Chapter 8
John Boreman kept thinking about how good Jacqueline had fucked him last night, seating himself aboard the 747. He was exhausted and flopped down in his seat and looked about the first-class section. Good-it was not crowded and he would not be bothered by some talkative asshole telling him all about the dozens of relatives he had left back home. It would be a quiet flight to California and he would have a chance to sleep.
Being a creature of habit, he sat down and automatically placed his attache case on his lap. Slow down and enjoy life. He was worrying himself into the grave. But then again, owning a chain of first-rate newspapers across the country was not exactly work for a dummy. Oh, everything was all fucked up!
To hell with having to go back to the ranch and face Steven! To hell with putting up with his phony, adorable wife. And to hell with business! All he wanted to do was relax and think of nothing but sweet Jacqueline's cunt. His thoughts drifted back to the first day he had seen Jacqueline.
He had been driving into New York in his convertible Mercedes. At the time the free-love movement was in full bloom. There were young hippie girls hitchhiking along the highway. He knew that these girls were practically giving away pussy for a meal and a pad to crash in.
Jacqueline was standing on the side of the highway, looking like a modern-day Cleopatra. In the glare of the sun he could not be sure if she was white or not. It appeared to be a white chick with a dark, dark tan. As he drew nearer he could see that she was indeed a sumptuous-looking black girl. She could not have been a day over eighteen. She threw her thumb out and purposely made her budding tits stick out for the passing motorists. The skirt was so short that he could see a goodly portion of her thighs. He could not remember ever being so awestruck by any female. Her face was not immediately distinguishable. What struck him most about her was the well-shaped thighs. He had always been a leg man and seldom found a girl who had the kind of big thighs that he loved. She had the biggest, prettiest thighs he had seen.
He damn near skidded the car to a squeaking halt. She stood there for a second as though she would not get in the car with him. This was to make him think she did not ride with just anybody. Reverse psychology always makes a man's cock harder.
"How far are you going?"
"New York," she answered. She liked him right away; he had a kind face for a white man.
"Hop in, that's where I'm headed." He reached across the seat and pushed open the door.
"Yeah, I sure will because my feet are killing me." Her voice was soft, a raspy purring that sounded sexy. She looked at him with big brown eyes and her long lashes fluttered like a dove's wings.
She climbed in and beside him. He glanced down at the display of golden legs. The skirt was about an inch off her cunt. She slumped back against the seat and her legs spread, just as if she wanted a big dick to come up there-as if her pussy needed a lot of fucking. She raised up and rolled her ass, trying to get comfortable, then wiggled into place once more.
The affair had started very simply. She had given him her phone number when he dropped her off in Harlem after they had reached New York. They had gotten to know each other fairly well-at least their conversation had flowed easily. Jacqueline seemed to be a feminist but did not appear too hostile. He could make up his mind, and his cock, whether to see her again or not. He was not really sure that she would see him if he did call. With the racial situation being the way it currently was, he was not sure if his oil and her water would mix. But he had learned a long while ago not to believe anything these assholes said.
There were many things to consider; his reputation, his marriage, his time. He had not gone with a black chick before, although he had heard some of his junior executives bullshit around about how great they fucked. Blacks were supposed to be really hot-blooded. Oh, he had wanted to fuck a black chick before but he was not about to pay for it. A high-priced call girl perhaps, but not a streetwalker. He had to keep his business and private affairs upright. He thought of what would happen if his wife found out, but that was unlikely because he spent so much of his time in New York attending to the business for his papers; a headache that he had inherited from his first wife.
He kept flashing on how beautiful Jacqueline's legs looked that day he picked her up. She had to be a good fuck. Throughout his experience he had discovered that chicks with healthy, well-shaped thighs usually had good hot pussies. It was his theory that the fleshier thighs made the pussy tighter and warmer. He envisioned thighs squishing together, making the cunt nicely juicy and sweaty. He kept seeing pictures in his mind of Jacqueline. She was tall and her face was nice, a cute nose, and wide lips-juicy-like. Her complexion was so light that she could easily have passed for white. He was not sure if blacks still did this or not. She had to be an Aries, because her eyebrows were so arched. Jacqueline had a big Afro and she wore gold earrings.
He could not resist the siren's call any longer, so he phoned her. She was reluctant but nevertheless consented to date him. Their first date was not much and she refused to come to his apartment.
The second date she did visit his pad afterwards, but it turned out to be just that-a visit. She did let him kiss her and feel her ass a little, teasing him to a full hard-on before backing out. For over a month they dated and it was still a hands-off policy. Like a twist of fate, she called him at the office and invited him to her place. Harlem. He had second thoughts about going into the black community, but nevertheless he arrived at her place on time. She made him comfortable in the small flat while she went into the bathroom. She had just finished taking a shower and was wearing a terry-cloth robe that was designed to cover her lush body, but when she bent over the tub, one foot on the toilet, the other planted on the floor, he could see her naked ass-cheeks.
The sight startled him; she had always been a wild, uninhibited young black female in his head. To see her now, her buttocks arched high with the one leg up, made his dick throb spastically; he wanted to bust into her cunt in the worst way. That thought made him look all the harder. And in between her ass-cheeks he could see the hairy triangle of her cunt. Then she put both feet on the floor and leaned far over to wash the bathtub better. Now her tender ass-cheeks were spread and jacked up high in the air. Her lower half was still wet and there was moisture glistening over her caramel flesh. And then there was the deep, dark mysterious crevice of her asshole, plainly visible.
She whirled around and sat down on the tub and propped her right leg up on the stool. In this position he could see under her robe which pulled far back across her crotch. She finished drying her toes and stood up and tiptoed past him into the living room.
"Jacqueline, are you seeing somebody else?" he asked stupidly, the old cocker pleading to the young virgin.
"Oh sure." she said, her face bright from the shower. Her brown eyes were void of their usual sparkle. "I eat men up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You know, honey, you're starting to treat me like a cheap pickup. It doesn't matter to you that a woman wants to be treated like a lady ... just as long as you get yo' enjoys, you don't care. You white boys think black gals are always so hard up for your nasty, big, stinky dick."
He looked at her to see if the vile words had come from her precious lips.
"What's the matter, sugar? You look a little pale."
Seeing her bend over the coffee table to pick up a joint, and knowing that some other man might have been in her pussy, drove him to a hard-kicked point of hominess. He was determined to have her cunt for his very own. He could not help but try to pull her to him.
"I think we should get some things straight first. I ain't gonna be no cheap whore. My friends are already down on me for seein' a white boy."
He held her closer, wanting her to touch his cock. She squirmed away and busied herself lighting the joint. She purred and puckered her lips like an analyst.
She looked so goddamn sensual. Why did he let himself get so horny over a cunt as young as Jacqueline? All she had was a beautifully sexy body and a hot pussy, he imagined. Had she been older, society would have called her a whore, but because she was young and freakish about sucking cocks, she was just an innocent babe. Nevertheless, she knew what she was doing to him. The way she put her hands on her legs, pulling up the hem of the robe and letting her cunt sit out between her golden thighs, was deliberate. Any female knows that when a man is gawking down the center of a twat, he is going to want to fuck her.
He yanked the robe off her shoulders and buried her tit in his mouth, sucking and slobbering over it.
His hand went under the flesh of one thigh and savored it like a dirty old man. She endured 'his kiss, her eyes first rolling around in her head in disgust, then softening in sweet remembrance of how beautiful it was to be fucked. She would let him suck her tits for awhile, for it did feel good, but then she pushed him aside and continued to talk.
"I ain't heard you commit yo'self to nothin' yet. Am I gonna be your woman?"
"I'll give you any fuckin' thing you want."
He fastened his mouth harder over her tit and she involuntarily rolled her ass to try and settle the fire flickering up in his cock.
"What will you do for me? You know my folks are poor." She was calm, folding her arms, playing a game, he thought.
He grabbed for her pussy in anger, seeing her so damn arrogant, and clutched the fine thicket of cuntal hairs.
"When I think of your wife and son." She sighed with greater disgust when he took a firmer hold on her cunt and fingered her.
"What do you want, money?"
"Well, how do you think I feel?" she said in a typical, whining, female tone of dejection. "I know you jus' want a quick fuck and then you'll split on me. And how do you think I would feel knowing that when you pull that-that thing out of me, you're going home and jump up and down in your bitch of a wife's cunt hole? And knowing that you fuck her when you want...."
The joint had gone out. She moved away to find some matches. She tiptoed daintily, trying not to upset the fire in her cunt. She was carrying a load as heavy as his own. He heard the sound of her warm, fleshy thighs coming together, brushing lightly over the heart of her horny twat, and he knew the friction was driving her crazy.
She was soon in front of him, almost to where the brush of his cock was against her. He could smell the sweet flavor of her hair and the mild aroma from her young pussy-young girls' pussies usually sweat a lot and sprout like a fountain when in heat ... so young, so hot, so horny that it had a funky, nice stink to it. Not an offensive one, but rather one that foretells, as with all females, when their boides are overripe. Although they may use all those anti-perspiration sprays, there was still that carnal, sweet smell of pussy.
He hugged her from behind while she lit the joint again. She passed it over her shoulder for him to take a hit. His dick eased out against her ass-cheeks. She didn't try to move away when he pushed it harder. He heard her gasp when she realized that he knew she wanted to fuck him.
"You better tell me something," she snapped just before he squeezed her apple-sized tits. Her head dropped and rolled, he squeezed harder and felt the resiliency of her cushiony cones in his big hands.
"I've already told you I'd give you all the money you want. You know I care for you. I'm easy to please-maybe twice a month. I don't get into New York that often."
"Do you really own all those newspapers?"
"Yes, I have an empire, baby. I'll treat you good and you won't have to work or anything. I'll set you up in a chic apartment if you'd like that."
She believed him. She stood there letting him feel her tits up like an obedient child. Her breasts were soon naked in his hands ... how hot and prickly they were. They were butterballs, so tender and soft that they slipped through his fingers ... the harder he squeezed the tit, the less there was. She shivered when she met the hard surge of his dick. She was then like a soft, purring kitten, snuggling over and against the dick. She made her hips stroke down and she rotated her fine ass into it, burying it in warmth.
His hard cock was buried deep between her ass-cheeks and poked into her crack. He felt as though he could have burst into her pussy bubble right through the robe! It must have felt like a long hickory stick trying to penetrate her asshole. He settled down, making his cock wait for the perfect moment. He wanted the best hard-on he had ever gotten to fuck this foxy brown devil. Hard as steel! He put his arms around her and held tight. Every place he touched was intensified by the grass and made it twice as good. He was tuned in to her slightest tremor. Her ass sat softly, quivering in the palms of his hands, alive, having a personality of its own. Her ass was as soft as cotton and the warmth was almost too much to withstand. The more he touched her, the more she writhed and shook, sending chills through him, all the way down to his throbbing cockshaft ... coiled, waiting, trying desperately to be patient.
He had teased her long enough. It was as though she was leading him, while pretending not to. And when his hand came between her thighs, she nearly shit! She trembled in frenzied convulsions, almost spastically, shook by the hot fuck-passion searing through her sexy young crotch. She went limp when he stuck his finger in her pussy hole. It was all she could do to hang on. Her arms went around his neck, the only support she had, that, and sheer willpower to draw the most joy out of her steaming cunt hole. It controlled her now!
They were soon naked. Her body became all warmth and fire, sultry, like a pussycat kissing his body, running her tongue over his chest, and then stopping to suck his nipples. If she needed his attention, or to stop him from squirming, she would tenderly suck his nipples as she might do for a lesbian-licking, and letting the saliva come from her tongue to heighten the sensation. She was an expert because she knew best where to kiss a man's body; her own gluttonous feminine desires made her a specialist.
Her tongue explored his pubic hairs and he groaned.
"I want to kiss yo' body. I like to feel how your body turns red-hot and your muscles tighten when I mouth you like this." She lapped the flat of his stomach and then wetly slid her tongue down between his hairy legs and out along the top of his shaft, all the way to the tip where her tongue nipped the crown to make it stand tall, desperate for the honeysuckle tongue.
The game of testing would begin. Sampling to see how hard she could make his cock. Thrilled to know that the more she teased, the more come would spurt out of his dickhead.
"You sweet baby. I can't stand it."
"I'm gonna eat your dick all up."
"But I might shoot off in your mouth."
"I don't care, I want you to drown me with that dickjuice. When a man shoots off in my mouth it makes me feel more like a woman. Your dick almost chokes me." She gagged and buckled with his frantic twisting.
She rested her head on his leg and closed her eyes, her cheeks sucking in juices, and the stock of his prick was nearly all disappearing into her precious lips that were closed tightly, trying to form a smile; she was delighted now. Her small fingers were touching places with the innocence of a newborn, teasing down his leg now, pulling his hairs, drawing closer to his nuts, touching them, hypnotizing, beginning to tickle his sac ... and a slow giggle escaped her lips.
There was a sympathetic look in her eyes, knowing how torturous it was for a man to carry this much cock around all day; dying for a pussy hole and feeling his bag of nuts bump and bounce against his legs.
"Poor, sweet baby," she cooed and balled her fist around the stock of his prick and pumped it up and down, watching with great fascination how the veins throbbed on the big fuckshaft.
He sat down on the coffee table and circled both hands around her thighs. "Damn, you sure have pretty thighs. They're so goddamn big!" He kissed her dimpled knees and squeezed the thighs above. He was deliberately slow, taking the liberty to tenderly test the insides of her thighs. His hands were close to the pussy mound, and her heart thundered. "Spread your legs for me, baby." He spread the lips of her pussy open until he could see her clit and the tiny orifice sitting deep within her cunt. He took one delicious flat-tongued lick down the center of the pussy. She fucked her ass toward his face and went into passionate convulsions of snatch-joy.
"Hmmm, oh, daddy!"
He tasted the moist cunt and made his tongue burn around the base of her clit. She drew taut and tried to keep the pussy-seepage from flowing down, but she couldn't hold back the horny juices. And she was suddenly opening herself to let it spill into the waiting mouth!
"Hmmmm, you precious baby...."
He knew that he was giving her such pleasure as to make her wet on herself. He threw caution to the wind and buried his mouth on her pussy hole. He nibbled and sucked, and sucked and nibbled, until the pussy was a tender, boiling morsel of flowing come! He labored painstakingly on the stiff pink knob of her clit.
"Now let me kiss your ass-turn around."
She turned and every nerve was razor-sharp, anticipating some freakish pleasure. He admired the beautiful picture of femininity standing willingly before him. The legs curved inward at the upper thighs and the buttocks were pinched for a sweet kiss. The kiss came with so much impact and electrifying emotion that he found himself getting dizzy. He took his time in licking the pinpoint asshole, then he bit hard on her ass-cheeks and sucked the girl-meat into his mouth.
"I've always wanted to do that," he moaned, his voice muddled and lost in the canyon of her buttocks.
They sank to the floor. This black girl had to be the funkiest bitch he had ever tried to fuck. He was frantic to stick his cock inside her pussy hole. He pumped her once to let her know that he was about to fuck her. Then there was a hot flash when his cockhead penetrated her pussy fully. He fucked hard, barely able to withstand the friction of goodness the lips of her pussy were giving her crown. It felt like a package of rubber bands were stretched around it.
For Jacqueline it was more than she had hoped for. This white dude fucked her funky and nasty, the way she loved it. When his cock forced into her pussy, she waited to see how much more she could take. She had heard that sometimes a huge dick could spoil a good hot fuck. Now she was discovering that she had to be careful; she didn't want to be split open. She knew enough to stretch her pussy for his abnormal-sized prick, but still, he was blocked at her cunt hole's entrance. Then, all too quickly, his fuckshaft was inside her. She felt the way his body trembled, holding on with the deep intrusion-The sensation gave her cunt pleasure'and she reached and kissed his ear, then blew into it. "It sure is good, huh?" As soon as she whispered it, everything broke loose. She found she had hell to pay for teasing him that way.
"I dig fucking for a long time ... so I can get to know you."
He did not hear; he was too busy pumping his cock to her cunt hole. She taunted his ear and her fingers tickled his nuts. Each time he fucked his dick hard into her pussy, she pricked into his asshole and his cock shot up harder inside her.
"Best pussy I ever fucked."
"You wouldn't bullshit me, would you?"
He grunted and drove his cock deeper into her juicy pussy tunnel. He fucked her good when he was all the way into her shallow hole; he was so turned on at having finally gotten to dick her, that he came instantly. To his surprise, his prick came hard again right away. Then he really got deep down into that snatch. He took a firm hold on her ass and fitted himself tight into her pussy circle, locking up so that it was airtight. He loved women like this who had good, shapely asses, and he felt a sense of masculinity to know that her little bittie hole was enduring his big, long dick.
"Daddy, ball me. Fuck the shit out of me!"
Her legs locked over his back and wouldn't let go, aware of how he was straining to hold his load. She fucked it to him so good and fast that he grew weak; too weak not to let it all come down. He dropped his load. It was like a rush of hot, boiling jism shooting down the tube of his dick-and at the end-jerking spasticahy-discharging big lumps of semen. It was wonderful to her because the thin, sensitive wall of her cunt was being melted like butter. The seepage of come helped make the sensation the best ever.
"Can you get it up again?" she asked shyly.
Man and cock had separated and the beast within rose like a towering giant to take over the shell of his sweaty body. It was so good to have his cock inside of her pussy now because it was slippery and large enough. It felt as though the prick had fallen off into a deep, bottomless pit the apex of a burning hell. All sins were collected and cast as one magnificent bubble to be her comeshot. The sins of hell, and the sheer goodness of fuck-pleasure, was being raped by the self-possessed cock.
He was nearly out of his mind. She kept making her cunt larger and smaller for his pleasure, to the ultimate grinding degree; she knew that he was extremely sensitive around the head of his cock. She made her soupy cunt snatch at it-even if he tried to push it deeper, she closed in around it. Then just as it got better, she would move a little and slip the cockmeat almost out of her pussy hole to the very brink. He had to fuck his ass like a mad dog to get his nut....
Last night had been one of those occasions when absolutely nothing went right. He had attended a stockholder's meeting that had ended in a fistfight over the decline of sales of the New York press. When he had arrived at Jacqueline's apartment on Park Avenue, she was singing the blues. She was a political activist and generally an all-around do-gooder fucking around with social change. They had been headed toward a collison course for the longest time and the shit hit the fan last night. She'd told him that they wouldn't see each other again, and that their worlds were too fucking far apart, and that the times dictated that she fight for racial justice. He had promised to marry her and divorce his wife. She knew it was bullshit, but agreed to wait until his next trip to New York before she made any final decision about their relationship.
Thus, John Boreman sat aboard the 747 brooding over his fate. He knew what would be awaiting him at the ranch; a son who hated him, a wife who cheated, and the long hours doing without his Jacqueline. He took a tranquilizer and settled back for the long flight to California.