Chapter 4
"I'm gonna hate to see ya go, George," Lydee Brown said, slurring her words. She had been drinking the better part of the afternoon, drowning her troubles. "You been a good neighbor. We'll prob'ly get some redneck who hates blacks movin' in now."
"I don't think so, Lydee," George Winston replied, admiring the woman over the top of his own glass. She was wearing only a housecoat, and it was slowly slipping open. George was admiring what he was seeing. "They seem like a nice young couple."
Lydee was taller than her daughter, and darker. But she was just an older version of Retha, and if you accepted her age, just as appealing.
George had sent the boys and Leona on ahead to Houston a day early for the express purpose of dropping by to say goodbye to Lydee and Retha . . . and perhaps finding a way to get in the young girls' pants.
He had been very disappointed when Lydee had told him that Retha was spending the whole weekend with friends. But he had gladly come in to have a few drinks with Lydee.
"Where are ya gonna stay tonight, George?" Lydee asked, shaking her body in such a way that her robe slipped farther open and those dark, monumental breasts almost leaped free. "I mean, with all the furniture out of the house, you don't have anyplace to sleep, do ya?"
"Oh, I'll go down to a hotel," George replied, feeling his dick start to rise as the woman stood and crossed to the bar for another drink.
Lydee didn't bother to tug the tie on her robe and now, as she moved, it flopped completely open.
"Shit," she said from the bar, "I can't have the best neighbor I ever had stayin' in no hotel.
Retha's out for the night, George . . . why don't ya stay here?"
He was tempted. But Leona still had friends in the neighborhood. She would be writing them. It wouldn't look very good for George to be strolling out of Lydee Brown's house at eight o'clock in the morning.
"A hotel is no trouble, Lydee."
"I've been lonely, George, for a long time. I wish you'd stay."
"I really can't, Lydee . . ."
She turned and shrugged the housecoat from her body. "I need you to stay, George." She rolled back to the sofa and George's cock jumped in his pants.
Her massive, perfectly shaped tits jutted toward the ceiling even though she was now lying flat on her back. George's eyes wandered on down across the dark body until he could see her mane of dark cunt hair.
"What's the matter . . . haven't you ever seen a pair of tits and a naked cunt before?"
"Not quite in those proportions," he replied, crossing the room and sitting down on the sofa. He was being as cool as he could under the circumstances.
Lydee reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, obviously enjoying his state of shock as his eyes drank in those big, beautiful tits. He couldn't remember his heart ever beating so fast, or a hard-on so painful and throbbing as it pressed against his fly.
"Do I have to come right out and ask, George? I mean, let's call it a mercy fuck. I need it."
"I can see you do, Lydee . . . but my wife . . ."
"Oh, George," she chuckled. "I know you fuck around on your wife all the time. What's one more time? Is it because I'm black?"
"Hell, no."
"Then what are we waiting for?" She ran her hand up his thigh and gave his prick a squeeze. "Mmmm, you're nice and ready, honey. You like Lydee's tits?"
No man in his right mind wouldn't. George was no exception. "I've never seen bigger or better."
"Then work on 'em a little, lover." She pulled his face to her breasts so he could kiss them. "MMMM, YEAH, I LIKE THAT, HONEY. I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS A LADY'S TITS. BITE 'EM A LITTLE! BITE THE NIPS A LITTLE. OHHHH, YESSSSS!" She squeezed his erect cock again, carefully judging its length and width with her hand. "Perfect, honey. I can tell you're nice and horny and that's just the way I like my men."
The stories he had heard about her were obviously true. She was a lusty, hot broad, all right, and was a real pro at turning a man on. At that point, George would do anything she asked.
"You will stay all night, won't you, George?"
"Yeah . . . hell, yes!"
Why not? George thought. He'd wanted to ream the daughter but, what the hell, the mother was going to be just as good!
"Then let's hit the bedroom, honey. I haven't had any in two months and you're gonna catch me up!"
They moved to the bedroom without pausing, faced each other, and drank solemnly. Then, at the same moment, they put their glasses down and moved toward each other. This time their embrace was fervent, urgent, demanding.
"I take it you don't want any romancing first," she said.
"You take it right," George rasped.
"Shall I pull the blinds?"
"Hell no. If someone gets their kicks watching, let 'em! I get mine doing!"
"So do I, honey. Let's fuck!"
George tugged off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and quickly went for her. He took her in his arms with such force and strength that she gasped for breath. He kissed her hard on the mouth, running his tongue in between her teeth as she fought to get her breath.
He let her go and she staggered back, losing her balance and sprawling on the bed. He was on top of her in an instant, his strong body crushing hers as he kissed her mouth, face and neck and his hand massaged her massive tits. Then he jumped up and seemed, suddenly, inexplicably, casual as he started to undress. He looked down at her with a little grin on one corner of his mouth.
"Did you plan this?"
"No," she said, her darkly beautiful face breaking into a wide grin. "It's just . . . well, with the booze, and when I saw your dick rising in your pants, I couldn't resist."
"You're one hell of a woman," he grinned. "And you know it, too, you bitch." He stared at her full, round tits. "I bet you could get a man to do anything you damned well pleased with that body of yours." He ran his tongue over his lips in anxious anticipation.
Lydee sighed, her melon-like breasts growing inches as she held her breath for a brief moment. Just about anything, she thought mournfully, except to want me, along with my cunt.
"COME AND GET IT, HONEY."
With a grin, she moved to him and unzipped his pants, undid his belt, and watched as his trousers fell to the floor with a clink of change and keys.
George stood in his underwear, his prick growing restlessly underneath, and looked down. His easy laughter filled the room. "Ever notice how ridiculous a man looks with his pants down around his ankles?"
Lydee laughed with him. "Yeah . . . but there's nothing ridiculous about that hunk of meat of yours, George!"
He stepped out of his pants, pulled off his underwear, and stock before her naked, his cock dramatically swelling as she watched it. It was a huge cock!
Her husband had had the biggest prick she had ever seen. George's was almost as big. But her husband was gone. This was real.
With a little cry, Lydee took his meat in her hands, lovingly caressing it and stroking the skin back so that the red mushroom head bulged out.
Then she sank to her knees in front of him, the big prick still in her hands, and rubbed it all over her naked tits, neck and face. Settling into position, she held it straight out in front of her and let the tip of her tongue slide slowly out and lick the head of his cock. She closed her eyes and tasted the cum-one little drop-that was glistening in the tiny slit.
It tasted so good. Her lips formed a perfect oval and she pushed her head forward, feeling his desire-swollen rod pushing against her lips, feeling him pump his hips slowly forward as his hands tangled his fingers in her hair.
With a rush, her lips gave and she opened her mouth wide and took all the thick, hot cock she could. It filled her mouth and slid easily back into her throat. She fought against choking as she began to gently suck, her lips stroking the tender flesh slowly back and forth.
Above her, she heard him catch his breath and mutter, "WOMAN, YOU'RE ONE HELL OF A CUNT!"
Freeing her hands, Lydee cradled his balls with one hand while the other slowly reached behind him, felt his hard-muscled thigh, and slowly started up until she found his buttocks clenched tightly together. Slowly, with one finger extended, she began boring in, trying to find and touch his anus while she increased the rhythm of intensity of her sucking.
She felt his prick swelling ever bigger in her mouth, forcing her jaw open wider, and her lips clamped around the shaft like two taut rubber bands.
Her finger found his asshole and she heard his groan as she flicked lightly over it. With another deeper groan, he pushed her head away and, lifting her by the armpits, raised her high and threw her on the bed.
"I WANT A TASTE OF YOU!" he growled.
Lydee laughed. "You don't mind eating black pussy, honey?"
George matched her laugh. "Pussy is pussy!"
"GOOD," she said, a glow in her eyes. "TASTE IT!"
With a delighted roar, George fell across her body.
She opened her legs wide to feel his tongue nestle between them. Then she squeezed her thighs shut and felt his wetly throbbing hardness caught in her warm, soft pussy flesh. As he caressed her tits, cupping them gently, she began undulating, moving her thighs and hips, teasing his tortured tongue even more.
OH, YEAH, HONEY, EAT IT! EAT MY HOT, BLACK PUSSY!"
She choked in a fog as he peppered the insides of her thighs with kisses and skipped from one leg to the other, tantalizing her until her whole existence seemed to hang in the balance. The kiss was hardly even sexual at first. When his tongue touched, she was more concerned with the gesture than its erotic nature.
Then he went right to her pussy with his sucking lips. His voice was raspy with lust as she felt his hot breath on her asshole and the gaping lips of her cunt. "BEAUTIFUL, LYDEE, YOUR PUSSY IS BEAUTIFUL! IT'S DRIPPING PUSSY JUICE. JUST LOOK AT IT OOZE OUT OF YOU!"
Tingling throbs of heat ran clear up to her nipples as George squirmed his face into her. His nose mashed into her clit, thrilling her. Then she gasped as his tongue and teeth spread her pulpy cuntlips and his mouth made great slurping noises as he sucked noisily from her cunt.
Thrills of pleasure shot through her whole body as she wiggled her hips, mashing the syrupy lips of her pussy and the knob of her clit harder against him.
"OH, HONEY, SUCK IT . . . SUCK MY PUSSY!"
"Like it?" he groaned, thrusting his tongue as far as it would go up her cunt, and rolling its hard tip back and forth against the walls of her pussy.
"Do you?" she said, some semblance of sanity left as his tongue threatened to drive her clear out of her mind with desire.
"I LOVE YOUR CUNT . . . YOUR SWEET ASSHOLE," he croaked hotly. He nuzzled upward with his tongue until it rimmed the puckered hole.
He rammed his tongue into her rear channel with the same lust and fervor that he had used on her cunt. The sensations were wild. She relaxed her muscles so that her asshole could open wider and wider to accept the hard tip of his hot, probing tongue.
She breathed faster and faster as he extended the kiss, sucking on her asshole, running his tongue all around the inside of it. She stuck her hand down and grabbed his prick, thrilling to the hardness and thickness of it. Finally she moved her head backward, looking at him.
"ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS TOUCH ME, HONEY, AND I GET EXCITED," she panted.
"I'll do a lot more than that before we're through," George smiled.
She waited for him to take the initiative, wanting to be loved, fucked and satisfied beyond her wildest sexual dreams.
His hands traveled up and down the silken smoothness of her long legs until they came to rest on the fringe of her pussy. She spread her legs farther apart as he played with her moistened cunt folds, rubbing them. He found her clit and expertly scratched at the ultra-sensitive little nub of flesh with a fingernail. Excitement raced up and down Lydee's body as she began to move around, unable to keep still.
Then he slipped a middle finger up into her hole and started to finger-fuck her, slowly, teasing her, driving her wild with desire. Her pussy oozed juice, and her hands found her own tits, kneading them, exciting herself even more.
"OH DAMN!" she cried. "WHY DIDN'T WE DISCOVER THIS BEFORE? WE COULD HAVE BEEN DOING THIS ALL ALONG! OH, SHIT, YOU'RE SO GOOD, GEORGE!"
George put the middle finger of his free hand into his mouth, got it wet, then slipped it underneath her. She felt it slowly penetrate up into her asshole as he finger-fucked her faster and faster. She panted and moaned as she started to move her pelvis up and down in response to the two fingers which were buried up in her, separated only by a thin wall of skin.
"OOHHH, YOU REALLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE A WOMAN WANT IT, DON'T YOU?" she panted.
"YOU LIKE THAT?" George smiled. "YOU LIKE SOMETHING UP YOUR ASSHOLE?"
"I TOLD YA," she sighed, "I WANT EVERYTHING!"
He took his fingers out of her cunt and asshole, maneuvering himself on the bed so that he was kneeling between her legs. He grabbed her by the hips and easily lifted her up. She draped her legs over his shoulders as he drew short lines and circles on her inner thighs with the tip of his tongue.
"OHHH, YES, YES . . . LICK ME! LICK ME TILL I CUM!" she moaned.
Then he took his tongue and slowly ran it up and down the length of her slit. Her big tits lolled from side to side on her chest as she squirmed beneath him. Then he suddenly mashed his mouth against her cuntlips, thrusting his tongue as far up into her hole as he could. He held it there and poked and probed around in the gooey canal. His teeth grated against her hairy mound, filling it with deliciously exciting shivers of pain that darted all around inside her.
The pleasure was almost unbearable. Her hips started dancing uncontrollably. She jerked one
time, then moaned aloud and squeezed her legs around his head, wiggling against him. Through half-slit eyes, she looked up. His hips were to her right, above her shoulder. She reached up and lightly touched his tight buttocks, parted his legs, and gently stroked his huge cock.
"OHHH, HONEY, I NEED YOU," she breathed as her fingers lightly traced the fierce length of his prick.
Overtaken by what he was doing to her, Lydee turned to her side. Swept from head to toe with searing passion, she hooked one hand to his knee and shoved his hips, dropping him to the bed. When she was on her side, she lifted her upper leg so he could again press his face to her cunt.
"Your turn," she said hotly as she swept to her knees, drew his legs apart, and leaned over.
Lightly she touched her lips to each thigh, gently kissed his cock, then started at the base of his towering meat and lightly eased her lips along the underside.
"YOU'RE SO BIG," she moaned as her fingers circled him and squeezed. She drew back, stared at the hard pole of male flesh, then leaned over and consumed him with her lips.
She closed her mouth over the throbbing head and began to suck. Slowly the cock went into the 'opening of her lips and she felt her throat swell as the head went all the way into her face until the balls were scraping against her chin. Then it came out again-long, hard, and dripping with her warm saliva.
She cupped his balls. They were heavier this way, hanging down, dangling. They seemed to be bloated with thick cum waiting to be sucked up into her mouth.
"OH, JEEZ, DON'T STOP . . . DON'T EVER STOP SUCKING ME, LOVER! FEED YOUR TONGUE INTO MY PUSSY AND YOUR COCK INTO MY MOUTH!" Lydee moaned.
She wrapped both hands around the stiff shaft and guided the bloated, bulbous head back into her mouth. She moaned and gulped, pausing and stretching her lips around the tremendous girth of his fiery cock. Deeper and deeper she sucked the thick head into her throat.
"OHHH, YEAH!" George crooned, his voice muffled by the cunt that pounded his own face. "SUCK IT, TAKE IT . . . TAKE IT ALL . . . TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH OF IT!" he mumbled, driving his hips down, pushing his meat deeper and deeper into her eager throat.
Gurgling, working saliva over the heated knob, she sucked. Then, releasing the throbbing shaft with her hands, she moved them around and savagely gripped his muscular ass cheeks.
George sensed her action and drove downward again with his hips as she pulled. His delicate male meat, all of it, right down to his balls and pubic hair, sailed into her throat.
Directly in front of her eyes she could see his asshole. Impulsively, her fingers inched toward the crack. His hips jerked convulsively and his cock throbbed wildly as her index finger slithered into the hole.
"OHHH, SUCK MY PUSSY . . . SUCK IT!" she gurgled to him. Her mind screamed as she lifted her ass high off the bed, seeking his mouth, his tongue ever deeper inside her. Noisily she sucked his stiff prick and waited for the first signs of climax.
With two fingers of each hand, George spread the swollen halves of her cunt. She felt his hot breath. Her heart seemed to stop. Her belly grew taut. Forcing yet a second finger deep in his rectum, she wrapped her thighs around his head and sought his tongue with her clitoris.
George seemed to enjoy making her squirm. He waited until she was half out of her mind with longing, with frenzied lust. Then, shafting his dick slowly in and out of her face, he dipped down into the gap between her quivering thighs. His tongue lashed out, taunting her clit, working its shivery wonder on the sensitive bud. His fingers slipped down into the pinched crack of her ass, searching for the rear hole. Slurping, matching the noises she made, he drew his tongue quickly back and forth across both hot, hairy slits.
Moaning, unable to think, to breathe, Lydee worked her ass, making her asshole suck as her mouth was sucking.
She thrashed even harder as she felt one of his fingers find the entrance to her ass and bore inside. She clamped her teeth on the base of his cock as she fucked her ass over his finger and her cunt against his face.
He wiggled, telling her with his hips, his movement, that it was time that she should release the hold her teeth had and allow him to pump into her.
"OH, SHIT ... I'M GONNA CUM ... I'M CUMMIN' . . . YOU WANT IT IN YOUR MOUTH, BABY?" he gasped.
"YES, YES! DO IT!" she cried. She cupped the fat, hairy sacs at her chin. Frantically, she fucked her finger in and out of his asshole and worked her own ass on the finger drilling there.
She watched his slick shaft slip out of her face, and grind back. Again she watched it withdraw, pulling back until only the head was imbedded, and lunging. He was cumming. She could feel it inching up from the wrinkled sacs in the palm of her hand, growing stronger, forming a knot at the root of the meat in her face.
George gurgled something unintelligible, then suddenly threw his legs back. His weight came down on her. Alternately blowing into and sucking air from her cunt, he ground his giant cock fervently into her mouth.
She gulped the first glob of cum. Now she clamped her hips tight again, holding him trapped, working her throat muscles, coaxing the juice from his rod. She was being smothered, choked on the outside by his weight, and by the cum within her throat. But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except the thick male juice pouring into her mouth, coating her throat all the way down to her belly in streams of thick, hot cum.
Then her own climax struck.
She threw her hips wide, twisting, rolling her lower body frantically from side to side. "DON'T STOP!" she cried as the dick in her mouth stopped creaming. He pumped faster, jerking his meat in and out in spite of her teeth, trying to raise another load, to please her. But his cock seemed to be momentarily fucked out. It began to grow limp, to hang from her mouth.
She sucked with all her might. Working her middle finger high in his rectum, gyrating her ass, her pussy, she greedily drank the hot spunk as electric shocks raced up her spine. But her pussy wanted more. More than a tongue. There was no way to still the need in her belly except by cock ... his cock.
"FUCK ME, HONEY! YOUR DICK IS STILL HARD ENOUGH . . . FUCK ME WITH IT!"
George slipped his prick from her lips with a soft, plopping sound. Cum oozed down her chin.
"LIFT YOUR KNEES," he directed, steering the purple head to her slit.
Lydee knew what he wanted, knew exactly how to best please him, and herself. Making tiny noises in her throat, she raised her legs, dropped her knees wide, and took the slippery length of his stiff cock up her pussy. She felt his weight come down on her belly. Her arms encircled his shoulders. She offered her cum-sticky lips, and began a slow, taunting, rhythmic fuck motion that would bring them both to orgasm once more.
"Like this?" she whispered, teasing, working her cunt muscles, her thighs.
"YES, YES!"
"THEN FUCK ME, HONEY! KISS ME AND FUCK ME!"
She exulted in the feeling of having his cock caught in her slippery cunt, and she pumped her hips and shimmied her thighs as she heard his breathing coming heavy and hard. He slipped one arm under her waist and pulled her tight toward him, curving her back and forcing her tits to jut out even farther. Then she felt his other hand creeping down her spine, then forcing, wedging down in between her firm, full buttocks and the bed.
His middle finger felt the soft, smooth crevice up between her ass cheeks and slid downward.
With a moan, Lydee let her thighs relax and slowly spread her legs wide. She wanted him, she wanted his cock slamming inside of her. She spread her legs as wide as they would go and bent her knees, feeling a trickle of juice from her pussy seeping down between the bunched cheeks of her ass. She felt it, warm and exciting, flowing over her tightly puckered asshole.
"FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!" she shouted.
"FILL MY HOLES . . . BOTH OF 'EM!"
A scream of pure lust exploded from her throat as she felt his finger slide up and press into her anal entrance. She squirmed her buttocks and bent her knees even more, pulling them back so that her cunt and asshole were exposed as much as possible.
Good Lord, he's good! she thought. The best she'd had since her husband had left. Damn, why did the Winstons have to move away just when she had gotten up the nerve to fuck him?
Damn! Damn! Damn! God, she thought, I want to be fucked by this man until I'm blind!
She closed her eyes and crooned and wished that her husband would walk through that door right now and see her getting fucked.
That was the ultimate; to be fucked and knew that he was getting hot watching her! Then the bastard would beg for Lydee to take him back . . . and she would tell him to go to hell!
"OHHHH, HONEY," she purred, "FUCK ME, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME . . . FUCK ME ALL NIGHT!" \ George responded by putting the head of his cock against her cunt and rubbing it up and down, tossing her clitoris around in a maddening way. She began pumping her hips, eager to get that huge, lust-engorged prick back inside her, hoping it would fill her and fuck her all night.
"That makes two of us, Lydee baby," George whispered back. He pushed his hips down and forward and the huge head of his dick easily spread the lips of her pussy. She was ready and willing and begging. She felt her breath leaving her body exactly as if she were falling, and made a breathy sound as she felt his huge cock sliding and swelling inside her hotly palpitating cunt.
It filled her hole and still it slid in, its passage made easy by her juice and desire to be fucked.
The giant meat seemed like it could go no farther and still it came, making her feel giddy and hot. No cock in the world could be that long! Still it came, bludgeoning at last against her cervix and bringing a spasm of momentary pain that delighted and excited her and made her flare her nostrils.
"OHHH, GEORGE HONEY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME WITH ALL YOU'VE GOT!"
George began sawing his thick, long tool in and out. Lydee closed her eyes and screamed with wild abandon and delight.
She started cumming the second that the last inch of his prick filled her hole. And she didn't stop. And she wouldn't let him stop.
"AAAGGHHH, SLOW DOWN!" he gasped. "WHEN YOU MOVE THAT FAST ... I CAN'T ... I CAN'T ..."
He came, exploding his wad against her battered cervix. Still she wouldn't let him back off. When he tried, she curled her legs around him and tugged on his ass until he started pumping again.
"FUCK ME, YOU ASSHOLE! FUCK ME, YOU PRICK!" she shrieked. "SHIT, I'VE JUST STARTED, WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG WITH YOU?"
He fucked, sluicing in and out of her clasping hole. She was a hell cat and he loved it. His cock rose and he became steady once more.
He fucked her with the precision of a master, gradually building the tempo, getting her hips and torso moving in rhythm to his, taking her along on a ride, building her to where she was wailing constantly while her fingernails clawed at his back and her body undulated and rippled with sensuous abandon.
Timing his move to just the right second, George sank his thick cock all the way home as Lydee threw her head back and moaned wildly and thrust her hips up to take it all. The thick shaft of his cock had spread her cunt wide and she used all her strength to contract her cuntal lips around the glistening wet shaft. They trembled in place, each of them using all their strength to hold the pose.
Then, with a quick movement, he plunged his middle finger home into the tightly clenched walls of her rectum. Lydee's mouth fell open and a long, throaty cry erupted from her lips. "AAGGHH!"
And then, his fingers moving and squirming deep up in her tight asshole, he began fucking her savagely, his balls slapping against her exposed buttocks as he lifted her off the bed and slammed her down deep into the mattress and her natural resilience forced her up again to meet his cock ramming deep into her.
Her mouth flew open and her head thrashed wildly back and forth as her eyes rolled white in her head and she felt her body tensing, arching up as the orgasm came and twisted her body convulsively like a stick thrown into a roaring fire.
I ... I ... I'M CUMMMINNNNNNGG!" she screamed with wild delight as she felt every nerve in her body tingle and her flesh turn to rubber as her cunt jerked and twitched around the great hunk of male meat.
She came and kept cumming as he fucked her harder, hurting her now with his savage, lustful strength.
And still Lydee kept gushing, again and again, as he seemed inexhaustible. He fucked her until she felt his cock growing even bigger, swelling, torturing the wet, flaming walls of her cunt, and the pain increased her orgasm, sending it off in a burst of cum. She moaned and saliva caught and rattled in her throat as his prick kept swelling until she was sure it would explode inside of her.
And it did, with George giving out a low bellow. It seemed to burst and shoot streams of hot, thick jissum inside her, filling her up, engulfing her and seeping out of her hole around the hotly clenching meat of her cuntlips.
One final, wild lunge by George deep inside of her and one final spurt of hot cum, and he collapsed moaning and rolled off her onto his back.
But she wasn't going to let him off. She wouldn't let him off that easily. And her body did indeed still cry out for more, more, more ... as it always did.
She rolled over and kissed him, then let her tongue slide down over his face, his neck, chest and stomach. She licked his body all down to where she buried her face in his tangled pubic hair. She was on her knees now, her hand holding his still-erect prick. She could feel his hands caressing her buttocks and she spread her knees so his finger could play with her cunt.
Opening her eyes, she saw his cock in front of her. She licked the cum, his and hers, off the tip, and then put it in her mouth and sucked, her tongue swirling wildly around the fiery head.
"Shit, baby, let's rest . . . just a minute," George panted.
"NO ... NO, DAMMIT! NOT 'TIL WE'RE DONE, NOT 'TIL THERE'S NO FIRE LEFT TO PUT OUT!"
"OOOHHHH," he groaned, but lifted his hips, sending his cock back into her head.
Lydee wanted more. Despite her totally fulfilled feeling, the thrill of having his cock in her again came surging up. She wanted, him to fuck her again, and she sucked with all her might, using every trick she could think of to make his prick grow hard, rock-hard, again.
She manipulated his foreskin with her tongue and lips, making it slide back and forth on the head. She felt it grow as his hands grew more excited and his fingers began sawing in and out of her cunt hole. She wiggled her cheeks and sucked as she felt the cock growing, swelling in her mouth, and felt his hips beginning to pump.
The tempo increased and, as her head bobbed up and down, she took as much of his thick shaft as she could in her mouth, fighting the impulse to gag. She sucked harder and faster as his hips wildly-pumped. Soon it was hard for her to tell if she were sucking him or he was fucking her in the mouth.
She felt his massive hardness swell, felt the head and shaft pulsating wildly, and she knew he was going to cum again. He was going to cum in her mouth. She heard him moan with delight and thrilled at the way his strong hips pumped up and down, in and out of her head. She felt his hands circling her hips, pulling her over him. She lifted one leg and lay flat on top of him, her shapely thighs split wide and her cunt right in front of his face.
His hands cupped her buttocks and pulled her loins down. Then she felt his tongue licking maddeningly at her cunt, burying itself deep inside of her and then darting out to lick at her tiny, rigid clitoris.
"NOW, HONEY . . . NOW!" Lydee cried, spitting his prick out of her mouth and flipping her body around until she was on her hands and knees before him. "MY ASS! RAM YOUR DICK UP MY ASS!"
Insane with the need to finish this wild session, George got to his knees behind her. He rammed forward. Her asshole parted like hot butter and he felt his balls slap her clit below as he sank to the hilt in her butt.
"YES! YESSSSSS! I LOVE IT, OH, I LOVE IT! FUCK MY ASS!"
Her asshole had taken him easily. But she was tight, and George knew it would only take a few strokes before he would cum. Silently, he hoped that she would get another cum, so it would be over and he could leave.
"FASTER, YOU PRICK, FASTER! OHHHH, I'M CUMMMINNNNNG!"
Thank God, George thought, and banged her butt with even more fury.
The two of them crouched with their hips pumping wildly as they fucked and clung together, undulating and writhing with sensuous abandon. George felt his body tensing, his cock swelling bigger, forcing her asshole open wide as he came, pumping hot cum into her bowels.
Her tits bulged and the cords of her neck stood out as she took the hot, pungent liquid, her body twisting with delight as he darted his prick in and out of her ass as she came for what seemed like an hour.
"You're gonna stay and fuck me all weekend, aren't ya, George?"
"Yeah," he panted from behind and above her, "if I can handle it."
"Oh, you can handle it, lover," Lydee cackled. "My black pussy loves your big white dick!"
And, she thought, please don't let Retha change her mind and come home early to find her mother like this.
Please, let Retha stay at her girlfriend's all weekend!