Chapter 7
Peter was in heaven, though you could have been fooled. Anita and Yolanda had decided to let him make it after all, having been aroused by the action that had taken place earlier that afternoon in the living room. While their intentions were not so altruistic as Laura's had been in the cellar, the pair had conspired and decided to let Peter ball them. But they didn't come to their decision for Peter's sake. They were horny for cock.
They checked with Laura to see if it was alright with her, not knowing that she had so recently sucked him off, and she gave her okay.
"But we can't let Julia know," Yolanda added, reclining seductively on the couch, enjoying the after effects of her orgasm so recently provided by Peter's tongue, "And that goes especially for you, twerp," she pointed threateningly at him. "Not one word."
Peter agreed, nodding his head submissively, trying to hide his delight at getting a crack at the other girls. Even though he had no feelings for anyone but Laura, he'd gotten so worked-up from eating out Yolanda, he just couldn't control his rising need.
"I know you're not as horny for the cock as I am, Yo Anita began, "what with just having your pussy eaten out by this fine boy... "
"Go ahead, go ahead, "Yolanda smiled. "But why don't you take him upstairs? That way we can keep a watch in case the old lady comes back early."
Peter eagerly followed the black girl up the stairs, thrilling at the way her sleek well-oiled ass- cheeks popped and bounced in front of him. The collar had been discarded, and he was glad of that for it had chafed his neck. He was also glad to see that Anita had left her paddle downstairs. His ass was sore enough.
She pointed the way into the bedroom where he'd been kept before his night in the cellar, and he went inside. He saw that they hadn't done a very good job of hiding his clothes. They were neatly folded atop the dresser.
"You'd better do me good, boy," Anita told him, motioning towards the bed. "Yolanda doesn't really go for guys all that much, so you might say the whole thing was my idea. I really miss feeling a hard cock throbbing up inside my pussy. What the old lady don't know won't hurt her."
Peter sat on the edge of the bed, wincing a bit as his buttocks made contact with the spread. Anita moved towards him the feline grace of a big cat, her umber skin glistening in the afternoon light that peeked in through the shuttered windows.
"What's that oil for?" he asked absently.
"It's so folks like you will ask a lot of dumb questions," she scolded lightly. "Actually I use it to condition my skin. I sort of like the way it looks too."
"It's great," he replied, attempting to get on her good side.
But he soon found out that Anita wasn't much of a talker, before, during or after sex. It made him feel good to at least know what little history about her that Laura had provided, especially since she didn't know that he knew, what with her not wanting to provide any information on her own account.
It didn't really matter, he realized as she moved up to grind her pussy into his face. He'd never made it with a black girl before, and he found that the prospect was all that his cock needed to begin rising. He ground his face into her curly pussyhairs and began to lick at her ebony thighs and belly, grasping her firmly by her tight hips.
"I don't want you to eat me all the way there," she instructed. "I want to finish off with that cock of yours up me. I'll let you know when."
He breathed in the strong scent of her pussy that mingled with the scented oil that covered her skin. Her ass was a bit slippery and kept sliding out of his hands, which became covered with the emollient as the girl stood in front of him and shoved her pussy at his face.
It soon became apparent to both of them that this wouldn't work too well, as her legs couldn't spread out wide enough to accommodate his tongue properly. Anita took the initiative, pushing the boy down onto the bed, then climbing atop him. But then she found that it was hard to kneel properly with the hip-length boots on.
"Help me get these off, slave," she ordered, somewhat annoyed that the rhythm of their pre-coital lovemaking had been destroyed. But the long boots were soon pulled off, and the girl had Peter lay on his back while she sat on his face, balancing her weight on her thighs and hands as she pushed her cunt to him.
Peter, whose meat had swollen to gigantic proportions, eagerly serviced her. He found the way between her thick labial folds and began exploring the depths with his tongue, Working it in and out of her snatch until the juices began to escape from her cunt.
He worked his way up to her dark pink clit and bobbed at it with his tongue before sucking it in between his lips. The girl squirmed with delight as he did her, and it seemed like no time at all before she pulled away.
"Put that pecker in me, Peter, and let's boogie!"
So saying, she scooted down to hover her pussy over his shaft, grasping it with one hand, while she steadied herself on the bed with the other. Her spread cuntlips eased down over his prickhead like a slab of liver and soon gobbled it up. She began working her ass up and down over his shaft, running her sharp nails over his chest as she fucked him. He didn't have to do much work in this position, but he humped his hips up off the mattress to keep time with her fucking, his eyes taking in the beauty of her small, but firm titties. He had a sudden urge to grab the orbs, so he lifted one hand away from her hips and began tweaking at the stiff nipples as they balled.
Anita was enjoying maximum penetration, and it felt really good for Peter to sink his cock into warm pussyflesh for the first time in weeks, or at least it seemed like it. A blowjob was great, but there was nothing like feeling his prick inside a steaming cunt.
Anita worked her hips in a circular fashion to change the tempo of balling, then switched back to the up and down bouncing, her vaginal muscles snapping open and shut to give the boy a better fuck.
He could feel his hot load of bubbling semen cooking inside his nuts as the smooth asscheeks of Anita pounded down against them on the downthrusts. His prick sliced in and out of her juiciness, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he got it off.
But she had a head start on him, and was going off into a wild abandoned orgasm, her face screwed up tight in ecstasy, her mouth blurting out little cries of passion that almost sounded like laughter. She was really bounding atop him now, so he threw both arms around her hips tightly, not wanting her to buck off. The sleek hips slipped through his fingers, smoothed by the oil, as he felt his first hot gusher go shooting up into her. Her pussy fluttered when he shot off his rabid load, the sprays rising against her pussy walls, then sliding back down until they emerged from her cunt, cooled by the air as they cascaded stickily down into his crotch.
After they had rested for a short period, Anita thought it best to go back downstairs to see what was happening. On the way out, he grabbed his shorts and slipped them on, not really knowing why he did so, but somehow it just seemed like a good idea to have them with him.
When they got downstairs they found Laura and Yolanda locked in a sixty-nine embrace on the floor. Laura had switched into a white leather outfit-pumps, hose, garterbelt and gloves. They hadn't exactly decided on a position yet, and they rolled around on the floor, lapping hotly at each other's cunts.
"I told you she'd rather do it with girls," Anita told him.
Then, much to his dismay, she spied the collar and leash lying on the floor. She had him sit on the couch as she fastened it around his neck, then went out to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Peter felt himself getting hard as he watched the two Amazons battle for position in front of him, their mouths acting like magnets as they ate each other out. He had just about worked up his hopes for getting a shot at sticking his cock into one of them, or even both of them, when he heard the car pull up the drive. Anita, having been alerted by the sound of the car rushed out and slapped the two perspiring girls on their rumps.
"Party's over," she announced.
Peter hung his head. It had hardly begun.