Lynette got off the bus she wondered if she hadn't made the biggest mistake of her young life. She gazed around at the rundown bus station, seeing the people standing around, most of them looking just as lost as she was feeling.
This place sure as fuck didn't look much like Cleveland!
Here she was in Reno, Nevada, a town notorious for its wild lifestyle and freewheeling attitudes toward sex, and she didn't have any friends, any contacts, and, if that wasn't enough, very little money. Things couldn't have been much more desperate, but Lynette knew that she had to find some way to hold on.
As she had driven into town on the bus she had looked out the window, ogling all the lights and all the people, and, where most tourists would have seen the place as a great opportunity to have fun, Lynette saw it as a place that was going to cost a lot of money ... money that she didn't have at the moment.
Oh, one other thing besides being broke that didn't exactly tip the balance of the scales in her favor: she was a black woman.
Oh, she knew what a lot of people would say to that: it was just as easy for a black chick to make it in this world as it was for a white chick. Yeah, well, she'd never heard any black chicks say that.
Regardless of what people felt about America's blindness to color, she knew that just wasn't the case. People had attitudes and expectations of black women that they didn't have toward whites, and it was up to her to overcome them.
Black women, did she say? Hell, she was hardly a woman. She was only eighteen years old, with very little job experience.
Maybe she should have never left Cleveland, but you could have never convinced her of that when she was in Cleveland. Her stepfather was a sonofabitch, always trying to feel her up when her mother wasn't around, and it got to the point where she just didn't have any choice but to leave.
One night when she was feeling particularly desperate she took all of her savings and got a bus ticket. There was very little left over from her savings.
At the time Reno sounded good to her, and she had heard that there was always work in the casinos if you were willing to carry change or do other menial-type work.
Now that she was in Reno, she wasn't sure if she had made the right decision.
For one thing, there was that guy standing over by the bus station coffee shop. He was wearing a black leather jacket and had greasy black hair. He hadn't taken his eyes off of Lynette since she had walked through the passenger entry doors.
She didn't know what he wanted from her, but, on the other hand, the way he looked she really didn't want to find out. The guy looked like trouble and all she wanted to do was to get away from him.
She picked up her Air France bag and walked over to the ticket counter. There was a young white guy with glasses there, and he was talking on the phone.
"...uh, yeah, the next bus to Sacramento leaves at 5:11. It's the local bus, so it takes a little longer than the express. Stops in all of the towns along the way ... Okay ... You're quite welcome."
He put the receiver down and turned to Lynette. She saw his eyes widen when he looked at her.
"Uh, can I help you, Miss?" her asked, smiling at her.
"I'm not sure," Lynette said, feeling a little self-conscious. "I was wondering if you could give me directions to a place to eat that's nearby. Within walking distance. I'm looking for something not too expensive, since I'm on a tight budget ... "
"Uh, well, sure ... " he said, still looking at her with interest.
She watched as his eyes ran from her face, then down to her breasts where they held for a long moment, and then back to her face.
It was nothing new to her for a guy to be interested in her tits. Had there even been a guy who wasn't?
Sometimes Lynette wondered if having big knockers like she did was a blessing or a curse.
"There's a ... " he continued, "Hey, you know what? i was just thinking of something. I can do a lot better than that, if you'd like. If you can wait five minutes, I'll show you a place that's nearby. Heck, I'll even buy you dinner, if you don't mind. Truth is, I hate eating dinner alone ... "
Lynette paused for a second, not knowing if she should take the stranger up on his offer. It was kind of crazy to go out to dinner with the first guy who she met in Reno, and it was probably just a come-on ...
Still, it wasn't too-likely that he was a latter-day Jack the Ripper, not working in a bus terminal.
Besides, he seemed like a nice enough guy, and he was pretty good looking, to boot. What did she have to lose? Not too fucking much at this point ...
She shrugged and returned his smile. "Sure. I wouldn't mind having some company for dinner, either."
"Great." Now he was really grinning. "My replacement is ... " He glanced around and looked at another guy standing nearby, signing off a clipboard on the wall, "...right here. It'll just take me a second to get changed."
Lynette walked over to the waiting area and sat down, glancing about to make sure that she hadn't been followed by the guy in the black leather jacket.
She still didn't know what she was going to do about a place to stay tonight, but at least the problem with dinner seemed to have been solved in short order.
One of the girls she had talked to on the bus out from Cleveland had confided to her that, if worst came to worst in Reno, you could always wander around the casinos all night. You could spend the time playing penny slot machines, or something, just so you looked like you weren't littering. It didn't sound all that great, but at least it was better than being out on the street in the cold.
"Y'ready?" came the voice from beside her, and she turned to see the ticket seller standing beside her. He had changed into a colorful sports shirt, rather than the company logo shirt he had had on before.
"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess ... " she said, getting up.
"Oh, I don't think I mentioned it. My name's Jerry. Jerry Smathers."
He extended his hand and she took it. "Lynette Powell."
"Very nice to meet you, Lynette Powell."
That was the understatement of the year. It was very, very nice to meet the girl, Jerry thought. She was the foxiest thing he'd seen come through his terminal in ages.
He hadn't really expected her to go along with his invitation to dinner, since they were strangers and all, so it had been a surprise when she had so readily agreed.
Maybe the chick was broke, which wasn't such an unusual state of affairs with many of the girls who came through the Reno bus station.
There was something about her, though, that told him that broke wasn't her usual state of affairs.
There was something elegant about the little babe. She had a kind of self respect that you didn't often encounter from the types that frequented, rather than passed through, the Reno bus terminal.
Jerry picked up Lynette's bag.
"You don't have to do that," she said, "It's not heavy."
Jerry just smiled.
Lynette followed Jerry through the bus terminal and out the automatic glass doors in front. There were a couple of street people hanging out in front of the station, and Lynette was glad that Jerry was along.
As Jerry walked along with Lynette he couldn't help but contemplate his good luck. Or rather, his possible good luck, because, after all, the chick hadn't exactly hopped into the sack with him yet.
Maybe she never would. Whatever. He was happy enough just to be able to have dinner with her.
Hell, he hadn't been lying when he had said that le hated eating alone. Reno can be a downright lonely city, and it was nice to have someone to talk to, especially someone as foxy as Lynette ... what had she said her name was? Lynette Powell.
"Do you have friends in town? Someone you'll be staying with?" Jerry asked as they walked down the street.
He couldn't keep himself from glancing over at Lynette as she walked along. He was admiring her looks and wondering what she looked like once she got out of those clothes.
"I wish I did," she said, "but unfortunately I don't."
It was her, mmmmmmmmmmm, well ... delicate kind of look that had initially attracted Jerry to her. There was a kind of delicate nobility in her face that was really a turn-on.
That and those knockers! Hah!
The girl was dressed in tight jeans that didn't do a hell of a lot to conceal the beautiful shapes of her legs and her ass, and she wore a peasant blouse that-likewise gave you a pretty good indication of what lay beneath that.
And plenty lay beneath.
Got to try not to be so obvious about looking at her tits, Jerry thought. Chicks usually hate that when guys can't keep their eyes off of their knockers.
But somehow he couldn't keep himself from glancing over again at those big breasts as they walked.
"I've lived here going on five years," he said. "Do you like it?"
Jerry shrugged. "I'm not really sure what to say. Reno has a lot of advantages over other towns. It's a twenty-four hour party town, for one thing, other more conservative towns. There's always something to do, and at the worst, you can always resort to gambling or playing the sports book."
"Do you do a lot of that? Gambling, I mean?" she asked him.
"Not so much. Oh, I might drop a quarter in a slot machine now and again, but that's about it. I did hit for two hundred bucks on video poker the other day ... "
Lynette smiled. "I'll have to try that ... " At that moment two hundred bucks sounded awfully good to her.
* * *
When Lynette and Jerry left the little Vietnamese restaurant across from Harrah's Club, she had a considerably brighter view on life. For one thing, now she was pleasantly full and even a little tipsy from the imported brews that Jerry had plied her with at the restaurant.
He had insisted that you "had" to drink beer with Vietnamese food and she had to admit that it complimented the food nicely. Perhaps too nicely, because one beer had led to another and then she had gone one beyond her limit ot three.
"You know," Jerry said, "you could always stay over at my place to night. I mean, no strings attached or anything like that, but I've got plenty of room."
Lynette thought that one over as they walked along. It was mighty tempting and, in addition to that, the beer that she had drunk was helping convince her, too.
What were her other options? Stay up all night wandering the casinos? That didn't sound like that much fun when she didn't have anything to spend on gambling. And Jerry had seemed like a nice enough guy ... She didn't think that she had anything to worry about from him.
"You're sure it wouldn't be too much trouble for you:
"Trouble? No trouble, at all ... "
Still, that was what Lynette was precisely concerned about ...
A cab took them to Jerry's apartment which turned out to be an upscale ground floor one bedroom that looked out on the complex's swimming pool. Jerry explained that the place was quiet, since many of the people that lived in the complex were retirees.
Once they were inside the apartment Jerry asked, "Beer? It might not be a great idea to mix our drinks, and since we started with beer ... "
Lynette shook her head. She knew how she got when she went beyond her limit, way beyond her limit. "I think I'd better hold off for awhile, Jerry."
"Suit yourself ... " Jerry said. "You don't mind if I have something, do you?"
Lynette shook her head. While Jerry went into the kitchen to get a beer, Lynette glanced around the apartment.
It seemed to be a nicely-appointed bachelor's pad.
On an end table was a framed picture of a young boy, and then it occurred to Lynette that Jerry actually had a personal life and a family, too, something which hadn't come our in their talk in the restaurant.
"Your son?" she asked when he returned from the kitchen.
"Yeah. He lives with his mother. Up in Portland. He spends the summers with me."
"Handsome kid. He looks a lot like you, but then, I guess everybody tells you that."
"Thanks. Actually, no. Listen, why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable, Lynette. It you need anything just ask."
Lynette sat down, and Jerry joined her on the couch, not sitting too close ... at least not for the moment.
Look, she thought, why kid yourself about where he's coming from? He's coming from the same place that every guy in the world is coming from. You know what the guy is after, so quit pretending that you don't.
I mean, she told herself, there's nothing really wrong with a guy wanting a little pussy, is there?
It's only natural for a guy to want to get a piece now and then ... And if it just so happens that I'm black and he's white, well, what does that matter?
"Uh, Jerry? Could I have one of those beers, after all?"
"You bet," he said. Jerry got up and went into the kitchen to get another brew for Lynette. That, he thought, was a good sign.
The fact is, it was true. Every single bit of what Lynette was thinking about him.
Jerry was, to put it plainly, hot for Lynette's sweet ass.
What guy in his right mind wouldn't have been? She was foxy as all get-out, and in addition to that, she was black, and that was something that seemed to put an edge on Jerry's desire for the broad.
Jerry had never had a black broad before, but with Lynette sitting on his couch, he was definitely warming to the prospect. Yeah, there was something about her being black that made him want her even more.
The fact that she was a black woman, or rather, girl, made her seem more exotic, even worldly, although, from the description of her life in Cleveland, he knew that was an illusion.
She was really just a small town kid who was probably feeling pretty scared and alone at that moment. Well, he would do all he could to change that, anyway.
Jerry returned and handed a cold beer to Lynette. This time he sat a little closer to her on the couch.
It wasn't like the beers hadn't gotten to Jerry, too. He was feeling pretty loose himself, arguing to himself that he might as well go ahead and make his move on the little broad and see how she reacted.
What could it possibly harm if he gave her some indication of the way that he was feeling?
He'd start out slowly and see how she responded. If she didn't respond to his advances, well, then he'd back off and let her alone. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who was going to make an issue out of it.
If she would rather that he left her alone tonight, well, fine, then that was exactly what he would do.
On the other hand ... quite a lot of great possibilities presented themselves to Jerry. What if she was as interested in him as he was interested in her?
And so Jerry took the plunge, throwing caution to the wind.
During a lull in the conversation he leaned over and kissed Lynette on the neck ... on that wonderful, creamy dark mocha neck that he'd been lusting for since he had sat down on the couch beside her.
Lynette tensed when he pressed his lips to her. It wasn't a voluntary reaction.
"Uh, I ... " was all that Lynette was able to come out with.
She wanted to tell Jerry no, to tell him that she didn't want him to be coming onto her like that, but, at the same time, that wasn't true. At the same time she knew that she wanted exactly what he had to offer, that she needed him as much as he needed her.
Jerry tensed too when he realized that that girl was reacting negatively. Jeez, what was the fucking problem? Was she frigid or something? After all, she had been leading up to this all this time ...
She had been right about him all along, Lynette thought. He was after her pussy, and now that he had come out in the open with it, she didn't quite know how to respond to him.
She wanted to open up to the guy, but there was something about letting her feelings show that scared her. For one thing, he was white, and there were all the complications that went along with that.
Was he coming on to her because she was black? Was that it?
For a new kind of conquest?
Or was he actually attracted to her, skin color aside? It was all so confusing ...
This was something new to Lynette. She'd never made it with a white guy, and that in itself was kind of daunting.
People might think that interracial sex was the most normal thing in the world these days, but that wasn't the way that they viewed it back in Cleveland.
No, that was the reality of it: Lynette couldn't help but be influenced by the way that she had been brought up.
Rob could sense that Lynette was a little shy and the way she had stiffened when he had kissed her neck. But, on the other hand, she hadn't said anything to discourage him, so maybe all it took was a little warming up with the babe.
Well, he didn't have a whole lot to lose if he gave it another shot ...
He moved closer and then he pressed his lips back to her neck.
He did it very delicately, not wanting to seem like a werewolf out for her pussy, or something.
He was letting his mouth slide along the smooth, warm skin of her neck, and then, again, he felt her shiver a little bit.
Yeah, but why? Did she want him to continue or not to continue, or what? Well, he sure as fuck knew what he wanted ...
Lynette took a deep breath as he pressed closer to her, and Jerry wasn't quite sure what that meant, either.
What could he do but go farther to find out about the babe?
Two
Now Jerry took the plunge.
Yeah, he thought wryly, this was the part where she would either jump his lily-white bones or else where he was going to earn himself one good slapping.
Jerry snuggled closer and then pressed his lips to girl's ear.
He started out kissing that delicate little ear, and then he really took the plunge.
He couldn't keep himself from it. Jerry nervously reached out and his fingers slid over one of Lynette's big, firm titties.
That was when he realized that his suspicions about her had been right, and he was damned glad that they were!
That little black broad was braless underneath that peasant blouse, and oh, man, oh, man! What a pair of tits that chick had on her!
He closed his fingers on Lynette's tit, squeezing gently.
He let his fingers do the walking, touching her tit and fathoming the shape of that gorgeous big mound right through the fabric of her peasant blouse.
He was shaping that mound in his fingers and feeling the hard spike of her nipple through the cloth of the peasant blouse, happy that so far the little babe hadn't let out even a whimper of protest.
She was fucking going along with what he was doing!
And then Lynette gave away her hand. She moaned lustily, pressing that luscious body closer to him!
"UUnnnnnnnmmmmmmm...."
That was what Jerry liked to hear!
Jerry's touch had finally gotten to her, and now she was showing what she was really feeling about him!
That lusty moan that she let out was the signal for Jerry to go for the gusto!
Jerry was still clutching her fabulous, shapely tit.
He was squeezing it and making Lynette moan out all of the need that she was feeling inside.
"Jerrrryyyy ... OOooooohhh.
At the same time Jerry ran his lips along her sweet sculpted neck, extending his tongue a little and tracking a little wet line. Now things were really getting good ...
That moan had been the . , 'reen light to everything he wanted, and now there was no turning back.
And then it seemed like the babe recanted, stunning Jerry for just a second.
"Jeeezus, Jerry ... " she moaned, "I don't want to seem like some kind of a slut, or something ... I mean giving in so easy, and all ... This is our first night, and ... "
Jerry didn't seem to be too worried about it, though, and so she didn't press the issue any farther.
Lynette still was being pretty coy and playing it cool, at least to the extent that she hadn't returned the favor by going after him, but he hoped that that wouldn't last for long. Well, there wasn't a whole hell of a lot that he could do but keep on going.
Jerry started worked his fingers underneath Lynette's peasant blouse, then slid his fingers along her warm, firm belly.
Fucking, yes! He couldn't wait to get his fingers on those knockers, those knockers that he had so far only experienced in Braille through her Mouse.
His ringers gently grazed her pert bellybutton and then headed upward to where the action really was.
Lynette turned and arched into Jerry as his fingers slid over her naked breasts.
His fingers traced under the firm underside of her breasts, sliding over them.
"Ummmmmmmmmm ... Jerry ... Oh, yeah! That really feels good, what you're doing ... I know that I shouldn't but ... "
Lynette arched forward, thrusting one of those big, warm tits into his hand.
She moaned as his fingers closed on one big citric, working on the puckered disk of her nipple.
"Jerryyyy ... What you're doing is getting me so ... so hot ... "
Well, he thought, that was what it was supposed to do!
Jerry's fingers were swizzling her nipple and it felt like it shot a straight current of desire straight to her twat!
Yeah, now, that was more what he had in mind!
Jerry was a tit man par excellence, and just the touch of that babe's oversized knockers was plenty-enough to get his dick standing up and taking notice!
By that time Lynette and surrendered to the guy next to her, deciding that she was going to give him anything he wanted ... and everything she wanted!
Jerry and Lynette plunged their mouths together, grinding them, and this time the lust was shared.
"I need you, oh, fuck, I need you so bad ... " she groaned, and he could feel that little pussy of hers thrusting inadvertently.
His hand was going a mile a minute on her tit, and the way the girl was giving in to him told him that all of the things he had hoped for were going to cum true.
Now she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and Jerry sure as fuck wasn't going to throw it away by hesitating!
Jerry thrust his tongue into Lynette's mouth and she moaned, sucking his tongue like it was a little dick.
"Uummmm, yesssss!" she hissed. "Give me ... give me everything ... "
He pressed his mouth down to hers for another take, his tongue wrestling with hers ...
. . .And those two were off and running!
Now nothing in the world was going to stand in their way!
"C'mon," he said, pulling away from her for just a second. "I want to get a look at those tits of yours ... "
Jerry helped Lynette get her blouse off, and he watched with anticipation as she slid it upward and over her head.
No, it was obvious that once you got the chick a little worked up that all of that shyness melted into thin air.
He watched the fabric of that blouse slide up the creamy mocha of her belly, and then they were in to the really good territory.
Then he was feasting his eyes on her breasts, on her beautiful naked breasts, wondering who the first ass-hole was who wanted to cover such beautiful things up.
His eyes clamped onto her naked tits as her shirt came off.
Man! There was no doubt about it! She really did have a pair on her, and they were just about perfect!
Her titties were big and shapely, and they had nipples that were fantastic ...
...Those nipples of Lynette's were fucking huge and almost black!
Other guys might gush over some chick out of a skin mag with perfect pink-nippled knockers, but for Jerry there was simply no comparison.
Those big dark nipples of Lynette's were enough to make him cream his fucking jeans right then and there!
There was no turning back for Jerry now! "UUunnnnmmmmmmmm ... "
Jerry launched himself at those gorgeous dark-skinned knockers, pressing his face between them while his hungry hands went up to cup and sample them.
He kissed the beautiful dark slopes of her breasts, letting his tongue run glistening paths all over their creamy dark skin, as he worked them with his fingers.
UUUuummmmmm, yeah! He was loving their firmness, their silkiness.
Lynette was arching into him, doing some groaning of her own as he ran his fingers all over those big knockers of hers, shaping them, caressing them.
Jerry was squeezing and distorting them with his fingers, happy as a kid with a ... rather, two new toys.
And then Lynette pulled away and gave him a show.
By that time she was just as stoked to fuck as Jerry was, and now she was really getting into giving him what she had.
Her hands went upward to the thrusting loaves of her tits and she hefted them upward while Jerry stared on.
"Do you like these, baby?" she asked.
She lifted, jiggled them in her hands while Jerry ogled them, lost in the pleasure of staring at those knockers that were beyond his dreams.
"Are you kidding?" Jerry asked.
She shook her head.
"I like them too fucking much ... " he half-groaned.
Jerry couldn't stop thinking about all the wonders that those fabulous knockers held in store for him that night.
Lynette gasped as she watched his close the distance between the two of them.
That lusty young white boy was desperate for her, and she wasn't too far fucking behind in her passion!
And then he was closing his mouth onto one of her tits, taking the spike inward and sucking on it.
"Jerry! Oh, my god! Yessssss! Do that! Do it hard!"
Lynette watched the taut nipple spike disappear between his sucking lips, and then she felt the twinge of pleasure that shot from her nipples straight to her twat, making her moan out her pleasure.
Jerry lay her back and Lynette sure as fuck wasn't in the mood for arguing about it by that time.
Jerry's fingers found the button on her designer jeans and he didn't waste any time in unzipping them.
Jerry was getting harder and harder and he knew that there was only one solution to that.
Jerry pulled her jeans down, watching those pants slide down Lynette's shapely, mocha-skinned legs.
And then Jerry was getting an eyeful of the first black cunt that he had ever seen up close, not on some movie screen or in the pages of some magazine.
She had fine, kinky black hair all over her pussy.
The way that Jerry was feeling at that moment, he wouldn't have wanted to substitute the blondest little Barbie doll pussy in the world for that little triangle.
Lynette let her fingers go to Jerry's crotch, and when she touched it it was obvious that he was ready.
His pants concealed a hard shaft under the fabric, a hard shaft that was ready to lurch forth and take a nosedive right into her dark little cunt.
Lynette got so hot when she felt that thick rod of his that she couldn't hold herself back. She gripped it, loving the heft and the hardness of that pecker.
She went right to work on Jerry's dick without even getting his pants open.
She started rubbing and gently teasing his boner, running her fingers around the torpedo-like head of his cock.
Jerry slid, above her. The couch might not be the greatest place in the world to fuck, but Jerry was too turned-on to suggest that they move to the bedroom.
He had to dip his wick right now, and if she happened to be on the couch, on the floor, on the moon, it didn't matter.
But then he knew that there was something to be done before he shafted his hard prick into her.
That little black-furred pussy looked just too inviting to pass up.
Lynette spread her gorgeous dark legs, almost beckoning Jerry to come closer. If her cunt wasn't beckoning, her words and her groans were.
"Eat me, baby ... Put your tongue inside me and eat me hard ... "
He only stared at her cunt for a second before he acted.
He used his hands to widen her legs a little more, and then he plunged his face between her legs.
That was where he wanted to be, where he had wanted to be all of his life ... Shit, yes, that was where he had wanted to be ever since the first moment he had seen that little black babe in the bus station!
And now he was there, and he was going to fucking make the most of it!
His nose was pressed into her pungent pussy, and then he really got busy.
He rubbed his nose and mouth into her cunt, loving the taste, the smell of it. The scent of that cunt seemed to go straight to the pleasure centers of his brain, sending him right into sexy overdrive.
"Uuuunnnnngggggghhh!" He couldn't hold back his own groan of pleasure as he filled his nose, as he filled his senses completely with Lynette's cunt perfume.
Lynette was bucking her butt, not even trying to do it.
Now it was her body telling her what to do and not the opposite. And her body was telling her to get busy fucking!
Not that Jerry had his tongue in her it was all over, as far as any protesting went. Yeah, that sweet white boy could have anything he wanted, anyway that he wanted it.
Now there was no fucking holding back or even thinking about it.
As Jerry worked his tongue into her twat she went wild fucking that guy's face. Her ass was tight and jerking, sliding in and out and grinding her cunt right into his face.
That little black babe was madly twisting and grinding her cunt into his more than willing mouth.
He used his finger and spread her cunt lips wide, almost as much for his eyes as for anything else. That, he knew, was the place he wanted to be.
He was staring as he widened those little petals with his fingers, taking in the beauty inside.
Inside her pussy was a glistening salmon that he couldn't resist, as if there were any part of that beautiful little black babe that he was able to resist.
Jerry plunged his mouth back into her twat, gobbling her up again.
Fucking yesssss! The smell, the taste was carrying him away, almost as if he was imbibing some exotic drug.
He kept on tonguing Lynette, sending that little babe into another round of groans and cuntbucking.
"Jerr! Eat me! Yessssssss!" she hissed, twisting.
He ran his tongue up and down in her little slash, loving the taste of her.
He was sliding his tongue through those delicate delicious petals.
He was just loving the taste of that little twat of hers, and it was obvious from the moans that Lynette was letting out that she was loving it, too.
Lynette was plunging her ass as she ground her pussy into Jerry's nose and mouth, fucking Jerry in the face.
He clung to her, gripping her sweet, shapely ass-cheeks as he pressed and drilled his tongue into her.
Jerry licked Lynette's cunt, zeroing in and sucking her delicate twatlips, taking his time on them.
He was really making sure that her clitoris got a good spanking, too.
Once he had her little clitoris enclosed in his lips he went into overdrive, really giving the little head a good scouring.
"Jerrrryyyyy ... UUnnnnnnggggghhhh!" Lynette groaned, her mind taking off into the stratosphere when he went wild on her clit.
Now that Lynette was ready Jerry wasn't in the mood for holding back another second. He knew that he had to have a lot more than just cuntlicking to satisfy himself.
He slid above the babe, plunging his mouth onto hers.
Lynette was crazed to fuck and she quickly got his belt open, then undid his pants.
Their tongues were going wild, wrestling and thrusting wetly as Lynette pulled Jerry's pants down.
Now Lynette's fingers closed on his hard dick. She gripped cock as he pulled his mouth away from her and then plunged his mouth back down to her tits.
Lynette spread her legs wide, and Jerry moved into place atop her.
He was gripping his cock and he pressed it down to the little salmon colored lips of her cunt.
He held onto his cock and then gave her just a taste of i t, rubbing the head of it into her cuntslot.
By that time Lynette was just crazy to be fucked!
He kept on teasing her sensitive pussylips, running the head of his bone into her juiced-up slot.
He ran it up and down, wondering whether he could hold back for another second.
Lynette gripped Jerry's ass, working the cheeks, going a little farther and pressing her nails in.
Jerry slid his dick a little ways into her pussy, not in any hurry to fuck her.
He knew that the longer he held out the wilder that babe would be to take it, to take it all in.
He was rubbing it into her cunt lips, teasing her clit with it.
And then he pressed in. She felt that rod slide in. Lynette's cunt closed on his bone as he pushed it in.
He pressed it deeper in and Lynette couldn't keep from waggling her cunt. Jerry got moving.
He started to really move that dick, plunging in.
He jogged his ass, making her tits lurch.
Lynette was moaning, gripping his ass hard, plunging her cunt in opposition to Jerry's thrusting cock.
He stared at her, loving the look of that beautiful black babe.
As he fucked her, her fingers were working on his ass.
Jerry rammed his bone into her.
He plunged his cock into her, slamming her over and over while she cried out her bliss.
That little black babe was completely lost in the fucking that that guy was delivering.
Jerry was going wild screwing that little black babe.
Jerry continued to fuck her, fuck her hard. He was grinding into her.
He plunged his dick into her repeatedly, loving every inch of that babe's twat, driving that prick into he depths of her cunt.
Lynette was carried away with the fucking, lost in the sensation.
A deep sweet fire poured through her, making her scream, making her buck her cunt like crazy.
Jerry kept on driving into her cunt. He twisted his pecker into her.
He kept up the fucking, giving her every inch of his cock. Now he knew that he was in the homestretch, twisting and turning the hard mortar of his prick into the tight little pestle of her cunt.
And then Lynette was screaming out her bliss. She was driving her fingernails into his ass, plunging her cunt again and again.
He didn't pull his prick out of her.
He just lay there next to her in the wet, tight clasp of her cunt.
Three
The following morning Jerry got up and dressed for work, his cock an insistent ache in his pants. He knew what he really needed, but he didn't think it was possible.
He would have much rather stayed with Lynette for the day and done a replay of their hot action the night before, but he knew that he'd get canned from the job if he didn't show up.
No, there was no way that it was possible. He'd already been sick too often this year, and there wasn't any point in jeopardizing his job.
There was no way around it. He had to go to work, terminally horny, or not.
"Just go back to sleep and, well, if you want to come back tonight and crash, that would be just fine with me," he told Lynette as he prepared to leave. She was only half awake and her eyes were droopy as she looked up at him.
"If you go out, just leave the door open so that you can get back in. I mean, make yourself at home, okay? I'm hoping that you'll be here when I get back tonight ... "
"Are you sure? Lynette asked.
"Positive ... Abso-fucking-lutely positive," Jerry said, leaning over and giving her a kiss on her forehead and a squeeze on one of her naked tits.
"You know," Jerry said, "you were saying that you wanted to find work around town? Well, I understand that they're laying off at the casinos, so that might not be too easy to get a job there, but I did hear that they're hiring down at the adult book store ... Hell, it would probably be a lot easier than carrying change or cocktails in a casino."
As Jerry started to head out the door he glanced back to get one more look at the beautiful black girl.
He couldn't help but fix his eyes on Lynette, lying in bed.
The cover was pulled down, exposing one of her big dark nipples. His eyes went right to that nipple and held.
Jesus, he thought, he really shouldn't have taken that last look at her. The memory of that awesome tit would be tormenting him all day!
Jerry couldn't find a way to pull away from her, to remove his eyes from that tit. His brain was telling him that he needed to hurry up and get to work, while his dick was pulling him in exactly the opposite direction, namely in the direction of that gorgeous naked tit.
"Fuckit! I can't do it!" Jerry muttered. Maybe he couldn't call in sick to work, but there was one thing he could do! He could arrive ten minutes late! There was time for a quicky before leaving!
Lynette had already drifted back to sleep, and so she was surprised when Jerry pressed against her.
She felt the coolness on her body as he pulled the cover away so that "he could gaze down on her nakedness.
Yeah, he thought, pressing closer to the warmth of her body and the cocoon of warm under the cover, that's what I was after ...
His eyes went up and down her beautiful brown body, fixing on those fabulous tits as she slowly opened her eyes.
That chick really did have a knockout body on her, there was no denying that ...
He considered himself damn lucky that she had come home with him and, regardless of what happened between the two of them, he'd never regret fucking that beautiful little broad ...
But he's better get down to business before it was lunchtime!
He pressed onto Lynette, his fingers finding a firm tit.
He gently kissed her, then upped the ante with his lips, grinding against her mouth, his tongue dodging and swirling into her mouth.
Lynette groaned, her eyes fluttering. UMmmmmmm ... She didn't have to be awake to want to fuck!
Lynette could feel his hardness pressing against her leg, and she knew that it wasn't a fucking wallet. She slid her arms around him as he kissed her.
She clung to him, loving the reassuring feeling of his body.
Her hand involuntarily slipped down lower as she sucked his tongue, wanting to take another part of him in like that ...
Suddenly her fingers were working his ass-cheeks, toying with his ass-hole through the fabric and rubbing his hairy balls between his legs.
Yeah, he was plenty hard, and Lynette was definitely warming to the prospect of that dick of his.
It didn't rake long to bring Jerry up to speed. Jerry was fingering her beautiful firm tits, at the same time pressing his erect cock against Lynette's leg.
He was sore from the clamp of his workpants, and there was only one remedy for that. He had to get that hard mother-fucker out into the opening and breathing!
Lynette pulled her mouth away from his for a second.
Now she was completely awake and, the more aware she got, the more she knew that she was in the mood for a good, hard screwing. Jerry had said that it would be a quickie, and so she was even willing to settle for that.
And Jerry was just the guy to deliver that hard screwing, too.
"Take your pants off, baby ... I've got to have you inside of me ... " Lynette said, almost in a groan.
She could already almost feel what that hard dong of his was going to feel like once he had it plunged inside of her, and she could hardly wait for it.
"I don't have time, baby," he replied, but that didn't mean that he didn't have time to fuck. "I'll leave my pants on, but that's won't stop me ... "
From that point on, their hot sex just got hotter.
Jerry still hadn't gotten enough of those big knockers of Lynette's. Hell, he didn't know if he ever would!
By that time those beautiful brown mounds had become something of an obsession with Jerry, a problem that other guys who knew her would have in the future.
His fingers eagerly slid over Lynette's big, naked tits, shaping and caressing the silken flesh, sliding over her nipples.
Shit, he couldn't resist the look of those gorgeous knockers and he brought his face down, losing himself in those tits.
Damn, but those big knockers of Lynette's were just too much!
There was nothing Jerry liked more than to be pressing his face between those two big mammaries, losing all his cares.
He fixed his mouth on one of Lynette's big nipples, and then he was sucking it, licking and lapping at it. All it took was a few tongue strokes to turn the little nubbins of that babe's nipples into hard, up-thrusting spikes.
Jerry's other hand was working overtime on her other tit.
Shit, no, there was just nothing like the feeling of Lynette's tits. He was molding them, caressing and shaping their firm brown flesh and making the nipples go as erect as a little dark bullets.
That did it!
Lynette just couldn't get his zipper open fast enough so that she could get at that talented prick of Jerry's.
Lynette dragged his pants and underwear down and then she had what she was looking for right at hand.
His prick was thrusting out without any coaxing, quivering erectly.
Now Jerry was kneeling in front of her, and the girl had to admit that she liked what she saw.
His dick was thrusting erectly out of the dark mat of his hair.
That boner of his was quivering as he lifted it upwards, offering it to the babe in front of him. It looked like it was a snake ready to lunge out of his fist and bite her.
Lynette's fingers replaced Jerry's on his prick. She gripped that big stick of his hard, stroking the hot, veinous thing and feeling it harden even more.
As Lynette lay there, her pussy was beginning to send her little jolting messages that it wanted that boner in it and it wanted it now!
But there was only one thing left to do ...
Lynette slid away from Jerry, sliding onto her knees.
Without hesitation she went down on his cock with her mouth.
She enclosed the hard snout of his prick in her lips, taking him deep.
Jerry couldn't hold back his gasping. He slid his hands down to Lynette, running his fingers through her hair and urging her to take his cock even deeper.
"Ooohhhh, fucking yes, baby!" he gasped, plunging his bone in and out of her. "That's the way to do it ... "
Jerry was thrusting his prick into her mouth like he was fucking a cunt. He had to admit that those lips of hers provided a pretty good substitute.
Lynette was nice and tight and the only thing that didn't ring true were those little nipping teeth!
Lynette pulled away for just a second, and then she was licking that purple prickhead.
The head of Jerry's cock gleamed in the dim light of morning, and she ran her tongue all over it, making it gleam even more.
She launched back into sucking and stroking that big boner of his while he lolled back in pleasure.
She had to admit that that pecker looked damned good.
His boner was thrusting up from the matt of his pubic hair, all big and hard and proud.
It was just the sort of thing that a girl couldn't resist!
The covers had been tossed overboard by that time, and Jerry stared at Lynette's cunt for just a moment, knowing that was where he had to be and had to be fast.
And then, unable to resist it, he buried his mouth in her pussy.
Suddenly he was lost in the taste and the smell of her fabulous black-furred pussy, transported back into the wonderland of the night before.
He shifted around, and then he was in position on the tangled sheets.
Then Jerry was madly fucking her mouth, fucking her face with his hard prick.
His fingers spread the lips of her pussy and then he almost lurched into that tight little slit. His ass was in action as his mouth feasted on the succulent hot flesh within her pussy.
Jerry sucked and ate while at the same time pistoning his boner, loving the taste of that ripe twat.
He was pumping his prick into her mouth until, he couldn't take it any longer.
He knew that he had to be inside of her. That was what he was aching for, and there was nothing else that was going to satisfy the ember that was burning inside of him.
That was when he turned around on the bed. Lynette had a question mark for an expression but that didn't last for more than a second after she saw what Jerry wanted. He hurriedly went after her pussy with his prick.
Lynette spread her legs wider to accommodate his arching bone and, using her hand, guided Jerry's prick into her pussy.
Jerry pressed closer, that big whang wobbling as he brought it up to kiss the door of her pussy, just letting the tip of it graze up and down in the slit.
And then Jerry went for the gold. He burrowed it into the cream of her cunt, driving it deeply into the hot clutch of that babe's tight little cunt.
Jerry began to pump his prick into Lynette's little dark-furred twat, thrusting it all the way into her pussy until he mixed his pubic hair mix with hers.
That was too good ... It was too fucking good ...
That was when Jerry really started going at it, bringing his ass into motion and plunging that prick of his deep into Lynette.
Now his cock was thrusting hard and fast, Lynette's sweaty tits lurching with each plunge of his bone.
He ground his pubic bone into her, rewarded with her sweet whimpering cries of pleasure.
He was driving it into her fast and steady and hard, in no danger of softening.
For her part, Lynette was scrabbling her hands over his hot, bare ass-cheeks, and he started to really go at it when her finger found his ass-hole and started to twiddle it.
"That's the way, baby! I love it! Do me deep! Do me fucking deep!" Lynette gasped, at the same time moving her finger in his ass-hole, tickling, feathering it.
She was shoving a single finger into the tight puckered sphincter of his ass, making him gasp and arch, and even go harder, if that was possible.
It seemed like there was a straight wire from his ass to his dick, and every time she twiddled his ass-hole he went into a flurry of hard-driving fucking.
She squirmed her finger into his ass as he held his breath, taking her all the way down that last hard mile.
Jerry went into wild flurries of fucking, frenziedly cramming his bone to her.
Each plunge was jostling her on the bed, making her tits bounce and rebound with each one of his hard strokes.
"Uuummmmnnnnnnnnhhhhh!" Jerry groaned as he closed in for his climax.
His poor hard cock felt like it was on fire as he pounded and twisted it into the hole of her cunt, hearing the sweet slurpings as it burrowed deep.
Jerry just kept on riding her, bucking into her as she took it in, took it all in.
He was frictioning the hell out of her tight little twat channel with the repeated burrowings of his hard, arching prick.
His face was contorted with pleasure as he took her that last mile, and she was begging and whimpering underneath him.
His cock slammed into the tight wet corridor of her twat until she started to gasp and cry out:
"Oh, my God, Jerry ... I think that I'm going to ... I think that I'm going to ... "
His hands were mauling her tits as he delivered his last thrusts.
He was grinding his pubic bone into hers, and then, when he couldn't take any more he surrendered to the fire in his loins.
They both jerked and screamed as he pumped his jism deep within Lynette.
Suddenly he was depositing his jizz inside her until it dribbled from the lips of her cunt, pooling underneath her bounding ass.
Jerry fell atop her, his mouth affixed to a nipple, his breath rising and falling.
Jerry lay there for a long moment, wondering if he was dead from all that fucking, but finally he came around and was able to lift his head and smile at Lynette.
"It would have driven me crazy to be thinking about you all day and to know that I passed up fucking you ... "
Lynette smiled.
Jerry hurriedly dragged his pants on and, preferring another kiss to the girl, he rushed off for work.
Four
It was, she had to admit, a nice way to start the morning.
Hell, what could be difficult about working at an adult bookstore? Aside from the fact that she had never been inside of an adult bookstore, not even once, she couldn't imagine that it would be a problem.
Oh, sure, there might be a lot of horny guys always trying to come on to her, but now that
Lynette thought about it, that wouldn't be bad, in fact, it might be kind of fun.
Lynette decided that she would apply, after all. She phoned and talked to a girl at the adult bookstore and determined that they were indeed hiring. It was looking more and more positive.
The girl on the phone told her that she could come in anytime after one o'clock and so, after putting on the nicest dress that she had, Lynette took a leisurely stroll to the bookstore. It was only a few blocks away, and since it was a nice day Lynette thought she would save bus fare and walk to it.
It was a larger place than she had imagined, with a big marquee in front. Apparently adult books and magazines were big business in Reno, and the place looked like it didn't have any shortage of customers.
Now that she thought about it, one thing bothered her slightly about the place. On the marquee it said, "NOW APPEARING: JUDY". There was no other description than that, and it made it seem a little mysterious.
Lynette couldn't figure out what the message meant, but when she got inside it became pretty obvious.
There, behind the counter and going about the usual business that a sales girl might engage in was, she presumed, Judy. She was a more-than-pretty girl with brunette hair done in a cute ponytail. The only thing was that Judy was topless.
"Uh, hi," Lynette said tentatively, wondering whether she should be here in the first place. "You're Judy, I bet. I talked to you on the phone earlier about the job. I'm Lynette. Do you remember me calling?"
"Oh, right," Judy said, smiling at her. "Sure, I remember."
Judy had high, small tits with dark nipples, and Lynette's eyes, for some reason kept coming back to them.
"Yeah, Lynette, you look like you'll do, all right," he girl said, nodding. "Somehow I think you came to the right place. Matt's office is right up the hall, and he's expecting you."
It was all moving much too fast for Lynette. The topless thing ...
Only now was it sinking in that she was applying for a topless job!
Jeezus, could she do it? And did she want to even if she could get the courage up?
Lynette somehow put one foot in front of the other and slowly walked down the hall toward the door at the end.
She felt like she was on death row, walking toward the electric chair. She knew she was being silly about it, but somehow the idea of working without any clothes, or with few clothes on scared her.
Shit, she hadn't even imagined that a position in a bookstore would be topless, and now that she knew it was, she didn't know how to respond.
For one thing, what would Jerry think about her working in a topless place?
Hell, he had probably known all along, had probably assumed that she would know about it, and so he apparently didn't have any problem with it, at all.
Well, hell, now that she thought about it, why should he have any problem with her going topless on the job? They weren't exactly married, or anything like that. Why should she really care what he thought or didn't think about the job, anyway ?
Lynette reached the door and put her hand on the knob, holding it there for a second. She could feel her heart beating like mad, and for a second she considered turning right around and hightailing it out of the place.
But she needed the money, man, did she need the money and what was so wrong about appearing topless, after all?
Shit, it wasn't like she was going to be performing live sex on stage, or anything like that.
Maybe guys would be staring at her tits all day long, but it was unlikely to leave scars, after all. She might even get to the point where she didn't even think about it, at all. She was really being silly about it, and she should try and get a grip.
Even though she was shy, she thought it might actually be fun once she got used to showing off her tits for strangers.
She would do it, she decided. That is, if Matt wanted to hire her.
Finally, after the little talking-to that she had given herself, she got the courage up. She knocked on the door and received an immediate: "Come in."
Still feeling shy and hesitant, Lynette opened the door and stepped into the office.
When she saw the man sitting behind the desk, she immediately felt a little more comfortable. It was hard to say exactly why, but one thing was that he exuded a friendliness that was hard for her to miss.
"Uh, I'm not interrupting you, am I?" Lynette asked, hoping that she was so that that she could excuse herself and slink back to Jerry's pad to lick her injured pride. Unfortunately for her, she thought, he replied otherwise.
Matt Cabot smiled. "No, not at all. You're Lynette? Judy said you'd be dropping by this afternoon. To apply for a job," he said.
Lynette stepped inside the office. "That's right," she said. Her heart was pounding and she had a hard time believing that she was actually doing this.
"Well, I'm Matt Cabot, and I'm really happy that you came to apply. A lot of girls are too shy to even consider it." Cabot rose from the desk and extended his hand.
"Lynette ... Well, you know that. Lynette Powell."
"It's very nice to meet you." Cabot let his eyes go up and down the girl's body, from her feet, up her coffee-colored legs, up to the mild cleavage of her dress. Then he let his eyes linger on her pretty-face.
With difficulty he forced his thoughts back to work. "Well, I guess the first thing for you to do would be to fill out an application, but I can tell you this, if there's nothing too way out of line on your application, you're hired."
Lynette was taken aback. "Gee, that was the easiest job interview that I've ever had. I can hardly believe it!"
"It was the easiest choice I ever had, too, Lynette. Now just go ahead and fill out the application, and then I'll find out when you're ready to start work."
Lynette took the time to fill out the application, making sure that there was nothing calculated to make Cabot decided against his original decision.
It would all work out pretty well, she thought. It was amazing how at one stroke her problems had been solved.
Perhaps Jerry would let her stay a few more days, just long enough so that she could get her first paycheck and then get an apartment of her own. That would certainly help out a lot, if he was willing.
Heck, even if that wasn't okay with him, she'd figure out some other place to stay, just so she could keep her new job at the bookstore.
Damn, if necessary, she'd even resort to calling her mother for money, if it came down to that, and she hoped that it wouldn't. She hated bothering her mom about anything, and asking her for money would almost seem like an admission of failure.
There was only one thing bothering her still, and that was the job itself. She was still worried about wearing the skimpy little costume that she had seen on Judy in the bookstore. She kept forgetting that that was part of it.
Lynette looked up.
"Finished?" Cabot asked.
She nodded, smiling at him.
"Okay," he said, "Let me take a look at that."
She handed Matt Cabot the application and he skimmed it quickly, nodding his head and commenting on items that she had filled in.
"Looks great," he said on completing reading the form. "Now there's only one more little thing ... "
Lynette swallowed, watching where Cabot's eyes had migrated to.
"You mean ... "
Cabot nodded.
She knew what he had in mind, but to make sure that she had it crystal clear, he put it in words: "I'll need to see what you look like with your clothes off, Lynette. You know the skimpy costumes that the girls wear around here, I guess, since you saw Judy out there. I mean, I really hope you don't mind, but there's really no way around it for me. Besides, you'll be going topless every workday, so you might as well get used to it in a hurry."
"Uh, yes. I understand," Lynette said tentatively.
Lynette stood up from the chair in front of his desk. Again she felt like screaming and bolting from the office, running all the way back to Jerry's place. The atmosphere in the office was so crisp, and it took an effort of her will to even consider standing before the man and removing her clothes.
But somehow she did it.
She brought her fingers up to the buttons on the front of her blouse, and she undid the first one.
She was watching Matt Cabot watching her, watching her closely.
He was obviously enjoying this little show that she was putting on and, she thought, why shouldn't he? It was part of the job and, somehow, she had the feeling that he liked her.
Hey, he probably wouldn't have hired her if he hadn't, she thought, the only question was, how much did he like her. She guessed that that might depend on what he thought once she had her dress off.
And then she undid the second button on her dress.
Now a slim dark swathe of flesh was revealed between her breasts.
She was starting to get gooseflesh from her nervousness, but that didn't stop her from going on.
She didn't have a bra on, so that part was solved.
Matt Cabot was looking at her so intently, hardly taking his eyes off of Lynette for even a second. Hey, there was a lot to look at.
She was a beautiful young black woman, and he couldn't wait until she opened her dress wide, exposing her tits to his hungry gaze. Oh, sure, he a a lot of tits in the course of his daily occupation, but that didn't mean that he still wasn't riveted to that little babe.
Her eyes were a little hooded as she continued to unbutton her dress.
Curiously enough, now that she was into it, into the act of undressing for Cabot, Lynette wasn't quite so concerned about revealing her body to him.
Now that she had decided that she was going to do it, it dissipated the fear that she had been feeling.
For one thing, he seemed like a nice guy, the kind of guy that she would happily let her pick her up in different circumstances. And he certainly seemed to like her, that was another thing that she couldn't deny.
She had seen that from the moment that she had walked into the office. She had seen that look in his eyes that spelled approval or, even ... well, lust.
Now the last button on her dress was undone and
Lynette paused.
She was thinking that now she knew how real strippers felt when performing their occupation in front of lusting eyes. She could feel Matt Cabot's eyes on her. It wasn't like they weren't friendly eyes, because they were, but there was such a tenseness of expectation ...
She took a breath, steeling herself for what she was going to do.
Slowly she let her dress fall down from her creamy shoulders.
Cabot was hypnotized as he watched the dress slip slowly off of the girl and then slide all the way down.
She was beautiful, he thought, there was certainly no doubt about that.
Lynette, he had to admit, was lot better looking than most of the girls who came to work in the adult bookstore, and he didn't have the slightest doubt that she was going to be one hell of a hit with the customers of the store.
She stood there, proud, almost looking defiant, her breasts naked and beautiful and dark with the nipples angling toward the ceiling.
She was just about the most beautiful black girl that Cabot had ever seen, he had to admit.
Her nipples, Matt Cabot thought, were just fucking extraordinary.
They were big and dark and it took one hell of an effort of the will for him not to lurch right across the desk and clamp his mouth onto one of those gorgeous knockers. Tits like that were enough to drive a guy to extremes ...
It was a good thing that he wasn't that kind of guy ...
He found that, even if he was able to withhold himself from jumping across the desk and making a dive for that girl, he did have to get nearer to her.
He stood up and walked toward her, his eyes holding onto hers.
But her eyes weren't the only thing that he was looking at.
Man, oh man! That babe had such gorgeous big tits!
They were tits that were hard to describe they were so incredible.
They perked upward at a steep angle that a guy could contemplate for hours, if not months, and those big dark nipples couldn't help but fascinate Matt.
He came closer to Lynette, wanting to do a whole lot more than just look at her but somehow able to maintain at least a shred of his composure. Remember, he thought, you're doing this in a professional capacity, and so you have to maintain a certain degree of composure.
If only he could!
Yeah, he'd only known the girl for a few minutes, so he knew that he definitely had to play it cool with her. If things heated up with them later, then that was the way that it was, but he sure couldn't go showing his hand to her ... or his dick! ... quite yet!
He sensed that the girl had been quite shy when she had first walked through the door, and Cabot couldn't figure where that shyness had gone now that she had her dress opened wide for his inspection.
Now she seemed like she was enjoying showing him her naked breasts.
He knew that she couldn't possibly be enjoying it half so much as he was.
Yeah, he thought, she would be just perfect for the job ...
He was right next to her, now.
In the first place, Matt Cabot knew that he shouldn't be doing this. He knew that it was the first rule of an employer not to come onto your employees sexually, and it was a rule that Cabot chided himself about every time that he broke it with the girls he hired.
Cabot was next to her and Lynette wanted to make sure that he liked what he saw.
Teasing him, turning him on, she slid her hands underneath her beautiful tits.
Then Lynette hefted them upwards in the palms of her hands, lifting them for Cabot's minute examination.
"Are these what you had in mind, Mr. Cabot?" she asked him. "Are they big enough? Are they shapely enough?"
"Uh," he said, clearing his throat, "I would, uh, definitely say so. By the way, call me Matt," he said.
Now it was Cabot who seemed a little nervous about all of this. In addition to being nervous, he seemed to Lynette like he was turned-on as all fuck.
Standing there, he hadn't taken his eyes off of her breasts for a minute.
Once those dark nipples had come to view they had become the obsession of the hour, if not the whole year.
Lynette didn't even mind when, staring glassily at her, he reached out and placed his hand on her breast.-
She hadn't expected him to do it, but once his fingers were there, she didn't voice a complaint.
His fingers gently touched her big, dark nipple.
His fingers savored the softness and, paradoxically the firmness, and Lynette trembled at that touch.
MMMMmmmmmm ... It felt so good to have him touching her nipple that way, and now Cabot was so close and ... and....
Cabot was pressing close to her, his fingers touching her nipple.
He was fingering it like it was some exotic ripe fruit that he was examining prior to plucking.
Maybe in reality it wasn't so different than that.
He was lustfully, hungrily looking into her eyes when he said: "Yes, these are exactly what I had in mind. I mean, you're exactly what I had in mind ... "
His fingers touching her naked breast made her heart beat like a tom-tom and made her breathing quicken.
Lynette was already hot for him to go farther, but she didn't feel bold enough to initiate the action.
She knew she wanted to, sure, but if anything was going to happen, then Matt Cabot was going to be the one who started it.
Lynette, too, knew that she was getting off to one hell of a start with her boss.
But by that time there was no way that she could resist.
Already she could feel the juices in her pussy turning on.
The wetness in her snatch only made her want more from him, want so much more than just a job interview.
She had to admit that Matt Cabot was handsome in a kind of understated way, and he certainly had been nice enough to her.
She had already thought that under other circumstances he was just the sort of guy who she would have liked to have gotten to know better, much better, and now that he was touching her tit, somehow she figured that this might be just the opportunity.
By that time all thought of employer-employee relations had fled from Matt Cabot's mind.
Now all he knew was that he wanted that babe in the worst way ... and the best way, too ... and, even though his office wasn't the best place in the world to make a conquest, there was no way that either of them could resist.
Simultaneously their mouths pressed against each other, their tongues wrestling hot and wet together.
Matt was pulling Lynette closer and holding her.
Now all pretense of manager and employee was lost in the immediacy of their touch and their desire. All of those thoughts had fled in the wash of their need.
He was lost in the closeness of that beautiful black girl, grinding his mouth against hers in a long kiss that seemed like it was never going to end.
They clung together there in the office, lost in their desire.
They were both panting desperately, holding each other, and then Cabot pressed his mouth downward.
Suddenly he was closing his lips on one of the spikes of Lynette's tits.
She was responding to him, groaning and arching.
"UUuummmmmmm ... Oh, yesssss, oh, fucking yesssssss ... " she purred, wanting him to never stop.
She was arching her big, firm breast into his mouth, using her hand to press it harder.
Cabot was moaning, too, hungry for that big, gorgeous tit.
Cabot was running his tongue over that gigantic nipple, taking the tip of it between his lips and sucking, sucking hard and turning it into a hard spike.
His tongue was making the dark aureole dimple and shimmer in the office lights.
His hand gripped her other tit, his fingers gently rubbing the nipple and bringing the spike of that nipple into hardness.
His fingers pulled, swizzled the sensitive nipple.
By that time Lynette was completely out of control, knowing that she had to have more, more, fucking more!
Five
She couldn't hold back from going farther with Cabot.
As Cabot sucked her tit she reached down, letting her fingers go for his crotch.
God, how she needed him, but most especially she needed what she knew her fingers would find.
She knew that he would be hard even before her . fingers found the mound of his dick coiled within the tightness of his pants.
Suddenly she could feel the stiffened rod of Cabots dick right through the fabric of his tight pants.
And then her fingers were stroking, working on Cabot's cock with the intention of getting it even harder.
That sure as hell didn't take very long.
Now Cabot was doing some moaning of his own as she let her fingers shape and work his boner right through his pants.
If that chick had seemed shy when she had first walked through the door of his office, she sure didn't seem that way now! Now she was just as hot to trot as he was!
Lynette worked her fingers up and down the shaft of Matt Cabot's prick, feeling it harden even more under her touch.
She was loving the hardness of the thing in her fingers.
She was contemplating another place where that hardness would feel even better.
This didn't seem like a really great place to take advantage of that hard boner, she thought, but then something occurred to her.
She pulled away from Matt and slid to her knees.
She was worshipping him with her fingers all the way down.
She ran her fingers over his thighs, over the stiff bulge of his prick.
Then that lusty little black chick really went to work.
She kissed his cock through the fabric of his pants, purring and moaning as she did so. That was what she wanted! That was the thing that she fucking needed!
Cabot, for his part, was just fucking loving it. Now the chick was submitting to him, which was the way that he wanted it.
Lynette was definitely a lusty chick, and it looked like they were going to have one hell of a business-and pleasure-relationship if things kept up at this rate.
Cabot reached downward, sliding his fingers into her long black hair, clutching handfuls of the silkiness.
He began urging her face into his lap as he stood there.
Lynette certainly didn't have any objections to that. All she knew was that she wanted everything about Matt Cabot, that she wanted to submit to him, to his cock.
She teased his hardened cock with her lips, running them over the stiff, hard stick covered with the fabric of his pants.
She was paying extra attention to the tip of his dick, perfectly apparent through the cloth of his pants.
His prick was long and hard and it took a real effort not to just pull that bone out and go to work on it.
Though she had been teasing him, now Lynette couldn't hold back any longer.
Her fingers went to his belt, fumbling with it for a moment, and then when she had that undone she undid the clasp on his pants.
In a matter of moments she was pulling his pants down.
That was what she was in the mood for!
His cock was lurching forth from his underwear like an attacking cobra.
She stared at his pecker for a long moment, just looking lustfully at that one-eyed monster, and then she wrapped her fingers around it.
She supported his hard cock in her fingers, and then she started out low down on the thick, veiny stick.
She pressed her mouth to his cock and then started licking that shaft, taking all the time in the world with it.
Lynette was painting the veins with her tongue and working upward, upward toward the blunt head of it.
Slowly she began heading upwards with her goal being that purple torpedo head at the tip.
Matt Cabot reached downward, anxious to touch that babe's nakedness again. Who wouldn't have wanted to feast their fingers on those big tits of
Lynette's?
He slid his hands over the warm, firm mounds of her tits. He loved the silkiness, the heaviness of that broad's tits ...
Matt was loving the womanly heft of them, distorting those big nipples in his fingers while Lynette kept moving him closer and closer to Heaven with that tongue action on his dick.
Cabot wasn't the only one who was getting serviced.
Lynette was writing and moaning as he touched her nipples.
His agile fingers were shaping them, squeezing them.
Matt was turning the tips into stiff little dark bullets calculated to shoot right through his heart.
His fingers were sending pleasure straight through her, little jolts of electricity that shot right to her twat.
Lynette was involuntarily bucking her pussy as she ran her tongue up and down the shaft of Cabot's cock.
Lynette knew that he couldn't possible keep that hard sonofabitch like that up much longer before he was shooting his wad.
When she reached the head of his bone she closed her mouth over it.
She heard Cabot's response: "Uuuuunnnngggghhhhh!! , a little whimpering groan of pleasure.
Her hot, wet lips closed over Matt Cabot's prickhead and then he was really on a rocket ride into ecstasy.
He was bucking his ass as she serviced his cock.
He clung to her, pretending that he was fucking the sweetest pussy in the world.
As she ate him, taking him deep, he was sliding his hard cock in and out of her mouth again and again.
And now all Lynette knew or had to do was to suck his bone, to give him the best blowjob that he had ever had.
Her lips slid lustily up and down his prick, always returning to the head of his prick and letting it slide into the dark maw of her mouth again.
Lynette had her fingers around Mart's cock, and she frigged it, urging him closer and closer to his orgasm.
Now that was what Lynette wanted. She couldn't have said why, but at that moment all she wanted to have was his sizzling jizz bursting in gobbets across her tongue and to suck him, suck him, suck him.
She jerked that cock up and down with her fingers while her tongue and lips and teeth really did a number on him.
She took the head into her mouth, hearing Matt's little whimperings of pleasure as she closed her lips over him.
She was taking that righteous rod deep, taking him all the way in.
She clung to him and deep throated his prick, hearing the little squelching noises as he drove that thick sonofabitch all the way into the back of her throat.
She didn't know what it was that she liked so much about giving a guy head, she only knew that she did.
Once he had his cock in her mouth she was spiraling into an infinity of desire, lost in the sensation of taking him all the way in.
She knew nothing but that she wanted to be swallowing hot gouts of his sperm as it flushed from the end of his cock.
Lynette was cupping his hair balls in her fingers, gently milking them as Matt moved closer and closer to cumming.
Now he knew that there was no possibility of holding back.
He had entertained the thought of not letting himself cum, instead of taking Lynette on the desk, in the cunt, but now he knew that all of that was idle fantasy. It had gone too far, his need had gone way too far from him to be putting bounds on it.
Now he knew that he had to pour his jizz between those beautiful red, sucking lips. He had to spurt his jizz into her mouth until it dribbled forth from her lips.
Matt could feel his orgasm rising as Lynette worked him closer and closer, gasping air in, running her tongue all over the tip of his hard boner.
She teased her tongue around the flange-like edge of his prickhead, teasing it there where she knew it was so sensitive. That was calculated to light his fire!
If she hadn't have known it, his whimpering gasps of purest pleasure would have told her, anyway.
She painted the head of his cock with her tongue.
That lusty black babe wasn't pausing for a second.
She was letting her tongue dive into the little slit at the tip of his purple donghead, teasing and toying with it as she used her fingers to frig him closer to explosion.
She almost gobbled that bone as Cabot gripped her head.
He was holding her tight, thrusting his ass again and again.
Now he was completely out of control and the only thought he had was the need, the dying need to spill his burning seed into that hot black girl's lips.
He went into overdrive and she clung with him all the way.
He fucked her hard between the lips, driving that boner in and out of the scarlet sucking maw of her mouth.
He was loving the look of his hard, glistening rod as it was diving in and out of the pool of her mouth.
He was driving his prick between her lips as Lynette used everything she knew to bring him to completion. Now that was her need, her only need, to eat his seed.
She jerked on his cock while at the same time sucking him, sucking him hard. She knew that there was no way that he could hold out for very much longer ...
She urged him, jerking his cock hard, polishing the tip of his prick with her tongue.
She licked and sucked his prickhead until they both knew he was hovering right at the razor edge of his cum ...
. . .And then it was too late, far too late to hold back ...
Matt screamed out all of the bliss that burst forth, gargling out his cry as his cum flashed through him.
He kept on pounding his bone home as his body took fire with ecstasy.
The fire in his veins was making him gasp and tremble, but never letting him stop the thrusting of that hardened cock.
Matt cried and whimpered like he had been wounded.
He clung to that gorgeous little black babe as he splattered jism between her lips. Jizz dripped from the edges of Lynette's lips, and she kept on clinging to him.
Her mind was whited out with the pleasure of bringing him off, and she knelt beneath him, taking it all in, swallowing it all.
When he had spilled the last of his seed, she took her time, licking the dregs of his juices off of his glistening prickhead.
"Now, when was it you said that you could start, Lynette?" Matt asked, looking woozily at her.
* * *
When Lynette walked away from the adult bookstore she was feeling kind of disoriented, and it wasn't just from the fucking, either. Dammit, she had really let herself get carried away that time.
She walked down North Virginia street, heading toward the Reno Strip. It was a beautiful day, perfect for contemplation ... or, at least it would have been if every tenth car or so hadn't regaled her with wolf whistles and invitations.
Cabot had told her that she could start the following morning, and she had agreed that she would be there.
Now she wasn't so sure that it was such a great idea. It wasn't so much that she had sucked Cabot off, the real problem was that he was her employer, and she knew that that couldn't help but complicate things.
Jerry, after all, was only a friend, regardless if friends got pretty intimate these days.
Even if he would find out about what had happened, which was exceedingly unlikely, they didn't have any agreement not to fuck other people, and so that wasn't something that she needed to worry about.
She wouldn't be going out of her way to tell him about it, or anything like that, but at least it wasn't something that she had to hide.
But Matt ... Yeah, that sexy fucking Matt Cabot ...
The image of him kept coming back to her, swimming through her head as she walked down the street.
He was a good looking guy, all right, and there was one part of him that she considered especially good looking ... that big, hard stick of his.
She couldn't get that dick out of her mind, either. She kept seeing it in all of the possible combinations, in her cunt, between her breasts, in her mouth ...
Well, she thought, trying to banish those thoughts, she'd just have to go to work and see how it went.
Work! And part of her work consisted of parading around topless in front of all the horny guys that came into the store!
How in the fuck did she get herself into that kind of situation?
Six
When Lynette got back to Jerry's apartment it was obvious that he wasn't home yet. The day was hot and what had happened with Matt back at the bookstore had been even hotter and so, when Lynette got back, she knew what she wanted to do. Anything that would quell the heat.
She entered the apartment and even before she got to the bathroom she started stripping her clothes off. At the last moment she realized that she had left the front curtains on the apartment open, and she hurried to close them, glad that no one had been outside watching.
Quickly she finished unbuttoned her dress, remembering the chain of events that had led to her making love to Matt Cabot.
Well, of course the job did involve nudity, and so it was only natural that she would have to take her clothes off for a final approval. An audition, as it were.
What was crazy was the way that she had reacted to undressing before a friendly stranger, like that.
She really shouldn't have let herself get so carried away with her fantasizing about Matt, with the feeling of undressing, but in addition to that, with the feeling of undressing for a total stranger.
Maybe that was what had turned her on so much about stripping for Cabot.
Unknown territory.
A man who she knew almost not at all.
To feel that she could entice him with her body.
And to feel him respond, to see his eyes widen as she gradually took her clothes off.
There was no doubt that those things had really turned her on, turned her on in ways that she didn't even know that she could be turned-on.
All of those things probably had something to do with the way that she had almost instantly been attracted to him, the way that she had opened herself up to him in a way that she had never opened herself up to anyone before.
Lynette finished undoing the buttons on her dress and then let it slide down to the bathroom floor.
She stepped out of the garment, then retrieved it and lay it on top of the bathroom counter so that it wouldn't get wet.
Now she was dressed only in her panties.
She casually walked over to the bathtub, deciding that she would rather have a shower than a bath.
She pulled the curtain on the tub and then turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water until she got it just right.
Perfect. Maybe that would calm her down a little bit after all of the wildness she had been going through, things that she had certainly never had happen to her back at home.
She stepped away, eager to get into the shower. She stepped out of her panties, remembering again the feeling of Matt Cabot's eyes on her.
Jeez, maybe they weren't lying about the atmosphere here in Reno. She had only been in the town for two days and here she had fucked two different guys. And she didn't know either of them, really, still. Just the thought of it gave her the shivers. If her time in Reno had started off like this, what would it be like once she was acquainted with the town?
A little movement drew her attention and she turned around and looked into the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She let her eyes linger on the mirror, taking in the full sweep of her nudity.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the horniest black girl of all?" Lynette intoned, chuckling at her little joke. Well, it was the truth, wasn't it?
It wasn't a joke, considering the amount of sexy action she'd been getting lately.
She scrutinized her body in the mirror, understanding why Jerry and Matt had come on to her in the first place. Egotism aside, she had quite a body, she was willing to admit.
Now that she thought about it, had it been that way. Had they come on to her, or had she come on to them, she wondered? She supposed that it didn't really matter. Just so long as they all had cum, she added wryly.
Lynette gazed into the mirror, admiring her own body.
She was amused to find out that she got somewhat turned-on just looking at her own nudity. Was that normal to get turned-on looking at your own naked body? Well, that probably didn't matter, either.
The mirror made her feel oddly distant from her own body, as if she was looking at a stranger standing in front of her. In a way it was true. Even Lynette was surprised by the way things had been going lately.
Looking out from the silvered glass was a woman, a woman who Lynette had to admit was awfully sexy.
No, she wasn't a girl any more, and it had probably been the best thing that she had ever done in getting out of Cleveland, coming to Reno where she could indulge a few of the things that she had always wanted to.
like white guys.
She hadn't even really given any consideration to the fact that Matt was white, and maybe it was better that way.
Maybe the only thing she should think about a guy was whether he got her excited and one thing she had to admit, Matt certainly had. That guy had got her hot practically from the moment she had walked into his office.
Lynette continued to stare at the beautiful black woman reflected in front of her, the beautiful woman with those sizeable, big nippled breasts.
Some guys, she had heard, didn't like dark nipples, but she didn't recall ever getting any complaints.
She gently reached down and ruffled her pubic hair with her fingers.
She was letting those fingers graze into the already wet lips of her cunt, not going deep, just tickling the edges. Once you got started with that, it was like salted nuts. You had an awfully hard time stopping ...
Touching herself there made her cunt lips feel like they were radiating heat all through her lower body. She probably shouldn't go any farther, she thought ...
Just the gentle touch of her fingers made little twinges of pleasure go all the way through her, twinges of pleasure that it was awfully difficult to say no to.
Her eyes kept being drawn to her nipples, big and very, very dark.
They were just the thing to make her breasts look oh-so sexy and, as she stood there staring at her breasts she let her free hand wander upward more.
She didn't stop gently rubbing and teasing her pussylips, but she let one hand slide onto a naked tit.
She took that big, firm tit in her hands, lifting it. Her fingers slid over the silken flesh, caressing it, squeezing it.
She began gently distorting the nipple in her fingers.
MMMmmmmmmm! That felt so fucking good to touch herself like that!
Now she was teasing herself from both upper and lower quarters, but still trying to hold back from going all the way.
She cupped her breast in her fingers, not taking her eyes off of the beautiful black woman in the mirror.
She continued touching that nipple until it puckered all darkly.
It didn't take long before the tip of it got hard, spiking out from the larger disk of her aureole. Now the tip of it was really sensitive to her touch ...
Enough of that! she thought, letting her hands drop to her side.
She had planned on taking a shower and so why didn't she go ahead and get with it? This wasn't getting her anywhere, except, maybe, frustrated with desire. Once Jerry got home, if he was in the mood, he could tend to all of this frustration she was feeling.
She took a last, lingering look as she turned away from the mirror, glimpsing the firm, pert brown mounds of her ass and letting her eyes hold there for just a minute before she went about her business.
No, she reminded herself, she was going to take a shower ...
Lynette opened the shower curtain and then, stepping over the rim of the bathtub, she stepped in.
The temperature of the water was just right, and she couldn't hold back a little moan as she turned, letting the water splash over her, massaging her naked body.
She turned this way and that in the hot water, letting the spray of the shower finger her breasts, her back, her naked ass ... just like she would have liked some guy to have been touching her.
She picked up a cake of soap and then started to soap herself up.
Now she was loving the feeling of her own fingers on her nakedness.
She was proud of her body and it pleased her that men liked it, too.
Jeez, she thought, she found it awfully hard to stop thinking about Matt Cabot, about the way things had happened with him at the adult bookstore.
She wondered if that kind of encounter was common with him. After all, the business that he ran was dedicated to pleasure and any women that happened to come around must expect that it wasn't going to be a conservative kind of scene.
As she took her time soaping up the dark triangle of her pussy, Lynette couldn't stop thinking about Matt. Or, if she had been more honest about her desire, she couldn't stop thinking about his cock.
As she rubbed her pussy, letting the lather slide between her cunt lips she remembered how his prick had been once she had gotten it out of his pants.
In her mind's eye she could still see it, rising up from the tangled brown matt of his crotch.
Lynette couldn't help what she did next.
Her fingers went a little deeper into her pussy, gently frigging in and out of the delicate petals of her cunt.
She could feel the heat rising in her body and knew that she shouldn't have started fingering herself in the first place.
Now that she had there was no chance that she would be turning back.
She slid her fingers deeper, moaning as her fingers pressed wider the cloying folds of her cunt.
That felt so good!
Maybe not as good as it would have felt with a nice hard dick doing her down there, but good nonetheless!
Her pussy was twinging and she couldn't keep her ass-hole from clenching as she slid her fingers deeper into her pussy, beginning to move them faster.
She needed more, that much was obvious to Lynette. She needed a lot more than just looking at herself in the mirror.
The tub toy that she had noticed when she had first stepped in caught her eye. At first she dismissed the thought, but then she considered it again.
It was a bright yellow rubber duck toy, and just the thought of using that to the purpose that she had in mind brought a little smile to Lynette's lips.
Maybe that was why those things were so popular!
Lynette reached down, her body drenched and dripping, and she picked up the little rubber toy duck.
Yeah, she thought, she definitely had a use for that little toy ...
Lynette brought the rubber duck down to her twat, rubbing it into her cunt lips.
MMMmmmmmmm . ... The stiff bill of that little rubber duck slid into her labia perfectly, and Lynette couldn't keep from bringing that hard little bill into action.
She insinuated the hard head of that duck in the lips of her twat and then brought it into action.
And it was a perfect little dildo, the bill going deep while the head of the duck was perfectly positioned to give her clitoris one hell of a frictioning.
She moaned as she brought that little duck into play, letting that little artificial cock go into her cunt.
Just doing that was making Lynette woozy, not even counting the fingering of the hot spray on her nipples.
She was supporting herself on the chromium head of the shower while she started to friction the head of the duck in and out, loving the feeling of it.
Hey, maybe it wasn't quite as big as Matt's hardened dick, but it would certainly do in a pinch!
Lynette gently panted as she worked the rubber duck into her pussy, sliding it back and forth, going into overdrive and then backing off a little bit.
It was indeed perfectly shaped for working on her cunt with.
She pledged to herself that when she got an apartment one of those little yellow ducks was going to be one of her first acquisitions!
"UUmmmmmm ... Oh, fucking yesssssss ... " Lynette moaned, her whole body trembling as she slid that little artificial dildo home.
She couldn't hold back now, ramming herself in the cunt with the rubber duck.
She could feel that it wouldn't take too fucking long at that rate to bring herself off, and then she knew that she was going to go through with it.
She pretended to herself that it was Matt who was doing her.
It was so much smaller than his dick that she substituted the image of him kneeling below her, using his tongue on her.
Yeah, Matt was kneeling naked beneath her, twisting his tongue into the depths of her cunt, squirming it up and down the slash of her dripping cunt.
Lynette was madly panting as she drove that rubber duck into her cunt, pretending that it was Matt who was down there, worshipping her dripping black-haired cunt.
Lynette was rhythmically panting as she twisted that duck into her crotch.
She was thrusting the hard rubber bill of it hard into her pussy, rubbing it up and down her clitoris, turning it into the delicate petals of her twat.
Lynette kept that image of Matt doing her down below, his body pressed to her as he drove his tongue hard into her cunt, gripping her ass as he took her all the way home.
She panted and gasped out her bliss as the spray from the shower burst prismatically all over her, drenching her skin.
She clung to the showerhead with her free hand, drilling the hard nose of the rubber duck into her sensitive pussy.
Every time she thrust that toy home it felt like she was stoking a fire deep in her pussy, and the way it felt at that moment Lynette knew that it wouldn't take very many more plunges before the embers of that fire burst into flame.
Again, again, again Lynette shoved that toy into her pussy.
She was banging herself with the rubber duck, dreaming that it was Matt who was tending to her like that.
And then she knew that it was time to go all the way.
She gasped and trembled as she zeroed in on her clit with the stiff rubber bill of that rubber toy duck.
She was rubbing it fast, faster, fastest, and then Lynette's body could take it no longer, and she went over the edge into ecstasy.
She set off the little firing button of her cunt and suddenly she screamed as her whole body was set afire by her cum.
* * *
And then, without any warning, there was another pair of hands on her.
Lynette let out a squeak and then turned to see Jerry behind her.
He was completely naked, completely hard, and he was smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
Why shouldn't he have been smiling? He was obviously enjoying his work.
Having pushed the shower curtain aside without her hearing it, now Jerry's were wrapped around her body.
He pressed closer to her as he rubbed his fingers hard into her pussy, spreading her labia and sliding his fingers into the drenched cleft of her cunt.
Jerry cupped her cunt in his fingers, rubbing the dripping little mound.
"You know," he said, chuckling a little, "I've been wanting to get my hands on that little twat of yours all day long. It sure was a good thing that I caught you before you finished your shower ... "
For a brief moment Lynette wondered if Jerry had seen what she had been doing with the duck. That, she thought, would have been rather embarrassing!
Oh, well, not that it really mattered. Now all that mattered were those hands on her pussy and that hard cock thrusting out from between that dude's legs!
Jerry stepped into the tub with her and she pressed against him.
"MMmmmmmmmmm ... " she purred, "you know, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea to me, either ... "
She was wrapping her arms around him, pressing her mouth to his as he bucked his prick into her lap.
Jerry thrust his tongue into her mouth, reaching down and grappling Lynette's naked ass-cheeks in his fingers.
He shaped those drenched and dripping mounds of flesh in his fingers, feeling like they held some secret of womanliness that was perfectly designed to get him hot and get his dick on the rise.
Of course, her ass wasn't the only thing about Lynette that was perfectly designed.
Jerry reached up, relinquishing one ass-cheek for just a moment, and molded her tit in his fingers.
He stared down on that big, dripping mound of brown, at that oversized coffee can lid-sized nipple.
"Oooohhhhhh, Jerry ... " Lynette groaned lustily, her pussy going out of control and grinding against his cock.
She was pressing against him as the spray from the shower nozzle burst over them, rising in clouds of steam.
Jerry clung to that little babe, squeezing a single beautiful and naked tit, fingering her nipple while his other hand gripped the firm cheek of her ass.
They kissed again, grinding their bodies together, their tongues lashing.
They were sucking each other's tongues as Jerry let his fingers slide into the tight cleft of Lynette's ass.
He was moving his finger down to the tight little pucker of her ass-hole and working a finger in.
Lynette moaned, her cunt out of control as he fucked her shallowly up the rear with his outthrust finger.
That was all it took to really get that little babe going.
Seven
NOW she wanted it all from him, and she reached down and gripped his dick, happy with the heft of that big pecker in her fingers. Jerry was hard all right.
His dick was arching out from the dripping bush of his pubic hair and Lynette was touching, fondling that big, veiny staff as Jerry did a little moaning of his own.
Lynette arched into Jerry's drenched body, still not relinquishing his tod from her fingers.
She was squashing her tit into Jerry and he slid his mouth down and then went to work on that big dark nipple.
Jerry's erect cock was lurching in Lynette's fingers.
She knew what to do with that tool.
Jerry clung to her tit as she fingered his dick, running her fingers around the sensitive bottom edge of his prickhead and making that thing stand up even harder.
That was about the point where Lynette found she couldn't hold back for another second.
Jerry was surprised to find her pulling away from him, and then Lynette slid downward on his body, her fingers sampling his wet, dripping nakedness.
When she was kneeling underneath him her lips slid over Jerry's cock and he couldn't hold back the hiss of pleasure that escaped from his open lips.
She took the head of his cock in her mouth, then let Jerry press closer to her, feeding her the rest of that thick staff.
Lynette opened her mouth wider to accommodate that big rod, deep throating his pecker as Jerry slid his fingers through her drenched hair.
Now he was fucking her in the mouth, urging her mouth harder onto his cock with his hands wrapped around her head.
She licked and sucked that thick length of stake as the water from the shower exploded all over them. It was incredible!
Jerry was standing above her, loving the sensation of that babe sucking his rod, trembling as she brought him closer and closer to his ecstasy.
He thrust his prick in and out of her lips, plunging and then withdrawing, fucking her like those mobile lips and tongue were a tight little cunt.
He could hear Lynette purring and moaning as he fucked her in the mouth, and by that time Jerry was doing some moaning of his own
His cock sank into her mouth, flurrying it while Lynette gripped his ass-cheeks. She was driving her nails deep, putting a sharp edge on his bliss.
That mouth of Lynette's was soft as silk. Her tongue was flurrying all over the tip of his sensitive cock.
Lynette's mouth was so hot, so fucking wet that he could hardly hold himself back from creaming, from gushing forth his sperm between those sweet, sucking lips.
At the very last moment Jerry knew that he had to have more.
He pulled out his big glistening dick from Lynette's mouth, enjoying that look of loss as he relieved her of his boner.
No, Jerry wanted more.
"I want it in your pussy ... " he said. "C'mon and stand up ... "
Lynette was only too happy to oblige.
She hurriedly got to her feet and then clutched the showerhead as Jerry came up behind that water-glistening brown body of hers.
Just the look of that naked body of hers was enough to drive Jerry over the edge, but he held himself back.
Oh, he didn't stop staring, though. He couldn't take his eyes off of those beautiful, glistening brown ass-cheeks, and he couldn't keep his dick away from them, either.
Jerry came up behind her, nuzzling the head of his prick into the drenched, black-furred folds of her pussy.
He heard Lynette whimper as he kissed her in the cunthole with his prickhead.
Jerry was just running his prickhead up and down that tight little slash without actually diving deep.
Lynette wanted it bad! "Fuck me, Jerry! Give me your hard boner! Don't just play with me, baby! I want it deep! Give me your cock fucking deep!"
She couldn't have made it any more plain than that, could she have?
Jerry pressed closer, letting his hard rod slide into her.
Her twat clasped his prick and she started to move.
Jerry groaned as he felt the sweet grasp of her sex sleeve, and he piloted his bone into her, taking it all the way in while she rose up on her toes.
She slid her dripping ass downward, twisting it, jogging that big bone of Jerry's all the way into the depths of her pussy.
Jerry was in seventh heaven as he clung to that babe's dripping ass.
Jerry kept on piloting his bone right to her core, feeling like the tip of his pecker was on fire.
Water was splattering off of both of them, exploding over them as he rammed his hardened cock home again and again, bringing both of them closer to explosion.
Closer to the sweet explosion that seemed like they were skirting the edge of.
He was clinging to her as he rammed home his prick into her soft and round rump, making her whole body, especially those pretty tits lurch with each thrusting stroke that went into her.
He slammed his dick into her again and again, knowing nothing but the sweetness of the sensation, knowing nothing but that all he wanted to do was to fuck that lusty black babe forever.
Lynette was the one who lost control first. Suddenly she was crying out as she was jamming her cunt onto the stiff, up-thrust stake of his hard pecker.
She was shaking her ass and whimpering, her tits were lurching wildly, splattering droplets as he crammed his last hard strokes into that lusty little wench.
His hands were on her hips as he pumped into her, making that ass recoil every time he drove his dick home.
She pounded her pussy onto his dick, wailing out her bliss, and then suddenly Jerry was mixing his own ecstatic cries with hers.
He arched into her, his dick seeming like it went harder on the final strokes, and it felt like his juices gushed into her, gushed into her until they spurted from her twat and dripped down her already-dripping legs.
* * *
"Listen, Lynette," Jerry reassured her, "even though you won't know anybody at this party, I guarantee that you'll enjoy yourself a lot tonight. I mean, there's just no doubt about it. Leslie and Dwain put on great parties, and I'm sure they're going to love you."
Was Lynette crazy, or had Jerry put an extra emphasis on the word 'love'?
She thought there was something mysterious about the way that Jerry was acting, and Lynette couldn't even begin to figure out what was going on with him. Will, she thought, she'd find out soon enough ...
Jerry got out of the car, then opened the car door on her side for her. Lynette got out of the car, looking at the house they were parked in front of.
Lynette was still dreading a party where Jerry would be the only person she knew, but she had agreed to come along, so there wasn't very much she could about it now. They walked up to the house, following the flagstone path that led up to the porch.
Well, of course, she reminded herself, the only way that a person who was new in town was going to meet other folks was by circulating, so, here goes, she thought ...
As Lynette and Jerry approached the front door they could hear music coming from inside the tract house. It was rock 'n' roll of a modern variety, not the usual rap music that Lynette and her friends listened to, but that didn't matter.
"You'll be fine," Jerry said. "Everybody is going to love you ... " There he went again with that love bit!
Jerry gave her a kiss on her forehead to reassure Lynette, and then he pressed the doorbell, setting off chimes inside.
In a moment they were greeted by a small brunette girl, dressed in tight black pants and a black leotard without a bra underneath. That leotard made her tits as obvious as hell, thrusting out with the nipples clearly denned through the thin cloth, and Lynette had to admit that she sure had plenty to show off.
One thing about the party that Lynette noticed right off the bat, and that was that they sure weren't a conservative bunch.
"Hi, Les!" Jerry said, hugging her with perhaps a bit more intensity and warmth than Lynette was prepared for.
"Jerry! Glad you could make it, and ... " The girl that he had called 'Les, now turned toward Lynette.
"This is Lynette. Lynette, this is Leslie. She and her husband are hosting the party. Lynette's new in Reno, and I figured she might enjoy this little frolic."
"Great! You bet she will, Jerry! C'mon right in! Let me get you both a drink! What are you having."
"Beer for me ... " Jerry said. "Gin and tonic?" Lynette asked. "Just a second ... "
Leslie took off toward the kitchen and Lynette and Jerry had an opportunity to observe the party, going full blast in the living room with a few people spilling into the hall they were standing in.
The house looked like it was full of partygoers, most of them walking around with drinks in their hands or standing in clusters and chatting. Some of them were doing a little more than just chatting, though. Although the party hadn't really gotten going, it was obvious that there were a certain percentage of the attendees that had.
There were a few people sitting on couches, and it took Lynette a moment to grasp the situation before her.
For one thing, the people were dressed sexier than she was used to at the parties she had been at. Part of that could be because it was a slightly older crowd than she was used to, but Lynette didn't think that that accounted for all of it.
Most of the girls were wearing either sexy halter tops or bras and shorts, while the guys were going casual, most of them in comfortable clothing that looked like it could be taken off quickly. One girl she noticed had on a transparent top that made the firm, uplifted tits and big nipples underneath quite apparent.
Lynette's eyes followed her, staring at those tits, but somehow she managed to pull her attention back to Jerry.
Lynette felt quite overdressed in that crowd, and wished that she had asked Jerry a little more precisely what she should have worn.
And it wasn't just the way that they were dressed, either. It was the way that they were acting.
Two girls and a guy on the couch, making free and easy, were the first ones that Lynette's eyes went to. Lynette hadn't noticed the threesome immediately, but now that she was paying attention, she was almost shocked.
Almost, but not quite. Lynette wasn't quite that much of a prude, in fact the only thing about what they were doing that made her uncomfortable was that they were doing it in public, not seeming to care who saw.
She saw that the guy had his hand down one girl's pants while he kissed her, and the girl sitting next to him, rather than feel left out, had her hand down his pants!
No, there wasn't anything in the way of body parts exposed, but those three were really getting into it, anyway!
Looking around, Lynette found that there was plenty to see.
Another couple nearby were standing next to the wall and the guy, a young, blonde collegiate looking guy had his hands up the front of the other girl's blouse.
She was pinned against the wall, but you wouldn't have heard her complaining. That lusty dude was squeezing and caressing her tits, occasionally dipping his mouth to her neck and kissing her.
"Gee, Jerry," Lynette said, "they sure take their partying serious here in Reno ... "
"You bet they do," Jerry said, joining the fun by putting his hand on Lynette's ass and giving it a firm squeeze. "We let it all hang out at the club. Don't let anyone ever tell you that the Reno Swinger's Invitational doesn't know how to party down ... "
"What?" Lynette asked, doing a double take. "Did you say 'Swinger's'? " She wasn't sure that she had heard Jerry right.
Jerry looked at her. "Yeah, Lynette. I would have figured that you would have spotted that right off the bat. This is a swinger's club, and a pretty exclusive one, too. I hope you don't mind that I neglected to mention that fact."
"But ... " she paused for a long second, letting the import of what he had said sink into her mind, "why didn't you tell me? I mean, I might not have ... "
Jerry quirked a smile. "C'mon, Lynette. That's exactly the point, don't you get it? You might not have come along if you had known where you were going, and that would have been a real shame.
"You were talking about how you were shy to attend a party without anyone that you knew, and I figured that if you knew that it was a swinger's club, then you'd be even less-likely to want to come along with me tonight. But, dig it: now you're here, and you don't have any choice but to have fun."
There was a certain irrefutable logic in what Jerry said.
If she had known what kind of a party she was going to, she probably wouldn't have come along. But now that she was here with only Jerry to drive her back, she didn't have much choice in the matter.
Leslie came back from the kitchen, carrying drinks for Jerry and Lynette. They took them, with Jerry exchanging a somewhat passionate kiss with
Leslie.
Strangely, or perhaps not so strangely, once Leslie had pulled away from that kiss, she couldn't seem to keep her eyes off of Lynette. At least Lynette thought it was strange.
For one thing, she didn't think that she was dressed at all appropriately for the party. The dress she was wearing was just a simple shift gathered at one hip, without a doubt the most conservative clothes at the party.
Well, naturally she was dressed conservatively! Aside from the fact that she didn't have a whole lot of clothing to choose from ... yet ... Jerry hadn't told what the party was about. She had assumed it would be a simple beer bash, and it had turned out to be one hell of a lot more than that.
She found herself unable to blame Jerry. He was simply trying to help, to introduce her to new people and to get her to come out of her shell a little.
Her shell? Thinking back on the way that she had gotten it on with Matt Cabot on such short notice, it didn't seem like that shell was too thick ...
Still, maybe the party wouldn't turn out to be bad, after all. All it took was a few sips before the booze was having its effects on Lynette. She wasn't much of a drinker.
As Leslie stood there chatting in a friendly manner with Jerry, her eyes frequently going to Lynette, some of the possibilities of the situation seemed to open to the young black girl.
Yeah, she thought, maybe this would be an atmosphere where she could meet people and have some fun ...
"Hey, Lynette, is that you?" someone called out. Lynette turned and she knew that she knew the girl standing there, but, for the life of her, she couldn't put her finger on who she was.
"Judy? Remember me from the bookstore? C'mon, you don't forget that quickly, do you?"
Then it dawned on her. "Oh, hi, Judy! Things have been moving so fast that I was a little confused there for a moment," Lynette said, appreciating the friendly smile of the girl approaching. Now she remembered.
"Enjoying the party?" Judy asked.
Lynette's eyes wandered up and down her, taking the girl in, although perhaps less so than when she had looked at her topless earlier in the adult bookstore.
Man, she thought, that Judy was really decked out!
She didn't do things halfway, that was for certain. Judy had on a stunning mini-miniskirt fashioned of glistening black leather and a little black leather halter top that her tits were practically spilling out of. And there was plenty of tit to spill out, too!
The combination was certainly attractive, and Lynette couldn't help from thinking about what the girl had looked like when she had seen her in the bookstore, sans that leather top.
The tits that were only partially hiding inside of that top were certainly no mystery to her and probably to a good percentage of the guys in town, too.
"Hey, Jerry! Is that you over there?" came a voice and Lynette had yet another surprise in store. Suddenly Matt, the manager of the adult bookstore, was approaching, smiling, with drink in hand.
"Jeez, Jerry, I didn't know you knew Lynette! I just hired her to work in the store earlier today."
Matt shook Jerry's hand, but his eyes were on Lynette all the while. Lynette could practically see him replaying the hot encounter they had had in his mind.
"You know, Lynette, I really didn't expect to see you here tonight," Matt said. "You had said that you were new in town, but obviously you make friends fast ... "
"You know Matt?" Lynette asked.
Jerry smiled. "Well, sure. He's where I heard about the job being open at the store. I didn't want to mention that we were friends because I wasn't sure if that wouldn't make you feel more uncomfortable. It all worked out fine, anyway, didn't it?"
"Well, I guess it did ... "
If that wasn't the understatement of the century! Suddenly Lynette remembered just how that job interview had gone, blowjob and all!
Jeez Louise, she sure hoped that Jerry and Matt weren't the kind of friends who liked to tell each other stories about their sexual conquests.
Maybe Jerry wouldn't have a problem with her putting the make on Matt the first day that she had met him, and in his office, yet, but she would have preferred if Matt would have kept that little interlude to himself.
Even if Jerry was into swinging, there was something about boffing your new employer ten minutes after you met him that made Lynette want to keep it totally quiet.
Leslie answered the doorbell again and then they were joined by another woman who seemed to be a friend of all of them. She was a statuesque broad with piled brunette hair with champagne highlighting.
"Kathryn," Judy said, "you remember the chick I was telling you about?"
"The girl that Matt hired for the dayshift."
"Right."
This is Lynette?" she asked, turning toward the black girl.
"Sure is. Pretty tough competition, wouldn't you say? She's going to be be one who gets all the tips at the store from now on, and somehow I have the feeling we're going to be seeing a lot less of some of our regulars."
Kathryn nodded, looking at Lynette and nodding with approval.
Yeah, she thought, she had to agree that the young black girl was definitely a fox and, even though the dress she was wearing wasn't very revealing, she could tell that that chick packed quite a set of tits on her, too.
Kathryn wasn't really jealous and she definitely wasn't worried about losing any regular customers on her shift. Judy had been joking about that.
Kathryn did have to admit that she liked the looks of the girl, just the way that Judy had told her that she would.
Actually, liked was an understatement. The chick was a fucking knockout! Definitely one of the nicest looking chicks ever to come to the Swinger's club!
Lynette looked at Kathryn, taking another sip of her drink and wondering what she was thinking. She, in turn, was liking what she was seeing.
Kathryn was wearing a silk blouse with a very flimsy bra underneath and it didn't leave a hell of a lot to the imagination about her big tits.
Well, Lynette thought, she supposed that it wasn't supposed to.
She found her eyes going back to Kathryn's breasts again and again and hoped that the other girl wasn't noticing. Somehow she thought she was. Kathryn had a permanent little smile of amusement.
"Listen," Kathryn said, threading her arm in
Lynette's, "there's really only a few things that you need to know about the job at the bookstore. And the first one is to watch out for that horny manager of ours ... "
Matt sputtered, choking on his beer as Kathryn and Leslie and Lynette walked down the hall, laughing.
The three women walked down the hallway, occasionally pausing while Leslie or Kathryn introduced Lynette to someone who she hadn't met before. Each person she met seemed to react in a friendly way, and Lynette was already feeling a lot more at home with the group.
It crossed Lynette's mind that this was the kind of party that she liked A really friendly atmosphere and, even though perhaps the drink might have something to do with her feeling more mellow, she had to admit that she was glad that she had come to the party.
And then ... And then there was Matt ...
She had been thinking about Matt all day. even when she had been fucking Jerry at the apartment, and now she realized that the party might provide another opportunity for them to ... well, get close.
Hmmmmmmm ... Maybe-maybe later there would be an opportunity so they could talk a little.
She didn't know if Matt was hoping on a replay of the scene that had happened with him earlier that day, but Lynette certainly was hoping that he was.
She still didn't feel real comfortable about the idea of Jerry knowing what was going on, but it occurred to her that perhaps a couple more drinks might solve that problem, too.
Damn, yes! He had been just too good of a fuck to leave at once.
Jerry might not approve if Matt became a serious rival but, on the other hand, since he had brought her to the swinger's party, maybe he wouldn't mind after all.
The three women wandered down another hallway that was less packed with people and then paused in front of the door into, Lynette presumed, a bedroom. At that point she hadn't realized that they were planning on entering.
They stood there chatting for awhile about Jerry, about Matt, about the bookstore as Lynette watched three people wander past her, going through a door at the end.
"That's the family room," Leslie said, anticipating her question. It's the biggest room in the house and we use it for an orgy room when we throw parties. On the other hand ... "
Leslie fished into her bra and pulled out a key. She unlocked the door they were standing in front of.
"C'mon in ... " she said. "You know how it is. Sometimes you're not really in the mood for an orgy at this kind of a bash, so I keep my bedroom door locked."
Eight
After the girls were inside she locked the door behind her so that other people wouldn't be drifting in looking for fun. She was planning fun, all right, but it was going to be private fun this time.
Lynette wasn't quite sure what Leslie was getting at with the lock and everything, but suddenly things became a whole lot more clear to her. They hadn't drawn her away from the party just for girl talk.
Leslie slid her hand onto Lynette's ass and she squeezed one of her ass-cheeks, shaping it in her fingers.
Lynette didn't know what to do when she felt the hand of that other woman on her. Her first inclination was to protest, but when she thought that over, that didn't seem like the thing to do, either.
She couldn't help from tensing, even against what she wanted. She didn't want to give the girl a signal that she didn't want her touching her like that.
Now there was no doubt whatsoever what the other two girls had in mind.
Lynette trembled as the other girl's fingers worked over her ass.
For the moment conversation was suspended, and, in the case of Lynette, suspended in the midst of almost a gasp of surprise ... or was it pleasure? But she didn't object, that was what she definitely didn't do.
Yeah, she thought, why not get a little reckless and have some fun for a change? After all, this wasn't fucking Cleveland anymore, and her mother and stepfather weren't around to tell her what to do and what not to do.
She could do anything she wanted and, while she still wasn't sure that making love to these two women was what she wanted to do, at the same time she wasn't sure that it wasn't.
It wasn't like the thought hadn't crossed her mind, after all. Both of the girls were attractive, more than attractive. There was no doubt about that, and ... Finally she had to admit to herself that she was attracted to the other two girls.
"Hey, Leslie," Kathryn said, "do you still have those, uh ... "
"Oh, yeah," Leslie said. "In the bottom drawer of my dresser."
"Oh, yeah. Right ... " Kathryn replied, walking over to a dresser standing in one corner of the room.
Throughout the interchange Leslie hadn't taken her hand off of Lynette's ass.
All it took was the touch of that woman's gentle fingers on her butt to get Lynette turned on, and she could feel her pussy juicing-up already.
That wasn't supposed to happen! she told herself. Then she amended herself. Shit, maybe it was!
Kathryn opened the bottom drawer of the dresser and reached in, rummaging around in the drawer. Looking like the cat that ate the canary, Kathryn turned toward Lynette, holding something in each hand.
They were cocks, only that was just about the understatement of the year.
They were massive cocks made of white plastic, fashioned right down to the artificial veins that crawled across their surface and the slit at the tip of the big, bulbous prickhead.
Those dildos looked exactly like a guy's prick, only a bigger guy than Lynette had ever had the pleasure to see ...
. . .Or fuck!
Lynette didn't even notice when Leslie's fingers slipped off her ass. It was only when Leslie started to undress that Lynette noticed, and how!
All it took was a simple snap and then Leslie's top was coming off.
Lynette stared, carried away by the flow of the drinks, not to mention the flow of the liquor.
She couldn't help but stare when those big knockers spilled forth.
Leslie, she had to admit, was really built, with big brownish nipples that gripped Lynette's eyes and held.
The tips of Leslie's nipples were hard, jutting forth from the dimpled dark disks surrounding them.
"Do you like my tits?" Leslie asked, having noticed that Lynette was watching her.
"Well, I, uh ... " Sure she did, but Lynette had a hard time explaining that to Leslie! She didn't know why that was, but it was!
Well, if the black girl was getting off" on her tits, then she'd really show them to her!
Leslie slid her hands underneath those massive mammaries and then hefted them, to Lynette's increasing delight.
The girl was still staring as Lynette jiggled them in her palms.
Kathryn reached out and took Lynette's hand, and then led her to the bed. Lynette didn't object.
The drink had worked wonders in relaxing her and now she felt strangely calm, as if she was being led into the vortex of a whirlpool of passion.
Things were so much different now ... She could do anything she wanted ... She could do anything that she could imagine ...
And, after laying those two big plastic cocks on the bed, Kathryn proceeded to strip Lynette naked.
Leslie was now standing naked watching as Kathryn's fingers crept along the top of Lynette's dress.
She was gazing lustily on, opening the buttons on Lynette's dress one by one, revealing a dark sward of flesh where the fabric opened.
She could hardly wait to get a look at the big brown knockers hidden underneath that thin layer of fabric.
Kathryn purred as she spread the fabric of Lynette's dress apart.
Lynette's tits were naked underneath, as she preferred to go, and those big, naked mounds of Lynette's breasts were simply too tempting for Kathryn' to pass up. They would have been too tempting for anyone short of a corpse to pass up, actually.
Kathryn murmured lustily as she ignored Leslie and pressed her face between Lynette's big knockers.
They were warm and lush mounds of firm flesh that a girl could lose herself in.
Kathryn went after the big mounds of Lynette's tits, forgetting all else, losing herself in those fabulous mocha-colored tits.
What Kathryn was doing quickly made Lynette forget everything, too.
Kathryn started licking on of Lynette's firm, naked breasts, zeroing in on one of those incredible nipples.
She closed her lips on one of the dark, up-thrust spikes and then she was whimpering lustily.
Suddenly Kathryn was grinding her pussy against the other girl's leg and sucking that tit-spike to beat the band.
And Lynette was doing some whimpering of her own!
By that time she had forgotten that Leslie was standing there.
It was easy to forget everything under the onslaught of Kathryn's lips and tongue on her tit, and now all she could do was cry out her pleasure and clutch the other woman close. Her lips and tongue on her tit seemed to set fire to her body, to set fire to her crotch.
Now she had forgotten completely the argument she had been having with herself about whether she should get involved with those two babes.
Fuck, yes! She was involved! She was involved big time!
They only paused to get out of their clothes in a hurry.
Leslie was already naked and she quickly dragged Lynette's dress and panties off of her, and then she was staring between those long brown legs at that heart of darkness.
Lynette's cunt was looming and wide.
That little pussy was frizzed with black hair and the salmon colored lips were dewy with her desire.
As Kathryn dragged her top off Leslie couldn't resist Lynette's luscious pussy, so open and inviting.
Leslie knelt beside the bed and then she used her mouth on Lynette's cunt.
Oh, sure, Lynette had had her pussy eaten plenty of times by guys from the neighborhood back in Cleveland, but this time it was different! Much different!
This time it was a broad who, was tending to her cunt with her mouth, and it just so happened that it was a broad who knew exactly what she was doing, too! Lynette was soon to discover that a woman knew how to eat pussy just right, eat it to drive you out of control.
Leslie went right for that little twat, not hesitating for a second.
The dildos were put aside for the moment, lying on the bed, while Leslie dipped her face to that black furred-little pussy of Lynette's. She was hungry, mad for that little dark-furred pussy of Lynette's.
She used her fingers, delicately spreading the girl's dark labia, opening up the glistening interior to her gaze.
The interior of her cunt was all corrugated with delicate flesh, pink and shining like mother of pearl in the dim light of the bedroom.
She was already wet down there, all of her doubts and fears about letting herself be swept into that torrent of desire gone.
And then Leslie was plunging her mouth to Lynette's cunt, taking in all of that taste and mind-maddening scent.
She started lustily driving her tongue between those cloying pink lips and sending that little vixen Lynette somewhere she had never, never been before.
Leslie used her hands to widen Lynette's creamy thighs, and then she plunged into that wet pussy as Lynette let forth with a spiraling cry of pleasure.
"Uuuunnnnnggggghhh! Eat me! Fucking yesssss! Eat me hard!" she cried out.
Then it was perfectly apparent to both Leslie and Kathryn that whatever misgivings the girl might have had about sex with other women was long vanished.
Leslie was driving her tongue into the young black girl's snatch, the incredible scent sending her into raptures of pleasure.
She was swirling that tongue and lapping at her dewy slit.
Leslie clung to that savory snatch of Lynette's, sucking Lynette's clit, spanking it with her tongue.
She was zeroing in on that little glittering pink bud and giving it a real scouring.
To Lynette it felt like Leslie's tongue made some kind of an electric connection, and when she started to work that tongue ... Whew!
That probing, twisting tongue set off a current straight to her brain.
It told her that she sure as fuck couldn't hold out for very long at that rate!
Lynette gasped as the other girl went to work on her clit.
She was licking and sucking that dripping little bud, sucking it hard.
Lynette was gasping, thrusting her pussy like she was fucking air as Leslie clung to her.
Now she had her naked brown ass in the grip of her long-nailed fingers and she was squeezing and driving those nails in as she drove her tongue in her cunt.
Kathryn did something that Lynette hadn't expected.
Now she was standing there naked, with her own massive tits on display, but she knew that she wanted more than just the benefit of Lynette's eyes on her.
She climbed onto the bed and then she swung around, bringing her large but shapely ass into view.
Lynette was staring up at her from where she lay.
She had a perfect ant's eye view of that babe's luscious ass and, not to mention, the hairy furrow of her cunt and the tight little pucker of her ass-hole.
And then Kathryn scooted closer to her, bringing her hairy little crack down to Lynette's waiting mouth.
Lynette took in the sexy, musky smell of that other babe's juiced-up pussy.
This was sure turning out to be an eventful week, all right!
And then Kathryn descended on her, bringing that twat down to her mouth.
Lynette reached up and gripped Kathryn's on sizeable ass as she pressed her mouth to her hairy mound.
Lynette hadn't had any choice in the matter, but if she had, it would have turned out the same way.
Now Lynette was going for Kathryn's cunt with her tongue and teeth.
She was licking and sucking the delicious petals of her pussy while she jabbed her tongue between them.
And Kathryn was fucking out of control!
She started dragging that wet, pungent twat-slash up and down on Lynette's mouth and nose, intoxicating her with her perfume as she worked herself up.
It was Lynette's first time for eating cunt, but you never would have known it.
She knew well enough what it took to bring a babe off and she put all of her own experience into action.
She was driving her tongue into Kathryn's cunt and going to town with it.
Leslie had been using her tongue on Lynette, bringing the little black broad closer and closer to her own ecstasy while she, in turn, ate out Kathryn.
But when her fingers encountered one of those big plastic puds lying there on the bed, that was when she knew that she could do a whole hell of a lot better job.
There was no comparing one of those massive wangs with the far smaller and softer member of her tongue.
Lynette hefted one massive white whang in her hand.
She was loving the feel of that big, hard thing, loving contemplating how Lynette was going to react to it once she had it plunged into her pussy.
Yeah, she thought, that big bone was definitely going to do the trick.
She leaned forward, looking into the spread lips of Lynette's cunt like she was looking into a magic wishing pool.
And then she brought that big white dildo closer.
She lifted and then pressed the head of the white dildo into Lynette's cunt, but only barely in.
No, there was no hurry on this, and she knew that if she let Lynette want it, the payoff was going to be even better once she had sunk that big bone into her.
She gently ran the head of that big dildo up and down in the juiced-up lips of Lynette's cunthole.
She was paying extra attention to make sure that she tended to her clit with the rounded plastic head.
She could hear Lynette moaning out all of the mad passion that was rushing through her.
Those cries were muffled by the hairy little furrow of Kathryn's twat, and she also couldn't miss the way that that little black babe was bucking her pussy, trying to drive that dildo deeper.
Even though Lynette wanted that big boner inside of her pussy, she wasn't slighting Kathryn as the other girl knelt in front of her.
Kathryn was dragging her dripping cunt up and down Lynette's mouth and the other girl was twisting her mouth and teeth in.
She was going for the finish line, madly thrusting her tongue into the other girl.
Lynette was giving Kathryn's clit a real fucking workout, pausing to lick and suck it, and that was really setting Kathryn off!
When Lynette thought she had Kathryn right on the edge she made sure to back off.
There was no point in taking her over the edge right away!
Lynette was clinging to that girlish ass, lustily dragging her tongue up and down the slash of Kathryn's cunt.
She was sucking her clit, sucking it hard while Leslie kept up her end of the action.
She held onto that big white bone with both hands and thrust the plastic pecker into Lynette's cunt.
She was rewarded by the mad gasps coming from the black girl, gasps that told her to keep it coming ... and cumming!
Leslie was working up a sweat fucking Lynette's pussy with that big plastic prick.
She kept on slamming that boner into the dark folds of Lynette's twat, loving the way that righteous rod came up all glistening with Lynette's cunt-juices.
And Lynette knew that she sure as fuck couldn't hold out much longer!
She could hear Kathryn's own tormented cries as she spanked the tip of her clit with her tongue, and in some strange way she knew that she and Kathryn were going to cum at the same time.
Leslie kept slamming, slogging that big surrogate bone into Lynette, and now she knew there was no way that she could hold back.
It felt like there was a little spark that was eating her deep inside, eating her the same way that she was eating Kathryn.
There was no doubt that every stroke of that dildo that Leslie slammed into her seemed to make that spark grow!
Lynette approached her cum, coaxing the other girl to explode, too.
She gripped her ass hard and plunged, plunged, plunged that tongue while the other girl waggled her pussy-slash up and down, grinding it into Lynette's mouth.
Leslie didn't pause for a moment.
She knew what she had to do.
Leslie just kept thrusting that dildo in, hearing it squelch with the buildup for juices in Lynette's twat.
And with every stroke of that big, veinous slab of white plastic, each plunging thrust, Lynette's orgasm built.
Leslie slammed that hard prick into Lynette, rewarded by the cries that were coming from the young black girl.
She was drilling her, drilling her fast and hard and deep as both she and Kathryn built toward their cums.
And then it was fireworks time! It was the Fourth of July and Lynette and Kathryn came simultaneously, pussies bucking and thrusting to get all of the sensation that they could take.
Leslie kept on driving that dick into Lynette's cunt even after her cum had subsided.
She just kept on piloting that pecker all the way to the core of the broad, letting her whimpers dissipate.
Lynette wasn't through, though. Partially out of gratitude, but more after lust, she went after Leslie.
Kathryn slipped off and Lynette's face was wet with the other girl's cunt-juices.
Lynette sat up and then slid that dildo out of her own pussy, drawing it up all glistening with her juices.
Leslie figured she knew what she had in mind and lay back on the bed, looking up at the beautiful naked black girl.
Lynette was thinking in exactly the same direction.
She slid down between Leslie's legs and then she let just the tip of that massive rod kiss Leslie between the legs.
Lynette stared down on the dewy pink of Leslie's cunt lips, and then she reached down with her free hand.
The rod was already lubed, so that wasn't going to pose a problem, even if Leslie hadn't already been dripping wet inside that sweet little brunette cunt.
Lynette spread her cunt lips, peeling the delicate pink lips wide to expose the interior ...
. . .And then she drove the dildo in.
Leslie let out a long, impassioned cry as that big mother-fucker of a whang forced itself into her cunt corridor.
Kathryn leaned over, angling one of her big tits into Leslie's face, and the other woman took a pearly pink nipple between her lips while Lynette brought that dildo into action.
Leslie ran her tongue all over Kathryn's big, pendulous tit, making it glisten, while Lynette brought that big plastic dick into motion, satisfied with the squelching sound as it slid through Leslie's cunt-juice-lubed pussywalls.
And then Kathryn knew that she had to have more.
She slid around on the bed and angled her ass into Leslie's face.
The other girl reached out to grip Kathryn's buns, pulling those big, shapely mounds closer, and then she began to tongue the babe.
She ran her tongue over the big mounds of Kathryn's ass-cheeks while she responded with little cries and whimpers of pleasure.
Her pussy was bucking involuntarily as Leslie tongued her and went lower.
Now Leslie was running her tongue up and down in the cleft of Kathryn's ass, steadily heading downward to the puckered target below, heading for where the real action was.
While Leslie used her tongue on Kathryn, Lynette was making like a pro with the dildo.
She was sliding it deep, sliding it hard, letting it go all the way to the end of Leslie's cunt.
She was frictioning Leslie's cuntwalls until they felt like they were going to catch fire, and still she kept probing and twisting that whang into her.
Leslie in turn gripped Kathryn's ass and ran strokes of her tongue over Kathryn's thighs, holding off for the real payoff.
Kathryn's thighs were trembling and she was letting out an almost continuous whimper of passion.
And then Leslie went for the real gusto.
Kathryn wasn't even expecting it when Leslie thrust her tongue into her ass.
Leslie was drilling her tongue into the tight pucker of Kathryn's ass-hole as Lynette let loose with that dildo, really fucking her up the cunthole.
Leslie was plunging and twisting her tongue, setting off a whole barrage of deep, delicious sensation in Kathryn.
She was pretty fucking out of control, herself!
Lynette was slogging that bone deep into her, and she could feel her own orgasm building and building!
Kathryn had to have more. She was whimpering blissfully as Leslie fucked her up the rear with her tongue.
She was pinching her nipples, pinching her nipples hard as Leslie ate her ass-hole, probing and twisting her tongue inward.
Leslie was drilled good and hard and deep, Lynette clinging to her, staring upward at her lurching breasts as she drove stroke after stroke of that dildo into the other girl's sweet, squelching hole.
But Kathryn couldn't hold back!
The sensation of Leslie licking her ass-hole while she pinched her nipples was just too much and, not even feeling her cum creeping up on her, she went over the edge!
There was no doubt what was happening when Kathryn let out a spiraling cry of mingled pain and pleasure.
She bucked her ass and cunt into Leslie's face as the other girl approached her own cum.
Kathryn knelt above her, thrusting her ass in and out, finally rolling off of Leslie.
She had something in store for Lynette.
Kathryn slid down behind Leslie and the other girl rolled on her side, not even slowing the stroking that Lynette was giving her.
Lynette might have slowed a little, but she was still maintaining a continuous stroking, piloting that big down all the way into the other girl as Leslie turned her attention's to Lynette's tits.
She started fingering and molding Lynette's tits as she felt the head of another dildo.
Kathryn was behind her and that other dildo was probing at her ass!
Kathryn started to press that big boner into Leslie's ass.
And Leslie was doing all she could to take it, too.
She was relaxing her ass-hole, but unable to let out a little cry as Kathryn insistently bucked that big plastic bone into her ass-hole.
So far that fucker hadn't gone in more than an inch, and Leslie wasn't too sure that it was going to!
Leslie looked down at that pecker at her cunt lips, sliding so sweetly in and out, coming out all glistening from her cunt-juices, and that was all it took to let that other big rod pass.
Kathryn pressed it deeper, and then Leslie's ass was on fire!
Once she had gained a little headway with that pecker-head, she kept on working it into Leslie's buns, pressing it into the tight pucker.
Now both of those plastic peckers were flowing smoothly inward, going deep into Leslie, taking her from both sides!
Lynette was pressing that prick inward, twisting and turning it until Leslie thought her pussy and ass were going to catch fire! It hurt but, baby, it hurt so good!
Kathryn kept on plunging, negotiating that boner up the tight passage of Leslie's ass.
Both of the girls were in motion next to Leslie's beautiful sweaty nakedness.
They were fucking her in the ass with those dildos, matching their strokes and frictioning her deep.
Kathryn was thrusting into her butt hole while Lynette kept fucking Leslie in the cunt with the plastic pecker.
Now they were matching strokes, zeroing in on her passion, and, gasping, they took her all the way home until her sweet cry of ecstasy filled the room.
Nine
And that was when they heard someone working the knob of the door. Lynette's eyes quickly snapped over to the door. She was lying there with the other two naked girls, and if anyone entered the room, there would certainly be no mistaking what they had been up to.
"Don't worry about it," Leslie said, sensing the other girl's nervousness about being discovered, "I locked it."
And then they heard a key slide home.
The key turned within the lock and then the door opened. In stepped Jerry and Matt. Both of them were smiling, their eyes going from one girl to the others.
"I thought so," Matt said, shaking his head and smiling. "I knew when the girls disappeared that they were up to something."
And indeed they were. They were lying naked on Leslie's big, king-sized bed, all of them stark naked and, to Jerry and Matt's eyes, utterly delectable.
Even though they knew that the girls had been involved in some lesbian fun and games, in the unspoken moral code of the swing club, that was no big deal at all.
"That's the problem in having a husband," Leslie mused. "No privacy."
"Husband?" Lynette asked, her mind hurrying through the implications of that. It wasn't Jerry, so it had to be ...
"Well, yeah. Didn't anyone tell you that Matt and I were married."
"Uh, not exactly ... " Lynette said, thinking back to the wild encounter with Matt in the bookstore. "Uh, no, Matt never mentioned it ... "
"Well," Matt said, turning and making sure that the door was securely re-locked so that now all of them would be afforded privacy, "we have what you might call an open relationship ... Let me see, Lynette, how can I show you exactly what I mean?"
It didn't take Matt long to conceive an object lesson for the beautiful young black girl. He walked over to Lynette and then slid his fingers into her hair, pulling her closer.
Suddenly, much too suddenly for Lynette's liking, she and Matt were kissing, and Lynette couldn't help but wonder what Leslie was thinking of all of this.
Their tongues were dodging as she sat up naked on the bed, every inch of her beautiful black body revealed.
She clung to him as she kissed him, and then Lynette decided that a swinger's party was no place to worry about who was married to whom. She'd been wanting a passionate replay with Matt ever since their encounter in the bookstore, and now it looked like she was going to get it.
Jerry, for his part, wasn't particularly interested in what Matt and Lynette were up to. He had other fish to fry.
He came over to the bed, too, then leaned forward, pulling Leslie closer. It wasn't the first time that he had fucked his best friend's wife, and it definitely wasn't going to be the last if he had anything to say about it.
He knelt on one knee as Leslie arched up to touch him.
Jerry brought his head down as Leslie pressed her big, gorgeous tits out, arching her back and offering them to him.
Yeah, he thought, they were certainly pretty enough tits, but at that moment Jerry wasn't in the mood for just looking. He'd had too much looking at this party, since there were more than enough foxy babes in attendance, and he was at a fever pitch to get something a little more tangible.
And those tits-there was no doubt about it were definitely tangible!
He began running his tongue across Leslie's chest as she used her hands and lifted those big tits upwards, offering the pink tips of them to him.
Lightly he ran his tongue up and around the mound of a gorgeous boob, savoring the heat and the softness of that knocker.
He'd always loved Leslie's tits, but then any tit man would have.
Then Jerry went farther, bringing his tongue slowly up to the beautiful sunburst of a nipple, running it around the already dimpling disk of Leslie's aureole.
"MMmmmmmmmmmm ... Yeah, baby ... That's the way that I like it" Leslie groaned, quickly changing gears from girls-only fucking to making lover to her husband's best friend.
She was pressing her tit harder into Jerry's mouth, feeling the near-explosion of sensation that his teeth and tongue sent shooting through her.
"That feels so fucking good ... " she moaned, waggling her tit into his mouth.
Jerry didn't resist. He took that nipple into his mouth.
Now that he had a mouthful of that babe's knocker he couldn't stop sucking, stroking, feathering it with his tongue.
Leslie let loose with an almost continuous series of groans and whimpers as Jerry really did a number on her nipple, sucking it until it was tight and puckered, the spike of it hard and thrusting out from the center.
Leslie's cries made it damned obvious that that girl was getting into it!
Jerry's hand found her other nipple and began to knead and tweak it with his fingers.
Leslie moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, holding his mouth hard against her nipple. For the moment Jerry was content just to kneel next to the girl, savoring those glorious tits.
Leslie opened her eyes for a second and saw that Kathryn was being left out. She was sitting on the opposite side of the bed and while Lynette and Matt didn't seem to need an invitation to have fun, Kathryn was just sitting there watching.
"Hey, Kathryn," the girl asked, "is this what you had in mind? How about you? I bet Jerry's man enough to handle a couple of hot little babes ...
Want to join in?
Kathryn smiled, but she shook her head. That wasn't what she was interested in at the moment. No, she had something entirely more personal in mind ...
Somehow Leslie, knowing Kathryn, figured that she would find her pleasure in her own way.
And that was exactly what the girl was doing right at that moment. Kathryn was definitely getting turned on watching Jerry come on to Leslie, at the same time she was following the progress of Matt and that new chick, Lynette.
Kathryn, if the truth was to be told, liked watching, and this time there was plenty for her to watch. .
Matt stared at those big dark nipples of Lynette's as she lay back on the bed beside him. Matt was a tit man, and that was certainly one of the more awesome sets of knockers he had had the pleasure to see in many a day.
Her big, creamy brown tits were rising and falling, and Matt couldn't seem to draw his eyes away from those gigantic nipples, from the taut little nubbins projecting out from the disks, almost begging for someone to wrap their lips around them.
Matt was focused in on them, staring at them lustfully, staring at every dimple on those big coffee can sized nips, and as he stared he could feel his cock rising. There was nothing like an awesome set of tits to get Matt's dick on the rise ...
Matt couldn't leave it with just watching, though. He pressed closer to Lynette, bringing his mouth down to one of those looming dark nipples.
He began to kiss her breasts, going in gradually decreasing circles around the firm mounds as Lynette pressed her palms to them.
She was distorting her breasts in her palms, quivering all over making those big knockers thrust up into Matt's mouth.
"Ohhhhh, Jesus, yesssss ... That's what I need ... " she gasped lustily, her pussy involuntarily thrusting in and out as the man hunkered over her, pressing his mouth to her nipples.
It was feeling like Matt's dodging tongue was running a straight-wire of pleasure right to her cunt, and that was sending that hot little hairy mound into action, thrusting, thrusting for the hard, penetrating dick that wasn't there. At least not yet.
Matt closed his hand around one of her big tits, squeezing and shaping her tit, distorting the nipple while he angled himself closer to her. He was kissing the other nipple and running a snail's trail of moisture over that big brown mound.
Lynette's nipple dimpled underneath his tongue as his fingers savored, clutched her other big tittie.
Yeah, he thought, somewhat irrelevantly, he had definitely made the right choice in hiring that little babe for the bookstore. If nothing else, that little babe's tits were going to draw the customers in by the score!
And Kathryn hadn't missed a thing as Matt took his pleasure with Lynette's beautiful tits. Now she knew that that was what she wanted to do, what she had to do.
She was sitting cross-legged on the bed as the other people went for it, but Kathryn wasn't in any hurry.
Oh, she knew that she'd find a sufficiency of hard studs at this party before the night was over, but for now all she wanted to do was watch......To watch Leslie and Lynette's pretty naked bodies and those two studs who were so eager for them.
Jerry confined sucking and biting on Leslie's nipple, loving that babe's breasts, loving them as much as Kathryn was loving watching.
Jerry hadn't gotten any action since earlier that day when he and Lynette had fucked, but that had been that morning. Damn, a guy sure as hell couldn't survive on one lousy fuck a day ... especially when there were so many gorgeous chicks around.
Jerry pulled one hand away and reached lower to where the action really was.
"UUmmmmmm, yeah ... That's the way, baby ... " Leslie moaned as his hand found the mound of her pussy.
Jerry began to rub Leslie's little cunt, sliding his fingers in between her hot legs.
Jerry knew what he was doing and decided to get the chick a little worked-up before he really started giving it to her. There would be plenty of time for that and, with his dick as hard as it was, there was no danger of him not being able to give it to her where it counted.
Jerry ran his mouth down off" of the mound of her tit, licking down the firm slope of her tit and into the little pucker of her bellybutton, lingering there for awhile.
His hand, meanwhile, had found its way down to the silkiness of her pubic thatch, and that was where it was going to stay, at least for the moment.
His tongue descended lower, working toward that babe's naked pussy. There was something about that little twat of Leslie's that he just couldn't stay away from.
Leslie was lying naked on the bed and hungering for Jerry, watching him coming closer and closer to her pussy and aching for the moment when he would press his face into her twat-crack. Oh, yeah ... She knew that she needed a whole lot more than just tit sucking.
He made his way down his legs, his lips grazing over the fine hairs over pussy. Then Jerry went ahead and pressed his face between her legs.
Jerry was still dressed, but his cock was a hard mound in his pants, aching to get free and into something tight and wet.
Kathryn watched with interest as Jerry upped the ante. By that time she had let her fingers slide to her crotch, and she was caressing her cunt.
There was no reason to hide it, no reason to hide her desires from her friends. None of the other people in the room would have cared a bit if Kathryn was finding her pleasure in her own way, and that happened to be her fingers at the moment.
Now she knew that she had to have more than just the vague ticklings that she had teased herself with so far.
Her whole body was hot and her breathing was quickening as she watched the people making love right in front of her.
Now her fingers moved lower on her pussy, pressing through the fine hair of her cunt, then sliding into the wet labia of her cunt. Her pussylips were so wet, so delicate ... so sensitive that it made her tremble all over when she lodged her fingers in her cunt.
She didn't drive them all the way in, at least not yet. Yeah, it was so much more exciting to start out this way, just teasing and toying with her glistening labia as she stared at the other people on the bed.
Up and down her fingers slid over the corrugated softness of her twat-lips, delicately frictioning over her cunt lips.
Kathryn bit her lip, trying to hold back her passion to no avail. Now she knew that she had to have more.
She pressed deeper into her cunt. She started thrusting her fingers into the sopping little corridor of her cunt, and once she was in she couldn't hold back.
She started to jog those fingers in and out of her cunt, substituting them for something larger and harder.
She was twisting her fingers in, using them as substitute little cocks as she watched Matt and Lynette.
Ummmmmmm, yeah ... That felt so fucking good that she could have almost screamed!
One thing, she had to admit that Lynette was the foxiest new addition to the club in a long time, and she'd have no shortage of handsome cocksmen avid to take a turn on her ... or in her. She was also the only black broad in the club, and that added a little something exotic, too.
As Kathryn dawdled her fingers into her pussy she fixed her eyes on Lynette's breasts.
Yeah, that chick certainly lacked for nothing in tit department, but then, she thought, neither did she or Leslie. But there was something that kept on drawing her eyes back to Lynette's tits again and again ...
It had to be the nipples that were so exciting about Lynette's breasts ... She had big tits with big, dark nipples, nipples almost hypnotic in their darkness.
Kathryn knew, at least, that she couldn't take her eyes off of them as she fucked herself with her fingers. As far as the rest of them, Matt had sure made a dive for that babe when he entered the room.
Kathryn kept staring at Matt making love to Lynette, and all the while she kept on fingering her pussy, unable to stop herself or even slow herself by that time.
She plunged her fingers slowly but steadily inward, her fingers squelching into the wetness and the heat of her pussy.
She was certainly wet down there, and with good reason!
Kathryn kept fingerfucking herself as she stared at the little mound of Lynette's cunt, wishing that she was making love to the broad, wishing that she was thrusting her tongue into the depths of that little black broad. And maybe there would be time for that, too ...
Lynette's cunt was all covered with black, curly hair, and the salmon-colored slash of her slit was obviously dewy with her lust.
It wasn't like Jerry had missed the fact.
He was swirling his tongue around in Lynette's cunt, as the black girl moaned and writhed beneath him, her pussy thrusting again and again into the air.
Lynette was touching, caressing her own tits, shaping and distorting them in her fingers as Jerry's head bobbed up and down and he probed her with his tongue.
Jerry spread her labia wider, eager for what lay within.
He quickly found and started playing with her clit with the tip of his tongue, running it over it, teasing the little pink nubbin of flesh, teasing Lynette into a mania of desire to fuck, fuck, fuck!
That probing tongue really got Lynette going!
Shit, Kathryn almost gave in and joined them at that point!
She would have been happy to, but somehow she resisted and just kept on fucking herself in the pussy with her fingers.
She moved her fingers more quickly as she watched Matt sucking and nibbling at Lynette's labia, working the babe into a frenzy with his tongue.
He was swirling and probing his tongue into the little broad.
Matt's nose was burrowing deeper into her snatch and he was taking full drafts of that chick's aromatic sexual musk.
At the same time it looked to Kathryn like Matt had insinuated his hand underneath that babe's creamy mocha ass and, judging by the way that Lynette was going wild, he had also slid a finger into her ass-hole and started to move it.
That little Lynette was really moaning and purring now as he slid his finger up her rump again and again.
Kathryn stared with pleasure when Matt decided he simply couldn't hold back for any longer.
He fumbled with his pants, quickly getting the belt unbuckled and the zipper down, and then Lynette was helping him peel his pants down his hairy legs. She was as eager to get what lay inside as Matt was to get it out and going into action ...
Matt, Kathryn decided, was no slouch in the dick department. He was fully hard when his pants came down, and his cock lurched out at the ready ... much to Kathryn's, not to mention Lynette's delight.
His cock was quivering in the air as Lynette went for it.
Her fingers wrapped around the hard pole and then started to frig it, pulling the foreskin back and forth as his purplish prickhead played peek-a-boo.
She could hardly wait until that torpedo shaped head was sliding into her pussy, sliding all the way in ...
Now, Lynette thought, gazing at the big, blunt too, that was a lot more what she had in mind. Sure, Matt's tongue was fine, but his cock was in another league altogether ...
Lynette moaned as she felt the hardness of his dickhead kissing her cunt lips, running up and down in the delicate folds.
Lynette was out of control, almost delirious with desire as Matt toyed his cockhead around her cunt.
Kathryn's eyes moved to Leslie.
Leslie couldn't wait for it!
She was spreading her legs wide, offering her gorgeous cunt to Jerry, offering it to him so that he could do as he pleased.
Leslie used her fingers to spread her cunt lips of her twat to Jerry's eager view.
Now it was Jerry's turn to strip, and he couldn't seem to do it fast enough. Unlike Matt he removed all of his clothes. Jerry kicked off his shoes, tossed his shirt to one side, then undid his pants.
Leslie was just as eager to get at what lay within the thin fabric of his pants as Jerry was. She helped to slide his pants down his legs, and then he was climbing back onto the bed.
His cock thrust from the tangle of his pubic hair, quivering like a spear as Leslie lay back onto the bed.
She was offering her nakedness to the man, offering it to that stiff dick thrusting out from the hair at his crotch.
Kathryn was moving closer to her ecstasy as she watched the other people making love.
She went into a flurry of thrusting with her fingers, her temperature and her breathing quicken' ting, and now Kathryn was doing some gasping, too.
She was leaning forward on that bed of lust, supporting herself on one hand as she watched Jerry's hard spear, as she watched him bringing it closer to the offering of Leslie's sweet naked twat.
Jerry leaned forward, pressing his hairy chest to Leslie's up-thrust tits.
He kissed Leslie, grinding his chest into hers as her hands went to his ass and started to squeeze the firm mounds of his butt.
Jerry lustily groaned as she started squeezing his butt, driving her nails into his ass-cheeks as he went after one of her nipples. He took it into his mouth, sucking as she gasped and shook her titties.
Leslie started fucking him up the rear with her finger, driving it deep, frictioning the sensitive lining of his ass-hole.
Matt and Lynette were way beyond caring what the other three people were up to.
Matt was keeping up the rhythm of his pounding prick, not going too hard into Lynette, just keeping that babe well-stoked with his hard boner.
Now and then Matt would go into a flurry of ramming her with his cock, twisting and turning it into the squelching hole of her pussy, driving his dick in until she was gasping and squirming under his weight.
Matt supported himself above the babe as he screwed her.
He licked one of Lynette's gorgeous big tits, making the nipple glisten in the muted light of the bedroom as he kept the hard dick action going below.
"Yes, baby ... Fuck me ... Fuck me deep!" she groaned.
Lynette was lifting her shapely dark ass off the bed, going in opposition as he thrust into her cunt.
Matt was twisting and turning his prick into the depths of her black-furred cunt.
Kathryn, for her part, was doing some twisting and turning, too.
She kept plunging two fingers all the way, all the way up her juiced-up twat, shifting her eyes back and forth rapidly from Jerry and Leslie to Matt and Lynette.
It was hard to decide which of the people was the most of a turn-on to her, but somehow her eyes always strayed back to Lynette.
Jerry brought his mouth down to Leslie's pussy, taking a second to lick her widespread thighs.
By that time Leslie was so worked up that she was trembling all over, pleading with her eyes and begging him to go farther.
"Dick me, baby! Goddamn! I need that hard dick inside me right now!"
She was panting as she gripped his boner, working it, thinking that that hard piece of meat would soon be burrowed all the way into her cunt-crack.
His cock was as stiff as it would get, hot and gristly in her fingers as she worked it back and forth, coaxing it to deliver up its hot gift.
Jerry pulled wide Leslie's labia with his fingers and then began thrusting his tongue into her.
He knew that anything that he did before he thrust his cock into her would make for a bigger payoff, so he made it a point not to rush right into fucking.
Leslie gasped as Jerry began to suck her clit, suck it hard. He was swirling his tongue in tight little circles all around that little nubbin, biting and licking her labia to really get her going.
Her fingers went out into his hair, pressing him harder into the juiced-up slot of her pussy. Jerry might have smothered in that babe's tight twat if he had had the sense to think about it.
Jerry was holding tight to her, flicking his tongue against her clit.
He sucked her little clitty, sucked it hard, making that little babe launch into a series of cunt-buckings, grinding her pussy against his tongue and teeth.
No, Jerry wasn't in any hurry to bring that babe off. There was plenty of time for that.
Leslie lay beautifully naked on the bed, beautifully spread out beneath him, her tits rising and falling on her chest as he did her pussy good with his tongue and teeth.
Now Jerry went into overdrive.
He took his cock in his fingers and then slid over her, angling the tip of that rod up to the brunette-haired target of her pussy.
Jerry began to toy with her cunt lips with the head of his cock, running that torpedo-shaped head up and down in the sensitive folds of her little pussy.
He dipped his bone just into the lips of her pussy, sliding it up and down the juiced-up slice, wondering whether he would be able to hold back for another second.
Leslie's body was shaking with the pleasure of what he was doing, shaking with the incessant probing of his prickhead into her clit.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me ... " she moaned, only it was Matt who heard her.
He already had his own cock sheathed to the hilt in Lynette, and hearing that groaning cry only made him want it more.
Matt went into a pounding fury with his boner, making Lynette's beautiful dark tits and dark nipples lurch with each thrust that he pounded into her.
Now it wasn't a question of holding back for Lynette, of waiting until the little babe was ready, now it was his dick that was calling the shots.
His dick was telling him to fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck!
Jerry pressed his prick into Leslie, loving the feeling of sliding into that hot, wet sheath.
In one smooth stroke, Jerry drove his hardened dick into Leslie, and then he started to move that boner.
Leslie couldn't hold back a tormented cry of pleasure as he started filling her up with that rod.
That wild man was driving his boner deep into the babe, twisting it into her while her big, beautiful knockers lurched with each plunge of his hardened cock.
And Kathryn was still at it, too.
Now both couples were fucking and nearing their orgasms, and that was just fine with Kathryn.
Kathryn had plenty to watch as she plunged her dripping fingers into her cunt, using her thumb to twiddle her clit and practically set her body on fire.
Leslie gripped Jerry's ass as he jogged her, thrust into her.
She was fingering the pucker of his ass-hole, driving him wild with the sensation, then going back in and fucking him in the rump with her slim finger.
Matt was out of control.
He kept pumping into Lynette, lost to everything but the need to fuck.
He would slow for a moment, then blast into another flurry of quick fucking, then slow again, only to start again.
Matt was fucking out of his mind!
He was staring down on Lynette, staring down on those big knockers as they lurched with each thrust of his cock.
That babe was out of control, too!
Lynette had a wild look of lust on her face as he took her all the way home ... but not to Cleveland!
He went into the homestretch on that hard-driving fucking, pounding and thrusting that hard cock into her.
And then Matt couldn't hold back for another second!
He gasped and screamed as he fired deep into her, dousing her insides with his jizz.
Lynette was crying out too as her orgasm took light inside of her body.
Matt clung to her as she exploded with bliss, pounding her pussy onto his cock again and again, grinding her sweaty body against his.
Jerry pounded his last strokes into Leslie, loving the spiraling cry of bliss as she orgasmed.
Leslie couldn't hold back. She went over the edge, trying but not able to bite back her anguished cries, mixing her cries with Lynette as she came too.
Jerry exploded his seed into her cunt, thrusting again and again, tamping his j ism into Leslie's pussy.
Even after Jerry had cum he just kept pumping his prick into that babe beneath him, unwilling to relinquish that tight little twat of hers.
And then it was silent except for the heavy-breathing.
Jerry slid off of Leslie.
No, now that he had a moment to think about it, he decided he wasn't a bit upset that Lynette had taken such a liking to Matt. He and Matt were best friends and, somehow, he figured that lusty little black babe could find it in her to accommodate both of them.
Jerry was lying on his side next to her. He reached out and then his fingers were on Lynette's nakedness.
His fingertips were running over her sweaty body, and like everyone else who got close to that babe, he couldn't resist her tits.
He toyed with a nipple as she lay there, not anxious to move any faster. She was staring up at the ceiling as his fingers dawdled with that big, sweet knocker, twiddling with the nipple so that it hardened under his touch.
Lynette had a little smile on her face and Jerry couldn't help but wonder about it. Did that smile mean that she liked Reno? Somehow he thought that it did ... He still wasn't sure that the chick was interested in staying in his apartment, but one could always hope, couldn't one? Any other guy might have taken exception to the obvious way that Lynette responded to Matt, but it was obvious to Jerry that there was no point in that.
The chick would fuck anyone she damn well pleased, and the same went for him.
Jerry leaned over, unable to resist tasting that nipple again. He hoped that this would only be one in a very long series of tasting those nipples. They were the most beautiful nipples in the world, and he hoped that they never went back to Cleveland.
