All cunts are not identical! The joker who coined that old cliche 'all cats are grey in the dark' either had extremely limited experience with pussy or simply wasn't a dedicated pussymuncher. Anyway, all cunts possess both individual and general characteristics which distinguish them from one another.
They can be loosely categorized into several groups: thin-lipped, full-lipped, loose-lipped; small, medium, and large; boldly wanton, pristine, succulent and darkly sensual; dry, juicy, very juicy; ruby red, hot pink, and, of course, black. Those general differences, along with the great range of muscular control capabilities, variety of clitoris sizes and nuances of smell, combine to make for great variation in cunts.
The one I was eating was a beaut! Couched beneath a softly rounded mons veneris, shrouded by thick, golden curls of crisp pubic hair, its firm, rubbery labia majora were firm, full and distended to a turgid state by desire. And the ripe velvety thighs and soft, lush ass cheeks surrounding its perfectly symmetrical shape would have made a teenaged girl athlete green with envy.
As my knowing tongue explored the hot, quivering folds of slick wet cunt meat a musky scent filled my nose and made my cock tingle more sharply. I savored the musk and hot thick cunt honey, then redoubled my efforts. With long, tantalizing strokes I licked up and down the bright pink clitoral shaft, sucking and kissing it with relish.
Watching her face through the golden tuft on her rolling, heaving mons, I saw those large, luminous grey eyes clench tightly. Just the bare tip of her pink tongue rolled around the soft, fullness of her sensual lips. She gasped her delight in a slurred, husky voice.
"Oh, Jack! Jack! I never dreamed it would be so ... ohhh God. Yes ... OH YES DARLING ... AHH ... NO ... don't stop ... God, don't stop ... you're driving me ... OOHHH ... GOD!"
Her long, supple fingers clutched my head and grabbed my thick, curly hair, pushing and grinding my mouth harder against her bucking cunt A small ripple of building sensuality caused her to jerk and writhe more violently.
My hands cupped each lush, firm ass cheek and my fingers clutching and kneading them as I sucked and licked. Her mons began to pound and smack against my nose as her lust increased the urgency of her movements. Gliding my tongue down the pulsing, slick shaft, I found the juicesoaked tip of her hard, pulsing clitoris. I ran the tip of my tongue under and around the throbbing bauble several times, felt her gasp sharply, then flicked it rapidly with a long series of sharp, darting stabs.
I felt the orifice of her cunt hole squeeze closed against my lower lip, and her pelvis leapt upward as she arched her back to the spasm of sensual, searing sensation of her building orgasm. I quickly plunged the full length of my educated tongue into the hot, convulsing vortex of her dilating cunt hole and twisted it very rapidly from side to side.
Her hoarse moans turned to cries and then to shrieks of lustful delight as she rocketed upward on the thrust of her powerful orgasm.
In her frenzy she locked her full, powerful thighs around my head and squeezed. They felt like a velvet vise, and her thigh muscles rippled like a python. I thought I would suffocate. Her full hot labia literally enclosed my face and my chin nearly penetrated the orifice of her anus. Luckily, I could hold my breath for a while because she didn't release me until about two minutes had passed. I really didn't care because I knew it was probably the only full clitoral and vaginal orgasm she had ever experienced.
I disengaged myself from her legs, pulled her alongside me and laid her lolling head on my shoulder. Her lustrous, golden hair covered my chest like a silken mantle. She was still trembling from the slowly subsiding sensation of that wrenching orgasm. To my surprise she was also sobbing.
"Hey. Now, c'mon....why the waterworks?" I knew I hadn't inflicted any pain, so I figured the tears were strictly emotion; hopefully healthy.
"Oh Jack, darling, you have no idea ... I mean ... my God, the sensations. ... I feel like ... oh, I don't know how to explain it. I've simply never experienced such ... such...."
"Lust!" I exclaimed. "Don't be afraid of the word, or the sensation. You couldn't feel it if your body and mind weren't built for it. Remember that, you funky cunt."
"Funky cunt," she murmured, "I like the sound. It kind of describes my feeling right now. And to think I used to cringe at such words. God, you must think I'm a dumb, dumb female."
"No, Janet baby, just inhibited," I chuckled, "but you're losing 'em real fast. I told you it would happen ... if you gritted your teeth and opened your lovely legs."
"Yes, master,'* she giggled playfully, then bounced off the bed. "Now I'm sweaty, sticky, and it's time to make my 'funky cunt' all new and fresh."
As she moved toward the bathroom she moved her full, meaty buttocks with deliberate cock-hardening sensuality. Her full ripe ass cheeks fell and bunched in rolling rhythm, grinding lasciviously against each other with incestuous lust.
She paused at the door, turned, closed her right hand over her snatch, clutched one of her proud, full tits with her left and gazed at me with a truly bold, searching look "You're right-you. know;-I am a cunt! A lewd, immoral, wanton, cunt. Furthermore, I love it."
"You ain't seen nothin* yet, cunt. Now wash it!"
As I listened to the shower and savored a cigarttte, I amused myself by trying to imagine what Janet's husband would think and how he'd react when she gave him his Christmas present next month-a new, remodeled wife. And what a wife. The poor bastard would either die from her demands, or retire, cash in his millions and fuck himself to death.
Three weeks ago his wife had been well-known for prissy but elegant tea parties, quiet refinement, polished graciousness and timid endurement of his sporadic lunges into her quiescent flesh, with his million-dollar cock. Half of the time the vapid, obscenely wealthy social set cooed and admired Walter P. Judson's magnificently cultured wife and perfect hostess. The other half they spent indulging themselves in false sympathy as she endured the embarrassment of a never-ending series of discreet affairs in which Walter indulged himself. Until a short time ago it hadn't bothered her very much. Walter always broke off cleanly with his little playmates and resumed his husband role.
She was honest with herself and accepted most of the blame. Walter was a virile, sensual man. Unfortunately she had always abhorred sex and couldn't bring herself to pretend after the first week of marriage. She simply couldn't meet Walter's needs and it certainly wasn't his fault.
Several months ago Walter had involved himself once more, but this time his playmate was a shrewd, clever cunt who knew her man. Furthermore, she didn't plan to have it end as 'just another affair.' She was making rapid progress at persuading Walter he needed a fulltime whore with a wedding ring on her left hand. Janet had been apprised of this by Walter. Instead of bursting into tears she had wisely and calmly persuaded him to agree to a short separation, to be followed by another short reconciliation in the form of a cruise to the south seas. Upon their return, if he still desired a divorce, she assured him a quick, quiet action. He agreed, much to the chagrin of his paramour.
That's when she had sought out the Sherman Foundation for help. For three weeks she had been my charge, project, job ... whatever. She was such a wonderful gal, I'd made up my mind to turn out a miracle. If Walter asked her for a divorce after I finished, he would either be insane, gay, or both.
"Well," a soft voice murmured, "what does my dirty old man have in mind next?"
I could hardly believe that Janet Judson who arrived at my apartment three weeks ago was even distantly related to the naked, wanton sexpot framed in the bathroom doorway. The other Janet had worn her golden hair in a cold, sculptured hairdo high on top of her regal head. Her prim, cool mannerisms matched the starkly tailored suit. Her pristine hips had been firmly encased in a girdle, preventing the slightest hint of butt movement, or curves. I merely assumed she had breasts, in spite of the suit top, which was carefully designed to hide any indication of them.
Now, as I studied them in all of their full, firm grandeur, I understood the depth of that suit designer's skill; such ripe massive globes of pure delight seemed impossible to hide even with a gunny sack. The same applied to the many other lush, ripe assets of the naked nymph I now studied with anticipation. As I lay back, relishing her wanton nudity, my cock swelled and stood rigidly erect.
Her eyes couldn't have been torn away from my proud organ by a team of horses; it was the first time she had actually seen a decently hung male, at least her fascination indicated this.
Slowly, as if in a trance, she moved toward the bed. Her enormous firm tits moved in a rolling, bouncing motion. Pink pearl nipples, normally delicate adornments framed in dusky aureoles, now were jutting hard and erect. The thick silken tuft of golden pubic hair moved sensuously atop her jutting mons.
Carefully, she sat on the edge of the bed, her grey eyes still fastened on the eight rigid inches of my cock. Well, so far she had been the recipient; now it was time she became an active participant The moment of truth had arrived because at no time in the last three weeks had I been able to maneuver her into touching my hard, powerful organ, even through my pants.
"Touch it!" I commanded firmly.
"I ... I want to ... but...."
"Don't think about it; just do it"
"Should I?"
"You must."
"It does have a ... primitive beauty. Yet it repulses me."
"That's in your head. And forget that primitive beauty crap! It's a cock. Primitive yes, beautiful no-at least not in the sense you mean it Jan! It isn't a $500 piece of primitive sculpture in a gallery on Fifth Avenue ... it's a living, pulsing cock. A cock that fucks, baby, fucks a cunt. The funkier the cunt, the better it fucks. Now touch it hold it and massage it! Otherwise go home!" It was now or never, so I didn't have a thing to lose.
The violent sexuality she had demonstrated not ten minutes ago had been very difficult to pull to the surface. Chances were 50-50 I couldn't make it surface again for a long time unless ... unless I could get her to apply it to my cock. She simply had to learn to like cock.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and grasped the thick shaft. For a full three seconds she froze, then I felt her fingers squeeze my shaft.
"Open your eyes, damn it!"
Slowly her long lashes moved, and she beheld her hand clasped around the pulsing shaft of a man's prick.
"I did it, Jack," she breathed, "I did it!"
Tentatively at first, then with a little more confidence, she moved her fingers down along the gleaming white column, into the thick bush of pubic hair; finally her supple, tapered fingers cupped the heavy weight of my swollen testicles.
As she squeezed and fondled my huge globes a fine sheen of perspiration formed on her forehead, chest and breasts. The tempo of her breathing increased. It was a very tricky moment.
Then her eyes looked directly into mine. Small flecks of green seemed to flit about, merging with the cool grey. "It is beautiful; but like you mean, Jack. I feel something happening, here, in my belly." She clutched the creamy soft curve of her belly, just above that golden tuft in her crotch. "A kind of heat, Jack, and my knees feel like melted butter. Oh God! Now my ... cunt. It's getting wet again!"
I reached over to the night stand, carefully uncapping a special foam lubricant I'd received from the Shermans. I handed it to Jan.
"Put this on my prick." She squeezed out a generous amount and commenced smearing it over the entire length of my phallus. In seconds she was done.
"Feel the head. There ... that's called the glans; very sensitive, especially underneath. Now, baby, I want you to pretend your fist is a large, wet cunt and fuck my cock. It's called jacking off. Say it!"
"Jacking off ... yes, I remember a boy in school. He asked me to jack him off," she whispered huskily, her hand gripping my slick, lubricated cock. Her supple fingers slowly began to glide up and down the length of it. Then they gripped harder and moved faster ... and faster.
"Do you like it, darling? Tell me you like it," she implored, her eyes fastened with great intensity on her rapidly pumping fist.
"Oh ... yeah ... now, baby, massage the tip with your fingertips ... , that's right ... OHHH God ... beautiful!" I groaned as the delicious beginnings of a rippling tingle commenced at the base of my balls. I wasn't kidding, I loved it.
As she varied the tempo of her gliding fingers I cupped her right tit and squeezed it. Then I began circling the taut, erect nipple, letting my fingers touch the turgid bud almost as if by accident.
Without a word of prompting she cupped my balls in her other hand, gently at first, then with real relish.
"Ohhh Jesus, Jack! That big, powerful thing is actually throbbing ... like a heartbeat. God, what a wild feeling ... my crotch is so hot and wet ... Jack, Jack!" Her eyes were slightly glazed now and her voice was low, husky and sultry. She was really aroused and her fingers did indeed feel like a big, powerful cunt. She was jacking hell out of my trembling, pulsing organ like a pro.
It was time. I grabbed her by her soft shoulders and pulled her into position between my open thighs. Before she knew my intent I clutched her by the hair and pulled her head down. Then I guided my cockhead into her mouth.
"Jack! Wha uuugghh...." Her exclamation was drowned as I lunged upward, burying my organ in her hot mouth.
I held her firmly. She attempted to pull her head up and eject me, but only once. Then she just knelt there, panting, my organ halfway into her luscious, wide-stretched lips. Her back and buttocks were shiny with the sweat of repulsion, lust and fear.
Then her head began to move up and down slowly over that section of my cock I had managed to force through her lips. A small, rippling shudder coursed through her body, her lips opened wide and nature took over. As I very well knew, most women are born cocksuckers. Whether they ever avail themselves of this talent or not, most women simply love the feel of a big, hard cock in their mouth.
As the rest of my shaft slid deep into the hot vortex of her mouth she opened her throat and took the entire eight inches. Up, up, up she glided, then paused when only my cockhead remained. The wet, soft tip of her tongue explored the glans and then glided under the rim to flick the sensitive trigger spot beneath. I damn near came right then and there.
Abandoning my glans, she commenced licking, sucking and flicking the soft-textured underside of my prick, causing the tingling hot sensation of raw fuck lust to grow to a greater level of pleasure at the base of my balls.
She licked downward until her face was buried in my bush of hair, then burrowed downward, instinctively going for the core of my maleness-the balls. I felt her hot saliva cover them; she sucked one of them into her mouth. She massaged, flicked,, and kneaded it with her tongue, then switched to the other one. Her golden mantle of silken hair covered my belly in rich profusion.
Releasing my testicle, she raised her head, looked at me with lust-glazed eyes and said, "Promise me one thing, Jack, come in my mouth. I want to feel that hot seed ... that heavy hot cream in my mouth. I want to taste it, savor it and swallow ... promise, damn it, or I'll rip that big, beautiful throbbing cock out by its roots. If I'm going to be a real cunt, a hot, randy cunt and cocksucker, by God I'm gonna be the best."
"Suck, baby, suck," I grunted.
She pounced on my wet, sopping organ like an animal, ingested it to the hilt and commenced sucking it in and out of her hungry mouth with wild, plunging strokes. My cock swelled and pulsed as the vortex of her lips and tongue rolled, lashed and flickered around the searing length of pulsing flesh.
Faster and faster she pumped, her ass, tits and torso bouncing, twisting and writhing ... driving me closer to the heights with each lustful movement.
I could feel the molten ball of my hot semen 15 gathering in my scrotum, ready to gush. Waves of raw, searing lust coursed up my spine, down my belly, through my loins and back down to my groin.
"Oh baby ... suck that thing ... yeah ... OHHH ... Jesus! Take it ... take it all, you wild cocksuckin' cunt ... Now! Now! I'MM ... YEOWWWW!!"
My back arched sharply, driving my cock all the way into her throat, and I shot my hot load of gushing sperm into the pumping, whirling depths of her mouth and throat. It came in a series of violent, sharp spurts as my orgasm gripped me.
An enormous swell of searing, raw lust exploded in my guts, rolled up my spine and burst with blinding, dizzying force in my brain. "OHHH ... GOD!!!"
The next thing I knew or saw was Jan. Her voracious mouth was still sucking. Her strong fingers squeezed my ball sac with urgent force, attempting to squeeze another glob of my come from the drained vestibule of my core.
I pulled her head up and my cock slid out. Her lips were dripping with the salty, creamy substance of my come. "Hey, baby, enough! You've drained me."
Licking the come from her lips, she swallowed and looked at me with a smoldering, lustful gaze.
"How did I do?"
"Baby, you're a bona fide, natural-born cockeater."
She seemed amused at that "What's so funny?" I asked. "I was just thinking about Walter. I mean, the 16 first time I go down on him. The poor man will probably faint."
"Faint, hell! You just take it easy the first couple of times; you're liable to kill the bastard," I exclaimed with a chuckle.
She giggled too. "One thing will be wrong."
"What's that?"
"His cock can't hold a candle to that big hard thing of yours. My God, do all men come so much? I must have swallowed a pint of that delicious stuff. I almost choked when it first shot into my mouth."
"Different strokes for different folks, baby. Don't sweat it. The way you eat cock, his will probably grow several inches within a year. Remember, you hungry cunt-it's a muscle, and muscles get bigger the more they're used."
"Wonderful," she smiled. "Now, when do I get fucked for real? I want that huge thing in my cunt!" Her fingers closed over my semi-hard cock and it began to swell again.
"One thing at a time, baby."
"Cliches, always cliches. Well, I know a few, too," she said in a husky voice. "Practice makes perfect. So I'm going to practice."
Before I knew it she had gobbled my cock again and was sucking it with long, gliding strokes. It was obvious I'd get no sleep that night because my cock decided to agree with her, it was responding beautifully.
CHAPTER TWO
Janet Judson was wrong about one thing. I certainly did know how many women had deep-seated sexual hang-ups; Dr. George Sherman and his wife Joyce had shown me the scope of this problem in statistical and emotional terms that would astonish even Janet.
The Shermans had been post-graduate medical students at U.C.L.A., examining and analyzing the basic foundations of human sexuality when Masters and Johnson had published their first studies on the subject. Inspired by the calm boldness of the two Eastern pioneers, the young, dedicated couple redoubled their own efforts while digesting every last detail of the Masters and Johnson data. Several years passed, and the first sensationalism of the bold new sexual frontier died down, at least in the public mind. Meanwhile, the Shermans forged ahead with their own studies, most of which involved clinical surveys among college students, a few call girls and various other samples of the general public.
Funds for their work were extremely limited during those two years, making the results of their studies limited but astonishingly revealing; particularly in one area. While Masters and John son continued to refine and expand their work across a wide spectrum of human sexuality, Joyce Sherman firmly insisted that George and she specialize in female sexuality-mostly because they had such limited resources and couldn't afford to effectively explore both sexes and the variety of problems involved. George had agreed; it made good economic sense and he knew that his spouse had a much better feel for finding new, rewarding pathways in their chosen scientific area.
Their work and fortunes blossomed by a quirk of fate in 1969. They were contacted by a prominent law firm in Los Angeles and informed that a grant had been bestowed upon them for the purpose of pursuing their work. The benefactor had insisted on remaining anonymous, but the grant was not. It provided $100,000 per year for ten years; a million dollars with no strings attached except the usual formation of a non-profit foundation, financial arrangements and records. Thus was born the Sherman Foundation. Within six months a building was constructed, equipped and staffed. The location was chosen with care; a tree-covered, three-acre site near Malibu Beach. It was perfect. Near the congested environs of the sprawling metropolis of Los Angeles, yet secluded from the curious public.
I first became involved after resigning from my commission in the Naval Air Force. I'd given up the military in an attempt to salvage my marriage. Barbara, my estranged wife, had never been able to adjust to my long absences from home; at least that was the rationale she continued to pound home. While never really passionate, our sex life had gone from mediocre to non-existent over a ten-year stretch. My resignation was for naught, because after six months at home the situation became unbearable. Finally we added to the divorce rate, and it was over.
Wifeless, jobless, and with no special skills, I turned to job-seeking as a distraction from the painful wounds inflicted by the tempestuous six months of violent fighting and the cold, vicious ordeal of court orders, lawyers, settlements, and that crowning day when the court made me a single, lonely man.
It was during this job-seeking period that I answered an innocently phrased want ad from the Sherman Foundation. It had simply stated the desire to interview single males, between the ages of twenty-five and forty, who were emotionally stable and without children. Remuneration to be negotiated. In brief, it said nothing at all about the type of work being offered.
My interview with the Shermans, the following morning after I had phoned for an interview, was both unusual and educational.
Seated in their large, well-furnished office, I studied my potential employers while they pored over my resume. George Sherman was a ruggedly handsome man in his mid-thirties. He was a powerfully built guy, with a deep chest and heavy shoulders. Even the heavy black-framed glasses perched on his straight nose failed to make him fit the popular image of a physician. His virility was undisguisable, as was his sharp intellect.
Joyce Sherman, his wife and associate, looked more like a lush show girl than a Doctor of Behavioral Sciences. Even the white medical smock she wore failed to obscure her full breasts and voluptuous hips. A thick, black cascade of lustrous hair hung down in raven splendor over well-formed shoulders. Her enormous, blue-violet eyes were shockingly frank and bored into mine with an almost wicked gleam as she looked up from my papers.
"I see you've recently been divorced, Jack. May we ask why?" she asked, a trace of a grin flickering across her full lips. They were perfect; velvety smooth and sensual.
"Sure, I don't mind," I answered and related my marriage saga.
"Do you feel your wife was at fault?" Joyce asked when I'd finished my dissertation.
"No, not directly," I stated calmly. "It was nobody's fault, actually. We were simply sexually and emotionally incompatible. I suppose, if blame could be assigned, I'd lay it at her mother's doorstep. Yet that's not fair either. Her mother trained her according to precepts of what seemed proper and correct I'm sure thousands of mothers did the same."
"Hmmm...," George murmured, tapping his glasses with a pencil. "Not an unusual analysis, but more deeply astute than you realize; more than the majority of people realize. Jack, in your truthful, objective opinion, how emotionally stable do you think you can be? Honestly, now! I don't want a quick, egocentric answer."
I thought for a few moments before answering, probing my inner self as objectively as possible. 'I'd say I'm above average; the Navy doesn't really dig unstable types jockeying a couple of million bucks worth of airplane around the stratosphere. Now, I have a question: what's the job?"
When George told me, I thought he was joking. Then, as he detailed their work, objectives and services, I realized he was serious.
"Now, let me get this straight," I exclaimed, "you offer inhibited females the services of a gigolo!"
"No, Jack," Joyce snapped sharply. "That's an emotional, non-intellectual response. We offer the sincerely distressed female with deep-seated sexually oriented inhibitions, a sexual therapist who, through a careful program, can make her realize the full potential of her natural sexuality. The process is difficult for her and the therapist. Difficult, frustrating, and many times traumatic. This isn't some dirty, male stud service, my friend. So just forget any such ideas. It's hard, agonizing work which can only be properly performed by sensitive, sexually healthy males with extremely stable emotions."
Immediately, I was sorry and embarrassed at my outburst. These people were obviously sincere, well-balanced and completely dedicated.
"Jack," George said calmly, "your response was perfectly normal. Relax and listen."
For over two hours I sat and listened. Li the end, I too was fascinated by the idea, the foundation and the Shermans.
"I would like to accept the job," I stated. "When and how do I start?"
George heaved a sigh, leaned back in his chair and looked at me with a big impish grin. "I should accept without further ado, then pay you a dollar a week. Aren't you even slightly interested in what the pay will be?"
I'd become so caught up by the scope and boldness of the work, I'd plumb forgot about the pay. "Whatever the going scale is for this kind of work will be fine, Doctor. I need very little really, and I wouldn't have the foggiest notion of what to ask; Christ, there's no job with which to compare wages."
They both chuckled at my dilemma and asked if twenty dollars an hour seemed fair, explaining that their records showed this to average out to around three hundred a week, when a therapist was on a case. I told them it was ample, in fact quite a lot more than I was used to making.
"Fine, Jack," Joyce said. "You'll be paid somewhat less than that while training, but still enough to live on. You'll be subjected to three weeks of intensive training right here at the foundation. Then we'll assign you a case. Report Monday at 9:00 a.m. And please don't be shocked at some of the training; everything will have its purpose. See you Monday."
The interview was over and I returned to my apartment. Over a cold beer and a ham sandwich I contemplated Joyce Sherman's last words. I couldn't imagine what they portended.
The following Monday I arrived punctually at nine o'clock and was wisked to the dispensary for a complete physical. It was performed with efficiency by a handsome brunette doll who answered to the name Gail.
With cool, calm dispatch she told me to strip and shower, then took my blood pressure and scanned my chest with a stethoscope, oblivious to my male nakedness.
I wasn't quite so detached from her voluptuous charms. Her gorgeous body was clothed in a very short, translucent uniform. Her full, ripe breasts strained against the flimsy nylon dress. The outline of two very large nipples was very distinct and appetizing. As she listened to my heart I was almost tempted to touch them. The thought caused my cock to swell to full erection.
She pretended not to notice at first. Then, as she tested for a hernia by inserting her middle finger under my testicles, she smiled wickedly and said, "Well, at least they found a candidate who's hung properly, for a change." With that, she cupped my testicles and squeezed them playfully. "It's going to be a real pleasure, Jack, a real pleasure."
I was about to return the caress by cupping one of those ripe, heavy melons when she moved away quickly, shoving a small bottle into my hand. "Pee in it, lover, that'll get rid of your hard-on." Then she walked briskly into another room, switching and rolling her lush, firm buttocks sensually. It was nearly five minutes before my erection left so I could pee in the bottle. After I successfully deposited my urine for the medical record I dressed. I hurried because to be late for my first orientation would be bad form. As I marched down the hall I was still trying to assess the attitude of that cool, hip nurse called Gail. Somehow her manner and language didn't fit the cool, scientific detachment one usually attributes to legitimate research programs. Oh well, I thought, so who's perfect; maybe she was just bored and decided to break up the monotony. Even so, the picture of her ripe, full ass cheeks swaying beneath the flimsy nylon skirt lingered. I wondered how....
"Good morning, Jack!"
Dr. George Sherman's deep voice pulled me from my erotic reverie with a start. "Good morning. Am I late?"
"No, no. Now, sit down while I explain the ground rules of our operation, your training, and why you will be exposed to some of the rather unusual segments of that training. Oh, feel free to smoke if you like. Care for coffee? I make it rather well. Have to, Joyce hates it and refuses to make a decent pot."
He did make good coffee. As I sipped the welcome brew, Sherman settled comfortably in the big leather swivel chair and studied me carefully.
"Jack, how many times were you sexually unfaithful to your wife?" he asked casually. The question caught me completely off guard. Before I knew it I answered truthfully.
"Six, maybe seven times ... Jesus! What a question," I cried. "Why the hell should you care?"
"Now, now ... I meant nothing personal. I was just making a very important point. The next question is even more relevant, so answer it honestly. Now, why did you sleep with other females? And I don't want any of that time-worn guff about the male weakness for a beautiful ass and big tits. I wanna know the real reason a man who really loves his wife would gamble on losing her for another piece of ass."
I mulled the question for a full minute as I sipped my coffee, trying to remember back. Finally I answered. "My wife didn't like to fuck." If he wanted plain street talk, I planned to oblige.
"Ah! Very likely. But why?"
"Christ, how would I know? Maybe her mother told her it was a dirty duty; maybe I didn't turn her on; hell, there could be a thousand reasons!" I exclaimed in mild exasperation. He was opening barely healed wounds.
"I wonder how many men ever took the time to analyze the problem from a very simple basic truth, a truth which is so completely obvious that only our sensitive male egos would blind us to its existence. Jack, a very large segment of the American female population is scared to death of their capability to experience sexual satisfaction; total, gut-deep, cunt-throbbing, satisfaction! Our studies prove it beyond a doubt. The same studies show that such females never really let go all the way. They simply don't have the guts to participate if they can't be assured of being the best performer on stage.
"That's half of the problem. The other half concerns conditioning and psychological perspectives. Actually, all women are far more sexually endowed than men. No! Ifs true. The problem is to release this latent sexuality; free it from several centuries of deep freeze imposed by archaic social restraints."
Suddenly I remembered an incident some years ago. My wife and I had attended a party at my club. For some unknown reason she really belted the booze. In bed that night she fucked like a turned-on French whore. In fact, I thought she'd flipped out because for the first time I actually felt her come. Her cunt had convulsed and squeezed my cock like a living thing. I'd gotten another shock that evening; my quiet, pristine wife had screamed fuck language with the ease of a drunken sailor.
"O.K.! I guess that makes sense, Dr. Sherman, but how do we liberate this mass of female lust from the loins of the American female?"
He chuckled. "Don't I wish we could. No, we haven't got the facilities, but we can help a few. A few who get backed into a tight enough spot to own up to their hang-ups and seek help. Our help, and now, your help also.
"Now, my boy, I must turn you over to Joyce for your first in-depth orientation on the average, American female. Believe what she tells you and remember it. She's an expert."
We shook hands and he left. Within seconds Joyce Sherman entered from a door at the other side of the office. At first I couldn't be sure it was the same Joyce Sherman I'd met previously. For one thing she wore one of the shortest micro-miniskirts I'd ever seen, topped with a see-through blouse that was very nearly transparent. Her breasts were magnificent; full, large and swaying with wanton sensual freedom. Large, dark aureole formed concentric backgrounds for the two grape-sized nipples, taut and erect beneath the flimsy material. It made my mouth twitch with a wild desire to suckle them; I could almost feel their hard, throbbing texture.
She didn't greet me for several seconds, busying herself with some papers on the desk. Her hair was no longer confined in the sculptured, upswept design I'd noticed yesterday. Instead it was arranged loosely in a dark, thick mane which fell down over her shoulders in raven-black splendor. I longed to bury my face in the midst of the lustrous mass.
She stopped fussing with the papers, finally, and walked provocatively from behind the large mahogany desk, sat down lithely into a straight chair and crossed her legs. A quick flash of velvet thigh and black crisp pubic hair made it quite obvious that Dr. Joyce Sherman wasn't wearing panties.
A wicked little smile played around her mouth, making her full sensual lips more inviting than usual. "Is something bothering you, Jack? You seem to be nervous. Just relax! We have quite a lot of material to cover, so let's get right to it."
"Right on, Doc," I agreed, but my eyes were still glued to the fantastic sight of her naked ripe thighs. The tiny skirt barely covered the area occupied by that thick, dark thatch of cunt hair.
"Your function with our clients will be that of a beau, boyfriend, lover and sexual guide. Most women don't realize it, but they all are basically whores. They pretend to be either above such crassness or hide behind the old rationale that love and sex are Siamese twins. Don't ever believe it; it's a lie. There isn't a woman alive who doesn't dream of being able to produce a good hard erection in every man she meets. Most of them pretend that male nudity, especially the sight of a cock and balls, turn 'em off. Another He! Seven out of ten women are crotch watchers, and don't forget it Some actually come in their refined pants at swimming parties as they watch the bulge of a man's genitals. I know, because it happens to me every summer.
"The problem, of course, is to make 'em admit it to themselves. Next they must be persuaded to use and enjoy their own sexuality; openly and without hesitation. Last, but not least, they must be trained to be the sexual aggressor. That's the toughest job you'll have. I'm sure you will agree that a woman who takes the initiative really blows the mind of the average male."
"No argument, Doc," I grinned. "At least, I know what it does for me."
She uncrossed, then recrossed her legs, giving me another fleeting look at her magnificent snatch. My cock began to swell and pulse with excitement, so I too crossed my legs.
"Next, you must somehow persuade them to use 'fuck talk' to express their feelings. This will help loosen up their own inhibitions, and also it causes the man to relax and really turn on," she concluded. "OK, that's about it except for the no-nos, etc., which are clearly out-lined in this booklet. Also, you will find several procedures in it that will be quite helpful in breaking down the reserve of more difficult subjects."
She twisted sensually to her feet. I rose from my chair also and preceded her to the door. I hoped my hard-on wasn't too apparent. As I turned to allow her to precede me through the door, she walked sensually up to me, thrust her firm breasts out boldly, placed her hand on my crotch and squeezed. Her fingers were strong and supple. Wise, too, the way they fondled my cock.
"Well, at least I know our girls will have a beautiful hard cock to help them emerge from their cocoons," she breathed huskily. "What's the matter, doll? Aren't I acting enough like a doctor? Don't forget that I'm also a woman. And I don't have any hang-ups, baby. I just love to fuck!" Her left arm encircled my neck and her soft mouth covered mine. Her lips were soft, full and moved hungrily. As I returned her kiss her soft tongue slithered into my mouth, flickering and probing in a wildly exciting French. Her heavy, full breasts pressed against my chest like two lustful mounds.
Then she did something I'd never experienced before-she took my right hand in her own and guided it beneath her skirt and pressed it against her bare crotch, then thrust her mons veneris against it with a lustful grind of her fabulous hips. My fingers closed over a thick, crisp thatch of moist pubic hair and two thick, meaty labia.
I disengaged my mouth from hers and gasped with disbelief and bewilderment. "Goddamn, lady, you better not be a prick teaser. Jesus, my cock is ready to burst and my balls are tingling like vibrators. What the goddam hell does this lead to?"
She pulled away and chuckled. "Number one, I needed to prove a point Can you imagine a woman who acts that way to her husband, not just on occasion, but consistently? What are the chances of him straying when he's got that waiting at home?"
She was right! It was one helluva way to prove her point, but she had most certainly made it beautifully. Christ, a wife like that was the main subject of every fantasy I'd ever had.
"Doc, if I had somebody at home like you, I'd tear up the freeway gettin' home. But now I got this little problem," I groaned and glanced down at my throbbing crotch.
She swiftly went to the desk and punched the intercom. "Is my husband gone for the day, Gail?
"No. I just wanted to cross-check some statistics. I can see him tonight at home. Thanks. Oh, by the way, Gail, have Janet Judson come in first thing tomorrow. I'm going to assign Jack Manley to her case. Yes! I'm sure you noticed, honey, you always do. But remember, dear, one must wait one's turn. Now why don't you go on home, change your wet panties and take a nice cold shower. That ought to help until my goddamned husband gets to your pad!" She slammed down the phone violently. "Bitch. Jesus, that cunt will have fucked every man in America before she's sixty."
I assumed she didn't exactly approve of Gail; she obviously suspected George of hanky-panky with the brunette sex-pot. Christ, I couldn't imagine her being second cunt to any broad alive, although I could still remember Gail's sensuous, swaying buttocks and the deep, inviting cleft between.
I made a mental note to follow up on that later; right now I was about to explore the possibilities of Joyce Sherman, a very sexy lady by any standards.
She whirled around from the phone, eyes smoldering with anger. "Fuck 'em, they deserve each other. What say, Jack. How would you like to fuck a horny Phd ... right now." Without waiting for me she ripped off the flimsy blouse, unsnapped the tiny skirt and stood before me naked.
"C'mon, you big beautiful stallion. Joyce wants that beautiful cock in her hot cunt. I may fuck you to death for the pure hell of it," she stated, then threw herself down on the huge couch on the far side of the office, legs spread wide. "Peel off those threads, doll, I wanna see that thing between those big muscular thighs. I'll bet it's a beaut."
She was mad, really boiling. So what. If she wanted to fuck somebody out of vengeance, it might as well be me. But I decided to make her work for it, just to let her know I wasn't a puppet on a goddamned string.
As I ripped off my slacks, shirt, and shorts, I let the power of my loins surge into my cock. When I faced her, naked, my organ was fully erect. Her eyes widened as she stared at my swollen phallus. I saw her anger melt into aroused interest. "My God," she breathed hoarsely, "that's really something."
I moved to the side of the couch and planted my feet apart in a firm stance. "It'll take care of your needs, baby. Now, while you think about this in your cunt, I'd like to have a little fantasy fulfilled. I've always wanted to see a funky, beautiful woman masturbate. Play with that beautiful twat, Joyce darlin', or I'll just walk out and let you wonder about eight inches of hard cock, and how it would feel inside that hot, twitching cunt of yours."
Her blue eyes gazed into mine, searching and wondering. "You have all the makings of a real bastard, don't you? So, what the hell; why not. Anything that turns you on."
Still gazing deeply into my eyes, she moved her hands over the creamy swell of her soft, smooth belly with loving, tantalizing strokes, caressing herself with lascivious delight. Gradually, her long, supple fingers moved downward to her inner thighs. With languid movements her fingertips glided around, up and down the velvety, ripe flesh of those lush, full thighs.
With a sigh, she opened her thighs wider. The heavy, black thicket of crisp black pubic hair parted as she moved, exposing two fantastic labia. They were perfectly symmetrical and very full. Wine red was the best color comparison I could think of at the moment; like rich, red port. The turgid lips were ringed with sparkling droplets of cunt juice oozing from the inner vestibule of a pink, moist vortex of slick, pulsing cunt meat From the top of her cunt lips a bright red shaft of slick flesh extended down to the very edge of her cunt hole. There, a pea-sized bauble of glistening flesh lay exposed. I'd never seen a more perfect, well-developed clitoris.
With slow, deliberate care she parted the wet, ruby lips with her forefinger and middle finger so I could get the full effect of her magnificent cunt. Then, with her other hand, she began running her long, tapered forefinger up and down the slick, wet furrow between her labia, stroking, rubbing and massaging her clitoral shaft.
Her hips began moving in rhythm to her caresses and the swell of her mons veneris soon was heaving, rolling and swaying with sensuous abandon as she began to let herself become captive to the erotic sensations created by her fingers.
"Mmmm ... ohhh ... I'd forgotten how good it felt to do it alone ... mmm ... my cunt juice is just oozing ... ahhh," she murmured hoarsely. "Now, for the make-believe cock!"
With deft ease she inserted her long middle finger into the dilating orifice of her cunt hole and plunged it deep inside. Her eyes clenched at the sensation and she closed her thighs tightly around her hand.
"Ohhh ... mama's really enjoying this ... ohhh ... yes!"
She relaxed her thighs and opened them again, then began sliding her finger in and out of the juice-covered hole with long, deep strokes. Her belly rippled as the finger-fuck sensations increased. Faster and faster her sopping wet finger pistoned in and out of her leaping, dripping cunt. Suddenly she drove it in deep, closed her thighs with a wet smack and moaned softly. Her thighs, belly and stomach muscles jerked in a short, sharp spasm. She had come.
Quickly, I straddled her waist and positioned myself over the heaving, jutting mountains of full, lush tit. I let my balls rest between these succulent orbs. This placed the large, heavy load of my prick directly in line with her slack, full lips.
"OK, Joyce ... now me!" I croaked. My voice was choked with raw lust. Her masturbation had made my entire body sing with desire. A small drop of seminal fluid had already oozed from the hole in my cock. The entire length of my shaft was trembling and pulsing to gain entrance to moist, hot flesh; any flesh ... mouth, cunt, ass ... I didn't care.
Her eyes opened. My cockhead was almost pressing against the soft portals of those lush, wanton lips. "Oh, baby! Gimme that gorgeous cock to suck," she groaned. Sluurrp! With one smooth lunge of her black-maned head, she closed the soft fullness of her hot, hungry lips over my pulsing cockhead, then pulled the thick, throbbing shaft deep ... deep ... into the hot, writhing depths of her mouth.
A hot, feverish glow was born at the base of my scrotum. It began to spread to my thighs, cock and balls as she sucked me with long, gliding strokes up and down my glistening, hard cock. She took the entire eight inches with each downstroke, letting her chin rest briefly in my bush of thick, curly pubic hair while she savored the fullness of my cock in her mouth.
On the tenth or eleventh stroke she began to feel the surge of lust I knew was being generated. Her nipples were hard, erect, and her velvety tits were beeWred with the blush of lust. She loved cock, both in her mouth and cunt. I wondered about the other hole: the soft puckered lips of her anus!
With a heave, she rolled me sideways off of her torso, but never lost her oral hold on my cock. With me now on the bottom, she parted my thighs to get better access to my cock and balls. She knelt, spread her knees to steady herself, then began to suck with violent, plunging lunges. I felt my balls grasped by strong, supple fingers. They cupped, squeezed, and massaged my swollen globes with fervent lust and desire.
Her wild, lashing tongue flickered around the ridge of my glans, slid underneath to the V notch where the glans joined my shaft, and delicately stroked this trigger-spot with artistic, flicking stabs. A wave of tingling pleasure shot through my cock and balls. Another rolled up my spine. God! No other feeling in the world equals a woman's mouth sucking the length of your cock while she fondles your balls. I could feel that wild tingle of heat in my scrotum as my seed began to gather for its journey up my pulsing, throbbing cock.
I wanted this to be a double-feature because it would probably be the first and last time I would be able to fuck the beautiful Joyce. Quickly I twisted and wormed my head between her widespread thighs and looked up. Wine-red, glistening cunt lips gaped wide, dilated, then closed as she thrust her mouth downward on my pulsing cock. Framed by the crisp, black cunt hair and full, meaty butt cheeks, the dripping vortex of slick, writhing cunt meat was a ball-tightening sight.
Reaching up, I buried my hands in the soft ripe mounds of her rolling ass cheeks and pulled that mass of sopping cunt, juice and crisp, black hair down onto my face. Waves of gut-pulling, searing lust engulfed my senses as the mass of wet, hot, cunt meat ground against my mouth. It writhed, lunged, and lunged ... pulling my tongue deep into the writhing, slick folds of steaming cunt A strong, musky scent assailed my nostrils as she flexed her cunt muscles. My tongue was squeezed with the wild ripple of her educated vaginal muscles; then released ... sending another series of sensual shocks through my inflamed brain.
Probing upward, the tip of my tongue found the throbbing, hard pip of her clitoris. I flicked it with hard, lashing stabs of my tongue, then sucked it into my mouth. I rolled the hard, throbbing bauble between my lips, savoring the sweet musky flavor and the pulsing throb of the slick, juicy clit. In response, the thick, swollen walls of her cunt lips closed over my entire face, chin, nose and mouth as she thrust downward in a sharp spasm of lust.
I wanted to fuck! I heaved her writhing body onto the floor and rolled after her. She was on ail fours, her large, quivering buttocks raised high. In the center, between the deep cleft of her butt cheeks, a hot, wine-tinted cunt opened and closed with rippling desire. "Hurry, Jack, hurry!!" she moaned hoarsely, panting with desire. "In my ass ... fuck me in the ass ... fuck me ... ooohhhh God! I want that big cock ... inside, deep, deep!" Her open butt cheeks rolled wildly, quivering with need.
Planting myself solidly, I slid my fingers into the sweaty crack of those lush, ripe butt cheeks, parted them and guided my cock into the slick, hot furrow and into the center of her flaming core. My cock was literally sucked into the hot, juicy depths of her rippling cunt.
Clutching her fiercely, I fucked her with long, powerful lunges, increasing the tempo after each thrust. Deeper and harder I fucked, the head of my cock sinking into the soft spongy mass of her uterus on each downstroke. The sensation drove me wild!!
The wildness of my lust made my cock move like a piston as it plowed into her with savage speed. On one of those savage out-strokes my cock came out of her cunt and plunged into the orifice of her asshole just above. My cock was buried a full four inches into the tight anal channel before I realized it. The snug tightness was fantastic!!!
"Oh God ... don't stop ... go on ... fuck me in the ass. BUT FUCK ME, YOU BIG BASTARD ... OOOOOHHHH ... GOD, GOD!!! YES ... TM...."
As she screamed out her pleasure I was thrusting deep into the tight, pulsing core of her asshole with savage powerful lunges. I had pumped exactly four times into the creamy depths when I felt my seed gush from the bowels of my scrotum and burst into the well of her anus in great, gushing spurts. They shot deep into her rippling, convulsing asshole just as she shrieked with ecstasy and writhed into the searing lift of a shattering orgasm.
"Jack ... JACK ... OOOOOWWWWHHH ... FUCK ... FUCK ... COME ... HOT CREAM ... ALL OF IT ... GIVE ME ALLL ... AAAAAHHHHGGGG!!"
I must have fainted from the sheer power of the pounding lust that the fuck had produced, because the next thing I knew she was licking my still-erect cock, savoring the come that was beginning to dry up. "Yummy," she whispered hoarsely. Finally she licked her lips and sat up. Gazing at me with sex-glazed eyes she said, "You're some stud, Jack. I haven't been fucked that way for ages. I thought my cunt would be in spasms for a week. Let's don't let that be the last time."
From the look on her face I knew it wouldn't be; after all, she was the boss-lady.
CHAPTER THREE
Two days after my lustful session with Joyce Sherman I got a promotion of sorts. It was in the form of a new apartment for which I paid nothing. George Sherman chuckled as he handed me the keys, an address and a folder describing my next subject.
"You could call it your
operating-room,' Jack. In a sense you're a surgeon, and every surgeon needs a well-equipped operating-room," he said jokingly. Happily, he didn't make any corny correlations about my scalpel. I glanced briefly at the synopsis in the dossier on my patient; P.S. Newgate.
As I drove to my new pad I weighed the various causes for my good fortune. It could be Joyce Sherman's way of rewarding me for a good, rousing fuck. Or maybe she and George had been well-pleased with the results I had achieved with Janet Judson. Another possibility came to my rather suspicious mind, also. They might have me slated for some really tough cases.
Thirty minutes after I arrived and inspected the new arena for future conquests, I decided my suspicions about tougher subjects was the correct evaluation. All a guy had to do was to open the door to any broad alive, show her around, feed her a drink and she'd fuck a monkey. The joint made Hugh Hefner's sex castle look like a goddamned monastery cell.
Ankle-deep, wine-red carpeting throughout; an enormous circular water bed; mirrors everywhere, not just above the bed but on the bathroom walls and ceiling, too. A fully stocked bar, a cabinet full of erotic rubber goods that would have made a porno buff orgasm at the sight, and a porno film library containing material hot enough to make Satan blush.
It was the little touches that intrigued me most. Take the inside doorknobs: each was a perfect bronze replica of an erect cock. So was the flushing handle on the toilet. The highball glasses in the small bar were formed like truncated phalluses with bases formed like large testicles. Any female who didn't respond to seduction in this sin-bin should hang it up and turn in her cunt for another asshole.
Still dazed by the wanton lust pervading the place, I was about to fix myself a blast at the bar when the door chimes sounded. Puzzled, I strode across the plush carpeting and opened the door.
She was a twenty-four carat solid sex-symbol, about twenty years old.
"Hi," she murmured, a bit shyly, "Am I early? This is Mr. Manley's place ... you are Jack Manley, aren't you?" As nervous as she was, her voice had that rich, husky timbre that voice coaches received thousands in fees to develop in movie starlets being groomed as sex-pots.
"I'm sorry Miss ..
"Pamela Newgate, but under the circumstances
'Pam' will do just fine," she said. "Joyce Sherman told me to be here at seven sharp. You are Mr. Manley?"
"Yes, ... please come in, Pam," I said warmly. 'I'm afraid Joyce failed to brief me completely, but with you we'll play it by feel."
It had suddenly dawned on me that this materialization from a wet dream was P.S. Newgate, my next subject. From the dossier I'd received, I had gotten the impression she was an over-muscled, undersexed gymnast. In my mind I'd conjured up a three-hundred-pound female ape. Instead I found myself gazing at a veritable sex-goddess. Jesus, what a succulent hunk of cunt.
Sparkling blue-violet eyes with long, platinum-colored lashes were set perfectly on either side of a perfectly shaped nose that ended in slightly flared nostrils. Below that perfect nose two full, velvety soft lips bisected the bottom third of a heart-shaped face. Two rows of perfect white teeth gleamed between those luscious lips.
And the hair! A natural platinum that caught every light ray. It was thick, lustrous and long, hanging like a shimmering cascade down to her waist. Two heavy, lush breasts jutted like succulent, flesh melons straining against the thin nylon of her tank-top blouse. Two ripe nipples were clearly defined at the crest of each lush mound. As I motioned her inside they moved heavily; rolling and jouncing with that free movement denoting the absence of a bra.
As she preceded me into the circular living room/bedroom combination, my cock began to swell as a result of my visual inventory. As my eyes continued their cataloging my hard-cn grew to full maturity.
Her white-gold hair hung down a perfectly shaped supple back and narrow waist. The waist flared into two of the most magnificent buttocks God ever created. No, the devil must have made these lustful, undulating butt cheeks. With each lithe, swaying step these full, rounded buttocks moved up and down heavily, grinding against each other in a rolling symphony of raw, pagan lust. Again, no panties, because the hip huggers molded to these mouth-watering buttocks weren't loose enough to hide telltale panty ridges. This luscious hunk of cunt wasn't wearing underclothes! That was odd for someone who supposedly was inhibited.
"Pam, please make yourself at home. Relax and TU fix us a little toddy," I said, trying to set a comfortable and relaxing mood.
"Thanks, Mr. Manley. I don't drink, ordinarily, but I guess progress would be enhanced if I had something."
"Why not start by calling me Jack? And your progress won't depend on booze. I think I can fix you something you will actually enjoy; mostly because it doesn't taste like hard liquor." I fixed myself a Scotch and mixed her a Pernod cocktail. Pernod tastes like licorice soda pop but strikes like a cobra, after the third belt.
I handed her the cocktail and settled myself on the opposite end of the long, super-soft couch. She was lounging back against the arm with one leg hanging down to the floor and the other curled under her luscious butt. She had a smooth, tanned stomach that flowed into a softly rounded belly. Her ripe, rounded thighs joined her torso and formed a beautiful crotch. A deep notch lay in the center, formed by two thick, firm labia. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to accommodate the steel-hard erection I couldn't seem to lose. Her eyes furtively scanned the bulge in my slacks. I saw a spark of lust glitter briefly. Don't ever let a woman tell you they don't watch cocks; they do. And for the same reason men look at cunts.
Taking a long pull on her drink, she asked, "Well, Jack, how do we begin? Do you rape me, or do I just hope for a cure?"
"Look, baby, let's just cut the games. You tell me about your hang-ups. I didn't have time to study your history file. We'll go from there," I replied firmly.
My tone shook her a bit, but she took it straight and said, "I can't stand normal sexual relations with men and I'm about to be married to Carl Dawson, whom I love very, very much. Now, Jack, what kind of odds would you give a marriage where the wife can't stand the feel of her husband's penis in her vagina?"
"About one in a million, if the guy happens to be a fag," I shot back truthfully. "Now suppose you tell me why cock turns you off."
"I don't know ... at least not for sure. As a matter-of-fact, just holding this clever highball glass gives me a slight case of nausea," she exclaimed. "But the drink is marvelous; so mild, can I have another?"
She was being clinical. Penis, vagina ... next thing I knew she'd be reciting Gray's anatomical glossary. Shit! Sex was emotional. Robots would fuck if they had feelings!
She'd practically drained the subtle booze in two gulps. I thought about warning her about its potency but fixed her another blast instead. I needed to get her guard down and make her open up, literally. The image produced by that thought made my cock throb harder.
As I handed her the second drink and settled down next to her I decided to take a shot in the dark. "Pam, will you be perfectly honest with me, no matter what question I ask?"
She tensed slightly, then relaxed. "I'll try, Jack."
"No matter how ugly the answers may be?"
Her head dropped as she considered, then raised up and her blue eyes looked determined. "Lay 'em on me Jack! If I'm going to whip this problem ... I understand that cooperation is necessary."
I watched her closely as I popped my first question. "Did your father ever fuck you?"
Pay dirt! Her eyes widened in shock and she nearly spilled her drink. Then her eyes dropped and her face turned crimson.
"How did you ... I've never told anyone ... nobody...."
"Tell me about it, from the beginning!" I urged gently.
She straightened up, braced herself with great effort and took a long, deep swig of Pernod. "O.K. ... But I don't know how that could be pertinent. But a deal is a deal, and I promised to answer all questions honestly."
"Yes, you did, even if the answers are ugly and painful," I replied. "Why not commence at the beginning. How old were you?" Her eyes stared past me as she recollected, and tears welled up in them as she haltingly related her incestuous encounter.
"I was fifteen, and absolutely adored my daddy. He was the most handsome, virile man on earth. Dark, curly hair, with a ruggedly handsome face. And powerfully built. His physique reminded me of the drawings I'd seen of Greek gladiators."
As she talked her body relaxed and the tears in her eyes were replaced with a passionate glitter.
"At fourteen my adoration somehow changed into another, more intense form. I wanted more than his casual affection. I wanted his love. But that belonged to my mother. She was the center of his universe; she and my brother Rod.
"I'll never forget the hot desire in his eyes as he watched my mother. At fifteen I finally put together the cause of that look. Mother was an inordinately sensual woman, and the sounds from their bedroom, right next to mine, would awaken me from a sound sleep. Moans and groans of lust and desire made my flesh crawl when I finally realized what they were, and the activity which caused them. As the expression goes: my mother was a whore in bed and a lady elsewhere. In the vulgar vernacular-she loved to fuck!"
Pam's eyes now were half-closed and she leaned against me slightly. I carefully placed my arm around her shoulder and held her against me as we leaned back into the softness of the huge couch. She had said 'Fuck.' That was a good sign. The Pernod was working.
"My other rival was Rod. Being a boy, his activities were far more interesting to Daddy than mine. Between Mother's throbbing cunt and Rod's little league activities, Daddy's time for me was nil."
"Soon after my fifteenth birthday something happened that triggered new confidence in me. It was mid-summer and I had just returned from a swimming party with the family. Mother and Dad stayed in the kitchen to have coffee, while Rod and I bounced into our bedrooms to change from our suits into regular clothes. Suddenly I remembered that I had left my ditty-bag on the kitchen table and walked back to retrieve it. Mother was talking intently to Dad.
"'Bill, we are not going again, and that's final. George Leonard is a perverted lecher. His eyes never left Pam for a moment. I thought he'd ejaculate right in front of everyone,' she exclaimed furiously.
"'Well, honey, you gotta admit it, Pam has one helluva shape. And in that little bikini ... well, ya can't blame a grown man for a natural reaction,' Daddy countered. 'Or could it be you're a little angry at George 'cause he didn't pay his usual amount of lecherous attention to you, baby?'
"'FUCK YOU!' cried my mother angrily. 'Any day I can't compete with my own daughter ... '
"Stunned at this startling new situation, I slipped back upstairs and pondered. Then I stripped off my bikini and examined myself in the mirror. I, too, was astounded. Last year I'd been a scrawny, leggy little girl. The mirror image before me was of a fully developed woman. My breasts were full and firm. My buttocks had swelled in firm, full roundness and my legs and thighs looked great.
Although delighted, I thought nothing more about the new me until two weeks later.
"Mother had journeyed to Florida for a month to care for my ailing Grandma. I took over the cooking and housekeeping. I was very happy because now I only shared Daddy with Rod.
"But something was really bugging Daddy. He seemed very tense and moody. Instead of his affection, I got sullen looks and irritable mumblings. It was obvious he missed Mother. Then it struck me! He wasn't getting any sex! The thought burned in my brain as I finished the dishes. It persisted as I trudged up to my room. Then fate took a hand.
"As I slipped into my darkened room and walked over to my bed to snap on the bedside lamp I noticed a large shaft of light from the bathroom and heard the splash of the shower. Wheeling in the dark, I beheld my father through the open door of the bathroom. He was in the shower, with the shower door wide open. He no doubt thought I was still downstairs and had neglected to close the door leading to my bedroom. It was a common bath connecting my bedroom and his.
"His powerful body was turned with his back to me. I'd never seen a man naked before and my legs turned to water. I sat down on the bed in the dark and watched. Suddenly he turned around, and there, projecting from a thick, sopping thatch of crisp pubic hair, was his cock! It was enormous and erect."
At this recollection Pam's hand moved involuntarily into my lap and came to rest on the bulge in my slacks. An electric shock coursed through my crotch as her warm fingers lay on my throbbing, steel-hard phallus.
"It was magnificent, and yet a little frightening-particularly since I'd never seen a male organ before. Yet somehow, it was very desirable to see. The large, crimson head, with its thick swollen ridge, and the thick, powerful shaft was breathtakingly exciting. His testicles really made my spine tingle. They hung down like two hair-covered avocados: full, firm and ripe between hiS heavily muscled thighs.
"A strange, new feeling welled inside my loins and belly. I pulled my legs up and sat cross-legged on my bed, gazing in rapt fascination. As he soaped himself over his chest and hard stomach the strange new tingling grew more intense.
"Then he clutched the enormous shaft of his cock and began to move his fist up and down the long, gleaming shaft with slow, long strokes. His eyes were half-closed, and his powerful legs were planted apart. As he pumped up and down, up and down, his balls bounced heavily, and to my amazement his cock grew even longer and thicker. Small, animal-like moans commenced issuing from his throat, his hips began to buck back and forth in long, powerful thrusts, driving his throbbing, soap-covered organ faster and faster in and out of the flesh tunnel formed by his fingers.
"Suddenly I realized my crotch was wet Reaching down, my fingers explored the slightly parted lips of my pussy. I was sopping with hot, thick juice. As my forefinger slid further down into the inner folds of my oozing cunt, I felt it contact something else I'd never imagined; a small, pea-sized bud of hard, throbbing flesh. I'd discovered my clitoris, and I shuddered with delicious delight. Now my heart was beating like mad, and small waves of sensual tingles crawled all over my thighs, buttocks and belly.
"Daddy's hand suddenly became a blur as he pumped furiously. His cock seemed to grow even thicker and larger, and he caressed and fondled his balls with his other hand. A low moan came from his throat, his eyes clenched shut and the moan grew to a hoarse cry. Then, before my astonished eyes, a spurt of white, thick stuff burst from the tip of his cockhead, arched up and out, then splashed heavily on the tile floor. It was followed by another spurt, then another.
"As I watched, an enormous surge of raw lust burst in my cunt ... it closed and opened in a series of quick, delicious, spasms. I didn't know it then, but I'd experienced my first orgasm.
"Daddy was leaning heavily against the shower wall, gasping for breath. His cock began to shrink before my very eyes until it was only two-thirds as large. From die tip, several globs of come still oozed forth. A strong desire grew in me to feel and taste that sex juice from inside my wonderful, virile daddy. It fascinated me and a strange compulsion clutched my brain; I wanted that mysterious stuff inside my cunt....
"As I savored my compulsion, Daddy towel dried and went into his bedroom. He forgot to close his door completely. He would be asleep soon, so I decided to take my own shower. My cunt, labial folds and inner-butt cheeks were sticky from the newly aroused excretions which had welled up in my genitals.
"I wanted to wash them away; at least that was my rationalization to shower right then, instead of waiting for morning."
She hadn't realized it, but during her vividly relived memory of her father's masturbation, and her own lust, her fingers had gripped and massaged my cock with fervor. Also, the crotch of her hip-huggers now had a small wet spot which was spreading. She was horny as a hog and her pussy was oozing with cunt juice. Her voice had also changed. It was deep and husky with unleashed lust. Vulgarisms had replaced clinical terminology also.
Progress was under way, but I didn't know how long I could take it. My cock was literally ready to rip my pants open. Her fondling of my genitals had nearly made me come in my pants. She was a magnificent, succulent female and I was ready to fuck. But I was her therapist first! Even though I was human, the rise and fall of those lush, firm tits, her full, wet lips and the tantalizing, soft, swell of her pubic mound were beginning to make objectivity damned near impossible.
"I waited about five minutes, then entered the bathroom. Even as I did, I realized I had made up my mind to seduce my own father. The newly discovered delights I'd just experienced-his magnificent organ and the spat I'd overheard in the kitchen had combined and crystallized into a bold plan to gain my father's individual devotion.
"If mother could do it with her cunt, I could, too. And mine was better!
"I didn't even attempt to close the door to his dark bedroom as I undressed. I took a lot of time undressing. When I was down to just panties and bra, I faced his room, bent over and loosened my bra straps, let the bra fall to the floor, then straightened slowly, thrusting my full, heavy breasts out and up. Then I moved my hands over them lovingly, massaging and kneading their full lushness. I felt my nipples grow taut and pop out as I fondled the soft, ripeness of my tits. They were large for the size of my breasts, and very sensitive. I thought I heard the slight squeaking of Daddy's bed. The thought thrilled me. He was watching after all. Good!
"Turning with my back to his door, I slid my fingers into the elastic waistband of my panties and slowly peeled them down over my full butt cheeks, then down my legs. Completely bent over now, my cunt lips were directly in his line of vision. It was a delicious view of my succulent, firm buttocks and cunt lips. I paused in that position for a full thirty seconds, pretending to snag my foot on the panties. I was rewarded with another squeak and hoarse breathing. Then I stepped into the shower and began to bathe, covering my body with rich, creamy lather. As the warm water coursed over me I was suddenly stricken with guilt. My actions had been unforgiveable; seducing my own father was incest and I knew it was terribly wrong. My remorse hit like a ten-ton truck and I was about to step out of the shower when suddenly Daddy appeared at the shower door.
"'DADDY! GET OUT! I'M NAKED! PLEASE, OH PLEASE!' I screamed.
"His eyes blazed with lust as they crawled over my wet nakedness like clutching fingers probing, caressing and enjoying my flesh. Then he stepped into the small shower. As he did, I glanced down.
His enormous cock was thick and hard with throbbing lust. Close up, it was much larger than I'd imagined.
"'Don't worry, baby, Daddy won't hurt you. But don't scream. It'll wake Rod. I saw your little strip-tease, so don't play dumb, sweetie. You're just like your mother-a real cock-hound,' he chuckled, then pulled me against his powerful body. His swollen organ slid between my soapy thighs and pressed tightly against my cunt lips. It throbbed like crazy, sending wild, tingling sensations up my cunt, belly and spine. As my large tits flattened against his chest, my nipples swelled and another series of shocks rippled down my stomach.
"'Beautiful, baby, just delicious. Jesus! What a beautiful, sexy girl I've got. Now, let's see if that succulent pussy feels as good as it looks.'
"Still holding me firmly against his chest, I felt his right hand slip between our slick bellies and into my pubic triangle. Then I felt his muscular, knowing fingers probe into the slit of my labia. I shuddered with both pleasure and revulsion as his middle finger explored my hot, swollen cunt lips, rode down the juice covered ridge of my clitoral shaft, and finally located the hard, pulsing bud of my clitoris.
"Slowly, he rolled his fingertips around and around the pulsing, slick pip, causing my belly and crotch to shudder and tremble with raw, wanton delight.
"OH....GOD! OHHHH....DADDY....
DON'T....IT'S WRONG....OHHH....YES....YES....MMMMM....I'VE NEVER
"My entire body was aflame with desire! Delicious, raw waves of lustful pleasure rolled and coursed up, around and through me like a powerful, raging tide.
"His organ was thick and steel-hard. I groped and clamped my fingers around it feverishly, savoring its soft velvety hardness. Daddy moaned as I squeezed his cock, withdrew his finger from my juicy cunt and lifted me up against the shower wall.
"'WRAP YOUR LEGS AROUND MY WAIST, BABY! NOW!' he commanded.
"I complied, locking myself around his muscular torso, and entwined my arms around his neck. But he was slippery from soap and I felt myself sliding downward. Then I understood. My cunt was wide-open and I felt the bulbous hardness of his cockhead enter the juicy, slick folds of my hot labes. At first I thought my cunt was too small, because as his cockhead penetrated the first inch of my vagina, I felt like I would split in two. Then, automatically, my cunt hold expanded to accommodate his enormous shaft, and he entered me. But only to a point. His cockhead was pressing against my hymen. In a split second he realized the problem. Burying his powerful, muscular fingers in the resilient softness of my lush butt cheeks, he spread them wide, then plunged me down onto his powerful, steel-hard cock.
"A sharp pain flashed through my brain, then it was gone, overcome by the sensation of his cock penetrating my cunt hole, filling it with the hard, throbbing flesh of his thick, powerful organ.
"'OHHH ... OHHH ... DADDY. ... It's so big ... so wonderful ... hard....So hard ... oh yes, yes, deeper. ... Ohh,' I screamed.
"Take it all, baby ... yeah, that's it ... ahhh ... yeah. Right up to the hilt-So young, tight, delicious young cunt ... and mine. ... I made it. ... All mine. ... Bounce. ... BOUNCE!! Bounce up and down, you sexy little cunt. ... Fuck your ole Daddy ... yes ... harder ... harder....OHHH GOD! YESSS!'
"Frantically I rode up and down the hard length of his powerful, thick cock, shuddering as the thick, swollen ridge of his cockhead rippled over the throbbing vaginal muscles inside my cunt. In and out ... in and out, the feel of his surging cock thrusting, pounding, each time he buried it in the depth of my molten, convulsing cavern made my mind reel with delicious, raw sensations. Harder and harder, I plummeted up and down, trying to drive his rampaging shaft deeper into me.
"Strangely, a brief flash of Mother's face exploded in my brain. This really made me flip.
"'FUCK ME, DADDY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OHHH GOD, HARDER, DEEPER....OHHH YES! YES! Come in me ... come in my cunt, Daddy!' I screamed, then increased the tempo of my wild fucking motions; drawing his cock deeper and harder into my flailing crotch.
"His powerful fingers sank deep into the soft writhing mounds of my butt cheeks and he commenced lunging upward with hard, vicious thrusts. Like a piston his great cock whipped in and out of my convulsing hot cunt until suddenly he cried hoarsely, and I felt his cock swell further.
"'AHHHHHGGHH ... TAKE IT, TAKE IT ALL, YOU LITTLE BITCH ... YEOHWWW ... I'M...."
As his orgasmic cries echoed around the walls of the small shower cubicle my cunt muscles rippled like a python, milking his sperm from the surging depths of his scrotum into my spasming vortex and I cried out my lust as great, hot spurts of that thick, white substance gushed into the well of my cavern.
"My body jerked and twisted as spasms of blinding raw lust exploded in my cunt, belly and brain.
"I don't remember anything after that, except his cock slithering out spent and covered with my hot, sticky cunt juice, and being carried to my bed and tucked in. Oh yes, he kissed me. Not like a father, but a lover. I slipped into a deep sleep then and had dreams of Daddy and me going down the path of life as wanton lovers.
"You can imagine my feeling next morning, when I awoke to find Mother in the kitchen. First a great flash of fear. Did she know? Why was she back so early? What if she discovered I'd fucked Daddy?
"Then Daddy appeared from the outside. He didn't even say good morning to me, but embraced Mother passionately. 'Jesus, it's good to have you back, baby. I can't wait until tonight ... He stopped in mid-sentence as he saw me. A quick flash of apprehension crossed his handsome face, then faded into a mocking grin.
"'Hi, princess, did you sleep good?'
"The bastard! He acted as if nothing had happened. He was telling me that his favorite cunt was back and I could fade back into being his cute little daughter. I had a sudden angry desire to blurt out our fuck-session to Mother, but decided she wouldn't believe it in a million years, and punish me terribly for such an obscene idea. He must have figured it the same way, the bastard. God, how I hated him at that moment! But I'd get even. I made myself a sacred vow on that point.
"Months passed and I tried to think up ways I could make good my revenge. Nothing made enough sense to be really worthwhile, and Daddy grew more confident every day that I had forgotten our sexual encounter. It was frustrating also, because even though I hated his guts, I still longed to have his enormous cock inside of me. I even oozed with juice when I thought about it.
"At night it was sheer misery as I lay listening to him fuck my mother with passionate abandon. He deliberately made it worse by shouting vulgar descriptions of her cunt; its deliciousness; its smell and feel."
Pam shuddered with hate as she related her frustration, but I noticed that her breasts were heaving with excitement.
"My revenge evolved, finally, from a series of events. First, my brother, Rod, started experimenting with marijuana. I discovered him stoned several times in his bedroom. Then, my loving daddy had an accident. He fell off the roof onto our fence, landing astraddle. It damn near castrated him. The doctors saved his genitals but informed him that sexual activities would be out of the question for a year or more.
"At first Mother was compassionate, but as the months passed by she became despondent-and commenced drinking quite heavily when Daddy left the house for work. She managed to sober up before he came home, but the wear and tear of booze was beginning to show. Meanwhile, Rod was now completely hooked on marijuana. One night he stumbled into my bedroom stark naked and crawled into bed with me. I was tempted to oblige, because even at fifteen, he was hung like my daddy; big and long. As I say, I was tempted because my own frustrations were building up as each day passed. But I resisted, because a plan was forming in my mind. It was a beaut and I thought I could actually make it work.
"I waited and planned for the right moment. I contacted a couple of girlfriends and enlisted their help in one portion. I needed grass. Puzzled but willing, both of them acquired several joints of pure grass from their boyfriends. I hid them and waited.
"Finally the time arrived. Daddy announced that he had to make a short weekend trip on business. I knew this would plunge Mother into the depths of despair. It did! When he was around, he could relieve her sexual frustrations by masturbation, but when he was gone....
"I made sure I knew where he was staying, and the airport gave me the flight schedules on return flights and times. Timing would be the key to my revenge.
"I told Rod not to disappear that evening because I wanted to give him a tremendously exciting gift. He didn't suspect anything because his birthday would be the next day. He promised not to wander out after dinner.
"By dinner time mother was really bagged. In fact, I served dinner because she stumbled to her room so drunk she couldn't see straight. After dinner I took Rod to my room and gave him the joints.
"Hey, Sis, I didn't know you were a head," he exclaimed with delight.
"Well, Bud, I'm not, but I've always wanted to try 'em. Will you help me begin?
"We lit up and I pretended to inhale the bittersweet smoke. Rod was really flying after his third cigarette and started to eye me lustfully. I excused myself for a moment and went to Mother's room. As I expected, she was sprawled out on her bed with only her panties on. I had to admit she was gorgeous.
"Her large, firm breasts stood up from her rib cage like flesh mountains, topped by large, grapesized nipples. Her flat, firm stomach flowed into a wide, creamy expanse of smooth velvety belly, ending at a thick, black triangle of lush pubic hair. Just below, a pair of thick, firm cunt lips couched succulently between her full, firm thighs. No wonder Daddy loved that thing.
"It was bigger, fuller and more succulent-looking than mine. I think because it was darker and surrounded by a thicket of crisp, curly black hair. Quickly I peeled off her panties, exposing the ruby-red labia slit and the erotic bush of pubic hair. Then I returned to Rod.
"To my amazement he was standing stark naked in front of my dresser mirror, holding his hard, erect penis. His eyes were glazed and he was really stoned.
"Boldly, I walked over and pulled his fingers away from his erect organ, replacing them with mine.
"'Rod, can I...." I pretended to stammer.
"'YEAH....YEAH....Jack me off, little sister. WOW! CRAZY!
"I've never been jacked off by my sister. Really cool, baby.
"'Mmmm ... you got great fingers, Pam, ya really know how to pull a man's meat ... '
"As I felt the throbbing organ in my grasp, I was tempted to abandon my scheme. The throbbing hardness made my crotch wet As I pumped up and down its rigid length, I could almost feel it gliding deep into my aching cunt
"Hey, Rod, did you know that mother needs a good, hard cock like this?' I said.
"'Huh,' he mumbled Wearily.
"Well, Daddy's accident made him...."
"JESUS, I never thought about it hey, cool! I'll bet ole Mom is about to climb the walls. Huh?"
"'Why else would she drink so much?' I replied.
He pondered that trying to concentrate. "Well, gee, Sis, I don't know what we could ... hey ... yeah. ... I see what you mean. It would really do ole Pop a favor. But I don't know ... Mother's kinda straight'
I pulled him down the hall by his rigid cock and into Mother's bedroom. His eyes widened as they scanned her lush, nude body. "Jesus!' he breathed, "She's beautiful." He climbed onto the bed beside Mother and gazed at her full, ripe breasts, belly and the succulent crotch. Furtively he caressed her belly, then slid his finger between the thick labia. She groaned at the invasion and began to undulate her pelvis slowly.
"Rod probed deeper, entranced by the delicious richness of her inner labia. As he moved his finger around and around her legs parted, causing the wine-red slit of her cunt to open wider. She moaned louder and grasped Rod's throbbing cock.
"'OHHH....GOD....YES, YES, HONEY ... PLEASE....PLEASE....Fuck me ... I've got to have that lovely big cock in my cunt, please!'
"Rod was really turned on. I guess he thought that she wanted him. I knew she thought she had Daddy's big cock in her hands.
"I was breathing hard from the excitement of the scene and my cunt literally throbbed with lust as Mother fondled Rod's huge trembling cock and his full, tight balls.
"Turn her over, Rod,' I hissed, fuck her from the rear.' In a lustful daze, he rolled her over. Automatically she raised her large butt cheeks and spread her knees apart.
"'YES, BABY, YES! Fuck me in the ass you big stallion. ... Ram it home, you rawdy buck....NOW!'
"Rod looked down at the firm butt cheeks, the exposed rosette of her puckered anus and the loosely gaping lips of her ruby-red cunt lips couched between those rounded cheeks. Clutching both resilient mounds, he parted them wide and lunged, burying his throbbing phallus deep into her juicy, hot, dripping cunt.
"She cried out her delight and began rotating her large hips as she met his thrust. I saw her sphincter muscles tense as she captured his buried cock deep inside her vortex.
"'NOW, ROD, fuck your mother, you young stud. ... Fuck her deep and hard. ... At least you can do what your daddy can't....FUCK, BABY, FUCK!!'
"I damned near fainted! She knew! She knew it was Rod inside her pulsing twat. Furthermore, she wanted it that way.
"Rod went wild with lust Her words turned him into a wild, plunging, fucking beast He lunged into her ass with long, vicious thrusts. His large balls slammed against her rolling, flailing butt cheeks with quick soft smacks as his cock reamed her cunt with savage power and lust. Faster and faster he fucked until his cock was a gleaming blur as it whipped into her glistening, hot juicy cunt. He moaned as the lust wracked his groin and his orgasm approached.
YEOHWWWW....' she shrieked as the powerful surge of her orgasm lifted her to the heights of lust and joy.
"Suddenly, Rod's back arched sharply and he lunged forward with a powerful thrust and shot his hot seed deep into her bucking, writhing ass.
"I nearly came too, but suddenly I knew I wasn't the only spectator. Whirling, I saw my father watching the scene. His face was dead white and he seemed frozen. Then he looked at me with painful eyes, turned and left
"Later the psychiatrists tried to sort things out Their solution wasn't to my benefit. Mother and Daddy turned me out of the house. Rod went to live with my aunt. I still don't think I did anything all that Wrong. After all, he rejected me! Why shouldn't he get his lumps?"
Sweat beaded Pam's smooth forehead and formed a sheen on the lush, full mounds of her magnificent tits. Her breathing was sporadic and jerky, too. The Pernod and the recollection of the incest had made its mark. Also, she was very sexually aroused. It was time to take advantage of the situation.
"Look, baby," I spoke softly, "you're exhausted. A shower would fix you up good. O.K.?"
Her eyes were glazed with fatigue and vicarious lust but she nodded her assent, rose and swayed shakingly into the bathroom. Even in that condition the voluptuous roll of those firm, meaty buttocks made my organ swell and throb.
CHAPTER FOUR
She was in the shower for nearly thirty minutes. When I heard the water cease splashing I walked in boldly and opened the ornate door. She was just emerging from the steamy stall. I've never seen a more magnificent sight. Beads of water shone like small diamonds on her meaty breasts and ran in glittering rivlets down over her flat, muscled stomach, smooth, tanned belly and came to rest in the thick, golden forest of crisp pubic hair crowning her prominent mons.
Quickly, I grabbed a huge, fluffy towel and flung it around her fantastic body. The startled look on her face faded and she allowed me to towel dry her.
"Mmmm....that feels marvelous," she purred, T feel like I could sleep for hours. Hey! You're better than those female trainers who used to rub me down after a gym meet."
"Lie down on the bed, I'll give you a rub-down. If you feel like dropping off to sleep, go ahead. I'll wake you in about an hour," I told her as I guided her into the other room.
She sprawled out on her belly, exhausted. For some reason her nudity didn't seem to make her nervous. I wish I could have said the same for me.
The sight of those fantastic buttocks, thighs and legs made the throbbing in my cock pound harder.
Selecting one of the bottles of scented baby oil from the recessed shelf next to the enormous water bed, I poured a generous amount on her back. Her skin was pure velvet and my fingers literally tingled as I massaged her firm back muscles. Then I strapped a vibrator on my right hand and commenced running my hand up and down the length of her back, always stopping an inch short of the cleft of her lush, full buttocks. She finally fell asleep and commenced to snore lightly.
As I continued my caress with the vibrator on my right hand, I parted her legs and thighs slightly with my left hand. My eyes feasted on the exposed cunt and anal area. Her anus was quite large. The opening was closed but the rosy, pink lip made my cock shudder with desire. Crisp, curly swirls of her golden cunt hair grew in thick profusion around the firm, swollen rim of her vulva and framed the moist slit of her cunt furrow.
Carefully, I eased my vibrating fingers into the meaty cleft and ran my fingertips around the soft, puckered lips of her anus. She writhed and sighed in her sleep but didn't awaken. Gradually I eased my two fingers downward until I felt my fingertips plow into the golden hair surrounding her cunt lips. With a gentle thrust I slid my middle finger into the furrow of her labia. To my surprise it was sopping wet with the hot, thick syrup of her cunt honey. My long, muscular finger slid deep into the depths of her cunt hole before I knew it.
As the vibrations sank deep into her vortex she awakened with a low, throaty moan.
"Ohhh ... mmm ... so delicious ... mmmm....Ohhh yes, darling," she cooed huskily, and raised up on hex elbows. "I love to be masturbated, Jack, darling, and that wonderful vibration is ... ohhh. ... Yes, yes."
My finger was suddenly being squeezed in a slick, hot vise of vaginal muscles. My cock nearly burst.
"Shit!" I exclaimed and withdraw. My fingers were covered with hot, creamy cunt juice.
"Oh, darling, don't stop," she moaned and rolled onto her back. Her belly rippled as she rolled her hips and thrust skyward with that magnificent mons.
I took out two lemon-sized silver balls from a drawer. Taking one of them, I inserted it in the hot, slick furrow of her gaping pink cunt folds. Carefully, I eased it into her cunt .vestibule, then guided it into the depths of her throbbing cunt.
"What ... hey ... what's that-Ohhh .. she moaned slightly. Quickly I inserted the other ball.
"Ben-Wa balls, baby. You're about to enjoy the most cunt-satisfying feeling this side of a hard, throbbing cock. Oriental women have been getting their jollies with these things for centuries. They knock against each other and it feels like you're bein' slowly fucked. Move your ass up and down ... there. ... How's it feel, baby?"
Her cunt lunged up, then down, and she cried out in lustful surprise. "Ohh ... yeah. ... Ohhh God! WOW ... whatta wild ... like a prick, only different ... mmmm...."
As she writhed and bucked I slipped out of my clothes. As my jockey shorts came off my cock sprang out like a striking cobra-hard, erect and trembling. Climbing back onto the rolling, heaving water bed, I positioned myself alongside of Pam's writhing body and sat cross-legged. My enormous cock stood up from my black pubic bush like a flesh lance. As her lust grew, her head snapped to the right and she saw my organ. Her eyes widened in surprise.
"OH JESUS! Ifs been so long....I'd forgotten how magnificent....Can I? Ugh No!" she started to reach out to touch my throbbing cock, then withdrew her hand. I wasn't about to force her. Instead, I commenced stroking my shaft in long, slow motions, slowly jacking off.
Her hips bucked faster and faster. Her ripe, firm thighs were spread wide now, and the pink swollen labia majora gaped wide. The pink flesh petals of her inner cunt folds glistened with hot, clear cunt juice. A musky, erotic scent assailed my nostrils-the smell of aroused cunt.
Within two seconds a clear dribble of seminal fluid was oozing from the hole in the end of my engorged cockhead. A sharp, tingling of lust spread from the base of my scrotum up to my inner thighs.
As she bucked and heaved her raw, open cunt, her eyes never left my cock. A glazed, hypnotic look crept into her eyes as she watched me jack off.
Suddenly her right hand snaked out and clutched my cock. Her fingers clamped around my throbbing, hard organ like a velvet vise. She muttered to herself and me as she commenced pumping my cock vigorously.
"I love it . ... Ohh ... yes! So hard ... strong ... and ... ohhh ... feel it throb; like a heart beat gone wild. ... I love it, Jack. ... God, how I've missed a man's hard, throbbing cock ... there! Ughhh ... ahhh ... like a velvet rod- Come ... come, damn it ... Shoot your hot seed out, you stallion ... uh, uh....I'll make that hot come erupt, by God ... ohhh ... my ... my cunt. MY GOD! OHHHH....GOD!"
"Pump it, you funky cunt ... pump, baby! Jack me off! Ahh ... play with my balls!" I groaned, thrusting my pelvis to drive my cock in and out of her velvet clasp. Her fingers gripped, milked and pumped wildly now, urging my hot cauldron of sperm to erupt.
"GOD....OHHH....GOD," she shrieked, "ohh ... I've come twice already....Those balls
... ohhh. ... OHHH. ... YEOHWWW...." She came again for the third time. Still she bucked; violently now, to make the Ben-Wa balls oscillate faster. As her leaping, juicy cunt convulsed and oozed with lascivious, raw lust, her fingers literally became a blur as she jacked off my surging cock. Faster and faster she pumped, gripping me tightly.
"Cock. ... Ohhh ... such a luscious, glorious cock....A wonderful rigid prick....I can feel it ... it's going to ... OWWW. ... GOD! I'M COMIIINNNG, JACK! OH JACK! FUCK ME! NOW! PUT THAT BIG, HARD PRICK IN MY CUNT ... HURRY!"
Nearly ready to ejaculate from her nimble, savage fingers, I stopped the action!
I clutched her hand and removed it from my aching cock, pinned her down and removed the Ben-Wa balls from her convulsing cunt. She nearly flipped with frustration. She'd been right on the edge of a massive orgasm. Fuck, so had I. But my job was to make her lust for a hard cock in her cunt.
"You bastard!" she shrieked, clawing my back like a savage cat, "I'll tear your cock off! ... OHHH GOD!" Her anger faded into tears of frustration.
Straddling her heaving upthrust breasts, I rested my huge, sweaty balls on them and thrust my huge cockhead within an inch of her lips. My seminal fluid dribbled, landing on her lush, full lips. Her eyes blazed up at me, but her tongue gathered the hot, clear fluid into her mouth.
"Suck it! Suck it, you crazy, funky little bitch, or I'll ram it down your fucking throat till ya choke," I growled fiercely. "Bite me, and I'll tear off one of those lovely tits and feed it to you, nipple and all."
As she looked, the glitter of anger was replaced with that dull, glazed look of lust. With a sharp, mewling cry, she lunged and captured my cockhead with those lush, full lips and ingested my cock Into her hot wet mouth. She lunged and buried it deep right to the hilt. She almost strangled, but managed to take the entire shaft. Slowly I moved it ... in ... out ... in ... out. Waves of raw lust tightened my swollen balls until they were tight against my crotch.
Then she began to suck with relish. Her mouth suckled my throbbing phallus, and she gripped the base of my rigid organ to hold it as she wanted it. Her hot, pink tongue flicked-and darted up and down the pulsing underside of my organ, pausing at the tip to roll around and around the swollen ridge of my sensitive glans.
Her grunts of pleasure told me she was savoring the feel and the taste of my organ.
"Mmmm. ... Slurp....mmmm. ... Uhhhggghhh
... ahhhh. ... Mmmmm."
Without warning, I pivoted around. For a moment my cock popped from her mouth, but she retrieved it quickly. Now my balls were hanging in her face and my face was between her ripe, full thighs. Gazing down at the undulating, pulsing folds of her glistening, hot cunt, I plunged deep into the thick, golden tuft of pubic hair and my tongue slithered into the hot, pulsing folds of her sopping cunt.
Immediately she bucked upward and moaned with delight, then commenced grinding her cunt against my mouth.
"Suck me, Jack!! Ohhh eat me ... eat my pussy, darling....OH, GOD! YESSS. ... There
... ahhhh."
My tongue flicked across the hot, sopping ridge of her clitoral shaft. I savored the sweet, musky flavor of her juicy cunt meat as I searched for the core of her delicious twat. It popped into my mouth like a ripe grape, taut, pulsing and throbbing. It was the perfect clitoris-firm, round and covered with thick, hot juice. I pulled it, sucked it, then rolled the tip of my tongue around and around its taut, throbbing base.
"OHHH. ... GOD. ... YES. ... AHHHHH. ... THAT'S IT....OHHHH....Jack, suckle it! Flick it! OHHHHH ... GOD, GOD, I can't stand it ... It's ... I ... JACK! FUCK ME....
YES....YES....Put this big hot cock into my
... NOW!"
Whirling around, I positioned myself, spread her cunt lips with my thumbs and lunged. As my cock penetrated the convulsing channel of her hot, wet cunt she shrieked with fiendish lust and lunged upward against my thrust, taking my surging cock all the way to the hilt.
"OH GOD. ... GOD, GOD...." she whimpered, "don't stop ... fuck me, fuck me with that big, gorgeous cock. ... Deep, baby, deep....
Give it to me-I've missed so much ... OHHH
YES! YES, DARLING!!"
I fucked her slowly at first, with long, deep strokes. As her moans grew louder and I felt the velvet ridges of her vagina commence to ripple and contract around my cock, I fucked her more savagely. Then, as her contractions became more powerful, I fell onto her writhing torso, buried my fingers deep into the soft resilience of her full butt cheeks and commenced fucking her more savagely.
As the thick lava of my seething come spurted up the plunging length of my cock, she arched her back and received the gushing flood of my hot semen with shrieks of joy and lust.
"OHHH GOD. ... GOD! FUCK, FUCK. ... CREAM, BUCKETS OF HOT, MALE CREAM. ... YAAHHHHH!!"
Her cunt closed like a velvet hand and her convulsing cunt muscles milked out every last drop of my semen. Spent, my cock shrank and slithered out of her cunt, covered with come and globs of her sweet, musky cunt juice. She shuddered for nearly five minutes as the waves of lust inside her luscious, fucked out body subsided.
Finally she pulled me down beside her. "Jack, I know I'll be all woman, now. You know why?"
"No," I replied sleepily, "why?"
"I don't love you!" she said.
"Who ever said...." I started to reply.
"That's the point. I just enjoyed a wild lustful fuck with a complete stranger. I not only let a stranger into me, I demanded it! For years I made fucking contingent on love. Since my father's cock was my first, and he rejected my sexuality, I subconsciously reciprocated by rejecting the male organ ... his first, of course, but all other males too! Cock, prick, penis were my metaphor of love, which is ridiculous. A cock has no mind. It can't love ... or reject love. It's simply an organ of sensuous pleasure ... and the owner doesn't have to love a gal for her to enjoy his prick."
"Very astute, very, very astute. The same goes for cunt, ole girl," I chuckled, "and yours is particularly delicious. How about another fuck?"
Instead of answering, she straddled me and commenced massaging my cock into erection. It took two minutes flat. As she impaled herself on its rigid length and took it inside her hot, pulsing cunt, she closed her eyes and moaned with sensual delight.
"Poor Carl," she murmured, 'T just may fuck him to death before our first anniversary."
She jerked and shuddered at the thought. It was the first of five orgasms she experienced before I came.
CHAPTER FIVE
All work and no play ... well, even in my new work it can make for a dulling of the senses. Pam had been cured in one session and I wasn't scheduled for another patient for several weeks. Sitting around the apartment was getting on my nerves. I was about to phone the Sherman's and tell them I was going to Acapulco, when the phone rang.
It was Gail, our funky physical technician and lover to George Sherman.
"Jack, I need a little diversion," she announced forthrighdy; one of her better character traits. "Let's you and I break out for an evening. O.K.?"
"When shall I pick you up and where shall we go?" I accepted without hesitation.
"I'll be ready at eight, and I'll surprise you with where." She hung up.
She was really dressed to kill. A micro-miniskirt that barely covered her cunt. She couldn't bend over, even a little, without exposing that marvelous crotch. Her full, meaty breasts were just barely covered by the red velvet blouse. They moved and bounced like ripe, fresh melons; unrestrained by a bra. As she climbed into the car, I saw her dark, full nipples were erect and hard. Her blue eyes looked at me with devilish defiance.
"You like?" she said huskily.
"Love 'em, baby, simply love 'em. I just hope you don't get arrested for indecent exposure."
"Nobody will ever arrest me for being indecent. Not tonight, anyway. I need some action ... real action."
I wondered why George wasn't keeping her fulfilled. Shit! Why should I worry about George. If he couldn't cut it, I was very happy to take his place. I'd been wondering when I'd get a chance to experience the very obvious delights of Gail's dark, sensuous body. She was really a wet dream come true. I could just imagine the dark moist lushness of her cunt. It made my cock swell into a full hard-on. She noticed.
"Well, thank you, doll," she chuckled lewdly, "I needed that." Her hand closed on my bulging crotch and she squeezed it lovingly. "Later, baby, later. I'm just as anxious as you. My crotch is sopping with juice already."
"Why go out, then...."
"You'll see, you'll see!" she replied. "We got all evening, doll; just trust me."
As we entered the bar I conjectured the name. 'Swing Low' conjured up thoughts of the old South. Well, as it turned out ... south was involved, if you consider that anything above the waist is north. The decor was very plush. The lights were quite low, and the people were upper middle class, at least by their looks.
No long-hairs or kooks were present. The music was directly out of the fifties-soft, romantic and smooth.
Gail's eyes swept the crowd as if in search of someone as we seated ourselves at the luxurious bar. I ordered a Scotch highball for myself and a stinger for Gail. "Hey, do you see somebody you know?"
"No, I am looking for somebody I want to know," she chimed impishly.
My eyes fell on the well-dressed, handsome couple at a nearby booth. He was about forty, but very trim and well-built. The woman was about thirty-five, but a real knockout. Large, full breasts that didn't sag despite the fact she was braless. Her platinum blonde hair hung down over round, soft shoulders in a cascade of glimmering silver. Something about her was very, very sensual.
Gail and I had another drink while the combo took a break. When they returned and commenced playing a slow bolero, the trim, handsome guy appeared at our side.
"Hello," he said in a cool, charming voice. "Would you mind if I ask your lady to dance?"
"That depends on how you feel about me asking your lady," I countered, smoothly. "And, of course, if Gail wants to dance with a complete stranger."
Gail scanned Mr. Trim for a full three seconds. "I'd love to ... ah...."
"Grant," he answered in a low, rich baritone, "Grant Richmond." Turning to me he said, "My wife's name is Glenda. After this number, we'd like to have you join us at our table, if you would." With that he glided away with Gail toward the dance floor.
Gathering my Scotch and Gail's stinger, I weaved through the crowded tables to where the luscious blonde sat waiting. She looked up and gazed at me with sparkling blue eyes. Mirrored there, deep inside, was the most intense female lust I'd ever seen. It hit me right between the eyes.
"Hello there," she whispered softly. "Put down those drinks and let's dance."
Her firm, supple fingers closed hotly over my hand and she led me onto the dance floor. Turning lithely, she came against me, boldly sensual. The resilient firm mounds of her breasts pressed against my chest and as we commenced dancing, I could feel the full swell of her belly and soft mound of her mons press against my cock. It swelled immediately.
"Mmmm, that is wonderful, I just hate a man who doesn't respond," she murmured in my ear. Her perfume was musky and highly erotic. With each lithe note of the sensual bolero music, Glenda ground her soft mons hard against my bulging cock with a subtle, bucking movement. Her body was supple, firm and very seductive. I could feel the ripe firmness of her thighs with each step and her warm breath on my ear made my balls tingle with lust.
"How in the hell am I going to look when I walk back to our table, lady!" I joked.
"Honey, don't worry about it. And you stand corrected, baby; I'm not a lady," she rejoined.
She was. also more than a little drunk, at least I thought so. We made it back to the booth where Grant and Gail were already seated. Gail caught sight of my condition and giggled.
"Your brains are showing, darling. Glenda, dear, you have my congratulations."
"Well, dear, I assume you were just as clever with Grant. Let's see," she giggled, reached over to her husband's crotch and grabbed a feel. "Aha!
Just as I thought. Good! A man should have a good hard-on when a girl dances with him. ... Shows he's alive and useful."
Four drinks and two dances later we were all loosened up, the talk was now heavily loaded with sex.
I grinned at Grant and said, "I don't know about you fella, but I'm getting tired of hauling this erection around."
"Me too, Jack," he exclaimed waggishly. "These broads don't have that problem so they act smug. Shit! I wish they had to walk around with a hard-on, just once."
Gail and Glenda looked at each other, then put their heads together and started whispering. A gleam of devilishness shone in their eyes when they finished. After the next dance they insisted that Grant and I sit beside each other in the booth. We humored them. Gail on Grant's left and Glenda on my right, we ordered another drink.
Two seconds after the cocktail waitress left, I suddenly felt a pair of fingers fumbling with my pants. Before I could stop her Glenda had unzipped my fly and had my cock in her fingers. Grant's cry of surprise and Gail's movements told me she had accomplished the same objective.
"What the goddamned hell do you two...." Grant bellowed.
"Shhh," hissed Gail. "Everybody is looking. Just be quiet."
Glenda's fingers squeezed my rigid cock with great relish.
"You guys have complained about your little problem....Mmmm-No, guess you were right ... a big problem, and we're going to solve it for you."
Stunned, I growled, "You wouldn't dare!"
Her fingers closed, then opened and commenced to pump my shaft with slow, tantalizing strokes. She was jacking me off right in the middle of a public place.
"Don't move, lover, or the whole room will see this gorgeous tool. Jesus, Gail, Jack is hung like a fucking stallion. ... God! My pants are wet already! I just might come from the sheer feel of this glorious prick." Her fingers pumped faster.
Grant's eyes stared straight ahead as if he were mesmerized. His breath was jerky and sweat beads formed on his forehead. I could see Gail's shoulder moving as she jacked him off. Her eyes glittered with lust.
"Come, baby, come ... come a bucket for lil' Gail. Think about my dark juicy cunt, baby, it's all hot and funky for your big, strong cock. ... Waiting, waiting ... throbbing with desire. ... Just slavering to feel your big hard prick slide deep ... deep into it....Yes, baby, come, COME!!"
Her fiercely vulgar monologue was driving him wild. He was gasping. Glenda's voice was-softer as she talked to me, but that made, it all the more erotic.
"Think about my pussy, doll. Think! Soft, blonde pubic hair and your face buried deep. ... And the smell ... musky ... sweet. ... Your tongue finds my clitoral shaft. It's swollen thick and throbbing to have your hard, hard prick slide against it ... fucking my cunt with hard, pounding thrusts...."
Her hand pumped faster and faster as she spoke. Her voice was coarse and husky from the lust she felt. My hot load of semen was boiling and surging at the base of my scrotum as the vision she painted in my mind became real.
On my left, Grant moaned and writhed, his eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched together tightly. Gail's eyes bored into his brain with glazed lust as she urged him into orgasm.
Quickly, I slipped my right hand between Glenda's thighs and sought her cunt. Her inner thighs were moist with sweat and she parted her strong, full thighs at my touch. Like a guided missile my fingers found her hot, wet core. As my forefinger plunged deep into the molten vortex of her sopping cunt hole she moaned softly, shuddered, and came.
As the orgasmic spasms ripped through her cunt she pumped viciously and my cream burst forth in a series of quick, savage spurts. She used it as a lubricant and pumped harder, squeezing the last drop from my tortured balls.
"You bitch....Ohhh GOD!" I croaked and slumped back to enjoy the quick, sharp spasms of delight coursing through my balls, cock and loins.
Grant cried out softly and bucked upward.
"Come....COME....AAA YES...." Gail grunted, her eyes now were slits of lust and a small trickle of drool formed at the corner of her full, velvety lips. A quick shudder passed through her and I knew she'd come, too.
Gasping and slightly embarrassed, we paid the check and left Glenda chuckled as we got to the parking lot. "Can you see the look on that waitress's face when she picks up those napkins....
They are covered with semen. Jesus! Bet she'll come right in her panties."
By the time we got to the Richmond home, everyone was exhausted. The booze and excitement of the masturbation had taken its toll. We had accepted their invitation to stay all night because we were too damned tired to resist. Gail was asleep when we pulled into the driveway.
I carried her to the bedroom designated by Glenda, undressed her and put her limp, sensual body into the bed. I followed in about two minutes and fell fast asleep. I, too, had drunk more than usual and even Gail's warm, voluptuous body couldn't make me resist the more demanding charms of sleep.
The surging splash of the shower woke me the next morning. Bright rays of sun were streaming through the curtains, causing me to rub my eyes. Somewhere I heard Grant's baritone rendering a ballad. He also was showering. Gail came out of the bathroom with a large towel wrapped around her full, voluptuous body.
"Good morning, Sir Cock," she chirped playfully, pulled back the sheet and grabbed my cock. It was hard. I hadn't urinated yet.
"Aha ... a piss hard-on, eh? Well, rise and shine. I'll get the shower warm for you." She bounced onto the bed and lit a cigarette. The towel fell around her lush, tan thighs, exposing her full, meaty tits. The nipples popped up tautly and were delicious-looking, set against the large brown aureoles.
"After your bath, baby-after you're all pink and clean," she said, gazing at my erect cock.
I showered carefully, savoring the hot water and soap. Then, using a razor I found in the medicine cabinet, I shaved. I was about to finish the shave when the door opened.
"Hi, lover," chimed a sultry voice. A set of warm supple fingers slid between my buttocks and closed around my balls. I nearly cut my throat.
"Glenda!" I cried, "What in the name of...." I stopped as I turned, She was stark naked. Her platinum hair draped over her soft shoulders and large, full breasts like a silken cape.
Her flat, smooth stomach flared into an expanse of creamy belly, ending at the thick, curly triangle of platinum pubic hair. It rested like a crown in the crest of a prominent mons veneris, and curled around the rim of two pink cunt lips. Her ripe velvety thighs were full and firm. My cock grew to half-erection immediately..
"Well, now, that's more like it, doll! Mmmm ... just as I remember it: hard, big and ready to fuck," she murmured. "C'mon lover, let's join Grant and Gail."
To my surprise, Gail lay back with her full thighs spread wide. Grant lay alongside of her, tonguing the erect buds on her breasts and probing the folds of her open cunt. His fingers roamed through the raven-black thicket of Gail's pubic hair, then crept into the dark, hairy notch formed by her thick, full cunt lips. Gail sighed with pleasure and clutched his erect cock with her right hand.
"Ohhh. ... Yess. ... Deeper, darling. ... Your fingers feel soooo good in my cunt....There....Ohhhh yes, yes ... now find my clit. . , . AHHHHH...."
I grabbed Glenda and threw her onto the bed alongside Grant and Gail. She looked up at me with mocking eyes. "What's the matter, lover? Lay down, baby! On your back! Right next to Gail. There! Now let me have that gorgeous cock of yours. I'm hungry!"
She positioned herself between my open thighs, grabbed my semi-hard cock and captured it with her full, wet lips.
"MMMMM...." she moaned and commenced bobbing her head up and down. Her hot, hungry mouth glided up and down my cock like a wild hot cunt. My cock swelled to full erection as the familiar tinglings of lust commenced to swell in my scrotum. Her wild, flicking tongue roamed and licked my shaft, flickered down to my balls, then her head burrowed deeper into my crotch and her mouth captured one of my balls. She rolled it around in her hot, wet mouth, savoring the texture. Alternately she suckled first one testicle, then the other. Her hair danced on my belly like platinum silk. As I savored this wild suckling, I looked to my right. Gail was on her knees between Grant's thighs. Her full lips were drawn taut as she sucked his huge, vein-corded cock with slow, gliding strokes. Her large, meaty tits bounced as her hungry lips glided up and down his huge, gleaming organ. The nipples were engorged and erect from complete arousal.
She shifted; her buttocks were now directly above my head and her thighs straddled my head. There, between the soft, firm swell of her moist inner butt cheeks gaped the wine-red, fluted lips of her cunt. They were ringed with crisp, black cunt hair. In the midst of the rich, red folds of her labia I saw the swollen ridge of her pulsing clitoral shaft. On the end, a large, pink flesh bud pulsed and throbbed. A more magnificent clitoris didn't exist.
The sight was too much. I reached up, buried my fingers in the firm resilient moons of her ass and pulled her gaping cunt down onto my face.
An aroma of sweet, heady mush flooded my nose. The strong, erotic odor of cunt! I buried my mouth at its source. She reciprocated and thrust her mons hard against my face. The searing, wet moistness of her cunt enveloped my mouth and nose. Her hot, wet cunt lips parted and my tongue lashed deep into the musky, oozing depths of her cunt meat, caressing the thick, throbbing ridge of her clitoral shaft, then curling around the taut, swollen nub of her pulsing clitoris. It was like a small cockhead protruding from the juicy folds, of her labia minora; full of lust, desire and covered with hot, sweet cunt honey.
As I closed my lips around the succulent bud she moaned hoarsely with desire and commenced rotating her pelvis in tight, jerky circles. With her mouth full of Grant's huge, throbbing cock, all she could emit was a hoarse, urgent grunt of lust
Sucking her taut clitoris hard, I flicked my tongue-tip back and forth across the pulsing nub in quick, flickering strokes. The strong muscles in her ass rippled like a mass of pythons and her moans of delight filled my ears like a shot of lustful adrenalin. My hips commenced undulating and thrusting.
This drove my steel-hard cock deep into Glenda's throat and I felt my cockhead sink into her larynx. It drove her wild!
Like an animal gone mad, her mouth closed on my throbbing organ like a hot, velvet vise and her supple fingers squeezed my swollen testicles as if to push out my boiling seed by sheer force.
Simultaneously I felt her forefinger penetrate my anus and plunge into my anal canal. Deeper and deeper it probed until it reached the bulge of my prostate gland. Then, as she wiggled her finger and massaged my prostate, her mouth glided upward until only the head of my cock was enclosed in her writhing mouth. A wild, hot surge of lust coursed through my frame as her lashing tongue rolled around and around the thick swollen ridge of my glans. Waves of searing pleasure rolled through my scrotum and I knew I would ejaculate any second now.
Lunging upward with my face, I thrust the full length of my tongue into the spasming vortex of Gail's cunt hole and twisted it like a corkscrew. Simultaneously I spread her butt cheeks apart until they were open to the extreme. My thumb caressed the wrinkled lips of her asshole in slow circles; then I eased it into the tight, hot opening of her anus. She moaned hoarsely and sucked Grant's cock even faster. His cries of lust filled the air.
"God, baby, God! Abhh....OHHHH
JESUS. ... SUCK THAT THING. ... AHHH. ... SUCK ME, SUCK ... SUCK....YEESSS ... PM ... OH GOD! ANIMAL! SHE-BITCH! SUCK, BITCH! YEOOWWWW. ... TAKE IT ... TAKE IT. ... YAAGGHHHH" He ejaculated into Gail's voracious mouth in huge, thick spurts of hot, creamy seed, as I loosened my boiling semen into Glenda's in a series of gushing explosions. A flare of white, blinding light exploded as my orgasm rippled through my scrotum, balls and belly like electric pulses of raw, indescribable pleasure.
Gail's body shuddered with a powerful convulsion and her cunt hole closed around my thrusting tongue and held it tightly as spasms of raw cunt pleasure rolled through her tightly locked cunt hole. Her mouth was free of Grant's cock and she shrieked her pleasure in coarse, raw fuck words.
"GOD. ... OH GOD! SUCK. ... OH, SUCK MY ... JESUS! TM ... YES! SUCK THAT TONGUE DEEP ... AHHWH....GOTCHA....OHHH....OHHHH GODDAMN, I'M COMMmnNNNG ... FUCK....SUCK! AAHHHHGGGHHH!"
She writhed like a tortured python, rammed her butt and cunt down on my face and shuddered with raw lust as her orgasm rippled through her convulsing cunt, belly and thighs. Then she flung herself sideways, gasping with delight as her orgasm commenced to subside.
I gazed down at Glenda. Her head was resting on my belly. Her lips were covered with the white creamy globs of my come and her tongue snaked lazily over her lips as she ingested the remnants of my semen. She savored each drop of the thick stuff as if it were priceless wine.
She gazed up at me as she licked and savored my sperm and her fingers clutched and fondled my limp, wet cock.
"Oh, baby," she murmured between licks, "I just knew you'd taste delicious, but I didn't know you'd come so much. Mmmmmm ... like a fucking fire hose. Mmmmmmm ... love the taste of that hot, salty come."
Grant lay on his side, his handsome head propped on his hand. His other hand lay on top of his wife's cunt. His fingers were probing the depth of it as he spoke.
"She's not lying, ole buddy. I've seen her suck six cocks in a row and never miss a drop of come. She could drain an army of studs. You should feel her cunt; she is ready to fuck again right now."
The sight of his finger slithering in and out of Glenda's swollen, juicy cunt lips made my cock swell slowly to erection again. Before I knew it my organ was again being enveloped by hot, slick cunt and I wondered how many times I could make it, because Gail and Glenda made it quite clear that they were just getting warmed up.
I did pretty well, I guess, because Glenda whispered in my ear as Gail and I departed around five that afternoon, "See you next week, you stallion. My cunt hasn't felt anything as good as that steel-hard rod of yours since I was fifteen. He was a black man and hung like a stud horse. Bye for now, lover."
I knew I would see her again; once turned-on, a cunt like Glenda never let's a good one escape.
CHAPTER SIX
I was still between assignments several days later when the door chimes sounded. I was right in the middle of fixing myself a small dinner of spaghetti and meatballs. I even had some fresh Italian breadsticks and a cold bottle of Chianti.
It was Curt Dillon, a divorced guy in his mid-forties who lived in the adjacent apartment. I'd swapped lies with him around the pool a couple of times and he seemed like a helluva nice guy.
"Hi, Jack. Hope I am not interrupting anything sensual," he said. He'd seen several of my female visitors, no doubt. "I'm in a real bind, Jack. Frankly, I need a real big favor."
"Anything but money, Curt. Anything at all," I replied before I thought what such an offer could include.
"I feel very embarrassed even asking, since you're not an old buddy of long-standing, but like I said, I'm in a bind. As you know, I am divorced, but I've got a couple of teenage kids. Naturally, they stay with my wife. But every once in a while she asks me to take one of them for the weekend. Guess she's found a live one for this weekend, because she just delivered my daughter to my doorstep about thirty minutes ago, and I didn't dare refuse. Actually, I was glad until I remembered I have to attend a series of business meetings with our Board of Directors this weekend."
"Yeah, I got the picture, but I haven't got a place for her to sleep except the couch," I replied. A twit-headed teeny-bopper wasn't exactly in my weekend plans either, so I hoped he would take the hint
"Christ, baby, that's no sweat. You should see where kids nowadays bunk-up. Crash-pads, on the ground at Big Sur, any place at all, hey, you are a real friend."
I hadn't remembered saying yes, but I was hooked. "Don't mention it, besides, I'll expect a return favor one day."
"Name it and you got it. Now listen, Angela won't be a bit of trouble and what's more, she can really cook. I'll go get her," he exclaimed and rushed out to deliver his daughter to me.
He must have had her ready before he left because in less than two minutes he was back with Angela. I wasn't prepared for such a doll. For some reason I'd envisioned a freckle-faced scrawny little broad with buck teeth. I'd forgotten that three-fourths of the centerfolds in Playboy and Penthouse were teenage females. Angela was a sex-pot from top to bottom.
"Hi, Mr. Manley," she greeted me as her dark brown eyes boldly scanned my frame, pausing for a split second on the bulge of my crotch. No! I was wrong. Had to be; she was only sixteen, for Chrissake; barely into puberty. "I promise to be very inconspicuous and quiet."
"I am delighted Angela, the joint could do with a little female touch," I answered awkwardly.
"Just make yourself at home. I'm afraid you'll have to sleep on the couch, though, I don't actually have a bedroom."
"Hey, Jack," Curt exclaimed, "don't worry. Angie's like a little kitten. She can curl up anywhere, right honey?"
She had preceded Curt and me into the oneroom sex lab I called my apartment and was surveying it in awe. I wondered what was going on in her mind as she gazed at the sex-pad, and my eyes feasted on her succulent young body.
Her raven-black hair hung down to her full, firm buttocks in a lustrous mantle. The one-piece jersey jumpsuit she wore was molded to the lush curves of her luscious body like paint The cleft formed by her full, lush buttocks was a cock-swelling sight as it moved with the rolling rhythm of each full, round butt cheek. As she turned to face us, my eyes traveled over the fullness of her bobbing tits, the smooth swell of her tummy and finally rested on the pronounced notch formed by her young cunt lips. They were firm, full and perfectly shaped, and couched between soft rounded thighs that made my mouth water.
She observed my careful inspection quite nonchalantly.
"Oh yes, Mr. Manley, I can curl up anywhere; just anywhere." I thought I detected a special, emphasis on 'anywhere'. Jesus! What was wrong with me? She was built like a sex-pot but she still was only a little girl, and I, certainly was old enough to be her father.
Curt left in a flurry of thanks, glad to be off the hook at last, and I commenced finishing preparations for dinner. Angela asked to help, but I told her to relax because I was nearly finished anyway.
"Hope you like spaghetti, Angela," I ventured.
"Love any kind of food, Mr. Manley, I'll eat anything," she replied. Again, I detected a slight emphasis on the word 'anything,' or at least I thought so. I deliberately forced such thoughts from my dirty, prurient mind Christ! What could a sixteen-year-old know about eating, in the context that flashed into my brain! Hamburgers, hot dogs and candy! That was what eating meant to kids.
I served the meal on the rug in front of the fireplace. Angela sat cross-legged opposite me, like an Indian, and maneuvered the long strands of spaghetti into her luscious, full-lipped young mouth with gusto. "Mmmm ... delicious," she exclaimed between bites. "I was starving."
As I ate I couldn't help exploring her crotch again since it was staring me right in the face and her legs were wide open in the cross-legged position. Even in such a spread open position her vulva was clearly out-lined under her blue velvet jumpsuit. I'd never seen such full, firm cunt lips. Normally, the woman's labia lose that full, firm ripeness soon after they reach puberty. I'd always wondered why it had to happen, because there is nothing more erotic to the look and touch as a pair of full, firm cunt lips; particularly if they're covered with a thick growth of crisp black pubic hair as I was sure Angela's were.
Despite my vow not to entertain this kind of thought about a sixteen-year-old girl, my cock was swollen to full erection and throbbing with lust. Without even checking I knew it was bulging and clearly visible beneath my slacks. Doubleknits aren't designed to conceal.
"Mr. Manley...." Angela started.
"Call me Jack, honey. I don't dig the formal bit," I interjected.
"Nice! Well, Jack, I've been looking at your place and I really dig it. Kind of a bachelor's paradise, isn't it? Wow! That's the craziest water bed I've ever seen, and the mirrors are ... well, golly, real swingin', if you know what I mean. I'll bet...." she stopped.
"What? What did you want to say?" I asked.
"I'll bet you got a lot of real sexy girlfriends who really make these mirrors jump!" she blurted.
A little off guard, I just grinned and shrugged. "Have a breadstick." How do you respond to that kind of statement from a kid who's sixteen but lives in a body so funky you could eat it without washing. She took the breadstick. They were made specially by the small Italian bakery on Sunset Blvd. and were much larger in diameter than most. In fact I remembered joshing Lou Fortuno, the owner, about it.
"They look phallic, Lou; almost sensual. I suppose you gotta get your jollies in any business, but cock-size breadsticks ... whew!"
Lou had gone along. "That's my way to keep the female trade happy, Jack. When the ole man he'sa too tired ... well, a good thick breadstick can come in very handy, eh!"
As Angela went to work on hers, I suddenly realized he probably wasn't kidding, completely. She licked the rounded end with her soft, pink tongue and then enveloped the thick shaft of bread slowly into her mouth. Her soft, full lips were stretched tautly around the breadstick like it was a huge cock. Then, lifting her eyes and staring straight into mine, she commenced sucking it in and out of her luscious mouth in slow, tantalizing strokes. My cock literally trembled with lust as my mind conjured up the same luscious mouth doing the same thing to it. It took me a full ten seconds to finally realize that Angela was deliberately performing with the breadstick to turn me on. It dawned on me that sixteen in 1973 was not the same as sixteen twenty years ago. "Girls were fucking like whores at fourteen nowadays, and sucking cock to boot!
"Mmmm ... these are delicious, Jack. So full and firm, too," she murmured huskily. Her eyes were doing a job on me as she sucked, scanning my bulging crotch like laser beams of restrained lust. She was trying to seduce me, by God! Christ! If only she was eighteen! Sixteen is still San Quentin quail in California, despite the changing sexual mores. And her father would cut my balls off, besides. No! No way! I could get enough action without fucking a teeny-bopper, so I ignored her as best, and as gracefully, as possible during the rest of the meal. Then I excused myself and drove down to the strip to get cigarettes.
It helped. By the time I returned my hard-on was gone and I was looking forward to a good night's sleep.
Angela was in the bathroom when I returned, but I noted that she had done the dishes and cleaned up the dinner mess while I'd been gone.
Good! She'd gotten my message. I mixed myself a highball and relaxed with the paper.
I finished the paper, then mixed myself a second belt. Then I realized how long Angela had been in the bathroom. Curious, I walked over to ask if she was O.K. Lots of people have bad accidents in the bathroom. The door was ajar about two inches and I was about to call out when my eyes beheld the scene through the crack of the door.
There, on the thick white carpeting, was Angela. Completely naked, she lay on her side with one luscious leg propped up and the other spread wide. The full, ripe mounds of her breasts moved lazily on her glorious young torso and her smooth flat stomach undulated in erotic counterpoint rhythm with the smooth, creamy expanse of her flawless belly and thick tuft of crisp, black pubic hair atop the sensuous swell of the most delicious mons veneris I've ever seen. Below this curly forest, two thick cunt lips gaped wide, exposing a juicy mass of wine-red cunt meat.
Impaled in the midst of this lustful mass of juicy meat was the shaft of one of the dildos I kept in the bathroom cabinet. It was gliding in and out of her cunt hole in slow, erotic strokes. Her tapered fingers guided it lovingly in deep, plunging into the musky depths of her swollen, lust-ridden cunt
Her head was flung back and her eyes were closed as she savored the wild sensations being produced in her young, lusty loins by the thick, hard shaft of the dildo. Her mouth was parted slightly as she moaned her pleasure with each thrust of her pelvis against the gliding lunges of the false cock.
"Ohhh ... yes, Jack, yes, yes darling. ... Fuck me, dear ... deeper, deeper. ... God, how I love that wild, hard cock in my cunt ... ohhh. ... Ohhhh!!"
Transfixed, I couldn't move. The sheer power of such pure lust in a sixteen-year-old girl gripped me with impossible strength. My cock was nearly bursting the seams of my pants, seeking to be free and plunge into that magnificent lust-hungry mass of delicious, juicy cunt meat, between the undulating, writhing thighs of that funky young bitch.
"Ohhh ... God. ... God! Yes! Ohhh YESSSS JACK....Fuck me hard! More darling ... OHHHH ... YES! Yes ... COME! OHHHH ... OH ... I'M ... GIVE IT TO ME, YOU STALLION....AAAAAHHHHGGHH....!!"
She shrieked as her nubile young body writhed in rhythm to the onslaught of a powerful, raging orgasm. Her pelvis leaped and pumped violently in the age-old thrusting motions of a woman in the heat of lust. Suddenly her entire body arched upward, then froze into a shuddering, rippling statue of orgasmic release. Her verbalizing degraded to harsh, guttural grunts of raw lust.
"UAUUUGHHH ... aaaaagghhh ... SUCK! FUCK! SHIT....COME ... HOT ... THICK ... OHHHH!!" she moaned, then collapsed onto the thick rug, her body, tits and cunt still jerking with pleasure as waves of hot, searing lust rolled through her flesh
Still frozen in the doorway, I suddenly realized I was uncomfortable. Looking down, I saw a blotch of wetness on my inner thigh. I'd come in my pants and hadn't even realized it! I moved quietly away from the door and quickly changed pants before Angela came out of the bathroom.
Finally she appeared, dressed only in a transparent nightie.
"Sorry I tied up the bathroom so long, Jack, but I'm sure you know by now that females take too much time in them; what with hair and make-up, etc."
The only thing wrong with that remark was the fact that she wore no make-up and her hair had never "seen a curler.
"Christ, I thought you had died. I was about to check, but I know girls hate to be disturbed when they're messing around in the bathroom." And such messing around, little funky cunt. Jesus!
She didn't carry it any further. She crawled under the sheets I'd placed on the couch and said goodnight. I went into the bathroom and got into some pajama bottoms which I hated to wear. And I checked the dildo. It was all clean and dry. My cock swelled to rock-hardness as my fingers touched the plastic shaft that had been inside Angela's lush, juicy cunt not ten minutes ago, Shit! If she had been eighteen ... father or no father!
I had a tough time getting to sleep. When I did, I began to dream. And such dreams! My mattress changed from a water bed into an enormous cunt. My body lay in the giant furrow formed by two gigantic labia. A thick bush of crisp, curly pubic hair was my pillow and my ass rested in the cup of an enormous vaginal opening. Warm, lubricating emit honey covered me with its sweet musky fragrance.
Then the huge cunt commenced to move up and down in gradually increasing undulations and something clasped my erect cock and commenced jacking me off. My swollen testicles also were enveloped with warm flesh that caressed, massaged and squeezed with urgent, lustful pressure.
A distant voice muttered a cacophony of street words in worship of my genitals.
"Mmmm. ... My God, what a gorgeous, hard cock ... so thick ... so hard and strong. ... Ohhh, and such huge balls, soft, virile and full....
It was Angela's voice! Jesus, if only it weren't a dream. Then I could reciprocate and savor the funky, delicious lushness of her body. Her fingers around my cock began to move urgently and waves of exquisite pleasure coursed through my loins, surged through my scrotum and rippled up my spine. The voice grew more husky and demanding.
"Wake up, damn you ... wake up! I wanna see your eyes when I jack your cock. ... Gotta see your eyes," it commenced.
I opened my eyes! There, alongside me on the bed, knelt Angela. Her face was afire with lust; beneath half-closed eyelids two blazing orbs gazed at me with burning rampant desire.
"Jesus, Angie! What the goddamn...." I croaked, and tried to leap from the bed. She squeezed my balls firmly and the pain halted my escape.
"Oh, come on, Jack, don't act so shocked. Tell me you didn't know I wanted your big prick inside of me! Tell me you don't like what I'm doing! Relax and enjoy it like my brother does. God, does he ever!"
She sounded like a full-grown woman, and her nimble fingers manipulated my throbbing cock and swollen balls with the expertise that could only result from practice.
"I know," she cooed huskily as she pumped my cock a little faster, "I'm too young and maybe I'll yell 'fuzz' just to cause trouble. Mmmm ... Jesus, I love the feel of a real man-size prick. ... Don't worry, Jack. I won't breathe a word of this to Daddy. Really! I swear! That is, if you'll do as I ask!"
Blackmail! Jesus, what a mess. My job! Maybe a prison record. All this flashed through my mind simultaneously with the waves of lust resulting from the manipulations of her strong young fingers. Shit! I decided to take the offense and enjoy myself at the same time. I commenced moving my pelvis up and down in counter-rhythm to her hand strokes, and slid my fingers inside her thighs. They were velvety soft, but firm and resilient. My fingertips finally found her crisp, thick pubic thatch.
"Yeah. ... Oh yeah ... I see you understand. Yes! Do me too! Do me quick! Fuck me with those long, powerful fingers. ... There! Ohhh....
Yes!" My middle finger had found the hot, moistness of her inner lips and was massaging the juicy, swollen ridge of her clitoral shaft. Her fingers squeezed my shaft more tightly and her other hand massaged, kneaded and squeezed my balls with unrestrained lust as she gasped with delight at my caresses.
"Oh! Wow! God! Ohhhh....Jr. never did it that deliciously. Yes, yes ... just a boy, my little brother ... OOHH. ... Never could show him how to ... OH ... GOD ... more, more ... now my ... ahhh ... yes ... yes ... my clit!" she groaned and began to move her nubile young mons in quick, sharp lunges against my finger.
"You little bitch," I growled hoarsely, "you asked for it, baby, now you're gonna get it, just like the big girls! I'm gonna suck that hot little pip till you scream for mercy, then...." I didn't finish, but left the threat hang unidentified.
"OH GOD. ... YES!" she moaned, "anything! Just don't stop ... OOHHHH ... YESSSS! THERE! OOHH GOD ... fuck ... FUCK! Faster! I'm ... OHHH ... AAGGHHP She jerked wildly; the rippling, slick-hot muscles of her cunt convulsed and clamped around my cock-finger as she came with a wild shriek of raw lust, then collapsed across my chest, her full, meaty tits making a dent in my hot flesh. She shuddered and trembled for a full five minutes as the orgasm gradually subsided into a quivering glow of lust.
Finally she lifted her head and looked into my eyes. "Oh, Jack, that was wild. How can I ever live without more, and more?" she asked huskily and squeezed my hard prick lovingly. "Now you!"
"You got wonderful fingers, Angie, but like I said ... you wanna play big girl games ... you gotta do big-girl things ... SUCK IT!" I growled, then pushed her mouth down to my thick, hard, throbbing cock.
"No!," she cried. "Ughhh! You're crazy! Only whores put that thing in their mouth .,. uuuggghh." She had struggled, but to no avail. As she protested I forced open her jaws and inserted the huge head of my cock between those lush, wet lips and lunged.
"Take it, you funky little teenage bitch. And don't try any tricks! You bite me with those sharp little teeth and I promise you'll wear false ones for the rest of your lie. Nod if you dig!"
Her head bobbed affirmative, so I eased my steel-hard organ deeper into the wet, hot succulence of her trembling mouth. It was a wildly erotic sensation. My cock was being swallowed by a tight, molten mouth of hot, juicy flesh.
She moaned and twisted as if repulsed for a few moments, then just froze. Still holding her head with my left hand, I reached down with my right and buried my fingers in the meaty resilience of her left breast and commenced massaging it and stroking the nipple. In seconds it popped up, taut and erect with pleasure. As I felt the pleasure ripple through her tit she commenced to suck my hard, throbbing cock hesitantly. A few strokes later, as the hot saliva from her mouth lubricated the length of my organ, she lost her reluctance and began to glide up and down the entire length of my cock, slowly, but with some interest. The little bitch was beginning to savor the feel of a man's thick hard prick in her mouth. Sooner or later all cunts learn to love it, and she was no exception.
As she sucked and gobbled with more and more vigor, I felt her strong, supple fingers close about the base of my throbbing cock. Then, moments later, her other hand cupped my engorged balls. As she massaged my shaft and balls with increasing vigor her mouth pumped faster and faster up and down the length of my rigid, throbbing cock. From deep in her throat came the heavy, guttural sounds of lustful pleasure.
"Mmmm ... mmm...." she gurgled, then lifted her mouth momentarily from my pulsing organ. 'I've never done anything so wild ... it's like a big, powerful ... oooohhhh God...." Her mouth swooped down again to recapture my shaft Now she sucked with renewed relish and I saw sharp waves of pleasure ripple across her back muscles. She was really getting warmed up to sucking her first cock. Beads of lust sweat popped out on her forehead and her tongue twisted and rolled around the throbbing shaft of my cock like a live thing.
As waves of pure, raw lust surged through my loins, I commenced thrusting into her hot hungry mouth, savoring the hot, rippling teenage mouth flesh around my pulsing cock. As the pleasure waves turned into sharp, almost electric shocks, I felt the hot semen in my scrotum boil and surge. With a sharp, harsh cry I lunged deep into her wild young mouth and came ... thick, hot globs of cream shot from the depths of my spasming balls and gushed into her pumping, sucking mouth.
"Yaaagggghhh ...!!! Take it ... take it all, you bitch ... ALL ... Aaaaaggghhh ... SUCK! FUCK! CUNT! SHIT!!!"
Her nimble fingers squeezed my balls tightly as she gulped and swallowed the seething foam of my surging seed with relish. Finally it filled her mouth and commenced oozing from the corners of her tautly stretched lips as she struggled to suck more and more-of the hot come from my balls.
Emptied, shuddering from the rolling shock waves of my orgasm, I could only gasp with lust and pleasure. I had just shot my seed into the hungry, hot mouth of a funky young cunt who had loved every rippling inch of my enormous cock, and every hot, creamy drop of my semen. God. How young girls had changed!!
As my organ finally lost its rigidity, it slithered from her soft come-splattered lips. She licked the last drops of come from the corners of those pink, soft lips and looked straight into my eyes.
"Gosh, Mr. Manley, I'm sure glad you made me do it. It was really a mind-busting thing. It tasted wild ... Mnda salty and sweet at the same time ... God, think of all the guys I could taste!! Wow, I can hardly wait to tell Barb ... she's my best friend. Boy, will she be surprised!!"
"Baby, you're just a teeny-bopper, but you're also a natural-born cocksucker. You really like the feel of cock ... yeah." I chuckled and curled her up next to me. We slept soundly all night. As I drifted into sleep, I wondered what her father would do if he ever found out. ... Well, at least I hadn't fucked her.
I crept out the next morning without awakening her. For the balance of the day I ran errands and shopped. Then I checked in at the Institute. It was deserted, but there was an envelope for me on the reception desk. Its contents informed me to make myself available for a new case. It was going to be a lulu! An ex-nun, no less, who had renounced her vows and had decided to join the mainstream of society again. Naturally, sexual adjustment was indicated, so she had signed up with the Institute to expedite the process.
I was so absorbed in speculation on my new case that I wasn't prepared for the scene I stumbled onto when I returned to my pad. I'd forgotten all about Angela!
She was on the water bed, and she had company: another young, luscious little groupie! Both of 'em were stark naked and engaged in one of the most lustful scenes I'd ever seen. They were fucking each other with dildos, taken from my bathroom cabinet, no doubt.
I quickly drew back into the small foyer to watch the wild, erotic scene undetected. They lay alongside each other, head to toe, with their succulent, rounded thighs spread wide. Angela's head was pointed toward me, thus leaving her companion's open crotch directly in my line of vision. And such a sight it was!!
Ripe, firm thighs opened wide below a creamy white expanse of smooth, soft belly. In the exact center a thick, crisp clump of brilliant red pubic hair formed a fiery crown for a firm, softly rounded mons veneris. The red hair grew downward along the crest of two firm, turgid labia, now spread wide, exposing pink-pearl petals of moist young cunt meat. In the midst of this succulent mass was the long black shaft of a dildo, moving in and out of the sopping, quivering orifice of tight young cunt hole in slow, tantalizing strokes. The soft, firm mounds of her inner butt cheeks jerked and quivered as the huge pseudo-organ plunged in and out.
"Oh Angie!! Ohhh Jesus!" moaned the strange, faceless redhead, "God ... I never dreamed how wonderful a really big cock would feel. ... Oohhh ... don't stop ... please ... don't stop! Deeper ... faster ... OOOHHH YESSS ... sooo good! Am I doing you right? Oh I hope so, honey, cause you're makin' my cunt feel, sooo ... oooohhhh God! I can feel the head of that wonderful thing all the way up in my belly ... ramming me ... fucking me ... OOOHHH!! FASTER! OHHH YES ... YES!!!"
Angela plunged the huge dildo into the redhead's pulsing, juicy cunt with savage vigor as the redhead's young lush pelvis rocked and lunged to meet the savage thrusts.
"Feel it, Barb! Feel the hard, thick length of it in your tight cunt, darling ... hard, throbbing cock!! Yes! Do me, too! There ... that's it....Fuck me with it ... harder! OOOHHH ... Jesus! Even Uncle George wasn't this good," moaned Angela as she lunged upward, thrusting her nubile, gaping young cunt in counter-rhythm to the thrusts of the dildo in Barb's hand. Her juicy, hot cunt hole took the entire nine inches of the huge plastic cock and begged for more ... deeper and deeper into the vortex of her hot slick vagina. The enormous white shaft seemed to swallow in the mass of thick, juice-speckled black pubic hair with each thrust.
My cock was nearly bursting to be free of my pants. It was steel-hard and pulsing with power created by watching the wildly erotic scene. Two fresh, ripe young cunts, sopping with cunt honey, slurping, bobbing and thrusting against the punishing, pounding lunges of two plastic cocks ... reaming and plowing deep into the convulsing vortex of lush, hot young cunt!!
Suddenly the redhead sat up and pulled away, leaving Angela holding the huge black dildo glistening with her juices. "I gotta stop for a sec ... I'm goin' outta my skull. Jesus, I wish this thing was real ... a real flesh and blood prick ... with balls and hair," she gasped, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead. She was a beauty! She crawled off the bed, giving me a complete view of her rather sluttish body.
An enormous cascade of fiery, lustrous hair hung down to her narrow waist, framing her oval-shaped face. Large, emerald green eyes glittered from beneath long red lashes. A short, pert nose with flared nostrils perched above two full, thick lips. Jutting proudly from her tiny rib cage, two large, firm breasts moved with heavy, sensual grace. In the center, cast in a base of light pink aureoles, were two grape-sized nipples, taut and erect with lust and desire.
They bobbed and jounced with heavy succulence above a well-muscled stomach and a smooth, ripe, rounded belly. Lush, soft hips flared into full, firm thighs and perfectly rounded legs. She finally turned and crawled back up onto the bed, giving me a cock-hardening look at her ass. Couched between lush, full butt cheeks, two lust-swollen cunt lips peeked from a frame of crisp red pubic hair. They glistened with her juices and gaped open as she straddled Angela's head, and removed the dildo from Angela's grasp.
I'll do you, Angie. I can't really enjoy a phony prick for long. Now relax while I eat that funky, sweet cunt of yours," she muttered huskily, and lowered her head into the valley of Angela's open thighs. She grunted with lust as she attacked the juicy depths of her girlfriend's luscious pussy and began to munch with savage hunger.
"Ooohh ... yes ... yes, Barb ... but are you sure ... can't I," Angie moaned in doubtful passion. Barb didn't answer with words, but her writhing mouth burrowing deeper into Angie's willing cunt was mute testimony to her real desires.
I watched for several minutes, then the sight of Barb's lush, full butt cheeks bobbing and twisting in the air was too much. Quickly I ripped off my clothes. My cock sprang forth, hard and throbbing with lust ... longing to plow deep into young, juicy cunt. Stealthily r crept over to the writhing, naked forms on the bed and positioned myself directly behind the rolling, bobbing butt cheeks of the funky redhead and watched for a few seconds. The twisting, slick lips of her turgid labia made my lust unbearable. She plowed deeper and deeper into Angie's cunt ... probing, lashing, sucking the juicy sweetness of hot pulsing cunt meat. Twisting, slithering and writhing against each other like slavering hungry lips, framed in that luscious ring of fiery-red, crisp hair made them irresistible.
I buried my fingers in the soft lushness of Barb's butt cheeks; parted them to expose the dripping, hot hole I knew was hidden in their folds and guided my cock head into the slick, sweaty crevice. As my enormous cock head penetrated the juicy furrow of her dripping labia and began to seek the entrance of her cunt, she jerked with surprise. It was a fortunate motion because it buried my hard, throbbing organ a full two inches into the hot juicy cavern of her tight, young cunt.
With a savage lunge I thrust it in to the hilt, gasping with lust as my cock was enveloped in the rippling mass of her cunt muscles.
"Angie!! God ... whaa ... my cunt ... a cock ... a big, hard prick," Barb cried. Her head popped up from Angie's cunt, whipped around and gazed at me in startled terror. Yet, surprisingly, her ass thrust backward against my lunging cock, obviously a reflex response of a cunt in full heat.
"It's Jack!! Ooohhh God!!" cried Angie, gazing at me with unbelieving eyes from beneath Barb.
"Yeah, baby, it's Jack ... with a real live cock ... that's what the little lady ordered, I believe," I replied, and lunged deeper into the hot, juicy cunt of her redheaded friend.
Barb didn't panic. I don't know whether it was cool or if she was too far into the depths of lust to give a damn, but she started to roll that lush ass in big, wide circles, grinding my cock against the walls of her hot, rippling cunt with savage desire.
"Don't worry, Barb, Jack's a cool stud. ... And God ... can he fuck!!" Angie reassured. "He's wild, honey ... ooohhh ... wow ... is he ever! Golly, you should see how big that thing looks in your cunt. He's got it buried to the hilt in your hole, darling....OOOHHH YESS ... sock it to 'er. Jack ... fuck Barbie ... fuck 'er hard, Jack....I gotta get some of this action...."
"Quickly, she slithered out from under Barb and put her head under my thighs, resting it on Barb's buns. As I fucked Barb with long, powerful strokes, Angie captured my bouncing balls and commenced sucking them. It was the most deliciously lustful feeling I'd ever had-my cock plunging in and out of a hot, juicy young cunt while two hungry lips devoured my balls!
Barb twisted her head around and gazed at me with sex-glazed eyes as my hard, swollen cock plunged in and out of her hot, slick cunt.
"Ooohhh Jack ... that cock ... it's so huge ... thick ... I love it ... but please don't hurt me-OOOHHH YESSS....SO GOOD....
JESUS, THAT HEAD ... DRIVING INTO ME ... OOOHHH GOD!!! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!!" Her large butt cheeks rolled and pitched against my lunging thrusts into her hot, sopping core of rippling cunt In! Out! Deeper! Harder! Slower; then faster, regulating the cadence of my thrusts to guide the fuck to the peak ... orchestrating her lust like a musical instrument
As I drove deeper into Barb's rippling, convulsing meat, I happened to look back at Angie. The funky little bitch was not only sucking my balls but was also fucking herself with the huge black dildo that Barb had been using. Each time, my cock rammed deep into Barb's writhing cunt, she plunged the huge black dildo into her own gaping cunt hole.
"OOOHH ... Jack ... it's like you're fucking us both at the same time....WOOOWWW.... HARDER, FUCK HER HARDER, YOU BIG FUCKING STUD. ... TM ... MY CUNT, ITS-OOOHHH, MY GOD ... FUCK- ... FUCK ... FUCK MY CUNT, YOU BASTARD!!" she shrieked her lust, then engulfed my entire ball sac deep into her mouth as her body jerked and writhed into an explosive, shattering orgasm.
I moaned and pistoned my cock savagely into the convulsing core of Barb's twitching vagina.
Suddenly her cunt muscles jerked and closed around my rampaging cock like an angry python. She shrieked like a banshee, lunged back against me, flattening those lush butt cheeks against my thighs, and came in a thundering series of spine-shattering spasms.
"AAAGGGGHHH ... FUCK ... SUCK ... COME ... CREAM ... GIVE IT TO MEEEE ... ALL ... ALL OF THAT HOT, THICK man-come ... Nowwww!!"
As her shrieks turned into guttural moans I loosed my hot, thick geyser of sperm deep into the core of her rippling, spasming cunt in quick hot spurts! I rode the powerful shock waves of the most massive orgasm I'd ever experienced. Exquisite shocks of pure, sensual pleasure wracked my body, coursed through my scrotum and rippled up my cock until I nearly passed out.
In ten seconds it was over. I lay entwined with two panting, sweat-soaked bodies of two well-fucked teenagers. They just lay there moaning in sensual delight as the last waves of the powerful orgasms gradually subsided in their lush, ripe bodies.
Angie was the first to speak. "You won't tell Daddy...." she commenced.
"Not if you promise to bring Barb over again when you visit," I replied.
She bristled a bit. "I suppose that means she's better than me!"
"Quit acting like a little girl!" I chuckled. "You're both fantastic, but remember-she hasn't learned how to suck cock yet."
"Oh! Gee ... that's right."
"When can we come back, Jack?" Barb asked, giggling sensually. "We have to learn soon. We're both going to Catalina this summer and even though they're only boys ... I wanna get the pick of the litter, so to speak. Is it as good as fucking like Angie says?"
I didn't answer. I was too busy sucking her taut, erect nipple.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For several days after my mini-orgy with Angie and Barb I did very little but sleep and eat. After a super-saturation of sex I needed a rest. Despite the ultimate in virility, a man must rest I've often envied women their ability to fuck incessantly without respite.
On the fourth day of my rest-break I felt the first renewed stirring in my loins; I was getting horny again. It was triggered while I shopped for some groceries. The cause was a voluptuous brunette, about twenty-four. She was bending over to retrieve something from the frozen food section. Her micro-miniskirt crawled up over her lush buttocks, revealing a set of thick, perfectly formed cunt lips, surrounded by crisp, black cunt hair. It's amazing how many of the younger females avail themselves of the freedom of not wearing panties. My cock hardened immediately and I was just figuring out my approach when she was joined by a rugged-looking young stud who took her by the arm very possessively and moved out of sight
Back at my pad I still felt the tingling sensations triggered by the brunette's succulent cunt
As if in answer to my frustration, the phone rang. It was George Sherman at the Institute.
"Hi, Jack," his deep voice boomed. "Ready for a toughie?"
"Right now I'd take on an inhibited gorilla, George," I quipped.
"Oh, a little lack-a-nookie problem, eh," he chuckled. Then, in a more serious voice, he continued. "I'm not so sure that the case I'm assigning to you will help your problem."
"Lay it on me, George. After all, you don't pay me this kinda bread to fuck the easy ones. Right?"
"True. Very true, Jack, but this one...."
"OK, George, so she's an ex-nun. The note made that clear. She still has a pussy, doesn't she?"
"She is also a Lesbian, Jack!"
"Goodbye, George!" I wasn't God. Jesus! A nun ... maybe; a Lesbian ... maybe; but a combination of both! Wow!
"Hold it, Jack! Don't hang up. Listen! What I meant to say was that she thinks she might be a lez. She's not sure. In fact, she wants us to help her find out, one way or the other."
"Jesus, George, even so ... well, those broads are so brainwashed by their mothers; then by the church ... well ... I don't know." I was very reluctant. I'd known a few nuns during my stint in the service and was convinced that no human female alive could live in such constant celibacy unless they were either lez's or devious wives trying to punish their old men.
"Well, Jack, I can't force you to do it. You wouldn't really try under those conditions anyway," George said. He sounded very disappointed in me.
"OK! ... What the hell; so the worst that can happen is I end up with a case of the 'rocks'. I'll give it a whirl." He'd been damn nice to me and I also felt a little guilty about fucking his wife.
"That's the stuff, Jack," George cried. "Look, her name is Jill. I'll send her on over. OK?"
Suddenly it was very funny. Jack and Jill went up the hill ... I chuckled at the thought. This time Jill was a goddamned nun and wasn't going to go down the hill or down on anything else either; particularly a big hard cock.
Thirty minutes later the door chimes sounded. When I opened the door, I was startled into immobility at the sight of the young female who gazed at me with liquid brown eyes.
"I'm Jill," said a soft, throaty voice. "Dr. Sherman sent me." If this is what nuns look like these days, I thought, I'm about to get religion in a big way. She was a cross between Natalie Wood and Raquel Welch. The face of the former and the body of the latter. Two large tits swelled beneath the clinging nylon blouse, straining to be free to roll and sway as nature had intended. Two equally large nipples were clearly defined. Taut and erect, in fact. Her shoulders were soft and rounded, flowing into a lean, muscular neck and a well-shaped head. Enormous dark eyes gazed at me from beneath long black lashes, and a brave smile curled the ends of an unusually full and sensual mouth. Her lips were real cock-hardeners-large, thick, and just begging for a big hard cock to suck.
Dazed, I motioned for her to enter. As she walked into the fun room I saw that she was rather tiny in stature, but her narrow waist flared sharply into wide, full buttocks that moved in heavy, slow undulations as she went into the other room. In fact, they rippled and swayed with rich promise. Suddenly I felt very depressed. If Jill was a lez, a real lez, it would be the greatest waste since Marilyn Monroe.
As she walked around the room, inspecting the erotic environment, I wracked my brain for a good opening line that would set the right mood to attain the objective we were aiming toward, when I noticed she had stopped in front of a grossly explicit pornographic painting at the foot of the water bed. It depicted a voluptuous young woman on her hands and knees with her buttocks uplifted toward a rugged-looking male who was inserting his huge, hard cock into her cunt from the rear. She, meanwhile, was sucking the huge organ of another man with obvious relish.
Jill's eyes scanned the super-erotic image as if she were hypnotized. As I moved to her side I saw small beads of sweat forming on her trembling upper hp. No question about it-she was very aroused by the painting.
As I drew near she sensed my presence and stated, "Oh!"
"Does the painting offend you, Jill?" I asked challengingly.
"Nooo ... well, maybe 'offend' isn't the proper term. It is most certainly obscene, though."
"Obscene is a negative word," I replied. "And continually applied to anything sexually pleasurable since Queen Victoria found out' that Prince
Albert was a fag and decided to spoil sex for everyone for the next hundred years."
She giggled at that. "Was he really a...."
"Who knows? But it's as good a guess as any. What else could make a Queen of her obviously heavy sexual appetite try to queer one of man's God-given delights for the rest of the world."
"I never thought about it that way! You're right! It is God-given ... isn't it?" she mused. "But you'll have to admit, the painting is ... err ... lewd."
"What you really mean is 'dirty.'" I retorted.
"No!" she cried, whirling her beautiful head to face me. "Sex is NOT dirty! Even the church doesn't teach that idiotic idea." Her eyes were blazing with determination and fire. "Look, Mr. Manley, I renounced my vows as a nun to join the ordinary world for the express purpose of indulging my sexual side."
"Bravo! Now tell me what caused you to realize that you had a sexual side? Evidently, at one time, you were eager to bury that side in the walls of the convent."
She crossed over to the couch and sat down, primly crossing her legs. Immediately, the miniskirt crawled up to her crotch, affording me a cock-hardening view of those luscious, firm thighs. "Even nuns are aware of their sexual side, Mr. Manley. We merely learn to suppress it ... most of the time."
"Most of the time, not all of the time?"
"Well ... it's unhealthy to suppress it completely ... forever. Naturally we had ways of releasing such pent-up feelings."
"Ways? What kind of ways?"
"Well ... we masturbated!!"
"Just masturbated ... that's all ... no men ... priests, maybe?"
"No! Never!"
"OK ... I believe you! How about a little hanky-panky between yourselves?" Right on target!
Her face lifted and her eyes blazed defiantly into mine. "Yes! What's so terrible about that? What's so terrible about cooling the fires in your guts when it's so...." She started to sob.
"Hey ... Jill, baby! Calm down! I'm on your side ... remember? That's why you're here, but I gotta make you open up ... communicate! I've got to have some idea about, your feelings, ideas and experiences. Maybe you'd like it better if I just threw you on the bed and raped you! Would that be a good way to help you adjust to the beautiful world of sex?"
She sighed and collapsed back onto the couch. "You're right, Jack, of course, but get this straight: just because I let another female get rid of my sexual tensions a few times doesn't mean I'm homosexual!"
"Have you ever seen a cock?"
"A what?"
"A cock ... prick ... a man's penis," I said patiently.
"No ... just pictures," she replied shyly. "When you looked at those pictures, how did they make you feel?"
"All hot and trembly," she replied, still shyly. "Any particular place?" I persisted. "Well ... err ... in my...."
"Say 'pussy' ... cunt ... it won't kill you; they're just words. But very important ones if you're going to really enjoy sex."
"Pussy ... cunt ... hey ... it made my CUNT HOT AND JUICY! There ... I've said it!"
"And it didn't hurt a bit, did it? No; of course not. Jill, please remember that vulgarisms are erotic. Use them instead of the clinical language. That's for doctors and lawyers. Cock, cunt, fuck and suck are for lovers. O.K.?"
She nodded affirmative. "I'll try, Jack; I'll really try. Lord knows I've thought such words often enough." Her eyes were riveted to the bulge of my cock under my tight slacks. Again, the small beads of sweat appeared on her upper lip. I decided it was time to break the ice with some movies and tapes. Also, a little booze. Without asking, I went to the bar and fixed her a Harvey Wallbanger, heavy on the 'banger,' or Galliano. Then I punched the proper buttons to expose the movie screen behind her favorite painting. As it slid and the lights faded she looked a little frightened.
"Here, sip this! You'll love it. Join me on the bed. Now don't get uptight. I'm just going to show you what really heavy and delicious sex looks like."
"A stag film!"
I chuckled and made it funny. "Not stag, baby; there's a lady in it, too."
Carefully avoiding touching me, she climbed onto the bed and shyly leaned back on the enormous pillows. I started the film.
It was a good one, with excellent photography and a sharp image. It was a sound film.
The film began with a scene in a girl's bedroom.
The girl was in a negligee and sat before her vanity dresser brushing her hair. After a few strokes she laid down the brush and moved over in front of a full-length mirror.
Her long, blonde hair flowed down from her head like a golden mantle. It moved and swayed gracefully as she moved to the mirror. Then her face was reflected in the mirror. It was beautiful, of course, but more important, it was sensual. Large blue eyes gazed out from beneath half-closed lids. Her straight nose ended in flared nostrils. Her mouth was wide and sensual. Full, velvety lips parted as if in a sigh and a pink tonguetip caressed and moistened them in a slow, circular caress. A perfect picture of a sensual woman aroused.
Slowly, she removed the flimsy garment from her soft, creamy white shoulders and let it drop from her body. I heard Jill gasp softly as the full, ripe breasts of the girl came into sharp focus and the camera zoomed in on the taut, erect nipples. Pausing there for a few seconds, the camera drew back and showed the bursting ripeness of the girl's round, full buttocks and firm, round thighs.
"She's beautiful," whispered Jill.
"Not bad," I agreed, and eased my arm around her shoulders. Without thinking, Jill snuggled close in response.
Then the camera moved to the mirror image and scanned the flat, smooth softness of the girl's stomach, moving down slowly to the deep-set belly-button, down over the vast creamy swell of her lower belly, finally zooming in on the thick lush of golden curly pubic hair crowning the prominent swell of a glorious mons veneris. Jill trembled and moved closer. I could feel her heart beating a tattoo on my ribs. Moving downward again, the camera exposed the stunning view of two turgid, swollen cunt lips; pink and succulent as they peeked through the golden foliage of the thick pubic hair. They glistened with a sheen of cunt juice.
Suddenly a long, tapered finger eased into the middle of these erotic cunt lips and parted them slightly, and the fingertip explored the pink-pearl depths of the delicious pussy. In slow, circular motions the finger rolled around and around the swollen clitoral shaft as the girl murmured low, guttural moans of pleasure.
"Ohhh ... mmmmm....God! Oh God, Jim! Hurry, baby; mama needs your big, hard prick inside of her juicy cunt," the girl murmured to an imaginary lover. "Fuck me, darling! Fuck me deep ... hard ... and rough! Yes! Yes! Oh God, YES!"
The long, tapered finger, now glistening with cunt juice, slid in and out of the pink, juicy cunt hole with deep, frantic strokes as it plunged deeper and deeper into her pulsing vagina.
Then, without warning, another hand closed over the girl's pumping finger. It was unmistakingly male.
"WHA ... OHHH. ... WHO?" the girl cried in fright
The camera drew back to reveal the intruder. He too was naked. He was stocky, muscular, and darkly handsome. And between his heavily thewed thighs an enormous, thick cock protruded from his crotch like a giant white rod. Its head was purple and swollen.
Jill gasped with surprise and clutched my thigh with unexpected strength. "My God," she breathed in astonishment, "it's enormous." But her eyes were frozen to the image of the swollen rigid thickness of the steel-hard organ. Also, I felt Jill's fingers close over my own cock as it swelled under the confines of my slacks. Without realizing it, she was squeezing it with sensual relish.
Back on the screen the tableau continued. The man was holding the girl's waist with one arm as he fondled her heaving breast in lustful delight.
"Relax, baby. I've been watching you for over a week. Every night you go through the same routine, just before ya hit the sack. Brush hair, then finger-fuck yourself. Tonight I've decided to give you the real thing. I hid in the broom closet, honey, and now...." His hand slithered downward into the thick, golden thatch of her cunt hair and he inserted his finger into her cunt
"No! Oh no, no.... I'll scream....TO ... ohhh ... ohhhh, God!" the girl moaned and commenced bucking her hips back and forth as his finger plunged savagely in and out of her hot slick cunt hole.
"That's it, you funky, horny bitch; enjoy! You ain't about to scream, sweetheart. ... You wanna be fucked ... bad. I know; I've been watching. Jesus! You got a juicy little snatch ... good and tight, too." Jill's fingers abandoned my cock and moved to her own crotch. It was time.
I quickly unzipped my slacks and ripped them off. She hardly noticed. Her fingers were too busy as they probed and fumbled-in her crotch. Leaping back onto the bed, I took her hand from its action between her thighs and placed it on the thick, pulsing column of my hard cock. Looking down as her fingers encountered the rigid hotness of my shaft, she moaned and squeezed it savagely. Then she studied it as if it were some strange artifact in a museum. That lasted for about three seconds.
"Oh God! Jack, your ... cock is bigger than his!" she gasped.
"Strip!" I ordered. In nothing flat, she complied.
As the blouse came over her head, two ripe, full breasts greeted my delighted gaze. The nipples were large and dark, surrounded by a dark, puckered aureole. As her fingers peeled down the little bikini pants, an enormous bush of thick, crisp pubic hair burst into view. It covered the soft swell of her little mons veneris, and grew in thick profession downward, completely obscuring her cunt lips. It wasn't until she crawled back onto the bed that I saw the delicious secrets of her pussy. For a split second the thicket of hair opened to disclose the firm, wine-red succulence of two perfectly shaped labia majora. In that one split second my cock rose up to full erection. Her eyes beheld it with renewed wonder.
"Oh, Jack, how can such an enormous thing fit into...." she murmured, letting the final words trail into silent wonder.
"Look at the movies, baby, you gals are very accommodating; at least your cunts are," I replied, pulling her soft, voluptuous body against mine. As the softness of her nakedness melded with the muscular firmness of mine, she shivered in anticipation, plus a little fear. Then her eyes returned to the screen where the situation had progressed.
The funky, voluptuous blonde lay on her back, thighs elevated and widespread. Her golden hair formed a silken sunburst around her head on the blue silk sheet. The rugged male knelt on the floor, but his head was between her velvety, white thighs. The camera zoomed in on the area of her cunt, revealing the details of her delicious pink cunt
Her cunt lips were thick .with a pulsing desire of lust and gaped wide. The inner walls of these lips were shiny with cunt honey. A small pencil-thick ridge originating at the top apex of the junction of her gaping labia majora, extended downward for about one and one half inch, thickening in diameter to the size of a small finger. I'd never seen such a succulent clitoris. At the lower tip, a pink-pearl bubble of glistening flesh pulsed with radiant lust Just beneath it gaped a brilliant pink slit, sopping wet with a clear, thick juice. The lips of the slit opened and closed very slowly in the familiar dilations of desire.
The man's tongue probed, caressed and licked the pink, hot inner walls, then flicked the throbbing ridge-of her clitoral shaft with quick, sharp stabs of his tongue-tip. After several seconds of his caressing, he commenced rolling his stiff tongue-tip around the erect, pulsing head of the engorged clitoral shaft. The woman moaned and cried out with pleasure.
Carefully, I eased my left hand down to the soft, velvety swell of Jill's belly. Her skin was incredibly soft and resilient. As I stroked the smooth velvety expanse of supple flesh with my left hand, I cupped the lush fullness of her right breast in my right hand and commenced squeezing, kneading and massaging it, brushing the taut, erect nipples gently.
She gasped, trembled and gave out a small mewling sigh of pleasure, but her eyes never left the screen. The only other sign she gave was with her thighs; she opened them wide.
Encouraged, I slid my fingers down into the crisp thickness of her raven-black pubic hair and caressed the soft mound of her mons. As my middle finger brushed the upper portion of her cunt, I discovered she was wet with cunt juice. Carefully, I slid my finger into the slick, hot flesh furrow of her pulsing, thick labia. She was completely flooded with cunt honey and my fingertip slithered across the lust-thickened ridge of her clitoral shaft with ease. Pressing it gently, I massaged it crossways for several seconds. Involuntarily her pelvis began to roll and buck up and down and around. Also, her left hand closed around the rigid thickness of my hard cock and commenced exposing its length and contours with eager, yet shy motions. Her breathing rhythm had increased considerably, too. On the screen, the man's tongue now was plunging in and out of the vaginal opening of the blonde, pausing every other stroke to flick the tip of her throbbing clitoral tip and flickering down to feather-lick the puckered rosette of her anus. It was quite tricky to accomplish because her crotch and cunt were heaving up and down as she thrashed about in lust-ridden abandon.
"OHHH. ... YESSS....SUCK ME, YOU BIG
STUD ... lick my asshole ... suck my clit! That tongue ... ohh God, what a tongue.. AHHHH. ... OOWW...."
Jill's lips brushed ray ear and she moaned out softly. "Do me, Jack! Do me like that ... please ... hurry. ... I feel so ... hot and dizzy. ... I want you to ... please."
Lowering myself to the foot of the bed, I knelt on the floor. She opened her round lush thighs and wiggled down until her full, rounded buttocks rested at the edge of the bed. There, my eyes beheld a veritable feast of carnal flesh such as few men ever experience.
Ruby-red labia, turgid and thick with growing desire bisected an oval panorama of thick, pulsing clitoral shaft nearly twice the size of the blonde's on the screen. At the tip, protruding from beneath the tightly stretched flesh hood, was a wine-colored knob of glistening flesh the size of a grape. It was the largest clit-bud I've ever seen. No wonder Jill had renounced the vows.
Burying my fingers deep in the soft, resilient flesh of her butt cheeks, I lowered my head between the soft, moist walls of her trembling thighs and buried my face in the midst of that hot, pulsing mass of cunt. When my tongue slid into the thick, pulsing ridge of her slick clitoral shaft she lunged up against my face, burying my mouth in a veritable vortex of hot, juicy cunt meat.
"Ohh. ... Jesus! Sweet Jesus ... yesss ... now I ... OHH, GOD, JACK ... FUCK....DO ME ... DO MEEEE ... HARD....!" moaned Jill. Her entire body writhed in an urgent desire as she rammed her cunt against my darting, suckling tongue. My chin was buried in the soft, sopping cup of her cunt vestibule and I could feel it open and close in slow, languid convulsions of raw lust and desire. Her fingers clutched my head and pushed me hard against her flailing crotch as she twisted and heaved in the strong grip of surging passion.
Suddenly her enormous clitoris popped into my mouth. I closed my lips around its throbbing succulence and flickered my tongue around, over and across it in rapid, darting strokes for a count of five; then plunged my tongue deep into the hot, molten vortex of her dilating cunt hole and twisted it clockwise and counter-clockwise viciously.
"YEOWWWW ... OHHH GOD. ... FUCK....
SUCK ... COCK ... AGGGHHHHH ... ," she screamed, arched her back like a powerful bow and was engulfed in the shattering maelstrom of her first real orgasm. Her vaginal muscles clenched tightly around my probing tongue and her thighs locked powerfully around my head, twisting, bucking and shrieking her pleasure and lust.
Still trembling with pleasure, she opened her thighs and released my head. As I stood up she looked at me through half-closed lids, her eyes dull and glassy with lust. Without a word I climbed onto the bed and straddled her near the shoulders above the upthrust mounds of those full, ripe tits. My balls rested in the soft valley between those soft, heavy mounds and my thick, rigid phallus arched down until the engorged, swollen head brushed the half-parted fullness of her sensual lips.
"Suck!" I commanded. "Suck until the juice shoots from my balls into that hungry, sensual mouth."
Eyes still wide and glazed with lust, her mouth opened slowly and enclosed the throbbing head of my pulsing cock. Then, with a moan, her eyes closed and she commenced moving back and forth, sucking the entire length of my huge organ with relish.
Her hot saliva covered and lubricated my cock until I felt like my cock was being fucked with an enormous hot cunt that somehow could massage the heavy ridge of my glans with a tongue. She was a natural-born cocksucker. As quick tingles of electric desire surged into my scrotum and belly, I commenced moving and thrusting in rhythm to her gliding, sucking strokes. As she sucked with faster and faster lunges, I reached back with my right hand and inserted two fingers into her sopping, juice-saturated cunt hole and finger-fucked her deep and hard in rhythm to her pumping mouth-strokes on my throbbing cock.
She moaned and grunted with animal-like sounds. Her cunt and crotch commenced rolling and writhing in violent, thrashing movements as I rekindled the flame in the gut.
Her head was now a blur as she whipped my bursting cock in and out of her writhing, sucking mouth in desperate urgency. As I felt the hot cauldron of my seed gather in the deep core of my scrotum, her cunt muscles commenced to ripple and milk my fingers like an angered python.
Suddenly she released my cock, and implored me. "Can't stand it, Jack....Ohhh PLEASE....
FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD, DEEP AND FAST....WANT THAT BIG HARD THROBBING PRICK IN MY CUNT....PLEEASSE JACK!!"
Quickly I squirmed down, positioned myself between those fantastic ripe thighs, arched up and then lunged down hard. As the head of my steelhard cock plowed into the barrel of her convulsing cunt hole, it struck at a thin sheet of tissue blocking further penetration. Before I could ram deeper, her pelvis lunged upward in a powerful thrust. My cockhead tore the hymen, burst through the hole and rammed deep into the hot, convulsing cavern of her juicy cunt.
"Ohhh ... yes.... OH, JACK ... FUCK.... FUCK ... DEEPER....LIKE A BIG STALLION, DARLING....OHHH MY GOD, YESSSS ... AAGGGHH ... I'M ... I'M ... IT'S ... FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"
Her pelvis pistoned back and forth like a thing gone mad as she fucked me and I fucked her.
My cock whipped in and out like a piston, ramming deeper and harder with savage lunges. My cockhead hammered a tattoo on the soft, spongy cushion of her uterus with each penetrating stroke.
Surges of wild, electric lust coursed through my balls, belly and scrotum. My semen boiled and begged for release into her convulsing cunt depths.
"Now! Now you fucking she-animal, here it comes! Take it all ... YEOWWWW ... AAGGHH!" I growled hoarsely and lost my pent-up load of hot creamy seed deep, deep, deep in the inner cavern of her convulsing cunt. As it shot into her with quick hot spurts her cunt muscles milked each burst hungrily into the maw of her rippling, spasming cavern of writhing cunt.
"GIMME ... OHHH GOD ... GIVE IT TO ME....SHOOT IT DEEP....WANT IT ALL, ALL....YES, YES ... OH YES!"
Her hips and cunt muscles moved and milked out every last drop as my thundering orgasm peaked, then subsided. Even when my prick grew soft, the hungry cunt in the crotch of the little ex-nun continued to milk the flaccid organ.
A slap, slap, slap sound penetrated my pleasure-saturated senses. It was the film flapping on the reel. We hadn't seen the last five minutes and had forgotten about the projector.
As I leaned over to switch off the machine, my limp cock hung down near Jill's face. I felt a pink tongue lave my balls.
"They're big, full and delicious," she giggled lewdly. "My God ... to think I was a frustrated, under-sexed nun just three weeks ago and now I'm licking a man's testicles like they were the most delicious fruit in the world."
"Well, I'll tell you something, baby. I've never fucked a nun before, but if they all have your potential, the priests have cornered the market on the best cunt in the world."
She smiled and pulled me down beside her. "Jack, I'm about to fall asleep, but I want your cock inside me while I sleep. Put it in me. ... Ohhh ... mmm ... nice, very nice...."
We slept that way. When I awoke the next day she was gone. She must have awakened early and decided not to disturb my sleep. As I stumbled to the john to piss, I discovered a message on the medicine chest mirror, written in lipstick:
Dear Stallion, My pussy is sore, but happy. Thank your big cock for me by fucking good hot cunts whenever possible. I know that's what I'm going to do with my liberated pussy.
Good fucking, The Nun
I chuckled and wondered which lucky cocksman would be first. I also wondered if she would reveal her past to him.
For two weeks I relaxed. George Sherman was so pleased with my success with the nun he didn't even suggest a new case. I was beginning to get bored and was toying with the idea of contacting Joyce Sherman for a wild fuck session. The idea hadn't really left my mind since we had nearly fucked each other to death; God, what a pussy.
It was Saturday, and I was just about to give her a ring when my door chimes sounded. I opened the door and there stood Pamela and Jill.
"Well, I'll be ... Pam! Jill! What the hell...."
I exclaimed.
"Thanks Jack, we will come in," quipped Pam and pulled Jill into the apartment after her.
Dazed, surprised ... and pleased, I poured a round of drinks as they settled onto the huge couch.
"OK....what's the occasion? I'm certainly pleased, but I thought...." I began.
"Yes, I know Jack. You figured I'd be a happily married woman by now, fixing up a new apartment etc. etc....right?" Pam chuckled and took a big swig of her drink. "Well, it's a changing world and full of quick switches. First; I'm not married. My husband-to-be couldn't dig a little problem I developed.
"Problem! I thought we solved that," I blurted in surprise.
"Oh, you solved it, doll. Maybe too well. After you opened up the sexual world to me, I discovered I wanted to enjoy the entire spectrum and scope of the sexual possibilities; men and women."
"Ah ha! And hubby didn't see it that way," I exclaimed. "Not that I blame him."
She ignored the last statement and continued. "Two weeks ago I bumped into another newly reborn female; an ex-nun, no less." Jill smiled. "Over lunch we discovered that we had a lot in common; particularly you."
"Yes," grinned Pam lewdly, "particularly you, Jack. Also, Jill wasn't averse to sexual activity with another female. It seems you merely opened up the male side of sexual appreciation for her. She had already developed a taste for the female-to-female area."
"Glad to be of service," I chuckled. "She sucks cock like a goddamned whore."
"Pussy too, lover," replied Pam. "I hope you'll both be very happy, but to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? I haven't got a pussy."
"Thank God!" exclaimed Pam, a funny glint in her eyes. "If you did we wouldn't be here." As she spoke, she got up and whipped off her blouse and started pushing her miniskirt down over those lush, rounded hips I remembered so well. Jill did the same. Before I could add two and two, they stood in glorious nakedness before me. My cock surged to full erection at the awesome sight of two ripe, naked cunts standing boldly in front of me.
"What in God's name...." I stammered.
"We want to buy a trio scene, doll. You know; two cunts and one cock," she exclaimed. "Don't tell me you can't accommodate two hungry pussies, lover, we know better. Jill and I want to be fucked by you while we suck each other, dig?"
Before I knew it they had pushed me onto the bed and had me stripped. I'd never seen such a panorama of pussy, tit, and ass in my life. I was too stunned to protest, even if I'd wanted to, which I didn't. An orgy was suddenly a great idea.
"Look at that gorgeous thing, Jill," Pam cried huskily. "God, I never forget the first time he rammed that big thing into my cunt. ... WOW!" Her fingers roamed the hard, pulsing length of my hard-on, then cupped my heavy balls and squeezed them with loving, lustful delight.
Jill gazed at Pam's manipulations with a wild funky glint in her eyes and said, "My pussy still gets all wet and hot at the thought of how it plunged in and out of me....Jesus Christ! You should have seen that movie he used to loosen me up. It was like having your mind and body fucked simultaneously."
Giving my balls a quick squeeze, Pam gestured toward the middle of the thickly carpeted room. "C'mon folks, we're gonna need a lotta room to play with."
It was time for me to get in on it. "Okay, you fuck-hungry cunts, I'll do both of you, but we'll do it my way. I've always wanted to see two cunts fucking each other, so we'll start with that kinda action for openers."
Pam lay down on the thick red pile and gestured to Jill to join her. "C'mon, doll let's give the poor man a real cock-hardener." Jill crawled over and straddled Pam's face, positioning her thick bush of crisp, curly pubic hair within an inch of Pam's soft, full lips. "Doesn't that make your mouth pucker, Pam?"
"Mmmm ... wild, honey; simply wild," Pam murmured. Clutching the meaty, lush fullness of Jill's fantastic butt cheeks with her long, muscular fingers, she pulled the succulent cunt down onto her mouth and commenced probing the delicious wine-red cunt meat with consummate delight. As she munched the delicious depths of moist, hot flesh she spread her legs and thighs as wide apart as possible, exposing to my eyes the glistening pink petals of her own cunt
Jill clutched her own tits, kneading and massaging them with slow, pleasureful motions while her lush buttocks rotated and thrust against the probing, darting assault of Pam's luscious tongue. My cock literally vibrated with surging lust in response to this strongly erotic tableau. Jill's moans grew from small grunts of pleasure into exclamations of delight
"God, oh God ... yes, dear! There ... yes, yes. That wild hot tongue ... like a hard little cock ... licking ... probing ... uuuuhhhh ... more, darling, more. ... Aaahh ... how ... how wonderful....YES! OH YES, DEAR ... DEEPER
... put your tongue in to the hilt! AAGHHH ... YESSS!" Jill moved her loosely knit buttocks more urgently. They bounced and bobbed with heavy sensuality, slapping the equally soft, resilient mounds of Pam's firm young tits and the taut nipples atop those luscious globes. Butt cheeks caressing full, firm tits was a wild sight to me.
My cock was already oozing with seminal fluid. I knew I couldn't prolong this scene too much longer without joining. But gazing at the action, I realized that there were two cunts to be serviced and I had only one cock. In a flash, I knew the answer! Quickly I leaped from the bed, opened a drawer and drew out a vibrator formed in the precise shape of an erect penis. As I returned to the middle of the room, I conceived the proper method to serve my purpose. On hands and knees I positioned myself between Pam's firm, round thighs. I was about to put my original plan into play when a much better plan flashed through my brain.
Quickly I rolled onto my back and issued instructions. "Pam! Jill! Do as I say! NOW! Pam, mount me baby. Jill, stand by."
Reluctantly, they disengaged. Jill was particularly annoyed because she was nearly into the rise of her pre-orgasmic climb. Nevertheless, she complied. Pam planted herself on her feet on either side of my waist and gazed down at my enormous phallus, hard and erect beneath her crotch.
"Jesus, look at that big thing....Christ, whata cock," she murmured hoarsely, then slowly squatted above it. The sight was magnificent! Her cunt opened up like pink petals of a glorious rose until it gaped wide. The thick ridge of her clitoral shaft was covered with cunt honey, and the pink-pearl bauble of her throbbing swollen clitoral tip shone like a glistening pearl in a deep pink bed of delicious, succulent cunt meat. Directly beneath this throbbing pearl, a rose-colored orifice gaped wide and seemed to extend into a bottomless tunnel of juicy, pink cunt meat.
Squatting carefully, .she positioned this delicious throbbing opening directly above the huge knob of my cockhead. Then, with a slow, careful dip, she captured the bulbous head in the gaping lips of her vagina and sank down, down, down, until I felt my organ enveloped to the hilt in a hot, molten vortex of juicy cunt.
"Oh GOD...!" I moaned.
"AAHHH. ... JESUS....GOD-I'd forgotten....WOW!" moaned Pam hoarsely. "Cock! No substitute for a man's big hard cock....Mmmm ... oh Jack, Jack ... mama's gonna fuck you to death, doll....She's going to suck out every last drop of the hot cream ...!!" Her cunt rolled and moved back and forth in slow, tantalizing fuck motions, gliding up and down my rigid cock, covering it with the juice of her hot young cunt
As I gave myself to the gut-pulling sensations of Pam's rolling, heaving fuck motions, I motioned Jill to straddle my face.
With sex-glazed eyes she stared down into mine from her full height. Then slowly she knelt aside my face. The gradual descent of her crotch produced a mind-boggling effect. As my cock was being assaulted by powerful, lunging strokes of Pam's hot, wet cunt, Jill's descended onto my face. It seemed to change from a relatively small bush of thick, raven-black cunt hair into a slowly expanding rose with deep, wine-red petals that finally engulfed my mouth, nose and eyes. A heavy scent of musk assailed my nostrils as her cunt pressed over my mouth. A mass of juicy cunt meat obscured me from the world. I was swallowed up in the seat and origin of all lust and desire. Thick, musky cunt honey covered my face as my long tongue probed the hot, slick petals of cunt, searching the thick, swollen shaft of her clitoris. I found it quickly. With sharp, hard flicks I attacked the turgid shaft, then probed deeper for the core of her delight. The hot, slick marblesized bauble of flesh popped between my lips like a succulent grape. Jill moaned her lust in gross fuck talk as I rolled the throbbing clit around and around with my tongue.
"Suck it, you wild stallion. Suck mama's hot clit ... ohhh ... yes, yes ... mmmm ... , More ... faster, you big stud....AAHHH....THAT'S IT....OOOOOWWWWHH!"
The hard knob of her pubic bone commenced slamming against my face as she thrashed and lunged forward. As Pam's assault on my cock moved from slow, deliberate pumping motions, to hard, lunging fuck motions, I reached up and plunged my fingers into the sweaty cleft of Jill's flailing butt cheeks. With my middle finger I located her anus. With my right hand I guided the phallus-shaped vibrator to the opening of her anal canal.
Pam must have seen my intent, as she fucked with violent vigor.
"Oh yeah, man ... yeah. ... Do it, baby, right up to the fuckin' hilt. ... Goddamn, what a stud you are, baby!! Fuck mama in the cunt and fuck Jill in the ... WOW!"
Her shriek came forth just as I inserted the dildo into Jill's asshole with a smooth powerful lunge. Jill nearly exploded.
"You ... NO! NOOO....OH ... GOD.... NO, THAT HURTS....STOP, YOU BASTARD....STOP!!"
Holding her firmly around the waist, I ignored her angry screams and continued easing the huge shaft into her anus. It was tight and I could only penetrate little by little. Then I decided it was time to turn her completely inside out with lust. I flipped the button that energized the vibration. As the shock of the vibrations coursed through her anal canal, it relaxed and I shoved the shaft into her flailing asshole, right to the hilt.
"It's ... WOW! YES! OHHH ... YES ... ASS-FUCK ME, BABY! OHHH ... THOSE VIBRATIONS ... like electricity in my core....OH JESUS, JOSEPH ... MARY....don't
EVER STOP....THERE ... YESSS ... OHH ... I'MMMM ... YEEOOWW!" Her sphincter muscles shuddered violently in a series of sharp spasms as she gave herself up to the rolling waves of a massive orgasm triggered from two points-her asshole and the convulsing spasms in her cunt. I drove my tongue deep into her quivering vortex as I felt my hot seed being squeezed from my core by Pam's rippling vaginal muscles. She shrieked with joy as I lunged upward into her shuddering, spasming cunt hole.
"YEE GODS ... FUCK MY CUNT. ... AHHH ... SUCK, SUCK, FUCK, CUNT, ASSHOLE, SHIT....YESSS....YOU BIG, HARD COCK STALLION. ... NOW! COME! COME! ALL OF ... OHHH JESUS! SEED!! HOT CREAM...."
My load of seething juice spurted deep into her vortex as white, blinding lights in my brain, followed by a raging torrent of super-erotic sensations, coursed down my spine, burned into the scrotum and burst into my cock like a series of high-voltage charges. For six seconds I blanked out in a wild surge of unbelievable pleasure. Then I collapsed limply as Pam's cunt released my cock. It slid out of her sopping, hot cunt, covered with cunt honey and come.
All of us lay panting from satiated lust and trembling with the receding waves of pure ecstasy. Jill was the first to speak.
"My asshole is sore, you crazy bastard," she exclaimed, "but it was worth it. Jesus, I never imagined I had two holes of delight."
"Darling," murmured Pam, "you must promise to do me that way tomorrow night, love'."
"Why not allow me, baby?" I asked.
"Oh no, lover. I'd like to remember that cock of yours as strictly a cunt instrument."
I wondered why she objected to my prick going up her asshole. Well, I wasn't about to push my luck. Her pussy was plenty to dream about.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Anna James was about five-foot six inches tall. Her breasts were large and extremely firm, as many a male television viewer could testify. For Anna James was a very successful T.V. model. More than once I myself had Watched in lustful fascination as those huge, firm melons swayed and jounced in sensual counter-rhythm to her lush, ripe buttocks as she modeled bikinis and other scanty attire fashioned from the fabric of a giant textile firm. The full ripeness of her breasts and buttocks were doubly accentuated by the contrast of her lean, muscular stomach and athletically muscled contours of her strong thighs and legs. Now, sitting on my couch, she nervously sipped my version of a Harvey Wallbanger.
"Miss James," I ventured, "Dr. Sherman didn't brief me on ... uh ... the problem. I can't imagine...."
"No, I suppose not," she interrupted in that low, husky voice that had sent a wild tingle through the cocks of millions of men.
"The problem is quite simple. I am about to marry a man whom I love very much and I am repulsed at the idea of his ... ahhh, genitals coupling with mine."
"Please, call me Jack," I smiled, "and please pardon my amazement; but why should you have such a fear? I mean ... well, it isn't exactly a secret that you don't lead a celibate life."
"You don't understand. My intended husband is white and I am black!" she hissed.
Yes, Anna was black, very black. Somehow this had always enhanced her sensual appeal to me.
Wild images of those black, satiny thighs slowly spreading wide had played the devil with my cock more than once. Somehow it made the idea of fucking more savage and wild. Now, finally, those dreams could be real. Again, the familiar swelling in my pants was accompanied by a quickening of my pulse and a tingling sensation of raw lust in my loins.
"Why does skin color affect you that way?" I asked calmly. "I would have supposed such prejudice was a one-way street."
She chuckled bitterly. "Oh no, Jack. Not so! The color of a male face, arm, leg, any part you want to name, doesn't make me flinch in the least. But a white man's penis is another matter. I get deathly ill when I have even attempted to jack off a white man. I hope the vulgarism doesn't shock you."
"A perfectly good vulgarism, and under the circumstances quite mild when you find out my intentions as to your treatment. Honey, you'll be spitting out a lot grosser stuff than 'jack-off," I grinned in reply. "But, why haven't you gone to a shrink? Your problem is mental, baby, not physical."
She nodded and held out her glass. "Quite true, Jack, but I haven't the time. I need a quick cure. One that is permanent and will make me ready to fuck my husband without the least hesitation. A shrink can't accomplish that. I know because I asked one. He told me it would take my husband's cooperation. Can't you see that? Hey, hubby, I love your mind, your kindness; everything. But you're gonna have to help me to learn to love your white cock!" She was right of course! The poor bastard would take the first plane East.
"You don't shy away from a black cock, baby. I saw a picture of you and Jason ... what's his name ... and five will getcha ten he's hung like a bull," I stated.
"Right on Jack, honey, like a goddamned bull. And he knows how to use it, too," she chuckled. "Make's my pussy wet just thinking about it."
"How far have you ever gone with a white man, Anna?"
"Why?"
"Just answer the question, my black sex-pot I'm the sex expert. OK?"
"Yeah....OK ... you're some dude all right. I like you! As a matter-of-fact my pussy is kinda throbbing just listening to you," she said in that husky voice. "How far have I ever got? Let's see? Hmmmm ... come to think of it, not very far. I'll be damned!"
"How about your husband-to-be?" I asked. "Surely...."
"No!" she cut in. "He's from the old school. Before marriage a goodnight kiss is all that gets done."
"So, you have never gotten in bed with a white man; progressed to the point of getting really turned on?" I kept at her.
She looked at me in frank amazement. "You're a goddamned genius, baby. How the hell did you know that, when I didn't realize it myself?"
"Shot in the dark," I chuckled. "No pun intended. A very simple deduction, actually. If you've had this repulsion since childhood, there was really nothing more natural than not allowing a situation to develop to that point. Protective reflex; something like that, dig?"
"Of course, but how does that help?" she asked. Hope and faith in me literally oozed from her tone.
"You said white cocks scare and repulse you, but no other part has that effect?"
She nodded affirmative.
"Baby, what if I made love to you, but I didn't ever expose my penis?" It was a shocker question but she fielded it with ease.
"WOW! Hey lover, no sweat. But remember, no penis."
"Hit the shower, you black sex-pot; I'll join you and wash your back," I ordered, pulled her up, drew her voluptuous body against mine and captured the thick sensual softness of her full wild lips with mine. Her mouth opened immediately and sucked my tongue deep into her mouth. My cock was ready to rip through my slacks.
She felt it swell against the soft swell of her large mons and pulled away. "Honey, I sure wish that thing was black. I'd never let it go." With that, she walked into the bathroom, swinging those enormous black butt cheeks in deliberate lustful motions.
As I heard the shower splash, I whipped off my clothes, then searched my dresser drawers for something I hadn't worn in ages. I found it. As I slipped on the jock-strap I grinned. It was funny, if viewed a certain way. I'd never worn it to hide my cock from a lovely cunt I hoped to fuck. Quite the opposite. A date I wanted to lay could always count on feeling my rigid organ, through my pants, by the end of the second slow dance.
Opening the bathroom door, I made my way through the steamy fog and slipped into the shower. "Hi, you funky black cunt!"
She immediately glanced down. "Whew! You had me nervous for a minute. That's pretty clever for a white dude!" Her eyes scanned the rest of my frame with candid lust. "Hmmm ... if I wasn't so hung up on...." She didn't finish her speculation. Instead she handed me the soap. "Wash my black body, lover."
Very funny! That black body had made her wealthy. And what a body it was!!
Clothed, she was sexy; naked, she was a wet dream come true. As I soaped her black back, the white suds made a startling contrast to the wet, cool-black velvet of her skin. I'd never felt such softness, such pure sensuality. Firm, yet so resilient it seemed to mold itself to my fingers like living clay. Her enormous firm breasts jutted proudly from her lean, muscular torso like black mountains. As my fingers massaged the soap over them, the black nipples sprang erect in my palms.
"Mmmm ... that's nice, baby. Mama's tits love a good pair of hands," she sighed huskily, and made the huge black mounds sway under my caress. "Yes, yes ... baby ... good hands."
Her whole body commenced to sway from the sensations being generated by my manual caresses on her black breasts. Maintaining the manipulation of her ripe black melons with my left hand, I let my right hand roam over the rest of her splendid black body; over a lean, resiliently contoured stomach, down across the firm, smooth swell of a matchless belly to a thick, crinkly bush of kinky pubic hair.
Unlike the more softly textured pubic hair of Caucasian females, the super-curled feel of Anna's pubic thatch felt strange, yet very erotic. Suddenly my fingers encountered two very firm, thick lips completely devoid of hair.
"That's it, honey," she murmured softly, "that's where the action is ... mmmm ... sure sure wish white cocks felt like white fingers. ... Don't stop, honey, mama's beginning to get it on
... yeah ... oh yeah...." Her thighs opened slightly, allowing my fingers easier passage into the secrets of her thick, firm cunt lips. Her firm, full butt cheeks began to sway and undulate, pressing against my thighs and the hard bulge of my jock-enclosed cock. Very few white cunts have such firm, resilient buttocks, and the sensation was making my balls tingle with lust.
But the main cause was Anna's fantastic cunt! Even with my unusually varied exposure to cunts, I was experiencing new sensations. A black cunt is definitely different. Like, it's much hotter; or at least seems to be. As my fingertips explored the succulent furrow further, they found the clitoral shaft. It was thick, firmly resilient, and throbbed like hell. Running my fingers down this turgid shaft, I found the bauble of her clitoris. I 'could hardly massage it due to the viscous-super-slick coating of cunt juice covering the marble-sized pip. As I tried, Anna gasped with pleasure and undulated her cunt against my rolling caress.
"Mmmm. ... Lord ... ohhh ... yes, yes. ... Don't dare stop, mama's really coming up the stairs ... there ... yes ... ohhhh GOD!"
"Hey, you black she-devil," I croaked huskily, "you're getting your jollies but ole Jack's developing a big, big problem. Let's back off; dry off and adjourn to the main arena."
"Okay, baby," she chuckled in a low, sultry timbre. "A couple of seconds would have made mama go right into comesville."
Throwing her a huge bath towel, I said, "Make yourself useful, woman, dry me!" The bright beads of water sparkled against the black velvet of her magnificent, funky body like diamonds. For one split second, when her hand brushed my bulging jock-strap, I felt her tremble, but she continued as if she hadn't felt the quick surge of excitement.
Kneeling directly in front of her cunt, I carefully dried her thighs and calves. Then, before she could move, I leaned forward and began to run my tongue up and down the moist, velvety surface of her inner thighs about two or three inches below the protruding fullness of her luscious black cunt lips. Instead of flinching, she pressed forward and opened her ripe, lush thighs to allow more exposure to my flickering tongue. I didn't oblige with a real assault; just a few quick darts into the coal-black folds of that glorious, ripe fruit.
Rising, I led her to the couch in the living room, eased her down on her back and crawled alongside. Without a word I began to run my fingers over her entire body as I nuzzled, nipped and flickered my tongue over her neck, shoulders and mouth. Within seconds her breathing rhythm in creased and her heart commenced to pound harder. Moving downward to her proud, heaving breasts, I loved the black velvety mounds of her lush tits savoring the meaty firmness of them. As her breathing grew more erotic I captured one of the coal-black nipples between my lips and sucked. It literally popped into erection-hard and succulent.
As I rolled my tongue around and around the taut nipple, I moved my right hand down over that magnificent flat stomach and soft round belly into the wiry thicket of her crinkly pubic hair. Slowly I massaged the padded mound of her large mons veneris until I felt her commence undulating her pelvis. Then I increased the tempo of my tongue action on her throbbing nipple and slid my middle finger into the rubbery furrow of her thick labia.
Immediately my finger was enveloped in hot, juicy cunt meat; hotter and juicier than I'd ever felt. Beneath my fingertips an enormous, hard ridge throbbed and pulsed like a living orgasm.
"Ohhh ... God!" Anna moaned. "Rub it, you white devil....Mmmm ... ohhh yes ... rub my throbbing clit! Jesus! Oh! Yes! CHRIST!" As I twirled my finger in-her convulsing cunt hole, I rolled her slick, hard clitoral shaft around and around with my thumb. She was rolling and bucking her buttocks and lunging against my fingers like a hungry python.
"Uh! Uh ... OOOOWWWWW ... GOD! FUCK! OOHHH GOD!" she moaned with pleasure. I felt her cunt muscles open and close around my deeply imbedded finger as waves of lust coursed through her black, succulent body.
"Jack, please ... fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhh please...." She was ready! But instead of mounting her I pulled out my finger, sopping wet with cunt honey, straddled her face and rested my throbbing balls and cock on her lips.
"You're going to suck my big white cock before I fuck that hot black cunt, baby," I grunted. "Suck it!"
Her eyes were like saucers and rolled around in their sockets like an animal gone wild with fear.
"Anything ... God ... yes, yes....Gimme that big prick of yours...." she croaked, and fumbled with the jock-strap with frenzied, eager fingers. As she pulled the pouch to one side, my steel-hard cock sprang out like a coiled snake. Like a black mongoose, her thick black lips engulfed the hard, pulsing knob of my cock and my rigid organ slid deep into her throat. It felt like my prick was being devoured by a hot mass of seething pussy.
"Mmmmm ... ooohhhhh ... uummmmhhh," she moaned, savoring the pulsing hardness of my cock. Then I felt the walls of her cheeks close like a giant cunt around the shaft and she commenced pumping up and back, sucking feverishly. My groin surged with lust and waves of sensual pleasure ripped down my spine, through the base of my engorged balls and into the shaft of my prick.
Then she expelled the length of my cock and commenced flickering her hot tongue up and down the throbbing inside and around the thick, saliva-covered ridge of my swollen glans. Around and around that sensitive ridge flew that black cunt's tongue, pausing briefly on each trip to lightly flick the super-sensitive v-shaped juncture of the glans and the shaft.
Carefully, I moved around over her sucking, bobbing head until I was in a position to suck her cunt. With my head between those lush, velvet-black thighs, I surveyed the gaping mass of black and wine-colored cunt below. The thick, swollen cunt lips were open wide. In the midst, pulsing with raw lust, the thick glistening ridge of her clitoral shaft pulsed and throbbed.
A pink, pea-sized pip of flesh protruded from beneath a black hood of flesh. Below this glistening pearl, a large, juicy opening opened and closed easily. Her vagina was ready for fucking.
My cock throbbed harder as her mouth engulfed the length of my hard shaft again, inch by inch until I felt the head of my cock press against the opening of her throat. It drove me crazy. , With a cry, I plunged my face into the pulsing, juicy folds of her black hot cunt. As my lips enclosed the pearl of her clitoris a sweet, musky odor of cunt assailed my senses. It was a heavy, pungent smell that made my blood boil with savage lust. Insanely I plunged my tongue into the oozing hot depths of the luscious, pulsing shaft of her gaping vagina. It closed around my lashing tongue in rippling welcome, pulling it deeper into the wet juicy depth of hot, writhing black meat. As her cunt sucked my tongue into her molten volcano, I felt her ripe strong thighs close around my head and ears like a flesh man-trap. As she locked her legs to imprison my head, her thigh muscles rippled like an angry python and forced my face deeper into the pumping upthrusts of her cunt. Her mouth glided up and down my bursting shaft faster and faster. Her fingers closed around my balls and squeezed and kneaded and fondled them with lust.
Snaking my hands around her locked thighs, I slid my fingers along the sweaty, rippling crevice of those lush, meaty butt cheeks until I found the puckered lips of her asshole. Covering my middle finger with the hot, thick overflow of cunt juice oozing from the lower rim of her cunt, I plunged my finger into her asshole.
It was hot and tight, but I sank my finger into the anal canal up to the first knuckle and wiggled it viciously.
She released my cock and shrieked with pleasure and lust.
"Yaaaaahhh ... ohh God! Fuck me! Now! OHHH ... YOU WHITE-COCK BASTARD ... FUCK ME. NOW ... NOW, OR I'LL CRUSH YOUR HEAD!!"
I heaved upward and she opened her legs, releasing my head. Reversing my body, I positioned myself between her widespread thighs and positioned my enormous wet cock above the convulsing, lust-swollen cunt hole at the core of her body.
"Now ... YOU BLACK BITCH ... BEG FOR IT. BEG FOR MY HARD WHITE PRICK...." I cried savagely. "Yes ... OH GOD ... YES....ANYTHING ... JUST FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME WITH THAT CRAZY, HARD, WHITE PRICK....RAM IT DEEP, DEEP.... OOOOHHHHH YESSSS...." she cried.
My cock plunged into the midst of the quivering, gaping mass of black, sopping labia, and the juicy hot opening of her lurching, rolling cunt. With slow, hard thrusts I plowed deep. My cock fucked deep savagely lunging in and out 'of the slick, rippling clasp of her wild, musky cunt. Deeper and deeper! Harder and faster, I fucked. Her cunt lunged hard against my savage thrusts, driving my cockhead deep into her core of molten cunt hole. I watched in fascination as my cock whipped in and out of the tightly stretched orifice of her vagina. My balls slapped against the wet, resilient cushion of her soft black butt cheeks with each savage lunge. The sight of my own juice-covered shaft plunging in and out of that black juicy cunt beneath the rolling, lunging mounds of crisp, wiry pubic hair made my cream boil at the base of my scrotum.
Throwing myself onto her writhing torso, I reached back, buried my fingers into the soft, black flesh of her rolling butt cheeks and commenced fucking her with savage, vicious relish. My cock ripped her deep and savagely, penetrating her to the core of her body.
"Oh YES ... JACK! FUCK ... FUCK ... FASTER....GOD! GOD! I'M ... COME! COME WITH ME! NOWWW....YEEEOOOWWWHHM" she screamed and arched her back savagely. As a massive series of lust shocks rolled through her cunt, thighs and asshole, she shrieked with joy and lust as the monstrous power of her orgasm wracked her body with exquisite lust.
Locked deep in her cunt, I loosened my seething flood of sperm deep, deep into the very vortex of her lust in a series of spasmatic spurts of hot thick come. I shuddered with pleasure and raw lust as my load gushed into the black, rippling depths of her fantastic cunt cavern.
"FUCK! SUCK ... TAKE IT....TAKE IT
ALL, YOU HOT, BLACK BITCH....AAAGGHH...." The walls of her vagina rippled, convulsed and gripped my exploding cock like fingers and milked out every drop of my creamy seed, then released it. As it slid out of the Slimy, slick clasp of her convulsing cunt hole, I collapsed limply onto her sweat-covered torso.
"There, you funky, black sex-pot," I gasped, "now tell me you don't like white cock." She merely moaned and closed her fingers around my slimy, come-covered cock and balls and fondled them lovingly.
"Oh, she loves white cocks," chimed a new voice. "I could hear the screams of joy all the way down to the parking lot, sweetie."
In dazed bewilderment I rolled over and looked up.
"Gail!" I croaked in amazement, "Where ... what the goddamned...?"
"Now, don't get your asshole tight, lover. I did ring the doorbell, but you were obviously oblivious to everything but that glorious black pussy. Hi! My name is Gail and I work for the Sherman Institute too." The last was a greeting directed to Anna, who was sitting up and looking at the intruder with a mixture of anger and fear. She also was suddenly aware of her nakedness.
"Jesus," she spat, "don't white cunts have any manners at all?"
"Relax, Anna," Gail replied calmly. "I was the one who suggested you be treated by Jack. You should be giving me a vote of thanks instead of being a bitch."
Somehow this must have appealed to Anna's female logic because she chuckled, leaned back onto the rug and replied in amused tones, "Yeah! Yes indeed! You're absolutely right, honey. Man ... can this stud fuck! Whew! Thought that big cock was gonna penetrate right into my guts. Hey, honey, he ever fuck you?"
"Naturally, you black bitch, why do you think I recommended him for you? By the way, how do you like white cock now?"
"I'll be damned," exclaimed Anna, "I plumb forgot it was white. Jack! I'm cured."
"If your orgasm is any measure of the cure, I'd say the cure is permanent too," I answered.
Gail giggled her agreement, then commenced stripping. "I'm the only one with clothes on. It makes me feel self-conscious."
As Gail's lush, firm breasts popped into view I saw Anna's eyes widen slightly. When she peeled down the skimpy nylon bikini panties Anna's eyes locked onto the thick, crisp triangle of curly pubic hair in apparent lust. Jesus! It never occurred to me that she had any hidden Lesbian tendencies.
Whipping my eyes to Gail, I received another surprise; her eyes gazed straight and bold into Anna's. The funky medical technician had known it! Furthermore, she'd come here to get some black pussy herself. She, too, was AC/DC! Gail; super-sex-pot, was hungry for black snatch meat!! Okay, I thought, we'll have an orgy.
"Welcome to the scene, doll!" I grinned. "Can I fix you a drink?"
"Thought you'd never ask, you big stallion. Scotch, please," she replied. "How about you, Anna?"
It was a pretty cool scene. We all sat cross-legged on the floor, drinking and playing the buildup word game to a three-way fuck.
"Did you ever feel such a hot prick in your snatch, Anna?" Gail asked a little drunkenly.
"Only once, Gail. I had a black buck friend who was just as big, but not anywhere near as expert."
"When he fucked you did he suck that sweet, juicy little pussy first?" Anna countered.
"Thought I'd come before he ever got that gorgeous cock into me," Gail giggled. "Jesus! Jack has the best tongue technique I ever felt. For a man, he really knows how to eat pussy. Of course, there isn't a man alive who can do it like a woman. But that's natural enough. Only a woman knows how another woman likes to be sucked."
"Hey ... you're right, honey. I never thought about it that way, but I still bet you're right," Anna replied slyly.
"C'mon now," Gail said huskily, "are you trying to tell me you've never had it...."
"Really!" Anna cut in, "I've often wondered ... but...." Her voice trailed off.
"Well, baby, I can't sit here looking at those juicy tits and that crazy snatch any longer. I'm ready for another fuck. How about you, Anna?" I asked.
She looked at Gail, as if to ask for permission.
"Don't mind me, children. I love to watch!" Gail said, but her eyes glittered with anticipation. If I wasn't mistaken, Gail would be munching black pussy before I could plug it with my prick.
I pulled Anna down alongside me and covered her mouth with mine. Her mouth opened wide and my tongue was drawn into her hot, mobile mouth in a wild, intense French kiss, while I felt her fingers clasp the flaccid length of my phallus. With loving, lustful fingers she stroked the length of my shaft, then cupped my balls in her hot palm.
"Mmmm ... you've got the biggest balls I've ever played with, white stud!" she breathed huskily. "I wanna suck them, lover. Lay 'em on me!" I got up and straddled her shoulders, resting my buttocks on the meaty cushions of her lush tits and laid my balls on her lips. Her hot tongue licked them slowly, tantalizing, as her fingers lightly stroked my hardening organ.
"Jesus!" exclaimed Gail. "I'd forgotten how gorgeous that thing was. ... Give it to him, honey, make that big prick grow ... mmmmm ... you sure know how to handle a man's organ, doll. ... Look at that goddamned thing growwow!"
Gail was lying on her side next to us, watching Anna tongue and suck my balls as my cock responded to her fingers. Glancing at Gail, I saw the meaty mounds bob and sway as her breathing became labored. Her large, dark nipples were erect from the excitement building in her lush, succulent body. Her hand crept down over her smooth belly and slipped between her ripe, round thighs. Her fingers disappeared in the thick bush of her black pubic hair and penetrated the cunt area. She sighed, opened her thighs and slid her middle finger into the hot, slick hole of her cunt. Then, with slow, even strokes she fingerfucked herself.
As she thrust in and out of herself, I clutched one of her large, meaty tits and kneaded it slowly.
"Ohh ... yeah," she muttered, "ohhh ... so good...."Anna shifted just then, opening her ripe, black thighs as wide as possible. It was her signal to Gail!
Withdrawing her tapered finger, wet and slick with cunt juice, she rolled them between Anna's thighs and buried her face in the thick, crisp mat of wiry black hair and thrust her tongue into the musky, swollen furrow of Anna's black cunt.
"Mmmm ... yes. Honey ... that's good; sooo good ... good tongue ... such a clever ... OHHH ... YES ... there! Oh honey, you sure know how to suck....AAHHH!" Anna's moans of pleasure issued forth as she sucked my balls with greater urgency.
Gail's head bounced and weaved back and forth as she bored deeper into the hot black petals of Anna's open cunt; probing, sucking and licking the juicy inner lips, clitoral shaft and the dusky orifice of her cunt hole.
Anna stopped sucking my swollen balls and clenched her teeth as the waves of sensual joy welled up in her belly, traveled up her torso and burst into her brain. I eased myself off her jerking, trembling torso and crawled back around Gail's kneeling body.
Her large, full buttocks were raised as she leaned downward into the black valley of Anna's open thighs. They rolled, weaved and rocked back and forth as she plied her lascivious tongue into the juicy, hot depths of Anna's cunt. My eyes gazed in erotic wonder at the thick, swollen cunt lips between Gail's swaying naked thighs, and the two quivering mounds of her lush, full butt cheeks. As she shifted her thighs wider to gain a firmer stance, the thick curly cunt hair parted wider, exposing a cock-hardening slit of pink cunt meat. Beads of thick, clear cunt juice sparkled like lewd diamonds as they clung to the black tufts of cunt hair that grew near the puckered rosette of her anus. My cock quivered to feel the succulent, hot clasp of the pink orifice. Carefully, I positioned myself against her rolling buttocks and inserted the hard tip of my cockhead gently into the hair-ringed slit. Hot, thick juice enveloped my glans as I slid deep into the hot, wet vortex of her cunt hole.
"MMMMMM ... UUUHHGGHH...." she grunted and lunged backward against my steelhard organ, impaling herself on it to the hilt.
Anna's lust and orgasm chose that moment to explode.
"GOD ... CHRIST ... I'M ... OOHHHH JESUS....EAT ME, YOU WHITE BITCH.... SUCK MY BLACK CUNT....UUHHHGGH. COME! YAAAHHHHH!!" she shrieked as her black torso writhed upward in a quivering arch and jerked in a series of sharp violent spasms as her orgasm exploded into the reeling senses of her brain. With a moan, she collapsed and lay panting and twisting in slowly receding sensual convulsions.
Gail's cunt closed around my thrusting cock like a wet velvet vise as Anna's orgasm exploded. Her butt cheeks began to slam back against my thighs in quick, vicious lunges as she rode Anna's heaving cunt with her mouth until Anna finally slumped back to the floor. Gasping with lust and carnal savageness, her voice croaked out harsh, urgent commands. "FUCK ME, DAMN IT! Can't you see I ... FUCK ME, YOU MISERABLE BASTARD....RAM THAT BIG HARD PRICK INTO MY CUNT ..'. AH! YES! YES! THAT'S GOOD ... OOHHH YES. ... FUCK, FUCK....FUCK MEEEEE...."
My spine leaped with a surge of fuck-lust as her screams echoed in my brain, and triggered my ejaculation. In copious, thick spurts the hot seed boiled from my balls and shot from the end of my cockhead deep into the core of her cunt. A spasm of white-hot pleasure seared through my senses as I felt my boiling seed flood the barrel of her convulsing cunt, then overflow and ooze from the pulsing cunt lips.
As we both collapsed in a heap of legs, thighs, buttocks and tits, the door burst open.
As my lust-glazed eyes perceived the intruder, I realized I was looking at one of the finest specimens of the black race I'd ever seen. As his eyes took in the scene they blazed with anger. Anna gasped in terror.
"Hank! My God! How ... where ...?"
"Well now, little sister, ain't you the cool mama!" he growled with acid sarcasm. "Here I thought that you was going to see that white bastard you're gonna marry, and alla time you just havin' a fine time with another white cocksman."
Anna leaped up and threw her blouse around her voluptuous nakedness. "This is Henry, my big protective brother," she sneered. "He don't approve of my upcoming marriage, but he can't wait to see the side benefits it will yield in cash from the loans he can promote from my husband."
Hank shot a blazing glance at Anna, but only for a moment. His eyes returned quickly to Gail's naked body. She hadn't panicked at this sudden interest at all. In fact, she was lying at her side with her head propped in one hand and her legs were akimbo in a rather insolent position, exposing her thick pubic clump. Her eyes were scanning Hank's powerful body like lasers in a very slow, bold fashion. Hank's eyes were eating her alive as he savored the meaty fullness of her large breasts and the succulent valleys and mounds formed by her soft belly and lush buttocks; returning time and time again to the swell of her mons veneris and the slightly parted labia majora couched between those ripe, velvety soft thighs.
Quickly I slipped on my pants and offered him a drink. "Scotch? Beer? What'll you have, Hank?"
"Uh ... Uh...." he grunted, still gazing at Gail's magnificent body.
"I know what he'll have," chuckled Gail huskily, moving her thighs wider apart. "Hey, you big black stud ... you ever fuck a white cunt?"
Anna laughed shrilly. "Oh, honey! You sure asked the most embarrassin' question. Shit! My little ole brother would just love to have white meat; but he's too prejudice, you see. Only black is beautiful, dig?"
Hank's mind might have been prejudice but his cock surely wasn't. It bulged like coiled snake under his tight pants. His forehead was beaded with sweat and he struggled to be nonchalant about the carnal feast his eyes couldn't leave. His tongue licked the dryness of his thick Negroid lips and his breathing was jerky.
"Well, now ... I never claimed that all white pussy was bad ... just uppity. Jesus, white lady, that stuff in your lily-white crotch gots lottsa class," Hank grunted in an almost docile tone.
Gail eased up onto her knees in front of him and tossed her mass of raven-black hair. "Little ole Hank's cock is sure trying to burst out of those confining pants. Here! Let Gail help." With deft, sure fingers she unbuttoned his waistband, pulled the slacks down over his thighs and slid her right hand beneath the snug jockey shorts.
"Jesus!" croaked Hank as her fingers closed over his balls. With her left hand Gail peeled down the white trunks,-releasing his phallus. It sprang forward like an enormous black snake-thick, black and steel-hard.
Gail gasped at the enormous black penis. Its dark wine-colored head throbbed within inches of her mouth. She expressed her relish, "Jack! Just look at that thing!! Christ, it must be nine inches long and two inches in diameter. WOW!" Her long, tapered fingers stroked and fondled the huge black shaft with restrained lust. "Oh, Hank; this little white girl never saw such a lovely, glorious cock....Mmmm ... those huge balls ... so full and heavy with ... God damn!!"
Before Hank could reply Gail's head darted forward and captured the swollen knob of his cockhead in her soft, lush lips and commenced moving the enormous head around like it was a lollipop.
"Jesus! Oh God! Christ!" Hank exclaimed in pleasure and surprise as Gail's soft lascivious lips and darting tongue laved the pulsing length of his rod; grunting and mewling with lustful delight as she savored the thick hardness.
Anna and I sat frozen on the couch, fascinated by the sheer lust of the scene. Anna's eyes were riveted on the sight 'of her brother's large, trembling cock being suckled and licked.
"Does that bother you, Anna?" I whispered.
She snapped her head around and looked into my questioning eyes. Her nostrils were flared and dilating with intense excitement. "You bet, baby. It makes me mad and horny at the same time."
Suddenly I was smitten by a wild thought. "Jealous, you mean!"
"Jealous!" she exclaimed with a snort. "Jealous of my own brother? You must think I'm a real weirdo! Why should I be jealous?"
"'Cause Hank used to be your release for pentup sexual frustrations ... right? Oh, you probably never got as far as fucking him, but I'll bet you sucked that big black cock every week."
Anna gritted her white teeth angrily. "Okay! So I went down on my brother, so what?"
"So nothing. Big deal; you sucked his cock and he liked it," I shrugged. "But why are you so uptight about Gail sucking him off?"
"The black bastard likes it!" she hissed.
"Why not? I liked it when you had that hot hungry mouth of yours on my prick," I countered.
"Mram ... yeah, that was good....But you don't dig; little ole brother Hank isn't supposed to like whites. So why is he gruntin' and sweatin' with lust while a white snatch sucks his whang?"
And sweat was right! His face was covered with a thick sheen of perspiration and he groaned hoarsely as Gail pumped his huge black phallus in and out of her mouth with faster and faster strokes.
"Ohhhh God! Ohhhh ... yeah, yeah ... suck it, you white cunt ... take it all, baby. ... Mmmm
... Jesus ... what a wild, hot mouth you got, sister."
His huge black hands were buried deep in the black lustrous mass of Gail's hair, pushing her hard against his crotch as if to force the length of his prick deeper into her voracious mouth.
Suddenly she released his cock and I watched with lust as the long black member slid from her tightly drawn lips and just trembled in mid-air, wet and throbbing.
"Get outta those clothes, you big-balled bastard, and lie down," Gail commanded huskily. "I gotta have this black cock in my cunt; I'm about to come all over myself."
She stood before him, breasts heaving with excitement. Her large brown nipples were erect and taut in the middle of the large aureole, and the muscles in her stomach rippled and rolled from the efforts she'd made while sucking him. Her eyes glittered from the half-closed slits of her sex-glazed eyes as she watched him strip.
Finally he was completely naked. His enormous muscular shoulders tapered down to a lean, narrow waist. His thighs were heavy and powerful. Bisecting his powerful frame was a thick, heavy clump of tightly curled pubic hair. From this dark thicket an enormous black cock protruded out and curved upward toward his flat belly. It was more than nine inches long and throbbed with intense arousal. Below this huge organ hung two lemon-sized balls, swollen with lust and covered with black curly hair.
As he lay down on the thick rug, his muscles writhed like angry pythons beneath the black velvet of his skin. He lay flat on his back and spread his heavily muscled thighs. His enormous black organ rose up from his lush bush of pubic hair like a huge flesh lance, tipped with a large, thick-rimmed cockhead.
Gail moved over him, planting one foot on each side of his waist. Her open cunt was directly above his cock and eyes. Slowly she commenced to move her ass and cunt back and forth in tantalizing fuck motions.
"Look at it, you black stud! Hot ... white ... cunt! How does it look? Does it make your prick dribble? Yeah ... that's right, baby, take a good long look; cause mama's gonna swallow that big black cock with her wet, hot pussy. ... Mmmm, it's so wet and throbbing ... Jesus, I can't wait to feel that black prick slide deep into ... ohhh Jesus ... baby ... here I come!"
Anna gasped with arousal as Gail squatted above the rigid, throbbing head of Hank's cock. The motion caused Gail's swollen, hair-ringed cunt lips to open wide exposing the wet, glistening inner walls of her cunt lips and the sopping orifice of her cunt hole. Anna remembered how that succulent mass of cunt meat had felt in her mouth, and was no doubt imagining how Hank's cock would respond to being enveloped in the luscious vortex of that carnal feast of wine-red cunt meat.
Squatting precariously, Gail clasped the base of that huge black cock and guided the bulging tip into the gaping moistness of her cunt hole. She eased the huge head into her for a moment, then pulled it out again and massaged her cunt lips and pulsing clitoris with the juice-covered knob.
"Ooooowhhhh ... that big cockhead feels sooo ... good ...!! Oh Jack! We gotta get Dr. Sherman to employ this marvelous thing. Jesus! This goddamned cock would make a Lesbian go straight....OHHHH!"
She gasped with joy as she re-inserted the throbbing black shaft into her cunt hole. Slowly, inch by inch, she sank downward, ingesting the thick member deep into her cunt. Its enormous diameter stretched her vagina to the limit as it was gradually being swallowed to the hilt. Finally the entire shaft was enveloped deep into Gail's tautly stretched cunt. Only the large, black balls were left. They were snugly locked against the vestibule of Gail's cunt hole and couched between the soft moist walls of her ripe, resilient inner butt cheeks.
"Oh God!" moaned Gail, "that thing is splitting me in ... ooohhh YES, YES, FUCK.... FUCK ME, YOU BLACK COCKSMAN....UH! UHHHHHHGG...."
Hank had commenced lunging upward with his pelvis, driving his enormous cock deeper into her willing cunt. His face was contoured with spasms of lust as his cockhead rubbed against the tightly stretched walls of her cunt hole. He'd never felt such a hot, wet cunt that fit so tightly around his organ. As the onrushing waves of lust welled up in his groin he clutched Gail around the waist and rolled over, his cock still buried deep in her hot, wet cunt.
Now Gail was under him with her lush, firm buttocks thrust upward. Positioned thus, the huge black man commenced fucking her dog-fashion. With groans of deep pleasure he plunged his huge, steel-hard cock in and out of her cunt with long, powerful thrusts.
"Ahhh ... ohhhh. Shit! Now I'll show you how a black man fucks....THERE! TAKE IT, YOU WHITE CUNT ... ALL OF IT ... YEAH, OOHH YEAH ... LIKE FUCKING A WILD WOMAN...."
"Deeper ... fuck me deeper, you black bastard....Ohhh God! YES! YES! NOW ASSFUCK ME....PUT IT ... NO! NO! JUST
FUCK ... DON'T STOP!!" Gail lunged backward vigorously against each powerful thrust of his throbbing cock, driving the huge member deeper and harder into her writhing hot cunt. Faster and faster she fucked, ramming her ripe, full butt cheeks against his pummeling thighs in wild, savage abandon. His powerful buttock muscles ripped and writhed in powerful spasms as he drove his slick, black cock deeper and more viciously into her white, pulsing cunt.
I was suddenly aware of my own cock. It was being jacked off by supple, expert fingers. Anna's hand pumped up and down my surging cock in a black blur. Her other hand was in her own crotch. Gazing down, I watched in lust-glazed satisfaction as her forefinger plunged in and out of her cunt hole in quick, savage lunges. Her black fingers were covered with her own, hot savage cunt juice.
"Fuck, baby, fuck ... fuck that white bitch till she comes. ... Oohhh God ... oh Jack ... COME! COME! Come for me, you sexy cocksman ... shoot that hot seed into mama's hand. ... Oh YEAH! I feel it coming ... wait ... not till Hank ... MOWWWAAA! COME!"
Her shrieks of delight blended with Gail's and Hank's as he shuddered, then bellowed his explosion of lust as he loosened his hot, creamy juice into Gail's convulsing cunt.
"YEAOWWW ... THERE! TAKE IT ALL....AHH....MORE....GOD! FUCK ME, YOU WHITE CUNT....!" Gail's buttocks grew taut as she locked his exploding cock deep inside and shuddered violently in the grip of her own powerful, shattering orgasm.
"GIMME ALL OF ... OOOHHH ... FUCK! SUCK....COCK! CUNT....YAAAHHHGG!" she shrieked, just as I shot my own hot geyser of come in an arching ejaculation that landed on Anna's black, undulating belly. Anna grunted, shook with several spasms, then collapsed limply against me.
Hank lay limply on Gail's panting, heaving body and gasped for breath, his cock still deep in her cunt hole. We all were breathing heavily from our exertions and covered with sweat.
Finally, Hank made the first motions of recovery. I watched in fascination as his black, limp organ slithered out of Gail's sopping, semen-soaked cunt and hung down over his loose balls. Even in this flaccid state, it measured a good six inches long.
Gail rolled over, spied the limp, black organ and grasped it with delight.
"Hey, black man, don't you dare leave this place without leavin' your phone number. My cunt just joined the NAACP, baby. Jesus, what a beautiful black cock!"
Anna rose and made ready to dress and leave. "You can tell Dr. Sherman I'm cured, Jack. I guess it was a silly hang-up, after all. And, Jack ... do you think it would be all right ... after I'm married ... well, I just would love to...."
"Hey, mama, don't sweat it. I feel the same way. After all, what hubby don't know won't hurt him. Right? And I sure don't want to go through life without feeling my prick being fucked by that funky, black cunt every week or so."
She sighed with relief and turned to Hank. "Okay, little brother; let's go. I know a black brother who just got hooked on white cunt."
"Hey, mama," he chuckled, "for my sister; you're really a cool piece." Looking meaningfully at Gail he added, "Anytime, baby, and I mean anytime. My ole black cock ... he gonna be hard every day till he gets deep into that juicy white hole you got!"
After they had gone I asked Gail how she liked being fucked by a black stud. "Well, lover, Gail's little ole cunt will never be the same ... bbbbrrr ... makes me wanna come all over again. ... Jesus, that black bastard has the hardest cock I've ever felt; the biggest, too. Now I know what it would feel like to fuck a horse ... but good, very good.
"How about being fucked by an ordinary stud?"
"Mmmm ... honey ... I thought you'd never ask. But take it easy, okay? My cunt is sore from being stretched by that crazy, black cock!" Two minutes later she didn't even know it was sore. She was too busy fucking me with those quick, violent lunges of her cunt I'd come to know so well, and her moans weren't from pain ... she was grunting from fuck joy.
CHAPTER NINE
It was one month to the day since I'd cured the beautiful black Anna of her phobia. I'd managed to reinforce my handiwork twice afterward in two violently sensual fuck sessions before she walked to the altar. She was a real unique piece of cunt, one I'd never forget.
Three days after my last session with Anna, George Sherman called again. "Jack, how would you like to serve your country?" he said in almost hushed secrecy.
"No, thanks, Doc, I already gave my all to Uncle Sam, remember?"
"Nothing like that, Jack. ... This is big, and very hush-hush!" The poor bastard sounded serious.
"Anything I can do without putting on a uniform is fine with me, Doc. Now ... what's the big secret?"
I'll brief you later. Just get a good night's rest and be ready to receive guests at seven P.M. tomorrow!" he answered, then hung up.
I followed his orders by eating an early dinner and hitting the sack with the newspaper in preparation for a full eight hours of restful sleep. As I drowsily scanned the news page of the Times, my eye was caught by a photo on the front page. It showed two people. A man and a woman. Both were Oriental. He was a squat, powerfully built guy with a rugged, ice-cold face. She was undeniably beautiful. The news story disclosed that the couple was none other than Chou Sung and Madame Sung, from China. He was making a reciprocal visit, on behalf of China's Prime Minister, for the recent visit of our President to The Peoples' Republic of China. Idly, I noted that they would be spending a week in Los Angeles.
What really impressed me was the subdued beauty of Madame Sung. Even the bad reproduction of the news photo couldn't hide the splendid nuances of such Oriental beauty. As I turned off the lights to seek slumber, the image of her face was still impressed on my mind.
At precisely seven o'clock the next evening the door chimes sounded. It was George Sherman.
"Well, well, the mountain comes to Mohammed," I quipped. George had never visited me or the super-sex pad. His presence verified that he had been serious about the importance of my next subject.
"Cut the comedy, Jack; I'm here at the request of the State Department," he replied. "Joyce isn't exactly pleased by this little project. Sometimes I don't understand her at all."
The image of his lush, sensuous wife flashed into my mind; thighs spread wide, moving that glorious cunt in slow fuck motions, motioning me to fuck her. George was right; he didn't understand Joyce. She was a born sex machine. God! My cock tingled as my memory flooded my mind with vivid flashes of her large, meaty tits flopping above as she rode up and down the rigid length of my cock, grunting obscenities and fuck talk as she shuddered in lustful joy of the fuck.
"Okay, George-give! What's the big flap about?"
Tn approximately thirty minutes a woman will walk in here to be serviced. She isn't just an ordinary woman, Jack. She's the wife of a very important foreign official."
"You're kidding," I exclaimed. "Since when does the State Department supply stud service to wives of visiting dignitaries?"
"Yeah, I know; but this is a special case. That's why it has to be handled carefully," he exclaimed.
"So, that's why you're here-to make sure it's handled carefully," I countered sarcastically.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Jack, you're too goddamned mature for ego reactions. I told 'em it would be better for you to handle it alone, but they insisted. I guess they're more than a little nervous about the entire idea and want me to take the blame if things go sour. Shit ... I've got enough troubles without this scene."
"Why didja agree?"
"Well, the government made me an offer I couldn't refuse," he chuckled wryly.
"Take on this project; execute it successfully and a continuous annual grant to the Institute would be assured. Refuse it, or muff it ... well, sex research institutes are vulnerable to all kinds of restrictive legislation."
"Blackmail?" I exclaimed.
"You could call it that!" he muttered.
"So, we don't muff it," I stated. "We make sure the lady gets a good rousing fuck and that's that."
"I wish it were that simple. Foreign females have strange ideas about sex and are easily offended; particularly Chinese women!"
It suddenly became clear! Madame Sung, the wife of Chou Sung! Holy Christ!
"Madame Sung looks reasonable to me, George."
His head snapped up and his eyes widened in surprise. "How the goddamned hell did you ... "
"George, don't forget; I do read the newspaper , ... between cunts," I retorted.
"Oh ... sorry, Jack. No offense, you just surprised me," he apologized.
"Why don't you brief me; we only have about ten minutes." He nodded in agreement as he glanced at his watch.
"The request came to the State Department via one of Madame Sung's personal aides. I didn't realize it, but Chinese women have gained complete equality with men over there, but overtones of the old ways still temper their actions. The women do as they please, but very discreetly, so as not to let the men lose faith. Basically, Madame Sung is both curious and a little frustrated. She has heard that Anglo males are rather well-hung, to put it bluntly, compared to Oriental men. She's right, of course. Being born and raised in China, she hasn't had a chance to experience sex with outsiders. She's more than a little pissed off about it since she knows her husband has laid Anglo females during various diplomatic junkets. Now, she figures it's her turn, but she can't afford to let her husband suspect."
"Yes, George, you're right. A very delicate problem. How do you suggest we proceed?"
"I'm gonna play it by ear, Jack. Just follow my lead and...." The door chimes interrupted his reply. I opened the door. She was absolutely beautiful but very tiny.
"Welcome, Madame," I greeted softly and bowed.
"Thank you," she replied in a curiously accented voice. "I hope my rather unusual request hasn't inconvenienced you." Her English was very good, but spoken in a slightly sing-song rhythm.
As she stepped inside I studied her closely. Lustrous, raven-black hair adorned her head in a highly complex, sculptured hair fashion. It gave her added height. Her face was all Chinese. A broad, smooth forehead, beautiful almond-shaped eyes, a small, well-shaped nose with flaring nostrils, and a small, lush mouth with full, soft lips. As I helped her remove her cape-like coat, I nearly gasped with delight at her figure. Beneath a gossamer cheon-sam of the sheerest silk, two perfectly molded breasts strained against the flimsy confinement of the garment. Anointing the crest of these two firm, meaty mounds, unusually large nipples stood erect and inviting.
Her eyes studied my face as she became aware of my scrutiny. "I am pleased, that my breasts are acceptable," she smiled. Her black eyes sparkled with wickedness. T hope the remainder of my body meets with the same approval."
She moved away from me into the main room of the apartment with deliberate, sensual movements. Below the tiny waist moved two of the most luscious, rounded butt cheeks I've ever seen. They rose and fell with each fluid step, grinding smoothly against each other beneath the sheer silken material of her dress. It was her walk; she was a hot-blooded, sensual woman just asking to be fucked.
George greeted her quite formally and handed her a cocktail. She had sat gracefully on the enormous couch and crossed her legs. Her almond eyes studied me closely as I crossed the room to get a drink for myself. I could almost feel her eyes scanning the bulge in my slacks.
We all sat and sipped our drinks, chatting about the weather, her trip, her country and the customs of China. Nobody seemed to be ready to break the ice and get the show on the road.
After about an hour and six drinks had past, Madame Sung asked to hear some music. I obliged by switching on the tapes of some very slow foxtrot music.
"Madame, could I have the pleasure of showing you how we Americans dance?" I asked.
"Ah so! Yes ... yes indeed! I have often watched films of American dancing." Reaching out my hand, I drew her up from the couch. As she uncrossed her tiny, beautifully rounded thighs, a flash of dark caught my eye. She wasn't wearing panties! As I drew her firmly against my body, I felt the marvelous softness of her breasts and belly pressed urgently against me.
Moving slowly to the bolero rhythm of the music, I let my power flow into the bulge at my crotch. She gasped softly in my ear and pressed the firm, delicately shaped mound of her mons veneris against the hardness of my coiled cock.
"You have partially satisfied my curiosity. American men are indeed ... ah ... well-endowed."
By the time the number was over, her breathing had become very erratic and the hard tautness of her nipples against my chest told me she was aroused. I motioned George to dim the light and leave the room. He did.
I poured Madame Sung another drink; a stiff one this time. I sat down beside her on the couch as I handed her the drink and placed my right hand on her thigh. Her only response was a slight catch in her breathing; then a long gulp of her drink, then another which finished the contents. Without a word she lay back in the crook of my arm and opened her thighs slightly.
Boldly, I cupped her full ripe breast with my left hand and eased my fingers along the velvety softness of her inner thigh, caressing the creamy firmness with slow, sensual strokes. As my fingertips glided over the silken softness of her thighs, I slipped my other hand under her dress and clutched the resilient meatiness of her left breast. Her nipple swelled to erect hardness against my palm and she shifted her buttocks to arch upward a bit.
"Ah ... Jack," she croaked hoarsely, "my cunnie is wet with desire for your touch ... you have nimble and knowing fingers ... ahhhh yes, yes...." She gasped with expectant delight as my fingertips eased into the moist crispness of her thick, curly pubic hair. Squeezing her heaving breast to show my own desire, I cupped the soft firmness of her mons veneris and massaged it with slow, deliberate sensuousness, working my fingers deep into the forest of her crisp cunt hair. As I explored this delicious thicket, she opened her eyes even wider.
"Enter me!" she commanded softly. "My cunnie aches for the feel of those knowing fingers....Aaiiii...."
I had slid my forefinger into the fury furrow of her tiny, firm cunt lips. They were swollen and slick with the honey-like excretions welling up from her cunt. The thick, slick juice covered the ridge of her pulsing clitoral shaft as I traversed its thick, swollen length. Just as my fingertips encountered the erect, juice-covered bauble of her clitoris, she lunged and drew my entire finger into the hot, juicy core of her cunt hole.
She shuddered and grunted her delight. "Aiiee ... yes ... my cunt must have more ... deeper. ... Yes ... there!"
I decided it was enough finger-play. She'd come to see and feel cock ... big, hard cock. Lithely, I rose and turned up the lights, leaving her there, thighs apart and gasping with desire.
"Strip!" I commanded. "I wish to delight my eyes with your wonderful body in nakedness. Now!"
As if hypnotized, she rose and unzipped the flimsy garment. With a quick shrug it fell in a heap around her feet. Such a lush, sensual nakedness was hard to imagine in such a small body.
Her ripe, firm breasts jutted from her small torso like small, juicy melons, The flat, muscular contours of her stomach blended smoothly downward into the creamy mound of her exquisite belly. A perfect triangle of raven-black pubic hair rode atop the rather large mound of her cunt. Be low and between the ripe fullness of her thighs, two firm, thick cunt lips peeked lasciviously from beneath the curly thicket of cunt hair. With lithe, smooth motions she undulated toward me, her mons lunging lustfully and her breasts moving with heavy, jouncing movements.
She stopped in front of me, reached up quickly and loosened the mass of hair from the secret catch that held it in the sculptured grandeur. Like a black, silken mantle it cascaded down over her smooth, rounded shoulders and hung down below her waist. Whipping her head quickly, she made it twirl and swirl.
"Now, I must have your member ... for that is why I came. I must know if the Anglo cock is as glorious as I have heard," she murmured and knelt before me. With quick, deft motions of her tiny fingers, she loosened my slacks, peeled them off, then repeated the operation with my shorts. My cock sprang out like a coiled snake.
"AIIEEE!!" she cried. "It is ... ohh, my ancestors ... have mercy ... such a monstrous, giant organ. ... Ohhh ... mmmm...." The tiny fingers of her left hand flashed out and cupped my swollen ball-sac; those of her right hand clasped the base of my rigid cock, and her tiny mouth attempted to envelope the enormous knob of my cockhead. Her long black hair whipped and lashed the air as she struggled to take my huge organ into her hungry mouth. Reaching down, I buried my fingers deep in the heavy thicket of that raven-black hair and guided her head against my rigid organ.
"Now, you slant-eyed bitch, you're going to suck American cock, baby ... open-your hungry mouth ... sweetheart ... ahh ... there! Now, just take it all ... yeah! AHHH!" Gradually I forced the head into the tightly stretched circle of her writhing lips, past the sharp little teeth, then eased my cock deep into her throat until I felt my cockhead come to rest against her throat.
"Suck it, you fuck-hungry cunt ... take it all and suck! There! Yeah ... that's right ... faster, faster!" Her head moved back and forth with faster and faster bobbing motions as she savored the thick, hot feel of my huge organ. Faster and faster she lunged, driving her mouth back and forth. Her hands had released my balls and were buried deep in my buttocks, pulling my pelvis toward her pistoning, bobbing head ... driving my cock deeper and deeper into that tiny, hungry mouth.
"Ohh God. ... Jesus ... yes, baby, yes ... suck, suck, suck....I'm OOOOHHHH ... GOD!! Here it comes ... take it. ... Take it all, baby ... Her lashing tongue, and voracious mouth had brought the hot, seething stream of thick creamy seed from the base of my scrotum to eruption point. As I loosened the hot cream into the depths of her convulsing mouth she groaned with delight and sucked even harder, milking the last, hot glob into her mouth. As she let my cock slide from her come-covered lips, I noticed it was still rigid. Phenomenal! Furthermore, I was still pulsing with lust! Before I could speculate, Madame Sung leaped high, encircled my waist with her firm thighs and entwined her arms around my neck. She was tiny-I hardly noticed her weight. Her eyes were slits of glittering lust and her mouth was drawn over her gleaming white teeth in a savage grimace of wanton desire.
Hanging on with one arm around my neck, she searched down with her other hand and captured my still-rigid organ in a purposeful grasp. Without a word, she let her ass slide downward and guided my cock into the dripping hotness of her gaping cunt.
As the head of my large cock entered the vestibule of that hot, slick, cunt hole, I knew it wouldn't work. I was simply too big. With curses and screams of frustrations she bounced, squirmed and lunged down savagely in futile attempts to impale herself on the huge shaft of my cock.
"Aiiee ... ugghhh ... the curse of my ancestors on such a tiny cunt! There! OHHH NO! Help me! Jack! Oh Jack!" she gasped in wild frustration. I lifted her down to the floor and laid her down on her back. Her creamy white thighs lay widespread and the muscles under the velvety skin trembled and jerked with frustration and desire.
My eyes feasted on the gaping pink slit couched beneath the crisp patch of thick cunt hair on her heaving, lunging mons. Her eyes blazed up at me as I knelt between her writhing thighs.
"Ohh ... I must have that glorious member in my cunnie, Jack! Do me ... do me ... my poor honey box will explode if I do not feel that wondrous shaft inside my cunnie!"
Dipping downward, I buried my mouth in the dampness of her thick, turgid cunt lips and lunged into the hot, slick furrow with my tongue.
"Aiiee ... yes! Ahhh....That hot tongue on my clit! Yes ... YESSS! EAT OFF MY MEAT....AAEEEEEE!" she moaned in delight and arched her cunt hard against the assault of my mouth.
As my tongue-tip laved the throbbing, juicy ridge of her swollen clitoral shaft, a sweet, musky aroma of cunt filled my nostrils and stiffened my cock to steel-hard rigidity. The smell of a cunt in foaming fuck lust was a powerful, aromatic aphrodisiac. It fired the farthest recess of my sensual senses and made my balls swell and harden with desire.
Leaving the succulence of her cunt lips and shaft, I probed deeper. My reward was a thick, pulsing bauble of hard flesh. It was slippery and hard to capture, but I compressed my lips around the throbbing clitoral pip and lashed it with quick hard jabs of my tongue. She went wild.
"EEIII ... YAAA ... YESSS....Suckle my core! YES! DEVOUR ME! OHFr JACK-SAN!!" I felt the barrel of her pulsing sheath open wider as my tongue bored deep into the hot, dripping vestibule of her convulsing cunt hole. Wider and wider it gaped as my tongue probed, twisted and lashed into the steamy, pungent tunnel of rippling cunt.
Rising up, I rolled onto my back. My huge cock rose from the midst of the thick bush of my pubic hair and the ruby-red head pulsed with desire. I pulled her on top of me and bade her to squat above my cock.
"There, baby, ride it! Impale your hot little cunt on it and fuck!" Swaying above me, her sex-glazed eyes were riveted on the huge tip of my cock as she lowered the dripping, gaping, hair-ringed lips of her cunt down onto its bulging tip.
"Ahhh ... so powerful! So ... huge. ... A giant cock among cocks. ... My cunnie trembles with lust and want as I ... AAEEIII....It enters me! YES! OHHHH....YESSSS!" I felt my glans enveloped by taut, slippery walls of hot, pulsing cunt. She grunted with savage lust and bore down with all of her weight, driving the enormous shaft of my cock deeper, deeper and deeper into her hungry little cunt. Finally, her full, bellowing buttocks rested on my thighs and my cock was buried to the hilt in her spasmatic little vagina.
"Now ... this Chinese woman will show the Occidental bull how an Oriental woman can fuck the hot coiling seed from a man's core...." she grunted with savage lust and commenced rotating her ass and cunt in slow, wide circles. I could feel the head of my cock massaging the rippling, spasmatic walls of her tight, slick cunt as she rotated that wild cunt of hers in faster and wider circles. It made the juicy hot walls of her vagina feel like an enormous mouth rubbing and stroking my cockhead like a giant tongue.
After several moments she combined the wild rotating motion with up and down lunges. My semen literally boiled at the base of my scrotum as wave after wave of electric sensual pleasure throbbed through my brain and cock. Her eyes were like blazing walls above me and her long black hair brushed my face and chest as she whipped her head around in savage lust.
"Fuck me, you big western stallion! Ream this Chinese whore's delicious, throbbing cunt ... deeper ... yes....OHHH....THERE....MY EASTERN CUNT DEVOURS THE WESTERN ORGAN OF EVIL....AHHH ... THE GIANT IS BEING DEVOURED BY THE FEMALE DRAGON CUNT ... QUICKLY NOW ... COME! LOOSE THE HOT JUICE OF YOUR CORE...." she cried, bucking up and down the gleaming length of my shaft.
Numbed with lust, I didn't see George until he was already kneeling astraddle my legs, just behind her bobbing, bucking ass. He was naked and his short, thick cock was swollen to steel-hard rigidity. For a split second I imagined it plunging with vicious power into the hot, pulsing cunt hole of his wife Joyce as she screamed with delight and lust. The image, combined with Madame Sung's lunging sheath, produced a searing, roaring savage surge of fuck-lust in my sex-crazed brain. I arched my back and drove upward into the pounding, searching cunt of this Chinese nympho.
As I lunged he made a motion. I didn't understand it ... then I did! The bastard was crazy ... he'd rip her apart....Fuck it. It was his funeral!
I reached up and pulled her swaying bouncing tits against my chest. Her ass lilted upward, her butt cheeks spread apart and George plunged his thick, steel-hard cock deep into her asshole.
"YEOOWW...!" she shrieked with pain as he drove his cock deep into the tight anal orifice. "NO! THE PAIN ... NOOO ... CEASE OR I'll
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"You'll what, you slant-eyed bitch! Tell your mini-cocked husband that you've been ass-fucked by an American," George gritted through clenched teeth as he levered his enormous organ deeper and deeper into her protesting asshole. "No! I don't think you will, Madame! Now just relax your little asshole and enjoy the delight of two cocks fucking your hot, itching holes of joy ... there ... yes ... that's it. My cock can move in your asshole now ... fuck, you Oriental cunt, fuck hard!"
Sweat dripped from her forehead and her eyes rolled like a frightened animal but within seconds she began to beg for it as her core was being reamed by two huge cocks in two holes. I could feel the ridge of George's cock move inside her anus as my own organ slid in and out of her rippling, convulsing cunt hole.
It was a wild,, unbelievably erotic sensation. It was doubly so for Madame Sung. Her lush, ripe butt cheeks rolled, bucked and rocked as she grunted with animal-like pleasure.
"FUCK, FUCK....DEEPER JACK.... DEEPER GEORGE....AHHHHH....YESSSS ASS-FUCK ME HARDER ... MY CUNT.... JACK ... AAAIIIEEE...." Her body shuddered and vibrated as the surging shocks of a powerful orgasm erupted in her tiny, flailing crotch and belly.
My own come erupted into her dilating cavern of juicy cunt meat just as George roared his passion and lunged deep into her hot, tight asshole and loosened the hot, searing seed from his balls into the convulsing depths of her core.
It was a full five minutes before we disengaged ourselves from the tangle we collapsed into after the triple orgasmic climax. Madame Sung's tiny fingers fondled my juice-covered cock lovingly with one hand while she fondled George's large balls with the other.
"My cunnie will be quite sore for many days," she cooed, "and I will not have a comfortable bowel movement for much longer. Yet I have no complaint. This evening has been the apex of my life. American women are most fortunate to have males with such glorious cocks. It will be many years before I can expect to feel the powerful glory of such instruments again. I am truly in the debt of you western stallions. The women of China shall be told of this wonder." George looked at me and winked. We'd done it up right. Besides, I now was more than an ordinary employee. George and I were asshole buddies. Three weeks later, George called. "Jack, I know you haven't forgotten Madame Sung; have you?"
"George," I chuckled, "how could I forget her. ... I'll never forget her as long as I live. If you weren't such a dedicated person we could team up and double fuck again ... your choice, of course."
He laughed. "Maybe we will, Jack maybe we will. But at the moment I think you should be prepared to accept a truly Chinese gift. Madame Sung has been very generous to me by letting the State Department know of her delight with our services. Looks like Uncle Sam is laying a good-sized grant on the Institute quite soon. I'm sending her gift to you over right away. Bye, Jack!" He hung up before I could ask about the gift.
Thirty minutes later the door chimes rang. When I opened the door my eyes beheld one of the most beautiful, young Chinese females I'd ever seen.
"Jack-san? Yes?" she asked demurely, with her beautiful, slant eyes downcast.
"Yes, but I...." I stammered.
"My name is Su Lin. I am a gift to you from Madame Sung," she murmured and entered. "I am to be yours for life and please you in every way. That is the custom of our country and I am indeed fortunate to serve Madame Sung in this manner. She has been most generous in her choice of a gentleman for me to serve." Her eyes scanned my frame with boldness and frank appraisal. "Madame Sung has praised your powers of lust and pleasure, Jack-san, and, as most fully sexed females, I am anxious to experience the pleasures of .which she spoke."
I was too stunned to speak for a full sixty seconds. Jesus! What was I going to do with a human gift! It would be like having a kid around. The last part of her statement still hadn't penetrated my bewildered brain. When it did sink in, I was even more bewildered. This girl couldn't possibly be more than fifteen years old, but she talked like a Chinese whore.
"Yeah ... well ... Su Lin ... that's your name? Well, look, honey, I appreciate the thought and I'm flattered, but I just can't accept. You're only a child!"
"In China, a female of fifteen summers is married and with child before she comes to the sixteenth summer." Su Lin countered, a little angrily. "Do I not please your eyes?"
She had me there! She was a fuckin' sex-pot. Long, black hair, beautiful, almond-shaped eyes, full rich lips and a very large pair of breasts; at least they were large by Chinese standards, and absolutely delicious by my own. The snugly fitting knit slacks were very well-filled by her ripe, rounded thighs and a succulently lush pair of full, firm buttocks.
"Okay, Su Lin! You win! But let's get one thing settled. I do as I please; I come as I please ... and I...."
"You fuck who you please," she interrupted. "Is that the correct expression?"
"Yes! Where did you learn...."
"Madame Sung was quite detailed in' her recounting of her visit," Su Lin giggled. "I am most intrigued by her description of the size and shape of the Occidental organ. Is it really so gloriously large?" She pressed against me as she spoke and I felt her small fingers close over the bulge in my slacks. "Ah! She spoke the truth!"
Before I knew it we were naked and in bed.
Su Lin's soft, lush breasts pressed against my chest and her succulent nipples made a dent in my hot flesh.
"Mmmm ... it is a marvelous member, Jacksan," she cooed. Her nimble fingers glided up and down the length of my engorged cock with expertise and amazement. "It is so much larger than the organ of my countrymen ... and thicker, too ... I love the power of it ... the pulsing ... so magnificent!"
She rolled over me and straddled my thighs. My cock was w-edged in the nubile, firm lips of her young cunt. It was damp from the juices of her core. She was aroused. Shit! Why not!
"Squat above me, Su Lin, so I may view the delight of your womanhood," I commanded.
She obeyed with deftness. My eyes beheld the most succulent of cunts; young firm, pink and glistening with the juices oozing from her cunt hole. She had very little pubic hair, which served to make the soft, swollen labia of her cunnie more starkly lewd. Bisecting the gaping pinkness of her moist furrow a rather large ridge pulsed and throbbed. At the lower end, a pea-sized bauble of light pink flesh gleamed like a small pearl. Her clitoris was both small and succulent. She gazed down at me with her soft, full lips slightly parted and her black eyes gleaming with desire.
"May I now have your wonderful cock in my cunt?"
I nodded.
Grasping the base of my hard shaft with careful fingers, she watched with hypnotized delight as she guided the large knob of my phallus into the center of her cunt hole. As my organ slid into the sopping, hot sheath my balls trembled with desire and lust. She huskily murmured her joy and sank downward until she had the entire length of my cock in her cunt.
"Aiee! It is so magnificent ... so powerful ... my cunnie trembles with joy and pleasure. ... Madame Sung was correct ... we Chinese women have been cheated ... aahhh ... it moves in me like a lustful dragon of desire. ... Yes. ... YESSS!!"
In smooth, fluid rhythm she glided up and down on my surging cock until she began to whimper and moan with desire As the deliciously supple muscles of her cunt opened and closed about my cock, I commenced to soar upward in the grip of the powerful wave of lust and desire. I wanted to fuck this Chinese nymph! Fuck her hard and savagely. Quickly, I rolled her beneath me, slipped my hands under writhing butt cheeks and clutched them viciously. With powerful thrusts I lunged viciously into her cunt hole, fucking her with long, deep savage thrusts. My cock was met by her equally frantic lunges as she bucked and thrust upward to drive my rampaging cock deeper and deeper.
"Ah ... AHHH YES....FUCK ME, FUCK SU LIN. ... DEEPER ... HARDER.... AHEEE....MY JUICES ... THEY COME.... NOW! NOW!"
Her cunt muscles closed and opened in a quick series of spasms as the onslaught of her orgasm turned her hot, slick cunt hole into a powerful convoluting mass of spasming fingers, milking, urging, forcing the hot gusher of my thick cream from my balls into her hungry cavern of lusting cunt meat.
"UGGHHH ... TAKE IT, BABY ... TAKE ALL OF MY THICK, HOT COME.... AAAGGHH....!" Searing flashes of hot, roaring lust washed my brain in waves of delicious sensual joy as my hot semen gushed into her hot core in quick, powerful spurts! Her cunt gulped the entire load and then rippled with little spasms as she milked me dry.
