Chapter 4
The smell of bacon and eggs frying woke me the next morning. I reached my arm over to fondle Roger and discovered that I was alone in the bed. My cunt ached pleasurably as I remembered last night, and I felt very let down that Roger was not still in bed. I could hear sounds coming from the kitchen so I figured that he must be in there.
I got out of bed and slipped on a robe I found in the closet. It was a man's terrycloth robe and it was much too big for me. The top wouldn't stay closed, and my breasts were hanging free and exposed. My hair was tousled and my eyes had a luxurious sleepy look.
When I got to the kitchen only Line was in there. He was wearing nothing but a white towel stretched tightly around his waist. It made a brilliant contrast against his bronze skin, and it outlined every powerful curve of his loins. His cock bulged and strained against the front of the towel. He looked up when I came in the room, and I watched his eyes roam hungrily over my creamy breasts. I sat down on a chair and crossed my legs. The robe fell open, revealing my smooth white thighs, almost up to my light brown pussy patch. I could see his dick give a lurch and he ran his tongue feverishly over his lips.
"Where's Roger?" I asked, my voice still husky with sleep.
Line searched first my body and then my eyes with his penetrating eyes. I felt thrills all over me from his gaze. "He had to go to work, baby," he drawled in his sultry voice. "An' seein' what he left behind, I'm glad he's gone." He had been putting bacon in the frying pan. Now he came over and stood right in front of me at the table. The bacon sizzled and popped as I stared right into Line's erect shaft bulging obscenely under the thin towel. I could feel his stare burning into the naked skin of my throbbing breasts. I felt a drop of joy juice trickle out of my hole.
"I uh-that is-uh, where's Melba?" I managed to stammer. When a man came on to me like this I just turned to jelly. That's what I felt like there in that seat- like a mass of quivering jelly with no will and no mind. My flesh and its pleasures completely take me over.
"Oh, she'll be out soon," Line said. I just wanted to take advantage of our being alone for a little while. He leaned down and planted a kiss on my upturned lips. My mouth opened obediently as his face neared mine. Then he covered my lips with his own firm soft ones and shot his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as that tiny organ probed the moist depths of that cavern. I could feel the flames searing down to my aching pussy as I responded eagerly to Line's soul kiss. He held me there for a long time, his tongue searching and exploring every fold of my oral cavity. Finally he broke away, leaving me gasping for breath, my heart pumping frantically and my breasts heaving with excitement.
Then he placed his lips on my earlobe and blew a soft moist breath. "Let's get it on later, baby."
I moaned my yes answer. He could have taken me right there on the kitchen floor and I would have loved it. Then, as abruptly as he had come over to me, Line turned around and resumed his preparation of breakfast. Dizzily I watched, aware of not much else except the large bulge at his crotch.
Just as he had everything ready, Melba made her entrance. She looked ravishing as always, wearing only a small tee shirt and bikini panties. "Good morning," she announced cheerily, her boobs bouncing saucily as she walked. She gave Line a quick kiss, surveying his body in one neat glance. Then she sat down opposite me at the kitchen table.
"Morning," I mumbled dazedly, wondering if I could get through breakfast without giving away how much I wanted Line. I don't know why I worried about it so. I guess it was because Melba had talked about him so much, that I felt like it would be rotten of me to steal him away from her, even for a while. But I couldn't help myself. I wanted to steal him away.
Line brought a huge platter over to the table, steaming with bacon, eggs, and toast. He sat between us and we all helped ourselves to a scrumptious breakfast. I poured coffee for us from the percolator on the table. It was excellent coffee-special Louisiana blend with chicory in it. The steamy fragrance made me feel exhilarated. I sipped my coffee slowly, feeling the hot liquid give new life to my sluggish veins. As my body became more awake, the need in my pussy grew stronger. I had little appetite for the food in front me even though it smelled heavenly. All my concentration was focussed on Line's shapely body and sturdy cock.
All through the meal Melba chattered happily about being in New Orleans and what sights we should go see. It was all I could do to hear what she was saying and smile when I thought I should. All I kept thinking was, I've got to have that rod, I've got to have it.
Line was enjoying himself immensely, sitting in a state of half-nudity, between two good looking and sexy girls, one of whom he had just fucked last night, and the other just praying for a chance to hop between the sheets with him. He alternated his gaze from one to the other. From my chair I could see his cock growing steadily as he looked first at me, then at Melba. Both of us were wearing revealing outfits so it was no wonder he was turned on.
Suddenly I became aware that Melba had said something to me and I hadn't answered her. I looked quickly at her and saw that she was regarding me with a curious look. "What is going on here?" she demanded with a good-natured smile. "I'm catching some very heavy vibes between you two, and I want to know why all the secretiveness!"
At that point I wanted to hug her. Good old Melba, she always came right out with what she was thinking. No playing games for her. I laughed with embarrassed relief. I glanced quickly at Line. He was surveying the scene with detached interest, watching how we two women were going to duke it out over him.
I held Melba's gaze, wondering how much she knew or suspected. Her eyes were clear and direct, with no anger, just some honest curiosity. How much anger would they hold when I told her how much I wanted Line?
I cleared my throat uneasily. "Well, Melba, it's like this. I came into the kitchen and found Line here with nothing on but this towel. And I must admit that ever since I saw him I've been wanting a taste of-I mean I've wanted to-well, you know what I mean!
"You wanted to ball him," she replied in her frank manner.
"Yes!" I blurted out, grateful that she had said it herself. "But I knew how you felt about him, so I tried to keep away. But he's just making it impossible!" I turned an accusing face to Line.
Instead of trying to deny it, Line drew his wet pink tongue suggestively around his brown lips and wiggled it at me in answer to my accusation.
At that, Melba burst out laughing. "Sandy, honey," she said, "I don't know why all of a sudden you're putting all these rules on yourself. Sure, I love Line in a special way. But that doesn't mean I own him, or that no one else can go near him. In fact, I'd love to share him with you. That is, if he wants to."
Line turned to me and gave me one of those looks that turned me to jelly. His eyes burned a path over my breasts and naked legs. I could feel my face blushing five different shades of red while my pussy flamed and sparked, starting to throb anew.
"I'd love to give this little girl the servicing she needs so badly," he drawled. "I think we all ought to adjourn to the bedroom."
He stood up and took my arm to raise me from my chair. I could clearly see the firm outline of his cock, bulging thick and hard against the towel. With my eyes glued on that sight, I got up and followed him down the hallway and into the bedroom where he and Melba had slept and made love all night. Melba was right behind me, but I hardly noticed her, so engrossed was I in Line's gorgeous body. I watched his hips moving gracefully in front of me, his broad shoulders firm and manly and squarely set. The three of us went into the bedroom, Melba closing the door behind us.
Line led me over to the bed and sat me down. Melba sat down next to me and proceeded to strip off her panties and tee shirt. Line's dick gave a sudden twitch as her firm ripe boobs and her dark pussy hairs came into view. Then she turned to me and lifted the terrycloth robe from my slender shoulders and laid it back on the bed. We were both sitting on the bed, stark naked, in front of Line and his enormous hard-on. His cock was swelling and jerking as he looked from one nubile young body to the other.
"Mmmmm, mmh!" he exclaimed happily. "Chocolate and vanilla," referring to Melba's tawny brown skin and my pearly white complexion. He put a hand on each of our breasts, feeling for the hardened nipples and kneading our soft flesh like dough. I moaned in ecstasy, drinking in the sensation of his long smooth fingers on my eager flesh.
"You better hold on, girl," Melba said laughingly. "This is only the beginning." Already my joy box was oozing its juice, and my loins were on fire with sexual excitement. I didn't know how much of this sweet torture I could take. I hoped I could take a lot. I saw that Melba, too, was flushed with desire. Her breasts were heaving and she was starting to move her hips in a slow rhythm on the bed. We were sitting right next to each other, and I could feel the warm smoothness of the skin on her ass as it slid over mine. It was strangely erotic. I had never had sex with another woman before, surprising as that may sound, with all the other experiences I had had. I wasn't against it really, but just had never done it.
Line shifted his attention to my other breast, sliding softly over the soft outer mounds, and then pinching hard on my erect tit.
"Oooonnnnnhhhhhhh," I groaned, as new waves of pleasure washed over me. Then I heard Melba gasping as he did the same to her. I reached up and placed my hand at the small of Line's back, right about where the towel started. His skin was cool and smooth and seemed to draw my fingers over it in a soft caressing motion-back and forth, back and forth over his back.
He sucked his breath in with the pleasure of it and renewed his caressing of my willing bosom-flesh. I traced the outline of his supple ass and backs of his thighs through the white terrycloth wrap. My fingers found the crevice between his asscheeks and pushed through, touching the back of his hanging balls. Those twin sacs seemed to jump at my touch and I heard Line moan softly. Melba too was manipulating her long slender fingers over his legs and hips, sometimes brushing softly over his bulging rod. Every time she did that he would clench his teeth and grunt. Once in a while she would touch the front of his cock while I teased his balls from behind and that would drive him crazy. His feet were spreading into a wider stance and his dick jutted out obscenely from his hips. He would be handling both my swollen boobs at once, kneading them with a frenzy. Then he would switch to Melba, sending her into paroxysms of desire. We were all moaning and writhing together-me and Melba sitting on the bed with our thighs open wide to his sight, and Line standing in front of us with his cock straining to break through the tight wrapping of the towel. I slipped my hands underneath it and gave his naked balls a squeeze.
"Uunnnnhhhhhhh!" he groaned, giving my tits a hard pinch. Then Melba slid her fingers over his naked rod, while she pulled the towel off his hips. He stood there, in full erection, naked to our eyes. He was beautiful. His cock, long and brown and throbbing, arched its way out from his pelvis. The veins stood out all over the sides, pulsing hotly, and purplish in color.
"Oh!" I cried heatedly. "Give me that thing! I want your cock!" I seized it in my hands and led it up to my mouth, bending my face down towards it at the same time.
"That's it Sandy," Line hissed while he ran his hands all over my breasts and belly. "Lick my chocolate lollipop. Suck it all."
Lightly, tentatively, I dipped my tongue onto the tip of his rod where a few drops of his clear liquid stood out from the tiny slit. I smeared it over the surface where it glistened dully, accentuating the heavy throb of his organ. Then I ran my tongue up and down the smooth sides of his shaft, relishing the salty, musky taste. When I reached his balls, I buried my nose in the patch of curly black hair that surrounded them and drank the smell in deeply, that raunchy, thick smell of sex. Then I gathered those twin sacs in my mouth and rolled them around, grazing them with my teeth and pressing them against each other.
Line was groaning loudly at the expert sucking job I was doing on his balls. He had brought his hands down further and was caressing all around my pussy with one hand while he did the same to Melba with the other. His fingers tripped softly over my creamy thighs and over my Venus mound. I was squirming and humping, hoping they would touch my throbbing clit or my juicing love-box.
Melba and I were both sighing and moaning and our asses rubbed against each other as we undulated there on the bed. She reached up and was tonguing Line's tiny nipples while I sucked on his hairy balls. He had a hand in each of our pussies and was fingering both of us at the same time. My box was literally dripping with its sticky lubrication and I could feel his long fingers halfway up my cunthole.
"Mmmmhhhhnnnhhhhh!" I grunted at this assault of my insides. I wished it was his rod, long and hard, plunging deep into my womb. That will come, I told myself, and concentrated on the exquisite pleasure I was receiving now. His palm was pressed against my swollen clitoris, mashing it to greater hardness and turgidity. His finger poked and probed my churning cuntal channel like a miniature prick, not big enough to give satisfaction, but enough to arouse me to greater heights of sexual frenzy.
Meanwhile I decided to let his balls go for a while and concentrate on that smooth veined shaft that jutted hugely out from them. Ever so lightly I traced a path from the base to the tip with my wet tongue, and then travelled back down on the other side. Line hissed softly with the pleasure of it. Up and down, up and down like that I teased, never staying too long in one spot. He started to hunch his hips, as though trying to get me to take all of his engorged tool in my mouth. I planned to do that, but not yet. I knew that the longer I made him wait, the more pleasure he would get out of it.
It was too bad Roger had to go to work. He was missing out on a good scene, and one which would have been much more interesting with him as a fourth. Not that I had any doubts about Line's ability to take care of both of us. He was doing a pretty good job right now, I thought to myself as his hand mashed against my tumescent love bud, massaging it mercilessly.
"Oonnhhhhhhhh!" I cried out as his finger poked its way up my convulsing love-channel. I licked and slurped at his rod as though it were a giant long lollipop, and my saliva made a glistening film over the smooth length of it.
"Hey, don't hog it all," said Melba laughingly. She elbowed me out of the way and took Line's huge organ into her own mouth. I watched in fascination as the dark tip of it disappeared through her parted lips, watched as more and more of it slid into her rosy depths, until she had swallowed almost the whole length. Line gasped when he felt the moist insides of her mouth close over his engorged tool, sucking and rasping wetly over it. His fingers worked my pussy to a feverish pitch of excitement as he grew more and more aroused. Melba was sucking him with slow even strokes, taking his shaft deep into her throat and then pulling him out, licking the reddened bulbous tip of his cock. His eyes were closed, his teeth were clenched, and his head was thrown back as though he could hardly stand how good it felt.
"Thataway, baby," he groaned. "Oh, yeah, do it." The sucking and slurping sounds were obscene and erotic, filling the whole room with their message of carnal pleasure. We were all drinking it in happily, Melba and I each with a finger stuck up our cunts, and Line being sucked off by not one but two voluptuous women.
Melba groaned as she felt his blunt cockhead press against the back of her throat, causing her eyes to bulge slightly because Line was so big. Then she let his organ flop out of her mouth and let me take over.
Eagerly I grabbed his tool in my hands and stuck the tip through my wet lips. With passionate abandon I sucked on it, running the roughened surface of my tongue all around the swollen glans ridge. Then with my cheeks sucked in I pulled him deeper into my mouth, caressing his smooth veined shaft with the oozing inner tissues of my cheeks.
"Uuunnnnnnhhhhhh, yes baby, do it, SUCK ME!" cried Line as new waves of lust washed over him. He started thrusting with his hips, forcing his dick further and further into my throat until my eyes were bugging out of my head. His finger and hand pumped relentlessly at me, and I could feel the beginning of an orgasm start to build up from deep within my vitals.
Suddenly Line gave a hard lurch with his hips that sent me flopping on my back across the width of the bed. My legs drooped uselessly over the side, spread open, with Line's finger fucking in and out of my pussy, Then, just as suddenly, he pulled his finger out of my hole, leaving it achingly empty and seething with lust.
"Onhh! I was just getting ready to come!" I wailed, but Line was busy straddling my head and didn't seem to hear me. "Hey-" I started to say, but he silenced me with a command.
"Open!" he said, and my lips parted as though of their own accord. In slid his cock and my lips closed around its swollen thickness. He started pumping hard and fast, ramming his cockhead relentlessly against the back of my throat. What power and what savage lust seemed to possess him all of a sudden. Bam, bam, bam he hammered past my tender lips and deep into the recesses of my mouth. I love the feel of a man's cock in my mouth, and I derive great pleasure from sucking them off. But my cunt was crying out for attention; it burned with desperate need and clutched at the air in vain for some satisfaction.
Then Melba lay back in the same position I was in, so that her head was next to mine. She opened her mouth and lay there, waiting. Line accepted the invitation. Pulling his gigantic tool from my mouth as rudely as he had shoved it in, he straddled Melba and began fucking her in the mouth as hard as he had done it to me. It was powerfully erotic to me to see him go at her so wildly, and I wished he was still doing it to me. The hell with my pussy. I just wanted that wonderful cock anyway I could get it.
Then I got an idea. I climbed over Melba and straddled her right behind Line, Placing my hands on his ass, I made him stop humping, just long enough to give me time to bend down and take his balls in my mouth.
"Aaannnnnhhhhhhhhhh!" he groaned loudly in unexpected pleasure. He started thrusting again, and I could keep the rhythm of his fucking motions pretty well by bobbing my head up and down, and letting his balls hang loose in my mouth. Saliva was running all over my chin, but I didn't care. I was too swept up in the rhythm and passion of the moment to care about anything. My chin almost knocked against Melba's chin a few times, but all I could think about was how lucky she was to have that dick deep in her throat. She was moaning and grunting happily, a willing receptacle for his engorged tool.
Then I felt Line's balls give a slight hitch. I knew he was near to coming. I closed my mouth over them as hard as I could in order to give the maximum pleasure. Melba must have sensed that he was near orgasm because she pulled harder on him and opened her throat just a crack wider. This was just the thing to send Line toppling over the threshold. With a triumphant cry, he erupted, shattering forth gobs of creamy come into Melba's open mouth.
With a loud groan, I released my hold on his heaving balls and threw myself face up on the bed next to Melba. Line was pumping his load steadily into her, but I wasn't about to miss out on all of it. I grabbed his still hard cock right out of her mouth. I watched for a second as a few globs of spunk jetted out over her face and breasts, like spots of buttermilk on her brown skin. Then I plunged his cock into my mouth and received his liquid, still streaming hotly from the tiny slit at the tip of his organ. Like a newborn babe at her mother's breast, I drank in that warm gism, feeling it slide stickily down my throat.
Finally he was done, and he collapsed on top of me, his shriveling dick still held fast in my mouth. He was breathing heavily. I finally let go of it and rolled my head out of the way. I glanced over at Melba, who was busy licking the gism off her cheeks like a cat cleaning herself.
"Well, dear," I said to her. "It's great sucking this magnificent stud off, but what do I do about the burning in my pussy?"
She grinned at me. "This is only the first heat, honey. He's got the power to come back again and again, and give you what you need, where you need it."
Line had rolled over on his side, off of me, and when I looked over at him I could see that Melba was right. He was beginning to get another hard-on. So soon! I could hardly believe it.
"Now I can see why Melba was so eager to come here," I told him. "It looks like you can really take a girl for a ride." His cock twitched and grew another inch.
"You better believe it, girl, and that's just what I'm going to do to you!"
Again he grabbed my breasts, which by this time had almost forgotten how good that felt. My tits sprang erect again and the floods of juice again started oozing out my cunthole. Line grasped my shoulders and pulled himself to a position between my outspread thighs. His cock arched up, by this time in full erection, and pointed itself right at my clutching pussy hole.
"Ohhh, fuck me," I cried deliriously, glad now that I had been made to wait. My desire was just that much more fierce, my need that much more burning. "Fuuuuccckkkkk meeeeeeee!" I wailed as he drew that tool slowly, maddeningly slowly towards my sluicing cunt.
Finally I felt the blunt end of it reach the gates to my box. "Ooohhhhhhhh!" I cried while I squirmed frantically trying to draw him deep within me to scratch that itch that lurked within my womb. But he was a teaser, as I was finding out the hard way, and he let his cock dangle at that precarious spot for what seemed like an eternity. I rocked and danced under him, desperate for his thickness to fill up my aching cuntal chamber.
His hand reached down and he took my clitoris between thumb and forefinger, rolling it this way and that, spreading my musky juice all over it. I could hardly stand the pleasure, it was so intense, and I writhed and bucked like a fish on the hook.
Finally, slowly, he entered me. Inch by inch he forced his way through my inner labia into the innermost parts of my body, his tool parting the flesh with no resistance. Already I could feel my climax start to build. I was so hot that almost anything would send me off, but this enormous cock was giving me supreme satisfaction every inch of the way.
A few more seconds, a few more inches, and I was searingly filled with at least eight inches of hard, thick meat. "Annnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned deliriously, "Mmmmmnnnnnn!" My cuntal walls clutched and gripped at this invader, hugging it as tightly as they could. And then I felt the first slow rumble of orgasm. It grew and grew, gaining momentum as I felt my clit throbbing, pressed tightly against his firm belly. I raked his back with my nails and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, grinding my pelvis violently against his.
"I'm coming, I'm coooommmmmmmmiiiinnnngggggg!" I shrieked as it burst upon me like a meteoric shower of stars and sparks. Rush after rush of carnal lust enveloped me, spasming through my pussy and womb like liquid fireworks. Images of molten red-hot metals flashed through my mind as sensations swept my body. And all this after he had stroked into me only once.
He pulled out of me and shoved back in, hard, and I came again, even more intensely than I had on the first, receiving more intensely pleasurable stimuli than I had ever thought possible.
He fucked me good and hard, and I came again, ten times. Each orgasm exploded through my loins like cannons going off at full speed, and I wrenched and thrust my hips at him, squeezing every last ounce of pleasure from him.
Finally he came too, shooting deep into my womb. I felt the warm liquid bouncing off the tip of my cervix and sloshing through my clutching vaginal walls, soothing the scorched nerve endings. He pumped at me steadily, his hard cock poking into my cunt and his tight belly pressing rhythmically against my throbbing clitoris.
At last we were both spent, and he collapsed on top of me. We were breathing hard, our chests rising and falling together as our hips had just done in the throes of sexual climax. His cock was starting to deflate and I could feel the first drops of spunk start to drip from my sated love-hole.
"Mmmmhhhhhhh, that was so good," I murmured happily. "You were right about him, Melba.
Line laughed happily. "The way you two talk, I'm starting to feel like I should hire myself out."
"You'd never go broke!" answered Melba. "That was almost as fun to watch as it was to do. If I hadn't had you all night, I'd be pretty kinky right now for that hot rod of yours. But as long as I've shared my man with Sandy, I'm sure she won't mind sharing hers with me. I'm going to wait 'til Roger gets home, and then let him make up for everything he missed here this morning!"
"You're welcome to him," I replied magnanimously. "My motto is 'share and share alike'. All I want to know is how you can wait that long."
"Oh, well, I guess I'll have to suffer through the rest of the day as best I can!" At that we burst into a fit of merry giggling, all three of us, and played on the bed like a bunch of children, wrestling and tickling each other until we were too exhausted to go on.