Chapter 1
I moved out to Compton, just on the fringe of Watts, right after I turned twenty-one. I was tired of living at home with my big family in Detroit, so moved West, hearing that I'd find a lot of adventure.
The first thing I needed to find was a job. With my eye-popping 38-22-37 measurements it wasn't hard. I landed a job at the grooviest topless bar in the area, a place where mostly black boys drank but white boys came to as well. After all, they've been hearing how wild us soul girls are in bed, so they wanted some of that action.
At first it really gave me a thrill to watch those guys out there get mammoth hard-ons while I went through the paces, wiggling my tits and ass
in just the right way necessary to turn them on. My bronze skin would start glistening from the combination of the powerful lights above the platform and the sweat they produced and you could see those guys shifting like crazy in their places, just wishing that they could stick their black or white peckers into my pussy.
After a few weeks went by I started feeling a little different about my job. Even though I was nailing down pretty good bread and living in a swinging apartment with a groovy stereo where I could play Aretha Franklin to my heart's content, the job was really starting to bore me. I turned so many of those guys on that I started feeling sorry for them. I felt like I was cheating them or something by not going all the way with them.
The thing I really didn't like was the rush act these guys put on me. They were all hot to get into my pants, and I knew damned well I couldn't start saying yes around there very often or I was in trouble. I'd have a prick inside me twenty-four hours a day seven days a week if I let them have their way.
Even though there were a few real swinging cats that came in there, guys I would have loved to go out with and get fucked by, I was afraid to say yes. For one thing my boss told me not to go with guys who came in the joint, since it would only cause resentment and jealously among the guys I didn't go with.
One night Eva, one of the girls who danced there, came up to me just as we were both getting ready to go off duty. We had been sharing the plat- form for the better part of four hours, giving the horny cats all the ass and tits they could ask for.
"Think you could help me out of a bind, Carolyn?" she started off by asking.
"What's the problem?" I looked at her curiously.
"Well, I've got me a date with Teddy, a sailor friend of mine from way back. We're goin' to a party over on Hoover Street. It'll be a gas. Teddy's got a good looking sailor friend he wants me to find a date for. I was just wondering if you were doin' anything. If not you're invited to come along. It'd do you some good."
"I did have something planned."
"I'm not trying to twist your arm," she cautioned.
I didn't have to guts to tell her what the something was I had planned. It was a Saturday night and all I had going for me was a evening of television watching, but my ego told me to pretend that it was something more important.
"Maybe I could break this other date off," I finally said.
"I'm not trying to apply no pressure, honey."
"No, I know you're not. This party sounds interesting. If the guy's interesting too then I'll have a great time."
"We'll have a groovy time," she winked.
The three of them picked me up at my apartment a little after eight. Teddy was a carefree guy in his middle twenties with a cheerful little twinkle in his eye. I liked him right off. But his friend, a Naval officer no less was serious, the kind of guy that hardly ever cracked a smile. His name was Dave and it didn't take us long to find that we didn't have anything in common. He was good looking enough, and was a little older than Teddy, somewhere around thirty. But he'd been to college and was something of a snob. When he found out what I did for a living he gave me a funny little look which I didn't like. I got the point of what he was thinking.
"You know who's giving this party?" Teddy turned and asked me. He was driving and Dave and I were sitting in the back seat. I saw to it we kept a little distance.
"No," I replied. "The only thing I know is that it's on Hoover."
"Well, Carolyn, Bip Peters is giving it."
"The Bip Peters?"
"The one and only."
"That's great. I've got every one of his LPs." "He'll be entertaining tonight, and lots of important people'll be there." "Sounds great."
The party was held in Bip's agent's home, and there were all kinds of important black folks there. I recognized one guy, a prominent black politician from the LA area, who'd come into the bar a few times and had tried to put the make on me. I turned away every time he looked in my direction, 'cause I couldn't stand the creep.
I couldn't really stand my date either, even though I tried to make the best of a bad scene. The highlight of the first half hour was the rum and coke I had and the sounds of Bip Peters singing away at the piano. I requested my favorite song of his right off, and he was happy to do it for me.
When he stopped singing it meant I had to go back to talking with Dave, which was a bad scene since there wasn't that much to talk about.
All of a sudden something wonderful happened !
I saw a sexy, familiar face come striding in the front door. He was so tall he had to stoop a little in the doorway, and was wearing a super mod outfit that made him look all the sexier.
'Isn't that Cliff Phillips?" I asked Teddy, who seemed to know just about everybody there.
"Yeah, there's no way to mistake him," he nodded. "All seven feet, two inches of him."
He could hardly get by the squadron of excited women who were blocking his way as he entered the main body of the living room, where all the action was. The ones that were in close enough range would reach out and kiss him, while the others would just gawk and stare like they thought he was the only man in the world. I didn't blame them for thinking that way. I was thinking the same thing. He was tall and sleek, and walked with an air of majesty about him. He wore the sexiest goatee, and had a confident little grin on his face.
Somebody handed him a drink, which he sipped on as he worked his way through the crowd, talking to everybody who had something to say. He really had to fight his way away from the girls, who wanted to screw him so bad they could taste it. He knew how they felt and you could see that grin broaden every time one of them would make eyes at him.
The closer he got to us the hotter I got between my legs. I felt myself actually getting wet down there just from looking at him, which had never happened to me before. Usually it took more than just looking at a guy in his clothes. I had to be in bed and in the act before I'd get that turned on.
But then Cliff Phillips wasn't just any guy. He had hung up one of the most impressive records in the history of professional basketball, had made the biggest salary ever paid to one man, and had quit two years ago when he was still sensational. Unlike most star athletes he quit while he was on top.
I had always been a great fan of his and had read articles about him. I dreamed when I was a high school girl how it would be to meet him, and every time that his team played in Detroit I'd try and make it out to see him with some of my girl friends. We'd wind up watching him and swooning rather than looking at the game.
It was all coming back to me as I watched him heading nearer. Teddy, who knew him, was trying to get his attention, motioning for him to come over. He finally caught Teddy's eye and waved, nodding. My heart stopped. It meant I'd actually meet him! If only some of my friends from Detroit could see me now. How they'd envy me. He was even more handsome close up than he was from the seats at the arena where I watched him play. I remembered reading about him moving into a beautiful mansion in Beverly Hills right after he quit playing. And the phenomenal thing was he hadn't ever been married. I remembered how I'd look at his dangling cock, which was unbelievably huge rolling around in his basketball trunks. My girl friends would talk about his enormous size after the games, and giggle about it like little girls. I'd keep my mouth shut, but its size would keep flashing before me.
At long last he was standing just a few feet away from me. I detected Dave pouting out of the corner of my eye as I beamed a big happy smile when he arrived on the scene, grabbing Teddy's hand and pumping it gook and hard.
"Looks like that sea water's been agreeing with you," Cliff grinned a big toothy smile. "You're looking good and so are the women with you." When his eyes met mine I thought I'd fall through the floor with shock. I could tell by the way they froze for a few seconds that he dug me, and when I looked down between his legs and saw the hard outline of his huge penis I completely knew the score.
Teddy introduced all of us to Cliff. Dave was' cold. Even though we didn't get along it pissed him off to see me going for another guy and the other guy going for me.
"Speaking of looking good," Teddy said, "you look trim enough to still be playing basketball."
"I do play, just about every day. Hell, I've got me a full-sized gym just behind my recreation room."
"It pays to be rich," Teddy winked at the three of us.
"It never hurts," Cliff coolly nodded.
We talked casually for a few minutes, mostly about basketball and things in general. Then he excused himself to go off and join another group of people. I couldn't help letting out a sigh of disappointment when he left, which caused Dave to turn and flash me a dirty look.
Well, I'd gotten to meet him anyway, I thought and that was something. Maybe he had been hard but with a guy as sexy as he was that probably happened quite a bit.
Dave and I hardly said another word to each other rest of the party, which we left about an hour after Cliff had talked with us. We got a chance to say goodnight to Cliff on the way out.
"You look real groovy," he whispered in my ear at the door, which gave me a big lift. Maybe he was just messing with my mind, but I still liked it. His words sounded pretty good to me. Then we walked out of there and I felt downcast during the ride back to my apartment. We compounded the drudgery by stopping at a restaurant for a cup of coffee. Teddy and Eva were starting to feel uncomfortable about the way that Dave and I weren't getting along. It put a damper on things We drank our coffee and didn't even bother getting a refill.
As we rode toward my apartment I began to grow more and more melancholy. That big hunk o' man, that seven-foot-two dynamo, had crossed my path in a blaze of glory and left it just as fast. It really crushed me not to get to know him better. I felt so sad that I wished I hadn't gone to the party at all, that I had never met him.
Teddy pulled to a stop in front of my place. Dave went through the motions of being a gentleman by walking me to the front door. He was wearing a smug grin, delighting in my sorrow.
"Too bad your basketball hero's not gonna play joe stud for you," he chuckled derisively as he held the door open for me.
"Go to hell," I said in a choked voice.
"Same to you, toots," he said disgustedly, closing the door, turning on his heels, and striding off briskly.
I watched Teddy drive off, then took the key out of my purse and let myself into my apartment. I turned on the light and walked into the kitchen. I had a bottle of Vodka stored for special occasions -usually of extraordinary pleasure or depression. Right then I was in the second category. I tool it straight, marching back to the living room and sitting down in my favorite chair, the one that faced the street. It was a warm evening and I opened the window, letting a cool breeze trickle into the room.
I looked out into the dark night and watched the luminous procession of cars driving by. I felt depressed and alone, like there was nobody else in the world but me. For the first time since I came to Los Angeles I felt like going back home.
I took a long sip from the glass and kept staring blankly out that window, for no particular reason excepting it was something to do. I saw a car slow down and finally pull to a stop in front of the apartment building. It was a brand new black Lin- coin, one of the classiest looking cars I had ever seen. I wondered who owned it and why they were stopping in front of the apartment.
Then I thought I was seeing things. It looked like Cliff getting out of there and striding in those long steps toward the front door. At first I was convinced my mind was playing tricks on me, but the closer he got to the door the more I realized it was no mirage. It was handsome, sexy Cliff, and he was coming to see me!
I got up from the chair and walked slowly toward the front door. My knees were a little weak from the tense excitement of the moment. I could hardly believe what was happening. Maybe I had flipped out and was dreaming this. Maybe this towering figure was a hallucination.
The doorbell rang. I opened the door and gasped as I looked into his grinningly confident face. Instinctively I pushed my body forward and threw myself into his waiting arms.
"That's the kind of reception a guy really digs," he said softly.
"How'd you know where I lived?"
"That was easy enough," he laughed. "I called my old buddy Teddy aside and asked for your address. I could see you weren't making out with that stiff you were with."
"That's putting it mildly."
"So I figured you could use a little company."
"You can say that again," I swooned.
Our lips met in a moment of suspended bliss. I was breathless. He broke our kiss.
"Please come in," I finally thought to ask him.
holding the door open for him to enter. He had to stoop to get inside.
"Nice place you've got here."
"Thank you. How about a drink?"
"Fine."
"Vodka all right?"
"Anything you say is all right."
He took the vodka straight and gulped it down with one prodigious swish. I watched him with awe.
"Just needed a little something to wet my whistle," he explained. "Want another one?" "No, but I'll tell you what I could use." "What's that?"
"Just show me to the right room and you'll see."
I let him into the bedroom. I was erupting with excitement between my thighs, eager to have this giant Adonis make love to me. It was hard to believe that those dreams I'd nurtured when I was in high school were actually going to come true.
His huge fingers, which were so strong but gripped my arms so sensitively, guided me downward into the bed. Slowly, as he looked fervently into my eyes, he undressed me.
Cliff's hands touched me and I tingled. After he pulled off my dress he let his fingers work their way carefully inside my bra, where he played with my breasts, squeezing my nipples ever so gently. He had my body rotating with desire.
"Now I'll finish the job," he remarked casually, "get you down there in the buff. I wanna see all of you."
Off came my bra, and lastly, my panties. His first response on seeing my completely nude was to let his head drop between my legs and kiss my cunt several times. Feelings of electricity bolted through me when those passionate lips touched my vagina. It was really something. I was all wet down there, a development he was happy to see. His fingers worked around my hot snatch as my ass flipped from side to side.
"Damned but you're beautiful," he exclaimed. He had that same kind of hell-fire look in his eyes that I'd seen on the faces of so many of the guys who watched me dance. I had a beautiful body and was happy to draw favorable responses from guys I dug, and at that point I dug Cliff more than any man I'd ever met.
His hand crept up my leg, feeling my thigh gently, enjoying the body contact. He let his other hand work its way up to my breasts, where he grabbed hold of my left nipple and fondled it. His touch was so soft and warm, so wonderful, that it was like magic. I could feel the sparks all the way to my toes when he would touch my nipples.
Cliff's fingers caressed my crotch as he zeroed his mouth down toward mine. His tongue pushed its way through my teeth and into my mouth. He smoldered inside my mouth, letting his tongue unleash itself with speedy but effective strokes.
After driving me to the depths of passion with his controlled tongue movements, coupled with effective finger movements over my nipples, he released his tongue from my mouth and looked deeply into my eyes.
As he looked he reached his fingers down to his mammoth organ, by far the hugest hard-on I had ever seen. I remembered how, as a sexy high school girl, I had desired to look under those basketball shorts of his to see that hot dick. Well, it was a joy to behold, the sexiest object I'd ever fastened my eyes on.
He practically made me orgasm just watching him jerk on it as he moved his fingers up and down its huge base. The longer he jerked the wider the grin that spread across his face. He was extra proud of that big thing and I didn't blame him.
"You like the looks of that?" he asked.
"It's absolutely beautiful. The most beautiful thing about you."
"I think so too," he chuckled. "It's so big, in fact, that just certain women can take it. Can you handle it?"
"Just try me and see," I replied confidently.
"That's one of the things I liked about you right off. You're a pretty good-sized gal. I'm afraid to do it with some tiny little petite thing. I'm afraid I'd kill her if I did."
"Well you can do it with me anytime you want, baby."
"Thank you, doll." He ran his fingers over my face affectionately. "Now I wish you'd take this and play with it. I'd like to watch your fingers work over it."
I reached out and touched the immense dong. I delighted in its warm sparkling touch. I moved my fingers up and down it, all the way to the balls, which I squeezed and fondled.
"Oh, you really know how to make a guy feel ten feet tall," he said as I worked those fingers diligently. "That's it, keep up that steady rhythm, keep me excited."
I picked up the pace so well and started moving my fingers so rapidly that he was about ready to explode. His eyes closed and his breath started to heat up.
"Stop, baby, I don't wanna orgasm yet," he warned me.
I applied the brakes to the operation, removing my fingers from his rigid dick. He looked at me and smiled appreciatively.
"You've really got what it takes," he said.
"So does this," I looked down at his pecker. I kissed the nub end of it and smiled at him.
"That was a beautiful gesture."
Then his mouth closed in on mine once more and his tongue again pushed its way fervently through my teeth. I could feel his hot breath along with his saliva. It was glorious being so intimate with him, enjoying every beautiful tongue touch, and my cunt was so hot that I could hardly stand it.
He captured my tongue and started to suck on the end of it. It felt so good having him touch me like that. I thought back to when I was a young girl and saw that sleek handsome body of his out on a basketball court so many times. He had been adorable then and was even more adorable at the moment, now that I was sharing intimacies with his body.
His tongue was fantastic. It was both tender and sensitive, moving itself around in such a way that I derived benefit from every movement. Once he released his tongue from my mouth he became enchanted with my breasts. Since I had perfectly formed thirty-eights, smooth and firm, he wasn't the first man who had looked with great admiration on my tits, but he was the grooviest, and when he did it a feeling of pride swarmed through me that had never been there before. Oh, sure I'd feel some pride, but never did I swell like I was doing this particular second. The fantastic feeling swept through me, making me feel like a carefree little girl romping through the woods, but I was feeling the powerful emotions of a woman along with it. My cunt was tingling with excitement, waiting for more intimate contact.
My breasts jutted out so perfectly. My nipples crowned them so prettily. I was happy I had such beautiful breasts since it meant that he was impressed by them.
He lowered his face to them. I thought he was going to kiss them, but instead he let one feed into his mouth as his tongue flicked across the very nipple.
That tongue was so wonderful! He knew how to make every move the most erotic possible. He had excellent tongue control, letting his tongue work slowly but energetically while the storms of passion continued to build inside me.
Even the slightest movement of that tongue completely set me off in a state of high level excitement.
"I want you on my nipples," I finally cried out, unable to suppress the adventurous sensations within me any longer.
My aroused feelings put him into a state of greater arousal as his tongue started nibbling and biting on my nipples. His bites were love bites, erotic but never painful, the same as his nibbles.
While his tongue and teeth continued working their way around my tits and nipples his hands wound their way down to my cunt. His fingers worked like magic as they applied themselves to my snatch. I was getting wetter down there with every stimulating touch.
His fingers moved carefully yet swiftly, probing with maximum effectiveness as my breathing quickened under the torrent of excitement. He found the main key and concentrated on it. It lay in playing with my cunt in much the same way he had my nipples, by probing slowly and skillfully, working with determination.
He would work those fingers like magic, probing effectively for a number of strokes, then purposely slow up to nothing, I was lost in a sea of excitement and adventure, dying to get my cunt off, to release my warm juices.
Finally when he would insert his finger into my cunt I would assist him by pushing my body upward against his finger. It felt so good. I kept getting wetter and wetter, more and more excited with every touch.
Now he had me right where he wanted me, in a state of exhilarating passion. I grabbed wildly at his crotch. I reached out and pumped on his shaft. Now we were giving each other the same kind of wild and wonderful strokes as he went to work on my cunt and I went to work diligently on his prick.
His shaft flipped out into my hand, hard and immense, as I ran my finger up and down his shaft. It was so imposing and masculine, the perfect cock for a championship athlete and bulldog stud between the sheets. His cock was so imposing and masculine. I just had to have it inside me.
I brought it down and started rubbing the head of it against my thigh. I started thinking how wonderful and electric it would be to have it rubbing against my cunt nub.
"You think you can take that?" Cliff asked. "You think you can take that inside your snatch?"
"Yes, try and see. I want it," I gasped.
"That's great. That's just what I was building up to."
"Give it to me. I want it," I said with an air of impatience. The preliminaries had excited me so much that I was beside myself.
He looked down at my body. His expression was one of admiration, which made us even since I adored his body as well. I knew how much he wanted me, which made me swell with pride. This big handsome stud dug me as much as I dug him.
That prick stood out like a huge flag pole, so stiff and erect, so absolutely beautiful. It was stiff and my groin yearned for intimate contact with it, I spread my legs to accept him and he lowered himself down between my legs. His hand slid down between my legs and he played in my moist muff for a few minutes more, ever eager to push me to erotic heights before his dagger dong was fully unleashed.
I felt his hard prick as it scraped against my thigh en route to my moist cunt. It perched on the outer edge waiting for its weight to plunge eagerly into me.
My body tensed under the erotic impact of the moment and he began to suck my nipples again as he worked his way into the searing hole of passion that was ready to ignite before his very eyes.
He entered me extra carefully, taking greater precautions than other men who had fucked me did. It was understandable why. He was an extremely huge man with an almost unbelievably sized pecker, which meant that he had to resort to a certain degree of caution, particularly in the early stages of a screw. He was giving me a chance to build up gradually to him.
Gradually the soaring dick plunged deeper and deeper into me. It felt like the whole thing was in me, but actually only a portion of the head had found its way inside. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have the whole thing intact inside me, pushing its way around with surging effectiveness.
He was content to play it cool, to acclimate me slowly by steps, so for a few minutes he fucked me only that deep, just with a portion of his head inside me. But you know, I'd take that little bit of him, a passionately erotic man to the whole of most people. He had more to give in more ways than any man I had ever known and I was thrilling to his every touch, tingling to his powerful cock surges.
Finally he began stepping up the show, letting his fingers curl around my buttocks as he inserted more of his dong inside me. When he was all the way inside me a sharp, searing pain tore into me. I gasped and at first I thought I was gonna die. I recalled what he had said, that most women couldn't hold up under his potent onslaught. For the moment I thought that I was one of them. He was Mr. Super Cock and as sexy as I was, and as much as I loved having a stiff dick in me, I thought that I had met one man I was incapable of pleasing through my own inadequacies.
I gasped and writhed, feeling like somebody had cut through my vagina with some scissors. I wondered for the moment if I would ever be the same again, if I hadn't sustained a permanent injury from the entrance of his elongated penis.
Then he jarred me with several more powerful back and forth thrusts. Suddenly and miraculously the pain stopped. All of a sudden I started feeling better about the whole thing. It was as if that initial penetration was like losing my virginity a second time. I had to learn to stand up under the violent impact of the biggest cock I had ever seen, perhaps the biggest in captivity.
Pretty soon I forgot all about the pain. It was a thing of the past as that huge dong hammered at me for all it was worth, filling me with blinding passion. He would grunt every now and then before he'd undertake a nifty forward movement. Then he'd fill me with excitement as his prick worked its way around my snatch briskly and effectively.
The longer and more arduously he worked the deeper he penetrated inside my cunt. My snatch throbbed to his touch, getting warmer and warmer with every forward movement inside it.
"Oh, I want you, I want you bad," he gasped. "You're so tight, so great, oh, how my prick loves it."
"Kiss me," I begged.
"I'll shower you with kisses you'll never forget."
"Tell me more, baby."
"I'll do better than that. I'll show you more."
I puckered my lips, awaiting his kiss, but got fooled. He never arrived at my lips. Instead his lips dropped down to between my breasts. He licked, sucked, nibbled and bit at the voluptuous cleavage that separated them. Then he went to work all over again on my breasts and nipples, which he bit and nibbled on.
It felt like his cock was going all the way through me as he continued ripping away. Only now it was strictly fun, whereas earlier there had been pain involved. He kept that prick driving into me with a mad frenzy as he stabbed back and forth.
Finally, after he'd spent a good deal of time concentrating on my breasts, he let his lips plunge against mine. I was overcome with the swirling passions of his prick tearing the hell out of my cunt and his lips searing against mine. My legs trembled and my hips moved back and forth in perfect accompaniment to his brisk strides. He was moving ever closer to orgasm, stroke by stroke, gasp by gasp, kiss by kiss.
"Fuck me, go off in me," I announced, my cunt trembling with searing passion, alive with excitement.
His fingers squeezed my buttocks cheeks as his prick thundered forward, surging into the final stages of the screw.
"Now I'm really gonna give it to you," he said determinedly.
"Shoot your juices into me, I can't hold out anymore," I sighed. "I want you in me."
"Hand on, baby. I'm close, real close."
Just as my own juices were spilling he unleashed his hot load of semen inside me. As he shot he pulled me tightly against him, holding me close while his spilling cock was getting its ultimate kicks.
Our sweaty bodies collapsed next to each other after it was all over. Being fucked by him was like an experience from another world, just too much to believe. He was so big yet supple. His cock might have been huge, but that didn't mean he was any less a genius when it came to maneuvering it like a pro.
"How'd you like it?" he asked softly, running his fingers over my breasts and looking over at me.
"Too much," I shook my head.
"I broke you in. It hurt for awhile though, didn't it?"
"Yeah, it did."
"Was the pain worth it?"
"You bet. I'd accept it ten times if I had to, if it meant learning to love you in just the right way."
"That's the way I like to hear a beautiful girl talk."
It didn't take long before he was ready to start anew. He began by playing with my breasts, which aroused me all over again. He moved his head down and started using his teeth on my tits.
"That body of yours is delicious," he swooned.
"It's yours for the eating," I told him.
"I like your attitude."
"I like your tongue, dig in."
"You're too much, Carolyn baby."
His tongue worked its way down my body with thorough effectiveness. It flicked hotly at my breasts, then my stomach, finally winding up at my legs. He gave my thighs the once over as his tongue drove hotly, making me feel good all over.
Finally he focused on my muff, which was what I was sure he was working his way toward. His tongue was so warm and smooth the way that it worked around my cunt. He took my little cunt nipple between his teeth and bit into it lightly.
My body spasmed to his touch. A gleam came across his face as he realized how much my cunt liked his movements. That stiff tongue of his finally worked its way into the inner lips of my cunt. I rolled my hips to accommodate his spirited movements. Everything was soft and wonderful. I was all sighs, my body a hotbed of exhilarating excitement.
I lifted my legs, hoisting them over his shoulders so that I could shove my cunt into his face. As he sucked faithfully on my aroused clit I could feel his chin digging itself into my cunt.
His tongue finally slid its way inside my hot snatch, feeling like a snake sneaking its way inside an opening. It slithered all around the edges of my hole and then shoved into me as far as it could go. He clamped his mouth on me and began to suck.
The feeling was great and I shoved myself against him as hard as I could. He went back to my clit and bit it over and over again. He moved with a stimulating, steady rhythm. No wonder. He was a whiz in a basketball uniform and exhibited all kinds of beautiful rhythm then, so it was only natural that it would carry over into the art of lovemaking.
I shoved myself hard against him, encouraging his brisk movements with every shake of my hips.
"Lick me, baby, suck me dry," I gasped hoarsely, my entire body trembling noticeably with his movements.
He returned to my clit and bit it several times more. He had gotten a rhythm going, almost like chattering his teeth, and he was carrying my body right along with it. I was going out of my mind from the impetus of his movements.
"Suck me, suck me," I cried out in a loud voice. Cliff had truly liberated me with his fucking and sucking. He had made me forget everything except the act of lovemaking, and what could be more wonderful than to lose yourself in a stimulating fuck or suck?
The electricity vibrated through my body at such an alarming rate that I could hardly stand it. It was like I was all set to become unglued in- side. He grabbed me and locked his arms around me as he continued working his tongue fervently forward, pushing me closer to orgasm.
"I'm gonna gush inside you," I proclaimed.
It made him suck all the faster. I quickly made good on my promise as several strokes later I felt the hot juice shooting out of me. I watched his tongue go eagerly to work finishing the job that he had performed so spectacularly.
"You're a great suck," he smiled "Where'd you learn to move your tongue around like that?"
"I've sucked me a few pussies in my day."
"I'll bet you have."
"But the one I just sucked was the sweetest of all."
"Oh, somebody pinch me and tell me I'm really awake," I threw my head back and laughed happily- Why do you say that?"
"Because you're too good to be true. I used to dream about you when I was in high school. You were so handsome and I used to admire you so."
"I suggest we stop talking about me."
"What's wrong with talking about you?"
"I'm conceited enough already with all the successes I've had in bed and out," he grinned. "Don't make things any worse."
There was no way that I was gonna make anything worse. I was only concerned about making things better, of getting to know Cliff as well as I possibly could. Of course now I knew him as intimately as I possibly could. He had fucked me, then gone down on my box until I shot. But I felt like I wouldn't have really arrived until he fucked me more times, until he decided he wanted to go with me regularly.
I knew that there was loads of competition from all kinds of cute little foxes for his attention. I was feeling lucky to have had him even once, but remained determined to make fucking with him a steady thing in his life, something that would come as natural to him as brushing his teeth in the morning while being a lot more exciting.
"I've gotta be leaving now," he told me.
"Why don't you stay all night with me? Keep me company till morning. I'll even fix you breakfast."
"I'd like to, honey, but the temptation would be too great. I've got to get some sleep. I've got a business appointment in the morning."
"On Sunday?"
"Oh yeah. It's not that unusual for me."
I lay there in bed looking at him as he dressed. He planted a tender goodnight kiss on my lips, then left, not saying another word. I didn't get up and turn off the light until he had been gone fifteen minutes. I was content to just lie back and dream for all that time.