"Dick Happy" is a searingly frank first novel by the young American writer, Ross Belgrave. This original script is actually one of the most brutally realistic stories of actual experiences in sexual perversion ever presented to the reading public. Even by today's lax and easy sexual standards, due to the so-called "sexual revolution", this story will prove to be a shock to many people.
Although the sexual abnormalities encountered in the course of this story may seem too fantastic to be true, we are assured by practicing psychiatrists that these perversions are commonplace in the course of their daily talks with patients.
Typically, an analyst's report discusses Herbert W.: "Herbert was an attractive, muscular young man who confessed during the course of treatment that he made his living as a male 'hustler'. Because of the unusual size of his penis he was very popular with his customers and had a large clientele. Most of them were widows or divorcees beyond the age they could secure sexual justification by virtue of their own physical charms from a younger man "
The reader should find the knowledge of perverted sexual behavior so vividly described in "Dick Happy" most useful in avoiding similar unhealthy psychological situations in his own life. This original script is recommended only for the mature reader.
Charles Brompton, M.A.
New York City
CHAPTER 1
Jill Cox, bubbling with anticipation, sat on the hotel cabana nursing a daiquiri. All the legal hassles had finally been resolved that afternoon, so she felt free and optimistic for the first time in years. With her multi-million dollar divorce settlement a reality, she was cleared for renewed sexual involvement. Watching the Caribbean sun sink on the horizon, she thought back ten years to her first sexual encounter....
At fifteen, Jill was a natural blonde-no need for bleaching and streaking. With her parents, she was enjoying the annual summer in the mountains. She had mounted her pony and ridden through the woods and hills and meadows for several miles. Finally, she rode down the rocky gorge and dismounted next to the babbling brook.
This was her place-isolated and sheltered. She believed that no one else knew about the lovely pastoral setting, a place where she felt at peace with the world. After taking a sip from her canteen, she began to undress. Although modest, she felt secure that she was totally alone; there was no doubt in her mind.
Ralph, the handyman and assistant chef at a local resort, was on his day off. He realized that the attractive, young girl believed she was alone. From his hidden vantage point, Ralph leaned back in his saddle and watched.
Jill sat on a rock and pulled off her boots. While untucking her sleeveless, white blouse, she instinctively looked around for intruders, just in case. Quickly confirming her isolation, she unbuttoned the blouse and carefully hung it on the branch that she always used for that purpose. The gentle breeze immediately refreshed her exposed skin. It had been hot and dusty on the trail; she couldn't wait to swim.
Ralph had been silently praying that the tall, slender lass would decide to go skinny-dipping. Now he felt his mouth become drier all of a sudden. When Jill reached behind to unsnap her straining bra, he felt twinges of excitement in his groin. In a flurry of lurches, his cock was springing to life.
Her young breasts were round and shapely. When freed from the bra cups, they fell only a little. The creamy flesh starkly contrasted with the sun-bronzed remainder of her upper body. Her pink nipples tilted slightly upward. They swayed rhythmically when she bent to unzip her soiled jeans. She slid them off, one foot at a time (almost losing her balance as they caught on her second ankle), and hung them in the usual place.
Ralph's prick was stiff and throbbing. He intensely spied on unsuspecting Jill. He damned himself for not having binoculars along ... and tried to think of what to do if his horse gave him away. Beyond those exceptions, his eyes remained riveted on Jill.
She stripped off her filmy bikini panties. Tip-toeing toward the surging water, she ran her palms along her naked limbs. Nude, she appeared better-proportioned than a clothed analysis would reveal. Her hips flowed gracefully down to her long, long legs. Her buttocks were firm and well-rounded. They wobbled enticingly as she walked.
To Ralph, horny beyond belief, she looked like a nymph, something he was imagining. Her blonde hair was straight; it hung uniformly to just above her thin waist. She was so young and pure and clean and innocent. For an instant, Ralph felt like the intruder that he was.
When she was knee-deep in the sparkling stream, Jill bent over. She slowly spread handfuls of water along her arms and shoulders. As she bent with her back to him, tufts of golden pubic hair peeked between her buttocks. Then she cautiously ventured into deeper water ... and dove ... and swam ... and frolicked in the refreshing coolness.
Ralph, itching with desire, debated what to do. Nothing? Surprise her? Rape her? Then it came to him: he would come upon her under the guise of innocence. After all, he could claim, how was I to know you'd be swimming here, especially nude, and gee I'm sorry and bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
So, riding casually, he steered his horse in her direction. He headed down the slope and suddenly was upon her. It was too late for her to make a dash for her clothes. She let out a mild "eeek!" Ralph feigned shock and sympathy for Jill's great embarrassment.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" she angrily demanded. The neck-high water concealed her. After Ralph had patiently answered her questions, she calmed down, partly out of guilt for her own outrage and partly because the thirtyish man didn't seem threatening-in fact, he was downright nice!
For the next ten minutes, they talked. About the weather, each other, her embarrassing situation (laughingly), and how inviting the water was. Jill, becoming increasingly reassured, told him to hop in. By the time it had dawned on her that he also had no bathing suit, Ralph was stepping out of his shorts. As he stood naked before her, she tried not to notice his cock and balls. But he was handsome and muscular, and she found that she enjoyed eyeing his brown hair-matted body.
"Watch out for the hidden boulder!," she shouted. Fearing he would slip on the submerged rock, she took several steps forward and extended her hand to him. It wasn't until a minute later that she realized that her lush tits were bared to him. She had never been in the presence of a naked man before ... and she hardly knew Ralph.
Soon, the two of them were prancing and swimming and splashing merrily about. Jill felt comfortable with him. Although she knew that she ought to be feeling very self-conscious and shy, she didn't. Ralph was thinking about grabbing her splendid tits and ramming his hungry hardon into her pretty virgin cunt.
After a while, they tired. As they walked out of the water, he steadied her by rigidly grasping her elbow. They sunned themselves on a smooth, flat rock. They talked. Jill felt close to him. She trusted him. The fact that they were naked didn't seem wrong to her. Ralph got a blanket from his saddlebag and spread it for them. They talked more. She got her canteen. Before long, he had his arm draped around her shoulders. It seemed natural to her.
Like most girls her age from "good" families, Jill kissed boys and let them explore her body up to a point. But that was all. She loved to have her ripe tits caressed and, recently, was allowing more and more of it. Many nights she went to sleep with her fingers nestled in her hot, wet cunt. Playing with herself felt wonderful. She did it whenever she could. And she wanted boys to do it, but guilt and fear prohibited that.
When Ralph kissed her lips, the thought of resisting him swept through her mind. But it was only a thought-and a fleeting one at that. The notion quickly evaporated as she became thoroughly engrossed in the fire-and-ice thrills that were streaking through her body and soul. Their mouths became locked together. Their tongues leaped into each other's open mouths ... and hauntingly intertwined.
Jill's breathing grew heavy. She circled her arms around his body. She rubbed and stroked his masculine torso, as he was running his hands up and down her back ... and legs ... and then they dropped to her heaving tits. She gasped when he cupped them, but she couldn't even come close to stopping him-she loved it, absolutely loved it!
As he massaged them, she got more and more excited. He lightly traced the outline of her pink nipples with his fingertips. In a matter of seconds, they had become much darker-almost crimson-and assumed a coarser, rougher texture. She felt better than she ever had, but there was more to come much more than she had ever imagined possible, despite what she had read and been told by older girls who had "done it."
Ralph removed his mouth from hers and lowered his head. He feverishly kissed and bit her neck and shoulders. Then he planted an array of wet kisses on her chest. He slowly continued his downward path until he was kissing Jill's splendid tits. She quivered with delight. He showered kisses and licks upon her young tits, enticingly stroking her long legs as he did.
Seconds later, he was sticking out the tip of his wet tongue to her proud nipples. Jill shuddered. His mouth closed over them. He chewed tenderly. He sucked them into his mouth and swirled them around in a bath of saliva, tonguing them all the while. Jill moaned.
With Ralph's face buried in her chest, she looked down at his crotch. His seven-inch cock was swelling once again. It had a slight bow in it ... and then it was straight as an arrow. She couldn't take her eyes off it. It was so big. Was it too big? How could such an enormous thing fit inside me?, she wondered.
His hardon was bleating and throbbing. The knob, smooth and domed, had become a reddish-purplish hue. She was enthralled, virtually hypnotized, by his massive hardon. She desperately wanted to touch it. She reached out but withdrew at the last second. She reached again.
Ralph, devouring her luscious tits, winced at the moment of contact. She held his huge prick in her dainty fist very sheepishly at first. Ralph whispered sweet words of encouragement. Minutes later, she had enough confidence to clench it and stroke it, sliding the foreskin up and down with greater resolution on each succeeding stroke.
Shortly thereafter, Ralph, too, sensed more confidence-enough to finger Jill's pristine cunt, in fact. He rubbed the perfect skin on the insides of her upper thighs, moving higher and higher. Then he palmed her triangle of dense cunt hair. He paused for no more than ten seconds, and then poked a finger in between her pink cunt lips.
Jill gasped. She soon felt a delicious haze floating through her mind. And she automatically threw her knees apart. He fiddled with her clitoris until it became fully aroused ... and hard as an elusive, slimy little button. He poked another finger into her moistening cunt. She jerked him off with more energy and leaned back on her free elbow.
Ralph was alternately rubbing her clit and cunt lips and driving his fingers deep into Jill's glistening, tight cunt. At the same time, he was kissing his way across her flat stomach. Her cunt was getting very juicy. When his lips reached her forest of curly, yellowish-brownish cunt hairs, the sharp smell of her slobbering pussy leaped up his nostrils. The scent compounded his fervor and made him work faster.
He dampened her cunt bush with wet kisses. He mouthed the upper extremity of her inner thighs, just where the hair began to grow. With her legs already spread to their limit, she hiked up her knees. She was groaning and writhing, more turned-on than ever, going insane with lust.
"OH! OHHH NO! ... AAAHHH!!" she cried when he suddenly smacked his mouth against her poised cunt. He sucked very hard on her pink oval opening and then thrust his tongue past her cunt lips. Jill was perpetual movement from that point on. She incessantly writhed, much more than before, and squirmed with joy.
After lashing her ultra-sensitive clit with his tongue for a few minutes, Jill's hips were jerking wildly back and forth and her thighs were flapping as if she were trying to fly. Ralph wrapped his arms firmly around them to steady her.
Under his furious oral ministrations, her cunt soon was blistering hot ... and dripping the greasy juices that Ralph found so delicious. It was almost time. He Frenched her a while longer and then launched into the final phase of his assault.
Jill was ready as she could ever be: legs spread and raised ... hot, wet and horny ... eyes closed ... gasping ... in a blissful daze. Perfect. Ralph covered her body with his, settling in between the sloping canyons of her thighs. He struggled for an endless few seconds to guide he warhead in between her slick cunt lips. He had mounted her ... everything was just right.
With all his might, Ralph thrust his pelvis forward, sinking his prick two inches into her boiling cunt. Jill's breath froze. He seared another two inches into her tight hole. And then another powerful lunge ... and his cock had pushed all the way into her, separating the tender, elastic muscles like an icebreaker steaming through Arctic floes.
She had endured intense pain, almost enough to knock her out, but it was subsiding with every wonderful stroke. The raw, burning, stabbing pain was no longer excruciating; it was steadily merging into waves of supreme pleasure.
Jill released the animal in her and began to fuck, flexing her hips back and forth in time to Ralph's stud-like thrusts. She learned fast. Soon they were thrashing together in a fiery rhapsody. The pain was there, but the pleasure almost rendered it meaningless for Jill.
For five, ten and fifteen minutes, they rocked back and forth. Ralph was increasing the tempo progressively. Faster and faster, his balls slapped against her ass-crack. His balls felt bloated. He knew he couldn't avoid the inevitable much longer. They screwed with greater fury until their bodies were a blur. The pressure and building and building. And then it was simply too much.
Ralph suddenly left his prick completely imbedded in her simmering cunt. A fraction of a second later, he exploded in her. Pulsating waves of hot cream spurted forth. He felt a tingling sensation throughout his entire sweaty body. As his balls drained, goose-bumps formed on every square inch of his skin. He kept coming and coming and coming. He felt like he was shooting a pint of thick sperm into her.
Jill barely knew what was happening. She just continued digging her fingers into his broad back and savoring the rushes of pleasure that were consuming her. Her mind reeled as he filled her with cream. She whined and whispered disjointed phrases.
Finally, they were through. Exhausted and satisfied, Ralph lay inside her for several minutes. As he hauled his limp prick out of her overflowing cunt, Jill was regaining her senses. She was confused and upset, a jumble of sharp emotions, and he did his best to soothe her.
But he had nailed her cherry. Her emotions seized command for a few minutes. Then she became more and more relaxed. She took the experience for what it was. After the uncomfortable half hour or so, they stood up. Ralph got a bar of soap from the saddlebag. They strolled into the cool water.
They playfully ducked each other. He lathered up her sopping cunt bush ... and spread the suds all over her precious figure. She did the same to him. Soon all the blood and cream and cunt juice was gone. They felt refreshed. He silently thanked the Lord that they hadn't gotten caught. They dried each other, kissed good-bye, and that was it.
As she reminisced, Jill grew mildly sentimental, which wasn't really typical of her. She had been through a lot of heaven and hell since that crucial incident ten years ago. She had grown wise to the world's reality, doing much and feeling more.
"Miss Cox? Miss Cox?" a sprightly native waiter called, bringing her out of the trance of recollection. (She had reverted to her maiden name during the ugly divorce proceedings.) Jack was shown to her table. Tanned and exuding the flow of affluence, he ordered a drink and sat beside her.
Her thoughts of that first sexual experience in no way represented a tangent. Quite the contrary. They proved to be a fitting prelude to what would happen later that evening.
CHAPTER 2
Jack was about forty. Also divorced. Well-groomed and clothed. From Dallas. Worth many millions. Self-made-oil. Hard-driving. Guts. Balls. Jill snickered every time the "Jack and Jill" coupling came to mind. They drank, ate dinner, drank, danced, drank, and then, just before midnight, went up to his hotel suite.
They were both very high (you could call them drunk). Soft lights and soft music. Tequila. With minimal delay, Jack gathered her in his arms and kissed her very hard. Jill fell back on the couch and returned his passionate embrace. Their mouths ground together, their tongues darted into each other's open mouths and snaked about wildly, as if trying to tie a knot.
Jack was of average height and stocky build, appearing slightly rotund. Jill was learning that he had little fat; he was strong as an ox. Due to the liquor and his basic nature, he was coming on like an animal-he plastered his body against hers; his hands pounced on her tits; he damn near ripped off her blouse.
Jill had enjoyed it at first, but now she was afraid. Jack was out of control. She tried to maintain her composure and calm him with gentleness and love. It didn't work. His bestial lust couldn't be curbed. His trembling hands released her bra and yanked it off. He squeezed and gouged her naked tits. She was beginning to feel like a victim instead of a partner.
He lowered his mouth to her chest. He eagerly gnawed and sucked on her tits. While inflicting pain and pleasure with his tongue and teeth and lips, Jack rubbed her legs. He moved them so rapidly and crudely that he put a dozen runs in her stockings.
Jill was so engulfed in digesting and resisting his furious advances that she could barely speak. After striving to control herself, she was able to. "Please, darling, take it easy ... please ... relax, dear ... you're hurting me! ... please!" she tactfully beseeched him. But to no avail. He gave no indication that he heard her pleas.
He pulled off her miniskirt and threw it to the floor. He unhooked her garters and tossed the garment over his shoulder. Her stockings came off in shreds. He roughly grabbed the elastic waist-band of her panties and dragged them past her ankles in a flash. Jill again pleaded for gentleness and tenderness. And her words had absolutely no impact.
Jack got up and began to undress. Jill lay nude and frightened on the couch. He leered down at her. His piercing eyes and snorting-breathing almost induced her to make a desperate dash for freedom, but decided to save that last-ditch course of action for later ... and hoped she wouldn't have to use it!
When Jack lowered his shorts, out popped a huge prick. Jill thought she was seeing things-it was the fattest hardon she had ever, seen, and one of the longest. It waved like a wand as he moved. Before flopping on top of Jill once again, he glanced down at his took, then into her eyes, and smiled confidently.
He Frenched her mouth ... and her tits. He was pinching and bruising her tender, delicate tits. She tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. He dipped his fingers to her furry crotch. He quickly pushed one finger, and then another, into her cunt. Her mid-section buckled as his fingers passed her pink folds of membrane and flailed in and out. She gasped and rocked her head from side to side. She stopped biting her lower lip long enough to beg for mercy: "Jack, please, Please! PLEASE! ... you're hurting me! ... I can't take it! ... stop! STOP! ... GODDAMMIT, STOP!!" No effect.
He was pummeling her poor cunt. His greasy fingers gave her some pleasure, granted, as they socked her pert clit and plunged into her shaft. But the pain was dominating her, and the brutality was repulsive to her.
When Jack ripped out his fingers and prepared to fuck her, Jill saw her opportunity. It was her only chance. As he knelt on the edge of the couch, she suddenly kicked his portly frame onto the floor. Simultaneously, she jumped to her feet and sprinted toward the door.
"Why you filthy bitch! Where in hell do ya think you're goin'?" he shouted, with venom dripping from every word. Just as her hand touched the gold doorknob, he had slapped his against the door, making it impossible to open, no matter how hard she pulled. A moment later, he wrapped a powerful arm around her waist and pulled her back toward the couch.
In front of the couch, they faced each other. His strong hands were crushing her upper arms. Then he wound up to let her have it. "I'll teach, ya wise-ass bitch!" he snarled as his open hand cracked against the side of her face. Jill toppled to the couch, holding the reddening portion of her cheek.
Shortly after her pretty bare ass touched the couch, she burst into tears. They were real, but even fake ones couldn't have deterred Jack. Not in the least! As Jill sobbed and yelled, he dove on top of her. He forced her legs apart and guided his huge prick toward her already-battered cunt lips. She continued to weep and scream for help. But no one could hear her-there was the music, the air-conditioning, locked doors, and sound-proofing. Her panic was full-fledged. She had never felt so scared and utterly helpless in her entire life.
His breath heavy with liquor, Jack continued positioning the bodies to his liking, oblivious to Jill's appeals for mercy. She almost lost consciousness when he crashed his gigantic hardon into her tender cunt. She shrieked and mumbled and panted and pleaded. His fat cock violently tore in and out of her raw cunt.
Jill felt like she was getting screwed by a sub-human being-a wild animal or a primitive man-ape of the Stone Age. His prick, hard as steel, gored her with lightning strokes. His blubbery buttocks were bobbing up and down with increasing speed. It seemed as if she were being split right up the middle. He was so big and strong and he was fucking so hard and fast that her bodily responses had little effect. No man had ever treated her so brutally.
Jack would intermittently speak to her in a rasping voice as they fucked: "Take that, baby!" or "You're gettin' just what you need, aren't ya?" or "Fuck, baby! Fuck hard with me, cunt!" His sadistic remarks intimidated Jill all the more. Her head was spinning. She was wracked with pain, as if she were receiving a beating He seared into her pussy for over twenty minutes. Of course, Jill had completely lost her sense of time-it seemed like hours to her. She continued to yelp and plead. Tears rolled down her cheeks. He was crushing her. She was positive that her cunt muscles were being cut and shredded to ribbons. Jack, so suave and kind earlier, had become a horrible monster that was killing her ... and she wished he would hurry up and get it over with so she could die and end the torturous pain.
Finally, Jack had to submit to the growing pressure in his bloated balls. He had delayed coming for as long as he could. He wanted to ball the young jewel for hours. Fucking at a torrid pace right to the delicious end, he abruptly stopped. He left his fat cock tightly encased in her poor cunt as his load erupted.
"Ahhh ... Ooooh!" Jill cooed at the mild relief she felt after the jackhammer strokes. She could feel his prick pulsing and bleating deep inside her as it propelled sticky cream into her womb. His head swam with delight while his come oozed and oozed.
Immediately after he finished shooting, Jack pulled out. He went over to the bar and took a few hefty slugs of bourbon right out of the bottle. But Jill didn't move-she just lay on the couch, feeling only partly alive. Sperm and cunt juice trickled slowly out of her flooding cunt. It drenched her cunt bush and dribbled in small rivers down into her ass-crack, but she made no effort to sop it up or even close her legs. No, she just lay motionless, eyes closed, and mentally pinching herself to see if the whole, terrible thing had really happened.
Jack mellowed slightly after getting his rocks off, perhaps in realization of what he had done. He wasn't nice, just a lot less rotten. And, forty-five minutes later, she was able to leave without any further hassle.
When she awoke at two the next afternoon, blotches of the previous night's horror remained vivid in her mind. Her body and psyche were hurting: her cunt was raw and sore ... her bones ached ... ugly welts tarnished her otherwise perfect complexion ... she still felt the hangover of intimidation ... and the severe assault on her womanhood and dignity left her depressed and angry. She considered some sort of reprisal, but concluded that it would be best to forget the whole sordid affair.
Although she felt sorry for herself that evening (she went to a movie-alone), Jill had recovered twenty-four hours later. She subtly let a bachelor businessman pick her up on the beach. They had cocktails and dinner, but she left him (kindly) for something she really wanted. He was nice and all, but a timid, middle-aged businessman couldn't compete in Jill's mind with a muscular, strapping, young native.
His name was Sam-only twenty years old and employed in the hotel kitchen. Jill met him at ten o'clock outside the employees' entrance. She had been excited by his appearance from the first moment she laid her eyes on him-six-three, 210 pounds and not an ounce of fat on his sturdy frame it seemed. But he was more than that: he was kind, intelligent and good-humored.
After they talked for a few minutes, Jill decided they were right for each other. She drove several miles out of town to a moonlit beach. There wasn't any sign of company. Knowing they had no suits, she asked him if he'd like to go swimming. Indeed he would!
Sam unzipped her dress and helped her slip it off. Since he was still following her lead and had not yet realized that she considered him an equal, he let her remove the rest of her clothes. As he watched her take off the lacey bra and let her tits fall free, he felt a sudden rumbling in his balls. He slipped off her sexy panties. His cock was coming to life-and fast.
And Jill watched him undress with similar excitement. Sam rapidly tossed aside his shirt and trousers. His torso rippled with muscles ... his shoulders were broad, his chest like a barrel ... they tapered to a slim waist. Jill licked her lips with anticipation when she caught sight of his almost erect cock. His black stick was big, a mouth-watering sight for her. His heavy balls, covered with shiny black fuzz, swung as he moved.
Then the nude couple dashed into the surf. They swam and played around in the clear, clean water for a few minutes. Their bodies soon brushed against each other. It was accidental, but the subsequent collisions were nothing of the sort. Each instance of contact, titillating and stimulating, led to the next. Before long, their bodies were grinding together.
Sam took Jill in his sirloin arms and held her close. His prick, hard as could be, pressed into her belly and cunt bush. The teasing was too much for her-as they embraced in the pounding surf, she reached down to his groin. She clenched his jutting rod and, after giving it a few healthy jerk-off strokes, guided it downward so that the smooth know was pushing against her horny cunt lips.
Their eyes met. And seconds later, they kissed. The meeting of their lips was light at first. Then they each increased the pressure. Their mouths opened, allowing Sam to poke his long, thin tongue into her. Her tongue leaped into his mouth and explored it. Sam tightened his black arms' hold on her frail, white figure. Her pulse quickened and her knees grew wobbly. Correctly assessing the situation, Sam scooped her up and, cradling her naked body in his arms, carried her up the beach.
He delicately lowered her onto the blanket. She kept her arms circled about his neck and pulled him down on top of her. While he covered her face and neck with wet caresses, she twined her shapely legs around him. She grasped his great black hardon once again and jerked him off. At the same time, Sam was licking her tits. His kisses soon brought him to her proud nipples. He aroused the pert blossoms with his tongue and lips ... and slurped them into his mouth. It took only a few seconds for her nipples to grow darker, to a rich scarlet, and harder, until they were leathery.
As she jerked him off, Jill fondled his nuts. She loved the way they rolled around in the palms of her hands. She wanted to lick them. And his throbbing prick had also captured her-she wanted very badly to suck it. So she gradually was able to twist their bodies around. The process was quickly completed when Sam burrowed his face in her hairy crotch.
Contact was briefly broken as she knelt over him. She planted her knees beside his head. Her cunt hovered just above his face. He reached up and, cupping her asscheeks, pulled her pussy down to him. When her muff became draped across his face, his fingers gingerly pulled her moist cunt lips outward. As he did, Sam thrust his tongue into her delicious cunt. Jill jerked and heaved with delight. His tongue delved deep into her slobbering shaft and lapped her cunt walls. Then he moved to her hooded cowl and feverishly whipped her clit.
Soon, Jill adjusted to the marvelous cunt-lapping: her jerks and lurches melted into steady, erotic writhing. What's more, she was in an ideal position to lick those handsome nuts and suck his fantastic cock. She held the towering stick at the base and bent over it.
After gazing at the black knob as if it were a creature from another planet, Jill stuck out her tongue. Sam bucked as her wet tongue began licking the crown of his tool. She smeared saliva all over the knob. He pumped his hips from time to time. Her tongue descended past the ring and lathered the sensitive underside of his veiny lance. In short order, she had coated all of his prick with her warm, sticky saliva.
Although she was dying to blow him, she just had to lick his balls. She jerked him off during the minute or so that she enticingly dragged her tongue up and down and around his ball-sack. Then she took them into her mouth, one at a time, despite her efforts to suck them both at one time.
Then she returned to his mighty cock. She licked it a little more, and closed her O-shaped mouth over the tapered knob. Her lips tightly embraced it while she sucked on it, taking an additional quarter of an inch into her mouth with every stroke. All the while, Sam was furiously lapping and sucking her drooling cunt. He rubbed her curvy buttocks as he ate her tangy twat.
A few minutes later, Jill and Sam were locked in the throes of a magnificent 69. She was sucking faster than ever and, as her head bobbed up and down, the head of his fat hardon smacked against the back of her throat. Her hanging tits flopped crazily about. Her hair flew every which way. And, despite the amazing pace of her suck-strokes, Jill managed to wind her tongue around his rod and lick it with every stroke.
She was going wild. Jill loved blowing him more than anything in the world. And Sam felt the same way about sucking her flavorful cunt. Each of them made the other suck harder and faster, until their 69 had been escalated almost to the limit.
Then Sam had to stop. Yes, he loved the 69, but he also wanted to screw. If he hadn't pulled her mouth off, he would've popped his load into her tonsils. He rolled them over and mounted her. He aligned their naked bodies and then drove his rockhard cock into her frothy cunt. Both of their breaths hitched in their throats during the first few tantalizing thrusts.
Before much longer, they were one: arms wrapped around each other mouths glued together, tonguing wildly ... she rested her heels atop his bouncing asscheeks ... and hooked her ankles together ... and flexed her thighs against the sides of his pounding frame.
They thrashed like animals for almost a half hour, fucking faster all the time. Sweat dotted their brows. A puddle formed where their stomachs meshed. They were panting like bellows.
When Jill came for the second time, it was with Sam. His gushing cream ebbed and flowed, all the while blending with her rivers of cunt juice, emanating from the very depths of her womanhood. Eyes closed and mouths hung open, they threw their pelvises into one another as they climaxed. After they finished creaming, Sam and Jill lay still in each other's arms. He left his softening cock buried inside her.
They rested for as long as they had fucked. Jill then sensed a very faint movement in her cunt. She thought she was imagining it until a firmer movement confirmed its existence. Another movement ... and another. Sam was sliding his hardening cock back and forth inside her. Each successive slide made his tool harder and was followed by a longer, more sensational stroke.
Jill fell into rhythm with him, jerking her hips back and forth. Soon he was hard as high-grade steel. His prick was fucking her with pile-driving intensity. Again, they locked their bodies together at strategic points and fucked for all they were worth.
Ten minutes later, they came together. They released jets of cloudy sex fluid until they felt as if the life had been drained out of them. After catching their breath, they took another invigorating swim.
The next four days were not unlike that evening-Sam and Jill, sucking and fucking for at least twenty-five hours a day. Therefore, it wasn't surprising that Jill freed Sam from his paltry kitchen-boy livelihood; she brought him back to New York with her. Sam would be her houseboy!
CHAPTER 3
Jill returned to New York to arrange for Sam's arrival. Her money did some fast talking: she bribed officials to secure the appropriate immigration papers for Sam; she paid off the doormen and staff of her Fifth Avenue building so she wouldn't have to worry about them asking any questions or shooting off their mouths; she wired Sam his plane ticket, some money and details.
During those few days of organization, Jill was missing the sexual magic Sam could perform on her body. He had proved to her beyond any doubt that he, above all others, could thrill her the way she wanted. She would go to sleep with her fingers buried deep in her juicy cunt. She counted the hours and minutes until it would be time to leave for the airport. An ex-lover took her out to dinner and the theatre, but he never got past the front door-she couldn't be bothered with him at the moment. She had Sam constantly on her mind; she wanted him and only him.
Finally, the dawdling hours had expired. She settled into the plush rear seat of her chauffeured limousine. Playing the radio loud so she wouldn't have to bullshit with her driver, she tried to rationalize her fears that Sam wouldn't be on the plane.
Her nervousness instantaneously disappeared when she saw him. Fighting to suppress her excitement, she greeted Sam as one would any common servant. But his allure was so strong that she couldn't treat him as a commodity, like her other rich friends acted toward their "help."
Sam was no fool, not by a long shot. He played it very cool and subservient with "Miss Cox." He knew a good thing when he saw it-and his relationship with Jill, he realized, was most likely the only chance he had for liberation from his role as a de facto slave. He had decided that he had to make the most of it.
Jill's attitude changed somewhat once they were in the semi-privacy of the big, black Cadillac where her jet-set friends wouldn't run into them. Sam sat behind the driver. She began to formally brief him on his duties, and then turned up the radio. She continued speaking and he sat in erect obsequiousness, but now they could speak their minds.
For both of them, their original understanding was soon reaffirmed. Before long, Jill couldn't restrain her desire until they reached her penthouse. As they drove across the bridge into Manhattan, her hand rested on his crotch. She rubbed his thighs, played with his balls, and grasped his cock. Under the material of his pants, she could feel it swelling. She loved to make him hard. Jill stroked his prick while it grew to nearly a foot in length. She wanted him to want her as much as she did him.
By the time the shiny limo wheeled up to the awning entrance to her building, he did. The well-heeled doorman, dressed like a retired Admiral, helped Jill out of the car. Sam struggled to conceal the huge bulge in his pants. He carried all his belongings-in a skinny suitcase-up to her apartment.
Jill bolted and chained the door shut. They were alone and free ... with each other. The pretensions could end. They wasted little time in acting out their desires. Jill led her man into the luxurious master bedroom. After closing the gold drapes, she threw off her dress. Her half-slip fell to the thick carpet. Off came her bra, also carelessly tossed aside. She stood at the end of the bed, clad in only her brief panties. She ran her hands in circular patterns upon her bare tits, quickly urging the ripe nipples to become dark and firm. And she rubbed her shapely legs and flat belly. Her fires had been stoked almost to the boiling point. Her desire for Sam had been mounting steadily for days. She wanted him ... very badly.
While Jill was getting ready, Sam had hardly noticed her. Yes, he wanted her too, but the opulent trappings of the bedroom hypnotized him. Since he had been confined to the hotel kitchen, he had never seen anything like it. His neck craned back to examine the walls, ceiling, furniture. To that point, it had all been alien to him. Wallpaper had been a luxury; now he marvelled at the art treasures that adorned it.
Eventually, he returned to earth. For reasons unknown to him, Sam wanted Jill all the more. Their eyes met. They both stepped forward and embraced, kissing hungrily and caressing each other's bodies. Then Sam freed himself and moved his hands to his belt buckle. Jill stopped him.
"No. Wait. Let me undress you," she said. Her voice was anxious, her eyes swimming with the unique relaxed desperation of a woman craving-really craving-sex.
"Sure ... fine," Sam agreed. He still didn't quite feel comfortable calling her "Jill!"
With immense devotion and pleasure, Jill proceeded to undress him. She carefully lowered his pants. After he stepped out of them, she folded them and draped them across the back of an easy chair, even though her own clothes had been wildly discarded. She insisted on taking off his shoes and socks all by herself.
She unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. She hungrily ran her hands all over his muscular, dark brown frame. Sam didn't move-he stood before her, legs slightly apart and arms raised a touch. Jill had saved his underwear for last, seducing herself in effect. But as her hands raced along his smooth skin, his black cock was emerging through his fly.
Jill quickly turned her attention to it. She lightly stroked it. It was hard as metal in half a minute. Then she pulled off his shorts ... and her own panties.
In a naked embrace, the couple fell onto the queen-sized double bed. After Frenching her mouth, Sam lowered his face to her lush tits, which he had been massaging. He covered them with wet kisses, making her nipples even harder. The rising and falling of her chest grew more rapid. He sucked her sensitive nipples ... and bit them.
Sam rubbed her thighs as his mouth aroused her tits. He lingered for a long time on her splendid tits-so long, in fact, that by the time he was kissing his way across her stomach, Jill was exhorting him to hurry.
"Please, Sam faster ... FASTER!," she moaned. He cupped her pubic bush and dragged his fingers back and forth along her slit. Jill, who had been running her hands through his Afro scalp, was now pushing his head toward her horny cunt.
Sam kissed through her golden crop. Then he stopped for a few seconds. His face was only inches away from her glistening cunt. He peered at the wet, pink cunts lips that were loosely concealed by wisps of curly hair. Jill urged him to hurry up by spreading her legs more.
He responded just as she hoped he would. He delicately parted the stray hairs, opening her cunt in the process. He smacked his thick lips against her starved pussy. The sudden contact made Jill jerk her hips and gasp with joy. Sam sucked hard on her greasy hole, and kneaded her arched buttocks.
"Inside me! Stick it inside me, Sam!" Jill pleaded, referring to his tongue. He sucked and kissed her cunt a little longer and then complied: just when Jill was about to scream from frustration, he shoved his tongue into her murky slit. He wiggled it crazily upon her clitoris, making it stiff and even wetter. Jill became hot as a furnace.
And Sam, by the same token, was releasing all of his pent-up feelings. From then on, he was like an untamed, foraging, prowling jungle cat. He sank the entire length of his tongue into her delicious cunt and lapped her like she was the last woman on earth.
As she basked in the glory of having her pussy eaten, Jill had flung her legs over Sam's shoulders. She spasmodically socked her hairy treasure into his face and revolved it around on his tongue as if it were an axle.
Despite their position, when Sam was ready to fuck Jill, he did so with little trouble. He pulled his mouth away and replaced it with his throbbing hardon ten seconds later. When Sam was horny, he was a terror-an army of senile priests wouldn't have been able to stop him!
Jill moaned and muttered and shrieked with delight when he slammed his mighty prick into her dripping, spongy cunt. She twined her legs about his pumping torso and cooed winsomely as they wildly thrashed together. Then she couldn't even speak: she was floating on an erotic cloud, aware only of the wonderful black prong firing in and out of her scorching shaft.
Before she came, Jill felt like she would explode-as if the swirling, all-consuming pleasure would rip her to pieces. She rocked her cunt back and forth at dizzying speed and then let loose a shattering orgasm.
"Oh, I'm coming! ... OOHHH!! ... CUUUMMMING!! ... AAGGHHH!!" she whined. Her fingers almost broke the skin on Sam's back. Lightning bolts of sweet ecstasy rocketed through her. Every muscle in her lovely body tensed, and didn't relax until she had released boiling torrents of sticky cunt juice. Her load bathed Sam's plunging cock. He slowed up a little after Jill had finished dumping her load.
Then he resumed the furious balling. Jill was soon climbing toward another blissful climax. Only five frenzied minutes later, they came together. Her cunt fluid spilled like a pulsating waterfall, mixing with his spurting load of rich cream. Her tight cunt lips skillfully milked every last drop of white stuff out of his submerged tool.
They rested before taking a shower together. Jill delighted in lathering his limp cock and heavy nuts with suds. It reminded her of that first experience with Ralph when they had washed each other in the stream. After she completed the job, asshole and all, Sam returned the favor. With unmasked eagerness, he washed Jill's magnificent body. As could be expected, he concentrated on her sexy crotch and lush tits.
Jill and Sam then got dressed, after drying each other with typical care and enthusiasm. She showed him to his quarters-at least, the area where he would keep his clothes and personal items: it was unstated but clearly understood that Sam would share the master bedroom whenever possible. "Except when I have visitors, Sam, you live here the same way I do" was the way she had put it.
There was also a guest bedroom, living room, dining room, library and terrace-all overlooking midtown Manhattan and, to the west, Central Park. Jill had spent over thirty thousand dollars alone on fixing up the apartment. Sam prolonged the tour to over an hour, so amazed by the surroundings of the wealthy was he.
Jill tried to be casual about the place, but Sam was in another world. Saying hardly anything, he touched and thoroughly examined everything his unbelieving eyes showed him. He would behave that way for the first week and a half; the adjustment he had to make was considerable.
But the adjustments in their sexual behavior were non-existent-for the first few weeks, that is. The tour of the penthouse-for the first few weeks, that is. The tour of the penthouse was followed by an auto tour of Manhattan, dinner, and then bed. When Jill emerged from her bubble-bath to summon Sam to bed, she had difficulty getting him to leave the miracle of TV. She assured him there would be plenty of time for that in the future, while kissing his bare chest and rubbing his groin.
Sam's cock soon was hard. He threw off his clothes and joined Jill in bed. With their arms wrapped around each other, they talked about life in the city. But their conversation ended shortly after she crossed his legs with hers and slowly rubbed her thighs along them.
He massaged her tits and fingered her hot cunt. He sucked on her drooling hole for only a few minutes, but it was enough-Jill's cunt was aflame with desire, her body writhing and squirming. And Sam's hardon was straining for her. So he powered into her horny pussy and flailed her like a black panther. Despite the coolness of the room, sweat was soon pouring off their naked bodies ... they were huffing and puffing like distance runners ... Jill pushed, a hand into his ass-crack and found his tight hole with her finger. She gently forced it inside and, when his muscle loosened, finger-fucked his dark asshole in perfect time to his rapid fuck-strokes.
When they came together, it was Jill's third time. They creamed so much that,' after Sam hauled his greasy cock out, her cunt was overflowing. The white elixir flooded her triangle of hair while tiny rivers weaved down the insides of her thighs and others dribbled into her ass-crack. But neither of them made an effort to clean up; instead, they fell into much-needed sleep.
Jill quickly showed that she was very rejuvenated the next morning, however. Sam woke up to find her kneeling over him. She grasped his cock in her hands and fiddled with his balls. Lightly stroking his rig, she really went to work when she saw that he was awake.
Bending to lick his nuts, she jerked him off at the same time. Sam was hard in no time. He flexed his hips and ass upward occasionally. Then Jill began licking the black knob. Soon she was licking the entire rod and hungrily gnawing on it. This time it was Sam who felt like shouting "faster!" but he didn't.
She closed her open mouth over the head of his fat hardon. Inch by inch, she slurped it into her loving mouth and sucked up and down. She took all of him, almost choking at one point, and blew with all her energy. Her hair kept flopping over her forehead and hiding her face. She would throw it backward, but she was sucking so fast that it hid her once again before long. Her dangling tits swayed and jiggled as her head bobbed up and down.
And she found his asshole again: while the head of his prick was slamming against the back of her throat, she fingered it. She was growing to love his ass as much as his cock-and, from the way she sucked, that was one hell of a lot.
Sam tried to slow her down and delay his orgasm so the great blow job would last longer, but this time there was no interfering with Jill. She wouldn't allow it. With the pressure building, Sam fucked her in the mouth every bit as much as she was sucking him off. He bucked up and down until there was nothing for him to do but submit to nature and love every minute of it.
He buried all but an inch of his erupting hardon in her mouth. She squeezed the base, though, and slid it out. A fraction of a second later, with her tongue hovering over the slit atop his rod, Sam came. The first wave of cream splattered out with incredible force-it splashed against her mouth and down onto his hairy balls.
But Jill desperately thrust the spitting cock back into her mouth and sucked it for all she was worth. Her mouth filled with hot cream as her lips clung tightly to him. She gulped down some of the sperm and sucked for more. Her tongue and lips coaxed the last few drops of the delicious stuff out of him. As it oozed out, she caught it on the tip of her tongue. She savored it for a while before digesting it.
Sam was very pleased with the job she was doing, but she wasn't through yet. She gobbled up the cream from his nuts like a kitten bending over a saucer of milk. She swallowed the gooey sperm with pleasure. She licked her lips and found more. And even more on her cheeks near the comers of her mouth. It seemed like she couldn't possibly get enough of Sam's salty cream.
Before they rolled out of bed at noon, Sam ate her tasty cunt until she came twice. And balled her like a maniac until he filled her deep cunt with cream. They couldn't seem to get enough of each other. Day-in and day-out, Jill and Sam would suck and fuck for hours on end. Other pursuits and pleasures were ignored or put off in favor of sex.
CHAPTER 4
"Bye Sam," Jill called from the entrance hall. "Your supper is in the oven. I won't be late," she added while floating out the door. Her best diamonds, a floor-length, black gown, and a mink stole adorned her exquisite body.
In the first few weeks with Sam, she had done little socializing; now she was on her way to a cocktail party for potential backers of a new Broadway musical. Sam was curled up in front of the TV set, a pastime to which he devoted at least eight hours a day.
Life was good to him. Although he and Jill had rarely gone outdoors, a simple phone call brought prompt delivery of food and drink.. Jill had provided him with a new wardrobe, membership at a local gym where he could work out, and spending cash.
Yet, as he sipped from a bottle of imported stout and watched the action-packed Western, he was thinking of another woman-Ingrid, the Swedish maid who came in three times a week. While Jill was his benefactor and her body thrilled him as much as any he had known, a hint of discontent was setting in, a discontent that only variety could subdue.
Four hours later, a dozen empty bottles lay at his feet and his thoughts continued to revert to Ingrid. He heard Jill enter, and since he also heard the voice of another man, Sam didn't greet her as he usually did.
Jill and Herbert Barclay sat on the small couch in the library. A rich and powerful banker, he had shuttled his wife off to Paris and intended to play while the cat was away. He immediately wrapped an arm around the sultry beauty who was nearly twenty years his junior. Barclay had been chasing Jill for many months. After insisting on seeing her home, he had invited himself in. Jill considered him lecherous but harmless.
She rose and stirred a pitcher of chilly, dry martinis. Herbert, who was hopelessly drunk, followed her. As she poured, he placed a hand on her buttocks and said, "Very nice, verrrry nice." Jill ignored him, hoping to cool him off.
"Now, ah, baby, what do you say you and I, ah, shall we say, have a little funsy-wunsy? " Barclay said as he reached under her arm and cupped her right tit. He thought he was being cute. Jill didn't think so. She broke away from him.
"Herbert, I really wish you wouldn't," she tartly admonished him. But he had been craving her for so long that he wouldn't be put off. He pursued her and grabbed both her tits, this time with more determination.
"Lay off, damn it! I'm not kidding!," she snapped at him after spinning away. Herbert was drunk and horny to begin with, and now anger erupted from the fertile soil of intimidation and frustration.
He lassoed her in his arms and slobbered desperate kisses on her neck. Jill fell backward, knocking over a small end-table. She tried to push him away but couldn't. Her diamond broach fell to the floor as he groped for her tits. There was a rip. The top of her dress hung from her waist. He clawed off her flimsy bra with a single swipe. He pinched her tits until they hurt.
Jill tried to call for help, but nothing came out. Then Herbert's sweaty palm covered her mouth. He backed her up to the couch and fell on top of her. With his hand rubbing her thighs and slowly forcing them apart, Jill thought of the terrible incident with Jack and how she had resolved to never again get herself into such a fix. But here she was, fighting off Herbert Barclay and losing the battle. Oh, Christ, am I always the one who has to be victimized? she wondered.
She twisted around in attempts to steer her bare tits away from his mouth. As he drooled on the creamy flesh, his left hand found the pantied softness of her crotch. He was in a furor. Jill knew alerting Sam was her only hope. Herbert ripped off her dress. She struggled, summoning all her energy. He yanked off her Gucci half-slip. Then he made the fatal error of uncovering her mouth and using the hand to pin her at the base of her neck.
"Sam! Help! Help! Quick! Sam!," she bellowed. She realized it might have been her last chance. Jill prayed that he had heard her.
"Oh, now, baby, you shouldn't have done that. I know there's no one here," Barclay scolded her in the hushed tones and fiery eyes of a maniac. Before clamping his hand back on her mouth, he slapped her across the side of the head. With her ear ringing, she kicked her feet. But he had her panties to her knees. Her stockings were almost one big run. He bit her cherry-red nipples and slapped her again.
Jill was close to a complete break-down. She felt herself on the verge of tears. But just when she had resigned herself to the fact that Sam hadn't received her distress call, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Barclay looked into her eyes. Seeing them staring over his shoulder, he turned. He suddenly winced. It was Sam, peering at him and Jill. Her condition told him all he needed to know. So, when Barclay snobbishly said, "This is a private matter, boy ... leave immediately ... tend to your chores," Sam didn't move. His shirt hung open to the waist. He puffed up his chest and clenched his fists. It was the "boy" that had done it, compounding the anger that one glance at Jill had wrought. She pulled up her panties.
"Teach him a lesson," she said to Sam as she got up, her huge breasts jiggling when she moved. She knew that Herbert knew he couldn't raise a stink without his wife being told everything.
Sam seized the front of his ruffled shirt and lifted him onto his toes. He threw him toward the door. Sam wasn't intending to really hurt him, until Barclay made another serious miscalculation. "Get your hands off me, you nigger! Don't you know who I am?," he shouted.
Sam wound up and delivered a short, right chop. His fist crashed into Barclay's rib cage, doubling him over. As he sank to his knees holding his gut, Sam smoothly landed a karate chop to the back of his neck. Acting with hardly any apparent effort, Sam finished the job by slugging him squarely across the bridge of his nose.
Jill cringed and made sure Sam stopped. She didn't want Sam to kill him. She also greatly admired the ease and authority he had displayed. Barclay moaned. A trickle of blood ran down his face from the spot where Sam's knuckle had broken his skin. Sam stood still, towering over his prey.
Minutes later, he ushered Barclay out the door. Barclay, knowing he had met his match, didn't even bother with parting threats; he just wanted to get out of there.
"I'm really OK," Jill said as Sam led her into the master bedroom. He surveyed the damage on her body and found nothing serious. She thanked him profusely. His swift, powerful strikes were vivid in her mind. It excited her and made her appreciate him all the more, although she never thought Sam's physical prowess would be tapped in the role of a bodyguard.
Soon Jill had been soothed and rested. Sam kissed her hard on the mouth. Barclay hadn't so upset her that she didn't want Sam: she sucked on his probing, darting tongue and then poked hers into his open mouth.
He stroked her tits and traced the outline of her scarlet nipples with his fingers. By the time his tongue touched her heaving mounds, the nipples had grown dark and stiff. He tenderly kissed them and sucked them. His hands roamed along her legs, arousing Jill steadily.
Then he stood and threw off his shirt and dropped his pants and shorts. When he stepped out of them, Jill was unhooking her garters. While she pulled the belt from beneath her, Sam was peeling off her stockings. His hardon waved proudly with his movements. Jill was very hungry for him and, as she watched him slowly unroll them, she cursed herself for wearing stockings with a long dress in the first place.
But finally Sam was ready, after pulling off her panties Jill spread her legs as Sam fell on top of her. His enormous black stick dug into her hairy mound, and as they writhed in a feverish embrace, it stabbed against her cunt lips and dragged along the insides of her upper thighs.
Sucking her lovely tits, Sam rubbed her cunt slit. Then he pushed a finger in between her fat lips and caressed her clit. It was slimy and hot, and Sam brought the little sex button to full erection. Keeping one finger on her clitty, he plunged another into her cunt and flailed it in and out.
Jill was excited to a fever pitch. When Sam began going down on her, she had to stop him. "Now, Sam, NOW!," she whispered. Her hand held his head firmly on her belly. She just couldn't wait. Sam looked at her for a second, saying nothing, which was usual for him.
If that was what Jill wanted, it was fine with Sam. His stiff cock was bleating and begging for her. So he carefully mounted her and prepared to drive it home. But, as the knob of his hardon brushed along her dripping, hair-surrounded trough, she reached down and anxiously pulled it toward her.
Her knees were already poised high in the air and spread a yard apart. Sam had never seen her so impatient, but it exhilarated him, as his manly protection from Barclay had her. Arching her pelvis above the sheet, Jill suddenly felt his giant prick tear into her hot cunt.
She gasped and hugged him tight. Another powerful thrust and his battering ram was tightly encased in her shaft. But their pubic bushes remained pressed together for only a fraction of a second. Sam withdrew slowly, her wet, elastic cunt muscles clinging to his prong, and then screwed his way back inside until the tapered knob smacked the murky pit of her cunt.
Jill groaned with delight as he drilled her. Sam twisted his ass around and fucked with delicious slowness. Throbbing with unparalleled desire, her cunt bucked back and forth. But he increased the pace very gradually nevertheless, asserting his pre-eminence, which Jill loved.
A few minutes later, his ass was bobbing up and down, his balls slapping against her ass-crack.
Panting and sweating, she clawed her fingertips into his firm, round buttocks. Rocking together as one, his prick rampaged in and out of her scorching pussy. Feeling her way, Jill's hand descended into his ass-crack and a finger wormed into his tight, recessed asshole. She pumped it in and out of his shithole in time to his lightning-fast fuck-strokes.
Each of them was on the brink. Sam drove his tool into her with everything he had, and then-BANG!-he exploded in her hot hole. Between the first two surges of rich cream, Jill came. She moaned and whimpered, her body vibrating as electric love-rays of sheer joy shocked her and made her head reel. Her cunt juice gushed and gushed, tumbling into a sweet rendezvous with his spitting cream.
Soon they settled down, the shattering throes of the titanic dual-orgasm having run their course. Sam slid his limp cock out of her satisfied cunt and lay beside her, his long arms circling her chest. Feeling dazed and light as a feather, Jill told him how wonderful she thought he was. She loved him and said as much, in soft whispers of total sincerity.
After taking a shower together, they hopped back into bed. Sharing a Camel, they talked about the incident with Herbert Barclay. Jill found it impossible to thank him enough, because lurking in the back of her mind was the nightmare with Jack when there had been no Sam around to save her.
Jill wanted to reward him. Following a long silence, she asked him, "Isn't there something you wish, some gift I can thank you with?"
Sam thought of the material benefits that had accrued to him. "No, Jill, I think you've already "
"Think!," she interrupted.
Sam ticked off the blessings that had changed his life. "There's the clothes ... this place ... the gym ... money ... food ... everything I could ask for," he mumbled, and then was quick to add, "and especially you!"
Jill expected that. Her next question stunned him: "You've been giving Ingrid the eye, haven't you? She's a beauty. How about her?"
Sam wisely didn't deny it. "It's only human nature ... he explained with a worried, look. Jill laughed and told him to relax. Saying that any man would desire her, she convinced him that she wasn't insulted.
"She'll be in Monday morning. I'll be out shopping, so she's all yours. Good luck," Jill announced.
For the first time in weeks, Sam was up early Monday morning. When he wasn't in bed with Jill, he had been thinking of her all weekend. Ingrid was very pleased that Sam had struck up a conversation with her; up to that point, their relationship had been formal and business-like, since neither of them wanted to risk overstepping their bounds.
As Ingrid dusted and vacuumed, Sam walked with her from room to room. The Swedish import was a big girl, almost an Amazon. Sam gazed at her enormous jugs-they were even bigger than Jill's. Although she was almost six feet tall, she was in no way fat. She wasn't even hefty, moved with grace and flowing ease.
Her wide hips flared below her tiny waist. Sam drooled at the sight of her wobbling buttocks that tested the fabric of her tight-fitting, white uniform. The shy Ingrid had long, blonde hair and a pretty face-almost the epitome of what a Swedish girl should be.
Sam chatted with her through her lunch hour. After she finished eating, Sam decided the time was right. He didn't feel he was capable of waiting much longer. He had heard stories from friends in the tropics about how Scandinavian women loved black men. He hoped Ingrid was no exception.
She walked to the master bedroom next, with Sam tagging closely behind. Before she had a chance to begin tidying up, however, Sam gathered her in his arms. She was reluctant at first, but once Sam had Frenched her lovely mouth, her resistance disappeared.
His embrace was tight, and Ingrid eagerly plastered her front against his and squirmed occasionally. Sam told her that "Miss Cox" wouldn't return for hours. As Jill had suspected and Sam had hoped, Ingrid had been sneaking looks at him for quite a while. She hadn't touched a man like Sam since she left Europe. He soon felt the force of her pent-up desires.
After lingering on her splendid jugs, Sam's hands worked on the buttons of her starched-white uniform. Besides her bra, she wore only a slip; Sam could see through the semi-invisible garment that she didn't bother with panties. He kicked off his sandals and stripped off his shirt. Ingrid stepped out of the uniform, which was piled around her ankles.
As he kissed her mouth, they fell onto the bed. Their hands danced upon each other's bodies, exploring and caressing. Momentarily, Sam freed her bra and pulled it off. At the sight of her exposed tits, Sam could barely believe his eyes. He stared in complete amazement for an instant. Her luscious tits seemed too beautiful to be real. The perfect flesh ran in graceful lines to stark, rosy nipples that were each two inches in diameter.
Positive they were real, Sam hastily dove into them. He kneaded them and rubbed them. His palm grazed her proud nipples to arousal while he kissed her mouth, then down to her neck and shoulders, and finally to the fleshy foothills.
He hungrily kissed her tits and licked them. Her incredible nipples shone like red lights. Ingrid purred with delight when he sucked them into his wet mouth and bit on them. Sam was hard as a rock from lusting after her. He stood and undressed entirely. She helped him pull off her slip.
His black body covered her ivory-white nakedness. He rubbed her long and shapely legs. Soon his hand cupped her very dense crop of light brown cunt hair. Instinctively, she spread for him.
Sam finished sucking her tits for the time being. His kiss moved across her flat belly, past her navel, and into her hairy triangle. His body trembled, his prick throbbed up and down in a three-inch arc. He was hornier than he imagined he would be-and that was quite a bit!
Ingrid was melting under his skillful love-making. When his wet lips drenched a path through her cunt hair, she hiked up her knees in passionate anticipation. Sam knelt between her legs and bent over. His puckered mouth became glued to her pink opening. "Ahhh ... yes ... ooohh," Ingrid gasped.
Sam paused for a second. He plucked a hair out of his mouth. His fingers separated her glistening outer lips until his tongue darted inside. One heavy whiff of her cunt-breath made him so excited he thought he'd shoot. She quivered her hips and revolved her ass when he lapped her clit. Her cunt had a tangy flavor that Sam was wild for. He tongued deep into her sticky, simmering pussy and locked his lips onto her oval opening.
Ingrid cooed and groaned. She flopped her head from side to side in ecstasy. As Sam chewed on her delicious cunt, she clapped her thighs against the sides of his skull ... and then she locked her legs around it. Sam sucked like a madman, and the longer he ate her spicy shaft, the hotter and wetter it grew.
Although she could sense an imminent orgasm, Ingrid couldn't bring herself to stop him. Sam suddenly felt the muscles of her thighs flexing.
Ingrid simultaneously arched her back and twisted. She shrieked uncontrollably while pulsating torrents of cunt juice bubbled into Sam's mouth.
He sucked very hard and spooned her come into his mouth with his tongue. Sam slurped up as much of the precious load as he could, loving the taste so much that he could never get enough. She thrashed through a fit of sweet, mind-spinning pleasure, but Sam kept sucking and swallowing.
And he didn't stop after she had become somewhat subdued; instead, Sam tongued her gaping cunt, lifting her off the launching pad toward another climax.
When he could feel her well on the way, he draped his body across her spread-eagled frame. He groped for a split second and then crashed his rasping prick into her hot, spongy cunt. With her lush tits sliding under his broad, black chest, Ingrid twitched and bit into her lower lip as she felt his timber splitting her middle.
Sam picked up the beat. While his hips jerked back and forth at a frightening clip, Ingrid struggled to keep pace. Rocking her cunt with blinding speed, she let her jaw hang open. Droplets of sweat rolled down her forehead onto her closed eyelids.
"I'm gonna come ... gonna come," Sam's low, guttural voice decreed. His sperm burst forth a second later. He buried his mighty fuck-stick in her shaft as his balls emptied. Ingrid squirmed in a frenzy while his waves of white cream filled her boiling pussy, but she couldn't quite come again.
Aware of this, Sam, after a brief rest, hauled out his softening cock and knelt over her cunt once again. Her bush was sopping wet. Cream and cunt oil overflowed her pink opening. He dipped his mouth to it and began sucking and tonguing. The taste of his own sticky come didn't bother him in the least. Mauling her tits with his hands and gnawing on her burning clit, he brought her to the orgasm she had just missed.
With the taste still fresh in his mouth, Sam watched her dress. While he rested, Ingrid would work as rapidly as possible and then return to him. So, for the next hour, she scurried around the penthouse, a bundle of scouring, dusting, sweeping energy.
During the interim, Sam had moved from the bedroom to his favorite easy chair in front of the TV. Upon finding him, Ingrid kissed him firmly on the mouth. Then she dropped to her knees on the floor. She rubbed his legs and jerked his cock to a super-hardness. Sam spread his legs and draped them across the arms of the chair.
Licking her lips in anticipation, Ingrid fumbled with his zipper. After lowering it, she reached in and pulled out his stiff prick. It sprung to attention. Then Sam unbuckled his belt. Ingrid promptly slid his pants and shorts down to just above his knees. He settled lower in the chair.
"Ah, so beautiful!," Ingrid beamed in her heavily-accented English as she held his big nuts in her upturned palms. She admired them for a second more before lowering her mouth to them.
Her soft, red lips smeared saliva all over his fuzzy ball-sack.
Sam heaved a deep sigh when she sucked on them and lapped them. All the while, her fist gripped the base of his jutting tool and pumped up and down. Sam could already see that she was an expert and he was in for the time of his life.
Ingrid moved her mouth to his cock. Her tongue licked up and down the sensitive skin of his mighty black staff. Fondling his heavy balls, she lathered up the entire organ until it was straining above his squirming buttocks, whereupon she began to feed it into her mouth.
Ever so delicately, her O-shaped lips covered the smooth, blood-filled bulb. Her tongue caressed his taut flesh and lapped around his ripe ring. Inch by wonderful inch, Ingrid sucked him into her loving mouth. A minute later, the domed head was pushed against the back of her throat.
With her tongue darting crazily upon his prick, she slid her tight lips up and down the shiny stick. Sam was being tantalized and tormented. With time, she sucked faster and faster. Her mouth bobbed with piston speed, furiously sucking the life out of him. Sam was oblivious to the TV.
As his cock wailed in and out of her mouth, Sam felt the pressure building ... and building ... and then the dike burst. The first spurt of hot cream hit with such power that it almost stunned her. But Ingrid fought off the tendency to choke and gag; she sucked on his spitting tool as cream cascaded into her mouth.
She gulped down the squirting load and sucked for more. Ingrid loved the taste of the black man's thick juice. She savored it and swished it around in her mouth before digesting the bittersweet fluid. When it was a mere ooze, her dedicated lips and tongue and hands milked the last of the gooey sperm out of Sam's slick cock.
By the time he finally opened his eyes, Ingrid had left. She busily completed the remainder of her chores and kissed Sam good-bye before Jill arrived. "See you Wednesday!," he shouted to her.
When Jill did arrive, she was anxious to know what had happened with Ingrid. But one look at Sam provided her with the answer. Nonetheless, she insisted that he go through all the details. She felt triumphant about the fine reward Sam had been presented with.
CHAPTER 5
Between Monday and Wednesday, Jill had made Sam run through all the details of his escapade with Ingrid a half dozen times. For reasons she didn't care to fathom, the mental image she conjured while listening made her very excited.
Eventually, she came to the conclusion that she had to be around on Wednesday afternoon. And, in the back of her mind, Jill harbored the notion that maybe she too could participate. So, on Tuesday night, she and Sam established a plan for the following afternoon.
Shortly after greeting Ingrid early Wednesday morning, Jill departed. She had a considerable amount of time to kill. After traipsing through fashionable boutiques in the East Fifties and purchasing a dress, two blouses and a pantsuit, she suffered through a Hollywood movie, then had a long lunch with a girl friend.
Finally, it was time to return to her apartment. Sam, her co-conspirator, would have assured Ingrid that they would be alone all afternoon. Then, while they were indulging in sexual pleasures, she would pop in "unexpectedly."
Arriving at the agreed-upon time, Jill quietly entered and tip-toed to the master bedroom. Since the door was open a crack, she watched for a few minutes before walking in. Luscious Ingrid was on the bed, her back resting against the head-board. Her knees were folded so her heels touched her ass-cheeks. The hem of her uniform was riding above her waist.
Sam, completely naked, had his head thrust between her bare thighs. His forearms steadied her mid-section as his mouth excited her poised cunt slit. Jill grew very hot from watching Sam kiss and suck her pussy.
Since she had already paused longer than the plan called for, Jill suddenly barged in. After taking a few casual, carefree steps, she stopped. Staring at the couple, she brought her hand to her mouth in an expression of horror and shock. The plan worked like a charm.
Before Jill could say anything, Ingrid gasped, "OH MY GOD!" She looked like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar. Desperately tugging on the hem of her uniform, she lowered it and hopped to her feet. At the same time, she began spouting incomprehensible explanations. Suppressing the urge to giggle, Jill listened, trying to look stern and upset.
Ingrid soon became even more distraught: Jill shut the door, calmly sat down in a nearby chair and said, "Please continue-don't let me interrupt you." Several minutes were required to convince Ingrid that she was serious.
Then, although still perplexed and confused, Ingrid reclined and spread her legs for Sam. He licked her curly cunt hairs and drew her lips apart. While she looked askance at Jill, Sam shoved his tongue past her pink folds of damp outer lips. His wildly-sucking mouth soon was dominating Ingrid's consciousness.
After five minutes, Jill took off her shoes and untucked her blouse. As she watched Sam whip Ingrid's clitoris with his tongue, Jill curled her legs under her, without making any effort to pull down her skirt. Her presence was no longer interfering with the joy Ingrid was deriving from the cunt-sucking. Groaning and squealing, she languished in the marvelous throes. Sam gnashed her pert clitty between his teeth and fired his tongue deep into her slippery hole.
Jill felt as if her pussy was ablaze. The more she watched, the hotter she seemed to get. She spread her legs and stuck a hand under her skirt, then slid her hand up her leg until she was caressing the bare flesh above her stocking.
Upon reaching her crotch, Jill wasn't surprised in the least to find that her silky panties were sopping wet. She half-expected to cream in her pants the instant she touched her pussy, and almost did. Ingrid was shocked to see Jill playing with herself, but, as she had already done, the Amazon temptress soon was able to overcome the unexpected.
Then Sam stopped eating Ingrid. With her cunt juice coating his lips, he rolled off to the far side of the bed. True to the plan, he was striving to remain as inconsequential as possible, leaving the stage to the two femmes for the time being.
Jill immediately stood up. She coolly unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged it off, and flipped it aside. Eyeing the maid, she said, "Ingrid, dear, come help me get these clothes off." For an unguarded moment, the Scandinavian girl's eyes lit up.
She coyly sat up. Jill perched beside her on the edge of the bed. From the time Sam had revealed that she was not adverse to tree-wheeling sex, Ingrid had represented an enticing object of Jill's affections, one of the few women in her young life that she had wanted.
After Ingrid released her bra, Jill stripped it off. Next came her skirt, which Ingrid neatly folded. Jill then gazed into Ingrid's pleading eyes and, a few seconds later, kissed her lightly on the mouth. Ingrid helped escalate the passion of their caress, and soon their mouths were grinding together, their tongues intertwining.
Ingrid was so horny that her entire body was shaking. Starting at her ankles, she feverishly licked Jill's legs. As her mouth ascended toward the tops of the nylon mesh, Jill hooked her thumbs under the elastic waist-band of her skimpy panties.
Jill swung her stockinged legs up onto the bed. Tugging upward with her thumbs, the tiny bikini panties became buried between her cunt lips. She gyrated wildly as Ingrid lapped the sloping, white insides of her thighs. Her abundant cunt hair was more outside than inside her panties.
Ingrid sweltered and lapped like a pussycat. At one point, Jill rolled over to display her moon-shaped buttocks. The fabric of her panties was almost completely pulled into her ass-crack. Ingrid rubbed her cheeks in tight little circles and planted wet kisses upon them.
After she had rolled over again, Ingrid licked and kissed the sensitive region at the tops of her thighs, only inches away from her sweet pussy. She sucked on the tufts of golden cunt hair. While Jill unsnapped her garters, Ingrid was desperately trying to poke her tongue under the leg of her panties in order to kiss her juicy cunt.
Then Ingrid rolled down her stockings, one at a time, kissing the bare skin as it was revealed. As Ingrid slid the second balled-up stocking past her toes, Jill threw off her garter belt. She got on her hands and knees. Ingrid kissed the backs of her thighs and the shapely softness of her ass-cheeks.
Her adventuresome mouth freely salivated, making her buttocks gleam. At the same time, Ingrid yanked her panties down to her knees. Jill revolved her pretty ass and closed her eyes in ecstasy as Ingrid's tongue and lips followed her hands, which were pushing her ass-cheeks apart.
While Ingrid's tongue was burrowing through hair, Sam closed the draperies and flicked on the stereo. The swashbuckling black man was sporting a mammoth hardon; from seeing the girls go at each other, he was homier than ever.
Jill arched her back like a tigress, basking in the delights of feeling Ingrid's wet tongue tease her brown anus-ring. She spread her knees farther apart, allowing Ingrid to drag her tongue toward the front of her dark canyon. When her mouth touched her dripping cunt, Jill cringed and jerked spasmodically, all the while damning herself for waiting so long before initiating such an affair with statuesque Ingrid.
Then she flopped onto her side. After ripping off her panties in a flash, Ingrid nestled her face in her crotch. Jill raised her knees and leaned back on her elbows as Ingrid ferociously ate her steaming cunt. Tidal waves of pleasure made her head spin. Ingrid Frenched her ripe clit and stroked her thighs. Jill spread her knees to the limit, pleading with Ingrid to swoop into her hot shaft. When she responded by delving her tongue three inches deep and lapping her belching cunt with abandon, Jill whimpered, "Ah, yes, perfect, my dear, absolutely ... perfect."
Following a few minutes of bliss that seemed like an hour or a day to Jill, her maid returned to her stiff ditty. While sucking very hard on her cunt lips, Ingrid alternately nibbled on her ultra-sensitive little bead and lashed it with her long tongue.
To the accompaniment of British blues-based rock music, Jill reeled under the excruciating pleasure of the wonderful pussy-lapping. When she felt herself on the verge of passing out, she climaxed. Flapping and tensing her hips, she unleashed a volley of sex-spasms. Ingrid continued eating her clit until she calmed down.
With her head swimming in the aftermath, Jill opened her eyes to see Ingrid turning to Sam. She kissed the crown of his throbbing hardon and squeezed his bloated nuts. Then she jerked him off and licked his wrinkled, black scrotum.
Sam grew impatient. He got to his knees and immediately straddled Ingrid's neck. He moved up a little, planting each knee adjacent to her ears, sliding his dangling balls along her neck in the process. The nub of his hardon waved proudly over her mouth.
While Sam reached forward to stuff a pillow under her head, Ingrid opened her mouth. Her tongue leaped out and caressed the smooth, domed head of his fat prick. He slowly rocked forward, sliding his hot cock into her waiting mouth.
Ingrid grasped the base of his organ with one hand as more and more of it slid past her lips. With the other, she reached behind him to rub his firm buttocks. Soon he was fucking her in the mouth every bit as much as she was blowing him. With each stroke, all but an inch or two of his oversized prick disappeared in her mouth.
Her hand pushed into his ass-crack. She fondled his tight asshole before poking a finger inside. As she loosened his sphincter, Sam was balling her mouth with ever-increasing speed. With his balls dancing on her chin, she drove her finger in and out of his shithole.
Jill had been quietly watching the pair, growing homier all the time until she had to masturbate herself, but now even that wouldn't suffice. She
; motioned for Sam to pull out, which he did.
Then she promptly took over. Pouncing on Ingrid, she eagerly tongued her mouth while her hands roamed up and down her arms and legs. She slipped a hand inside her bra to cup and pinch her tits. As she kissed her way down past her neck to the top of her bra, Jill's fingers roused her big nipples to coarse, prickly awareness.
In a severe state of fire-and-ice desire, Jill stripped off her uniform. While she gazed through her forest of pubic hair, Ingrid unhooked her bra. Then Jill raised her head in time to lift the bra cups by herself. Like Sam, she was startled by the swollen beauty of Ingrid's luscious tits.
"Ingrid, my love, those are certainly the finest I've ever seen," she whispered.
"Oh, thank you, ma'am," she replied, blushing.
Her face hovering over the gigantic mounds, Jill hungrily massaged them. Compared to them, her hands seemed like those of an infant. Marvelling at their perfect shape, Jill soon ducked her mouth to them. She kissed and licked over hill and dale. The nipples were so dark a red that they bordered on actually being brown. Her tongue circled the perimeter, and, while she kissed the ripe buds, Ingrid writhed beneath her.
Only a minute later, Jill was sucking and biting on the lovely walnuts, while her hand slid up her thigh to rub her tangle of cunt hair. Ingrid cast her legs apart. Taking the cue, she dabbed a finger into the slit and titillated Ingrid's slimy clit.
Jill pummeled her deep cunt with a pair of fingers, while her thumb quivered atop her hot clit. Ingrid groaned and gasped, progressing steadily toward heaven. When Jill replaced her fingers with her tongue, Ingrid was well on her way; in fact, she only lapped her frothy cunt for half a minute before Ingrid creamed in her mouth.
"Agghh ... Ohhh ... OOOOOH!," she cried as her cunt juice spilled toward Jill's appreciative mouth. Ingrid was thrashing so wildly that it took immense effort for Jill to keep her lips clamped onto her pink cunt-opening. But she was up to the task, hardly missing a single drop, largely due to the excellent flavor. It was the spiciest, sharpest-tasting cunt she had ever known.
After swallowing her juices, Jill crouched over Sam, who was lying flat on his back on the other side of the big, bouncy bed. Her knees bending slowly, Jill lowered herself onto his rockhard tool. She winced as the black prick met her cunt lips, which her fingers were pulling wide apart.
Then she took her weight off her legs. Simple gravity forced her wet cunt to slide all the way down to the hairy base of his pole in one quick stroke. "SSSHIT!!," Jill shrieked at the crude entry. She felt like her fragile cunt muscles were being slashed to ribbons.
But pleasure rapidly displaced the pain as Sam proceeded to power in and out of her slobbering shaft. Jill closed her eyes and drank in the unbounded joy his strokes were delivering. It seemed like she was bouncing on a trampoline, being propelled ten feet into the air with every mighty lunge. To keep her from losing her balance and falling off, Sam pressed his spread palms on the tops of her thighs.
After a few minutes, Ingrid decided to join the fun. With her amazingly-large tits drooping and jiggling, she crawled over to the fornicating couple. In the beginning, she didn't know what to do; she gazed at Jill jerking and rocking up and down, getting more infused with desire by the second.
Then she got an idea. Kneeling between Sam's outstretched legs, Ingrid burrowed her head under Jill's ass and, extending her tongue, licked his black rod as it charged in and out of Jill's dripping cunt. When not resting it on his hard-driving prick, her tongue excited Jill's pink cunt lips.
Although Jill leaned forward to accommodate her, Ingrid was nevertheless getting socked in the head by her bouncing buttocks. But she considered the headache well worth it-she was having the time of her life.
Ingrid subsequently slid her tongue back to Jill's asshole. After pushing some stray, hairs out of the way, she sucked her dark, round, crinkled opening and worked the tip of her horny tongue into her anus. She shoved it deeper and deeper into Jill's tight shithole and lapped like crazy. Unfortunately, however, Jill soon creamed and thrashed with such furor that Ingrid was unable to keep her tongue submerged in her ass.
But she wasn't discouraged. While Sam continued to fuck Jill, Ingrid moved around to her front. She rubbed and sucked her flouncing tits, driving Jill insane with delight. Then the sexy maid sat on Sam's face. His tongue skewered into her hot hole the instant Ingrid plopped her cunt onto his mouth.
Following several delicious minutes during which Sam coordinated his screwing and cunt-sucking, the girls switched places. Ingrid undulated on his bony tool briefly and then bathed it in gushing cunt juice. Only a few seconds later, Jill unleashed another shattering orgasm. As her torrents of come flowed into his mouth, she squirmed so uncontrollably that her bush almost smothered him!
While the girls regained their bearings, they were fully aware of the fact that Sam was yet to be satisfied. And neither of them intended to ignore his still-rigid cock; they took turns sucking him off, each one hoping her mouth would be blessed with his onslaught of cream.
As it happened, Ingrid was the lucky one. But a split second after he popped his load, Jill snatched away his spitting prick and stuffed it in her mouth. Her adam's apple bobbed back and forth while she energetically sucked out the salty-sweet liquid she loved so much. Ingrid recaptured the prize just in time to gulp down the final oozes of Sam's thick cream.
Shortly, Ingrid began to get dressed in great haste. The naive lass was under the impression that she was bound to finish her chores before leaving. Jill stared at her, doubting her seriousness. Then the irony of the vignette hit her. Amid gales of laughter, Jill said, "Ingrid, please! Forget your duties and relax." Even Sam snickered.
A while later, Jill glanced at the clock. Noticing that it would soon be time for Ingrid to be on her way, she concentrated on getting in her last licks. Jill latched her mouth onto Ingrid's tasty pussy. Sucking and lapping with fervor, she quickly had Ingrid writhing convulsively and pointing her shapely legs straight into the air.
As she ate Ingrid's flaming shaft, Jill experienced an additional thrill-Sam drilled one finger into her cunt and, with the other hand, another into her asshole. His double entry, pumping in perfect unison, stimulated Jill to chew on Ingrid's cunt more furiously than ever.
Soon, Jill was swallowing her milky excretion, her mouth riding atop her tilted, hot-bucking cunt. When it was over, Ingrid lay in a daze. Jill helped her dress and rewarded her with a ten dollar bill, which Ingrid refused to accept until after ten minutes of persuasion.
CHAPTER 6
A call from the doorman told Jill that her limousine had arrived. So she bid Sam farewell and walked to the elevator. It was Saturday morning; she was leaving to attend a society wedding in Boston and wouldn't return until Sunday evening.
Taking Sam along was out of the question, and it was just as well. For two weeks Jill and Sam and Ingrid had been engaged in a virtual non-stop orgy. Ingrid had been spending nights with them and, while there was no problem with the vibrations, Sam was beginning to get restless once again. Jill sensed this.
She realized that, in the long-run, it was best to leave Sam free to roam alone and get the sexual wanderlust out of his system. Otherwise she feared he would split, despite the luxury and benefits heaped upon him. After all, New York was loaded with young, rich women who would jump at the chance to take him in.
When it was dark, Sam traveled cross-town to the swinging singles bars on First Avenue. With no difficulty, he picked up a "teenybopper" who was also on the make. His race proved an asset, not a liability. Like many others, Sally was a guilt-ridden daughter of the middle class eager to put her liberal epithets into action. A spade suited her fine.
Sam had immediately picked her out from the throng of plastic-hip drinking, smoking, dancing young singles. Sally was a smooth-skinned chick of sixteen, who looked younger, with very long, straight black hair. She was of average height and, although appearing a bit frail, her trim body had lovely curves.
After chatting in the noisy bar for an hour, they left for Jill's swank apartment. Sally was amazed by the place but was cool enough not to pepper him with questions. Reclining in the oak-paneled library, they listened to music. Then Sally pulled a pipe out of her purse and sprinkled grass into the bowl from a pill bottle.
It was good stuff-a half dozen tokes apiece got them very stoned. In his doped-up condition, Sam wanted Sally more than ever. He gazed at her cute, pristine figure. Her beige miniskirt was pulled up to just below her panties, revealing her slender but shapely legs. Her blue men's work shirt was tight across her straining tits. He thought she was an extremely enticing little morsel.
While Sally was in the thick of a monologue about the criminality of the Vietnam War, he sidled closer to her. Ignoring her words, Sam put his arm around her. He pulled her close. She droned on. The muscular black man gently lifted her chin and kissed her pretty mouth. Embracing her tightly, he showered wet caresses on her neck and tongued her ear. She stopped talking.
"Oh, wow! You're such a strong man! ... You won't hurt me, will you Sam?," she asked. Sally was terribly excited by the dashing African, but still slightly reticent about where the whole thing was leading.
"Don't think twice, Sally," was his terse reply. His deep, husky voice thrilled her, besides reassuring her. So she didn't mind when he rubbed her tits while Frenching her mouth. Her breathing grew heavier. Her dainty hands stroked his broad back. Although she was no virgin, Sally was sure that her teeming desire for Sam was different from all the others; she knew in her heart that her relationship with Sam was ten times deeper than anything she had felt, in spite of the fact that they had met only two hours ago. He has so much soul!, she thought as he carefully unbuttoned her shirt.
With her shirt hanging open, Sam petted her tits, which were still held within her tiny, lacey black bra. She hugged and panted as he stuck his thick fingers down into the little cups. Helping him, Sally reached behind her and unhooked it. Sam raised the bra, spilling a pair of firm tits the size and shape of grapefruits.
Once freed, they hardly fell at all. While Sally explained in an apologetic tone that she seldom wore a bra, Sam massaged her proud, lily-white tits. Lightly fingering them and squeezing them, Sam dropped his mouth to her chest.
He dribbled saliva all over her heaving mounds of flesh. Her pert nipples, a light pink a moment ago, became a ripe crimson, replete with stiff, bumpy texture. Between gasps, she slipped off her shirt, quickly followed by his black hands pulling off her bra.
Sally twined her arms around his neck and pored her fingers through his kinky scalp as he kissed her nipples. "Oh, Sam! I love you!," she whimpered when he sucked her sweet blossoms into his mouth. He was so hard that he worried about whether his prick would burst through his zipper.
He stroked her long legs while devouring her young titties. Her sweet-nothings continued, mumbling her love for him. Although her words were going in one ear and out the other, Sam thought it best if he reply to her romantic utterances at least once in a while.
"You're somethin' else, sister," he said in a low voice. His well-chosen words sent Sally into orbit. She felt that his words constituted acceptance of her by the soulful and oppressed masses of long-suffering non-whites the world over. Sam's hand rubbed past the tops of her thighs to excite her crotch while the other rubbed the small of her back.
Sally spread her legs for him. She emitted gasps of hot joy when he dragged his fingers up and down her slit, nearly pushing the sheer fabric up her hole. Her legs spread wider. Sam slipped his hand under her panties and, after teasing her hairy slit, aroused her slimy clitoris.
A minute later, he was sliding her black bikini panties past her ankles. Sally closed her eyes and moaned. They moved to the floor. She lay back and spun her ass on the plush carpet while Sam fingered her pussy.
Kissing her tits good-bye for the time being, he lowered his face to her crotch. Her triangle of shining black cunt hair was small but very dense. His horny mouth dampened her wiry bush.
"Please! ... oh, no, no, no! ... Sam, yes, please! " she pleaded. But he wasn't confused because he wasn't listening-and would have disregarded her constant expressions of rapture anyway. At his gentle urging, she threw her knees as far apart as possible and hiked them up.
Since her miniskirt was pulled up to her waist, Sam didn't bother to remove it. He spread her glistening, pink cunt lips. Surveying her cunt, he fingered it a little more. Hot cunt-breath shrouded his head like a London fog. The pungent odor far exceeded his standards; in fact, it drove him wild.
He smelled his way closer to her slit, as if attracted by a huge magnet. Sam kissed her beautiful pussy lips. Sally lurched and whined. He rubbed his nose in her juicy opening. His powerful arms steadied her hips to mere quivers and occasionally rocking.
Sam hurriedly stripped off all his clothes. When he dropped to his knees, stark naked, in preparation to suck her young cunt some more, Sally opened her eyes. A second later they appeared to be jumping out of their sockets.
"Gosh, Sam, it's so big!," she exclaimed. He smiled at her but said nothing. He again pulled open her cunt to stick his tongue inside. As he licked her pinkish-reddish layers of wet tissue, she almost freaked. He was immune to her shrieks, but her thrashing was so severe that it was a problem only his forearms could solve.
Tonguing past her ripples of hot, wide-stretched tissue, Sam began lapping her stiff little clitoris. He zeroed in on the elusive button and twisted it with his pushing tongue. Her pussy was so delicious that Sam was sure he could eat it for hours at a time.
He sucked on her slit and lapped deep into her tight hole. Sally, purring and sweating, was in constant pattern-less motion. Her clit was munched on, her lips got a more strenuous sucking than she imagined possible. She felt like her belly button was getting lapped from the inside.
Within a few minutes, Sam could leave his throbbing prick dry and loose no longer. He withdrew his tongue and mounted her. Sally was close to having her frail body crushed by his enormous black frame, but she loved it. He aligned the bodies until the tapered head of his cock was firmly pressed against her opening.
Then he threw his hips forward. Sally's breath froze. She was speechless, although her nerves told her to scream. She had a very tight cunt and Sam could only penetrate an inch or two at a time, despite his all-powerful lunges.
But he was determined, so soon his rod had pierced her grudging cunt muscles. As she held him snugly in her shaft, Sally felt incredible pain. But with every slow fuck-stroke, she adjusted-before long, her expanded cunt was delivering electric shock-waves of pleasure to her brain.
Sam was really enjoying her; it had been quite a while since he had fucked such a tight cunt. He pumped her slowly in the beginning, and then quickened his rate of entry. Her fingers wildly groped his back, scratching and wiping. His nuts smacked against her ass-crack. She was so dizzy that her mind had in effect transcended her consciousness and entered a sweet subliminal haze of swirling joy.
Their bodies ground together, Sam screwing her faster and faster. "Ahhh ... I love you, Sam! ... love you! ... ooooh," she wailed as she fired an orgasm. Creaming and spinning her ass and flapping her thighs, she sunk her teeth into his shoulder.
But Sam didn't slow down. He continued to drill his black prick up her white, teenaged hole with all his energy. After a minute more of frantic balling, he blasted his hot load of thick cream into the floor of her cunt. Streaks of high-pitched, pulsating pleasure swept through his body. Although she was almost knocked out, Sally could feel his sperm bubbling into her. They thrashed and bucked like wild animals in heat until he had emptied his balls.
He soon pulled his wet, softening tool out of her sopping pussy. Sally remained delirious for a while, getting her mind and body rearranged. Finally she sat up. She thanked him, reaffirmed her love for him and kissed him hard on the mouth.
Sally felt like she had really accomplished something more than making love; she felt like a real woman!
"I did it like a woman, didn't I?," she asked. "I was good, wasn't I, Sam?" He nodded. He thought that in certain ways she was even better than some women, but didn't say so.
Then it dawned on jubilant Sally that her cunt was still dripping a little cream. She got up and walked to the bathroom, after excusing herself, of course. Sam watched the rhythmic sway of her rounded buttocks as she moved. He was already contemplating fucking her graceful young body for the second time.
But he had to be satisfied with only one shot. While she dressed, Sally explained that she had to be home by midnight-if she broke her curfew, her father wouldn't let her go out for a month. Sam couldn't argue against that.
Embracing at the door, he assured her that, yes, he did want to see her again. And he wasn't lying to her. In fact, he fell asleep thinking about her innocently-sexy little figure.
Early Sunday afternoon, the phone rang. The instant Sam said "Cox residence," Liz Marlowe knew who it was. She and Jill were good friends and, while she had never met Sam, she had listened to Jill rave about him. Liz was calling because she wanted to borrow an art book of Venducci photo engravings. As soon as Sam informed her that 'Miss Cox" was out of town, the wheels in her brain began to turn.
"Well, that's all right," Liz replied, "I spoke to her about it on Thursday. If someone's going to be there, I'd like to come over and pick up the book."
"I'll be here," Sam said.
"Fine. I'll drop by within the hour. Bye," Liz announced and hung up.
At thirty-two, Liz Marlowe had already been through two husbands. The divorces had provided her with more than enough money to suit her extravagant tastes. She was a wild woman, partying every night of the week and always about to fly off to some exclusive resort on the other side of the world.
Sam had no reason to expect anything out of the ordinary-until he met Liz, that is. Although she played hard, she wasn't even ragged around the edges. She wore tight-fitting black bell-bottoms and a thin, lime-green pullover top. After she tossed her brown suede jacket on a chair, Sam couldn't help but notice her pointy nipples straining against the green material. He, too, began to get ideas.
At the same time, Liz was surreptitiously checking out his physique. A look convinced her to stay. Sam mentally drooled over her shaking ass as he followed her into the library. She scanned the shelves, supposedly looking for the book. Liz bent over, stretched high, and twisted her voluptuous body every which way. It was having the desired effect-Sam felt a rumbling in his loins. His cock tensed.
Shortly after they had struck up a conversation, the phone rang. Sam disappeared into the living room to take the call. It was Jill, telling him she wouldn't be back until Monday morning! As if by magic, his freedom was extended, just when he needed to be along with Liz. He didn't mention that she was present; he could always say he forgot in case Jill found out, he reasoned.
Liz had to suppress her delight upon hearing that Jill would spend the night in Boston. For the next half hour, she and Sam talked over cocktails, feeling each other out. Then she got up from the couch and walked to the bookcase.
"Now, about that book...." she said. She searched for a minute or so. "Ah, there it is," she declared, looking up at the top shelf.
Sam volunteered to reach for the book. When he came down with it, Liz confronted him. He turned to hand her the book only to find a few inches between their bodies. Exhibiting a cunning smile, she gazed into his eyes.
She put her hands flat against his chest. "My, you sure are handsome, Sam. I bet the girls are crazy for you," she said in a sultry whisper. While he digested that remark, she ran her hands slowly up and down his front.
He was deliberating whether to take charge, but Liz made the decision for him. Unlike her first passes, her hands didn't stop at his waist. Still staring him in the face and smiling, she rubbed his thighs briefly, and then her hands converged on his cock. Stroking its length, Liz quickly brought his rig to full hardness.
With her aspirations finally in the open, Sam was cleared to express his. He gathered her in his arms and passionately kissed her lush, red lips. As her mouth opened, he thrust his tongue inside and vigorously churned about her clean-tasting teeth, gums, tongue, roof-everywhere.
"You're awfully strong," she said with excitement dripping from her words as he swept her up and carried her into the bedroom. Only 120 pounds were distributed on her five and a half feet, but they had reached the stage where words were not required to be very meaningful!
He dumped her on the bed and fell on top of her. Sam jerked up her pullover to massage her tits. While he concentrated on her dark, hard nipples, Liz unhitched his pants. Grappling with them, she slid them to his knees ... and then off. Sam tore off his shirt while Liz stripped to the waist.
She had to pause for a second because her brown hair got caught in her pullover as it passed her ears. After glancing at Sam's nude body, she stood up and peeled off her slacks and panties. Wearing only two white bikini stripes on her tanned figure, Liz dove on top of him.
She gripped his towering hardon and whipped her fist up and down. The high-society matron became a lusting nympho. She feverishly kissed his chest and shoulders. Sam began to reach for her sparsely-haired cunt, but she stopped him before he could even sit up.
"No, wait," she said, "I want to suck your ass and your cock first." For those reasons, Sam could wait.
Liz licked a path toward his jutting cock. Still jerking it, she lapped his hairy balls like a demon. Sam cupped her hanging tits and rubbed her shapely ass-cheeks. Just when his fingers had dipped into her crack to fondle her asshole and cunt, he had to stop.
Liz tugged upward on his knees. Sam got the hint. He lifted his legs high into the air, over his head, and lowered his toe to the pillow behind him. Placing her hands on the backs of his heavily-muscled thighs, she took a close-up glimpse at his equipment.
Licking her lips, she lowered her head. She dragged her tongue through his valley and settled on his dark, round asshole. Her saliva oiled up his puckered opening. Fingering it apart, she stuck the tip of her tongue inside his dry, rubbery channel. When his muscle relaxed, she worked her way into his squishy hole. The taste and smell of shit made the act all the more enjoyable for Liz.
After several minutes of frenzied licking and sucking, she pulled out of his asshole. The withdrawal of her tongue sounded like the uncorking of a bottle of champagne. While she sucked on his nuts, Sam lowered his legs to a comfortable position.
Liz had him so worked up that he thought he'd cream before she had slurped half of his hot prick into her mouth. He didn't, but he twitched and shimmered like mad. Liz had a thing for cocksucking-she loved it more than anything in the World. From the way she was blowing, it was easy for Sam to know that.
She finger-fucked his asshole and played with his big black nuts as the knob of his tool smacked the back of her throat. Snaking her tongue around it, she took all of his prick into her devoted mouth on each rapid-fire, tight-lipped stroke.
Sam weakly attempted to stop her, actually testing her resolve. When she gave him the expected resistance, he gave up. He was pretty sure that Liz was a woman who would suck to the end; now he knew it for a fact.
Since there was no point in trying to stop her, he relaxed and enjoyed it. Her suck-strokes were going ever-faster. Soon her bobbing head was a blur. Her rich-girl hairdo came undone and flew wildly about. Her tits shook like jello.
Then Sam flexed every muscle in his body and shut his eyes. The pressure built to the breaking point. Suddenly he arched his ass off the sheet. He "oohed" and "ahhed" a bit when his hot cream gushed into her mouth. Liz enthusiastically sucked up the rich, white gravy as fast as it spurted. Swallowing intermittently, she sucked the life out of him.
When the flow ended, she lowered the slick organ into the palm of her hand. She licked the tiny slit on the summit and drank the product. Then she ran her tight fist up and down his black hose, coaxing the rest of his sperm out. As it emerged, she expertly caught it on the tip of her tongue and flipped it into her mouth and gulped it down. She was that thorough because she loved the wild flavor and feeling, thus treasuring every single drop.
While Sam rested, Liz pranced into the bar and returned with two tumblers filled with strong scotch sours. For the next half hour, they drank and talked, with Liz doing most of the talking. After she said, "Sam, that was fantastic ... we must get together more often" with a twinkle in her eye, the ensuing chatter expressed the same basic idea.
As he listened, Sam came to the realization that it would be easy to leave Jill and adopt Liz for a "sponsor" if it ever became necessary. The thought made him feel good, because, while there were no problems between them, not knowing anyone in New York made him bound to Jill, a sort of willing captive; and he valued his freedom. He enjoyed knowing that he could always split if he felt so moved.
Although he could not yet tell how life with Liz would work out, he was sure of one thing-she was a piece of ass who liked wild sex and a lot of it. He thought of telling her that she could easily make a few hundred bucks a night as a hooker, but decided that it might not be taken as a compliment.
Her actions arrested his daydreams. She licked his cock, stimulating it to metal hardness in a matter of moments. Then she fed it into her mouth and, before he had a chance to go after her cunt, she was again Frenching him like mad.
Sam loved it, but he wanted to ball also. So, with great difficulty, he stopped her. Liz began to ask him what the problem was, but he was kissing her coral cunt lips before she got a word out.
She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and hooked her ankles together. As he sucked her simmering, dripping cunt, her heels chafed on his bare back. Her clitty was big and stiff. Sam chewed on it furiously and lashed it with his long, pink tongue. It was just the kind of clit that he craved; therefore, he ate it with such mind-blowing desire that Liz came to a full boil in a hurry.
Squealing and twisting, she released an endless river of tangy cunt juice into his waiting mouth. With her thighs locked against his head, Liz kept coming and coming. Sam swallowed the delicious fluid as it came, but had trouble believing that any woman could dump such a load. He was sure he had already drunk half a pint and there was no end in sight.
Since pulling his mouth away for even a second would waste some cunt juice, he kept right on sucking and gulping, loving the heavily-seasoned sauce. Finally, the flow petered out, but Sam was in no mood to discuss the super-human discharge he had just consumed.
He was generous enough to let Liz blow him for a few more minutes before he fucked her. She wanted it from behind, which was okay with Sam. She got on her hands and knees and perched her perfectly-rounded buttocks high in the air. As he guided his warhead in between her damp labia, she sunk her face to the pillow and braced herself.
Sam held her tightly around the waist. Winding up, he suddenly crashed his powerful prick into her deep pussy. His brutally rough entry made her gasp in pain, but she wouldn't have preferred it any other way. The unrestrained stabs that made her cringe drove her wild. Consistent with all of her life-style, Liz wanted no part of sexual moderation.
And Sam gave her a screwing to remember. His black prick speared her a mile a minute. His balls swung up and slammed into her mound at the end of each in-stroke. Sweat rained down on her bare back. "Beautiful! ... lemme have it ... cut loose, Sam! ... cut loose!," she whined.
Before long, he exploded in her. He felt pins-and-needles bolting to the far reaches of his body as his cream squirted forth. When he finally pulled out, most of his energy had been sapped. He was weary beyond belief, but Liz was in no way discouraged from finishing him off. Spinning her body, she leaned over his limp, greasy cock and stuffed it into her mouth. She sucked all the excess cream and her own cunt juice into her belly, savoring the bittersweet blend, until only her warm saliva coated it.
When she left an hour later, Liz made a sly crack about "black power" that pissed him off a bit, but Sam still wanted desperately to see her again-soon!
CHAPTER 7
Meanwhile in Boston, Jill was cavorting at the wedding reception, held at the Willow Glades Country Club. It was attended by a substantial flock of stuffy, dignified Establishmentarians-the people who run America, though their names never make the headlines.
Sipping champagne and dancing, Jill partied into the evening. When the guests began to leave, she was spending time with a handsome aristocrat named David Compton Tyler III, who was in his first year at Harvard. Eventually, he offered to take her home and she readily accepted.
She was staying at a rustic New England inn. After parking his Porsche, David escorted Jill to her room. With little ado, she invited him in. They drank champagne straight from the bottle that had been commandeered from the Club. He took off his jacket and loosened his tie. She kicked off her shoes.
Sitting across the bed, they talked and laughed. The "bubbly" was having its effect. Tipsy and giggly, Jill decided to get even more comfortable. She lifted her dress to unsnap her garters. The square-jawed, pin-striped young man stared at her firm, white thighs. Jill knew it and liked it. As she unrolled her stockings, she made no attempt to lower the hem of her dress.
Flopping back onto the bed, she "accidentally" brushed her tits against him. "Oh, pardon me," she said.
"No trouble at all," he replied, draping his arm around her. He pulled her head to his chest. Then there was a brief moment when they gazed into each other's eyes. A kiss followed, gentle at first, but soon furtive and wet, accompanied by hungry groping and a torrid embrace. While their tongues flicked inside each other's mouths, David massaged her tits and rubbed her splendid thighs. She spread for him, allowing his hand to rise to the "V" of her crotch.
Jill was terribly excited by him. He was so young and pure, in contrast to the men she was accustomed to. David was like a breath of fresh air for her. What's more, he had the powerful build of the all-prep lacrosse player that he had been for three years. Unlike the debutante teasers that he dated frequently, Jill was in no mind to give him any hassling.
Quite the contrary. She cooperated by throwing her knees outward as his hand crept under her panties. After exploring her bush, he poked a finger into her sloshing cunt slit. She flinched when he aroused her hot clitoris. In due time he pawed off her filmy panties, aided by her raising her buttocks.
Her dress was above her hair-line, exposing her cunt in the dim light, but she couldn't have cared less. She was too busy adoring the fast finger-fucking he was administering. Then he unzipped her. While she shrugged her shoulders forward to lower the top of her dress to her waist, David unhooked her bra. Jill slipped it off and tossed it on the floor.
Her fingers danced on her ripe, heavily-nippled breasts. Her pulse was soon racing. He kissed and sucked her lush tits and returned his fingers to her anxious pussy.
A few minutes later, David got up and stripped naked. Jill took off her dress. His prick was big, hard and pulsating before her. She wanted to suck it more than anything. Possessed by that desire, she reached out and grabbed it even before he could sit down. She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward. David took a short step closer to her.
Her tongue leaped out and lathered his rasping cock. Clenching it tightly in her fist, she smeared saliva up, down and around his pole, She loved the feeling of her tongue passing over the raised veins. With her free hand, she rubbed his hairy ass-cheeks.
Slowly but surely, she took his prick into her mouth. As she slid her circled lips up and down the taut flesh, she grazed his asshole. He began to buck back and forth, his balls swinging in the process. Then she pricked her finger into his tight shithole. After pressing outward to loosen his rectum, she drove it in and out in perfect time to her brisk suck-strokes.
David mumbled something that Jill couldn't decipher. Shortly thereafter, he lay on the bed, half-falling. She was getting his so turned on that his knees weakened. He decided to lie down before they collapsed.
Mopping the sweat from his brow, David squirmed and flexed under her bobbing mouth. Just when she was thinking about stopping in order to get a good fucking, his load blasted into her mouth. Both the suddenness and the power of his ejaculation stunned her. But she didn't gag; sucking a little slower, Jill simultaneously swallowed the first few bursts of sperm.
It took her only a second to quit cursing herself for miscalculating the timing of his climax-she was having a marvelous time. His white load was very thick and very delicious. As her talented lips nursed more cream out of his fat prick, she swished it around in her mouth for as long as she could, savoring the rich saltiness.
When she finally resigned herself that there was none left (well after the flow ceased), Jill flopped her head onto his chest. It took her a full minute to stop panting. Clinging to each other, they lay motionless in sweet respite. Although exhausted, Jill was still very horny. She patiently waited for him to recharge his two sacked batteries.
During the interim, they gossiped about some of the luminaries at the wedding: "Did you know that Mrs. Foster is balling her gardener? You didn't! You and her husband are the only ones."
"I hear old man Robinson is secretly mixed up with Swiss banks."
"That Lucy Baldwin, y'know, the pudgy redhead, is a roaring dyke ... but he can't afford to divorce her 'cause everything's in her name."
As they evaluated most of the guest-list, David began to lightly stroke her pert nipples. He tantalized her until neither of them could take it any longer. They exploded into a feverish embrace, their hands jitterbugging all over each other's naked bodies.
While she sucked his tongue and had her tits mashed under his strong chest, his hand drifted down to her crotch. He lazily rubbed her bush and, winding around her fine hips, her moon-shaped asscheeks. Jill automatically slid her flawless legs apart. As he fingered her juicy cunt, she jerked his cock to granite hardness, which took only a few seconds.
She firmly tugged on his cock. It wasn't a very subtle hint, but she didn't care; her prime concern was getting his handsome tool inside her flaming cunt. She felt like she'd scream if he didn't stop dawdling around. Never had she been so seething with desire.
"Ah, yes ... that's it ... mmm...." she whispered as he mounted her. Jill helped him into her saddle by tilting her hot slit upward. With several healthy jerks of his hips, David powered his stiff cock into her soft, wet pussy.
Jill was passive in the beginning, simply luxuriating in the spine-tingling joy of feeling his bony lance ripping in and out of her deep shaft. Then she locked her legs around his pounding torso and rocked her pelvis.
Their kisses lasted for minutes at a time. Wisps of her blonde hair covered her face as she threw her head from side to side. Pools of sweat formed between their grinding stomachs. David huffed and puffed like a locomotive. She whimpered and gasped. Her brain spun like a merry-go-round.
"I'm ... I'm coming! ... CUUMMMING!!," she cried suddenly. Amidst wild twitching and writhing, her cunt juice splashed forth in crackling waves. David slowed down briefly, then drilled her slobbering lovehole with all he had. Till soon felt his sticky lava rocketing into her belly. Her elastic pussy lips milked all the frothy semen into her quivering pit.
It was shortly after he pulled his softening schlong out that Jill decided to call Sam the next day to tell him she would be spending an extra day in Boston. David couldn't spend the night with her, out he picked her up the next morning.
Since the weather was absolutely perfect, they decided to take a long drive in the country. After stopping to buy wine, cheese and fruit, they set out. Her hair flew in the breeze and the bright sun baked her skin. As David skillfully wheeled the car along the rural highway, Jill closed her eyes. She felt more relaxed and at peace with the world than she had in weeks. But if she had known what was happening back home at that precise moment, she wouldn't have been!
They had been on the road for almost an hour when David turned down a dirt road. A bumpy half mile brought them to a tree-shaded, grassy clearing. They spread a blanket and had a picnic lunch.
While she was gazing at the rays of the sun filtering through the branches, he kissed her. She shut her eyes and, lying on her back, let him take what he wanted. Tonguing her mouth and ear, he pulled off her sleeveless blouse and bra. He squeezed her lovely tits and bit her scarlet nipples.
"You sure we're alone?" she interrupted him. Once he confirmed the fact, she settled back into her sublime state. David peeled off her panties. With her skirt bunched above her navel, Jill stretched her arms out to either side and spread her straight legs.
The chirping birds contributed to the idyllic scene, but somehow it wasn't quite right. But, once she took off her skirt, it was perfect. Total nudity was necessary to sustain the feeling. With the cool air caressing her smooth skin, she rolled off the blanket onto the grass. She was stoned on nature.
At the same time, David was undressing. Displaying a giant hardon, he knelt on the blanket, quietly watching Jill goof in the grass. After a few minutes, he asked her to come to him. She did.
Jill assumed the identical spread-eagled position. David peered at her, licking his chops and debating where to dig in. He sucked her tits and roused her pussy. Jill hardly moved. She looked like a goddess of love or a nymph.
But she found it increasingly difficult to perpetuate her pose. David drooled his way through her dense cunt bush. She jerked about when he plastered his mouth on her glimmering, pink lips. He sucked them and teased her dark little asshole. She shook and twisted when he rammed his tongue into her murky cunt.
Admitting it was a lost cause, Jill cast her knees outward and hooked her ankles together behind his head. Her arms remained Christ-like, however, and her eyes closed. As he chewed on her luscious pussy, David raised his head somewhat. Wrapping his forearms around her thighs, he craned upward some more ... until only her shoulders, head and arms were touching the blanket.
In her suspended state of animation, Jill received a delightful cunt-lapping. Growing hotter and hotter, she revolved her hips in mid-air. She bit her lower lip ... she tightened the muscles in her legs ... and climaxed as if she had gone a month without it.
While her cream splattered into his mouth, David sucked and licked like crazy. At the same time, he gently lowered her body so her juices' flow would be assisted by gravity.
Upon swallowing her tangy fluid, he got ready to screw. But Jill was in repose. What was he to do? Nothing-for five minutes. Then he draped his body between her legs. He wiped the pinkish-purplish knob of his prick across her ripples of tender cunt muscles. Jill instantaneously raised her knees and wrapped her arms around him.
"Ooww! ... Easy!," she gasped as he pumped her. Her cunt was slightly raw. David slowed down until she lubed her cunt walls and adjusted. Then he shifted into high gear and pummeled her like mad.
Following a flurry of bullish stabs, he flicked his overdrive switch and cut loose. His jackhammer brought them both to rapid orgasm. Moaning and rattling her entire body, Jill unleashed throbbing geysers of cunt juice in time for it to meet his squirting cream in mid-channel and blend together in a whirlpool of come.
Jill needed an hour to recuperate. Even when she did, neither of them looked forward to heading back to the city. She wanted to stay nude and roll in the grass. Trying to preserve the freedom and comfort, she stuffed her bra and panties into her purse, then put on the rest of her clothes with great reluctance.
As they rode down the dirt road, Jill unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang open. The speeding car sent a jet stream of cool air through the vent window onto her bare tits. She had planned to button up when they came to populated areas.
But the soothing rushes of air felt so wonderful that she put it off for as long as she could. After double-takes from pedestrians and truck drivers nearly smashing through the guard rail, she buttoned up.
Back in Boston, they showered, changed, and went out to dinner. Around ten o'clock, weariness set in, afflicting them both. So they decided to go to bed early and by eleven-thirty, they had 69-ed themselves to sleep.
Monday night. Jill lay in bed with Sam beside her. With cotton swabs, she cleaned his sperm off the expanse of skin between her tits and her neck. Sam had fucked her in the valley of her tits as she pushed upward and inward on the jugs. When he came, he splattered his load across her chest.
As she cleaned up, Sam was thinking about telling Jill about the show with Liz. He wanted to, but only when the time was right. She abruptly ended his musings by discussing a party she was planning to give the following week. It sounded fantastic. Sam could hardly wait.
CHAPTER 8
The big night finally arrived. Several days of intense preparation by Jill foreshadowed her party. Wearing a micro miniskirt of dark blue and a see-thru blouse whose pale yellow was like a veil over her bare breasts, she sat in the living room waiting for the guests to arrive.
Shortly after nine, the bell ran. It was Phil Lambert, a high-powered Hollywood executive producer who had flown in from the coast for the occasion, and his date, a petite French girl named Jeanne. ' Oh, Phil darling, so glad you could make it!," Jill exclaimed as she ushered them in amidst introductions.
Jeanne was barely over five feet tall with short-cropped brown hair. She spoke only broken English, but was nevertheless quite communicative and charming. As Jill took her coat, Jeanne displayed a sexy green pantsuit. In the living room where the stereo was already blaring, they helped themselves at the well-stocked bar.
Other guests filtered in before long. Liz Marlowe arrived with a young black man, which didn't surprise Jill. Like Sam, he was a West Indian. He was called Duke and was an impressive-looking individual-tall and well-built, he had shaved his head (and, as would be obvious later, the hair on the rest of his body) and a gold ring hung from his left ear. Upon doffing his street wear, he was naked to the waist, with white pants so tight that they looked as if they had been painted on.
Liz, svelte and debonair as usual, wore a white, fishnet body stocking, topped only by a skimpy red miniskirt. The gaps in the white mesh were sufficiently large to expose her proud tits. In all practicality, her only garment was the little skirt.
And there was Rita Thurlow and her husband Mike. He was dressed in relatively normal attire, but Rita was another story. A slender, attractive girl in her early twenties, she was decked out in black leather-shiny boots, miniskirt, a rather abbreviated vest with nothing underneath, and even a black leather head-band over her silken black hair. Her pale white skin provided an appropriate background to the leather ensemble.
Sam soon emerged from his TV vigil. He stole the show in the early stages, wearing a brown leather G-string and nothing else. He and Duke hit it off well, sitting in the comer and comparing life in New York with conditions "back home." Every time Sam looked in her direction, Liz winked at him. It bugged him, because he feared Jill would catch her and become suspicious.
The furniture was pushed against the wall. Blinking colored lights were synchronized with the music. By ten, all the guests had arrived-although a mere dozen were present, they had been carefully selected. Jill's emphasis was on quality, not quantity.
Ingrid was there, looking ravishing in a lavender cocktail dress that was so low-cut that the cleavage plunged to her waist, allowing her distinctive knockers the magnetic appeal they merited. While shy at first, Ingrid fit in with the group well.
Some of the people were drinking, others were smoking marijuana, which was in great supply; a few were doing both, but all were having a wild time.
As midnight approached, the party became increasingly raucous. Heads were light and relaxed. There was much laughing and giddiness. Things were progressing so well that Jill hardly had to worry about any of her duties as the hostess. And more of the swingers were dancing.
Moddish, long-haired Phil was dancing up a storm with Jeanne. After one song, she tossed off her jacket. By the time that song had ended, she had removed her bra, leaving only her green pants.
Liz saw Duke staring at Jeanne, whose bare tits were bouncing and jiggling in time to the music. While Duke wasn't the only one enjoying the French girl's dancing, Liz was the only woman to get jealous.
A few minutes later, she and Duke were out on the center of the floor with them Liz unwrapped her miniskirt as she danced and flung it wildly toward the fireplace. She was an exhibitionist at heart and now she was in her milieu. The cross-hatched body stocking didn't interfere with the twisting, jumping display of her enticing Figure.
Still dancing, Liz cried, "The joint! Pass it here!" She puffed on it and handed it to the undulating reveler next to her. It was circulated around the dance floor until it was an unsmokable roach; then another was passed. And another. Soon most of the dancers were good and stoned.
Their dancing showed it. Liz brushed her body up against Duke's, grabbing his confined cock while he pinched her ass. Then Phil stripped to the waist and pulled Jeanne's bare chest against his and held her there as they danced.
Before long, they switched. Phil cupped Liz's tits from behind and Duke pawed at Jeanne's sexy little figure. She teased him and goosed him, all the while exhorting him to show her what he had. Duke, like Sam, was soft-spoken and cool, but didn't crap around. He invited her to drop his white pants. She jumped at the chance.
While he was stepping out of the, Duke fumbled the catch on her green slacks. Feigning dismay, Jeanne dodged him and spun away. But Duke couldn't be deterred; he caught her and tugged off her pants. He was nude and she had only sheer bikini panties on that adequately showed her brown cunt bush and ass-crack.
Jeanne was fascinated by his hairless black body, especially his huge cock and heavy balls. After unsuccessfully trying to get someone to put on a slow record, she danced slowly with Duke anyway! It gave her the chance to feel his stiff cock pressing against her body.
Liz and Phil were doing the same thing, but without a semblance of dancing. They stood out on the floor and made out, exploring each other's bodies. She got his pants off without any trouble.
The others present were equally uninhibited. Mike had opened Rita's black leather vest to massage her dark-nippled tits. Then he bent down to kiss and suck them for a few minutes at the same time, Rita was rubbing his crotch and lowering his zipper.
Upon hauling out his fine prick, she knelt on the floor between his legs. He slid his ass toward the front of his chair and straightened his legs. In full view of anyone who cared to watch, Rita blew her husband. Neither of them cared who saw them; they knew they were among friends.
Sam followed Jill out to the kitchen. As she emptied ice from the trays into the bucket, he picked her up and sat her on the kitchen counter. "Sam, please! What are you doing?" she laughed. He forced her knees apart and she leaned back against the cupboards.
Since she wasn't wearing any panties, he had no difficulty eating her. Sam simply ducked his head under her miniskirt (what there was of it) and dragged his tongue up and down her hairy cunt slit. Jill draped her legs over his shoulders and closed her eyes. He lapped past her pink, moist outer lips and devoured her delectable clit.
As Rita sucked on Mike's fat prick and squeezed his fuzzy, bouncing balls, Liz came up behind her. Rita was a little stunned when Liz slipped off her vest, but she saw who it was and didn't mind. Liz jostled her tits and stroked her bare back.
Duke and Jeanne had stopped dancing. He slid off her filmy panties and dropped to his knees to kiss her cunt. Then it was her turn. She knelt in front of him and, while yanking his black foreskin back and forth, licked his swaying nuts. The skin on his sack was smooth because Liz had shaved him that very afternoon.
He firmly lifted her mouth upward. That was all the guidance Jeanne needed. Rolling his big nuts around in the palm of her hand, she fed his giant black cock slowly into her mouth. Duke rocked slowly back and forth. They were both hot to suck, so logic brought him to the floor after another minute had passed.
"Well, look at that. That's what I call meaningful cultural exchange!" Jill said to Sam as they walked out of the kitchen. Looking where she was pointing, Sam grinned. Duke and Jeanne were engaged in a torrid 69 in the middle of the living room floor. Her lips slid up and down his slick hardon while her cute ass squirmed about on his face. With his hands plastered on her bare buttocks, he jabbed his tongue up into her juicy cunt.
Jill sat down on a sofa. Sam joined her and unbuttoned her flimsy blouse and began to pet her lush tits. She pulled it wide open for him. Sam pinched her ripe, crimson nipples and chewed on them. When he got up for a drink, Phil replaced him.
Sam wasn't angry; it gave him a chance to go after Ingrid. And it was just as well, because she was starting to wonder when someone was going to pay attention to her. She was so delighted when Sam walked up to her and stuck his tongue in her mouth that she immediately dragged him into the library.
While she lit a joint, Sam pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and kneaded her shapely torpedoes. Then he sucked them and bit them. Ingrid got so excited that she couldn't hold the smoke in her lungs for more than a few seconds.
They finally boosted their highs and were free to turn their libidos on each other. The Swedish beauty tugged off his G-string and fondled his prick. Sam wormed his fingers through her cunt bush. When he dabbed one into her drooling slit, she lurched. Her breathing quickened.
He twirled his fingers upon her clit and drove them into her shaft. At the same time, Ingrid was striving to turn her body around.
The closer her mouth got to his towering rod, the more desperately she wanted to suck it. With her jaw hanging and fire in her eyes, his meat finally was within range. Her tongue slurped warm saliva all over his bleating knob. Puckering her lips, she smacked the greasy slit on the peak.
Sam began to jerk his thighs. Ingrid pushed her mouth downward, separating her lips and feeling his bony cock sliding into her hot mouth. He guided her movement until she was straddling his face. He pulled her big ass down. Her hairy mound slid along his face. Then, with her smelly slit on his horny mouth, she spread her legs. As she did, his tongue snaked up her tasty pussy.
Ingrid was sucking his mammoth prick like a maniac. While her head bobbed like a piston, Sam could feel her tits flouncing on his belly. Wrapping their arms snugly around each other's thighs, they writhed and thrashed furiously. When they came, they did so together. He squirted thick cream into her mouth as his filled with spicy cunt juice. Together, they sucked and swallowed for almost a minute, taking care to waste nothing.
Someone came to the door and flicked the lights on. Seeing them, the lights were plunged back into darkness. But they were on long enough for Sam to notice that they had not been alone in the library all through the 69! Liz was sitting on Mike's face as he lay flat on his back on the loveseat. Seeing his prick hard and untended, Ingrid hurried over to them.
Although she had just finished digesting Sam's hot load, Ingrid was always ready for more, especially when it was a cock as great as Mike's. If Rita were there, Ingrid would have thanked her for stopping before he shot. Grasping Mike's took, she said, "May I?"
Liz turned her head and replied, "Sure, kid, help yourself." With a glowing smile, Ingrid kissed his cock and balls. Dragging her tongue slowly up and down, she coated it with spit. After lapping his nuts, she sucked his straining prick.
Ingrid worked slowly until Liz popped her pussy come into his mouth. Then she sucked as hard as she could. As far as Mike was concerned, it was one of the finest Frenching of his life-he creamed in a hurry, even though he was trying to postpone it as long as he could!
During the three-way act, Sam wandered back into the other room. He was just in time to see Phil raising his dripping mouth from between Jill's legs. As Phil licked cunt juice from his mouth and began to mount her, Jill stopped him. "No, wait a minute," she said, and then added, "Rita, come here."
Phil and Rita didn't know exactly what Jill had in mind. But they followed her choreographic directions and soon caught on. Phil lay on the couch. Jill crouched over him and lowered herself until his cock seared up her cunt. She rode him for a few strokes and then stopped with his eight-incher totally imbedded.
Gasping and twitching, Jill motioned to Rita. She was nude except for her high black leather boots. She perched on the top of the back of the couch next to Jill. As Phil began to pulverize her cunt once again, Jill leaned over to Rita who spread her legs and braced herself. She spread her black-haired cunt lips. Jill licked her upper thighs, through her wiry bush, and then pushed her tongue past Rita's pink oval opening.
"Whew! ... Ahhh! ... Great!" Rita panted. Jill was positioned in such a way that when Phil pumped into her cunt, she thrust her long tongue into Rita's delicious pussy. Jill sucked her cunt lips at the same time, driving lovely Rita up the wall.
Jill chewed and lapped her clit until she erupted into spasms of sweet joy. Jill didn't let up for more than a half minute; then she jammed her tongue up her lovehole while her entwined arms plastered Rita's quivering cunt against her face.
Five admirers sat in front of the couch and watched the incredible scene. Phil blasted Jill's pussy and deposited his hot sperm in her, then, feeling flighty and superbly contented, rolled off the couch. From then on, it was just Jill and Rita.
When Jill's impaled in her cunt, Rita flopped down onto the couch. She slowly spun the upper portion of her body around to suck on Jill's cream-flooded pussy. To the delight of the audience, they rocked and heaved through a fiery 69.
As expected the party had become a full-scale orgy; indeed, that was the reason why the horny dozen had come from far and wide to attend. For hours, the living room was a tangle of naked bodies, with occasional soirees into the bedrooms and library. The shuddering, heavy sounds of the music, the lights, the incense, the booze, the dope and-most of all-the people contributed to the gala atmosphere.
Jeanne and Ingrid abducted Duke and threw him down on the double bed in the master bedroom. Of course, Duke was laughing and joking, putting up only token resistance. As he flailed his arms and legs in intentionally meager efforts to get away, the girls pounced on him.
Jeanne lay her pretty little body across his head and shoulders and Ingrid did the same to his mid-section to pin him to the bed. While they held him, Duke pinched their soft flesh and his hands rampaged all over their sexy frames.
The configuration became drastically changed with the passage of five minutes. Ingrid jerked and licked his black cock to total stiffness. As she crammed his mighty hardon into her mouth, Jeanne sat on his face. Duke easily lifted her into the air and dropped her cunt onto his extended tongue.
Soon it was three on one. Liz walked in to join the passionate fray. First she sucked Jeanne's jiggling tits as Duke slurped her cunt. Then Liz ate the soggy, flavorful slit of Ingrid, who was coincidentally giving him a ferocious blow job.
After Jeanne came, Liz dumped her hot cunt lips on his mouth. While Duke's tongue slithered up her slippery shaft, Jeanne glued her mouth onto Ingrid's steaming cunt and ate it to a gushing climax. Then the well-hung native shot in Ingrid's mouth. As it filled with cream, she swallowed and sucked as if it were the world's last prick.
His load was so great that there was enough for two-Ingrid shared a few spurts of the thick semen with Jeanne. As their lips and tongues sucked his shrinking cock and drained his nuts, Liz unleashed an orgasm into his mouth. He sucked for all he was worth, but Liz nonetheless splattered cunt juice that missed. When she dismounted, his tongue licked the excess from around his mouth and wiped his chin.
After a long rest, they drifted in pairs back into the living room. Rita was on all fours, bent over Jill's poised cunt, sniffing it and shoved a finger in and out. When Rita licked it, Mike came up behind her and rammed his rockhard cock into her buttocks. The two girls squirmed about and cried with joy. Mike steered his lance up Rita's black hair-collared pussy.
With those two connections firm, Phil knelt over Jill's face. His fat prick waved inches over her mouth. She opened all the way to receive him. His balls bobbed on her neck and chin as he drove his root past her wet, red lips.
On the other side of the room, Sam watched the quartet go at it. Puffing hard on a water pipe, he got an idea for later on. In the flashing smokiness, he gazed at the naked partiers cream, one by one. He was quietly becoming more and more enthusiastic about his idea.
A few minutes later, he beckoned Duke to sit down beside him. After he took a few hits of the good herb, Sam spoke to him: "Hey, whadda ya say you and me team up on one of these fine white bitches." Duke was interested. Sam went on to explain what he had in mind. Duke became every bit as excited about the plan.
They patiently waited until the opportunity presented itself. Fifty minutes passed. Then the strapping black men got to their feet. With cocks and balls flapping, they approached Rita. Each seized an arm and leg. Wearing only her leather boots and a confused expression, she was carried into the master bedroom.
"Hey, you guys, how about cluing me in?" Rita whined. Neither of them spoke. Duke sat down on the bed, his legs extended, his back against the head-board. Sam sat on the opposite end of the bed. Duke fiddled with his cock and smiled at Rita. She licked his cock until it was hard as metal.
Rita sucked him for a minute or so. Then Duke, holding her under the arms, sat her on his hardon. She shrieked with pain as it bore into her. But after a few strokes her cunt adjusted to his super fuckstick and she was having the time of her life.
As they balled, Duke held her around the chest. He soon leaned back, bringing Rita with him. Simultaneously, Sam, led by a whopper of a hardon, was sliding toward her. In a sitting position with his legs draped over Duke's, Sam drew closer and closer. He drooled into his hand and spread the spit on the smooth knob of his black prick. He proceeded to drip more sticky saliva into the palm of his hand. He dampened his fingertips.
Then Sam reached out and wiped the saliva on Rita's hairy asshole. At the same time, Duke quit his fuck-strokes, leaving his tool encased in her hot cunt. "What the hell is going...." Rita demanded. But by the time she had twisted her head and realized what the young black men were perpetrating, Sam was pushing the tip of his hardon against her brown asshole-ring.
Sam slid his ass closer to Rita and then bucked his hips. The two well-oiled surfaces were subjected to great pressure; it was so great, in fact, that his prick stabbed several inches into her tight, wrinkled ass. "Oh, God no! Not that! I can't! Stop! Please!," Rita yelped. Sam pushed with all he had-his black rod stretched her anal tendons and continued to penetrate her tortured ass.
Finally he was almost all the way in. Duke lowered her ass onto Sam's cock, completing the unnatural entry. Both sets of arms circled her white figure. Everything had gone according to plan. Facing each other, Duke and Sam proceeded to screw their rigid cocks up her holes. Each could feel the other's cock on the other side of a wall of thin membrane.
They fucked slowly at first, not wanting to injure Rita. On their coordinated in-strokes, the girl was lifted almost a foot into the air. Considering the circumstances, it wasn't surprising that it seemed like more than that to poor Rita. She adjusted to their double-fucking, so they picked up speed. And they alternated-on Sam's way into her asshole, Duke was sliding out of her juicy cunt.
Unfortunately, there was no way Rita could adjust to that! She was getting speared twice as often. Her body buckled and jerked in wild twists, but she couldn't take what they were doing to her. She sobbed and screamed. Jill and a few others peered through the door, barely able to comprehend what their eyes were telling them. A few wandered in, however, while Sam and Duke resumed screwing her in unison.
Seconds later, Mike charged into the room, alerted by his wife's cries of agony. After pausing at the door, he dashed to the side of the bed. "You goddam sons of...." he shouted as he reached out to haul Rita off the two black prongs.
Then, to his astonishment, Rita changed his mind. "No Mike! I love it! I love it!," she moaned. He withdrew, informed that she wasn't being raped after all. Jill, who had tensed, relaxed once again, grateful that the out-and-out brawl that seemed so imminent had been avoided.
Still astounded by the feat, the spectators settled back to watch it. The black men, their bodies glistening with sweat, gave it to her for another ten minutes, during which Rita took the twin poles fast, slow, together, and alternating-and every possible combination thereof. Rita closed her eyes, clapped her hands to the side of her head, panted and whimpered as the pair of giant pricks laced into her body.
Toward the end, they screwed her in unison, picking up speed all the time. Suddenly, Rita let her jaw hang as she bounced.
"AAGGHHH!! ... OOOHH! ... AHHHH!!," she blurted. She felt two jets of hot cream blasting into her cunt and ass. It felt perfectly beautiful. She had never dreamed that Sam and Duke could time it so that they would come together. It seemed impossible, yet she could feel it!
It dawned on the audience what was happening. "That's the most amazing thing I've ever seen!," Jill commented to Ingrid.
Other reactions were similar.
After shooting their loads, Sam and Duke unfurled their arms. Rita fell off onto the bed.
Jill and Mike rushed to her side. Her eyes were still closed. She barely moved. Her contorted mouth implied pain. "You all right? ... Speak to me! Rita!," they bombarded her with inquiries.
She didn't respond for a half minute. Mike and Jill were on the edge of panic.
Then she smiled and whispered,
"You oughta try it." Naturally, Mike and Jill felt like fools for raising such a fuss. But no harm was done by their-concern; the whole thing was over and forgotten just as fast as it had begun. As Sam and Duke sprawled on the bed feeling great satisfaction and accomplishment, the party raged on.
By the time dawn began to break, some people were awake, others were napping, leaving instructions to be awakened in an hour or two. But no one considered the party over-far from it.
CHAPTER 9
Ingrid and Jeanne, after getting fucked in the living room, staggered into the bedroom to get some sleep. Nude and with their arms wrapped around each other, they quickly fell into deep sleep.
A couple of hours later, before most of New York was on the subways and buses to their offices and shops, they woke up. The powerful flow of vibrations between them seemed to rouse them at the same time. Without saying a single word, their lips met and bore down heavily on each other.
Their saliva was transmitted between grinding lips via darting tongues.
Lying side by side, they tightly hugged and let their horny hands roam and race along each other's smooth bodies. Then Ingrid rolled on top of Jeanne, taking care not to crush her fragile little body with her Amazon build. Ingrid mashed her pert tits and excited her nipples to dark firmness.
Soon her wet kiss slid down to them. Ingrid tongued them and sucked her nut-like beads. Jeanne felt wide awake, as if she was just getting started on a sexual journey after a week of abstinence. The sweet French girl began to writhe beneath the lusting body of her northern European lover.
Ingrid licked her flat belly and tongued her navel like a corkscrew. But she didn't dwell there long-Jeanne tingled from the sensation of feeling her mouth entering into her pubic bush. Jeanne raised her legs and parted them for Ingrid. Then she pressed them against the fronts of her shoulder blades, and then hooked them over her shoulders.
Ingrid drenched her hairy triangle with wet kisses. She licked the white flesh of the insides of her upper thighs. She dragged her tongue across her puckered asshole opening, barely avoiding her juicy, hot cunt. Jeanne was being teased-Ingrid's tongue and lips were tantalizing every square centimeter of her pretty crotch except for her cunt, which was panting and pleading for attention.
Jeanne twisted her cunt around in mid-air, feverishly attempting to slap it against Ingrid's wonderful mouth. Ingrid prolonged the game for a minute more; then she could stand it no longer either. Both girls were craving sex.
Finally Ingrid smacked her lush lips against Jeanne's slobbering cunt. She gasped, feeling throbbing flashes of ecstasy streaking through her like electric charges. Ingrid wound her mouth up and down her aromatic slit. Her hands pushed her thighs outward even more, and then she lapped her glimmering clitty and sucked hard.
She built her to earth-shattering spasms of joy before sinking her pink tongue into Jeanne's steaming shaft. With that, Jeanne spun her body around to 69. Ingrid kept her tenuous mouth-hold on her delicious pussy throughout. A moment later, the pair looked like a Mutt-and-Jeff combination-large, voluptuous Ingrid and petite, frail Jeanne sucking strenuously on each other's cunt.
But the size differences didn't inhibit their pursuit of pleasure; to the contrary, the physical attributes of the other was an integral part of their attraction. They licked, kissed, and rubbed each other's arching contorted figures like it was going out of style.
Ingrid brushed her brown, recessed shithole and then poked a finger inside it as she ate Jeanne's tangy cunt. Following her lead, Jeanne proceeded to do the same thing. With assholes bucking and cunts drooling, they thrashed for five blissful and, to them, timeless, minutes. They were oblivious to everything in the world except the simmering, pink, hairy beauty of each other's flavorful pussies.
So they didn't hear the door open and close. It had been shut to seal out the party-noise from the rest of the penthouse when they slept. The new arrival watched them for an instant before walking to the side of the bed.
Then Ingrid became aware of a presence in the room. She had just dumped her cloudy, sticky fluid into Jeanne's slurping mouth. Ingrid looked up. Jeanne, frustrated on the brink of orgasm, also looked up.
It was Liz. She gave them a cheery "Good morning." They returned her greeting, but they were concentrating on a contraption she held by her side. Silently, they watched Liz begin to put on the dildo. She ran the straps through her legs and around her waist, hitching the ends together and adjusting the buckles.
Although she had never seen one, Ingrid had heard about dildos. It was apparent beyond any doubt that this, indeed, was one. It was about six inches long, made of rubber and covered with pink latex, and shaped like a nice fat cock, replete with tapered point. She watched Liz make the final adjustments; soon the artificial cock was jutting out in front of her woman's groin.
Jeanne, on the other hand, had considerably more experience in the wonderful world of dildos. She had been fucked by them and loved it. Once the initial shock of Liz's entry had worn off, she grew extremely aroused at the thought of having the bright pink tool sliding in and out of her cunt. Ingrid, though still scrutinizing the strange-looking implement, realized this and moved aside.
Taking the dildo in her fist and testing its firmness, Liz said, "There!" She and her dildo were ready for action. Ingrid was on the far side of the bed, quietly watching. There was no need for verbal seductive preliminaries; all three understood and accepted what was about to happen.
Liz smiled down at Jeanne, who was dabbing her fingers into her dripping, mossy cunt slit, and asked, "All set?"
"Oui," she immediately replied.
Resting her knees on the edge of the bed, Liz fell forward into Jeanne's waiting arms. They kissed passionately while Jeanne ran her fingers up and down Liz's curvy figure, from shoulders to knees, lingering longest on her soft, well-rounded asscheeks. Liz mauled her cute titties and then sucked and nibbled on her scarlet blossoms.
All the while, the rigid dildo scraped along her murky trough and jabbed into her mound and slithered on the sloping insides of her upper thighs. That, and Liz's hungry, loving mouth, was getting her turned on more and more. Soon her cunt felt like a blast furnace. She aimed her poised cunt toward the powerful dildo, trying to make contact.
After what seemed like an excruciating eternity of a delay, Liz got down to business. Lifting herself on her hands and knees, she steered the dildo toward her cunt lips. Liz reached down to help, but Jeanne was so consumed with seething desire that she beat her to the punch. With thumb and forefinger, she pulled the domed knob of the dildo in between her slick layers of pink outer lips.
When Liz moved, she accidentally severed the connection, but reaffirmed it with little difficulty-for good. Liz suddenly uncoiled and threw herself forward. The dildo sliced into Jeanne's rasping pussy for a couple of inches. Another skillful lunge and she had ripped almost all the way in. Jeanne's froze her breath and tensed as the tool blasted into her tight, wet hole. One more and it was firmly imbedded; their mats of hair were pressed flush against one another.
Wrapped in each other's arms and breathing heavily, they proceeded to screw like a man and a woman. With long, slow, drilling strokes at first, and then a flurry of fast ones, Liz gave it to her. Fast and slow, fast and slow, getting more worked up all the time and enjoying it to the hilt.
Ingrid watched with great interest. She thought it was marvelous and fascinating. She wondered whether she would be able to do that sometime. Her cunt, asshole, cheeks, thighs, bush were all sopping from the cunt juice she had expelled not long ago. And as she viewed the two fucking girls, she felt herself getting hotter and hotter all the while. Her hands slid through the oily residue in her crotch, getting closer and closer to her very furry cunt.
Then she pulled her pink lips apart and plunged two, and, a moment later, three, fingers into her simmering shaft. The faster Jeanne and Liz screwed, the faster Ingrid pumped her fingers into her cunt. Then she was brought out of her trance when Jeanne came. Amid rocking and lightning-quick shaking, she yelped and sprayed her cunt juice onto the strong stick.
Liz drove her tool into Jeanne throughout the tumultuous orgasm, and then slipped it out. Acting out of sheer impulse, Ingrid crawled over to Liz to finish her off. The dildo was thickly coated with cunt juice. To Ingrid, it looked like the most mouth-watering hors d'oeuvre in the world. She delicately gripped the tool and thrust it into her mouth. Liz, who was pleasantly surprised by her action, cooperated in every way.
"Mmmm, isn't that good?" she commented as Ingrid slid her lips along the greasy stick. At the end of each stroke she sucked the cunt cream into her mouth and savored it and swallowed it. She did this several times, pausing to just plain lick it occasionally. It was every bit as delicious as it had appeared-Ingrid worked on the dildo until every last droplet of the slimy, spicy come had been digested.
Then she repeated the process on Jeanne's overflowing cunt. The juice had dribbled down into her ass-crack; more was caught in her curly cunt hairs. Ingrid sucked her slit, licked her thighs and ass, and took separate tufts of damp hair into her mouth to get the precious fluid out. Liz commended her on her diligence.
And Ingrid thanked her for the compliment, but something else was occupying her mind. In fact, since she had seen Liz strap on the dildo and proudly wear it and then drive it into Jeanne and evoke a wild orgasm, Ingrid had wanted to do the same. The notion moved from a subtle, semi-conscious residence to a deep longing that dominated her mind and body and soul.
She knew that this may be her last chance for weeks or even months to fuck like a man; if she allowed herself to be only jealous of Liz, she would never forgive herself. Ingrid felt that she simply had to overcome her shyness.
It didn't prove to be nearly as difficult as she had feared, because Liz had noticed her starved stares and intense interest. "Po you suppose I, I could, uh, I mean...." she began.
"Would you like to borrow my dildo and use it, Ingrid?" Liz interrupted her stammering. She said it nicely. Ingrid seemed like a protegee to her, something that made her ego skyrocket.
"Why ... yes!" Ingrid responded. Excitation colored her words. They were speaking the same language.
"I'd be happy to assist you, Ingrid dear," she said. After she heard those welcome words, Ingrid glanced at Jeanne, who had been following the dialogue like a spectator at a tennis match. She eagerly nodded her approval before Ingrid could find the right words to ask her with, but added that she would need a chance to rest. Ingrid was overjoyed.
Liz suggested that they use the rest period for her to strap on the dildo and become accustomed to the feeling of having a cock. Ingrid felt awfully weird as she held the pink stick over her cunt while Liz fed the straps through her legs and around her hips and fastened them. It took a few minutes longer than usual because Ingrid was such a big girl that they had to be adjusted and lengthened first.
But it fit just fine. Ingrid walked toward the mirror on the closet door, utterly enthralled by the way the dildo waved when she moved and how realistic it was. She was more than ready; she hoped to hell Jeanne was.
Ingrid hopped onto the bed and knelt over Jeanne. She peered into her blue eyes, searching for the answer. She provided it by reaching up and pulling Ingrid's mouth down to hers. While they Frenched, Ingrid's huge tits drooped onto Jeanne's little ones. They bounced and slid along her shapely mounds of creamy flesh. At the same time, Ingrid rubbed her trim legs and, after a half dozen passes, cupped her spread palm firmly against her bush. The tips of her fingers soon became very wet. Jeanne raised her knees for her, inviting entrance to her cunt.
Ingrid aroused her hot clit and played with her tits for a few more minutes. Then she mounted Jeanne. Both their hands guided the head of the dildo cuntward. Burning with the exotic delight of her new-found power, Ingrid pushed her rubber cock into the pit of Jeanne's sweet pussy with desperate lunges.
Following a few clumsy strokes, Ingrid got the knack of it. It was easy, she found ... and very thrilling. As she balled her, Ingrid asked Jeanne, "Is it good? Is it? Do you love it?"
"Oui. Tres bon!," she gasped. The delivery, more than the content, of Jeanne's confirmation testified to the fact that she did love it beyond a shadow of a doubt. She jerked her hips and twisted her ass and panted like crazy as Ingrid's tool screwed into her juicy cavity.
Liz watched them with a feeling of satisfaction. She was ready to give Ingrid helpful pointers, but she didn't need any; her nature supplied all the necessary talents. Sweating and crackling with pure joy, the girls thrashed as one for ten torrid minutes.
Ingrid's crescendo of fucking frenzy terminated in an explosive orgasm. Fire and ice possessed Jeanne's squirming body.
She shrieked and shimmered in the tempestuous throes as she bathed Ingrid's dildo in pulsating spurts of bubbling cunt juice. After her load had cascaded and she lay still, Ingrid hauled out her triumphant fuck-stick.
Much to her surprise and glee, Liz finished off the tool as she had done earlier. While she sucked and licked it, Liz worked to free the straps. Though she was approaching the task blind, she had no trouble unbuckling it. After gulping down the excess cunt juice, Liz nestled her mouth in between Ingrid's legs.
She was enjoying one bonus after another-now Liz was going to eat her. Ingrid quickly leaned way back on her elbows and tilted her pink, hair-lined cunt lips upward. Settled in the valley of her raised knees, Liz flicked the intruding hairs out of the way with her tongue and jabbed her darting lance past the trembling, slick outer lips.
"Ahhh," Ingrid groaned. She closed her eyes and tossed her head from side to side. Liz chomped on her stiff clit and sucked her hard. Then she buried her tongue deep in her boiling hole and lapped until Ingrid drowned her in cunt cream.
With the gooey liquid smeared all over her face, Liz seized the dildo. Ingrid, subdued and lazy with the aftermath of her fiery orgasm, watched her shove the dildo up her own cunt. Liz plunged it all the way in and out. She twirled it around. She gave herself short staccato strokes. With it totally inside her hot shaft, she tugged upward on the protruding end. Then she fucked herself with long, incredibly-rapid thrusts and made herself cream like crazy.
Jeanne, who was just beginning to come around, took the dildo from her after it was slid out of her flooding cunt. As the other two had done, Jeanne blew the pink stick with ultimate dedication, licking it, swallowing, licking her lips, and sucking all the tasty juices into her stomach.
For the ensuing hour, the three nude women gathered themselves-dozing from time to time, but mainly just lying on the bed, relaxing in the comfortable haze that follows the most fulfilling acts.
When they finally drifted into the other room, they were stunned but hardly surprised to see that the others had run out of sexual energy with the dawn as much as they had-not even slightly!
Jill was sprawled on the couch, her pussy being eaten by Duke. At the same time, she was sucking on Mike's enormous hardon. She was squirming like mad. A few seconds later, she dumped her cunt load into Duke's mouth. And as he finished slurping up her juices, Mike's sperm bolted into her mouth.
Her head was jarred backward by his surging cream, but she kept the spitting knob in her mouth. She fed it deeper and sucked and sucked, with gulps punctuating the vacuuming actions of her lips and tongue. The horny hostess gently squeezed his hairy ball-sack as she milked his rich offering into her cream-parched mouth.
While this trio was finishing up, another act was commencing on the rug at the other end of the room. With his back propped against an easy chair, Phil was lapping Rita's cunt. Holding her by the buttocks, he pulled her closer and closer. She spread her knees and arched her jet-black mat of hair, presenting her enticing pink oval to him.
Phil whipped her clit to beady firmness with his tongue and gnashed in between his teeth and lips. While her lovely pussy undulated in his face, Sam came-up behind her. He lubricated her dark asshole with saliva from his fingertips, and then the tip of his tongue. Rita leaned forward to grant him easier access.
When she felt his hardon pushing through her moon-shaped asscheeks, Rita reached back and spread them with her gripping fingers. Sam reared up and, holding her around the hips, stabbed his black prick into the crinkled roundness of her pretty ass-ring.
With Phil's tongue still dancing in her scorching cunt, Rita felt Sam's might cock knife into her elastic shithole. Her splendid tits jiggling and swayed. She was twisting and jerking with pain and pleasure, but Phil kept his tongue buried and Sam pressed onward, inch by inch.
By the time Sam had gotten his bony prong all the way into her spongy, tight asshole, Rita lowered her backside slightly. Sam drew his hard rod a few inches out and slammed it back in. He used these short strokes until her rubbery anal muscles had given way and he could tear in and out of her with the full length of his hot prick.
Shortly, Rita unleashed a sizzling tidal wave of come into Phil's hard-sucking mouth. Then he withdrew, leaving her to Sam. With only the two of them engaged in the act, Sam really cut loose and skewered her sexy ass. Cupping her bouncing tits, he fired his ramrod up her until the pressure was too great.
"Wow! ... Ooooh! ... Beautiful!," Rita cried when his dam burst and she could feel his viscous cream surging up her asshole. It had been relatively dry up to that point, so the sudden rush of wet sperm thrilled her to no end. She pumped her ass up and down as he came, sucking the charging cream into her with her tight, raw ass-lip.
The white come oozed out of her brown ass after he pulled out. It took a few minutes for the very thick stuff to flow from deep in her ass, up near the intestines, to the bruised opening. But she could feel it, so she casually reached down and caught it in her fingers as it emerged. She licked her fingers and then dipped her hand back between her legs in hopes of finding more of the salty cream.
It was a little after nine when the doorbell rang. Jill wasn't expecting anyone. She ignored it. There was a second, much longer, ring. The person was demonstrating persistence, so she decided to answer it after the third ring. She turned down the music, ushered her guests into the bedroom (which was easier than making them dress), threw on a robe, and walked to the door.
It was her neighbor, Miss Parsons, who she knew only vaguely. Miss Parsons was perturbed but polite as she complained about the noise. She explained that she had called on the phone many times but had gotten no answer. While she played dumb and listened, Jill thought about how she had unplugged the phones.
"Pm very sorry we upset you, Miss Parsons," Jill lied.
"Oh, that's OK, don't worry about it. I like a good rip-roaring party myself," she replied, and promptly added, "And please call me Alice." Jill asked that Alice also use her first name. With the complaint forgotten, they proceeded to chat. Pretty sure that Alice was also a swinger, Jill invited her in.
At considerable length, she prepared Alice for the scene that would confront her. Alice seemed lackadaisical about the orgy Jill described. Then she shouted an "All clear" to the others. As Jill introduced her to her naked guests, Alice took it in stride and smoked the joint she was offered. Leaving was the farthest thing from her mind.
Alice stood around for a few minutes, checking the situation, occasionally talking to Jill, and gazing at Duke's gigantic cock. After a while, Duke noticed her admiration for his equipment and decided to look into things a little further.
Although not especially attractive, Alice was far from being ugly. In a gathering of less spectacular women, she would have appeared prettier. Unlike the others who weren't dwelling over her, Duke was quick to size up her potential.
Alice was a tall redhead with a somewhat slender figure. Mentally undressing her, Duke liked what he saw. They spoke for a few more minutes; then he led her into the small guest room, which was vacant.
Shutting the door, Duke said, "I think you should get into costume."
Alice smiled and replied, "Well, I guess I am overdressed for the occasion."
Duke unzipped her dress and slid it off her shoulders. Alice took off her slip and kicked off her shoes. His cock was jumping to life. Alice wore a bra that was well-filled. Rife with anticipation, Duke unhooked her. He came around to her front just in time to see an excellent set of graceful jugs unfolding below her freckled chest. His prick leaped again as she spilled them out of her bra.
After tossing the bra aside and clad in only white bikini panties, Duke gathered her in his muscular arms. Alice eagerly returned his wet kiss, and soon their tongues were flicking together and darting inside each other's mouths. Duke dragged her to the bed. When the backs of her knees hit the edge, she fell backward with Duke on top of her.
While their mouths ground together, he massaged her lovely tits. The proud nipples, which stuck out an extra inch, were soft and pink. But under Duke's feverish exhortations, they rapidly became dark and leathery. Alice, a young millionaire's daughter who lived alone, got her share of sex but it seemed to her like years since she had loved a man like Duke.
He blew in her ear, bit her on the neck, licked her shoulders and armpits, and then proceeded downward along the upper reaches of her chest, trailing saliva all the way. When he kissed the walls of the valley in between her lush tits, she heaved a sigh of joy.
And she began to writhe a bit when he Frenched her ripe nipples. He chewed lightly on her rosy nips. Alice's legs flinched and shivered from side to side. Duke hauntingly ran his hand up and down her long legs as the other hand caressed her surprisingly small but beautifully rounded buttocks.
Alice could feel her juices gurgling as her nerves called them into action. Duke rubbed the front of her panties above her slit. As his hand moved up and down, she felt like her pussy was made of highly combustible matter. As he unwound his arm to knead her exquisite tits, Duke slid his mouth across the flat plane of her belly. He was pleased to see sparse curls of orange cunt hair sneaking under her panty legs. How wonderful, a real redhead, he thought.
His hand crept under the elastic waistband of her panties and explored her dense bush of pubic hair. Alice automatically spread her legs for him. When he began to peel off her clinging panties, she cooperated by raising her ass off the bed for an instant. He showered an array of hot kisses in her bush and then kissed her legs, moving from one freckled stem to the other, as he slid down her panties.
To Alice, it seemed like ages before her final garment passed her tiny ankles and was flipped aside. When Duke came closer, she groped for his rigid, black cock. He sat beside her with his knees next to her head. She energetically jerked his prick, already hopelessly in love with it.
Then Duke leaned over her crisp mound of flaming cunt hair. His fingers slid up and down her moist cunt slit, with the pressure increasing all the time. Alice raised her knees and spread as far as she could His black fingers descended into her pink slit.
The mere touch of her large, pink clitoris ignited her fire. "Ohhh feels so good! ... so good!," she mumbled as he twisted her proud clit around and around. Still whipping her tight fist up and down his prick, Alice then lifted her right leg and hung it over his left shoulder.
As he sat between her legs, Duke lowered his mouth to her priceless cunt. Alice lurched when he ran his tongue along her juicy slit and pressed it so hard on her greasy clit that it doubled in half. His perfect Frenching made her moan and plead with ecstasy.
Sucking her hot hole, Duke was having the time of his life. She had one of the wettest, most delicious cunts he had ever eaten. With one hand jerking his prick and the other pulling against the back of his shaven skull, Alice shook and bucked in sweet pleasure. He held her clit firmly in his pursed lips until she rattled through a series of spasms.
Then he plunged his tongue deep into her slobbering cunt and lapped the walls of her smelly, dripping shaft. "God! ... Aggh! ... Duke! ... Oooohh!," she whimpered. Her pussy was very hot and awash with bittersweet juices, but he decided to screw her then and there nevertheless; otherwise, he might suck the life out of her.
As he mounted her, Alice never let go of his mammoth hardon. She pulled it toward her slimy slit and rammed the knob inside. Duke paused for two seconds. "Oh, please, hurry up! Please! I'll die!," she gasped. Then he threw his entire body forward, crashing his tool into her sopping, squishy cunt.
With her fingers digging into his bare back, Duke rolled his ass in small circles as he drilled her. His prick was encased in her sweet pussy as if they had been made for each other. Biting her lower lip, Alice rested her heels atop his bouncing asscheeks. As he picked up speed, her poised thighs slapped against his rib cage and his nuts slapped into her lower ass-crack.
Joined together at a dozen places, their bodies rocked as one for fifteen minutes. Alice spilled a geyser of cunt juice on his pumping rod toward the end, making him slow down for a spell, but beside that aberration, he steadily increased the pace of his furious strokes. When they came, they did so together, squirting cream while their sweaty bodies shuddered in piercing tremors of joy that made their minds reel at a dizzying clip.
While they were screwing, the guests were saying their thanks and filtering out the door. After they had caught their breath, they walked out to find Liz waiting for him. Duke, following words with Liz, got dressed and left with her.
Wearing nothing but an apron, Ingrid was helping Jill and Sam clean up. With the mess pretty well under control, she too departed before long. Nude, and not feeling at all self-conscious about it, Alice helped Sam and Jill finish the job.
CHAPTER 10
"That was much easier than I thought it would be," Jill commented, referring to the clean-up job. She and Sam sat on the couch, Alice in a chair, all nude. Without clothes, Alice seemed very beautiful to her. Jill could tell that Sam had designs on her willowy, red-haired splendor, also.
Already happy that the party had been such an overwhelming success, Jill was further pleased at discovering Alice-she chided herself for not getting to know her neighbors sooner. It was obvious that Alice felt the same way, especially when she was eyeing Sam.
They had an excellent conversation for the next hour. Then Jill and Sam ran out of gas-they were mentally and physically worn out. Since the trio wanted to get together later, they arranged such a regrouping. While Alice did her errands during the afternoon, they would sleep.
"Dinner at seven OK?" Jill asked.
"Sure, see you then," Alice replied as she slipped on her dress for the twenty-second walk to her apartment.
While Sam was still in the shower, Jill greeted Alice shortly after seven. Jill was fashionable attired in silver lounging pajamas with a black, lattice-work belt. Alice wore a tight-fitting purple minidress that, appropriately, placed heavy emphasis on her perfectly-shaped long legs. As they sipped cocktails, they found that, in addition to being quite fond of each other, they shared many interests-art, the theatre, and off-beat capital investment.
Not feeling like cooking, Jill ordered entrees from a nearby steak house. Just prior to delivery, Sam emerged. French brandy and a cigar for him followed dinner. Then they adjourned to the library and talked, with soothing light music in the background.
Eventually, they proceeded to the master bedroom. Jill wanted to show Alice a new dress, but it was also a ploy. That fact was obvious when she invited Sam to join them. All Alice had been thinking about during the afternoon was sex. While she was shown the dress, she had difficulty keeping her eyes off Sam. Jill realized this.
"Will you two excuse me? I just remembered that I have to make some phone calls," she said tactfully. She closed the door behind her, leaving Sam and Alice to themselves.
Sam, who had been waiting for such an opportunity, approached Alice. She gazed at him with a kittenish grin. Without further ado, he took her in his arms and held her close. Their lips met. Her mouth opened and sucked on his protruding tongue.
While they embraced, Sam lowered the zipper of her dress. She shrugged it off. He slipped his hand into her bra cup and rubbed and pinched her white, flawless flesh. Simultaneously, Alice freed the clasp of her bra. Sam bent down to slide off her panties as she tossed her bra in the general direction of the dressing table.
Sam took off his shoes and socks and stripped to the waist. When his hands moved to his belt buckle, Alice said, "Wait. Let me." She sat him on the edge of the bed and began to pull off his pants. Alice had never sucked a black man's cock before. She was terribly disappointed that Duke had to leave before she could suck his; her heart had been set on blowing him. But Sam was equally well-endowed and she liked him better, so Alice grew so excited that she almost ripped his pants.
Finally he, too, was nude. While he lay on his back on the bed, Alice lay on top of him. She soon was playing with his nuts and super-hard cock. Then she went down on him. Licking his black belly and her own lips, she drew closer and closer. She tried to be slow about it, but her desire was simply too great.
Sam aroused the heavy nipples on her drooping tits as she clenched the base of his huge cock and tongued up and down it. Alice licked and sucked his black-bristled nuts before returning to his cock.
Smearing warm, sticky saliva on his prong, she stopped at the blood-filled knob. Her mouth opened. Her lips didn't close until they circled the ring of skin that was like an inner tube around his bleating cock. While she slid her red lips up and down, Alice's tongue hungrily caressed the smooth crown.
Working faster all the time, Alice took more of his stiff cock in her horny mouth. Soon she was blowing like a banshee. Her long, red hair flew around and concealed her face. She occasionally flipped the locks away, but it took only a half minute before they again hung over her forehead. Her tits vibrated as if they were plugged in as her mouth slid up and down his slick pole.
Sam, who was rubbing her sexy buttocks, could feel pressure building in his loins. He flexed his thigh muscles and arched his ass. With great reluctance, he stopped her. She understood-there would be plenty of time to suck later.
Before Sam could roll her over, Alice sat on his towering prick, forcing it up her flaming cunt. With the first stroke, Sam peered down and all that was visible was a half inch of his black prick; the rest was buried in her orange-haired cunt.
Alice had tilted her head back with sweet delight. She briefly opened her eyes, saw the ceiling, started to get dizzy, and closed them. Sam began to drive his rod up into her. With her tits bouncing, she joyfully took all he had.
Then he wrapped his arms around her and, after pulling her chest down to his, he carefully rolled them over so he was on top. Sam powered into her hot cunt with great thrusts. After only a few minutes, Alice launched into a wild climax, shrieking and expelling greasy waves of cunt juice.
She screwed so well that Sam found it impossible to hold back. Only a few minutes after she had come, Alice felt his jets of life-giving froth spurting into her body. When he pulled out, Alice licked his cream-coated, limp cock. As she swallowed the mixture of his sperm and her cunt juice, Jill reappeared. She calmly sat down to watch.
Although she had licked his cock clean, Alice didn't want to surrender it. No, she was intent on sucking it until it hardened so she could feel it pounding into the back of her throat and feel his cream jetting into her mouth.
As she worked on his cock, Sam fingered her cunt. The he clawed a finger into her asshole and rubbed her enormous tits. Alice soon turned her kneeling body around. Sam placed her knees beside his head and pulled her luscious pussy down to his face. He slurped her slit and then poked his tongue inside.
Much to her delight, Alice felt his cock swelling inside her mouth. As it straightened, the tip jammed against her gums. She adjusted, and slid her lips along the fat staff. She had never felt anything so wonderful! Rolling his nuts around in her upturned palm, she blew him with all she had. With his tongue slithering in and out of her juicy pink cunt at the same time, Alice was swept into a fog of delirium.
Jill threw off all her clothes as she watched. Sitting Indian-style in the plush chair, she squeezed her tits. She dropped one hand to her hairy crotch. While fingering her clitty, she pinched her ripe nipples. She twirled her fingers in her murky slit. Her jaw dropped. She was so horny that she thought she would cream before the 69 ended.
Almost, but not quite, Alice's mouth was quickly filled with Sam's gushing load: It was so supremely exciting for her that she came seconds later. As her fivers of cunt juice flowed into his wildly-slurping mouth, Alice swished his rich cream around in her mouth. It was the thickest, most delicious sauce she had ever tasted. She savored it until she thought she'd gag. After swallowing, she squeezed, licked, sucked, and jerked for more.
Jill replaced Sam, who was still licking his chops. And, as Jill ate her drenched, creamy cunt, Alice was trying to get another marvelous ooze out of his softening tool. Jill was horny beyond belief, but it was not the ideal time for persuading Alice to eat her first cunt. That would have to wait, but she did masturbate Jill to orgasm ... and was enjoying herself, too, much to the redhead's chagrin.
Alice had always felt very reticent about making love to another woman. Jill had thrust her head between her legs so fast that Alice did not have a chance to stop her. After that, she only knew that she liked it-loved it, in fact.
So it seemed like the natural, normal thing to do when she stuck her fingers in Jill's cunt. As they rested, she thought about how pretty Jill's pussy was, but wondered if she'd have the nerve to eat it. She wanted to so much, yet was afraid. Aware of this, Jill knew the worst thing she could do would be to pressure Alice into it.
For almost an hour, they sipped brandy and discussed the party. Although it wasn't mentioned, they all realized that the moment of truth was growing near for Alice. She was admiring Jill. She wanted to touch her. She wanted to suck her cunt.
She moved closer to Jill, who responded by closing the gap from her side of the bed. As their legs touched, Alice reached out for her. "You're very beautiful, Jill," she whispered. Jill smiled wanly. She began rubbing Alice's back.
Alice cupped her lovely tits. After staring at them, she slowly lowered her mouth to them. She gently kissed them. Then she dragged her wet tongue along the shapely mounds of soft flesh until she reached her nipples. As she kissed them firmly, her puckered lips opened to suck them into her warm mouth. "That's terrific, Alice," Jill said tenderly. Sucking her tits, Alice proceeded to lap, and then bite, her ripe, crimson nips inside her mouth.
Jill was pleased to see that Alice was becoming more and more confident of herself. She was like a little girl, fascinated by the mysteries of sex unfolding before her very eyes. Alice stroked her legs, back, and buttocks. Eventually,. she slid her hand into Jill's ass-crack. Gradually, she found the bottom convergence of her cunt slit.
As she explored the hairy region, Alice toyed with her damp slit, but with great caution. While it was true that she had her fingers in Jill's cunt before, that was different: it was in the heat of passion, but this was a singular, premeditated act.
"Ahhh ... feels wonderful," Jill cooed as she spread her legs further apart. Then Alice withdrew her hand and approached Jill's treasure from the front. After rubbing her cunt some more, she dabbed a finger inside. For several minutes, Alice wound around inside her gleaming, smelly hole. All the while, her mouth grew closer and closer.
Even surprising herself somewhat, Alice suddenly kissed Jill squarely on the cunt lips. Jill moaned and rocked backward until her thighs were perpendicular to the bed. Alice was out of control, whipping her slimy clit and sucking her pink labia more furiously than anyone thought possible so soon after her extreme caution.
Alice was in her own little dream world. Her mind and spirit were focused solely on Jill. Her cunt fumes seeped up her nostrils, making her drunk and even more perfectly dizzy with desire, while her lips and tongue became thoroughly saturated with Jill's delicious cunt oil.
While she chewed, Alice felt her own cunt burning up. She reached down to attend to it, but before she got there, Sam did the job for her. While he finger-fucked her, Alice clawed a finger, and then another, into Jill's dark, sunken asshole. Soon Sam was Frenching her steaming cunt, which made her eat Jill with all the more vigor.
"Alice, darling-I'm gonna come! I'm coming! CUUMMMING, ALICE!!," Jill cried. Alice didn't know what to expect for that fraction of a second; she only knew that she didn't want to quit now. Virtually as Jill uttered the last word, she let loose a bubbling downpour of sticky, tangy cunt juice.
Alice kept her mouth hinged onto Jill's slit, despite her unavoidable writhing and shivering. Alice sucked very hard, finding the initial gushes just too delicious to be satisfied with. She wanted more! Her tongue delved for cunt juice while her lips inhaled feverishly. Though Jill's palpitations decreased in intensity, Alice kept Frenching her sopping cunt. She could never get enough of the unique-tasting pussy elixir.
While Alice was building her toward more acute tremors, Jill spun her body around. Although Sam was wild for Alice's cunt, he surrendered it to Jill. He could see that she was dead set on a 69. Before diving into the slobbering hole, Jill turned her head to Alice and purred, "My love, I'm gonna give you the sucking of your life." Torrid passion dripped from her every word.
As she dug in, Alice nibbled on her cunt until it hurt, then slammed her tongue deep into her convulsing shaft. Jill spread her cunt lips with her fingers and licked her greasy, red folds of sensitive membrane. Both girls lurched so violently that arms tightly twined around thighs were necessary to sustain contact.
In due time, Alice exploded into her mouth. As her cunt juice simmered from the depths of her womanhood, she locked her legs around Jill's head. Swift waves of pristine bliss streaked throughout her entire body. She jerked and wiggled madly. Her head swam. Her cunt was being singed with ecstasy. She felt like her internal organs were being juggled, as she entered a state of semi-consciousness she had never known before.
While Jill gobbled up her zesty cream, Alice sucked her with insane fervor. One final, strenuous bite on her rasping clitty was all she needed to climax. Alice eagerly drank her second emission of heavily-seasoned cunt juice.
Then, as they licked their lips, they settled into tranquility. The calm arrived with the abruptness with which the cunt-sucking tornado had struck and consumed them.
Sam was hard and horny, but there was nothing he could do-for the time being. One look at the girls told him that; embracing each other under the top sheet, they appeared to be sound asleep. So he flicked off the light, closed the door, and moved to the television for company. He considered calling Sally, but decided that would be too complicated and dangerous.
After an hour and a half, he checked on the naked girls-still no sign of life. But when he checked again a half hour later, he found that his timing was perfect. Alice and Jill were twisting their opened mouths together and fondling each other's tits.
He watched them suck lustily on each other's tits, then joined them. While Jill felt Alice's wet lips sliding down through her tangle of sandy hair and into her hot cunt slit, she grasped his cock. She gave it a few quick jerks as she brought her mouth close. It twitched to full hardness. Feeding it into her mouth with her tongue flapping like crazy, Jill rolled his bloated nuts around in her hand.
As Alice's horny tongue was slithering past her slick lips into her pleading cunt, Sam spun around until he could suck Alice's splendid pussy. The three of them sucked each other for several minutes, squirming and quivering and bucking like animals in heat.
Then, as Sam lay on his back, Alice lowered her cunt onto his jutting tool. She panted and gasped with delight as he laced into her. While she jumped up and down, Jill sat on his face. After plucking her cunt hairs out of his nose and mouth, he poked his tongue up her sizzling, juicy hole.
He fucked with his prick and tongue at the same time. Soon the rhythm was broken when Jill erupted into frenzied spasms. Her load poured into his mouth. Shortly after she dismounted, Alice creamed on his driving tool. He speared her for another few seconds with studly power, and then shot, filling her belching cunt with gooey sperm.
Delirious and wonderfully satisfied, Alice fell off his stick. Noticing that it was still oozing cream, Jill stuffed it into her mouth and sucked it dry. Once she had finished off Sam's great cock, she turned to Alice and lapped her flooding twat until all the flavorful come had been digested.
CHAPTER 11
Alice, Jill and Sam spent a great deal of time together during the next few weeks. It was almost as if the two apartments were joined into one, with everyone enjoying access to either one at any time of day or night. When not in bed together, Jill and Alice went to plays and parties together and did their shopping as one. They brought Sam along whenever they could be sure of not running into anyone they knew.
Therefore, Jill wasn't surprised at the sight that met her eyes one morning after she had returned from a consultation with her broker. Alice, completely naked, was kneeling on the floor in front of the loveseat in the library with Sam's mighty hardon flying in and out of her mouth. He was sprawled on the edge, his pants pulled down around his calves, jerking his pelvis and obviously enjoying himself tremendously.
Jill said hello and, after they acknowledged her presence, went about her business. No one thought any more of it. However, Jill was reminded of something that she had been meaning to bring up with Sam ever since the big party.
Late that same night, she and Sam were screwing. After they came and he had withdrawn his shriveling cock from her drenched cunt, she searched for the right words. It was a relaxed, tender moment-ideal for such a talk, she thought.
"Sam," she said quietly, "you remember that weekend I went to Boston, don't you?"
"Sure," he replied.
"Well, isn't there something you want to tell me about it?" He felt like he'd been slapped in the mouth with a pistol.
"You won't believe this, but I honestly was gonna tell ya about it," Sam said in an uncomfortable tone. He was much more upset than she expected he would be, so she took him off the hook.
"Don't sweat it. I don't mind. It's just that I first heard about it when Liz bragged to me at the party. You can imagine what a bring-down that was," Jill explained, and added, "I only wish you'd tell me. The last thing I want is for you to feel imprisoned here."
He agreed that it was best to be open and honest about such matters. He promised he would be in the future and proved it by telling her about Sally the next morning. Jill was sufficiently perceptive to realize that if she kept him caged, she would lose him. That was the secret of her success.
While Jill wasn't at all taken aback by the blow job in the library, another incident three days later did mildly stun her. She knew Ingrid was working for her that day, but she hardly expected to walk into the bedroom to see her nude and wearing a dildo! Apparently the Swedish maid had learned something from Liz at the party.
"That's all right. Just pretend I'm not here," she said after the impact had worn off. She sat down to watch; this was a show she didn't want to miss for the world.
As Ingrid finished strapping on the long, fat, pink dildo, Alice sat on the bed waiting for her. She was wearing a blue turtleneck sweater and nothing else. The tall redhead was fingering her cunt, unable to keep still while Ingrid got ready.
With the dildo pointing straight out from her hairy cunt, she settled onto the bed. Ingrid immediately rubbed her bare legs. Then she licked them, starting just above her knees and not stopping until she was frantically lapping Alice's boiling cunt. As she worked, Alice reached for her hanging tits. She cupped them and squeezed them.
Then Ingrid lifted her mouth and prepared to screw her.
Since she had first sucked Jill's cunt, Alice had become more and more excited about the whole Lesbian scene. And two days ago, while discussing sex with Ingrid, the European had mentioned dildos. Alice demanded to hear more about it. By the time Ingrid left for the day, the two girls had a date. Typically, Alice had thought of nothing else during those forty-eight hours.
With Alice's help, Ingrid nosed the tapered end of the rubber tool in between her fiery cunt lips. Then Ingrid wound up and plowed it into her. Alice chirped with pleasure as it sliced open her deep cunt muscles. Jill could see that Ingrid had gotten plenty of practice-she fucked flawlessly.
Alice locked her legs around her pounding body. Their mouths were glued together, their, hands digging and racing upon each other's bodies. As the minutes passed, Ingrid picked up the tempo. She slid her body up on Alice's until she had evoked a volley of clit spasms. Then she powered into her as fast as she possibly could.
Alice yelped shortly thereafter as she shook and quivered with joy. Flailing her arms and legs in every direction, she drenched the hammering tool with cunt cream. Her load was so great that, despite the impaled dildo, she dumped a puddle of juice on the sheet below.
Ingrid pulled out after Alice settled down. Jill was just finishing undressing. Having caught her breath, Alice licked her own spunk off the tool. Jill hopped on the bed and helped Alice clean Ingrid's tool. Jill's cunt was burning with desire, so she was very pleased to see that Ingrid wanted to eat her.
While she and Alice tongued each other's mouths, Ingrid kissed her damp cunt lips. Jill spread all the way. Taking advantage of the treat exposed under her loving mouth, Ingrid plunged her tongue into Jill's pussy. Her tongue darted around in her hole for a while. Then Ingrid flopped on top of her. Alice got out of the way in the nick of time, barely avoiding getting her head crushed by Ingrid's descending body.
Ingrid paused for alignment. Jill arched her seething cunt for her. She groaned with pain and pleasure as Ingrid rampaged in and out of her shaft. As they screwed with incredible fury from the outset, Alice burrowed underneath Ingrid's bobbing ass. Her tongue jumped from dildo to Jill's cunt to Ingrid's cunt. Finding that things were simply too crowded, she retreated to Ingrid's asshole, which she licked with immense pleasure.
When they were through, however, Alice had a full-course dinner. She sucked the dildo, then Jill's dripping slit. As she swallowed and looked for more, Jill had trouble getting over the fact that Alice had become an absolute tigress! It was clear to her what Alice freely admitted: that the party had marked a turning point in her life.
It was also apparent that Alice was dying to try the dildo. Recalling the way Liz had helped her, Ingrid took her under her wing. As Ingrid and Jill adjusted the straps and hitched up the network, Alice fired questions at them, told them how it felt, talked to herself, and repeatedly said how excited she was. Indeed, she was; in fact, she couldn't keep quiet for ten consecutive seconds.
Finally, she was all set. While she strutted around the room proudly and admired herself in the mirror, Jill and Ingrid reclined on the double bed, side by side. When Alice saw them raise their knees and plant their feet a yard apart, she dashed to them.
She was puzzled for an instant. Who first, she deliberated, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings by implying a preference. Then she slurped Jill's cunt while fingering Ingrid's. A minute or so later, she switched. And switched back again, just prior to ramming her pink tool into Jill's cunt. Ingrid fingered herself as she waited.
Her wait was brief. Alice hauled her glistening dildo out of Jill's cunt and, only a few seconds later, crashed it into Ingrid. For the next half hour, Alice switched back and forth. Instead of being frustrating, Ingrid and Jill found the routing to be great fun.
By the time Alice had switched ten times, a cloud of pungent cunt odor hung over the bed. The sheet was absolutely soaked, but that didn't matter; to the contrary, Jill came to enjoy sliding her bare ass around in a pool of cunt grease.
She came for the second time, Ingrid for the third, before Alice stopped. Actually, she didn't want to, but she was so exhausted she could hardly move. While she rested, the two girls were plotting their next act. Alice was oblivious to them until they decided she had rested long enough.
Then they pounced on her and pulled off her sweater. Jill lapped her cunt slit while Ingrid kneaded and sucked her tits. Now it was their turn to switch. "Holy shit! I don't believe it!," Alice whined. Though tired, she couldn't say no-it was too good. So Jill gnawed on her stiff, dark nipples and Ingrid sucked her tits. Again and again they switched, bringing Alice to a rapid-fire flurry of orgasms. She was so tired that she went straight home, got into bed, and didn't get up the entire next day.
Sam stuck his head in the bathroom and said to Jill, "I'm going over to see Duke. Won't be late."
"Liz is in Japan this week, ya know. You still going?," Jill wise-cracked as she lounged in the tub, surrounded by a sea of suds. She was only kidding. In the same spirit, Sam picked up a handful of suds and flipped them in her face. Before she could retaliate, he was out the door.
While it was true that Liz was in the Orient, other fine chicks were not. Duke had planned a little gathering. On Sam's recommendation, he had invited Sally, the sixteen-year-old swinger, and Jeanne, who had previously wired Duke that she would be in New York and would like to see him.
Sam was the last to arrive. As soon as he entered Liz's plush pad, Sally cried, "Sam! Oh, Sam!" and flew into his arms. She was more than ever convinced that her love for him was real, deep, and meaningful. The two inter-racial couples listened to music, chatted, made out, and smoked grass (supplied by Sally) for the first hour.
Then, nicely stoned, they got down to business. Duke unbuttoned Jeanne's blouse and unhooked her lacey bra while his tongue and lips caressed her mouth and neck. The sexy little French girl slipped off the garments. He licked her pert titties. His black mouth sucked on them. He chewed them. Her pulse quickening, Jeanne dropped her hand on the firm bulge in his pants and stroked it.
Meanwhile, Sam divested young Sally of her pantsuit. He was glad to see that she wore no bra. He mauled her excellent tits and then threw off all his clothes. As his fingers groped around inside her tiny panties, Sally cooed, "It's still the same, isn't it, Sam? Nothing's different. Your feelings haven't changed, have they?"
"No, Sally, they haven't, " he responded. Technically, he was telling the truth. She continued to evoke assurances of their romantic solidarity as he slid her panties past her ankles.
After dousing the lights at her insistence, Sam clamped his mouth onto her cute, black-maned pussy. As he nipped at her clitty, his hands covered her tits, squeezing them and pushing the mounds in small circles. Sally gasped and whined. Half of her expressions were real, half melodramatic.
Before long, the real part swept away the rest. She grew so aroused from his cunt-sucking that he had to lower his hands from her tits to her thighs-it was the only way of keeping her under control.
On the other side of the room, Duke and Jeanne were also nude ... and thrashing through a wild 69. He ate her pussy to a jarring orgasm. After sucking a little longer, Duke rolled their bodies over and slammed his black hardon into her fragile cunt. Jeanne was only infantile in size compared to Duke, but she loved the feeling of being pinned beneath him.
Although they started after Duke and Jeanne, Sam and Sally finished screwing first. He plunged his mighty prick into Sally and drilled her for ten minutes. After she rollicked in the throes of a roller-coaster of an orgasm, she could take it no longer, Sam wanted to ball for another two hours at least-that's how much he loved her young, innocent body-but her cunt was too raw and bruised to go on.
Nevertheless, he attempted to continue. He slowed his fuck-strokes, but to no avail. Sally, who wasn't used to such huge organs on a regular basis, felt like she's been battered by a great pole of solid granite twice the size of her shaft. After she had creamed and he was testing her ability to go on she moaned, "No! No! OOOH! IT HUTS!! STOP!!"
So Sam suddenly fucked with all he had. It took twenty seconds of lightning-fast thrusts to finish with a flourish of spurting white cream. The pain was agonizing, but when she felt his sperm rushing into her pussy, it was the most wonderful sensation of relief.
Leaving his satisfied cock inside her drooling cunt, Sam lay still, covering her pert figure with his muscular black frame. He had to put most of his weight on his knees and elbows for her to survive. While she mumbled about their undying love for each other, Sam was listening to the slurping, sloshing, gasping sounds that Duke and Jeanne were producing.
Duke fucked her fast, he fucked her slowly. They shifted to a new position every few minutes. Soon after passing the half-hour mark, Jeanne's entire body ignited in a thrashing, vibrating, rumbling orgasm. A fraction of a second after she unleashed her throbbing waves of cunt juice, Duke's lava gushed forth. As their loads converged, they shook like chickens with their heads cut off. Then goose bumps formed all over their skin-surfaces.
Once their bodies had been rejuvenated and their minds returned to earth, Duke and Jeanne shared a Marlboro. Then he saw Sam get up and head to the kitchen. He quickly stood up and, after asking Jeanne if she was thirsty "also," strode out to the kitchen.
In addition to quenching thirsts, Duke had another piece of business to attend to. In hushed tones, he extended an invitation to Sam to move in with he and Liz. For three weeks, Liz had been bugging him about putting the proposition to Sam. He explained that it was strictly on her behalf, but he had no objections whatsoever if Sam took her up on it.
Sam had suspected such an offer eventually, but was somewhat surprised by the directness of the proposition. He thought for a minute and then said, "Listen, Duke, you got a good thing and I got a good thing. Why risk it? So, for the time being, I'll say thanks but no thanks. That doesn't mean I won't change my mind in the future. Dig it?"
"That's what I thought you'd say, and I can't say I blame you," Duke replied. He said he would forward his decision to Liz and then added, "You know where Liz is at. Don't expect her to give up easily."
"Yes I got yuh," Sam countered.
With that taken care of, they rejoined the girls. For the next two hours, the intercourse was social. But sexual desire asserted itself once again. Not wanting to have Sally being forced to obey her curfew at an inopportune moment like last time, Sam took charge.
He showered wet kisses on her mouth and tits. He fucked her between her lovely little breasts, which she thought was simply terrific. Then he dropped his mouth to her cunt and lapped it with abandon. After he had gnawed on her hot clit and sucked her crimson outer lips, he mounted her.
But she was still too sore. She apologetically told him that getting eaten was almost too much to endure. "If you give it to me, Sam, I won't be able to walk for a week ... that's if I live through it. I'm sorry! I want you more than anything! But I can't!
I'm sorry!," she whined.
Instead of speaking, Sam looked down at his prick, pointing out that he was hard and very horny. Sally didn't know what to do; she had never sucked a cock, yet she didn't want to leave him unsatisfied. The mere thought of him getting his rocks off on someone else appalled her.
She deliberated for a moment. Then she came to the stark realization that she had no choice but to blow him down. Moving very cautiously, she kissed her way to his crotch. While she worked up enough nerve to touch her mouth to his enormous black cock, she jerked it and played with his heavy balls and rubbed his thighs.
When she lightly kissed his stiff prick, Sally discovered that it wasn't bad at all. She licked it and liked it. It felt good, and Sam was extremely clean and masculine. Her efforts doubled. She ran her pink tongue up and down his prong, lathering the taut, veiny skin with warm saliva.
By the time her tongue had doused the entire knob of his proud stick, Sally had come to the conclusion that her fears had been foolish and baseless. With the very tip of her tongue, she had tasted the tiny amount of oil that was seeping out of his cock-slit. And she was pleased with the flavor-far from being bad, it was sexy and delicious. She couldn't wait to drink more of it.
Consequently, it was with great relish that Sally closed her lips over the dome. Sam was happy that she enjoyed the flavor and feel of his prick; rather than pulling out at the end, he would be able to cream in her mouth.
Progressing slowly but steadily, she sucked his cock into her wet mouth. She took all but a few inches, which was good enough, considering the dedication of her flicking tongue and soft lips. As she slid up and down his slick tool with increasing speed, Sam bucked his hips with greater frequency. The pressure was welling up. Then suddenly he arched his ass into the air and flexed.
His rich sperm burst into her mouth. While she knew it would seem sudden, Sally never thought it would explode into her virgin mouth with such power. She felt like her mouth and throat were being assaulted by a quart of the thick stuff. It was too much. She gagged. Her open mouth splattered hot cream all over his nuts and hair and stomach. But she recovered after one quick cough.
She thrust the spitting tool back into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. It seemed to Sam that she was trying to make up for what she had wasted. While swallowing one spurt of cream, her jerking lips brought another. She adored the salty flavor. The thick goo caressed her mouth. With pleasure, Sally consumed all the fabulous sperm she could draw out of him. She damned herself for not sucking him sooner and overcoming her ridiculous mental hang-ups.
Sam also regretted that she couldn't stay long enough to blow him again-she had done a fine job. While she got dressed and said good-bye (with all that involved), Duke and Jeanne were going at it hot and heavy. Her legs were held high in the air by his shoulder blades as he pumped his hardon into her asshole.
Despite the fact that he had used salve, it hurt a great deal at the outset. Jeanne had felt like his mammoth prick was doing irreparable damage to her anus. But, after he had totally penetrated her, the pain lessened with each succeeding stroke. She knew that the trick was to relax, but that wasn't easy in the beginning.
With her rectal muscles stretched to accommodate him, they both had a delightful time. As his lumber ripped in and out of her shithole, Jeanne's pussy got so hot and wet that she had to finger-fuck herself. Then he creamed in her ass. After withdrawing, Duke grabbed her wrist and yanked her greasy fingers out of her slobbering, boiling cunt. Though he had just come, he was willing to meal her cunt for the short period required to bring her to climax.
Jill and Duke rendezvoused in a small, out-of-the-way cafe in Greenwich Village. They arrived within five minutes of each other and took a corner table facing the door. As they sipped espresso, he reported Sam's reaction to the proposition offered by Liz.
She was glad to hear that he had declined, yet realized that Liz would keep trying to steal him; that was her style and reputation. For Jill, the job was to make damn sure that Sam didn't become discontented and susceptible to Liz's standing offer.
When Duke completed his report, Jill peeled seven one-hundred-dollar bills off a wad. She had to pay him that much to guarantee that he couldn't be tempted into becoming a triple agent. Duke counted the money. They arranged the time and place of their meeting and went their separate ways.
"Hoah! ... Easy! . ... Wait a " Sam moaned that very evening. His enormous black prick was charging in and out of Jill's mouth. Although he wanted to stop her so he could fuck, she would have none of it; sucking his delicious cock was the foremost thing on her mind and she refused to be deterred.
Clenching it tightly in her fists at the hairy base, Jill sucked and squeezed and bit and chewed. Exerting a semblance of control over Sam by bribing Duke and spoiling him to death wasn't enough-she would have her say in bed, too. So, the more Sam squirmed and rasped, the more determined Jill became. Surrender was her death.
The vise-like grip of her fists and the furious blow-strokes of her mouth soon prevailed. Sam realized it was fruitless to resist. "Ahhh ... Mmmmm!," he sighed as his titanic load of cream surged into her waiting mouth. Jill, with closed eyes, basked in the-swirling, flighty consciousness the gushing sperm yielded.
She eagerly swallowed the thick, salty fluid while greeting more with her leaping tongue. Long after she expected it to, the flow diminished in its furor. Jill swished it around in her mouth and digested it. But she wasn't quite through-once she had slid the mighty tool out of her mouth, she ran her hands up and down the great length, begging for the final oozes of tasty semen, and carefully catching it on the thin tip of her tongue before flipping it into her throat.
Well after she had finished the yummy treat, Sam was impressed by her resolution. This pleased Jill to no end. He spoke: "You act like that's the first jizz you ever tasted." She liked the idea of him being on the confused defensive; it kept a balance in their relationship and perpetuated it on a healthy, mature level.
"Why, Sam, did you actually think you understood women?" she said in a mocking tone. He acknowledged her valid point with a wide grin. He liked chicks that weren't slaves. He didn't want his boots licked all the time as some were won't to do. Like Sally.
While the blow job had been more than excellent and Jill had also made her point, they both understood that Sam would get his fine screwing in due time. When he was sufficiently resuscitated, he went to work on her to achieve that end.
Massaging her ripe tits, he knelt between her arched legs to meal her cunt. He lapped her moist, hot slit vigorously and then rammed his tongue inside her pussy. She was sloshing wet with cunt grease and twisting in delight in a flash.
Soon her pussy was slapping hard in his face and she was pleading with him. "C'mon, you stud . ... take me now! Take me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!! NOW!!," she wailed. He needed little convincing-his cock was hard as steel and hot as coals.
Anxiously mounting her, Sam drove his prick all the way into her squishy cunt with only one powerful thrust. Jill's breath was hopelessly suspended until the fifth stroke. Then she began to pant with him. For five glorious minutes he screwed her with rather slow strokes, but they were enough to make her boil over. As she gasped and spilled her sticky cunt juice, he continued balling.
After she vas launched toward another sweet orgasm, Sam picked up the tempo. Their sweaty bodies locked into a blissful, spiritual, pounding, thrashing, loving oneness. Rocking in the scorching tenderness like love machines, they fucked to a tumultuous dual release. His jets of hot cream exploded into her slimy shaft as her emissions of cloudy come bolted forth to caress them.
Then there was absolute tranquility-the finite peace that can only be borne of deep love and understanding. While Sam seldom admitted it to himself, this was one of the moments in which love could not be denied. Their awareness of, and respect for, each other's needs would carry them onward, as it had transported them this far, transcending background, race, and class.
