Chapter 4
Sybil Black was pissed, bored and horny. It was Friday night, and Steve had stayed over at the hospital for the third night in a row. Sybil was pretty sure he was fucking one of the nurses, but so what? God knows, if he was, that just gave Sybil more freedom to get some strange cock herself.
Sybil had seen a lot of life and done a lot of living before she met Steve. But she had never fucked for just anyone. She had been selective.
Except for that one time when a bunch of the fellows had got her just high enough to chip the edge off the few inhibitions that she did have and talked her into pulling a train. She had taken on six guys one right after another that night.
It was none of Steve's concern who had paid her rent or bought her furs before her marriage, but if he didn't want her spreading out on someone else's mattress, he had better take her seriously and move back to the city.
Well, dammit, it was Friday night and Sybil wasn't about to stay home and play with herself.
She went to her bedroom and dressed carefully. Her black hair was piled high on her head, her brown eyes strikingly shadowed. Her red dress displayed her figure with provocative daring. The perfect whiteness of her tits jutted above her scooped neckline, nipples pressing hard against the red crepe, her legs on display from just above the knee.
She looked exactly like what she was, a beautiful cunt spoiling for action. She grinned at her reflection in the full length mirror. The image pleased her.
Sybil remembered hearing talk about Dave's roadhouse. From what she had gathered, half the pickups in town were made in the dimly lighted interior of Dave's. It might be just a bit early to be bar hopping, but Dave's sounded like her kind of place. Instinct told her that kindred spirits would be haunting the bar.
In no time, she was driving down the highway. "My God!" she swore in a curse that was half a prayer as a battered Chevy suddenly swerved in front of her. She was just approaching the turnoff to Dave's when this madman cut in. She was already thinking of ways to explain the dent to Steve, when she realized that the Chevy had just missed colliding with the front of her car. She pulled to a stop at the side of the road as the other driver did the same. He was getting out of his car now to walk back to her, and Sybil immediately forgot her anger. He was by far the best looking male she had encountered in town.
"I'm sorry," the handsome stranger apologized. "It was completely my fault."
"Where's the fire?" she chuckled, letting her eyes travel over the length of his body.
"I guess I was in a bit of a hurry," he apologized again. "I'm very sorry."
Was he on the way to keep a date? she wondered. God, what a magnificent body. She knew that she was probably keeping some woman from a great deal of satisfaction. She couldn't resist asking the question. "And where were you going faster than a speeding bullet?"
"To Dave's," he replied, looking somewhat sheepish. "I'm late to meet my roommate."
"Oh? Man or woman?" Sybil asked.
"Man," he grinned. "The least I can do is to buy you a drink by way of apology. What do you say?"
Sybil was startled. What enormous luck! This handsome brute didn't have a panting female waiting for him. And would she join him? You just bet your sweet ass she would!
Inside Dave's, they immediately started casing each other.
"And what might your name be?" the handsome stranger asked.
"It might be Jezebel," Sybil teased. "But you may call me Sybil."
"Well, Sybil," he said. "Jezebel would suit you very well."
"And yours?"
"Jack," he answered, keeping it on the same first name basis that she had initiated.
They kept up a light banter. Under the table, Jack's knee had begun a campaign to wedge itself between her legs. His eyes rested hungrily on her scooped neckline.
"Lean over here a minute," he whispered, beckoning with a crooked finger.
"What is it?" Sybil asked, a puzzled frown crinkling her face as she leaned across the table toward him.
"I just had to have a better view," he chuckled as he looked down the front of the dress. "Honey, is that all you?"
"There's a better way to find out than just looking."
Jack needed no more invitation than that. He left and was back in five minutes with a key. Then they left Dave's.
The motel room was a little cheap for Sybil's taste, but it would have to do.
In the bathroom, tossing off her clothes, she heard the handsome stranger humming as he moved around. Then the motel unit's radio infiltrated the quiet. Wild, blaring, pulsating music heated her tits as she pulled clothing off her steamed-up body. She walked to the door and tossed it open.
Jack groaned deep in his throat at the sight of her. The room was in semi-darkness, with only the tiny lamp near the bed giving off shadows.
"Is a groan the best you can do?" she taunted, holding out her arms before her as she began an erotic dance to the music from the radio.
"You don't know my best," he boasted, moving and dancing with her, his face glistening with an excitement that matched hers.
And then she stopped dancing to encircle his neck with her arms. "Nice body." She reached for the buttons of his shirt, intent on undoing them with slow deliberation. Jack finished up the job and pulled his shirt away. Sybil ran her hands across his chest, down to his flat, hard belly.
"Go on. I like these special services," he chuckled.
She found the zipper, slid it down its length, then laughed with satisfaction at his gasp when she touched his prick. She shucked his trousers down his narrow, tanned hips.
"Owwwww, I love big cocks," she moaned.
Jack wanted to push her down to the floor and fuck her to death, but he was rooted to the spot. The pressure of her gently kneading fingers on his balls and his hard cock brought great swirling flames of heat rising through his prick. His balls ached painfully with sexual need.
"My pussy is on fire, lover. You know that, don't you?" Sybil whispered. "My pussy is on fire for your big dick! Oh, and it is big, too, darling. I can feel it...it's even bigger and harder than I thought."
She was stroking his throbbing meat tantalizingly now, moving closer to him so that the tips of her full, pointy tits touched his chest. Then she leaned forward. Her lips touched his cheek. Her tongue came out and traced a quick fiery path down over his jaw and then back up over his lips before she drew her head back again.
"I want you to fuck me, honey," she panted in her sensuous voice. "I want you to fuck me, and i want to fuck you! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Jack's cock was trembling now, trembling uncontrollably. His mind was spinning with a combination of excitement and panic. For some strange reason, he was comparing this beautiful, older woman to Fancy.
Then she squeezed his dick harder, and he could think of nothing but Sybil.
He could feel the heat of desire rising still higher inside his meat from her staking hands, from her lips and tongue, threatening to consume him completely. His whole being was crying out for release.
"First, darling, I'll suck your cock," Sybil hissed. Her words tore through him like a hot knife. "First, I'll take your big, beautiful; cock in my and mouth and suck you off. Maybe I'll even suck you until you come, until you fill my mouth with your hot sticky juice. Then after; we'll fuck. Yes, that's just what I'm going to do!"
They moved to the bed. Jack's big prick stood out from his body like a huge, quivering spear, the red head shiny with his juice. His balls hung swollen in their soft swaying sac below, swinging slightly as his chest-heaved with excitement. His eyes were glassy.
Sybil let out a soft, sighing whistle of approval. "God, what a prick!" she moaned. "It's everything I thought it would be. I'm going to give that beautiful prick everything it deserves! I'm going to lick it and suck it until I milk every last drop!"
Damn, Jack thought, I don't know where this broad's coming from, but she's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
A tortured groan erupted from his throat and he lunged forward, gathering the woman in his arms, pressing his hard cock against her soft white skin. His hands tore at her tits, kneading and squeezing them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. He was almost insane with lust for her, making little animal sounds in his throat.
They fell onto the bed, Jack trying to ram his dick between her legs. Sybil eluded him and her tongue became a darting snake all over his tot body. Even Fancy had never attacked him like this before.
"Do you want me to suck your prick now?" she purred. "Do you want me to suck you off like you've never been sucked before?"
"Yes! Suck it, oh, shit, suck it, suck it!"
She lowered her head. Jack watched as she took a mouthful of cock-head. She eased forward, positioning her soft lips on the jutting head of his swollen rod. Her warm hand slid down to grasp his cock at its thick base, her little finger teasing the bloated sac below.
Breath burst from his lips in staccato explosions as he felt her hand on his prick. She kept moistening her lips with the tip of her pink tongue and then letting saliva from her mouth dribble hotly over his cock.
Then she dropped her mouth over his meat as her other hand went to her pussy. Her tits began to slap together as she drove four fingers of her right hand in and out of her cunt in an attempt to quiet the fires obviously burning out of control between her legs.
Her ass came off the bed until her body arched like a bow. Her whole fist was in her cunt-hole now, with her wrist raking back and forth across her clit.
"Ohhhh, good, good, but not good enough. Cock! I need a goddamn big cock!"
Watching her drive her fist in and out of her cunt made Jack's dick rise to all of its mammoth proportions. It throbbed in her face.
She wrapped her lips more tightly around its huge head as Jack moved his hand between her thighs. She sucked and panted as he rubbed and caressed her asshole. Then he slipped his hand between her legs and poked at the tufted wedge of her moist pussy.
He spread her thighs so he could rub her ass and run his fingers up and down her sopping slit. Sybil spread her legs as far apart as she could, writhing in the heat that was spreading outward in circles from her pussy and ass.
Once he got her cunt wide open and dripping with juices, he stuck his first two fingers up into her hole and started to ream her out. His knuckles strained against her clit.
She sat up on the bed, swung around, and mouthed the red head of his prick. Her tongue played a teasing game around his flesh and raked across his cockhead. An electric shock burst in his groin and sent sparks down through his swollen meat that burned in her moving mouth.
Her lips slid over the length of him, slowly drawing the crackling sensations toward his prick tip. He watched her face impaled on his stiff prick. Blood surged through his body, creating a whirlpool in his groin.
He felt a rhythm overtake his body and he pulled away, flew out of her mouth and felt the cool air evaporate the spit on his cock.
"Almost came," he panted, taking a second to calm the fire in his prick. Then he reached for her again.
Her mouth covered his cock in a silky inferno. He felt her hot tongue run over his searing cock flesh. He relaxed and let the waves wash over him, feeling every lash of her tongue as it whipped his steely cock. He played a game, hunched into her mouth, then out again. Each time he pulled away, Sybil jerked the skin back and forth with rapid strokes, her fingers holding him gently as they worked on his shaft.
Sybil was tiring now. He felt her lips grow slack, and finally let him go. The cool evaporation seeped into his prick again. She fell back on the bed and opened her eyes.
"Fuck me now, darling! Fill my pussy!"
Jack fell forward, but instead of slamming his meat into her cunt, he flipped her over onto her elbows and knees. Her ass and the dark hairy line of her cunt waved in the air.
"Yes, yes!" she growled. "Fuck my cunt doggie if you want to, but fuck it!"
She thought he was going to take her cock-hungry cunt from the rear. But Jack had other ideas. He was already pressing his hard prick against the unyielding, tight ring of her asshole, He squeezed her ripe ass cheeks until she winced with pain as his cock continued pressing against her resisting ass muscle. Then he began pushing in earnest, forcing his powerful dick into her dry, tight shithole.
"No, Jack, no!"
"Take it! You wanted cock...now take it!"
"Baby, it hurts! You're reaming my guts out. Fuck my cunt instead!"
His huge, rubbery cock-head finally forced the tight little muscle to yield, and he sank into the narrow corridor of her ass.
Sybil lurched forward as pain soared through her body. He was big, too big. What she needed was a climax. She was not in the mood for any kind of pain.
He shoved harder now and she felt his meat plunge into her ass, stretching her ass muscle even more.
"Dammit, stop!"
Then, with a last, final shove, he rammed his knifing cock all the way in. Her mouth was wide open, but not to scream. She was breathing heavily, panting, as Jack slid his pistoning prick out again, pulling it back until only the swollen head was gripped by her ass muscle.
"Still hurt?"
"Yes, damn you!"
"It won't," he panted, "once your ass gets as oily as your pussy."
Then he once again thrust forward, ramming his full weight against her. Her bowels were bloated with his big prick. She flexed her sphincter in the hope of forcing him out, permanently. But the tightening of the muscle only served to suck him in. His dick rammed all the way up into her guts as his belly slapped against her rounded ass cheeks.
The middle finger of his left hand reached around and crawled between her firm, white thighs, reaching for and finding her clit. A white hot lance seemed to run up her thighs as he pumped his meat into her asshole while rubbing his finger against her erect, throbbing clit. The feeling began to reach her, and she let her face fall into the pillow, biting down hard.
Her gasping urged him on, riding his cock deeper into her tight, quivering ass, squeezing and crushing the white ass cheeks on which he rode. His flaming cock kept moving at a faster and faster pace.
Now a wild thrill began building up inside him. The white foam boiling in his balls began rising to the surface and jetted out of him violently. Thick, burning streams of cum-fluid rocketed into Sybil's bowels. She squirmed, feeling the hot stream pour into her ass.
He fell across her back, lying on top of her, his mouth wide open, gasping for air. His left hand was still trapped beneath her thigh, his forefinger still rubbing on her trembling clit.
Sybil quivered and shook, grabbing his hand and holding it in place as she pumped her body all the harder, ramming it against her extended nub of sensual pleasure. And now the oily lubricant in her pussy began to bubble and boil. Suddenly, as she peaked, it spat forth all over his hand, coating it with creamy juice.
"I'm sorry, baby, I couldn't help it. I really wanted your ass."
"It's all right," she panted.
"Did you get yours?"
"Just on your finger. I really need one on your cock."
She moved away from him and rolled over, lying face up on the bed. She smiled at him, grateful for what he did, even with his fingers. But she wanted cock. She had to have a cock in her cunt.
Jack stared down at his prick, amazed it was hardening again. He stared at her, watching the tip of her pink tongue race across her dry lips. He knew what he wanted.
"Suck it again, baby, and I'll give you everything and anything you want."
"C'mere!"
Climbing on top of her, he straddled her chest with his knees, letting his body sink lightly onto hers. He could feel the soft, sweaty, satiny flesh of her tits against his balls as he pushed his still eager prick between her tits, toward her face. He slithered it across her throat, up over her chin, and let the purple knob rest on her lovely lips.
The pink point of her tongue came from between her lips and tasted the cum coating his cock. Her lips parted, and Jack slowly inserted his throbbing cock into her mouth. Her lips moved over his tight flesh, and the strong odor of his rampant prick, his balls and his crotch filled her nostrils.
She sucked easily, carefully, wanting only to get him hard. It never occurred to her to bite down and cause pain as he had done when sucking her nipples. And she sucked and sucked until her mouth began to tire. After a while, her lips merely pressed against his prick without moving.
All of a sudden, Jack was straddling her face, his tight balls rubbing against her chin as his dick slid in and out of her mouth wildly.
His patch of pubic hair pressed itself against her nostrils as his cock plunged deeper into her mouth. He began ramming it in and out with greater speed. He felt her tight lips press against his sensitive prick, and then thrilled to the sensation of her tongue rubbing against the underside of his meat.
Then he was rock hard once more.
"You're hard," Sybil sighed.
"Yeah," he grinned. "Now tell me, how do you want it, sweetheart?"
"Up my cunt," she wheezed. "Straight up my fuck hungry cunt!"
He fell between her thighs. Sybil practically sucked the full length of his powerful cock into her pussy.
"Now, lover, now! Fuck me off how!" she cried.
Their bodies slapped together, the tension beginning to mount again inside her in a line that ran from between her tits, down her belly to her pussy. Her cunt was screaming for relief.
She squirmed and bucked, writhing around, her cunt over his cock until she felt her climax start.
Her rigid, firm tits grew hard, feeling the contact of his hard chest with each new thrust of his meat into her steaming hole. She could feel his balls slapping her just under the rim of her cunt each time he filled her with hard prick. The sensations soon started her toward another climax. Her body began to squirm and churn under his. She pushed her tits even more firmly against him, feeling them spread across his hairy chest. Her hips arched forward in response to each new surge, and the rhythm of her climax began to stir in her hot pussy.
"Come...come...ohhhh, lover, fuck me! Make me come, sweetheart, come!" She was urging him on with words as well as her wildly rotating and heaving ass and pussy.
Jack felt as though his prick were in a red-hot furnace that gripped and sucked at his very guts through the meat of his cock. She was a glorious fuck. His cock seemed stronger and bigger than ever.
Suddenly, he had to get deeper into her cunt, had to get so far in her pussy, before his cum flowed. He had her stuck deep in the mattress, her legs far up, her knees touching her tits.
"Oh, Jesus, I can't stop it!" he growled. "I can't stop it!"
"It's all right!" Sybil answered his scream with her own. "Come! Fill me with your hot juice!"
He wanted to make it last, but he couldn't.
Hot, searing globs of white cum jerked up through his meat and hurtled out of his prick-head in a blinding flood.
Her ass was rotating like a windmill, jerking, heaving, drawing every last drop of cum from his swollen balls.
And then it was over. Gloriously and wonderfully over.
Jack looked at the clock. He had missed meeting Cliff, and he was already an hour late for his date with Fancy. But he couldn't bear to leave this older, beautiful woman who was giving him the fuck of his life.
He would just have to find some excuse to tell Fancy.
At first Fancy was fearful when Kate had brought Doctor Black up to the apartment. What if Jack should arrive and find them there?
Then an hour passed over the time of their date, then two, and instead of being scared, she was angry.
Besides that, she was going crazy sitting in the living room listening to Steve wildly fuck Kate in the bedroom.
Then the doorbell rang.
It was Jack's roommate, Cliff Dobbs. "Is Jack here?"
"No. I thought he was with you, Cliff," Fancy replied, stepping into the hall so Cliff wouldn't hear the noise in the bedroom.
"He isn't. His car's out at Dave's. I thought he had a breakdown and cabbed it back here."
Fancy put two and two together quickly. If Jack's car was at Dave's, then so was Jack. She got her purse and returned to the hall. "C'mon, Cliff," she said. "Run me out to Dave's!"
The two of them sat for two hours in the parking lot, waiting. And then Jack and Sybil emerged from one of the motel rooms. Fancy cursed and Cliff hunkered down in the car seat, unable to look at her.
The bastard! Fancy thought. All this talk about how I'm the only one, I'm the girl for him! She really didn't mind the fact that Jack wanted to get laid on the side, but it pissed her off that he had stood her up to do it.
"Cliff?"
"Yeah."
"Get a room!"
"A room? What for, Fancy?"
"You know damn well what for!"
"Oh, Fancy, I can't do that," Cliff replied. "Jesus, you're Jack's girl... "
"Cliff, if you don't get a room I'm sure there's some hot stud in the bar that will."
Cliff got a room. But once they were inside it, he held back. He knew Jack really liked Fancy, and he couldn't bring himself to screw up his best friend, even though he didn't agree with what Jack had pulled.
"Well?" Fancy hissed, standing by the bed.
"Jeez, Fancy, I... "
"I know you want to, Cliff. I can see your dick getting hard in your pants."
"Fancy... "
"Yes?" she purred, smiling seductively and moving closer. One of her hands reached out and sensuously squeezed and stroked down between his legs. "You want me to give you the most wonderful blow job you've ever had, Cliff? You want me to suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you, suck you and fuck you... " Her words were almost hypnotic. Suddenly, Cliff knew that he did want her to suck him and fuck him and to hell with Jack.
Nothing mattered but the aching desire in his balls, nothing but this hot-blooded woman who was stroking and caressing his big prick.
"Yes!" he growled savagely. "Yes, dammit, yes, yes, yes! I want you, Fancy, I want you to suck my cock and I want to fuck your pussy!"
Fancy laughed throatily and released his prick, stepping back. "Come on!" she commanded.
She glided toward the bed and Cliff awkwardly followed. When she stopped and turned, he practically ran into her and quickly stepped back.
She seemed to sense his confusion. She laughed in her sexy, sultry manner. "Relax, darling, we're going to have fun! We're going to fuck all night together!"
His big prick throbbed as he watched the beautiful nurse reach behind her and draw her zipper down, then shrug out of her dress. It fell slowly, like cascading water, slithering down her body to her feet and puddling around her ankles. She was clad in a French bra and a pair of the briefest panties. She spread her legs apart, then slowly reached behind her to unhook the bra, letting it fall to the floor with her dress. Her perfect tits bobbed into view. Cliff gasped at the magnificent splendor of her high, proud nipples jutting upward from her chest.
Her hands stroked her sides in a pussy cat gesture as she moistened her lips provocatively, never taking her eyes from Cliff's face. Her slender hands slid down slowly to her hips, to the waistband of her skin colored bikini panties. With that same tantalizing slowness, she drew them down, down over a thickly furred patch of hair that contrasted excitingly with her white skirt. Then the wet, petal like lips of her soft pink pussy came into view. Cliff sucked in his breath. His cock jumped, and he could feel fluid ooze from the opening. Her cunt seemed to be open and pulsating invitingly.
Fancy stepped out of her panties and stood naked and beautiful before him. Her every gesture said, I am yours!
Cliff tore at his clothes and seconds later he was lowering himself between her trembling thighs.
"No, baby," Fancy groaned. "Let's sixty-nine first. I want my pussy syrupy for your big dick!"
She twisted slightly onto her hip. Lifting one leg high up in the air, she presented him with a full view of her luscious young pussy.
Easing himself around, Cliff rested his cheek on her soft, cushiony thigh. The other was reaching upward and over his head. He moved his face nearer to her juicy cunt, nibbling her soft skin as he went.
He had just reached her pussy when he felt the delicious sensation of her mouth closing over his prick.
Then he began to fuck her wildly with his tongue. Fancy jerked when his teeth bit into her clit, feeling an urgent need rocket through her whole body. The dick in her mouth was hot and hard, and she began to use her hand on his outer skin, pulling it back and forth while her mouth bathed his prick-head with hot saliva.
Slowly, hesitantly at first, her hips began to jerk. So did his, and her mouth was bruised as his cock plunged in deeper without warning. The she went wild, chewing the thing which was pistoning in her face while her legs clamped down hard on his head.
Savagely, she bit him. He howled and bit her belly. She arched upward for another bite. Then her hips were writhing madly in wild abandon, her legs opening and closing in frantic pleading.
Summoning every bit of willpower, Cliff pulled his cock from her mouth, swiveled around and rolled on top of her twisting, tortured body.
"Yes! Fuck me! Get me off! Fuck me!" Fancy cried as her fingers clawed at his back.
Cliff opened her legs wide apart and aimed his prick head at her creaming hole. He lunged down on her as hard as he could.
Fancy uttered a piercing scream as his giant cock burst into her, raking its way powerfully past the tortured walls of her cunt.
Then, as his grip on her lessened, she brought her legs onto his back with a great slap, drawing the last ounce of his meat into her hot cunt.
"Damn, sweet cunt!" Cliff bellowed. "Take my hot prick in your sweet cunt!" He sprawled his chest across the rubbery globes of her tits. Her teeth bit into his shoulder and her hands were digging even harder into his ass as she sought to increase the intensity of his strokes.
Up and down went his ass cheeks as his prick slammed, almost withdrew, and then slammed against at her frantic cunt.
It seemed to last forever. Up and down, in and out. Faster, slower. Her hips ground crazily against him. Then she was bucking again. Gripping, releasing. It was madness set loose. She screamed, scratched. He released her ass. Clasping her tits and squeezing brutally. She thrust her cunt up for more. Her head rolled from side to side, her whole body shook.
And then she came.
Torrents seemed to pour from her hole as the dam burst inside her. The final heat was too much for Cliff. He shot his own orgasm, sending a hot jet of cum slicing up into the churning depths of her cunt.
Gasping frantically, a minute later they lay still, his limp body still cushioned on her soft flesh.
"Oh, baby, that was wonderful!" Fancy finally managed to gasp.
"Jesus, maybe you should be my date over the weekend, instead of Jack's."
"Who knows?" she chuckled, a line of bitterness in her voice. "Maybe, before the weekend's over, I just might be!"