Chapter 9
I was upset for a moment or two this morning when I saw Jim packing a bag. He seldom went out of town on business and whenever he did, he always told me about it a day or two in advance. In that first instant, my mind intuitively connected his brief chat with Marie last night with his unexpected trip this morning. With a flash of resentment, I thought, he's lying to me, he's spending the night with her. Then, of course, I had to laugh at myself-and at him. Less than an hour after he left, I would welcome Goss into his bed for an entire day of nothing but sex.
Jim was gone by eight o'clock. Checking the garage door to make sure Jim hadn't closed it with the electronic control in his car, I spent a half hour in the bathroom, thoroughly scrubbing myself in the shower, brushing my teeth over the washbowl, douching my pussy over the toilet. I smiled into the mirror as I dried myself, thinking that, in view of the size of Goss' cock, an enema wouldn't be necessary. Looking at the rumpled sheets on the bed, I was about to change the linen, then decided fresh sheets would look worse than these an hour after his arrival. I spread them back over the foot of the bed. Since I had done the breakfast dishes while Jim was showering, I had nothing to do but spend the next ten minutes in an agony of waiting. For a minute or two, I debated the advisability of standing in the kitchen doorway leading into the garage to greet him in the nude. I was itchy all over to feel his hands and his lips caressing me, but I slipped into a lightweight robe with zipper-front. Try to be a lady this morning, I told myself. Let him take the lead.
At eighteen minutes to nine by the electric clock on the kitchen wall, I opened the kitchen door, shifting nervously from one foot to the other as I watched the minute hand creep around to the numeral nine. Give him a minute or two, I thought-I did say a quarter to nine, didn't I? The hand crept around once, then twice-or did I say nine? Suppose he didn't come? Suppose he thought I was just another sex-crazy white woman seeking cheap thrills? I had certainly been wild enough in bed with him last night to give him that idea. But he couldn't think that of me! He must have realized how deeply he had stirred me as a man, not a negro, that I had given myself to him wholly and completely. I must remember to tell him that, lest there be the slightest doubt in his mind.
One minute to nine! Oh, please, Goss, please!
The front end of a gray Chevy appeared in the driveway at exactly nine. As the rear of the car cleared the doorway, I pressed the door closing switch. I checked the urge to fly out to meet him, watched his tall figure straighten up as he got out of the car. His white teeth gleamed in his brown face as he approached me with open arms.
"I was so worried," I said, as his arms encircled me. "I couldn't remember whether I'd told you a quarter to nine, or ... " He nodded his head at the wall clock. "Nine on the dot. I wish I'd known. I could have been here fifteen minutes ago. That's time with you I'll never recapture." He pulled me close and our lips met. "Mmm!" he murmured in my ear. "It's true. I've been awake all night trying to convince myself that I hadn't dreamed you up. .. that our short hours together last night were for real."
"Better than real," I said, "they were pure delight." I stepped out of his arms. "Darling, would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Sure would." He sat in the breakfast nook while I poured two cups. "Cream and sugar? " "Neither."
Setting the cups on the table, I sat down opposite him. "You look beautiful this morning, honey, so freshly scrubbed."
I said nothing, studying the strong lines of his jaw, the broad shoulders that the narrow lines of his blue sport jacket couldn't mask, the warmth of his smile, his poise-God, what a man!
"You're thinking again," he chuckled.
Reaching over to touch his hand lying on the table, I said, "Yes. Goss, I was so worried when you didn't arrive at a quarter to nine, I was afraid ..."
"Of what?"
"Did you think I was awful last night, the way I... " "Darling, I say this truthfully. Never in my life have I ever loved a woman more passionately, more lovingly, more delightfully than I loved you."
"They say . . . some people say white women chase after black men because they want a cheap thrill."
He clasped my hand and shook his head.
"You didn't think that of me, did you?"
He raised my hand to his lips. "I've met a few white women like that. If I thought you were one of them, I would not have come this morning."
"I had to get that straight, darling. I was a bit shaky last night, those first few minutes after we entered the bedroom. But the moment I stepped into your arms and you kissed me I forgot all about the color of your skin. I loved you for the man you are." I kissed his hand. "I do love you. Come, let me show you the house."
As we walked through the den and the two guest bedrooms, he made no move to touch me. I thought of Joe Hagen and his offensive familiarity. Black, red, white, or yellow, I thought, my lover was a perfect gentleman. I took his hand as I led him out into the patio. Sunlight gleamed from the glassy surface of the pool. "We'll have a swim later."
"The neighbors? " "The street side's on the left. There's a six foot brick wall behind those lilac bushes. The bushes on the far wall, and on the property line to the right shield the yard from view. Besides, the neighbors in back of us are in Europe, and the ones on our right are in California."
He put an arm around my shoulder, and snugged me to him. "I love to swim. Is the water ..."
"It's heated."
"How late can I stay today?"
I reached up to clasp his hand. "How much do you love me: He lifted me in his arms with his left hand under my knees. "Where's the bedroom? I'll show you, darling." "Enough to stay all night? " "No, really. May I?"
I laughed. "Try to get away, lover. The bedroom is that way.
It took him a moment to remove my robe. I lay in bed watching him strip to his dark bare skin, then walk with graceful rhythm to the side of the bed. Looking up into his eyes, eagerly alight, I said, "Goss, darling, you're so damned beautiful I could come just lying here looking at you."
He dropped into bed beside me. "Don't waste anything so precious."
I don't know how long our first kiss lasted. His lips were like honey to my tongue. Just lying in his arms sent shivers of delight all through me. His hands hadn't even started to caress me, yet moisture oozing down my crack dribbled like urine.
"Mmm! You lover, you." Murmured terms of endearment purred from our lips. His mouth scaled up my cheek, his upper lip taking new purchase with each gradation, up into my eyelids, lips fluttering over them light as moth wings, his tongue brushing over my eyebrows, down into my ears, down my neck, his nose nudging my shoulder gently. I turned over on my belly, his mouth gliding in contact with my skin. I felt his precious cock and balls settling into the crack of my ass as he kneeled over me, his lips working his fiery love into my shoulders, my spine, down into the small of my back, enflaming every nerve, then onto my ass cheeks, nibbling, biting with the gentleness of an infant child, down the slope of one buttock into the coccyx and down-no part of me escaped his loving tongue. My anus twitched a joyous response-his mouth worked down the outside of my hip and I turned again to catch the liveliness of his tongue lapping the flow of my juices from my cuntal lips up under the hood of my joybud, circling, slowly, maddeningly, eliciting cries of my joy.
His mouth worked in the soft flesh of my belly, up one side, down the other, back up to my navel, kissing, loving, making its way up to the underside of my breasts, tracing the outer edges of each up to the armpit, back down to the cleft, and up over one breast, then the other, teasing my upthrust nipples eagerly awaiting his loving lips, and finally, around the aureole of one breast, circling in tighter and tighter rings until I clasped the fleshy globe forcing the teat up into his mouth. I sighed with the joy of passion as I felt his tongue mounding the stiff budded pap up to his lips, suckling it gently, then his mouth opened wide and sucked up as much of the tender breast as I could feed him.
I wanted the feel of his warm wet mouth enclosing the whole of it-ooh! I moaned, never before was a woman loved like this-then his mouth was on the other breast, repeating every loving move as I fed that one to him, treasuring every stroke of his tongue, the strong suction of his sucking mouth. He straightened up, his knees inching forward, and I stared in delighted fascination at the satin-pink crown of his huge cock, the small slitted opening glistening with a crystal-clear drop, trailing a kite of shimmering liquid like spider silk down into my cleft. I pressed my breasts together to enfold this throbbing dark brown club between them. My chin lowered into my chest, I awaited with tongue extended to lap the dew from the tip as he slid it slowly forward between my parted lips and into my welcoming mouth. Ah! Sweet nectar of love!
The telephone suddenly rang and we both stiffened.
"Stay here, darling," I begged, pressing my breasts to hold his cock entrapped. "Hand me the phone, please."
I put the receiver to my ear. "Hello?"
"Jan?"
"Yes." I saw another drop of his juice bubbling out of the narrow slit and I lap it up, while I listen. "Jan, this is Joe Hagen."
"What do you want? " I catch another precious drop.
"I'd like to get together with you some afternoon. How about today?"
"Where did you get the idea ..."
"Honey, you don't know what I could do for you. I'd . . . " "You can do something for me. Right now."
"Anything, Jan. You name it."
"Drop dead." I handed the receiver to Goss.
Not until he had cradled it did he guffaw. "Oh, God! That was funny. Do you mind, who was it?"
"You remember that cocky little guy at the meeting last night? Joe Hagen? " "Yes." He wiped tears from his eyes.
"That was the second time I met him. I can't stand him." I glanced down at the crown of his cock. "Damn him! Give that to me again."
"Oh baby, you're the most." His cock thrust forward in the fleshy cylinder of my breasts and I opened my mouth to it again.
"You want me to come this way, darling?"
I nodded. My hands went around his hips, palms on his buttocks, thrilling to the play of his muscles as he pushed forward. My fingers sank into the crack of his ass, massaging it gently, feeling for his anus. The tip of my middle finger touched its twitching ring and I toyed with it while I drew his cock deeper into my mouth. The tightening of his ass-cheeks alerted me to the imminent breaking of the storm within him and I worked my fingertip into his anus, his sphincter grasping it tightly. "Ooh! my darling," he mutters hoarsely, "are you ready?"
I nodded, licking the foreskin, then sucking with tightened lips. I felt his sphincter spasm around my fingertip and the throbbing flow of his semen start, slamming its way through his balls, up into the shaft of his cock, the tender skin of my cleft sensing its pulsing rush to spurt into my mouth. I sucked it out of him, draining him, drinking the salt of his manhood, suckling the softening pulp as it slipped away from me. I could have held it for hours, stiff and manly, continuously spurting its happy joyous juices into my thirsty mouth until I had drunk my fill.
I welcome him with open arms and open lips as he stretches out beside me. Never again, I think, will I be satisfied with Jim's insistence on the orthodox method of sexual gratification. My initiation into the many erotic delights of sex by Don last Tuesday had opened new horizons in so many directions that I had a growing resentment toward Jim for having so narrowly limited my previous experience. And, as joyous as my session with Don had been, it was, I'm now sure, nothing but a prelude to the masterly love-making of my handsome, precious, beloved Goss, whose moist lips are now suckling my paps. I kiss the top of his head and press his face into my breast. His lips are moving down over my belly, searching out and finding every area that tingles to his electric touch, nuzzling down into my crinkly blond mat, his tongue tip working on the tender skin, thrusting through the tangled brush to touch the unfurred crack.
And now he is settled between my spread legs, motioning for a pillow which he shoves under the small of my back. His mouth nibbles up the inside of one thigh, his tongue brushes wetly back down and across my hooded clitoris, loving it lightly, moving up the other thigh, and down into the sensitive skin of my groin, his nose sniffing, and at last, his tongue moves onto the outer edges of my cuntal lips that have been twitching with impatience.
His nose spreads them and I feel his tongue dipping into the soaking slit, loving, lapping, while the bridge of his nose rides the hardened bud of my joy . . . ooh! the ecstasy that surges through me, fiery currents of sheer delight... I drape my legs around his neck, pulling my cunt up into his face and I run my fingers through his hair . . . "Ooh! darling, I love it, I love it. .. eat me up, love it, my darling .. . LOVE IT," I cry, my thighs clamping his head while my ass bucks wildly, still holding his sucking mouth which vacuums up the pulsing flow of liquid delight... I sigh as the tempest subsides. My legs slide off his back and I close my eyes as his mouth makes love to my cuntal lips. With the palms of his hands on my buttocks, he pushes my ass up straight, separates my legs with his head and mouths my crack, lapping up the overflow of my juices. The telephone rings.
"Don't stop, darling, please. I love it." I lift the receiver, "Hello?"
"Hi, honey. I just arrived up here. Thought I'd call and tell you I arrived safely." "Glad you called, dear. Will you be home tonight? " As I listened, I blew a kiss to Goss, still busily suckling in my slit, his face, as he looked up, shiny with glistening wet film.
"Sorry you can't make it home tonight, but I'm sure you're doing a good job up there." I smiled at Goss. "You take care of your end. I'm keeping my end up here at home." I looked up into Goss' amused face, his chin resting on my pubic mound. "I'll expect your call tonight, dear. Good-bye." I hung up.
"Wonderful news," Goss chuckled. Framing his face between my thighs, I giggled. "You've at some long hours ahead of you honey. Can you do the job?"
"Can you think of a better man for it?"
My lips pursed in a kiss. "No."