Chapter 8
Thinking back, Jo Ann remembered that night with a lot of trepidation. It had turned out to be a real ordeal by fire, and in more ways than one. She had wanted her cousin to have one solid climax with Liz to discover if he still wanted her. If he was certain, afterward, Jo Ann would have accepted his decision without a whimper. If, on the other hand, after being with Liz, he still preferred to be with Jo Ann, well then, she knew she would never have anything to worry about in the future. But things didn't quite work out the way she had planned, and without consciously wanting to, she had made herself become involved.
Jo Ann had supposedly gone to her room, but she had sneaked out again, and she was sitting on the darkened steps leading down to the living room. Unless either Liz or Andrew came up the stairs, neither would be able to see her. The first thing she saw was that the sofa opened up into a double king-sized bed, and Liz had taken the time to open it when Andrew had gone into the kitchen to get them some drinks. She had also wasted no time in stripping off every stitch of clothing, revealing a golden body with full breasts that had dark-chocolate nipples and aerolae. Her hips were curvy, and, as Jo Ann had noticed earlier, her ass was really fleshy. Hell! She must have had a lot of bounce to the ounce.
Jo Ann was wearing her shortie pajamas, her arms wrapped around her legs as she watched the tableau unfolding, below. She felt interested, but she knew she was more than an observer. Her entire future with Andrew depended on the outcome with Liz.
Liz smiled coyly and did a little pirouette in the center of the room before walking to the bed and lying down, her arms and legs wide apart. Liz grinned lazily, but confidently up at Andrew without saying a thing, merely allowing her seductive smile to play across her lips. Andrew stood there, sucking in his breath, taking in the glorious gold of her body, from her slender throat to her up-thrust, chocolate-brown breast tips, right down to the thick bush of hair covering her mons veneris. The pinkness of her pussy lips was almost totally hidden.
From the way Andrew looked at Liz, Jo Ann was wondering just how truthful he had been when he had told her he preferred hairless pussies. After all, the woman spread-eagled on the sofa-bed below had more hair between her thighs than any other two women around, or so Jo Ann supposed. From Andrew's stilted movements it was obvious he was still enchanted with Liz. What her young girl's mind was not yet capable of fathoming was that it was possible for a man to be fascinated by a woman's body without actually being in love with her. So for the moment, she thought Liz had already drawn Andrew back under her spell.
Damn! Andrew thought. Liz was unquestionably a special woman. She still had that power to command him with her body, even though he was aware that she was basically a tramp who would fuck for any man she liked. He had known that before he had gone to bed with her, yet he had been unable to keep himself form falling for her. Once she'd had him in bed, she had used every trick she had known on him, and for a while it looked as if he might actually become engaged to her. But his demand that she stay faithful to him had been to much for her, and when he had caught her with some of his so-called friends, he had stopped seeing her.
Liz, for her part, had mentally kicked herself because she had known if she had waited until after she had married him before fooling around with other men, she not only would have taken that step she had always wanted marrying into a white family, but he, dealing in diamonds, would have given her anything she would have wanted. Then, even if he had caught her fooling around, divorce would have been too costly.
Now she was determined to try and win him back. She had no idea just who it was he was presently sleeping with, and had she known, she would have been amazed. What she also didn't know was that before this evening ended, she would find out, but even then, the knowledge wouldn't do her much good, how would it look if she went around telling everyone a man preferred a teenage kid in bed to someone like herself?
At the moment, Andrew's eyes continued roaming over Liz's naked contours, stretched out as they were on the bed before him. They stopped for a moment on the firm mounds of her breasts. The mammaries weren't overly large, but they were hard, firm, and upstanding even as she lay there. They were set closely together, with only the narrowest of valleys running between them. He had never failed to marvel at the fact that a woman who didn't have immense breasts was able to make them stand up when she lay down What was more, because they weren't overly large, when she was on her back they maintained their shape.
Just seeing Liz made him almost sorry he had broken off with her. Sometimes a man had to sacrifice a few of his principles in order to enjoy that which he wanted most. There had been a time when he had wanted Liz more than all the other women in the world put together. Now he wasn't quite as certain, though thoughts of Jo Ann were very intermittent at best at a moment such as this. Liz had been enough for him before, though prior to knowing her, and after he had dropped her, he had gone on fucking sprees, going after many women at once. In fact, she was not only enough for any one man, but too much.
His eyes flicked lower to the enticingly rounded, golden tan hips that led inward to her firm thighs.
Between her widely spread loins was clearly visible the abundance of black curling hairs-hairs that almost totally covered her pussy lips, making them look like a glaze peeping through a ringleted curtain of darkness.
"Well, handsome," Liz snapped. "Are you going to stand there all evening and just look? Hand me the drink you made for me, and then take off those clothes and come on down here beside me."
She was taunting him, as if challenging him to resist her. She was fully aware by now of the effect her body was having on him. To accentuate her ripeness, she squirmed her buttocks more firmly into the mattress, enjoying the fact that he was unable to tear his eyes from her delightful body. Liz loved exhibiting her body, watching with a certain secret satisfaction the changing expressions flickering across his lips.
"Still a cock-teaser, eh, Liz," he smirked. "Just because I'm screwing someone else steadily doesn't mean I don't have enough left over for you. As I recall, I used to be the one man capable of really making you feel content. So believe me, I still have enough stamina for at least one or two good solid fucks."
"We'll see," she nodded as he handed her a drink, setting his own on the coffee table which he had pulled to the side when he had opened the sofa-bed.
He quickly undressed, then stood for a moment at the edge of the bed, looking down at her lovely naked form, still spread wide and waiting on the mattress. His long, thick cock stood rigidly out in front of him. Liz had risen to one elbow to take a long sip from the glass he had handed her. She was staring directly at his stiffness.
"Ummmmmmm!" she whispered, pursing her lips for maximum effect. She brought the glass down from her mouth, saying "It certainly didn't take long for you to get hard."
"It surely didn't," he agreed. "The old cock is as ripe and as ready as always. Open wide, honey, and spread those lovely long legs of yours, because Andrew's about to come charging in." So saying, he took her glass from her and set it beside his own.
"Whoa! Just a darn minute!". Liz insisted, teasing him in a mocking tone as she rolled to the side when he tried leaping on top of her. He landed beside her. "You are going to tell me about your latest bedmate, and how she's such hot stuff. Suppose you tell me some of the things you do with her, you know, to sort of turn me on."
"Hey, come on now," Andrew snapped. "I never ask you what you do with all those other guys. Why should you care what I do with my woman, huh?"
"Woman, huh? Not women, but woman, only one. She sounds like someone really special," Liz snorted.
"She is," Andrew nodded.
"She better'n me?" Liz asked.
"Different," he shrugged. "But come on, let's get to it."
"Nope!" she taunted. "No story, no pussy," she insisted, and wriggled seductively out of reach across the wide bed.
"All right, all right, I'll tell you a little something if that's what you want," he insisted. "Just remember, you asked to hear this. I think you must be a masochist to want to hear what I do with a woman I not only love, but really have learned to respect."
Jo Ann's heart thumped at those words. Was he saying this just to affect Liz, or did her really mean it? Did he love her? Was it possible in this short space of time that such a mature man was capable of falling in love with a teenage girl like herself?
"You know, if she's so hot," Liz was saying, "I'm wondering that you don't put the two of us together and see which one of us really does turn you on the most."
"Some day I might just do that," he nodded, though he had no intention of doing so at the time. "She's the kind of female who has so much stamina, and is capable of draining so much out of a person, she'd outlast you, especially after I get through with you."
"Is that a fact," Liz taunted. "Well, you can bring her on tonight, right after I've gotten through with you, and we'll see which one of us can outlast the other."
Jo Ann wasn't able to follow the conversation in its entirety. Was Liz offering to challenge her to a fucking contest with the both of them using Andrew? It was Andrew who would wear out first. Certainly the golden-skinned girl wasn't suggesting that she and Jo Ann do something sexual together. Why that would be awful! Silently, she continued watching and listening from her vantage point at the top of the darkened stairs. What helped even more was the fact that the lights in the living room originated along the outside banister of the stairs, shining straight down, so that anyone looking in her direction would only see lights. If they were capable of seeing beyond, all they'd see was darkness.
"You talk too much," Andrew insisted, grinning at her, gripping her wrist and making her wrap her fingers around his long, thick cock.
Liz began to automatically stroke and caress his throbbing penis, her hand jerking up and down in the ordinary way, making Jo Ann wonder what was so special about her. When she, Jo Ann had touched her cousin's cock, she did it without any kind of casualness. She had always treated it like something special. Even Liz's cradling of his balls in her other hand was nothing better than that which Jo Ann had already done. She supposed it all boiled down to what her cousin actually felt.
"Come on man, start telling me," Liz insisted, jerking his cock a little harder, squeezing it, as well, making a droplet of clear oil appear at its tip.
As far as Jo Ann was concerned, this woman who seemingly was so good at things like this wasn't able to hold a candle to herself. Each time she fondled her cousin's cock, Jo Ann saw lots of oil seeping out. In her young mind she was already certain of how much better she was than Liz.
"I raped her the first time," Andrew admitted, as Liz continued jerking on his cock. "She was a virgin, but let me tell you, she caught onto sex faster than any female I've ever know, yourself included. Though it started out as a rape, by the time I was finished with her, she loved every little thing I did to her, including stuffing my thick cock down her throat."
"You mean she took this whole thing into her mouth?" Liz snorted.
"Every last little inch," he said with a look of smugness.
"Hmmmmm! She sounds good, really good. I'd really like to meet her," Liz nodded. "Heck! I'll bet she's taller than I am, with a much longer neck. I was never able to get that last little bit into my mouth."
"I know," Andre snorted derisively.
"Don't get bitchy," Liz taunted. 'That's something reserved only for us women," she insisted, bringing her mouth down on his chest, then letting her tongue trail across the flat hardness of his stomach. All the while her fingernails lightly grazed themselves against the tip of his throbbing cock, making it stand up all the more solidly and reach for the ceiling. Now she was hovering on all fours with her lovely face posed directly over his penis as if preparing to show him that if another woman was capable of swallowing all of it, then she certainly wasn't any less capable. Her lips blew hot air against the throbbing point.
"Go on with the story," Liz insisted, her voice cooing seductively. "What else did you do with her?"
"Everythiiiiiiiiiingggg!" he gasped, swallowing as the lovely mulatto woman, hunched on all fours over his heavy loins, stroked his stiffness first with one hand and then the other, and then both of them at the same time. "She blows like a hurricane, let's me ass-fuck her regularly, and loves the way I eat her pussy. We sixty-nine as if the two of us were made for each other ... hhhhhaaaaannnnnhhhh...."
He gasped involuntarily and slammed his loins upward and forward as the warm and wonderful wetness of Liz's parted lips suddenly tightly clamped themselves over the throbbingly pulsating head of his shuddering cock. Her tongue swished around and around.
"You're ... hhhhuuuunnnhhhhh ... damned good...." he gasped, "but she ... aaaannnhhhh ... can suck rings around you...." he insisted, moaning again, reaching down and tangling his fingers in her dark curly hair in order to make her head rhythmically bob up and down.
He lifted his head in order to look at Liz's face, noting the immediate contrast between Jo Ann and this woman. When Jo Ann sucked, she looked like an innocent little angel, and the more cock she crammed into her mouth, the more angelic she looked. But Liz looked like a female devil, especially with all the contortions crossing her face. It was as if she did this to please men, but she, herself, had never really gotten that much of a kick out of it. Jo Ann was able to come when the tip of his cock reached into her throat. Liz had never let the tip of his cock into her gullet, and as a result had never had an oral orgasm. Still, devilishly evil-looking or not, she did have a quality about her when his cock was in her mouth, and it made him thrust the penis into her all the more quickly.
"Ummmmmm ... waaaaa ... aaaa ... ggggglllllrrrrgggghhh...."Liz urged, as if letting him know she wanted to hear more, mumbling around his upward-stabbing cock, struggling to get some coherent sounds out of her mouth while at the same time increasing the twirling pressure of her licking tongue around the wet stickiness of the pungently inflated penile crown.
"Fuck it!" Andrew gasped. "I'll finish the gaddamn story some other time," as she began sucking harder, sending more and more vibrant thrills shooting up and down his spine. "You keep on using that mouth of yours like you used to, and make me feel good."
The living room mirror was on the wall across from the sofa-bed, and he had a good view of Liz's profile as she continued slurping the stiffened shaft between her lips, nodding her head up and down, letting the penis move in and out, in and out. It was obvious that what he had told her about Jo Ann had affected her, because this was the first time she didn't wrap her hand around the base of his cock as she continued sucking. Her mouth kept moving lower and lower, and he felt the tip of his penis probing into her gullet for the first time. She choked and coughed, but continued bobbing her head rhythmically, moving up and down, concentrating all the more certainly on what she was doing. Her lovely swollen breasts wobbled from side to side with her movement, dancing below her pumping torso, adding to the lasciviously arousing picture he stared at in the mirror.
Jo Ann watched from above, still certain her own technique was better. She felt jealousy. It didn't occur to her at the time, but she was angry that another woman was doing things with the man she had come to regard as her own. True, he had agreed to it, and he was just as much to blame as Liz. But still, it was Liz's just being there in the park that afternoon that had triggered everything. Jo Ann wished the dark-haired woman would go away. Gee! If this is the way Andrew wanted things, well, she'd make sure that he saw her with some other man or men before her aunt returned home. In fact, she was going to find a way to taunt him into bringing his friends around. Then she would know for sure how he felt, watching her get gang-fucked by a whole bunch of other guys.
"Suck it, baby, suck it!" Andrew hissed through tightly clamped-together teeth, letting his head fall back on the pillow.
Shutting his eyes, he pretended it was Jo Ann's mouth around his cock, and suddenly he felt hotter than ever. Goddamn! There was no doubt about it! Liz was great, but Jo Ann still put her to shame. He'd give anything to be able to ram his cock down Jo Ann's throat with Liz watching just to show this bitch how much better the young blonde was. By God! Jo Ann would have no problem taking every last inch of penis into her clamping gullet, and when he shot his hot sperm into Jo Ann's mouth, she would swallow instantly, making him feel as if she were sucking his cock into her belly. Not like Liz who swallowed what she had to, then waited until he pulled his cock from her mouth before either drinking down the rest of it or spitting it out. No doubt about it now! Jo Ann was a cocksucker par excellence.
"Come on, baby, come on," the man grunted as the black-haired woman's mouth slaved on his cock, her body already starting to glisten because of the tiny droplets of perspiration beginning to form all over her flesh.
The pressure was starting to grow in his balls, and as long as his mind fixed itself on a picture of Jo Ann doing the sucking, the feeling was enhanced that much more. Christ! His cock felt filled with molten lead, ready to explode like a big sausage-shaped balloon. He wondered, if the woman took her mouth off his cock now, would the air come whooshing out of it, sending him flying hither and thither for miles in all directions? He slammed his loins solidly against Liz's face, hearing her protesting mumble each time the tip of his penis dug a little deeper into her gullet. Hell! He was too close to stop now. Torture burned through his balls, building, building, building until all at once he sensed the white-hot stream start in the depths of his shuddering balls and race steam-like through the length of his urethra. He gasped, his lips pulled back over his teeth as if the sperm coming from him was being burned out of him.
"EEEEE EYYYYYY AAAAAG GGGHHH HHH-UUU UUNNNN AAAAAG GGGHHH HHHAAA AAANNN NNHHHH GGGGGGIIIIIIIIIGGG GGA-AAA GGGHHH!" he bellowed, his cock starting a maddening staccato jerk that flooded Liz's sucking mouth, filling it with hot jism. Because his cock was jammed so far down her throat, she was forced to swallow more of the gunk than she normally did. But after awhile she got herself under control, and as a result, her cheeks began bloating as her mouth filled with the white fluid. Occasionally she had to swallow some of it to keep from strangling.
"Don't stop, honey, don't stop," he gasped out loud. "Keep sucking, keep sucking, keep sucking!" he pleaded, gasping as his hands tangled all the more tightly in her hair while he convulsively tried ramming his cock all the further down her lovely throat. She went on sucking against her will, knowing deep down this would be her one last opportunity to try and win this man back. As a result, she found herself swallowing more and more of his sperm.
With a last, lingering moan, the man emptied the last of his semen into Liz's mouth, but even then she went on nibbling gently for some time, wanting to make certain none of the seminal fluid was lost.
The sated penis began deflating now, and Andrew simply lay there, unable to move for the moment.
"Well," Liz asked, lifting her mouth from his cock, "when do I get to meet this other woman? Or don't you think she can compare to me, now?"
As far as Jo Ann was concerned, that did it. She knew she was better than Liz, any day. Standing, she walked down the steps in her shortie pajamas, and she snapped, 'Turn around, lady. Take a good look at the one person who can suck and fuck you under the table."
Liz turned, her mouth gaping wide. She wasn't able to believe it. A kid! A mere kid! Andrew was screwing a kid! Worst of all, this kid thought herself better than Liz. Well, she'd show them both!