rubbing on her smooth tanned belly while he sucked off her nipples. The silver dollar caps were a special attraction, worthy, of course, of special attention. He spent his time tonguing her lovely nipples and licking her perfect melon-shaped boobs. "You know," he said between licks, "this baby here has got more class than a dozen U.S. hookers. And she don't even try."
"Yeah," said Arnie, "I know what you mean."
Duke returned to sucking the lovely fresh mammaries. He licked the bases of the mountainous titties, and he splayed his tongue across the soft, tender pink chest area between them. He kissed her neck, her lovely blonde nape, her ears and then he filled her thick lips with his tongue. She kissed back, Tilda did, letting her tongue tour the insides of Duke's mouth. Their mouth organs slid up against each other for a special wet thrill. Meanwhile, down below, between her legs, he made his cock into the meat of a flesh sandwich. Tilda's long, smooth loins were the pieces of bread that squeezed Duke's cock toward perfection.
"You know," he said, pulling away and casually licking her nipple, "you got a nice way about you Tilda. I mean you're really sweet." He reached down and pulled his prick out from between her legs. He crawled up along her body, eventually rubbing the meaty prong between her titties. When he had placed himself securely there, he took her tits with his hands and rubbed them from side to side against his pecker. "Yeah," he said, "you are just about as sweet a whore as I'll ever have, I imagine." He was laying on top of her face, in order to keep his cock pressed between her big blonde mammaries, and getting himself one of the best feels ever. "Mmmmm," he moaned, "up and away."
He climbed higher so that he could bang his pecker into her mouth. Tilda took the cue and slipped her hands up to cup Duke's organ. She guided him down her oral cavity and her tongue took care of lubricating him. She sloshed around on his meaty dick and made sure that he was hot and ready. Then she wrapped her lips securely against the hearty sponge tissue of his pecker head and rubbed up and down by bobbing her head. Duke helped out, naturally, by shoving his pecker up and down with his swinging hips. He drilled her face. His joint slipped in and out of her sweet lips, but never left her face at all. "Mmmmm," she hummed on his pumping rod, "I love to suck."
"Yeah," said Duke, "and I don't mind supplying you with that favorite source of pleasure." He jammed harder, giving her all of his gouging hog at once. Her mouth notch took it all in, sucked it right up, and soon he was as big and fiery as he'd ever been. "You know," he said, sticking her face one last time with his joint, "I think you girls really have quite a nice life. I mean no one would every marry a fucking whore, but on the other hand, you do get more sex than anyone I ever knew." Yanking his flesh sword from her lips, he rolled over on his back to take a breath before getting ready to fuck her in the cunt. "I love this," he moaned.
Duke picked himself up and rolled over on top of Tilda's warm waiting body. He slid his pecker up to her mound and asked: "You ready for a first class fuck, honey?"
"Mmm," she said simply, looking up into the Texan's eyes. "I'm ready, Mr. Duke"
"I like that," said Arnie from the sidelines. "the way she calls you 'Mr. Duke', I mean."
"Yeah," said Duke, "me too." He hammered his meat into her slot so quickly that she didn't know what hit her. "Ooooooh, fuck," she cried, "you gave me no-" She paled, then she blushed, and finally she screamed: "Oooooooh, shit, it's so fucking big."
"Nonsense," said Duke, settling into a steady rhythm. "You love it when it's big like that. Tell the truth. You love a big cock that just jams away inside your sweet hole. Eh?" He didn't wait for any answer. He just continued to ride her fine long channel, sending his rod as high and as far as it would go. She was all slippery flesh and squeezing satin muscles. She rolled with the punches and the steady banging in her cunt. "Mmm," grunted Duke, "now you got it."
She pressed her hips upwards. Her legs traveled up around his face. She squeezed with her loins. She' was braced on the small of her back, her buttocks. rubbing at his nuts, his monster phallus jamming her into ecstasy in her twat. She leaked everywhere, spilling out all sorts of juice, especially down, or rather up, Duke's massive rod. "Uuuuuuuuuuhhhh," she grunted, "that's such a big fucking joint!"
"All the better to fuck you with, my dear," said Duke. "Just you remember that, eh?" He continued to snake out her sweet hole. "I love it," he grunted, fumbling with her titties every now and then. Finally he secured a good hold on one of the large mammaries. Because it was so slippery, it took him a moment to place the smooth creamy flesh. But when he did, it was in his mouth with the nipple erect. He tongued and licked while his rod enjoyed the fat sloppy ride in her cunt. "This is the flight you been waiting for, Tilda. The one that runs you sky high." He pressed his free hand under her butt and jammed his finger up into her asshole.
"Oh, Christ," she swore. She began yapping in Swedish, moaning and groaning while the blush in her face darkened nearly to purple. "Uuuuuuuhhh," she grunted, feeling his grinding cock and finger in her pelvis. "Ooooooooh, shit."
"Yeah," said Duke, continuing to pressure and drill the two holes. "You like it, eh?" He jammed his middle digit all the way up her bunghole. Meanwhile, his cock felt the explosion in her cunt as she entered orgasm. Her climax squeezed his dick like it had never been pressed and rolled before. He could feel the long tubular muscles of her crotch going to work to bring him into a new high. "Fine," he said, "good." He could feel her juice and sap and grease-and everything that was in her pussy-boil up and swell out of the container itself. She leaked out along the backs of her ass cheeks into a puddle under, them. Duke kept jamming his cock and his finger into her two holes, and he kept close track of her nipple with his mouth, too.
"Ahhhhhh," she cried, "yeeeeeessssss." She jerked her hips and stimulated some trigger in Duke's prick head. He fired. The come added to the boiling mass of liquid which seethed in her pussy. The juice went flying around his boner until finally his orgasm was over. "Yeah," he said, pulling his branding iron out of her hot twat. "Look at all that juice!" The scuzz leaked out of her pussy. It dripped down in a steady gush. There was greasy fluid everywhere. He let her legs down and there was a slopping noise as the juice squished out of her cunt. He reached a hand in and out came his finger covered with ooze. "Lick it," he told the girl. "Lick it all off."
He stuck his finger in her face. She opened her mouth. He reached in and her tongue curled out and around his jism and clit-juice covered digit. She swabbed his finger and the one next' to it, with her long wet mouth muscle. She was really getting into it, after a couple of licks, so Duke went back for more. He stuck his hand into her pulsing pussy opening and pressed the wet fingers around in her soaking beaver. When he came out he shoved his spread palm up over the girl's face. She licked the palm and when he pulled back, she licked the fingers and the places between his fingers. He stuffed her face with all of his index finger and she sucked on that. He followed suit, and so did Swedish Tilda, sucking and licking his digits one by one.
"Mmm," he said, "finger-lickin' good, eh?" He smiled and showed Arnie, when he was done, his' clean hand. "Look at that, Arnie. She sure knows how to clean a man up."
"She ain't done your cock yet, there, Duke," suggested Arnie.
"You're right," said Duke. "Here you go, baby." He held up his prick and showed Tilda. "Eat it."
She understood immediately and came swooping down with her long lovely tanned fingers spread. She grabbed off the base of the meat and pressed the head between her willing lips. She got a good enough grip with her mouth that she no longer had to hold on. "Mmmm," she hummed, "cleaning your joint can be fun." Then she popped the pecker back into her face and again let loose with her hands. Her fingers went kneading the flesh of his butt while her tongue cleaned and sucked on his hog. "I love it," moaned Duke, as he watched Tilda finish up. "I absolutely love it."
Soon she'd completed the task of sucking the Texan's big hog. She rolled off of his crotch. A while later, Arnie and Duke had showered and were preparing to leave. "We'll catch you ladies the day after tomorrow, and we want you good and healthy, eh? So get some rest and be ready to go."
"Yeah," added Arnie. "Make sure you're ready for plenty of butt fucking, lots of sucking, and more fucking in your cunts than you ever got in your whole lifetimes."
They tipped their ten gallon hats as they left the hotel room.
Chapter Eight
The next night Arnie wanted to try and find some new pussy. He just wanted a change of pace. They agreed, he and Duke, to see black Mona and Swedish Tilda, the following day, but that for this evening, they would comb a few bars, investigate some of Sweden's hot spots.
By ten-thirty they'd met themselves a couple of professional hookers in a dive on the main boulevard, near the Consulate. They picked up the girls in ten minutes time, had promises from them that the fucking would be superb-they both spoke English, albeit poorly-and the foursome headed for a hotel.
The girls took care of the details at the desk with money provided by the Texans. Then they went upstairs to a room about as nice as the one that Tilda and Mona worked out of. One of the new girls was a blonde, and the other was a brunette. They were both Swedish, and both were big women with a lot of lusty flesh on 'their bodies. Duke liked the brunette, so he teed off with her right away.
"Come on, honey," he said, pointing to his belt, "come and get it." She leaned down and he got a good long view of her splendid tits. They were big hanging mammaries, long and pendulum with ripe nipples. The caps were darker than the rest of her body, brown with pink tips. And the titties themselves were as smooth as baby flesh, Duke discovered, when he went stroking along them. "Mmmmmmm," he hummed, watching the brunette work his belt undone, "you know just how to do it, honey."
Her nimble fingers attacked the leather and metal buckle. Soon Duke's trousers were loose and the whore's fingers worked into his cotton underwear. She pulled out his hog and said: "Jesus fuck! Is big, no?"
"Is big, yes!" said Duke. "Now get your face going on it."
She looked up and smiled. Then she pressed her luscious moist thick lips around the length of the hog. She slobbered with her tongue, not very delicately, .and wet down the length of his beef. But once she got the head of it between her lips, she was ready to really do fine work. She used her hands to caress the back of Duke's ass cheeks. She reached around and pulled. His standing penis into her face. She worked on the joint as though it were a sweet lollypop. She licked 'and sucked and stroked, always with her tongue, wetting and scrubbing every part of the jumbo.-sized prick. She hummed, too, as did all the professional whores, to make his boner vibrate. The chills started up in his balls and climbed his torso. He reached down and wrapped his hands around her head. He pulled her into his crotch so that most of his muscle disappeared into her sweet face. She licked from inside her mouth as well as she had when the cock had not penetrated. "Mmmm, good," said Duke. "This one here is alright, Arnie. I think we're in for some good sex tonight."
Arnie was busily taking off the blonde's clothes. He didn't pay much attention to what was happening with Duke and the brunette. Once he had the blonde undressed he asked her, admiring her fine long body: "What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Angie," she' said. "My name is Angie."
"O.k., Angie," he said. "Go into the toilet and wash out your asshole."
"Is clean," she said.
"Wash it," he insisted. She left and washed her butt. When she came back Arnie inspected. He pulled the cheeks open. "Good," he said, seeing that the anus was clean. He lay down on the floor. "Come here," he told her. "Sit down." She sat on his face. "Good," he said. "Keep coining." She descended slowly, squatted her hairy notch on his mouth. He reached his tongue up into her pussy, licked it perfunctorily, and then went for his real concern just then, the whore's asshole. Her cheeks spread around on his face and he filled the tube with tongue meat. He licked and sucked and slobbered into the shit tube entrance, making sure as he did that he had himself a full mouthful of butt cheeks to go with it. "I love you, Angie," he said, pushing her up off of his body. "Let's see what your titties are like." She lay down and he pounced onto her chest with his mouth wide open and flying at her nipples.
Meanwhile, Duke had been sucked to a full meaty boner. His cock, thanks to the gorgeous brunette, was standing up at full mast. She had the head shiny, the pole thick and wet, and his nuts were chill covered. She gave the head a last lick, and Duke said: "O.k., on your back. Let's see what we got here." She hopped up onto the bed and was stripped, standing on the bed with her titties flapping, in no time at all. "You like?" she asked.
"I like," said Duke. He had a good long view of her body now. He could see the full contours of her sculpted titties, the fine long nipples, the lovely hanging hair in her crotch. Her bush was thick and tasty looking. He doubted that she was any older than twenty. Her skin was smooth and dark, not brown, but the complexion of a woman who spends time in the sun and is a brunette. He smiled and crawled up between her legs. "You clean?"
"Oh, yes," she promised. He entered her pussy with his tongue wagging. She was still standing, her legs spread. He pulled her ankles out from under her and the brunette went tumbling in front of him. "Now I can get in there the way I like to," he told the whore. He spread her legs and before she knew what was happening, Dude had lodged his tongue all the way up her flesh corridor. "Mmmmmmm," he hummed, flapping around and snaking her out with his mouth organ. "It's a juicy one." He' pulled his face from between the lips surrounding her full vagina. He stopped just at the edge and searched for her clit. At first he couldn't find it. He told her to show him her clit. She reached down and spread her pussy open with her own fingers. She let one flap go and pointed to the clit. "Oh, shit," said Duke, "how'd. I ever miss it?! Must be as big around as a dime. And it's long, too." She let the flaps go closed. He pressed his muscular tongue against the now obvious and firming clit muscle. He kissed it several times, and then he swabbed it repeatedly. He had the young whore juicing in about five minutes. "That's more like like it," he said. "Now we're ready for some nice hot licking in my asshole."
He got up out from between her slender loins and showed her his asshole. "Go on," he said pointing. "Go to it." She grimaced but began eating. She leaned her tongue into the space, but then pulled back. "All done," she said. "Not quite," said Duke. "Hey, Arnie," said Duke, "I got problems over here. Come on over here for a minute and push this cunt's face up my ass. She don't know what a ream is."
Arnie left the blonde behind for a moment and came over. "Come on, little one," he said to the brunette. "You got to get in there and suck out old Duke's asshole. What kind of Swedish welcome you giving us if you don't ream out Duke's butt the way he likes it." He held her there until, she licked and reamed with no hesitation. "There you go," said Arnie, letting go. "How's that ol' buddy?"
"Good," said Duke, "thanks."
Arnie went back to the blonde. "Where were we Angie? You were eating my dick or what?"
"You kissed my tits," she said.
"Oh, yeah, that's right." He sat down with her on the floor and pressed his mouth against her large lovely mammaries. "How could I forget." He stroked one of the big titties with his spread tongue muscle, and then he went onto wetting down the other. He concentrated, of course, on the nipples for a time. Then he sucked up a big pinch of breast tissue, into his mouth, and licked that from inside. "Oooh," she cried, "I like to be kissed like that. I like it very much."
"Good," said Arnie. "Because you can count on a lot more of the same." He rubbed her titties with a lot of passion. He gave her a good long vigorous stroking with his pressing palms. He pulled her titties this way and 'that. When he wasn't using his mouth to kiss her tits, he was kissing her in the face, using his tongue to French her. Soon he turned around on her body and went for her cunt. He left her with his pecker to suck on. Angie did a nice job of sucking his cock down her throat while Arnie went to work in her twat. He filled her up, spread the lips and entered fully, and soon he had her clitoris steaming and ready for some finger flicking. He rubbed a big middle digit against the hot little twat prick, and soon the juice was profusely flowing out of the sweet sideways lips. "Mmmm," hummed Arnie, "that's more like it."
He reached his hands under her butt and pulled her up into his face. One finger went sliding down around and up again, into her asshole. He came up rubbing and pulling on her opened sphincter. The iris muscle contracted around his finger and then it spread wide, as though she were accustomed to accommodating men in there. She rubbed her cunt up into his face in rhythm with his method in her asshole. It was one long rub for her asshole and cunt. Similarly, Angie busied herself with his cock and balls. It was the traditional sixty-nine position and action, only it was Swedish style. "Mmmmmmmm," hummed Arnie. "Terrific!"
Duke had been, since, enjoying the ream out in his asshole. The lovely brunette had suddenly submitted to the pleasure she could get from eating out the shit tube. She was licking vigorously, sucking away and enjoying every minute and every inch of the tube in front of her. She seemed to find the reaming much less of a chore than she originally thought it would be. She scraped away, up and down Duke's groove and tube, rubbing his buttocks from time to time with her hands.
"O.k., baby doll," said Duke, "it's time for a fresh position. You know what I mean? Roll over on your back." He slid away from her and she spread herself out on her back. She seemed to understand these directions even though her English was otherwise very poor. He slid up along her long soft loins and began to rub his galvanized cock head here and there in her loins. He spent a great deal of time getting his meaty joint prepared for the final entrance to her pussy. And while he rubbed the underside of his joint, now a stiff, ready erection, he also kissed her titties. They were large enough that he didn't have to go very far up her chest to get to them. And the nip pies were thick and long. He rubbed his tongue across them and they instantly stood up ready for more.
"You know," she said, groaning and squirming a little, "a Swedish girl likes the fuck as much as the American man, eh?"
"Well, yeah," said Duke, "I would think so." He smiled, winked, and swooped down on her other titty. He simultaneously pushed his pecker into her twat, filled her with his long hard phallus, and she nearly jumped off the bed in excitement. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "it's so fucking big in there."
"No," corrected Duke, "in there is small and tight, but my cock is what's big, eh?"
"Yes, yes," she said, nodding her pretty whore's face. He kissed her and slid his joint in and out of her long narrow channel. The canal was coated with a fresh oozing goo, the kind of juice that if put on anything would make a worthwhile fuck. He jammed in and out until the brunette was blushing and screaming so severely, that he had no other choice but to clap his hand over her mouth. "Shut up," he said. "You'll have the fucking manager up here in five second like that."
"I'm sorry," she said, when he pulled his hand off her face. "But your cock is so big I can't help it." He pulled out a little and then jammed in harder than ever. But now the brunette had calmed herself, and she managed to stifle a scream. She rolled her tight six inch long pussy muscles around Duke's even bigger cock. She milked his rod, the mushroom head, the stem and even the root when he would somehow get it in. She pushed and pulled on the muscles in his butt with her hands which also kneaded his hips when they traveled there. She worked a finger, on, occasion, into his asshole just for a little extra kick. And finally, as he popped his load, she pulled him down close to her face and sucked on his lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She loved the feel of the jism, it was plain to see, and she did like the idea, after all, of having his huge phallus jamming in her pussy. "Ohhhhh," she screeched when he was coming. "It's so much of a flood. I love this, Duke. You are very nice man." Her English was terrible, but her Swedish was great!
Arnie, too, had made significant progress with his lovely lady. He had her on her back, now, and he was rubbing his meaty phallus up and down her smooth flesh. He pushed his penis here and there on her smooth skin. He started down low, between her calves, even, and rubbed the soft flesh there. He continued up between her legs working gradually across her thighs. He pushed her legs together so that he could rub his cock in the smooth skin of her loins without rubbing her cunt. Next, he pulled her legs open and used only her cunt for a quick wet rubbing. He pulled out as quickly as he entered and Angie sighed, "Oooh, why do you leave me?"
"Take it easy, baby," said Arnie, "there'll be plenty more where that came from. I just want to get a little wet, and we'll do some fuck action in a minute. Time for the rub down, though, first." He went up along her smooth belly, rubbing his extended prick along the soft flesh of her stomach and chest. He arrived between her titties. Here he rubbed more slowly, more languorously, enjoying her titties and her smooth flesh around her neck. She took his penis, at one point, with her hands, and guided the spongy, galvanized head into her nipple. She rubbed it for him, against the mushroom colored cap. Arnie concentrated on keeping a sharp eye on his meat against her titties. She pressed' his rod, rolled it with her palm and fingers, along the smooth surface of her chest. Her titties enjoyed the thrill as much as Arnie's cock. He soon had-enough of this rub and moved closer to her face. His cock glanced her nose, her cheeks and forehead. He rubbed along her neck, down and up, back to her lips. She didn't suck him again, at least not yet. He moved sideways, however, between the crack in her lips. Finally, he rubbed down her shoulder with his penis and into her open armpit. She took the cue and flopped her arm closed around his long fat hog. "Mmmm," he said, "that's something new for me. Not bad at all."
She smiled and watched his hog continue to rub between her smooth arm and loose pit skin. He pulled out, however, and shoved his meat back toward her face. Angie sucked it up into her lips. She used her tongue to massage the pink tip. Her wet mouth muscle curled around the base of the mushroom head. She picked out the crown with the tip of her mouth organ, and she massaged it into ecstasy. Chills climbed up the shaft of Arnie's hot hog, ran up his hone to his balls, and up his belly through his neck. In his brain he knew it was nearly time to spray come.
"Baby," he said, "we got to get ready. You give me a couple more licks and then we'll fire when ready, eh?"
"Fire when ready," repeated the Swedish woman, really not understanding his meaning at all. "Yes, yes, very good."
"Good," said Arnie. "Now let me tell you something. I'm gonna stick my pecker in your hole for a while, but after that it's another story all together. You understand? I'm gonna want those long sweet fingers of yours rubbing my dick like there was no tomorrow. I'll be nice and greasy and you can pull me off. How's that sound? I want you to aim it nice and straight. You understand?"
She nodded but it was clear she did not comprehend. "O.k.," said Arnie, "let me tell you like this. Me shoot you in face. Get it?"
"Oooh, yes," she said, smiling. "In face!! In face!" She pointed at her cheek. "Very good," she said. "Very good."
"Finally," said Arnie. "O.k., here we go." He slid down to her cunt and she reached down with her hands to pull the lips open for him. He jammed his cock in and she let go of the slippery flesh pieces. His prick was surrounded by hot juicy twat muscle and slippery walls. "I love it," he said, "we're on our way." He pushed and probed at the inside of her sweet channel. It was all juice. "Yummy," he said to himself. "That's what my kid calls 'yummy'." He continued to tack her to the floor. He wailed his prick in and out of her pussy until it appeared that he was close to coming. He slowed, then, and pulled slowly to the entrance of her hot cunt. He kept himself ready, should he begin to ejaculate, to pull out and aim at her face.
"Mmmm," she said, apparently getting some stimulating affects from his cock against her clitoris, "good. Very good. Nice." She rolled her hips up and sucked his pecker back down the canal. The flesh oozed fresh gush. He could feel her juicing profusely. "Hey," called out Arnie to Duke, "this broad is juicing all over the fucking place."
"Maybe she's coming," said Duke. "Ever think of that?"
"Yeah," said Arnie. "Maybe she's coming." He leaned down and pushed his hog deeper into her pelvis. He could feel the rolling blonde hips jerk him this way and that. She spread her legs and rolled them up around his face. "Remember," he reminded the grunting, gasping hooker, "in the face."
"Oh, yes," she moaned, "face. Face, face, face."
He suspected that she didn't understand, not because of the language, but because of her mounting passion. But he continued to weave his pecker in and out of her cunt. Soon he knew that he would be able to squirt off with just a couple of good hard tugs from her hands. So he pulled out and showed her his flaming rod. "Take it," he said. "In the face, take it."
"Yes," she cried. "Yes." She may not have understood before, but Angie certainly understood now. She wrapped her long Swedish fingers around his hard pecker and pulled on the thing. She juiced it up near her face and chest. Soon he was spraying out come. It was one pulse after another. The wads of jism smacked the girl in the forehead and cheeks. Then they dripped down to her chest. More come sprayed her titties.
Duke lay over on the bed with the brunette. They were laughing 'and rolling around as they watched Arnie spray his sauce in Angie's face. "Too fucking much," guffawed Duke McGee. "Look at the way that boy gets his rocks off. Just too much!" He slapped the brunette's butt. "Ain't that a kick in the asshole?"
Arnie was still juicing. His sperm juice landed on one of Angie's titties. She released one fist from around his hog and spread the come that had fallen on her chest. She rubbed it along her nipple and pressed her hand against her belly, too, to rub more of the come there. "Good fucking God," screeched Arnie. "She loves it, eh?"
Soon he was all shot out. He had no more come to spray on the whore. He lay back with her hand still wrapped around his joint. "She did it just right," moaned Arnie. "Just fucking right." The whore, Angie, spread her sticky wet body over Arnie. She lay down on top of him. She rubbed her wet titties against his chest. She 'started to kiss him, but he pushed her face away. He didn't want jism on his face. She kissed his shoulder and rubbed her slimy wet body against his sweating physique. She enjoyed the Texan's hot body as much as Arnie, enjoyed her Swedish cunt. It was double pleasure for them both.
After it was all over the two Texans washed up. They showered and finished getting cleaned off and then went back out to the hotel room where the two hookers waited. "You know," said Duke, "I kind of think that we should have all four of our friends together some night. Know what I mean? We'll get Mona and Tilda and these two and we'll throw ourselves a real shindig, eh?"
"Not bad thinking," said Arnie, rubbing his hands together. "I can just see it now. Girls all over my face, all over my hog, sucking and licking. Here a mouth, there a mouth, everywhere a lick-lick." He scrubbed his hands again. "Wonderful idea." He patted his partner in whoring on the back. "Let's get outta here now."
They took the number for the two hookers. They paid them something extra, just to be sure that when they called them later the girls would come running. And as they made their way down the stairs, Arnie and Duke could hear Angie and the brunette laughing and giggling, obviously pleased with their money and their customers.
Chapter Nine
The two Texans met up with Mona and Tilda as according to plan. The girls were dressed similarly, in matching hot pink sweaters and white slacks. Of course, it was easy to tell black Mona from Tilda, the Swede, but they looked cute. As well as hotter and lustier than ever.
On the way up the stairs Arnie grabbed Mona's buttocks with two hands, one for each well rounded cheek. He squeezed and the whore screeched out a giggle. "Oh, you nasty fuck, you!" But it was all in good spirits, mostly because the girls were enjoying themselves and the money they'd been making fucking for the Texans.
In the room, now equipped with two beds, as per Duke's instructions to the clerk downstairs, the girls undressed quickly. They seemed especially hot, perhaps because of the twenty-four hour interlude when they hadn't been with Arnie and Duke McGee. They were naked and bouncing around on the beds within a minute after the door was shut behind them.
"Look at these ladies go," said Duke, pulling his belt undone. "They're so hot we're gonna have to lasso 'em, Arnie."
"Yer not kiddin'," said Arnie, his eyes lighting up when he saw Mona's big gorgeous notch. "She's leakin' already," he observed, pulling off his trousers.
"And that hog of yours," retorted Mona with one sharp eye at Arnie's pecker, "is not the softest thing I ever saw, neither." She laughed and flopped down on the bed. "Come and get it, Texas," she said, holding her legs and her pushy lips open for him to see. "See if you find something nice in there to take home for your Texas wife. Ha, ha, ha, ha." The girls were both rowdy and ready, ready for all the hot fucking that Arnie and the Duke were about to provide.
"Come here," said Tilda in her sexiest whisper to Duke when he sat down naked beside her. "Come on over here and give your favorite lady a little kissy."
"Ain't she sweet," said Duke. "As if I wasn't gonna just stuff her full of the hottest come she ever did taste in that sweet Swedish pie of hers. You spread out those legs of yours, baby doll, and little ol' Duke McGee, the Prince of Dover City, Texas, is gonna give you some of the hottest meat you ever did feel! Yeah!" She spread her legs as instructed. Her long blonde loins shivered and chills climbed her hips. Her titties were firm and upright, ready for all the rubbing and sucking that Duke had in his mind to give them. And her quick blue eyes, shining as bright as ever, were sparkling and smiling at him. Just like that sideways smile in her heart-shaped pubes. "Come on," she said. "Come on." She reached down and held her pussy lips open. "Come inside my twat, Texas, and I will give you all the love you want."
Duke smiled with glee. He ran a hand down Tilda's silky loin. He didn't stop at her bush, either. He just kept right on going, all the way into her channel. His middle digit picked out the target and rammed straight into the slippery wet groove. He had no idea how she did it, but she was always wet and ready, always filled with hot ease juice. Maybe, thought Duke, she was already to fuck, the way some people are always ready to eat or drink. In any event, he was happy to discover that the slippery folds of her inner pussy were as greasy with clit juice as they could possibly be. "Mmmm," she hummed as his boney finger rode up inside her body. "It's about time."
"Get this," said Duke. "She's so hot that she's dying for it." He snaked his digit around to make sure that every crack and crevice of the twat flesh received the best feel possible. Then he pulled back a little, adjusted his body in front of her mound, his head closest, and did a bit of careful inspection. When he espied her clitoris, erect and ready as could be, the next thing he did was obvious: he pinched it up between his fingers and made sure that she got the kind of tweak that would send her through the roof. "Hot fucking damn," he said, grabbing the clitoris with both fingers, "this thing is as slippery as a toad in slime." He pulled it though, and off went wet Tilda's wild pussy, another step closer to climax. "Uuuuhh," she grunted, "I love you."
She rolled her hips with even the first press to her clit. And then, as Duke's manipulation of not only her cunt-prick, but of the hole itself, grew stronger and more vigorous, she began to roll and squeeze. "Come on," she begged, "you must enter me. You must fuck me now. I am ready."
"Say," said Duke, "who's paying who, young Swede? I'll fuck you when I'm good and ready."
"Oh, God, shit," she moaned in exasperation. "I wait for a full day for your cock and now you won't give it to me. Shit."
"She sure knows English when she wants it, don't she?" said Duke. "O.k., sweetheart, just a few preliminaries, and then we'll get the real McCoy underway." Duke started up with the "preliminaries," which happened to include a ream in his asshole, a ream in her asshole, a rub to her cunt, a kiss or two to her nipples, and a lot of French kissing, while Arnie and Mona were busily starting their screw, too.
"Mona," said Arnie in a secret whisper, "why don't you do whatever you want. You tell me how it's best and I'll buy that."
"I like something special," she said. "If you don't mind."
"What's that?"
She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his ear. She whispered. Arnie sat back. "Yer kiddin'? A pretty girl like you? I don't believe it."
"Come with me," she said. She led him by the hand to the bathroom. There she climbed nude into the tub. She spread her legs. Her mound was pushed out and spread open. Her arms cupped the sides of the tub, her feet straddled the end of it. "Now get up on the edge," she directed Arnie. "Stand up there and you can aim." She reached her fingers into her pussy and pulled her twat wide open. Then she let go of one side and located her clitoris. She rubbed the meaty little pussy-prick up and down. She fingered herself and made sure that there was plenty of passion in her loins, in her pelvis. She looked up hungry and suddenly wanton and afraid, up at Arnie. "Ahhhhhh," she said, "I'm ready. Be sure to get it in my face."
"You sure this is what you want?" asked Arnie, standing over her with his feet planted on either side of the bath tub. "I mean it don't seem like necessarily the best thing for ya."
"Please," she said, fingering her clitoris, "start now." She rubbed herself vigorously. "While I'm hot!!"
He began to urinate on her body. He pissed on her legs and her thighs, and on her belly and around her twat. He covered her with urine, sprayed it everywhere. It went sliding between her titties, bouncing off of her tits, showering her face: It hit her in the cheeks, in the tits, in the belly. She turned sideways midway during Arnie's mixturation, and pointed her butt up at the gush. It sloshed down her ass crack. The warm yellow fluid was everywhere, and everywhere, with her free hand, Mona rubbed it into her flesh. She continued to pull on her clitoris at the same time, moaning, "Oh, shit, God, yes!! Yes, I love it. I love it!" She rolled her body and, as Arnie finished peeing, she came. Her hips shook violently and her climax was over. She lay in the tub with the urine coating her body and wondering if she would ever cool off. "Thank you," she gasped, "that was delicious."
"Anytime, honey," said Arnie. "You take a minute to recuperate yourself, and then wash up good now. In fact, I think I'll stay here and just make sure that you clean yourself just the way you got to so I can get a nice hot fuck. I don't want any of that yellow juice smell on your body when I'm screwing you."
She took another minute to catch her breath from the climax, and then stood up and turned on the shower. Arnie made double-sure that she scrubbed every inch of her body with hot soap and water, that she rubbed in all the various cracks and crevices of her body, and that she rinsed good, too. He wasn't about to go sticking his cock in a piss filled pussy. But the thought did cross his mind that it might be nice and warm. When she was finished washing, he dried her off. He rubbed her neck and her smooth black titties. He took special care to dry her bush and keep it stimulated as he dried other parts of her long black body. She was a perfect piece of ass, surmised Arnie, now that she was totally satisfied and clean. He took her by the hand and started to lead her back to the main section of the hotel room, but she stopped. He turned around and her lips were everywhere, all over his mouth, rubbing his chest, kissing him even on his cock without his asking. "Honey," he said, "you are hotter than ever!!"
Meanwhile, back in bed with Tilda, Duke was splaying his tongue across a big white mammary. He was helping himself to a long tongue full of her luscious breast tissue. She was, also, hotter than usually. Her titties were upright and erect, the nipples were bursting with cherry passion. He licked the little stubs of flesh and pressed them between his lips. He concentrated next on the bases of the mounds of titty. He coated them each with saliva, splaying his tongue everywhere he could, coating her with tongue meat. "Mmmm," he hummed, gorging himself with hot breast, "I love these boobs, baby Tilda. You're the sweetest little thing I ever did eat. How old you say you were?"
"Seventeen," she said. "Seventeen a few weeks ago."
"Ain't she sweet," he said, kissing her cherry nipples again. "I love it." He went down to her belly and felt the tender flesh of her stomach against his face. He worked out on her hips, rubbing his open mouth across the narrow patch of tanned flesh above her cunt. He landed finally in her well-greased honey pot. He slid his tongue in and made sure to rub it up good. He couldn't get over how easy it was to lick out this particular pussy. She was as sweet as the best pie he'd ever had. He loved the feel of her vaginal lips rubbing and juicing around his tongue, sliding up against his face, making the eat-out a passionate affair. "Baby," he said, taking a breath, "if I could bottle the smell of that cunt there, I'd be a millionaire for the rest of my life without collecting another cent from my oil wells."
"You are pleased?" asked the Swedish girl as she watched him eating her cunt. "You like my twat?"
"Yes." Duke looked up over the mound, between her big mammaries, into her eyes. "I love your twat. I'm very pleased." He went back to sucking on the girl's clitoris, rubbing the vaginal folds, dipping every now and then into the slippery flesh inside. "Uuuuuhhhhh," she grunted, "ahhhhhhh." Her hips began to twist. She rolled her pelvis and her belly at him. Her pussy mashed against his face. He used his tongue to make sure that she continued to enjoy the fabulous high. Her beaver pie rubbed into his mouth and he took advantage of it in the best way possible.
"Uuuuhhh," she grunted again. "Ooooh, shit, I love to be eaten." She humped her face up and down in front of his wild tongue. Soon he was sliding up along her body and preparing to jam his cock into her cunt. "Honey," he said, "you get ready."
"I'll trade you," said Arnie who just then came back to the room carrying Mona. The black hooker was pressing her lips up against Arnie's neck as he walked her over to the bed. She was bending his ear with her tongue and giving him kisses that were just short of leaving hickeys. "God damn," retorted Duke, "after all the work I did on her you want to take over now?"
"Look at this one," said Arnie, flopping Mona down on the bed. "You ever see anything hotter?"
"Yeah," said Duke. "This pussy right here. You can have her when I'm done." With that, Duke slammed his cock up into the soft well he'd so carefully prepared for fucking.
"Ahhhh, Christ," moaned the whore. "Shit!" Her hips jumped with excitement. She rolled her crotch around and around on Duke McGee's Texas hog. She climbed and inched her way up the snake of flesh. Soon she had him fully mounted. She had her pussy lips wrapped around the most remote portion of his root. She sucked with long tubular vaginal muscles. The muscles squeezed and rolled across his hot pecker. She literally tried to suck the jism out of his penis. "Ahhhh," she moaned, reaching her hands to his butt. "Let me feel your ass." She grabbed a hand around each ass cheek. She flooded her cunt, at the same time, and squeezed his buttocks. Duke's rod went pounding forward, drilling the hole, filling it up with all the hot meat she could possibly want. "Yeah!" he hollered. "Perfect!"
"Shit," grunted Arnie. "I guess we better get started there, tar baby." He pushed his body down between Mona's sweet black legs. He applied his pecker to the entrance of her sweet tube, and then jammed hard. In one terrific stroke loaded with thrust, he cleaned her pussy with his meat prick. "Mmmmm," she hummed, raising her legs around his face, "you like a nice flesh pie, eh?"
He jammed harder and faster. He let his cock work up and down against her hot little clit. He pushed and pulled, in and out of the hot slippery flesh, and a moment later, even before Duke who'd started much earlier, he was sending a load of jism into the back flesh canyons. "Uuuuuuuuuhhh," grunted Mona. "I love it. I love it."
"Me, too," said Arnie, pulling his pecker out of her cunt. "Me, too."
Mona went leaping down to his crotch. She pulled his fuck-stick up into her face and leaned her lips into a perfect blow job. She licked, rubbed, tongued, swabbed and splayed her tongue across the terrific and powerhouse joint. "Mmm," she hummed when he was all clean, "you are a super fuck for Mona. The best!!" She tugged on his hog one last time, just to be sure he was listening, and then licked just the head. Then she lay her head down in his lap. They both watched Duke finish off his fuck with Tilda.
Tilda had taken to moaning and groaning with the great lust that she felt in her fine long body. Her titties were cherry red and blushing even more. Her nipples were upright and Duke had one of them in his face He rubbed his lips back and forth across the cherry flesh, making sure to give her a perfect feel. Not even for his Texas wife at home in Dallas did he spend so much time and concern. But then again his wife in Dallas wasn't a Swedish teenager, either.
"Uuuuhhh," she groaned, throwing her hips, and her mound, up and down along his massive joint. "Oooh, shit," she yelled. "This is the best yet, Mr. Duke. Really the best."
He reached under and took her ass cheeks in two hands. He spread the buttocks, pulled them apart. Then he slammed his finger up into her asshole. "Oooh, God, yes," she moaned, grinding on his cock even harder. "Yes, rub it up good." He slipped his finger all the way up into her pelvis. He jammed so far into the tube that he though that he would be ripping the young girl's asshole to shreds. But instead of that, she yelled with ecstasy: "Oh, yes, squeeze it. Give me more and squeeze it." He rubbed his finger .against the sphincter, pulled it in several directions, and finally he yanked his digit out. He wiped it off on her ass cheeks and then took to rubbing just her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them with his long boney fingers. "Ooooh," she moaned, "bang me harder. Bang me hard."
He rammed harder and faster than before. His rod bore into her like a tempered drill. He could take all the heat she had to give. He could feel the juice sliding down around his flesh prong. She was coming like a motherfucker, juicing all over the place. Everywhere there was ooze and fresh gush. Her muscles were grabbing him so tightly and so firmly that he was about to come without even trying. He loved the feel of those satin flesh muscles grabbing and teasing his rod, milking it, rubbing the come out of it. He let go with a wild, Texas hoot, a howl that scared everyone except Tilda. Because she was the one who could feel his hot pudding filling her up. He was ejaculating all over the back of her cunt. "Mmmmm," she murmured, pulling him down around the neck. She forced his face close to hers and filled his mouth with hot tongue meat. "Mmmm," she sighed, "yes."
He broke away when he'd finished squirting off. He pulled his prick out of her Swedish pie. He smiled and lay back on his butt. She came down into his crotch and smiled at the big greasy hog. She licked it from the sides and up and down the shaft she slid her mouth. She landed her tongue in his nut nest, just to make sure that his balls were clean, and swabbed the egg-shaped rocks. Soon she had his goose bumps floating around his legs, chills crawling up and down his belly, and her hands were fooling with his butt. She indicated that he should turn over, which Duke was happy to do, and she tongued out his asshole.
"I can't believe my eyes," said Arnie. "That baby gives the best treatment I ever saw a woman give. Un-fucking believable!" He rolled his eyes as he gazed on Tilda's young tongue reaming out Duke's butt hole.
"You're next," said Duke. "Just hold on another minute and you're next."
"Alreet!" hollered Arnie. He turned to Mona. "No offense darlin'," he said softly.
"I'll be happy to ream you out," countered Mona.
"Why didn't I think of that," said Arnie. He lay down and spread his legs. Mona went right to work eating his asshole. "Nice," he grunted and groaned from time to time. "Just right."
And when Arnie had had enough from Mona, Duke had finished by then with Tilda. She went promptly to work on the next man in line. Arnie didn't know what to say. It was the best of all possible worlds. He rolled over on his back and Tilda started licking his cock clean. She rubbed her hot wet tongue against his joint. Soon he had no excuse for the licking he was, getting. That is, he was as clean as a whistle. He leaned down and kissed Tilda long and hard. He filled her with his tongue. Then he whispered in her ear: "Go clean up and come back. I'll fuck you again." She smiled and went on her way.
A few minutes later Arnie had fucked Tilda with great passion and, of course, with a big hard-on that shot a huge wad of jism. Then he flopped over and started to sleep. It was Duke who got everybody together. The foursome, after a brief nap, hit a couple of bars for drinks. Late that night they fucked the girls again before going home to sleep.
Chapter Ten
"This is gonna be great," said Arnie. "Do you believe it? We're gonna have four fuckin' whores for just the two of us? What the hell are we gonna do with all that flesh?"
"I don't knew about you, there, Arnie," said Duke, straightening his hat, "but I intend to fuck each and every one of those hookers, in every way imaginable."
"No way," said Arnie. "That's at least four fucks for each of us, and there ain't no man in his right mind gonna do four fucks in a night."
"I knew a guy," said Duke McGee, "who used to do five a night. Just to make sure the girl remembered who he was. He said that otherwise he'd call her up and she'd say 'What's yer name?' and he'd always have to be remindin' her who he was. So one night he fucked this broad five times in about four hours. And there weren't no way at all for that bitch to forget him. Kind of like he carved it into her with his branding pole, eh?"
"Yer nuts," said Arnie, finishing off the shine on his boots. "Yer absolutely nuts."
"Oh, yeah?" said Duke McGee. "Well, jes as soon as you got yer shoes polished, we'll go see how nuts my nuts are cause I'll be ridin' each an every one of those fuckin' hooks before down."
With that they made their way to the hotel where the orgy was to take place. The Texans found the lovely brunette and Angie, from two nights before, sitting and waiting in the lobby. The Duke took them by the arms and smiled, just as he had a few days before when he reconnoitered with Mona and Tilda, and led the young whores upstairs. Arnie trailed behind, grabbing a piece of ass every now and then, wondering how he could possibly fuck all four women in one night. He expected he could get sucked by four of them, but not to ejaculation. He figured he would enjoy four hands wrapped around his crotch-muscle, but not four hand jobs. And he certainly wanted to be sure to run his rod through three or four cunts, but he certainly couldn't figure out how in the world he would be able to douse those four vaginas with his hot pudding.
Upstairs when they entered the hotel room, Duke, Arnie and the two whores were surprised to find Mona and Tilda already going at it Duke put down a sack of full champagne bottles that he'd brought along for the occasion and stood and stared just like everybody else. Black Mona had her face buried between the Swedish girl's pretty long legs. She was licking her pussy out. "Well I'll be damned," said Duke McGee. "I guess were a mite late for the action." He whispered so that everyone could keep watching-as if a sound or two could interrupt the two women. They were enjoying themselves so much that even the end of the world wouldn't have mattered to them.
"Alreet!" hollered Arnie. "Come on. They got the right idea. Let's get started." He shut the door and locked it, and then he started undressing. Angie and the brunette started undressing, too. They helped each other and giggled in Swedish. "I'll tell you what," said Duke, loud enough that the two women eating each other out on one of the two beds could hear, "You two get yourselves ready and-"
Then the two whores looked up. "Oh," said Mona, "we didn't know you were here." She wiped the juice from her chin. "Come on, Tilda, we must' be more lady like." Tilda laughed. So did Arnie and Duke.
"Don't that beat all," snarled Duke. "More lady like! Ha, ha, ha! Let's get this fuckin' orgy on the road!" With that, everyone who was not yet naked stripped completely. Soon the room was filled with the laughter and the giggling of the four naked whores and the two Texans.
"Well, now," said Duke, "I think I might just like to start off with a little suck action from you, darlin'." Grabbing Angie, the blonde, he started toward the far bed. Then he turned and said to Mona: "You too, Mona. Come on." Mona slung her arm around his shoulder and they all three headed for the bed. Duke stretched out first, naturally, and spread his legs. His cock was firming but not erect yet. "Who wants to suck it, eh?" Mona smiled and leapt for his hog. He lay sideways, his dick in her face, and he directed Angie to his asshole. "Get on in there, Angie, darlin', and make yourself at home." He watched lovely Angie brush back her hair and lean sideways between his ass cheeks. She sucked on his asshole and filled him up with fresh tongue. Her titties went rubbing against the backs of his thighs. She used her hands to keep his buttocks spread so that her tongue could do an especially nice job of reaming his bunghole. She buggered his butt with her long wet mouth muscle.
And Mona was busily applying herself to his prick on the front side. She'd wrapped her luscious black lips around his joint. She was getting her tongue going at full speed. She licked and swabbed his meat, made sure that it was properly coated with saliva before she actually sucked the mushroom head as far down her throat as possible.
Duke faced the other bed and to his surprise he discovered that Arnie was only working on one of the two remaining whores. He had the brunette sitting on his rod. She was swaying back and forth with her hands pressed on Arnold's chest, his massive meat stuffed up her cunt. So Duke called to Tilda to get her butt in gear and to come on over and join him, him and Mona and Angie, that is.
Tilda slithered up onto the bed and spread her legs around Duke's face. "That's more like it," said Duke. "Get that meaty little twat of yours going, darlin'." He pulled her up alongside his face. He dove his tongue into her hairy notch, filled her full of saliva and tongue meat, and Then took to licking her full clitoris. He rubbed the slippery little button back and forth and watched the juice pour out of the hole. There was enough of a gush to consider the eat-out well under way. It was a long slippery slide for the sides of his face,' and a pretty good ream for young Tilda's vagina. "Ahhhh," she said softly, "I love to be eaten!"
Duke couldn't believe the incredible pussy feel he had in his face. Nor did he really believe that he had at the, same time a tongue wrapped around his cock and another sucking and licking in his bunghole. He had, in fact, to pinch himself just to-be sure he wasn't dreaming. He felt Angie's sweet tongue rubbing in his ass crack, and that convinced him of at least one of the women. He felt the long coiled tongue from Mona's black lips curling around his hot rod, and so he believed that she was there. And as for the pussy in his face, it was self-evident. "Whoopee!" he hollered into the quim. "This is the way it ought to be in Dallas!!" He had three whores gathered on his body, and each was more beautiful than the other. "Six titties," he thought to himself. "This is a fucking orgy!!"
Meanwhile, Arnie was making do with only one hot cunt shuffling up and down on his rod. The brunette from two nights before was swinging her pussy around and around and bending his joint in circles. He, too, was in ecstasy, until, that is, he looked over and saw how many women Duke had tending his body. "Say," said Arnie, "how'd you rate? I paid half of the bill here, what's the fuckin' story?"
"Mona, dear," said Duke McGee, "do old Dukee a favor and go on over to the next bed there and sit on my buddy Arnie's face, eh? Will you do that sweetheart?" Mona stood up off the bed, reluctantly leaving behind Duke's hot buns. She slid up, however, onto Arnie's anxious face and planted her cunt and asshole over his mouth. She squatted down so that her mammoth black pussy filled his face. "Mmmm," she hummed as Arnie's tongue rode up inside her pelvis. "That's nice."
"You ain't kiddin' me, it is!" said Arnie, talking to the cunt in his mouth. "I just about love it to death." He angled his tongue and snaked out the black whore's hot box. He licked at the lips of the vagina, the precious labial lips, and 'he coated the erect clit muscle with long, wet swabs from his mouth muscle. He reached up with his hands-to do so he had to let go of the brunette's full Swedish tithes and grabbed Mona's hot thighs. He pulled her crotch down fully into his face. He rubbed her loins with his hands while his tongue toured the deep insides of her slippery hole. It was all juice and mysterious folds of flesh as he journeyed here and there with his long, fat tongue. "Mmmm," she murmured, "I love it, Arnie. I love it." She had only to look down between her legs to see his face in her cunt. "I absolutely think it's the greatest!"
Meanwhile, Duke had rolled onto, his back, too. He had lovely Tilda .with her thighs spread on either side of his face. One loin pressed against his one cheek, one against the other. He was loving every minute of the hot beaver which, as a result of her straddled thighs, hung in his face. "Mmmm," he hummed, "delicious." He rolled his tongue in and out of her hot pussy.
And sitting on his hog with her mouth was Angie. She had her wide lips and lovely tongue muscle busy at stroking his cock. She spread her lips down along the side of the shaft and sucked. She licked with her mouth muscle. And her hands worked his balls. "Jesus," cried Duke, "this is too fucking much! I ain't gonna be able to make anyone in Dallas believe I had such a great time here. You know that, Arnie? Who's gonna believe us when we tell 'em we had two fuckin' whores sitting on our faces and jumping on our hogs. Whoa!!"
The cunt in his mouth, Tilda's, had begun to juice. She was just about to come from the excellent licking he was giving her clitoris. She swayed her hips and her legs back and forth along his face, and he stuffed his tongue even harder up her pussy. He reached upwards with his hands cupped and landed a good long feel of her luscious mammaries. It was a long press on her chest that triggered the final moment for Tilda. "Fuuuuck!" she wailed. "Shit!" She gushed all over Duke's face.
"I'll be damned," grunted Duke. "Ain't she sweet." He rubbed her titties while she climaxed. He pulled the nipples, squeezed the breasts themselves, and he reached his tongue up high, into her cunt and beyond her clitoris. He sucked up every drop of the precious cunt juice that her pussy sweated out-down his nose and lips and chin. He licked her clit a last time before he pushed her pulsing vagina up off his face. "I fucking can't breathe," he complained, wiping his face of the gush "I just got to get another breath."
But as soon as Tilda hopped off of his face, Angie slithered upwards along his body with her open mouth. She pressed her lips to his belly and around his nipples. She rubbed back and forth across his titties, rubbing the caps and eating the manly tips. She went licking along his neck, too, leaving an occasional hickey just so that he wouldn't forget her so quickly. She pressed her mouth, finally, to Duke's spread lips and filled his face with her Swedish tongue. She licked his lips, sucked him up in her face, and all the while that she worked with her mouth and tongue like this, she was also running her cunt up and down his thigh. She had her perfectly sculpted legs wrapped around one of his legs. She pressed her erect clit and smooth pussy lips against the 'muscle in Duke's leg and massaged herself, and him, with the wet beaver. "Shit," said Duke, "I don't believe how good you are, Angie. You're just super! Absolutely fucking super!"
Angie continued to kiss Duke in the mouth. She filled his face with her long tongue and rocked her cunt up and down on his leg. Soon she fell between his legs. She worked her pussy up and around his joint and managed somehow to spread her super slick lips around the rod. She rolled her hips and the greased notch rubbed Duke one step closer to ecstasy. "Oooh, I nice," he grunted. "Really good, baby. Terrific!" He reached around behind her and jammed a finger down the length of her shit tube. Maybe it was a lucky stroke, but he managed, in one shot, to not only hit her asshole, but he also penetrated the thing for the full distance. He jammed all the way in and her rear pelvis was filled with finger. "Uuuhh," she grunted. But rather than try to squirm away, she reached down for Duke's fat hog, squeezed it and tugged on the mushroom crown, and then jammed it in her pussy. She sat up on the huge joint, which forced the finger out of her butt because of the angle, and sat down all together. The massive Texas cock went sliding up into the perfect Swedish hole. "Mmm," she hummed, sliding up and down on the rod, "mmmmmm."
"Yeah," said Duke. "Nice shot there Angie. Couldn't have been better." He reached up and took a good hold on Angie's hot nipples. He squeezed and tugged and rubbed away. He massaged the hot melons, gave them the kind of finger and palm treatment that could only make the young woman as hot and horny as possible. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted time and again in ecstasy.
"How about these whores," said Duke to Arnie who was still getting some fine treatment in his mouth and on his rod. "You ever see a bunch of women so hot for sex in yer life?"
Arnie tried to speak, but he had a hot pussy in his face so it wasn't too easy. He did moan and grunt a bit to indicate his feelings, but for the most part he concentrated on Mona's big black cunt in his face. He rubbed it and licked and made sure that he gave her the same treatment she would have had from one of her friends, like Tilda for example. He licked the clitoris and soaked up the juice that was leaking in his face. He rubbed the slippery folds of labial flesh, and he especially concentrated on sucking on the flesh of the clit and surrounding areas. He loved the idea of having a hot cunt rolling around his face, especially one with so much gush to it.
Duke, meanwhile, pushed Angie over on her back. He fucked her from above. He lay his meat all the way up into her pussy and pulled his joint back and forth inside her body. He used the flesh to give him the perfect high. He could see from the blush in her face that she was only a few powerful strokes from orgasm. He pulled back, intending to keep the climax in the future. He rubbed her slippery pussy walls with-just the head of his dick. He concentrated on the hot juicy interior, but he used only the rim of his dick to do so. He was able, also, in this manner, to pull and push on her erect clitoris. In addition, he rubbed her titties. He gave them long powerfully deep rubs. He pushed his palms against her relatively dark titties. He massaged them until he felt how hot they were. Then he reached his hands under her butt and felt up her smooth creamy ass cheeks. He supplied her bunghole with a long middle digit, snaked out her asshole, and left his finger in place piercing her constricted sphincter muscle, "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted, unable to take it any more. "I juice! I juice! I juice!" And sure enough she spread her juice out along Duke's hot cock.
"Ain't that something," said Duke. "I been fucking two or three women and at least two of these fucked up whores have come already. I ain't even had a little orgasm. I'll be damned." But suddenly he felt the urge well up in his nuts. It was irresistible. He had to let go of his goo. He fired into Angie's hot pussy, but not for long. She pulled her hips off his rod and grabbed it. She spread the spurting jism out along her race, down her chest, up and down her legs-wherever she aimed it. She filled her mouth and her eyeballs with it and she shot some of it against her ripe cherry nipples. Finally, she leaned down against the spent penis and pressed her full mammaries around the meat. She rubbed it, and it was an additional greasy slide for both Angie and Duke McGee. "Mmmm," she hummed, "what a nice juice." Her English left something to be desired, but her body made up for that.
The brunette had begun to demand more and more of Arnie. Soon enough she was spread out over his entire body. Her cunt rubbed his cock into ecstasy. She pushed Mona off his face and took over with her mouth. She filled him up with her tongue and rubbed her cunt against his cock. He rolled over on top of her and jammed his prick up her pussy. He slashed at the hot slot and filled it with lots of fresh jism. He spent himself so fast with that woman that he couldn't believe it was over 'when he pulled his hog out of her twat. But no sooner did he inspect his prick when both Mona and the brunette had, hopped onto, his penis with their hands and mouths. For a minute it was a tug of war, but Arnie yelled at them to watch what they were doing because they "might rip it off."
Mona won the battle of the prick and landed her cool lips over the mushroom crown. She sucked the head of Arnie's fat pecker, lipped it, and made sure that he was getting a long greasy feel. She went down on his meat with her tongue, sucking and lapping off the excess cunt juice and jism from the previous whoring with the brunette. She tongued his balls, sucked the rod and nibbled on it like it was a boiled corn cob. Soon, Arnie was as clean as a branding iron. And just as hot.
"Hey," he said, "you got me all hot and bothered, Mona. I expect you'll finish me off, too, eh" He waited for Mona to answer But she was already busy with the brunette 'who had swooped down on Mona's butt for a quick little ream out. "What the hell? Hey, you, come here," he said, grabbing the brunette by the wrist. "Come here and suck me off."
Reluctantly, the brunette gave up her ream of Mona's asshole. She spread her hands around Arnie's joint and tugged. She rubbed up and down until she could tell that he would be juicing in another few strokes. She added to her hand job technique her lips and tongue. She licked the head of the meat with the broadest portion of her mouth muscle. Soon, Arnie's pecker began to throb again. It was twitching and rippling with muscle contractions.
"He juices," said the brunette. "He juices!"
"Stop yer yakking about it," instructed Arnie, "and suck it off."
She leaned down and sucked the rest of his spurting jism into her face. She'd only missed one or two drops by talking. She caught the rest in the back of her face. She swallowed all the come and continued to work out on the hot meat until Arnie instructed her otherwise. He told her eventually that he was finished juicing. She licked out his butt, just to make sure that he was completely satisfied. And then he dozed for a while.
And so it went, all night long, between bottles of champagne and fucks and sucks until Arnie and Duke McGee could no longer fuck. They'd shot themselves out on the four whores.
And they loved every minute of it!
Chapter Eleven
It took Arnie and Duke McGee a good two days to recover from their adventure in Swedish orgy. The girls had been willing to pump and grind all night long. They'd each of the Texans fucked as long and as hard as they could, and only Duke, barely, managed to fuck all four of the women. Or at least that's what he said the next day. Arnie had his doubts about it, but they figured they'd find out for sure when they met the next night with Mona and Tilda.
"O.k.," asked Duke right off, "you tell us: who fucked you all two night ago?" They were in the hotel room, as usual, and as planned.
"Well," said Mona, slipping out of her skirt, "I think that you fucked three of us, Duke, and that-"
"And Arnie," continued Tilda, "screwed the other three of us."
"Now wait a second," said Arnie, taking off his ten gallon hat and starting with his belt buckle, "there were only four whores here the other night, not six."
Duke started to undress. "What she's trying to say is that we each fucked three different whores, but there had to be some doubling up. Boy, we sure were drunk." He slipped out of his trousers and clapped his hands. "Come on girls, we ain't got all night here."
Neither of the hookers had begun to undress. "What's the matter?" Arnie asked. "Chop, chop."
Mona unhooked Tilda's dress, and vice versa. Soon both of the prostitutes were naked. They sat on the beds waiting for the men to catch up. Once Arnie had put his clothes aside he leapt onto the bed with Tilda. "I want to eat some of that delicious Swedish pie," he told her rubbing his hands along her thighs. "I want to get some of that hairy pussy in my face, baby." She stretched out on the bed. Her long supple thighs, her sweet cherry nipples, and her quick blue eyes and luscious tongue all of this was ready for any sex that Arnie might have had in mind. He leaned down between Tilda's open blonde loins and punched her beaver with his tongue. She whistled in astonishment that he was so easily able to locate her clitoris. "You ain't seen nothin' yet," said Arnie. "I'm hot tonight." He lobbed his tongue in and out of her neat slit. His mouth muscle curled around her clitoris and flicked it. Back and forth the flesh piece slid, gently bouncing with each new tongue stroke. Juice dripped slowly out of her formerly dry twat.
Meanwhile, Duke McGee had gone to work on Mona. Or vice-versa, anyhow. Mona had her hands, those long boney black fingers of hers, wrapped around the base of Duke's hog. She fiddled with the pieces of cartilage that made up the hefty flesh stock's support system. She rubbed her tongue along the shaft, and soon she was sucking away with her mouth around the mushroom cap. If she concentrated on any particular spot on his dick, it was the red spongy tip. Her slimy mouth muscle rubbed and caressed the mushroom crown, working a fresh lather up around the head of the bone, helping the erection toward perfection. �Mmmm," she hummed, doing everything she could to insure a hot bone, "mmmmm." The vibrations stimulated Duke's testicles. Chills followed the direction of the vibrations, curled around his nuts and went up along his spine. When the shiver arrived in his brain, Duke shouted: "Holy shit! Look at tar baby work out!!"
He reached his hands to her head and worked her face back and forth across his stick. Her lips slipped on and off of his rod. Soon, without even trying, Duke had the biggest boner yet. He was ready to go wailing, wherever he could, in the black woman's body. "Come on, Momma Mona," he grunted, "roll over and show me a hole."
Mona understood perfectly. She lifted her face from between his legs and out of his hands. She pressed her mouth to his and Frenched him. Her tongue and his caressed each other. The lithe and slippery mouth muscle of the African whore rubbed smoothly across the Texan's fat mouth muscle. She pushed him back wards so that she could work on his entire body. He landed on his back with a lovely black woman rubbing her cunt on his dick, rubbing her tits on his chest, her hands around his butt. Her long kneading fingers worked the hot ass cheeks, and her sweet wet pussy rolled up and down and across his joint. Soon she opened her pussy and used the juice to lubricate Duke's cock. She rubbed her body on his, enough so that he was getting a great deal of stimulation without doing anything himself. The whore knew her trade well, and she was only too happy to share the benefits with whomever was willing to pay.
"Come on," said Duke, reaching around to feel her buttocks. "Let me have some of that cunt meat now." He massaged her ass cheeks, rubbed lightly with his palms, and then he pushed on her hips with both hands. She rose up over his hog. She reached under, between her legs, and with one hand spread the lips surrounding her vagina and with the directed his prick, into the sap producing hole. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted as the long flesh pole wormed up into her cunt.
"Yeah," sighed Duke, reaching up and grabbing her breasts, "that's the way to rub my Texas dick. Now you're talking." He held onto the black boobs and squeezed them. He rubbed the cherry brown nipples and the silver-dollar caps. He tweaked them and moved down to take big handfuls of the smooth titties. "Mmmm," 8he hummed, continuing to roll on his erect phallus, "your meat is especially big today, Mr. Duke."
"Yeah," said Duke. "Very big because you got such wonderful boobs and such fine soft titties. Big because your cunt is so greasy, tar baby. You got everything nice that a big oil millionaire Texan like me wants. You understand."
"Very much," said Mona. "I understand well." She reached down and rubbed her hands into his chest. She worked the muscles in his shoulders and the smooth flesh of his belly. She reached for his hips and adjusted her slippery box on his meaty phallus. When she came down again the fit was even tighter. She worked her pussy back and forth, up and down, around his joint to be sure that there was no portion of fat phallus unused. It was an especially nice thrill for them both. "Uuuuuhhh," she moaned from time to tune as the meat drilled high in her twat. "I love the feel of your Texas hog in my cunt, Mr. Duke."
"Good," said Duke McGee. "Good for you." He crammed up high in her black honey well, searched in there with his flesh quill for fresh slimy ink. "Mmmm," he hummed back to her when he found lots of juice and plenty of muscle power working his mushroom head, "that's the way I like it, tar baby. You keep that up and I'll give you extra money tonight." He continued to fuck her while laying on his back.
Under the constant rubbing of Arnie's tongue, Tilda's cunt had begun to seethe with gush. She rolled her willing twat across his mouth, accepting every slurp of his tongue. She juiced profusely, especially when her clitoris received adequate, if not better than average, tongue stimulation. Soon, however, Arnie grew bored with merely a Swedish pie. He wanted a Swedish blow job to go along with it. So he had Tilda spread her beautiful long body under his. He lay down across .her smooth flesh and filled her twat with all the tongue she could possibly use. And Tilda, as was expected, wrapped her lips around his joint. She pressed her tongue into his rod, rolled it up and down, and soon she had his balls and his dick covered with juicy saliva. She used her tongue the way a painter might use a brush for doing background work: wildly, long strokes. filled with plenty of saliva to coat the entire area. She worked and sucked and licked to make sure that Arnie got the kind of header she knew he wanted.
"That's it!" he hollered, quite satisfied with the work on his joint. "You got me going now, Tilda, honey. You just keep that up and we'll be well on our way to heaven in no time at all!!" He began swaying his hips. He bounced his cock in and out of her face. His mushroom head slipped with a slight tug on every stroke to and from her lips. He banged her face the same way he would have fucked a hot wet cunt. He used her mouth to penetrate with. He jammed her hard and long, gave her a good helping of his jumbo-sized meat. There wasn't much she could do to resist the fierce piercing in her face. "Uuuuuhhh," she grunted as the thrusts doubled up, hitting one after another in her mouth. "Oooohh, aahhhh." She breathed between long sloppy licks at the jamming organ.
"Just another minute or two more," said Arnie, talking into her wet pussy. "You just let me get another feel of your legs and your cunt, and just a little more banging in your face, and ... " But all of that was unnecessary.
Because in the next shot to Tilda's mouth, Arnie began to juice and sprayed his come all around Tilda's face. -He squirted her in the forehead and along her shoulder, and some of his jism managed to make it down her throat, but only by accident. He'd started jerking and twisting his hips so violently that it was nearly impossible for the hooker to keep track of his phallus. But the ride was no less good, for all of that, for Arnie. He moaned and groaned and grunted in her cunt as he spread semen juice all over the Swedish girl's young, supple face and chest. When he was done he rolled out from between her long, soft blonde legs and stroked her cunt with his middle digit. "You know," he said simply, "this is one hell of a pussy here, and you give a fine header, Tilda. Really fine."
Duke McGee was similarly involved with Mona. He had his giant Texas hog deep in her cunt, only instead of her being on his waist, sitting on his meat, he had her on hands and knees. His powerful stroking action originated behind her legs and thrust up under her pelvis into the meaty slot. The pubic hairs rubbed at the side of his joint adding special sensation to the fuck. "I love screwing you, tar baby," he told Mona. "It gives me the kind of fuck I should have been getting all my life. I don't know what exactly it is, baby doll," he moaned between strokes, "but your cunt is something all together different than anything I ever found in Texas. I fucked a lot of whores there, too. I fucked Mexican whores and Spanish women, and I screwed my brains out with a lot of number one Indian ladies, too. None of 'em compare to the fuck you been handing me these days here in Stockholm."
"I feel the same about you," grunted the black hooker. "I mean this has been a very pleasant week for Tilda and I."
"Good," said Texas Duke McGee, sloshing his cock again and again in the young woman's pussy. "That's good, 'cause I am going to see you get properly rewarded for all you been doing for me any my buddy, Arnie." With that he pulled his hog out of her wet cunt and slipped it up along her ass cheeks.
"What now?" asked Mona, shaking her butt.
"I just want to get another quick feel of these soft moons, honey. That's all." He rubbed his pecker along her ass cheeks. He enjoyed the slide between the slippery walls of her butt. Then he started working his way down, holding the whore's butt open. He used his palms to massage the ass cheeks apart. He rubbed his phallus up and down on the crack. Finally, pulling the sphincter open with one finger, he decided it was time to enter. "You get ready, black Mona. I'm gonna give you the old American shove in the asshole, honey. You smile right nice so you can enjoy every minute of it, tar baby." With that he jammed his huge Texas prick right down her shit tube. He didn't give her much warning, really, just shot down the tube with a big toothy grin on his face, filling the whore's butt with his hot greasy hog. He reached around in front and took hold of her pussy with both hands. He located her clit and scrubbed it with his fingers. He pushed it like he would have popped a pimple, from both sides. The thing went sliding back and forth between his needling fingers. Soon he shot a finger all the way up the front entrance to her body. He reached his other hand up front to her face and stuffed her mouth with his long boney finger. She sucked on his digit, rolled her cunt on his finger, and kept her butt swaying back and forth with his big white dick buried in there. "Mmmm, good!" hummed Duke McGee. "I got 'myself a nice piece of ass going here. Ain't gonna be able to get no one, no how to believe this luscious story. How they gonna believe us when we get home to Dallas, Arnie? You think we should take pictures or something?"
"No way, no how," said Arnie, his head still in Tilda's lap, "do I want pictures of this shit. You know what my wife would do if she even for a minute thought I wasn't here on business? If she had any idea at all that I was out rompin' it up with a Swedish twat and an African Princess?"
"Yeah," said Duke, his pecker still firmly lodged up Mona's asshole, "I suppose you're right. It might be beat just to fuck these babies and forget 'em."
"For sure!" said Arnie. "Call it fuck and dumb fuck at that, and then get rid of 'em forever. Course, you and I can get mighty drunk every now and then and talk about the good old days in Sweden, eh?"
"There we go," said Duke McGee. He wasn't referring to the idea of pictures. He was talking about the sweet, warm chills that were passing up and down his boner as he ejaculated into Mona's shit rump. "Mmmm," he grunted. "So very nice, baby doll. Just right."
He yanked his rod out of Mona's smooth cheeks. "Take a look at that," he directed her. She leaned down and inspected the meat. "So?" she asked. "So suck it," said Duke. He grabbed her head and forced her mouth down to his pecker. So suck it right up and make sure it's good and clean when you're all done." He let loose of her head.
She went about the job of eating off every bit of juice and jism on his rod. She sucked him clean as a whistle. Soon he was bouncing high with a new erection again. "Look at that thing go," he said with enthusiasm. "She makes me hard in a couple of seconds."
He pushed her down on the bed and rubbed his wet, saliva coated phallus from side to side along her legs. He worked up to her titties and banged away for a quick feel of her smooth chest. Soon he pressed both of the big boobs from the side against his rod. He worked the soft mammaries into the shaft of his joint. He pressed the head, using his hand, against her nipples. Then he pressed the same hog area against her chin. She sucked the meat into her mouth and pressed her tongue across it, just to make sure he was getting the right kind of stimulation just about everywhere. "Oooh," she moaned after he pulled his slopping joint out of her face, "I love to suck you."
"Yeah, sure," said Duke. "Good." He rubbed the hot pecker along her face and into her cheeks. He went down along her shoulders and returned to her breasts. He loved the sight of his pink greasy hog rubbing against her smooth black flesh. He could feel her soft nipples hitting his nuts or rubbing against the underside of his joint. It made him happy to know that he'd paid his money and taken his choice in this manner. He was getting the kind of hot sucking and fucking and rubbing that he'd wanted since the day he left Texas two weeks before. He was getting his real Swedish vacation, the kind, of two weeks that he could remember for just about forever. And it didn't really matter if he had to go back to running oil wells and living, in a big house that he hated or playing with his wife's titties that were pale and sloppy now. It didn't really matter if he was never happy again, just so long as he could remember this one quick rub against black Mona's chest.
"Oh, baby," she sighed up to him, "I love the feel of your cock on my body. Makes me feel so fucking fine! I love it."
"Great," said Duke McGee. "I'm gonna go rubbing in your twat again, lust for the fuck of it, eh" He went sliding down her belly and didn't give her much chance to prepare. He popped his pecker into the hole and quickly began rubbing in and out. He felt the juice from her slippery insides spreading along his pole. He also felt the wonderful grip of her slippery twat muscles going to work on his shaft. She worked her insides the way an athlete holds a tennis racquet. She was tight and slippery, ready for every thrust. He snaked out her cunt as long as he could, jamming and running his sword this way and that, bending the pussy tube to fit his special Texas needs.
"Fuck," she moaned, "I love that hog meat, Duke. I loved it fucking me. Take me with you when you go home. Take me with you to Texas."
"Well, well, well," snickered Arnie. "What do you think of that?"
"Shit, tar baby," said Duke. "We can't take you to Texas. Besides, while I got my joint in your cunt is no time to be talking that particular kind of business. You ever see the likes of these whores, Arnie? Take her with me home? Ha, ha, ha, ha. That's the funniest fucking thing I ever heard." Secretly he liked the idea, was flattered by it, but when it came time to be ramming his rod so that he could get his rocks off, that was the thing of prime importance. He jammed down deep, supplied her with all the hot cock he had, and put the idea of love in Texas out of both their minds. His stroking power took care of all of that. He worked his joint deep into her pussy, so deep, that she began to scream and wail: "Oh, fuck! Shit! Fuck me with that mighty prong!"
He rolled his big pecker from side to side in Mona's long tube. Then he felt someone at his rear. He looked back, and, to his surprise, discovered young Tilda reaming out his asshole. She had her sweet narrow tongue gouged into his butt. She was licking and cleaning him out as though she were a bunghole specialist. She licked up and down his crack. She spread her tongue across the buttocks and made sure to cover as much of the ass groove with hot meaty tongue as possible. She used her hands to separate the cheeks. Her tongue took care of everything else.
She'd started up high, at the base of his spine. She brushed downwards to cover the entire space of the groove. Then she pushed her tongue against the balls of his ass cheeks. She rubbed her lips against the fresh buttock feel, and finally, she dove into the hot, anus muscle. She spread it out and curled her tongue into the tube below. "Mmmm," she hummed, sucking on Duke's bunghole, "nice."
"Yer telling me," said Duke, who was still hammering his cock into Mona's black pussy. "I love fucking, you know that, and this here ream in the butt makes it all that much better." He rolled his hips from side to side and then settled into a steady punch rhythm. He banged Mona with his flesh prong while Tilda reamed his asshole with hers. "I love it," he screamed. "I love it!"
Mona reached around the Texan's neck and pulled him down to her face. She stuffed her tongue up into his oral cavity and toured the inside of his mouth. She French kissed him long and hard. Her tongue was wide and sloppy and wet, along with her thick lips. Duke enjoyed it all. He splayed his tongue across her lips, and then across her mouth. He licked her sweet soft skin. And all the time that he was getting this wonderful treatment the tongue in his ass continued to ream his butt out. "I can't believe how wild these Swedish cunts are," he grunted.
Arnie looked on from the sidelines. He enjoyed watching the hookers do an A-1 job on his good buddy. Because he knew that he would be next in line. After another few strokes, Duke began to come. He shot his juice-it was obvious by her wails-up into Mona's pussy and rolled off.
When he had slid out from between the two women, Duke said: "Now that wasn't a bad luck at all!"
Arnie stood up. "Now Mona," he said, "go wash off your pussy and come back here pronto. I want to make sure I get my fair share of that hot lusty lay action you still got in you, eh?" She hustled off to the bathroom. "Hey," said Arnie. "You too, Tilda." He clapped his hands. "Chop chop, we ain't got all night." The Swedish girl followed her black friend to the john.
"Well," said. Duke, scratching his crotch, "what do you think?"
"I think we struck it rich, ol' buddy. These two hookers are the best I ever seen."
"Yeah," said Duke, "I know what you mean."
They had separate beds, and they were stretched out on them. "O.K., listen," said Arnie, "who do you want when they come back?"
"Tough question," said Duke. "I guess I'll take Tilda. What about you?"
"Hey! There ain't but one left," said Arnie with a snicker.
"Yeah," said Duke. "But Mona, she counts for two, eh?"
"Right," said Arnie. "I know what you mean."
Chapter Twelve
The two hookers came back from the bathroom clean as whistles. They took a little extra long, thought Duke, and he suspected that they'd done a little thinking, and maybe a little licking, while they were alone in the bathroom. He had Tilda immediately roll his joint in her face. She got into it right off. And Mona sat down on Arnie's face, just the way he loved it.
"You know what," said Duke, watching Tilda's sweet blonde pussy curve around his leg as she sucked his rod, "you have one of the nicest sets of knockers I ever did have the pleasure of seeing. Instead of sucking me off, honey, why don't you roll those boobs against my pecker. That's what I'd really like right now."
Tilda adjusted her position accordingly. She looked up at Duke McGee with her long blonde hair pulled back behind her head, with her sweet blue eyes as clear as crystal, and said: "I like to do whatever Duke wants me to do." She smiled and kissed his belly while her titties hung over his cock and rubbed lightly from side to side against the wide shaft. His boner took on instant perfection with this deft rubbing. He reached down and pressed the breasts from the sides so that in the space that would be called cleavage were she to have been dressed was his cock, and it received a special stimulation. "Yeah," he moaned, "these are what I call nice big white knockers."
She smiled and kissed his belly. Then she lay herself down flat on his hog. She rubbed her chest back and forth across it. Finally, she worked her hands up around his joint and slipped the head of the meat, after a minor body adjustment, into her face. She licked on it, sucked it, rubbed it with her lips and with her pink cheeks. Soon she had him ready for another orgasm. "Yeah," he grunted, "you get me hot so fast, Tilda, that sometimes I think I don't know what happened." He watched her thick lips continue to roll across his long phallus. "Mmmm," she hummed on occasion. "I like Mr. Duke."
"Sure you do," said Duke. "Sure you do. You like my money, really, bitch. Ain't that so?"
"No," she protested with a fresh blush. "I like the size of your cock, Dukee."
"Sure," said Duke. "Good for you. Sit on it."
She laughed and then worked her body up into position so that she could sit on his meat. Her smooth blonde legs spread out around his hips. She reached down between her legs and managed to open her pussy with one hand. With the other she tugged his meat into position. All she had to do was relax downwards and the strong phallus would impale her pelvis. He would skewer her in this manner. "Go on," he commanded, "slip it in."
Tilda rubbed her open cunt lips, and consequently her fat clit, along the head of Duke's meat before she permitted herself to slip down all the way. But when she did finally descend on his joint, Duke was very pleased with the feel. It was a long slide in, well worth the wait, well worth the distance traveled to get there. "Mmmm," he sighed, "good, Tilda. Very nice."
He reached up and grabbed her heavy boobs. He pulled on the big pink nipples and tweaked them. When he went back for more it was to palm the breasts, not just to pinch off the titties. He rubbed with his fingers, kneaded the soft flesh of her chest, and filled his hands with as much of the big knockers as he could. She enjoyed the feel as much as he did, from the look on her face, and Duke was happy to see that he was pleasing the hooker as well as himself. He rolled his hips up into her crotch to add spice to the already especially nice beginning.
"Ahhhh," grunted Tilda, "that's the reason I like Mr. Duke's hot pecker. You move it right." She swayed her hips from right to left and her squeezing cunt tugged on Duke's hot rod. She especially worked her long pussy muscles up and down on the long shaft and the big sensitive head. She rubbed her twat insides against the mushroom cap. Juice spilled out of her hole down Duke's rod and greased him toward ecstasy. "Baby," he told Tilda, "yer gonna get me so hot I won't be able to do anything except maybe brand your belly with jism." He swiveled his hips and his cock got another tremendous feel from the hot Swedish teenager's lovely honey pot.
Arnie had taken to fucking Mona up the cunt by laying on top, of her. He had his monster pecker running in and out of her twat within seconds after she laid down with him. He knew that this was perhaps one of the last fucks he would have with the black beauty; and he wanted it to be quick and easy. So he even had Mona apply a little Swedish sauce from one of her handy bottles to her already greasy cunt. He slid right in, the moment she showed her pussy to him, and now he was midway in the fuck. "You know what," he sighed, "you got the hottest twat box I ever fucked." She loved to hear him say nice things to her, but just now she was actually more interested in the shape his screwing was taking in her long wet pussy hole. She had a channel full of his finest compliment, his big flesh pole, his fuck stick. "Uuuuuhhh," groaned Mona, "I love this pecker of yours. It's very, very nice, eh?"
"Thanks," said Arnie. "Glad to hear you're enjoyin' yourself." He rolled his muscle through the slippery insides of her sweet cunt. He nailed her hard to the bed, tacked her down, and reached around to play with her smooth buns. He rubbed her titties earlier, and now, pressing his chest against hers, he wanted to get a long feel of her well-rounded black bottom. He jabbed a finger up her bunghole and considered the action in her anus complete. With that he rubbed his prick into orgasm five strokes later, and he flooded out Mona's hot hole with jism.
"Uuuuuhhh," she groaned. "Oooohh, God, I love that fuck juice in me. I love it from you, Arnie. I really do."
He yanked his rod out of her pussy. "Kiss it," he told her. "Go on down on the head of my cock and eat it all off."
She smiled and went down to his hot hog. She rubbed her hands around the base and her long boney fingers aimed the meat, eventually, into her lips. She wrapped her tongue around the wet spongy head and sucked the entire stick with her oral cavity. She used every trick in the book to clean off Arnie's hot rod. She sensed, as did he, that this was probably going to be the last time with her.
Lots of tourists, she knew, came to Sweden just to get laid, just to get their cocks and balls licked and sucked the way the Swedish girls do it, and just because Mona was African, that didn't make her any different in this regard. Arnie was on vacation, and however nice the week had been, it was drawing to a close. So Mona tried her best to make the suck the most memorable one she could. She licked and swabbed his joint until the head was nearly bursting with new energy. Then she capped it off with her mouth and a few moments later Arnie was hollering: "I juice again. I juice!" He used the Swedish expression as some sort of sign to let Mona know that he appreciated the fine suck she'd given him. When he was finished with this last ejaculation, he rolled out from under her face. She licked a couple of times more and then lay her head on his thigh. They watched Tilda and Duke finish up.
Duke had managed to land the hot seventeen year old Swedish whore under him. She squirmed around on his thick meaty shaft. There was no way that she would not be the cup for his jism in about five strokes more. He was nailing her severely, tacking her down to the bed as hard as he possibly could. His long flesh spike was spearing her into the mattress. As they bounced, the springs in the old bed squeaked. And Tilda's hot box squeezed on his fat phallus. He took the last stroke in her hot cunt with a good long grab of her buttocks. He held her by the ass cheeks, rubbed his fingers deep into her smooth young flesh, and jammed his jism up her cunt tube. When it was over he yanked his jism covered phallus out of her sweet tube and sighed: "Baby, you done me up right again."
Before, he even finished speaking about it, Tilda had slid her mouth around his hot phallus, there to rub and suck and lick and swab him clean with her lovely wet tongue. She worked her meaty mouth organ into his hot pecker. And before he knew it, Duke McGee's big joint was as wet and greased with saliva as it had been with twat gush.
They paid the women off and tipped them handsomely when they were ready to leave. They promised to write each other, secretly of course, so that the Texan's wives wouldn't know about the "business" of the business trip. They kissed good-bye, Swedish style, and Arnie and Duke made their way out into the Stockholm night.
"You know," said Arnie, "it's kind of a shame."
"What's kind of a shame?" asked Duke McGee. "That we have to go back to Texas and to our wives and not do any more whoring?"
"Yeah, that too, but what I was really thinking," said Arnie "was that it was too bad, since we're so close and all, that we don't ... ah, it's probably a terrible idea."
"Come on," said Duke McGee, "now that you started my wheels spinning what is it?"
"Well, maybe, since we're so close, is all I mean to say, we should go check out Finland. I hear they got some swell whores up there and ..."
Before he could say another word, Duke had led him to the nearest telegraph office from which they informed their wives in Texas that their business in Sweden was going to be slightly extended. They made their reservations and the following morning crossed the Finnish border. And that's where they began another week of whoring. From there they went on to France, down through Spain, and, somehow, they just never quite ended their Swedish vacation.
