Chapter 7
Retha had barely arrived and settled into her room when everyone in the house was already planning how to fuck her.
George and Leona agreed that it would be better for Leona to be first with the girl and to feel her out about their idea for threesome sex. They would wait a day or so, until the beautiful black girl got more used to the family.
Their twenty-two-year-old, Chris, had the same idea. He planned on slipping into Retha's room the second night of her visit and, while she was still asleep, start eating her and getting her too hot to refuse him a fuck.
Kent, the nineteen-year-old, wasn't about to wait even that long. He had loved Retha and wanted her pussy too long.
On the evening of the girl's very first day in the Winston house, Kent waited until everyone was in bed and the house was quiet. Then he slipped from his own room and sneaked down the hall to Retha's.
Little did Kent know that Retha was actually waiting for him. Well, not for him exactly, but for a cock. As much as she had grown to hate Skip, she still needed and missed his huge, wonderful cock.
That first night, at dinner with the Winstons, she had sat at the table and thought about seducing one of the two boys, to take the edge off her sexual craving. She had even thought about fucking George Winston himself.
She couldn't wait to get alone in her room, after dinner, and work on her pussy.
Upstairs later that evening, Retha stripped the blouse and skirt from her body. She mumbled, talking to herself.
When she was stripped to her bra and panties, she leaned against a bedpost. Her body was shaking, and even though the temperature in the room was warm, goose bumps popped out on her flesh.
Her shoulders shook and she saw the tops of her tits quiver and bounce above her bra.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "what will I do in Houston without a cock?"
She moved one hand and slid it down over her belly and under the elastic band of her panties. She touched the wiry, matted curls of her black pubic hair and let two fingers continue their path downward.
"Oh, I'm soaked!"
And she was. The excitement of just being around cock had started her juices flowing like a fountain. The crotch of her panties was wet to the dripping point and some of the sticky substance had dripped down to her thighs.
Without realizing it, two of her fingers had slipped up into her cunt. She smiled. That might help. She turned her body around and sat on the bed. Leaning against the post, she hiked her legs up and put both hands inside her panties. She pulled the lips of her cunt wide while she inserted first one, then two, then three fingers of her other hand far up her hole.
Her pussy was warm, and wet, and sticky.
And, oh God, how good her three trembling fingers felt, surging up the hungry cavity. She leaned back and closed her eyes. She bit her lower lip.
She bit down hard and immediately tasted blood.
"CUM . . . CUM . . . CUM!" she chanted.
She spread her knees even wider. A feeling of intense fire swirled through her cunt. She balled her fist and shoved it far up her slit. She mashed her clitoris and rubbed, gently at first, then with ever increasing pressure.
"BURN ... BURN IT UP, NOW," she groaned. ; CUM . . . CUM . . . NOW!"
The bed came alive as she fucked her fingers hungrily up into the moistness of her hole. She withdrew them only to drive them in again, even harder and farther.
She thrust against her hand, screwing it deeper into her pussy. She thought of Skip's cock. She knew the feel of it, the size of it, the power of his prick.
Her hand became that cock. She could feel, almost see its huge, thickly-glistening shaft ramming its way into her clasping cunt. It sank through the ebony pubic hair and hammered its way into her cock hungry pussy.
Her hand became that cock as her gasps became those of a fucked woman. She was suddenly grinding her ass up beneath his racing body, surging her own sweating thighs toward his in search of a climax. Now he was a wild man, totally in her power, pumping his cum-filled prick into her hot cuntal channel.
"Oh, God ... oh, my God!" she moaned.
Her fingers weren't enough as her thoughts centered on the massive male meat she had fucked so often.
But now she only had her fingers.
In desperation she reached beneath her fleshy ass cheeks and searched in the wet crevice between them. She found the target and wormed, a finger deep into the tiny puckered opening of her asshole.
"YES ... OH THERE . . . THERE!" she gasped aloud, as the pain lanced through her prickly flesh. She paused for a second, then again took up the rhythm.
Her huge tits worked their way out of her bra. Her nipples, darkly brown and gorged with blood, danced before her eyes.
Her face went hot as she felt her climax approaching. It filled her body and rushed through her mind with a great wave. She hung for a moment, gasping for air, as her body vibrated and teetered on the edge of release.
And then the clear, white hot juices from her cunt gushed warmly around her fingers. They covered her hand and ran down between her smoothly-tensed buttocks. She could feel the sweet wetness and reveled in it.
Her body quivered, her buttocks remained in the air, swaying. She couldn't bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her clenching cuntal walls until the last, dying throbs of her delicious cum had quelled in her body.
And that's the way young Kent Winston found her when he moved stealthily into the dimly lit bedroom, already tugging at the tie of his robe and feeling the blood surge into his youthful cock.
Retha saw him standing at the foot of the bed, naked, his long, white, hard dick standing out from his groin like a spear, pointing to her soaked pussy.
There was no need for words. They spoke with their eyes and their bodies. He had what Retha needed, and she had what Kent wanted.
The beautiful black girl pulled her dripping fingers from her pussy, spread her legs, and lifted her feet high and wide in the air.
"I want to," Kent gasped.
"I know," Retha nodded between her huge tits. "And I want you, too."
Her tits were dark and pendulously full, barely encased in the black bra. Kent drank her in and stroked his cock with one hand while he balanced himself against the bed with the other.
Retha's legs were long and shapely, well-formed and muscular, tapering from trim ankles to dimpled knees, up to full, rounded thighs. The cheeks of her ass were also full and somewhat underslung where they stood out tautly in the tight material of her panties.
Suddenly his mouth watered and his cock grew harder.
"Well?" she asked in a low, gravelly voice: "Jeez . . . you're so beautiful," the boy gasped.
"So are you, baby," Retha sighed, her eyes directly on his cock.
The sight was incredibly beautiful to Kent. In the back, her butt cheeks spread, stretching the silky material of her panties even tighter over her body's fullness. In the front her smooth, flat belly seemed to come to an abrupt end where the bush of her cunt hair protruded in a ball. Between her legs the even strip of white material adhered to her body, clearly outlining the pulpy bulge of her cunt lips. Thick black hair curled out from the sides "of the white strip, its contrast so clear that he wanted to move close and fuck her that very instant. He yearned to rip the panties aside in order to taste the nectar he knew he would find there.
"I ... I want to eat you first," he gasped. " "THEN DO IT, BABY!!" Retha moaned. "HURRY! DO IT!" As the young boy moved to her, she began to direct him, softly and lovingly. "Nice and slow and right on my clit, baby, from side to side. I'll tell you when to press harder with your tongue and when to go faster!"
He nursed on both her tits, letting her pull them from his mouth every once in a while so she could hear the popping, sucking sounds. Those sounds turned her on. The look on her face was like nothing Kent had ever seen. Finally she made him lick his way very slowly down over her belly to her cunt. She kept playing with his prick with her foot to keep it excited and make him tongue her more hungrily.
Then her panties were off and his face was buried in the hot, wet musk of her juice-seeping, black cunt.
"OHHHH, BABY," she rasped, "FASTER NOW . . . AND A LITTLE HARDER . . . YES, GOOD, MMM. OHHHH, LOVE, I LOVE TO HAVE YOUR FACE BETWEEN MY LEGS! THAT FACE IS HUNGRY FOR PUSSY, ISN'T IT? GOD, IS IT EVER! LICK, LOVER, LICK, LICK, LICK, LICK UNTIL I TELL YOU TO STOP! MMMM, YOUR FACE IS RIGHT ON MY PUSSY NOW, ISN'T IT? EAT ME UP, DARLING, EAT ME UP! MAKE MY PUSSY FEEL GOOD! KEEP LICKING!"
Young Kent was close to apoplexy. He knew he'd have to get his cock in her pussy pretty soon or his balls would explode.
But Retha just kept chanting about his cock, her cunt, and fucking in general as she made him continue to suck her pussy.
It was one of the weirdest experiences Kent had ever been through in his young life, but he was thoroughly enjoying it. The idea of a girl craving sex to the point of desperation turned him on all the more.
He knew if he didn't get up inside her belly and start fucking, he'd go crazy. But she had a way of slowing him down with her hand and arching her pussy into his face that blanked all other thoughts from his mind.
Then, suddenly, her beautiful body went rigid and she clasped both her hands behind his head, mashing her cunt as hard as she could into his face. The young boy gasped and gurgled as he felt the hot, steaming juice from her cunt spew down his sucking throat.
"OHHHH, BABY, YESSSSS! THAT'S THE WAY TO SUCK A PUSSY!" Retha gasped, feeling the electrical charges of her climax race through her body.
Young Kent knew his cock was going to explode if he didn't get it inside her hole soon. He raised his cum-covered face from her crotch and looked imploringly into her glazed eyes. "Can . . . can we fuck now?" he whispered.
"YES, BABY, YES ... WE FUCK NOW," she breathed. "THIS TIME I'LL FINISH YOU!"
Strange, flashing things were moving before his eyes. He moved over her lush body, spread her legs and began easing his painfully swollen prick into her cunt.
"EASY, EASY," she said, and reached down and gripped his hard-on to slow its entrance.
"Oh, Jeez, does your pussy ever feel good!" It was wet and hot and juicy. He pushed hard, biting her neck, but her palm was against his bone, holding him back.
"Feel good, lover?" she asked. "Do you really want to fuck me bad, baby? Huh? Do you really have to be inside my warm pussy and fuck me? Do you, huh? Tell me how much you want to fuck me, baby. Tell me!"
"YES, DAMMIT, YES!" The boy whimpered.
"THEN TAKE IT," Retha said, and relaxed.
His cock slid ball deep into her buttery cunt.
Her cunt fairly gushed juice onto his ready shaft. Kent drew back slightly, paused, then lunged forward. The sheer hardness of his prick brought a twinge of pain to her belly.
But she paid no attention to it and arched her ass off the bed to meet his thrust. "FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME!" she chanted. "FILL ME UP, GIVE ME COCK!"
She moaned in ecstasy, wriggling her ass back and forth over the thick male meat impaling her to the very core of her being. She was where she wanted to be-in bed, getting cock, getting fucked!
The thick meat sent out wave after delicious throbbing wave of delightful sensation. She squirmed her naked lips encouragingly.
Kent took the cue and began sliding his big cock out of her clasping sheath, slowly, patiently. She closed her eyes to this erotic sensation, and laced her fingers around his neck. When his prick was almost totally free of her cunt, he paused and looked down at her.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I'm wonderful," she cooed. "And so are you. Fuck me."
With that, he entered her cunthole again, this time with increased force. Again he withdrew, and again he thrust it back into her seething pussy to a newer depth.
With his next plunge, he imbedded his hard tool to the balls in her willing, eager hole. She groaned, cried out in desire, and writhed her hips against his. All thoughts of anything but her cunt vanished, leaving only fiery passion. Her fingers dug into his taut ass cheeks and pulled his hips down on hers, hard.
For a brief moment he rested on top of her, letting her get used to the feel of his throbbing cock inside her. She felt wonderfully stuffed. She wriggled her hips and delighted to the feel of his balls on her ass cheeks, to the scratch of their meshed pubic hairs.
Then once again he was sliding back in her channel. As it closed around his retreating shaft, her sheath released a copious amount of fluid to prepare for the next plunge.
It came, slippery and smooth. Then came another, and another.
A rhythm, unconscious and intuitive, developed between them. As the cadence of their heaving bodies united, so did their cries and groans and pants of ever-increasing delight.
"OH, WHAT A FUCK YOU ARE, RETHA," Kent groaned. "WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FUCK!"
"IT'S YOUR COCK, BABY . . . IT'S YOUR BEAUTIFUL MEAT," she cooed. "GIVE IT TO ME . . . ALL OF IT EVERY TIME!"
A strange fury gripped them, a savage mindlessness knowing only one goal: cumming.
Faster and faster their hips worked. Retha, moaning and sobbing against his shoulder, arched her back and slammed upward against him, completely sheathing his rigid meat. The wiry hair around her slit was like a mat. It tickled his shaft all the way in, and did the same to his balls.
"OH," he moaned, feeling the cushiony softness of her pubic hair against his pelvis, "YOU ARE SO GOOD."
"So are you," she said, her voice full of awe and amazement. Her ass bounced up wildly, claiming everything he could give her.
Her inner cunt was like slick velvet as she twisted, rotated and gyrated, gleefully working little muscles deep inside, clutching and releasing his throbbing cock as he drove at her steadily. Her head sank back and her thick, black hair covered the pillow as she let out a shrill cry of ecstasy. Her hips shot up to meet his hammering prick.
She convulsed again and again, tightening and loosening her viselike grip on his pulsing prick, grabbing at his cock and pulling his flooding lust into her quaking cunt.
"BEND ME UP! I WANT TO WATCH IT GO INSIDE ME! I WANT TO SEE ALL THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK SLIDE INTO ME AND KNOW I'M TAKING IT!"
Reaching under her smooth, soft buttocks, Kent lifted her until she could bend no more. He was almost standing, his prick aimed at her slick pussy. She reached up and guided him to her cunt until the tip disappeared.
NOW, BABY, NOW! ALL OF IT, GIVE ME ALL OF IT! POUND IT HOME. SCREW ME!
SCREW ME GOOD! FUCK ME!"
He thrust hard, sending his hard cock deep inside her. She responded by grinding her hips against his. He felt her soft ass cheeks pounding against his thighs.
She rose to meet his kiss. She captured his tongue, sucking it deep into her mouth, and locked her legs harder around his body. She felt the fluttering movement of his cock inside her, deep inside her, and she increased her fuck thrusts to match his.
Kent was careful to vary his movements just enough to keep her at the peak of desire. Each time he would change his pace or motion, the girl would show her approval by arching her back and thrusting herself even harder against him.
He used his cock like a probe, seeking out angles and positions that most excited her. Her short explosive gasps told him exactly when he had found each of her desires.
He glanced down to see her face contorted in thrilling passion. Her mammoth tits rolled and bobbed in time with the movement of her body. He responded to the satin pressure he felt from the velvety lips of her wet slit, and urged her even further toward relief.
He withdrew his slick cock slightly and waited until she begged him to resume the steady, hard pounding thrusts he had used when they had begun.
Suddenly she cried out, her body flexing in anguished passion as her clenched fists beat a steady tattoo on his back and shoulders. With a last savage thrust from him, their bodies froze in an arc of flesh as their first mutual release rocked through their bodies.
They shuddered against each other and quivered before their bodies fell back onto the bed. The girl's convulsions lasted longer than his, and to aid her, Kent stayed within the silken walls of her cunt, maintaining the pressure she needed for total release.
"Retha . . . ?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Was I good?"
"You were wonderful . . . and thank you, Kent. You don't know how much I needed your cock."
"Can I come back and fuck you some more tomorrow night?"
She hesitated. "I ... I don't know. I feel a little guilty. I'll tell you what ... if I decide it's all right tomorrow night, I'll come down to your room. All right?" "All right."
Retha slept until noon the following day. She and Kent had fucked until nearly dawn, and it turned out to be the best night's sleep she'd had in a week.
She probably wouldn't have awakened at all if she hadn't heard the clock in the hall striking twelve and felt the soft hand on her naked hip.
She sat bolt upright in bed, then relaxed when she saw that it was Mrs. Winston.
"Good morning, dear. How did you sleep?"
"Fine. Wonderful!" Retha replied, suddenly realizing that she was naked. She reached for the sheet, then stopped when it dawned on her that Leona Winston was also naked.
The woman, considering her age and the fact that she had borne two children, had a fantastic body. Remembering the lovemaking she'd enjoyed with Betsy and other girls in Skip's films sent chills up Retha's spine.
"Are you cold, dear?"
"No. No, I was just thinking of something, Mrs. Winston," Retha replied.
"Call me Leona, darling," the older woman said, smiling as if she had read the black girl's thoughts. "I just wanted to tell you how welcome you are here . . . and how much we are all going to enjoy having you in the house."
I wonder, Retha thought, if she would say that if she knew that I fucked her son's brains out last night!
"You know, Retha, we're all alone this morning. George is at work, and the boys won't be home until three."
"Oh?" Retha shivered as Leona's body slid closer to hers in the bed. Could this be happening? she asked herself. First the son last night, and now the mother this morning! "Well, I suppose I'd better shower and greet the day."
Retha started to lurch from the bed and suddenly growled with pain.
"What's the matter, dear?"
"Oh . . . nothing," Retha replied.
But it was something. She and Kent had fucked in so many crazy positions the night before that she must have thrown something out in her back.
"Here, dear, let me work on it for you," Leona offered.
And before the young black girl could protest, she was on her belly, on the bed, with Leona hovering over her.
Starting at the lovely naked shoulders and slowly working down to the hollow of the smooth back, Leona massaged and rubbed with rare skill. So lovely and tingly did she make Retha feel that the girl made no protest when the hands moved far enough down to massage over the twin mounds of her ass cheeks. With hands which trembled in her eager anticipation, the woman parted the lovely brown cheeks and rubbed a finger along the groove, making the small crinkled anus twitch and move spasmodically, and making the girl instinctively close her thighs up tighter together.
At the third up-and-down movement of her finger, Leona allowed its tip to just touch the end of the girl's cunt slit-a shivering convulsion racing through the slender, naked torso.
Then the woman lowered her face near Retha's ear and in a low voice said, "I know about the movies, Retha. Were they always with just boys?"
"No," the girl blurted, her body already a mass of lust from the woman's hands. "Not always."
"Oh? You have a lovely skin, so smooth and soft, my dear. Do you like me running my hands over you . . . does it make you feel funny, you know, sort of excited?"
She was moving her hands over Retha's ass and the tops of her thighs.
A deep sigh came from the girl. "Oh, yes, yes, I like you touching me, Leona," she said, her voice slow and slightly ashamed.
"And how about just there, do you like being touched . . . here?" Her middle finger slid over the palpitating slit of the younger girl.
"Aaahhhhmmm . . . that makes me feel funny! You seem to make it so much more exciting that when I touch myself there!" Retha gasped.
Leona laughed. "Turn over, dear. That's right, lie on your back, I can tell you have a lot to learn, and I'm going to teach you!"
At that point Retha knew she was going to give in to the other woman's desires . . . and her own. She felt the soft muff of Leona's cunt caress her thigh as the older woman turned her over and lay down beside her.
"You love it, don't you, Retha?" Leona whispered in her ear. "I can tell. You're like me. You love sex, of all kinds."
"YES . . . YES, DAMMIT," Retha gagged while Leona's soft pubic hair tickled her outer thighs and an expert hand caressed her tits, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Leona's kiss was gentle, insistently probing, but never rough and demanding. She worked her free hand under Retha's buttocks until she could probe up and down at will in the smooth valley between her ass cheeks.
Retha was aroused immediately. She never entertained even the first thought of pushing Leona away. Stimulation and satisfaction were what she wanted, and Leona could obviously give it to her.
She loosened the muscles of her asshole, allowing the woman's fingers to probe her anus unencumbered. The nails lightly flicked across the tender outer skin, barely disturbing the hairs, tickling them just enough to cause jolts of passion to surge into Retha's gaping, soaking pussy.
"Have you ever had a tongue in you, darling? Have you ever been properly eaten?"
"Yes."
"And you liked it, didn't you?" "Yes," Retha croaked.
"My husband doesn't know it," Leona said, "but I was with a lot of girls before I married him. I love George a lot, but I've often thought of eating a pussy while he was fucking me. Have you ever done that, Retha?"
"Yes."
Oh, shit, Leona thought, wait until I tell George! This is going to be easier than I thought! She started moving the heat in her tongue and lips all over the bulging mounds of Retha's huge tits.
The skin of the girl's whole body rippled as she saw her breasts start to glisten with Leona's saliva. Then the woman's mouth moved downward across her stomach and between her thighs, leaving a trail of warmth that hadn't missed even the slightest area of skin.
Retha groaned aloud as she felt the glued-up lips of her pussy being skillfully pried apart. The hot, hardened tip of Leona's tongue darted to caress and love the juice-soaked, tender skin above and around her clitoris. On and on Leona's tongue worked, with systematic, skillful precision around the erect bud, without actually touching it.
Two fingers slipped into her cunt and massaged the slick inner walls. When they were removed, her tongue took their place. To Retha it felt like a giant scooping spoon as it entered along the floor of her pussy and coursed upward until it tickled the fleshy knob of her womb.
Her hips started a demanding, rhythmic gyration, as Leona's tongue foraged in and out of her hole like a miniature cock. A cock with ultimate mobility that seemed to touch and excite everything inside her at the same time. The two well-lubricated fingers entered her asshole easily and performed there as well as they had in her "larger opening.
As her tongue continued its spastic application, Leona flattened the skin of her upper lip over her teeth to form a flat, hard surface to grind against the girl's clitoris. The hardened bud was in such a state of excitement that it was impervious now to direct contact. It wanted it.
And so did its mistress, whose eyes had rolled back into her head as the head itself thrashed in the ultimate throes of passionate release, back and forth on the tear-and-perspiration-stained pillows.
"OH, YES, YES, YES," Retha groaned, clutching Leona's hair and pulling her face into the cavity between her legs. Urgently, she thrust her cunt upward with her hips, telling the woman with her body language that she wanted her to take more, more, all of her cunt.
Retha's thighs were splayed as wide as they could go as she tried to will her cuntlips to expand to their fullest and actually envelope Leona's entire face.
It wasn't just a cum. It was the searing heat of a blast furnace that soared through every inner pore of her pussy. Her legs flew out and up, stiff as ramrods, as Leona inserted two more fingers in her asshole and her tongue continued to scoop with adoring relish at the juices in her cunt.
It wasn't momentary. It went on and on, as the older woman held her on that highest peak of total satisfaction with her lip playing over her clitoris like strumming fingers on a guitar.
When the orgasm had barely subsided, Leona struggled up and over Retha's body until their legs became two crisscrossed branches with their cunts at the apex.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, my little darling," Leona breathed.
Retha felt her clitoris engaged with her own. Below them, the lips of the two pussies seemed to clasp in a wet suction all their own. Their bodies moved in unison, riding each other's wealth of lust and passion.
Retha came again. She had never felt so overcome. Leona came and still she went on to even greater heights. She took Retha's monumental breasts in her hands, placed one in her own mouth, and urged Retha to take the other.
As Leona's hot mouth closed over the ripe nipple of her right tit, Retha sucked at her own left tit.
The pleasure was exquisite as they both sucked and exploded together in shattering orgasms that left them weak and floundering in the sweet, heady musk of perspiration and pussy juice that bathed both their bodies.
"That's just the beginning, darling," Leona cooed, pushing the girl's dark, beautiful face down to her own cunt. "Now bring me off with your tongue!"