Chapter 10

Fortunately I had packed a lightweight robe this morning. When the waiter from Room Service brought our lunch, Marie remained in the bedroom while I had him set the tray on the coffee table in the living room of the suite. After he had gone, Marie joined me, nude and lovely, and I slipped out of the robe. Seated beside her on the sofa, our bare thighs in cozy touch, and her breasts and furry pussy more appetizing than any food on the tray, I firmly resolved that Jan and I would spend at least one day each week at home, enjoying each other's nakedness. I had ordered two double martinis, tomato and clam juice, hamburgers and coffee. We toasted our affection and mutual joy with the martinis. I sniffed at my glass of clam juice, thinking, if I dared to ask, how lovely it would taste if I could drink it out of her pussy.

After lunch, we returned to bed, kissing and fondling each other. Her touch was as moving as an electric cattle prod, my prick jerking erect on contact with her fingertip. I regarded it with manly pride, a thing of beauty, and a joy (I hoped) forever.

"Now, baby, what are we going to do with this thing?" "Put it where it belongs."

I stretched my six feet of pulsing urgency on top of her, spreading her thighs with my knees.

"Do you always use this position, honey?"

"I never tried any other. Any suggestions? " She laughed. "Ten or twelve. Ever tried it sitting on a chair?"

"Show me."

"There's a straight chair in the living room. Come on."

I sat down, keeping my knees together. Bending over, she first nibbled at the head of my cock. "Have to keep him straight." Spreading her legs, she sat astride me, taking my cock and wetting it in her slit. She squatted down on the head of it, moving her ass a bit until the crown entered. "Ah, he's big and stiff and satisfying, honey," she said, sliding down on it. Her heels must have been hooked around the back chair legs, because I could feel her pull herself even closer after I thought she had settled onto the base of my prick. With one hand at her back, I snugged her to me, sensing her hardened nipples point into my chest. With the other hand on her ass, I worked with her rhythmic motions, as she slid up and down on my greased pole.

"Didn't you ever try this with Jan?"

"No."

"Do you always do it the same way with her? " "Yes."

"Oh, the poor girl." She put her lips over mine, thrusting her tongue stiffly into my mouth while her ass slid up and down with increasing tempo like a jazz trombonist taking off on a wild solo. I wasn't ready yet. Except for my stiff cock impaling her, I was not even part of the act-so intrigued had I become in the artistry of her performance. She came with racking spasms and gibbering cries, sinking at last onto my still-stiff prick, her head resting on my shoulder. For a minute or so, she remained limp and inert, then she leaned back to stare into my eyes. "You haven't come yet." Wiggling her ass to confirm her statement, she added, "It's still hard."

"Honey, you didn't give me a chance. You went off like a sky rocket."

She crinkled her nose. "It's your fault. You make me so hot.. . Baby, carry me into the bathroom. Let's finish this on the toilet."

Placing my hands under her buttocks, I managed to get to my feet and strode stiff-legged into the bedroom.

"You sit on the John, baby, and we'll work this stiffness out of that bulky pecker of yours."

Sitting down carefully, with her astride me, I started my own sliding thrusts, assisted by her enthusiastic cooperation.

"You're going to love this, honey, when you come. Goss taught it to me. It's one of our favorites."

Clutching her working ass-cheeks, pulling her to me, releasing her for withdrawal, then forcing her down again onto my throbbing cock, I felt the juice start pumping, rushing up in maddening spurts of joy-and felt as well the flow of warm liquid over my pulsing prick, and balls. "Heh! You're pissing on me."

She jerked my face into her breasts, laughing gaily. "Yes, darling, I'm pissing all over you. Doesn't it feel warm and delightful?"

As the last drops of semen spurted up in her, I felt her warm urine dribbling over my balls, down into the crack of my ass, and heard the tinkle of its gentle flow falling into the bowl.

"I'll be damned. Whoever thought of that?"

"You like it?"

"It's crazy -but it's good!"

"Come on, lover boy, bathe me. Then we'll rest for a while. You got a long way to go yet. I'm going to teach you several other positions."

Oh boy! I thought, will I have some new things to teach Jan!

"Goss, darling," I said, leaning over him as he lay relaxed on his back, "you get yourself so messy." I kissed his lip and tongued the viscid film around his mouth.

"I'm sorry, mama, but you see, I got a girl who come and comes ..."

"And who's going to come some more, but later. How about some bacon and eggs? " "Yeah, man, now you're talking."

We showered quickly, soaping and scrubbing each other's parts and then drying each other.

Goss sat in the breakfast nook, nude and beautiful watching me prepare lunch. It was my first time trying bacon and eggs in the nude. Each time a drop of grease splattered, whether it touched my skin or not, I stepped up to him, pointing to the imagined spot for him to kiss away the hurt. My nipples seemed to catch most of the splatter How delightful it was to stride about naked in front of my lover to watch him covertly eyeing my breasts and ass with such obvious enjoyment. And to drop a utensil purpose! in order to Catch a glimpse of his cock, lying limp and formidable between his legs. As I set the plates on one side of the table, he stood up.

"Do you have any sherry, honey?"

"Certainly, just a minute." I brought a bottle of Spanish sherry from the portable bar in the living room. "I should have asked you if you wanted a drink."

"Never mind the glass. I just want a sip." Pulling the cork, he said, "Honey, I can't drink this straight. Would you lie down on the table, on your back?"

I stretched out. The formica top was cold on my back What was he planning to do?

"Slide this way. Your hips right at the edge. That's fine."

With his left hand under my ass, he lifted my hips up in the air, brought his face up into my crack. "I love sherry, honey, when I can drink it this way." Holding the neck of the bottle over my clitoris, he let the wine trickle down into my cunt, then lapped and sucked it dry. Setting the bottle on the table, he helped me up.

"Let me taste it." I licked at his lips. "Hm! Tastes different. I'll try serving that at my next cocktail party." And breaking into uncontrollable giggles, I finally managed to add, "Only it'll be a cunttail party." Everything I did with this man was a delight. "Goss, darling, can you arrange to meet me at least once each week? I'll never be able to live without knowing I can count on spending a day with you.

"Thursdays are best for me. Little doing at the office. It's a date, darling." He nibbled at my shoulder. "Every Thursday, at my place. I have a nice apartment on the north side. It's a white neighborhood, so you won't be embarrassed. Every Thursday, without exception, even if you're, you know ... we'll spend the day listening to music. I love being with you."

"Me too." I placed my hand on his cock. "I wish I had a picture of you, and of this ..."

He laughed. "Are you serious?"

"If I had a Polaroid, I'd snap a dozen shots of you from all angles."

"It just so happens... honey, I was hoping you'd suggest it. I have a color camera in the car, and three dozen packs of film. I'd love to have some snapshots of you."

"Wonderful. Go get them while I pile these dishes in the sink."

The first picture Goss took of me, I was posed, sitting on the edge of the bed, my hands on the sheet on either side of me, my long blonde hair brushed down to frame my face. We tolled off the sixty seconds of waiting together, and he removed the film from the camera. "Honey! You're beautiful."

"Let me see." Taken from a slight angle, my left breast stood out firm, the pink nipple seeming to kiss my left arm. The strands of my hair curled up to meet above the slope of my breasts. Below my navel, peeping up above the line of my right thigh, were the first straggly hairs of my blonde bush. "I am pretty, don't you think?"

"I want one just like it. Take the same pose, honey."

He took another shot of me from that angle, then had me lie on my side, my elbow on the pillow, my chin supported by the palm of my left hand.

"Oh, I like that. It shows my pussy. Honey, I've never seen what I look like down there-the way I look to you when you're loving it. Could you take a close-up?"

"Sure. I want one of that myself."

Moving down to the middle of the bed, I raised my legs.

"Wait. Put a pillow under your ass, baby. There. Now, raise your legs. Hold it."

Over the hair of my mound, the lens appeared like a large glassy eye staring at me.

"So that's what I look like!" For the first time I saw my pussy, the pinkish lips peeking through wispy blond hairs, the brownish skin of my perineum, the small puckered ring of my anus. I shuddered, remembering Don's man-sized cock thrusting itself into so tiny a hole. Above the fuzzy blond brush, the white skin of my belly stretched up to the slight depression of my navel, my breasts rising to pink-capped hillocks.

Goss repeated the shot. "Now you can see why I enjoy making love to your lovely pussy, darling. Damn, it makes me hungry just looking at it."

"Not yet, you don't. I want to take some pictures of you.

With Goss explaining the operation of the camera, I was able to take several good shots of him, including close-ups of his genitals. "But I want one shot of him when he's stiff and straight as a palace guard."

With a chuckle, he said, "Later, honey. Right now, I'd like a glass of water."

Hand in hand, we walked to the kitchen, my breasts jiggling, his genitals swinging, both of us happy with the sight. He drank but a mouthful of water, then sat me on the edge of the kitchen table. "I think you'll enjoy it this way." My legs spread to bring him close and my arms drew him to me. A long kiss roused his cock to life and set the juices flowing in me. The corner edge of the table touched my anus as he wet the head of his prick in my slit. I wiggled onto it as he pressed upward. "How do you like that?"

"Mmm!" I whispered, feeling the huge thick head pressing up into me. "Oh, darling, it's so big and long and filling. Mmm! I love it." I surprised myself in the sudden onset of my climax, my ass wriggling on the table edge, thrusting down on his fat, thick cock while I moaned and kissed and bit at his ears. Not until my buttocks came to rest did I realize he hadn't come too. "You're still stiff, darling," I said, working my levator muscles around the base of his shaft.

"Are you sure no one can see us if we go out in the backyard?"

"It's perfectly safe. Why?"

"Let's go." Sliding his hands under my ass, he lifted me up off the table. "Put your legs around my hips, honey, I don't want this to break off in you."

Carrying me out to the back yard into the bright sunshine, his long thick cock seemed to touch new areas of my vagina with each step he took. If it were possible for any neighbors to see us, they would have had something to talk about the rest of their lives, the tall, muscular black man moving easily about on the lawn while he carried a white woman, laughing merrily as she slid up and down on his huge cock. Finally he stood, his lips working at mine, his muscles tensing.

MO "Can you pee, honey? " "I think so."

"I'm coming. Piss on me, piss on me."

His mouth pressed to mine with passion, as I felt his cock begin to spurt up into me, and I started to piss, the urine splashing up on our bellies, warm and delightful.

"Ah! Wonderful, darling, wonderful. How about a swim now: "Good." His cock was still buried in me, beginning to shrink, when he carried me to the edge of the pool and jumped in. He was still holding my buttocks as we surfaced, but his cock had slipped out.

"Oh Goss, you think of the strangest things."

"You like?"

"Mmm! Love! Everything you do delights me." My breasts, buoyant in the water, bobbed against his chest. Gray, filmy strands floated up between us. Cupping them up in my palm, I said, "Look! That's all that remains of your love for me."

"Oh no! I still have the rest of the afternoon and all night to prove different." Snugging me close, he kissed me, pulling me to the bottom of the pool. As we rose slowly to surface, he released me. "I'll race you, honey. Two lengths. Go ahead, I'll give you a head start."

"You swim. I'll get towels." I climbed out of the pool and stood at the edge, watching his muscular shoulders roll slightly as he did a fast crawl. God, what a man, I thought, he does everything to perfection. How lucky I'd been to win him in the draw last night. Was it only last night I'd met him? I grinned happily, wondering how long a string I'd have already if I had roped a bead for every orgasm he'd given me.

In the bedroom, I suggested he lie down and rest while I drove up to the grocery store for steaks for dinner. Slipping into brief panties, and a pair of pale yellow slacks, I found the matching pullover.

"What a lovely ass you have, honey. Don't get raped."

I leaned over and kissed his lips, then the pink crown of his cock. "Not today. Not as long as I have this lovable mutt to take care of." At the bedroom door, I turned. "Does that camera of yours have a self-timing mechanism?"

"Yes."

"Could you take a close-up of us while we're coupled?" "I think so."

"Good. You keep that thing quiet till I get back."

"If you're gone more than fifteen minutes, honey, I'll have to masturbate."

"Don't you dare waste a drop of that."

The same butcher who had waited on me for the past two years was behind the counter. A tall, thin man, about forty, with curly black hair, and a dimpled chin. He smiled warmly. "Hello, Mrs. Ryden. What'll it be today?"

"Two filets, please. Cut them at least two inches thick." I was amused at his glance, fixed on the mounds of my unfettered breasts, bulging under my sweater. He licked his lips.

"Coming up. The best."

Waiting while he cut and weighed the meat, I remembered how many times in the past I had looked at him with interest, intrigued by the light in his eyes, and the pink tip of his tongue sliding over his lips, and I realized that the urge for sexual experiments had even then begun to bother me.

"Here you are," he said, holding out the package and managing to touch my hand. "You live on Walden Drive, don't you? " "Yes."

"On the corner. I've driven by a number of times." "Oh? " Was this a proposition? "I'd sure like to see your place."

I smiled, thinking today would be a good day for him. What would he think if he knew I had a tall, handsome negro lying naked in my bed waiting for me? "You're welcome to drop in any Saturday. Bring your wife. My husband's always home then." His smile vanished as I turned away.

Goss was sleeping soundly when I returned. Placing the steaks in the refrigerator, I returned to the bedroom, got out of my clothes and pulled a chair over to the bed. My poor, tired lover, I thought, rest and recuperate. Not wanting to wake him, I sat in the chair and dozed.

Half an hour later, I felt his hand on my knee. "Come to bed, Jan, honey. Why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked so tired, darling. I thought I'd pooped you out."

Enfolding me in his arms, he chuckled, the vibrations from his throat tingling my breasts. "Not a chance. I've been saving up all my life for this."

"And you're going to tell me you never made love to another woman in your life? " "No, but damn my hide if I ever made love to a woman as lovely and as delightfully responsive as you."

"Turn over, darling, I want to kiss you all over. The camera is on the floor beside the bed. When I get that lovely cock in my mouth, I want you to take a picture of me." For more than an hour, I kissed and nuzzled and tongued every inch of him, then settled between his legs, laving his balls, loving his swollen throbbing cock, up and down, until I took it in my mouth. I looked up as he focused the camera. "Wait." I wanted the big, bulging head of it to show, with my tongue caressing it. "Now." The picture was beautiful. In the long, lonely hours until the next time we got together, I'd have something to remind me of him and our joyous hours of love. He came with f,reat surging thrusts, rocket-like spurts of semen that pulsed through his cock past my thumb, delicately touching the underside of it. I was astonished at the volume of his flow.

We rested a while in each other's arms and then he returned my love in kind. Every nerve-end came alive under his expert tongue, lips and nuzzling mouth. His lips moved over every square inch of me in loving communion with my flesh; into every crevice, over every mound and plane of me. Three times I shivered in light orgasmic delight, until at last, he settled between my legs, his eyes barely visible over the fuzz of my pubic hair. His tongue lapped into my cunt, keeping time to my count of sixty seconds, until I tore the picture from the camera and removed the film strip. "Love it, lover, eat me up." I came in seismic bursts of joy, bucking, rocking, thrusting my slit up to his sucking mouth, emptying myself of the liquid delight his love had distilled.

Goss carried me out to the kitchen, and stretched me on the table. "I want another sip of wine, darling. It tastes better out of a brimming cup of love."

With his lips and open mouth in my cunt, and the warm wine pouring into my slit, I glanced down at his brown face, smiling with joy. "I don't know how it tastes, love, but OH! It feels wonderful."

The day was gone. We showered again. Goss went out to the pool to swim while I prepared the steak dinner. Seated in the breakfast nook, our thighs kissing when our lips weren't, we ate leisurely. I stacked the dishes in the dishwasher. "That should restore your strength," I said.

"Let's go to bed, sugar, and we'll see." He carried me back to the bedroom.

"My God! I've never had so much sex in my life."

"Somebody's been neglecting you, sweetheart."

"Would you believe, Goss, that up until the other day, I'd never known what it was like to have someone love my pussy, or for me to make love to a man's cock?"

"You sure are a quick study in the part, honey."

"Not only that, but I never had intercourse in any position but flat on my back."

"I'll show you a few new ones tonight."

We made love for hours, Goss managing to hold his load through three changes of position, my orgasms signaling the shift each time. With pillows under the small of his back and shoulders, I was riding astride him, his legs hooked above my buttocks, when the phone rang. "It's ten o'clock. That must be Jim." We didn't lose a stroke as I picked up the receiver.

"Jan?"

I nodded to Goss. "Hi, dear. How's everything up in Milwaukee? " "Fine. I'm in bed. Just called to say good night. What are you doing? " "I'm in bed too, relaxing in a very comfortable position."

"Good. I've been thinking a lot about you, Jan."

"Me too." I felt Goss' legs tighten, and my breasts lying on his belly sensed the approach of his long-delayed orgasm. "Will you be home tomorrow afternoon?"

"No. I'll stop off at the office." Goss had clasped his hands around my back, pulling me closer. "I'll see you around six, dear. We'll have a steak dinner out."

"Lovely," I whispered, smiling down at Goss, and forcing his cock deeper into me. Spasms of delight were surging all through me. I blew a kiss into Goss' grinning face. I love you, darling." I just managed to find the slot for the receiver when we both cried out. "Oh, baby, lover, lover. OOH!"