Chapter 5
All work and no play ... well, even in my new work it can make for a dulling of the senses. Pam had been cured in one session and I wasn't scheduled for another patient for several weeks. Sitting around the apartment was getting on my nerves. I was about to phone the Sherman's and tell them I was going to Acapulco, when the phone rang.
It was Gail, our funky physical technician and lover to George Sherman.
"Jack, I need a little diversion," she announced forthrighdy; one of her better character traits. "Let's you and I break out for an evening. O.K.?"
"When shall I pick you up and where shall we go?" I accepted without hesitation.
"I'll be ready at eight, and I'll surprise you with where." She hung up.
She was really dressed to kill. A micro-miniskirt that barely covered her cunt. She couldn't bend over, even a little, without exposing that marvelous crotch. Her full, meaty breasts were just barely covered by the red velvet blouse. They moved and bounced like ripe, fresh melons; unrestrained by a bra. As she climbed into the car, I saw her dark, full nipples were erect and hard. Her blue eyes looked at me with devilish defiance.
"You like?" she said huskily.
"Love 'em, baby, simply love 'em. I just hope you don't get arrested for indecent exposure."
"Nobody will ever arrest me for being indecent. Not tonight, anyway. I need some action ... real action."
I wondered why George wasn't keeping her fulfilled. Shit! Why should I worry about George. If he couldn't cut it, I was very happy to take his place. I'd been wondering when I'd get a chance to experience the very obvious delights of Gail's dark, sensuous body. She was really a wet dream come true. I could just imagine the dark moist lushness of her cunt. It made my cock swell into a full hard-on. She noticed.
"Well, thank you, doll," she chuckled lewdly, "I needed that." Her hand closed on my bulging crotch and she squeezed it lovingly. "Later, baby, later. I'm just as anxious as you. My crotch is sopping with juice already."
"Why go out, then...."
"You'll see, you'll see!" she replied. "We got all evening, doll; just trust me."
As we entered the bar I conjectured the name. 'Swing Low' conjured up thoughts of the old South. Well, as it turned out ... south was involved, if you consider that anything above the waist is north. The decor was very plush. The lights were quite low, and the people were upper middle class, at least by their looks.
No long-hairs or kooks were present. The music was directly out of the fifties-soft, romantic and smooth.
Gail's eyes swept the crowd as if in search of someone as we seated ourselves at the luxurious bar. I ordered a Scotch highball for myself and a stinger for Gail. "Hey, do you see somebody you know?"
"No, I am looking for somebody I want to know," she chimed impishly.
My eyes fell on the well-dressed, handsome couple at a nearby booth. He was about forty, but very trim and well-built. The woman was about thirty-five, but a real knockout. Large, full breasts that didn't sag despite the fact she was braless. Her platinum blonde hair hung down over round, soft shoulders in a cascade of glimmering silver. Something about her was very, very sensual.
Gail and I had another drink while the combo took a break. When they returned and commenced playing a slow bolero, the trim, handsome guy appeared at our side.
"Hello," he said in a cool, charming voice. "Would you mind if I ask your lady to dance?"
"That depends on how you feel about me asking your lady," I countered, smoothly. "And, of course, if Gail wants to dance with a complete stranger."
Gail scanned Mr. Trim for a full three seconds. "I'd love to ... ah...."
"Grant," he answered in a low, rich baritone, "Grant Richmond." Turning to me he said, "My wife's name is Glenda. After this number, we'd like to have you join us at our table, if you would." With that he glided away with Gail toward the dance floor.
Gathering my Scotch and Gail's stinger, I weaved through the crowded tables to where the luscious blonde sat waiting. She looked up and gazed at me with sparkling blue eyes. Mirrored there, deep inside, was the most intense female lust I'd ever seen. It hit me right between the eyes.
"Hello there," she whispered softly. "Put down those drinks and let's dance."
Her firm, supple fingers closed hotly over my hand and she led me onto the dance floor. Turning lithely, she came against me, boldly sensual. The resilient firm mounds of her breasts pressed against my chest and as we commenced dancing, I could feel the full swell of her belly and soft mound of her mons press against my cock. It swelled immediately.
"Mmmm, that is wonderful, I just hate a man who doesn't respond," she murmured in my ear. Her perfume was musky and highly erotic. With each lithe note of the sensual bolero music, Glenda ground her soft mons hard against my bulging cock with a subtle, bucking movement. Her body was supple, firm and very seductive. I could feel the ripe firmness of her thighs with each step and her warm breath on my ear made my balls tingle with lust.
"How in the hell am I going to look when I walk back to our table, lady!" I joked.
"Honey, don't worry about it. And you stand corrected, baby; I'm not a lady," she rejoined.
She was. also more than a little drunk, at least I thought so. We made it back to the booth where Grant and Gail were already seated. Gail caught sight of my condition and giggled.
"Your brains are showing, darling. Glenda, dear, you have my congratulations."
"Well, dear, I assume you were just as clever with Grant. Let's see," she giggled, reached over to her husband's crotch and grabbed a feel. "Aha!
Just as I thought. Good! A man should have a good hard-on when a girl dances with him. ... Shows he's alive and useful."
Four drinks and two dances later we were all loosened up, the talk was now heavily loaded with sex.
I grinned at Grant and said, "I don't know about you fella, but I'm getting tired of hauling this erection around."
"Me too, Jack," he exclaimed waggishly. "These broads don't have that problem so they act smug. Shit! I wish they had to walk around with a hard-on, just once."
Gail and Glenda looked at each other, then put their heads together and started whispering. A gleam of devilishness shone in their eyes when they finished. After the next dance they insisted that Grant and I sit beside each other in the booth. We humored them. Gail on Grant's left and Glenda on my right, we ordered another drink.
Two seconds after the cocktail waitress left, I suddenly felt a pair of fingers fumbling with my pants. Before I could stop her Glenda had unzipped my fly and had my cock in her fingers. Grant's cry of surprise and Gail's movements told me she had accomplished the same objective.
"What the goddamned hell do you two...." Grant bellowed.
"Shhh," hissed Gail. "Everybody is looking. Just be quiet."
Glenda's fingers squeezed my rigid cock with great relish.
"You guys have complained about your little problem....Mmmm-No, guess you were right ... a big problem, and we're going to solve it for you."
Stunned, I growled, "You wouldn't dare!"
Her fingers closed, then opened and commenced to pump my shaft with slow, tantalizing strokes. She was jacking me off right in the middle of a public place.
"Don't move, lover, or the whole room will see this gorgeous tool. Jesus, Gail, Jack is hung like a fucking stallion. ... God! My pants are wet already! I just might come from the sheer feel of this glorious prick." Her fingers pumped faster.
Grant's eyes stared straight ahead as if he were mesmerized. His breath was jerky and sweat beads formed on his forehead. I could see Gail's shoulder moving as she jacked him off. Her eyes glittered with lust.
"Come, baby, come ... come a bucket for lil' Gail. Think about my dark juicy cunt, baby, it's all hot and funky for your big, strong cock. ... Waiting, waiting ... throbbing with desire. ... Just slavering to feel your big hard prick slide deep ... deep into it....Yes, baby, come, COME!!"
Her fiercely vulgar monologue was driving him wild. He was gasping. Glenda's voice was-softer as she talked to me, but that made, it all the more erotic.
"Think about my pussy, doll. Think! Soft, blonde pubic hair and your face buried deep. ... And the smell ... musky ... sweet. ... Your tongue finds my clitoral shaft. It's swollen thick and throbbing to have your hard, hard prick slide against it ... fucking my cunt with hard, pounding thrusts...."
Her hand pumped faster and faster as she spoke. Her voice was coarse and husky from the lust she felt. My hot load of semen was boiling and surging at the base of my scrotum as the vision she painted in my mind became real.
On my left, Grant moaned and writhed, his eyes were closed and his teeth were clenched together tightly. Gail's eyes bored into his brain with glazed lust as she urged him into orgasm.
Quickly, I slipped my right hand between Glenda's thighs and sought her cunt. Her inner thighs were moist with sweat and she parted her strong, full thighs at my touch. Like a guided missile my fingers found her hot, wet core. As my forefinger plunged deep into the molten vortex of her sopping cunt hole she moaned softly, shuddered, and came.
As the orgasmic spasms ripped through her cunt she pumped viciously and my cream burst forth in a series of quick, savage spurts. She used it as a lubricant and pumped harder, squeezing the last drop from my tortured balls.
"You bitch....Ohhh GOD!" I croaked and slumped back to enjoy the quick, sharp spasms of delight coursing through my balls, cock and loins.
Grant cried out softly and bucked upward.
"Come....COME....AAA YES...." Gail grunted, her eyes now were slits of lust and a small trickle of drool formed at the corner of her full, velvety lips. A quick shudder passed through her and I knew she'd come, too.
Gasping and slightly embarrassed, we paid the check and left Glenda chuckled as we got to the parking lot. "Can you see the look on that waitress's face when she picks up those napkins....
They are covered with semen. Jesus! Bet she'll come right in her panties."
By the time we got to the Richmond home, everyone was exhausted. The booze and excitement of the masturbation had taken its toll. We had accepted their invitation to stay all night because we were too damned tired to resist. Gail was asleep when we pulled into the driveway.
I carried her to the bedroom designated by Glenda, undressed her and put her limp, sensual body into the bed. I followed in about two minutes and fell fast asleep. I, too, had drunk more than usual and even Gail's warm, voluptuous body couldn't make me resist the more demanding charms of sleep.
The surging splash of the shower woke me the next morning. Bright rays of sun were streaming through the curtains, causing me to rub my eyes. Somewhere I heard Grant's baritone rendering a ballad. He also was showering. Gail came out of the bathroom with a large towel wrapped around her full, voluptuous body.
"Good morning, Sir Cock," she chirped playfully, pulled back the sheet and grabbed my cock. It was hard. I hadn't urinated yet.
"Aha ... a piss hard-on, eh? Well, rise and shine. I'll get the shower warm for you." She bounced onto the bed and lit a cigarette. The towel fell around her lush, tan thighs, exposing her full, meaty tits. The nipples popped up tautly and were delicious-looking, set against the large brown aureoles.
"After your bath, baby-after you're all pink and clean," she said, gazing at my erect cock.
I showered carefully, savoring the hot water and soap. Then, using a razor I found in the medicine cabinet, I shaved. I was about to finish the shave when the door opened.
"Hi, lover," chimed a sultry voice. A set of warm supple fingers slid between my buttocks and closed around my balls. I nearly cut my throat.
"Glenda!" I cried, "What in the name of...." I stopped as I turned, She was stark naked. Her platinum hair draped over her soft shoulders and large, full breasts like a silken cape.
Her flat, smooth stomach flared into an expanse of creamy belly, ending at the thick, curly triangle of platinum pubic hair. It rested like a crown in the crest of a prominent mons veneris, and curled around the rim of two pink cunt lips. Her ripe velvety thighs were full and firm. My cock grew to half-erection immediately..
"Well, now, that's more like it, doll! Mmmm ... just as I remember it: hard, big and ready to fuck," she murmured. "C'mon lover, let's join Grant and Gail."
To my surprise, Gail lay back with her full thighs spread wide. Grant lay alongside of her, tonguing the erect buds on her breasts and probing the folds of her open cunt. His fingers roamed through the raven-black thicket of Gail's pubic hair, then crept into the dark, hairy notch formed by her thick, full cunt lips. Gail sighed with pleasure and clutched his erect cock with her right hand.
"Ohhh. ... Yess. ... Deeper, darling. ... Your fingers feel soooo good in my cunt....There....Ohhhh yes, yes ... now find my clit. . , . AHHHHH...."
I grabbed Glenda and threw her onto the bed alongside Grant and Gail. She looked up at me with mocking eyes. "What's the matter, lover? Lay down, baby! On your back! Right next to Gail. There! Now let me have that gorgeous cock of yours. I'm hungry!"
She positioned herself between my open thighs, grabbed my semi-hard cock and captured it with her full, wet lips.
"MMMMM...." she moaned and commenced bobbing her head up and down. Her hot, hungry mouth glided up and down my cock like a wild hot cunt. My cock swelled to full erection as the familiar tinglings of lust commenced to swell in my scrotum. Her wild, flicking tongue roamed and licked my shaft, flickered down to my balls, then her head burrowed deeper into my crotch and her mouth captured one of my balls. She rolled it around in her hot, wet mouth, savoring the texture. Alternately she suckled first one testicle, then the other. Her hair danced on my belly like platinum silk. As I savored this wild suckling, I looked to my right. Gail was on her knees between Grant's thighs. Her full lips were drawn taut as she sucked his huge, vein-corded cock with slow, gliding strokes. Her large, meaty tits bounced as her hungry lips glided up and down his huge, gleaming organ. The nipples were engorged and erect from complete arousal.
She shifted; her buttocks were now directly above my head and her thighs straddled my head. There, between the soft, firm swell of her moist inner butt cheeks gaped the wine-red, fluted lips of her cunt. They were ringed with crisp, black cunt hair. In the midst of the rich, red folds of her labia I saw the swollen ridge of her pulsing clitoral shaft. On the end, a large, pink flesh bud pulsed and throbbed. A more magnificent clitoris didn't exist.
The sight was too much. I reached up, buried my fingers in the firm resilient moons of her ass and pulled her gaping cunt down onto my face.
An aroma of sweet, heady mush flooded my nose. The strong, erotic odor of cunt! I buried my mouth at its source. She reciprocated and thrust her mons hard against my face. The searing, wet moistness of her cunt enveloped my mouth and nose. Her hot, wet cunt lips parted and my tongue lashed deep into the musky, oozing depths of her cunt meat, caressing the thick, throbbing ridge of her clitoral shaft, then curling around the taut, swollen nub of her pulsing clitoris. It was like a small cockhead protruding from the juicy folds, of her labia minora; full of lust, desire and covered with hot, sweet cunt honey.
As I closed my lips around the succulent bud she moaned hoarsely with desire and commenced rotating her pelvis in tight, jerky circles. With her mouth full of Grant's huge, throbbing cock, all she could emit was a hoarse, urgent grunt of lust
Sucking her taut clitoris hard, I flicked my tongue-tip back and forth across the pulsing nub in quick, flickering strokes. The strong muscles in her ass rippled like a mass of pythons and her moans of delight filled my ears like a shot of lustful adrenalin. My hips commenced undulating and thrusting.
This drove my steel-hard cock deep into Glenda's throat and I felt my cockhead sink into her larynx. It drove her wild!
Like an animal gone mad, her mouth closed on my throbbing organ like a hot, velvet vise and her supple fingers squeezed my swollen testicles as if to push out my boiling seed by sheer force.
Simultaneously I felt her forefinger penetrate my anus and plunge into my anal canal. Deeper and deeper it probed until it reached the bulge of my prostate gland. Then, as she wiggled her finger and massaged my prostate, her mouth glided upward until only the head of my cock was enclosed in her writhing mouth. A wild, hot surge of lust coursed through my frame as her lashing tongue rolled around and around the thick swollen ridge of my glans. Waves of searing pleasure rolled through my scrotum and I knew I would ejaculate any second now.
Lunging upward with my face, I thrust the full length of my tongue into the spasming vortex of Gail's cunt hole and twisted it like a corkscrew. Simultaneously I spread her butt cheeks apart until they were open to the extreme. My thumb caressed the wrinkled lips of her asshole in slow circles; then I eased it into the tight, hot opening of her anus. She moaned hoarsely and sucked Grant's cock even faster. His cries of lust filled the air.
"God, baby, God! Abhh....OHHHH
JESUS. ... SUCK THAT THING. ... AHHH. ... SUCK ME, SUCK ... SUCK....YEESSS ... PM ... OH GOD! ANIMAL! SHE-BITCH! SUCK, BITCH! YEOOWWWW. ... TAKE IT ... TAKE IT. ... YAAGGHHHH" He ejaculated into Gail's voracious mouth in huge, thick spurts of hot, creamy seed, as I loosened my boiling semen into Glenda's in a series of gushing explosions. A flare of white, blinding light exploded as my orgasm rippled through my scrotum, balls and belly like electric pulses of raw, indescribable pleasure.
Gail's body shuddered with a powerful convulsion and her cunt hole closed around my thrusting tongue and held it tightly as spasms of raw cunt pleasure rolled through her tightly locked cunt hole. Her mouth was free of Grant's cock and she shrieked her pleasure in coarse, raw fuck words.
"GOD. ... OH GOD! SUCK. ... OH, SUCK MY ... JESUS! TM ... YES! SUCK THAT TONGUE DEEP ... AHHWH....GOTCHA....OHHH....OHHHH GODDAMN, I'M COMMmnNNNG ... FUCK....SUCK! AAHHHHGGGHHH!"
She writhed like a tortured python, rammed her butt and cunt down on my face and shuddered with raw lust as her orgasm rippled through her convulsing cunt, belly and thighs. Then she flung herself sideways, gasping with delight as her orgasm commenced to subside.
I gazed down at Glenda. Her head was resting on my belly. Her lips were covered with the white creamy globs of my come and her tongue snaked lazily over her lips as she ingested the remnants of my semen. She savored each drop of the thick stuff as if it were priceless wine.
She gazed up at me as she licked and savored my sperm and her fingers clutched and fondled my limp, wet cock.
"Oh, baby," she murmured between licks, "I just knew you'd taste delicious, but I didn't know you'd come so much. Mmmmmm ... like a fucking fire hose. Mmmmmmm ... love the taste of that hot, salty come."
Grant lay on his side, his handsome head propped on his hand. His other hand lay on top of his wife's cunt. His fingers were probing the depth of it as he spoke.
"She's not lying, ole buddy. I've seen her suck six cocks in a row and never miss a drop of come. She could drain an army of studs. You should feel her cunt; she is ready to fuck again right now."
The sight of his finger slithering in and out of Glenda's swollen, juicy cunt lips made my cock swell slowly to erection again. Before I knew it my organ was again being enveloped by hot, slick cunt and I wondered how many times I could make it, because Gail and Glenda made it quite clear that they were just getting warmed up.
I did pretty well, I guess, because Glenda whispered in my ear as Gail and I departed around five that afternoon, "See you next week, you stallion. My cunt hasn't felt anything as good as that steel-hard rod of yours since I was fifteen. He was a black man and hung like a stud horse. Bye for now, lover."
I knew I would see her again; once turned-on, a cunt like Glenda never let's a good one escape.