Chapter 3
Emily and I usually did everything together. Wherever one of us was, the other wouldn't be far away. But this one particular evening, Emily had a hot date, and when she was getting ready to leave, I decided I wasn't in the mood to go with her. I thought I'd just hang around the apartment, hop into a nice bath and soak for awhile. And maybe, then just loaf around and perhaps have a night of leisure. But I should have known better. My pussy wouldn't tolerate anything like that.
She hadn't been gone for more than a half hour when I started to get that nervous twitch that sort of let me know my cunt was unhappy and wanted someone to play with-something nice and hard and stiff to fill it and give me the satisfaction I wanted.
I went over to the telephone table and began flipping through the pages to see who I was in the mood for tonight. But the fact is that I wanted an adventure, somebody new. A new cock. Anew action. A new way of fucking.
I remembered that Emily had brought home a couple of village papers and the other night we were sitting there reading some of the advertisements in them. I decided I'd look it up again and give a few of the people a call and see what they had to offer.
I fished the paper out from the magazine rack and turned to the classified and began thumbing through it.
"Hot man, looking for a big titted woman to have a little cock-cunt action. Handsome. Young. Virile. And ready to fuck. All interested parties call." And a telephone number.
I started to dial the number but decided that wasn't good enough. After all, there were pages of these things.
I lit up a cigarette and began looking for another one. Who knows, before the night was over I could even line up two or three of them.
Then suddenly my finger stopped, half way down the second column.
"Looking for something new? I'm young. I'm handsome. I'm hung. I'm available."
That was it! I circled the number and picked up the phone. Dialed it and settled back in my chair waiting for him to answer.
"Hello," came the thick male voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi, baby, how are you " I cooed back at him.
"I'm fine, how are you?"
"Swinging," I answered him. "Looking for some real happy action."
"Well, you called the right place," he answered me, sounding confident.
"I hope so."
"Satisfaction guaranteed."
"Well, we'll see about that when we get together."
"Okay, why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?"
"What would you like to know?"
"Size, height, weight, general appearance, what'cha dig."
"Where would you like me to start?"
"How about size?"
"What size? How much can I take or how big am I?"
"How tall are you?"
"I'm five, four."
"What color hair do you have?"
"This week its blond and below my shoulders."
"What are your measurements?" Thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-six; how's that?"
"That sounds pretty good to me."
"How about a little information about yourself," I asked.
"And what would you like to know?"
"Size?"
"Five-eleven and one-half."
"Not height, baby, size."
"Enough to please you."
"What's enough?"
"Try nine and one-half."
"I've had better, but it'll do."
"What else d'ya want to know?"
"Tell me about yourself. What do you look like?"
"Well, he said, I'm five eleven and one-half. I have black hair, big muscles, big cock, and I'm a hot Italian lover. How's that sound?"
"What's your address?"
"I'll give you that when I see you. But for now, I'll meet you on the corner of St. Marks and Third in half an hour. How's that?"
"That's fine with me. You'll know me by my big tits. How'll I know you?"
"You'll know me by my big cock hanging down between my legs."
"You've got yourself a deal."
"Okay, see you in half an hour," he said.
"Wait a minute. Before you hang up, what's your name?"
"Joe, what's yours?"
"Seal," I said, smiling now, knowing I was going to get a good fuck for myself.
"Okay, Seal, see you there."
"Right." I answered, and let the phone fall into its cradle again.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was seven o'clock. If I met him by seven-thirty, we'd get back to his apartment by eight, and I'd be ready for my next appointment by ten. So I casually picked up the paper again and began looking for a second advertisement.
"Hot, savage, male, twelve inches, ready to please any woman. Ready to play the game any way you want. I am domineering and hot."
That sounded like a good number to me. I picked the phone up and dialed it.
"Hello," I said as soon as I heard the phone being picked up.
"Hello."
"My name is Seal. I'm calling about your advertisement in the paper."
"Hello, baby. Ikn busy right now. Can you call me back in a half hour or so?"
"No, I can't. But I guarantee you, you'll have a lot more fun than whoever you're with right now."
"You sound like my kind of chick."
"I am."
"How do'ya know?"
"I'm every guy's kind of chick."
"What do you have to offer?"
"Thirty-six, twenty-two, thirty-six, a happy cock-crazy cunt and big tits, a beautiful face and a crazy personality. I dig everything and anything in bed. How's that for starters?"
"That's better than anything I've heard so far."
"When are you available?"
"Ten o'clock tonight. How about you?"
"I'll make myself available."
"You'd better get rid of that bitch you're with now, or else I'm afraid you won't be able to satisfy me, no matter how hot and savage you are."
"I can satisfy every broad who comes my way."
"That's what you think. You haven't met Seal, yet. You haven't met the girl who's a match for any man."
"You really sound hot, baby. You sound like you know what you're talking about."
"I never talk unless I do."
"Okay, what time do you want to come over?"
"Ten o'clock," I said.
"Okay," he answered, and gave me the address. "See you then."
"You got yourself a deal," I answered, and let the phone fall into the cradle a second time. My entire evening was planned. Now all I had to do was get ready.
I marched into the bathroom and took a quick bath. I didn't soak, but I used half a bottle of a very expensive bath oil. My body smelled like a French whore's when I was finished.
I powdered my skin expertly when I had finished my bath, giving special care to my tit nipples and my crotch.
I sat down in front of the dressing table, nude, and began putting my hair high onto my head, giving the allusion of a Grecian Goddess. I applied my make-up expertly, and if that first stud ruined it, I'd kill 'em. His interest should be in my twat, not with my face, I decided as I applied the last brush stroke of liner and began to paint my lips a pale pink.
I got up from the table when I had finished, and moved to my closet, pulling out a pair of skin-tight, white, slacks that emphasized every curve ... every crack. It was as if I was wearing nothing.
I pulled a silk, baby-blue, blouse, cut low in the front out of the closet and put it over my bare skin, stepped into a pair of sandles, took my wallet and keys and was off to meet my first humper of the evening.
Joe wasn't kidding. I could tell who he was by his big meat hanging between his legs. He liked to play my game: no underwear, and it behooved the two of us.
I saw him long before he spotted me, and I took the time to give him a once-over, taking in every detail of his body ... his face. He was really some man, really some hunk, and I wondered why he'd advertised at all. He shouldn't have any trouble getting anyone he wanted.
I crossed the street, affecting my most pleasant and feminine smile and walked directly up to him. He was looking in the other direction and didn't see me coming.
"Hi, baby," I said, tapping him on the shoulder.
He spun around in my direction and smiled broadly, exposing a perfect set of white teeth.
"Hi, there," he answered, his tone seductive; his eyes taking in every inch of my body.
"Sorry I'm late," I said, looking at my watch. I got a little bit tied up in the bath tub."
"That's alright. I'd wait two hours for something like you."
"Well, you don't have to wait any longer. I'm here. What do you say, we go back to your place?"
"That's fine with me."
"Where do you live, Joe?"
"Right down here." he said, pointing down the avenue.
"Okay, we're off," I said, taking his arm, appraising the heavy muscle I felt, and strolling down Third Avenue.
We had walked a couple of blocks, talking about what we enjoyed. Talking about how we'd like to fuck. Talking about how much fun it was when two people like ourselves, uninhibited and groovy, got together.
I was glad I had decided to call these numbers. It could really prove to be an experience unto itself, and boy, would I have plenty to tell Emily when she got home tonight.
He unlocked a downstairs door and we walked into an apartment building, walked up three flights of stairs and into his apartment. It was a small, two room job, and messy as hell. Just the way a man would be expected to keep an apartment.
But I wasn't the mother type. I wasn't about to start straightening things up. I wasn't interested in embarrassing this guy with my domestic abilities, only with my fucking action.
I looked around until I saw what I was looking for: the bed, and moved in its direction, unbuttoning my blouse as I went.
By the time I reached the foot of the bed, my whole front was open and I was slipping it down off my shoulders. I threw it carelessly onto a chair and felt Joe step up behind me, put his hands on my shoulders and rub his big cock that was already stiff, hard as a board, against my rear end.
His lips came down on the back of my neck as his hands encircled my body and began squeezing my tits, massaging them, touching the nipples that were already coming to attention.
The two of us stood there for a moment or two, swaying back and forth. I leaned back against his hardened body and shook with pleasure at the feel of all that hard flesh and that big cock that would soon be mine.
Joe's hands moved down over my stomach until he got to the top of my slacks and he pulled the snaps open and began sliding them down my legs. I stepped out of my sandles as he got my pants about half way down my thigh.
He came to a kneeling position and began kissing my ass cheeks. When I'd stepped out of my slacks, he spread my legs wide and began tonguing my hot hole. He began licking at my clitoris, began sucking on the flesh between my legs.
His hands moved up and down my legs as his tongue drove me crazy and got me hotter with each second that passed.
"Come'on, baby, get those clothes off so we can have a good time," I moaned as I felt his tongue slide into my crack even further.
"Umm humm," was his only reply as he concentrated on his work; enjoyed what he was doing.
I stepped away from him and turned to face him, tugging on his arm, pulling him upward and unbuttoning his shirt. I figured one of us had better get the show on the road, and it wasn't going to be him.
As the buttons opened and I saw the thick, dark, hair and the brawny hard chest, my heart pounded even faster. Another one. I had struck it rich. He was my type: all male.
I wondered what it would be like, rolling around in bed with him. Wondered what it would be like having that big prick of his up my hole, where it belonged.
His own hands began assisting me, now, and as he pulled his shirt from his body, I began tugging at the belt of his trousers. By the time I opened it, his own hands replaced mine and he was stepping out of his clothing, eagerly, now. His big, old cock came into view as he pulled his pants down, and I nearly gasped. It wasn't that it was so long. Like he said, about nine and a half inches, but it was as thick as a baseball bat!
He reminded me a little bit of Chris, but Chris had the length to go with it. Chris had the most beautiful prick I had ever seen; the most beautiful body, and, as it turned out, the most beautiful personality. But I had promised myself, I wouldn't think about Chris; wouldn't think about him, ever again. I'd promised Emily, as well, and now I had to forget him. Now I had to think about Joe. He was the stud I was with now. He was the guy who was going to give me the fucking I wanted.
I casually moved away from Joe and positioned myself in the middle of the bed. I spread my legs wide apart, waited for him to finish undressing and come to me. When he did, he laid down flat, crushing my great big tits against his hairy chest. He began grinding his meat into my belly, grinding our groins together, as his hands slipped up and down the sides of my body.
One hand reached up, took my neck and held me steady as his lips came down on them. My own parted and I took his tongue eagerly between them and began sucking on it as if it were a cock. He moved it in and out of my mouth and I began undulating my own form against his, wildly. I wanted to feel that pussy stretcher up tight in my hole. I wanted to feel contact completely made. Wanted to have him ravish my body. Wanted him to be savage. Wanted him to be a man, make him make me forget Chris.
When he lifted himself up on my body and positioned that baseball bat of his between my legs, I thought maybe he might be going on the right road, making me forget, not only Chris, but everything else.
"Come on, baby, cunt hump me. Give it to me. Fuck me good. I want everything you have and I want it now," I demanded, opening my legs wider, bringing them up around his back. "Come on, give that cunt a working over that it'll never forget," I screamed.
"Oh, you're a hot little bitch. I'm going to fuck you silly ... gonna give you this cock till you scream. I'm gonna fuck that hole until you bleed. You're gonna think I'm busting your cherry all over.
"Give it to me," I screamed again. "Give it to me. Give it to me. Fuck me good."
His cock was moving in between my spread legs now; was moving in fast, hard and furious. It was so good I cried. So very good, I enjoyed it, I loved it; I wanted it forever. I wanted to lay here with my legs wide apart and let him drill me full of hot cock until my pussy fell off.
"Okay, stud! Let's see what you can really do. Let's speed it up a little," I said, banging my hips upward, throwing them against him, taking each violent plunge he made Tike the woman I was.
My cunt felt like it was being stretched to the breaking point. Stretched to the point of almost splitting, but I didn't care. I was only interested in being humped, and giving a good one.
"You're a hot fuck! You're the best cunt I've ever been in!"
"And it's not over yet, sweetheart," I cried. "By the time you finish with me, you're gonna know that that prick of yours has been really fucked. You're gonna know that that cock has been up into the best, tightest, juciest cunt it could ever find."
"I know it now."
He began ripping into my flesh, pounding away like crazy. His body nearly knocked the wind out of me with each downward plunge. He continued to fill my hole over and over, until the whole world seemed like it was a blur and the only thing I felt was the sensation rushing from my box throughout my whole body.
"I'm gonna come?' he screamed. "I'm gonna shoot!"
"No," I begged. "Not now. Don't do it!"
"I can't hold it. I'm gonna shoot, gonna fill your cunt full of cream. I'm gonna give you a load that will wash out your insides."
"No," I screamed again, and began beating on his shoulders until finally I thrust my body upward so violently that he rolled over onto the mattress.
I grabbed hold of his prick to make sure he hadn't shot, and when I saw he hadn't, I began kissing his chest, letting my lips trail down around his balls and then moved to lay next to him. "That was a close one, sugar," I said. "You almost shot. What would I have done, then?"
"Don't worry. I would have gotten it up for you in a minute."
"I want us both to come together. I want us both to have the same intensity as we did before."
"I could come ten times a night with a piece of ass like you."
"Why don't we just lay here, nice and quiet-like, until you're ready again?"
"I have a better idea," he said, slipping down along the mattress, pulling my legs apart and burying his head down in my hot, moist crotch.
"That's it," I moaned down, as I felt his tongue jabbing around in my cunt; felt his mouth clamped onto my pussy and felt the sensations beginning to race around again.
"Eat me, you fuckin bastard! Eat that pussy silly," I screamed at him, out of control, as my fingers tangled in his curly hair. I began undulating my body on the bed, digging my hips into the mattress and began thrusting my pussy up into the air to meet his hungry mouth.
His tongue was moving in and out as fast as an express train, licking all over, sucking clitoris as he went. His teeth dug gently into my flesh, and I enjoyed the feeling immensely.
But then suddenly he pulled his mouth away and began crawling up along side of me again. "Spread those legs, bitch. Let me get in there again," he demanded, as he held his thick rod in his hand, pointing it down toward my pussy.
I opened my legs as wide as I could, throwing my ankles off the sides of the bed and arching my back upward to let him plug me with his cock; let him fill me full, let him plow open my pussy lips, spread my cunt.
I felt the tip of his head enter, I felt it scraping along the sides of my slit and lost my mind again. I threw my legs over his back and crossed them at the ankles, holding on to him for dear life as our two forms bounced up and down on the bed. Over and over, he drove me, filled me full of his hot cock. I wanted to scream as his hands reached up and grabbed hold of my tits, squeezing them unmercifully. His mouth found mine and his tongue shot in and out of mine as it touched and tangled with my own.
The thick, coarse hair of his chest was scraping the sensitive skin of my nipples, but I didn't care. I didn't mind it at all.
Then at last, it was like sky rockets going off inside of me. My whole body began jerking out of control; shaking, and I knew I was gone!
"Fuck that cunt. Give that hole a screwing now like you've never done before," I screamed through clenched teeth. "Fuck me! Fuck the come right out of me! Let me have it!"
A low animal moan began deep in his throat and became louder and louder with each plunge, until at last, I felt him expanding, exploding inside of me. And I knew he was ready. The two of us were ready. The two of us were ready for the ultimate thrill. The two of us were ready to come!
He grabbed hold of me and held me so tightly that I thought he would crush me, but I offered no resistance. I couldn't do anything but lie there and whimper as he plunged in and out, harder and deeper with each stroke of his shaft. He was screaming wildly and acting like a maniac.
His cock finally hit home and I felt like my insides were being ripped apart. Then it happened. My dam opened and I began overflowing. I felt it oozing out of my cunt Ooozing down his cock head ... oozing down our legs ... between our bellies. And finally, in the middle of a stroke, he stopped dead in his tracks and I knew he was shooting his own load.
He collapsed on top of me, his prick still jerking and throbbing inside my cunt. He tried desperately to catch his breath.
At last he rolled off of me, reached over to a night table, lit two cigarettes and handed me one.
"That was real good, baby. That was the best fuck I have ever had in my entire life. You are by far, the grooviest chick on earth."
Of course it flattered me to hear these words, but I was used to them by now. I knew what men liked and I could produce it. I knew what they like to hear, what they liked to feel, what they needed. And I had everything to offer.
I looked casually at my watch and realized I only had twenty minutes to get over to my other stud.
I sat up on the slick, stained sheet and began getting off the bed.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I have another date tonight," I answered, truthfully. "And I only have twenty minutes to get there."
"Are you going to call me again?" he asked. "I'd like to, but I won't make a promise because once I make a promise, I never break it."
"Well, promise me you'll call me again, then."
"Sweetheart, give me your number and I'll probably call it again."
"How about giving me yours?"
"Okay, it's a deal," I said, and wrote out my phone number on a piece of paper I saw on the night table I saw on my side of the bed.
I quickly went into the bathroom and washed the important spots on my body, and fixed my hair and make-up. I threw my clothing back on, kissed the stud goodbye and walked out the door.
I was in luck. The other guy's apartment was only around the corner. I raced until I was in sight of the building and then slowed down almost to a crawl. I was almost late and if I kept this pace up, I would be. But I'd be damned if I'd ever let any man see me running for him.
I walked down the street until I saw the number on the building. I walked up to the door while the doorman held the door for me and I went in.
I walked directly to the elevator, got on and went up to the seventh floor.
I got out of the elevator, and walked down a long hallway. When I found the right apartment, I rang the bell.
In the background I heard wild Afro-American music playing. It was a beat that I could hardly resist dancing to right there, but I figured I'd play it cool until I met the guy.
The door opened and my eyes nearly bugged out of my head. It was the most gorgeous, handsome, beautiful man this side of cock heaven.
I wasn't about to waste any time with this one. I walked right in, wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a big juicy kiss on his lips. His lips parted and I inserted my tongue into his mouth. He in turn, did the same.
I could feel the thick, hard meat rising in his pants and reached down and took hold of it.
"My God! Is it all you?"
I stepped back and looked down and saw what I was in store for. He also was truthful when he said about twelve inches, and I was looking forward to each and every inch of it.
We were stripped and in bed before you could say "cunt-humper," and the stud was feeling around my pussy, inserting his large stiff finger into my box while I was eating that gorgeous cock, shoving it down my throat as far as I could possibly, savoring the taste of male flesh.
The two of us grew tired of this preliminary child's play very quickly and before I knew what was happening, he was positioning me, spread-eagled on the bed.
"Okay, baby, you're gonna fuck, and you're gonna fuck good. Got it?"
"You know it," I said, as he inserted the cock head into my cunt.
The two of us took off like we were from another planet and he rode my pussy like it had never been ridden before. He squeezed my tits and left hickies all over my body; left his finger prints on my tits and in my ass while he drilled me over and over with that beautiful cock of his. It was fantastic. Right up tight, in my cunt, it went, until I had taken every last fraction of an inch and he had me insane. At last the two of us, our bodies tense and on the point of frenzy, burst and we flooded each other ... flooded the sheets around us.
This guy I would definitely call back. This one I would take his phone number, and some night when I had nothing to do, some night, when I hadn't been fucked only ten minutes before I came to see him, wasn't exhausted, would really show him what Seal Maddon had to offer. Next time I'd bring Emily and the two of us would give him a work out he'd never forget.