Chapter 6

I continued to lick the portals of Laurette's womb with the tip of my tongue while she thrashed about in the big tub like a dying snake ... until I feared she might really hurt herself. Then I withdrew slowly and confined my activities to toying with her clit, squeezing it gently between my thumb and forefinger while I continued to lap it with quick little motions, sending her into a series of shuddering spasms that rocked her beautiful chocolate brown body from scalp to toes.

When she subsided, panting like a spent mile runner, her hands resting gently on my head, I let her have it again, running it up her cunt swiftly ... and again she behaved like a maniac having a fit, with her fingernails digging into my scalp while she drummed with her heels on the tub and her hairless pussy flushed out sex-sap like a turned-on fountain.

I kept at it until my tongue felt ready to fall out by the roots, then I withdrew my mouth organ slowly and, once more gathering her cunt lips into my mouth, began sucking on them and nibbling them gently while giving my exhausted tongue a rest.

When it felt better and the strain had subsided, I darted it in quickly, felt her stiffen, then withdrew it to the outer gates ... then in and out three more times. She began to whimper and to push at my head to get it out of her wide-open, vulnerable crotch. Since by this time, my whole face was smeared with her love-jam, I let her do it, and she lay against me, still panting and shuddering, her cone-like boobs crushed against my chest, her beautiful thick lips drawn back from her glittering rows of white teeth, her nostrils dilated until they seemed to extend over most of her countenance.

At last, she relaxed and smiled at me and said, "Jesus, darling ... Jesus...! "

I massaged the tips of her tits gently and then dropped a hand to finger the folds of her still dripping cunt. I said, "Anybody ever do that to you before?"

She shook her head, then said, "Jesus, darling, what you got in your mouth ... a cobra."

"Something like that."

She hugged me, radiating love and delight, rubbing her sleek mons veneris against the half-erection I was wearing. She was the cobra and I told her so. She said, "Could be ... but that was no garter snake you ran up my hole. Where'd you learn to suck like that?"

"Four guesses," I said. Then, thinking of Missie, "No ... make that five."

"What a family!" she said.

My dong was growing slowly under the gently provocative rubbing of her crotch, and she reached down and took it gently in one hand and squeezed and stroked it back to full maturity. She pulled clear of me a little and looked down at its burgeoning dimensions and said, "Big boy, you've got yourself a real rival."

I had to fuck her again and damn the regimen she had set up. I had to know if my cock could arouse the same super-orgasm my tongue had when it was thrust all the way up her coozy. I knew it had to be longer and thicker than my mouth organ but it hadn't sent her that far into outer space during our previous sex-bouts.

So I pulled her on top of me in the tub again and, with those beautiful twin cones jutting right into my face, pulled her rump down over my dong until it was digging right into the top of her womb. She opened her mouth to protest but her beautiful body was crying for further delights, so she let me go ahead and do what I willed with her.

What was bugging me was ... if the key to controlling her lay in my tongue rather than in my cock, how in hell was I going to send her spiraling into orbit by fucking her? ... not that I had anything against sucking, but Laurette was the first girl who had drawn her biggest kicks from my tongue.

Before we really got started, while she sat steady, impaled by my prick, she said, "I hope you know what you're doing, darling Jeff."

"Just call it a scientific experiment, darling," I replied. "I've got to know what goes...."

She looked down at me thoughtfully and said, "I'd like to know myself, darling Jeff. After all, it's me this is happening to." Then her teeth flashed again in a smile and she added, "No matter what, you and I won't be losers."

I said, "Not bloody--likely!" and gave my pelvis a corkscrew hoist that sent my cock spiraling into her cunt.

Laughter fled from her beautiful face as she responded fiercely with a rolling down-thrust of her cunt and we were off to the races again, spilling her sweetly sticky, musky genital juices all over the front of my pelvis.

We both gave it everything we had left, and it was a terrific piece of tail. She spasmed like a machinegun, time after time, as our fucking pieces fought and joined one another, then fought and joined again. Her eyes clouded and she emitted grunts like a pig as she kept right on coming ... but she never spun out with the wildness she had while I had my tongue instead of my cock up her cunt.

We finally came in a gasping, grabbing, thrusting double climax that left us both spent and as sticky and stinking as before we got into the tub. Laurette turned the stopper knob and then ran the water warm, reaching behind her to do it, while we remained affixed to one another as if our bodies were never to part again.

I got the pine oil bottle and poured the rest of it into the tub and we just lay there, letting the water rise around us and cleanse us of the messiness of our sweet labors.

When the tub was full and the faucets turned off, I said, "The last time was beautiful, Laurette, but not as great as the time before ... except I liked it better being right inside you with my prick where it belongs."

She ran a dripping hand through her woolly natural and said, "I don't understand it, darling Jeff. I've been fucked and I've been sucked by experts ... but until now I've always liked being fucked a shade better."

"You and me both," I said. "But if sucking gives you the big bang, what the hell...."

"There could be a way," she suggested.

I picked her right up. "Good old Number Sixty-nine? It could be. Shall we give it a swing again?"

Her half-moon dark eyes lighted up and she said, "You sure you're up to it, honey?"

"You mean 'down to it,' don't you? I think I can stagger through."

"Man," she said, "you are something! And I've been brought up to believe no white stud can match a black stud. Somebody must have been kidding in your case."

I said, "Let the water out, darling."

She did so, then said, "But we're not going to do it here. I'm beginning to feel all bruised up by this porcelain tub."

I had developed a few aches myself and said so. Reluctantly, she pulled her cunt clear of my cock, which was still standing up there, ready to fly the flag. Our sex-pieces made a soppy thock! sound as they came apart that made us both smile ... and then we went looking for a snug spot in which to try our next scientific experiment.

The bedrooms were too cold after the heat of the tub, though we stood for a while in my room, growing gooseflesh close together in the near-darkness while we watched the snow fall outside and pile up against the front door, which was lighted by a pair of old carriage lamps.

" I said, "You're right, Laurette ... we are isolated until they plow us out."

She gave me a quick hug and said, "If I didn't know how much you love it, I'd feel sorry for you, boy."

We finally tiptoed barefoot into the big living room, where the other girls still lay asleep in the diminished glow of the fire. We arranged some of the pillows to make ourselves as cozy as possible and then lay down together just off the flagged hearth ... with Laurette's lips at my cock and my lips at the threshold of her cunt.

There we were, on our sides, with a double trip to paradise right there for the taking ... and did we take it!

Not that we were in any hurry about it. At first, Laurette lay three-quarters on her back, with the row of cushions propping her, and let her hands run lightly over the hair of my pubis ... then down, dipping into my crack to flirt with my arsehole and send little thrills of delight racing up my spine ... then to play delicately with the bagful of testicles just below my cock, which was already beginning to sit up and take notice.

At the same time, I was inhaling the delicious aroma of her crack, cleansed by our second bath and with its own special smell sharpened by the pine oil. I loved the sweet slippery quality her having no hair gave it ... nor was it a case of her having shaved, for there were not even bristles beneath the surface of the flesh of her mound. I have since found that a number of black girls are born without hair on their bodies, but this was my first experience with this biological quirk and I reveled in it.

Not that I mind a well-bushed pussy, mind you ... but Laurette's all-flesh cunny was a stimulating novelty and I took full advantage of it.

I played around with it, using both hands, pressing its sleek sides together to lengthen the top of her crack, then spreading them wide to look at the emergent tip of her clitoris and the delectable petals surrounding the love tunnel beneath. I popped her clit with my thumbs like a pimple ... but more gently ... while digging my little fingers into her hole. She shuddered and gasped under this stimulus and I could feel the effusion of her love flow as it began to generate itself once again.

Then, and only then, did I split wide her unresisting legs and truly bend to the task before me ... just as Laurette, abandoning the fore-play, began kissing the sides and bottom of my cock and weaving wonderful arabesques upon it with her tongue ...

Since we were no longer inhibited by the bathtub, I was able to go at her cunt sideways, giving the act a novel twist as I sucked her red labia into my mouth and gummed them with my lips before bringing my teeth into play ... at the same time pushing my hands deep into her crotch and beginning to play games with the puckered ring of her arsehole.

She stiffened against me after a series of tidal-wave shudders and, for a moment, her lips interrupted their licking of my rigid dong. She haFf-rolled, half-slid beneath me and I forced her legs even further apart and really dug my face into her creaming crotch, lapping up her juices faster than she could generate them, then letting go her labia major and bringing my teeth together at the base of her now-erect clitoris and shaking it harder than I ever had before.

Her teeth had slipped over the crown of my tool and I felt the bite of her incisors as she reacted orgiastically to the treatment I was giving her. Her heels began to drum on the carpet pile and then she pressed my head tightly between the sleek, strong walls of her inner thighs and began rolling both of us from side to side while she ran my dick in and out of her mouth and throat in a continuing spasm of ecstasy.

I judged that it was time to put our experiment to the test, but waited until there was a breaking in her seemingly endless series of comes ... then ran my tongue all the way up her long loving cup until once more the tip curled around the flanged gates of her womb.

Her reaction was so God damned violent that I thought I was a goner. She gave a series of convulsive starts and each time she stiffened in amorous anguish, her teeth dug into my dong so hard I thought she was going to bite it off. I was forced to pull my tongue out of her tank and bite her mound before she relaxed and let me go, and I got my cock out of reach of her teeth and, coming up on her face to face, shook her like a scarecrow.

Her eyes were glazed and half-shut, and it was plain she was off her rocker. She was sobbing and moaning and crying, "Don't leave me, darling Jeff ... don't leave me now ... put it back ... for God's sake stick it up my cunt again ... ! "

I clapped a hand over her mouth to shut her up before she woke up my sisters and, while her body was still wriggling in my grasp, some sort of sanity returned to widen her big black eyes.

She nodded to show she was all right, and I took my hand off her mouth and she said, "Jesus, Jeff ... please put it back where it was. It's so damned marvelous..."

"Okay," I whispered, "but not while my cock's in your mouth."

She looked unhappy. "But, honey, I want to suck your sweet prick while you blow me ... it's got to be two-way to have any real mean-mg.

"You do what you just did, and it'll be no way ... no way at all," I told her.

She looked frightened, whispered, "Oh, darling Jeff, what'd I do?"

"You damn near bit me right off." I showed her the angry teeth marks halfway down my dick and she hugged me contritely, with those marvelous conical boobs pushing into me, and murmured, "Oh, Jeff ... I must have been out of my fucking mind. You know you've got the most precious cock in the world!"

I kissed her and told her it was fine but that I was not going to give her the full tongue treatment while she could get at my tool with her teeth, and she hugged me again and cried quietly a little and then said, "I don't blame you, darling Jeff, truly I don't...."

And then her dark eyes lighted with a wonderful warm glow and she kissed me again and whispered, "I'll make it up to you, darling ... I'll give you the best suck-off you ever got in your life."

So help me, if she didn't ... right then and there. I don't believe I could have stopped her if I'd wanted to, which I definitely didn't. She pushed me gently back onto the cushions until I was halfway lying down and halfway sitting up, and then she got down on her hands and knees and pushed my legs comfortably wide apart and put her head down across my lap and began sucking my cock, which had practically sunk to nothing in reaction to the biting she had given it.

It was small enough so that she could get the whole thing easily into her mouth ... and right then I wished it would stay non-erect, so beautiful did it feel in that soft close cavern of such marvelous flexibility that she could roll it around with her tongue and play all sorts of games with it.

Then, as the result of a particularly sweet series of sucks that threatened to pull it out by the roots, the inevitable happened. I could feel it spring to life, filling more and more of her mouth until her lips were forced clear of my pubic hair and higher and higher above it. Without removing my swelling sex-piece, she half-lifted her lovely head and looked up at me with an expression of laughing promise ... and then she shifted position, resetting herself so that her round rump was high in the air and her head right down where it should be....

Her whole skin seemed to ripple as she put her throat into proper alignment and then, once again, she did her sword-swallower act with my prick as the blade ... letting it slide far up, or down, in her throat until it was wholly consumed, and then pulling her head up and down on it even while she massaged its base with fingers placed there to hold it steady.

Me? What was there for me to do but relax and enjoy it ... at least, I enjoyed it with compound interest, since relaxation was next to impossible and this terrific mouth-fucking spurred the juice of my loins "to renewed activity. She sensed I was about to come and slowed to a halt until my dong stopped bucking ... but I was ready and when she resumed, I was jetting the jizm far into her esophagus before she could play any more teasing games with its urgency.

As I climaxed, she took her hands from my groin and placed them flat on the carpets on either side of my thighs and went into a full headstand, remaining poised above my middle while she drank every drop of my sperm. My sisters and I had indulged in a full set of sexual acrobatics back on the island ... but none of them had ever done anything like this.

When it was over and Laurette was nestled beside me again, all satin-velvet flesh with steel-spring muscles underneath, all I could do was kiss her fondly and say, "Where in hell did that one come from?"

She lowered her eyelids in false modesty and whispered, "It's just a little thing I thought up myself."

I put my hand on her crotch and my fingers into her cunt and felt the urgency of its continued creaming and said, "You fixed me up beautifully, darling ... but how about you?"

She said, "I'll live, honey."

"That's not good enough."

"But I don't want to hurt you...."

"You don't have to. I'll suck you off the way you just did me."

"You gonna stand on your hands?"

I shook my head, said, "I can, but it wouldn't do you any good. What I'd like to know is why you get such a charge out of my tongue ... more than my prick ... when my prick's a good two inches longer, and thicker to boot."

"That's true...." She stopped her slow wriggling against me to ponder the problem, then said, "I hadn't thought about it that way before ... you think maybe I'm a freak?"

"Only for sex, thank God!"

"That's what I mean ... and that's what worries me. I can't figure it."

I looked at her and smiled and said, "Lie down, honey, and let's put it to the test. I just thought of something."

"I don't want to hurt you, darling Jeff."

"You won't ... I won't let you."

I had her lie on her back on the cushions, giving myself a good free angle of entry. There was no question of matching my tongue against my dick. Not then anyway ... because I was really shot down for a while. But I remembered, the first time I poked my tongue into any of my sisters, back on the island, I had just done it straight. By that, I mean I hadn't made a hol-lowed-out scoop of the end so that I could dig into their hot little wombs.

With Laurette, I had ... don't ask me how or why, maybe it was the shape of her hole that made me do it naturally. But I couldn't help wondering if that was what had spelled the big difference between merely a satisfactory blow job and the kind that had sent the black girl right into outer space.

I didn't waste much time warming her up ... she was already a sizzling, dripping platter. I gave her clit a nibble and sucked her whole cunt a couple of times to loosen things for both of us ... then slid my tongue into that always-ready orifice of hers as far as it would go ... without making a funnel of its tip.

Laurette thrashed around like a beached seal when I hit the womb-gates and I had to clamp a tight grip on her loins to hold her pelvis steady enough to keep contact ... but while she had a convulsive series of climaxes, it wasn't the same ... not quite. She went off like a repeating rifle, all right, but she didn't really leave the planet.

I pulled out and she hugged my head with her hands and said, "Jeff darling, I'm all right, I'm okay ... it was wonderful, but I didn't go crazy...."

She sounded so happy about it that I almost hated to do what I knew I was going to do ... but, if I didn't do it, then the whole experiment meant nothing and we'd neither of us know what had caused her super-violent spendings.

I said, "Okay, honey, just once more."

She said, "Who am I to object?" and lay back on the cushions again, while I dug my face into the sweet creaming of her crotch. I nipped her clit and sucked her labia and then ran my tongue all the way up her tunnel again ... and this time I did make a curl at the tip so that I could flick the flanges deep within her from side to side.

Her whole body stiffened in rigid reaction, her fingernails once again dug into my scalp. Her legs doubled back and then stiffened out convulsively-the frog jump again-and shock waves pulsated slowly through her. I diddled her womb-gate again with my curled tongue-tip, and this time her hands pulled free of my head and her legs went limp and she uttered the damnedest wail I ever heard in my life.

Talk about your banshees ... and your howling hound of the Baskervilles ... the sound Laurette let go was weirder than the two of them combined!

Furthermore, once she'd uttered it, there was no hope of keeping concealed from my sisters what the brown girl and I had been up to for the last three hours or so. The rest of the girls were wide awake....