Chapter 8
"Give me that skinny, white prick," Mona gasped.
Fred pulled off his underwear, staring with lust filled eyes at the naked body of the chocolate skinned woman lying on the large bed. His penis sprang forth, fully erect.
As he stepped over to the edge of the bed, Mona sat up quickly. She reached out her long, supple arms and seized his naked waist. She planted a hard kiss on the swollen head of Fred's prick, then licked off the semen that had gathered at the tiny slit in the prick's head.
Fred gasped sharply as the hot, wet, meaty tip of Mona's tongue poked into the tiny slit. He bent forward, clamping his hands onto her soft, supple shoulders.
Mona pressed her lips tightly over the cock's swollen head, then bent forward, sliding the taut, quivering shaft of Fred's prick into her mouth. She curled her tongue around the taut, male flesh, pressing the tip of her tongue against the long vein running the length of the underside of the penis's shaft.
She slid her tongue until the hot, horny flesh pressed against the sensitive underside of the head of Fred's prick. She felt his prick begin to jerk violently inside her mouth. She slid her hands to his buttocks, feeling the firm, rough-skinned ass cheeks quiver as Fred's prick thrust its swollen head against the roof of her mouth.
"Mona, Mona," Fred groaned, working his penis in and out of the hot, horny wetness of her mouth.
Then she felt hot spurts of semen fill her mouth. She jerked her face away from his crotch and seized the base of the prick's shaft tightly, giggling as the semen splashed out onto her face.
"Does,-doesn't that bother you," said Fred, gasping.
"No, I like it," said Mona, raising a come-soaked face to his lust filled eyes. "Semen is very clean-it's just come from inside of you, where things have to be clean. And it feels so warm and good."
"My wife doesn't like the idea of come splashing into her mouth," said Fred, lying back on the bed and pressing his shoulders into the softness of the mattress.
"You mean she's never gotten you off orally," said Mona, a tone of surprise in her lush, sexy voice.
"Well, she's taken my prick in her mouth a lot," said Fred, "But she's never made me come."
"Maybe you should give her lessons," said Mona.
Fred laughed and reached out his arms to her. Mona climbed up on the bed and squatted over his naked form, the swollen lips of her cunt hovering above his semi erect penis. She planted her feet firmly on either side of his rough-skinned thighs, then thrust a chocolate-brown hand into his crotch.
His penis became erect the moment her fingers brushed against the softened male flesh.
Mona squeezed his erect prick tightly, making the head swell and turn bright red. She lowered her cunt lips onto his swollen prick.
Fred reached up and seized her large, round breasts. His passions boiled over as her long, black nipples dug tightly into his palms. She sat down on his thighs, his penis ramming into the back wall of her quivering cunt. She began to work her buttocks slowly, in a grinding, circular motion.
Her wiry black pussy hairs meshed with the bush of hair surrounding the base of the shaft of Fred's cock.
"Oh, it's so good," she gasped, jerking her naked hips up and down on the hardened shaft of his erect cock. Fred pressed his hands deeply into the soft, supple flesh of her brown busts, then tweaked the nipples between his horny fingers. Fred slid his hands off of Mona's breasts and pressed his slim, white fingers into the chocolate brown plane of Mona's torso. He pressed his hands tightly against her naked waist, then pushed his fingers into the wiry, black curls of hair over her well-trained pussy.
"Right," said Mona with a passionate gasp.
His fingers dug into the wrinkled folds of female flesh just below her black pussy pelt. Mona leaned back, pressing her hands to Fred's knees and giving him a good view of the area his impassioned fingers were probing.
Fred found the tiny flap of skin covering her clit. He poked aside the protective sheath of female flesh, then scissored her hardened, extended clit between the first two fingers of his cunt-hunting hand.
"Oh, Fred, Oooh," cried Mona, lifting her head and wailing passionately.
Fred felt the walls of her cunt begin to contract and suck at his invading penis. He felt semen rush into the base of the shaft of his prick and began jerking his buttocks up and down, ramming his dick in and out of the black whore's cunt.
Mona leaned back, her fingers pinching the flesh covering Fred's legs. Her large, round breasts jiggled as she shook with her climax.
Fred's prick began to jerk violently inside her cunt, slamming its swollen, come spurting head against the walls of her throbbing, juicing cunt.
Mona jerked her hips up and down, gasping as waves of orgiastic pleasure rolled through her naked, sweat-covered form. With a Final, cry of passion, she stretched out next to him.
"That was great!" said Fred, panting, his breath coming in deep heaves. Mona turned on her side and began running the tips of her horny fingers over Fred's muscled torso.
"You know," she said sadly, "I guess I should have met you a long time ago."
Fred stared up at her silently. She looked into his eyes, then dropped her gaze to the sweat and come stained sheets.
"You mean so that you could have been a housewife instead of a whore," asked Fred, a cynical note in his voice.
Mona laughed. "Same difference, I guess," she said. She extended a lean, supple arm and thrust her hand into the businessman's crotch.
Claire didn't know exactly what had happened, or how. One minute she and Randy Waite were sitting and having coffee together at her kitchen table. Then they went into the living room and sat down on her couch.
Now her face was pressed tightly to his, his tongue buried deep in the wet hotness of her lusting mouth.
"This is wrong," she thought, caressing Randy's invading tongue with her own. Randy reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"I shouldn't let him do that," she thought again, but made no move to push her tall, Hack neighbor away from her impassioned frame. Then a sharp stab of invincible lust tore through her pretty body. Randy's fingers had found the small mounds of her breasts.
Randy seized her wrist and thrust her hand into his crotch. Claire pressed her fingers tightly onto the bulge growing out of the fabric of his jeans. An electrical shock of lust shot through her probing fingers, up her arm, and right down into her brown-haired twat.
Randy pulled aside the sides of her blouse and yanked the tails of the plain cotton garment out of the hem of the short skirt Claire was wearing. She poked his tongue out of her mouth and jerked away from him.
"Randy, we shouldn't," she began.
Randy answered by pulling the garment off her shapely, sensuous shoulders. Claire extended her arms and let the handsome black man pull the blouse off her supple, sexy torso.
"I like small tits," Randy gasped, staring at her exposed flesh. He clutched her bare sides tightly, Claire's body shuddering at the touch of his strong, hot, horny hands. She leaned forward and planted a hard kiss on his throat.
Randy slid his hands up her slender, naked torso and pressed his hot, horny fingers tightly into the small mounds of her breasts. The tiny, pink bud nipples dug into his hot, sweated-up palms, sending his lusts into a storm of desire.
"Oh, we mustn't," murmured Claire, fumbling with the buckle of his belt.
Randy slid a hand along her thigh, under her short skirt. She cried out in total abandon as his fingers pushed into her panty-covered twat. She writhed, grinding her buttocks into the surface of the couch as his fingers slid under the elastic hem of the undergarments and rammed into the swelling, juicing lips of her cunt.
The feel of his fingers on her pussy broke down the last of Claire's resistance.
"I want to see you naked," she gasped, jerking herself away from his cunt digging fingers.
Randy slowly stood up from the couch.
He unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned the tops of his jeans. Claire watched with lust-filled eyes as he slid the garment down his hard, black legs. She stood up, reached behind her and undid the clasp of her skirt. She let the garment slide down her lean, slender thighs, then hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties.
"Here," grunted Randy, his pants bunched up around his ankles. "I'll do that."
He stepped out of his jeans and clamped his hands firmly onto Claire's panty covered hips. He jerked the undergarment swiftly down her thighs, gasping as he saw the light-brown curls of pussy hair covering her horny little snatch.
"Oh, you're a pretty one," he murmured, thrusting a passionate hand between her legs.
Claire closed her thighs tightly over his probing hand, silent as her lusts rose in her like fire.
Randy darted his hand out from between her locked thighs and quickly pulled off his underpants. His penis sprang forth, fully erect.
"God, you're big," gasped Claire, staring at his exposed male member. She had never seen a penis as large as his. The head was swollen, and pink in contrast to the black skin of the prick's shaft. She reached out a cautious hand and ran her fingers over the taut, male flesh.
Randy shivered, wriggling his naked buttocks.
"Let's see the bedroom," he gasped. Claire quickly darted out of the room, Randy following close behind her.
Claire through open the door of the bedroom she shared with her husband Fred. She threw herself down on the large, double bed, raising her knees and spreading her legs wide apart.
"Take me," she gasped, grinding her naked ass into the sheets.
Randy dropped down beside her and planted his knees between her spread-eagled limbs.
Claire spread her legs wider apart as Randy seized the thick shaft of his prick. He put the head of the cock to her throbbing, juicing cunthole and leaned forward, clamping his hands over her bare breasts.
"Stick it in," Claire groaned, pressing her naked shoulder blades into the softness of the mattress.
Randy jerked his hands off her breasts and clutched her bare sides. He slid forward, the shaft of his prick sliding deep into the tight walls of her swollen cunt.
Claire reached up and curled her arms around his naked back. She pulled his lean, hard torso down onto her naked chest, the points of her tiny, pink bud nipples digging hard into the rough, black, male flesh.
"Put your hands on my ass," Randy grunted.
Claire slid her hands down the muscled plane of her black neighbor's back and pressed her impassioned fingers tightly into the skin of his buttocks. Randy began to pump his prick in and out of her throbbing cunt.
He slid a hand between their locked together bodies and pressed his fingers tightly into the smooth plane of Claire's stomach. She groaned loudly as his fingers dug into the mat of light-brown curls of pussy hairs covering her prick-impaled crotch. She screamed as his fingers found the wrinkled folds of pussy meat just below her light-brown pelt of pubic hairs.
Then he rammed his impassioned fingers down hard on her tiny love-bud, finding the flap of skin over the little clit effortlessly. The motion brought Claire to an immediate, shuddering climax.
The walls of her cunt contracted around his invading prick. Randy felt semen start to creep into the base of the shaft of his cunt-embedded cock, but tightened his ass-hole and took in a long, deep breath. He always wanted his woman to come first.
Claire pressed the back of her head into the mattress and let out a long, low wail of animal passion.
The pleasure mounted, then became unbearable.
"Stop, stop, oh, god, STOP!" she shouted out, desperately jerking her cunt away from Randy's prick.
Randy pulled his prick out of her cunt and sat up, watching her torso heave as the last waves of her orgasm rolled over her naked form.
Claire sat up slowly, her lithe body covered with sweat.
"I'm sorry you didn't come," she gasped, her torso heaving as she struggled to normalize her breathing.
"I'll show you how to make me come," said Randy hoarsely. His erect cock stood straight up from his naked crotch.
He climbed off the bed and stood at the edge, pressing his knees into the mattress.
"Come over here," he said softly, his voice dripping with lust. Claire crawled over to where he was standing on all fours.
"Sit up," said Randy.
Claire dropped her bare feet to the hardwood bedroom floor. Randy's erect cock hovered right in front of her face.
"Eat me," said Randy, a commanding note in his lusting, deep voice.
Claire looked up at him, a mixture of lust and uneasiness on her pretty face.
"I don't really like to do that," she said quietly. She rubbed her tongue over her sensuous lips as she stared at his erect prick.
"Ever try," said Randy, jerking his buttocks forward so that the head of his cock brushed against Claire's lips.
"No, no, I haven't, not all the way," said Claire, a strong note of lust in her voice.
"Well, there's always a first time," said Randy.
Claire opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Randy thrust forward, sliding the head of his cock between her sensuous lips.
She closed her lips over the thick, quivering shaft of the black man's cock and grasped his bare buttocks tightly.
She curled her tongue around the thick shaft, sucking gently at the taut, male flesh.
"Harder!" said Randy, a sharp note of lust in his voice.
Fifteen minutes later, Claire lay back, Randy's prick buried deep in her cunt. She had decided that there was nothing wrong with having semen flood her mouth.
"I've got something new for Fred tonight," she thought, then gasped loudly as Randy clamped his hands over her bare tits.
Mona wiped the tears off her pretty, chocolate brown face. She and Styles had just had a long, serious discussion.
"I, I guess I'll call him now," she said, a slight sob in her voice.
"Not right now, honey," said Styles softly, reaching up and stroking her robe-covered form.
Mona turned slowly around and stared down at the pimp lying on her bed. She felt a tremendous relief. Styles had confronted her with the news of her affair, and she had broken down, telling him everything. She cried from relief, not from breaking off her infant affair with the young businessman. Instead of a beating, Styles had given her a long, carefully-reasoned discussion.
"I mean, you'd rather have me, right," he said softly.
"Only you, Styles," said Mona, smiling brightly at her pimp. She drew the robe off her shoulders and stretched out naked on the bed. Styles pulled off the robe he was wearing and pressed the palms of his hands onto her naked buttocks.
Mona raised her hips up, pressing her chin into the blue satin sheet. Styles rubbed jelly over the hardened shaft of his erect cock and pulled the cheeks of her naked, chocolate-brown ass wide apart.
"Only you, daddy," murmured Mona, as Styles slid the hardened shaft of his prick down the crack of her ass.