Chapter 9
THELMA WORKED FOR OVER AN HOUR CLEANING the apartment she sometimes shared with her stepfather and stepbrother. She often said that she'd never return to the place, meaning it at the time, but she seldom let more than three or four days pass without going back to do what she considered a kind of duty.
Rudy Washington had married Thelma's mother when Thelma was ten. She'd never known her own father. Or his name. He'd died before she was born, her mother had said-and before there'd been a chance for a wedding. Thelma didn't really care that she was a bastard; nor that she'd gone by her mother's last name before her stepfather had insisted that she use his. Thelma liked to think that she was the result of a beautiful passion shared between her very dark mother and a light-skinned gentleman who'd had enough sense not to get tied down to one steady piece of tail.
Thelma's mother had been hot stuff. Thelma had done a lot of peeking before and after Rudy had moved in with his twelve-year-old son. There had been a marriage, her mother's only one, and Junior was just as black as his father. Thelma and Junior had started screwing right away. And had branched out into the more fancy erotic activities very quickly.
When Thelma was thirteen her mother got drunk, tumbled down a flight and broke her neck. Thelma had been very unhappy, but like most youngsters she'd recovered from her grief within a few days. She took her mother's place around the apartment, cooking and cleaning, and since she was already sharing sexual pleasures with the son it was very easy for her to drift into doing the same thing with the father.
There were two bedrooms. Thelma had one and Junior slept on the couch in the living room. One night Thelma waited until Junior had gotten his and had gone back to the couch, then went to her stepfather's bedroom. She knew that he had to be lonely and in great need of what she had to offer.
She'd also seen him naked, and using his big black snake on her mother, so she'd also been thinking of the pleasures possible for her. Rudy, as she'd thought of him in her mind after that, hadn't said a word when she'd crawled into bed with him. In fact he'd even made a rather feeble attempt to push her away.
But she'd grabbed his big stiff black snake with one hand and pulled one of his hands to her hot little pussy with her other hand. Not that her cunt had been all that little. It had been stretched by Junior and several other boys with sizable pricks and since-she was already well on her way to womanhood there wasn't much of a problem.
She'd learned how easy it was to adjust to the various sizes of cocks for the first time, really, and after taking care of the little chore she'd always done for Junior she got Rudy up again with her mouth. He'd used his mouth, sending her almost out of her mind with joy-since he was so much more experienced with his mouth and tongue than Junior and the several other boys and from that time on she'd assumed all the wifely duties on a regular basis.
She was sure that Rudy and Junior had always known that they were sharing her, with each other and with anybody else she took a fancy to, but there'd never been any talk about it. As time passed, as she got older and even hotter, Junior had suggested that they could make money with him pimping for her. But she hadn't felt that it would be fair to charge for something that she probably enjoyed more than a man.
She really liked to make men happy. And women. A neighbor woman had introduced her to Lesbianism when she was fifteen. That thrilling experience, and she'd gone the whole delightful route without hesitating for one moment, hadn't detracted from her great sexual happiness with men-it had just helped to broaden the scope of her own erotic activities.
Miss Betty had certainly broadened her scope or something that afternoon, Thelma thought, rinsing the soap suds off her jutting breasts. Yes, Miss Betty had finally done what she'd been wanting to do for a long, long time. And Mister Dan! That white man was really a man! Thelma sobered. She hoped that she wasn't going to lose her job because of what had happened. Mister Dan had looked right into her eyes afterward, and had still been very friendly, but Miss Betty had acted embarrassed and ashamed.
Because she was colored, she guessed-she knew-but maybe Miss Betty wouldn't fire her. There hadn't been any talk like that. Miss Betty had just asked if she was going home that night, in such a way that she could take the hint, and maybe everything would work out all right. She could always find another place to work, of course, but she certainly enjoyed being with Miss Betty and Mister Floyd. They paid good money, too. Well, she'd just have to wait until the next day and see what happened. Maybe it would turn out that she could get in on some of the swapping parties. Wouldn't that be something!
"Oh! Hi, Thelma! I didn't know that you were in here!"
Thelma looked at Junior standing in the bathroom doorway. "You do now," she said, smiling. "Well, what are you waiting for? If you have to take a leak go right ahead. What's wrong with you? It certainly isn't as if I've never-"
"I don't have to go," Junior interrupted, averting his eyes. "To tell you the truth, Thelma, I heard you in here and came to close the door. I brought a friend up for a beer and he's in the kitchen." Junior looked at Thelma and laughed nervously. "I thought you might not want him to see you naked."
"Don't try and give me a line of bull, Junior! Did you see me come up here? I'll bet that you stuck your head out of that pool hall just long enough to see me! Are you trying to peddle my ass!"
"No! I only owe the guy a couple of bucks, anyhow! He's a swell guy, Thelma. He's a pool shark, really, and he's been giving me some pointers on how to hold a stick. My game's been off lately and I can't seem to win."
"You should be learning how to hold a job instead of a cue stick," Thelma said, not unkindly. "I'll give you the couple of bucks to pay the fellow, Junior. What does he look like?"
Junior had been staring at Thelma's titties. "I think you'd like him," he said, grinning and showing his perfect white teeth. "I'm not trying to hustle your butt, Thelma. Honest. Art's maybe thirty, I guess, and about as tall as I am and a little darker than you. He's clean and I know how important that is to you. How about it?"
"How about what?" Thelma asked teasingly.
Junior frowned. "Yes or no, Thelma. I bragged about you and Art's excited because I didn't tell him that we're really not brother and sister. Pop won't be home for at least three or four hours. He's painting some offices and has to wait until the people clear out for the day. What should I tell Art?"
"Tell him to flip himself," Thelma said, laughing. Then: "Give me a few minutes. But if you charge him I'll-"
Thelma didn't finish the sentence. Junior had winked and left the doorway-and she didn't really have any way of knowing if there'd be a profit for her stepbrother. It wasn't the first time Junior had brought a friend around for some fun and he'd just as soon lie as tell the truth. And the man named Art certainly wouldn't admit to paying if Junior had warned against it.
Having already felt the welcome surge of excitement, her nipples rock-hard from just seeing and being seen by Junior, Thelma had to force herself to take the time to drain and clean the tub.
After cleaning the apartment and washing the dirty dishes that had accumulated since her last visit, she'd wanted and needed a bath-but mostly she'd wanted to relax in the warm water and think about the pleasures she'd shared with the sexy white couple.
She dried quickly and didn't even bother to wrap the large towel around her nakedness. Junior and Art were already in her bedroom, as she figured they would be, and Junior was undressed and on the bed. Art was just standing there near the center of the room, still wearing his shirt and slacks, a rather foolish grin on his face. A handsome face, Thelma thought, enjoying the way the gleaming black eyes admired her body, smiling and swaying over to stand beside the bed.
"What's wrong, brother? Your snake isn't even hard yet!"
"You know what to do about that, sister," Junior said, winking at Thelma and then looking at Art. "I told you that she'd be willing, didn't I? We do this all the time. Hell, sex to us isn't any more important than shooting a game of pool."
"I'm not sure that I'll go along with that," Thelma said, sitting down on the side of the bed and putting her fingers on Junior's limp cock. "Sex is the most important thing in the world to me."
"You know what I meant," Junior said, watching as his pecker began to lift and expand under Thelma's active fingers. "Now you know that I wasn't lying, Art. Have you ever seen a better hunk of female flesh?" He chuckled. "Or a male hunk, for that matter!"
"I've never been interested in pricks," Art said, speaking for the first time. "Soft or hard."
"That's good news," Thelma said, looking at the bulge that was appearing in the front of Art's trousers. About average, she thought, deciding that she wouldn't have to bother with a lubricant for what she had in mind. She kept her fingers busy on Junior's big cock, his stiff erection, and looked at Art's handsome face. "If you can stop looking at me long enough you might get undressed and give me a look-see, Art. Unless, of course, you're just here to watch."
"And I thought that I'd had some strange experiences before," Art said, meeting Thelma's eyes only briefly-seemingly unwilling or unable to stop gazing at her nakedness. He began unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm afraid that I don't have as much to offer as Junior does, though."
"You're old enough to know that size isn't really all that important," Thelma said, positioning her ass on the side of the bed so that Art could look directly at her crotch. "There's one thing that I want you to know, Art. All sex is beautiful to me and if you look upon it as a kind of ugliness then I'd rather you'd leave before you finish undressing. Are you married?"
"I was," Art said, managing to kneel to remove his shoes and keep his eyes fixed on Thelma's twat all the while. "She thought sex was ugly so I left her. She thought I was an animal just because I went down on her."
Junior chuckled. "Which reminds me of something, sister! I'm kind of slow in coming, you know, so maybe you'd better get things started if the three of us are going to finish at the same time during this first session. J have the feeling that Art will be ready to pop his cookies within a very short time!"
Thelma had thought of the same thing. She twisted her upper body around and leaned over and began kissing up and down the length of the stiffly thrusting black shaft. Mister Dan's was just as large, she thought, glancing around to see how Art was doing. That brown man was naked, his poking pecker was just about the right size for what she enjoyed so much, and he was just stepping out of the circle formed by his trousers and shorts. She was glad that she hadn't had to remind him to remove his socks.
"Don't put it in yet," Thelma said to Art, quickly getting onto the bed on her hands and knees between Junior's legs. "And you don't have to worry about me calling you an animal!"
Thelma lowered her opened mouth and engulfed the entire head of Junior's rigid rod. Art got on the bed, on his back, and slipped his face under and between Thelma's thighs. Junior grabbed Thelma's head and arched upward, pushing in deeper, and Thelma lowered her soft mound of hot flesh to Art's face. Art's strong fingers gripped Thelma's ass and tugged, his tongue slithering into Thelma's slit and quickly finding her stiff and slippery clit.
Thelma wished that males could go on and on like females could. Without exploding-or with the ability to go on and on even after exploding. Mister Dan had come very close to doing it. He'd recovered almost immediately-or his lovely dick had-and most of the time Junior was stiff and ready within a minute or two.
Feeling the rippling shudders beginning deep within her own body, knowing that even Junior couldn't last all that much longer without a brief time-out or rest, afraid that Art might expend himself by thrashing around at the foot of the bed, Thelma lifted her mouth and her face.
Only then did she realize that Junior had already removed his hands from her head, his fingers from her hair. His eyes were closed and he was breathing rapidly with his mouth wide open. Art was still lapping feverishly and one of his fingers was poking gently at her other very sensitive entrance. She decided to gamble and let her passion flow. That was apparently what Art wanted, was eagerly seeking, and she might as well make him happy. Along with herself, Thelma thought a little wildly, pushing down and squirming through a spasmodic climax.
Quickly lifting, anxious to find out if Art had shot his load, Thelma found herself being rolled over on her back by Art's hands. But she clamped her legs tightly together as he threw himself upon her, his stiff prick trying to jab between her thighs welcome proof that he hadn't blasted off.
"Take it easy, Art! Tell him what I want, Junior!"
Junior laughed. "Thelma wants you to use the back door, Art! Hell, why didn't you tell him yourself, Thelma? Look at him go!"
Art had clamped his mouth onto Thelma's left nipple and was sucking like crazy. Junior rolled over on his side and started sucking on Thelma's right elongated nipple. Thelma put her hands on both their heads and pulled down, at the same time thrusting even more of her hard-tipped mounds of resilient flesh into their greedily feasting mouths.
"I guess we're all just about hot enough to make it together now," Thelma finally said, removing her hands from the two heads. "I've already made it once, of course, but I can make it just about any time I care to turn on."
Art pulled his mouth away from her jutting breast and raised his face. His black eyes were blazing wildly. And he was still jabbing and trying to bury his prick between her closed thighs. Thelma had the fleeting thought that it was a good thing that her hairs were silky soft. Otherwise the overly-excited man might do some damage to his swollen cock.
"Let me put it in, Thelma! Let me slip it into your cunt right now!"
"Maybe it would be better to work it that way," Thelma said. "The first time, anyhow. Did you hear, Junior? But you'd better take the time to get some Vas-"
Junior interrupted by lifting his mouth and face from Thelma's tit and saying, "I have a better idea. Move, Art, and let me show you what I mean. Hell, man, you're acting as if you'd never had any pussy before!"
"I'm sorry," Art said, pulling up and away, then moving to the side of the bed on his hands and knees. "I just got carried away because it is almost as if I'd never had any pussy before, I guess. Not any that seemed as good to me as Thelma's, anyway."
"Thank you," Thelma said, reaching up and patting Art's cheek. She moved her other hand down to guide Junior's cock. She'd known about his idea-as they'd done it that way before. She just hadn't been sure that Junior would have the necessary will power it would take to withdraw. He was crazy about her pussy, too.
But Junior only made a couple of strokes after he'd slowly eased his thick shaft into Thelma's already very moist cunt. "See," Junior said, pulling out and away. "Now it should slip in just fine."
Thelma saw that Art didn't look. Maybe the man didn't trust himself to look at a man's prick, Thelma thought. Maybe Art was fighting himself just as Miss Betty had fought her desires. Not that she had forced Miss Betty to do anything. Nor had Mister Dan, for that matter. The lovely white woman had certainly learned fast! If such delightful activities had to be learned.
"Climb on and put it in, Art. After we get going we'll roll over on our sides and-well, Junior knows what to do then."
"I should! I've done it often enough! Go on, Art!
Haven't you ever made this scene before? It's the wildest, really, and after we're in all we have to do is hold on-and in! Thelma likes to do most of the moving until right at the very last."
"I just can't seem to get used to the idea of doing anything with a sister and a brother," Art said. "I mean-well, I don't have a sister, but-"
"Let's cut out the yapping and get to screwing," Thelma interrupted. "I was hoping that we could get in at least two blistering sessions before I have to cook supper. You are going to stay for supper, aren't you, Art?"
"She's also a very good cook," Junior said, chuckling.
"What characters you two are," Art said, crawling over and positioning himself between Thelma's thighs. He groaned as he buried his throbbing manhood in Thelma's hot flesh. "Hot damn! I don't think I can last for more than a minute or so!"
"Then hold perfectly still," Thelma said.
"And roll over," Junior said, helping them to do just that, then quickly getting on his side behind Thelma. "Maybe we'd better let Art call the shots, Thelma. I think that I can time myself just about right."
Thelma didn't say anything. She was too busy returning Art's opened mouth kiss. And sucking on Art's tongue. She wished that there was another man present so that she wouldn't have to settle for a tongue. She even thought how nice it would be if she had a throbbing cock in each hand right then. Five going off at the same time she went off would really be something! Maybe she'd make the suggestion to Junior.
When Junior was in he stopped at exactly the right depth. Thelma slowly began to move back and forth. She thrust forward against Art, then pushed back against Junior, her entire body tinglingly aware of the wondrous sensations each movement caused.
All too soon Thelma felt the telltale throbbing in both joy-sticks. She pulled her mouth from Art's so that she could gaze into his eyes. She liked to see the passion registering. It added greatly to her pleasure. She wished that there were mirrors like in the Denning bedroom so that she could see Junior's face and eyes. She could feel his fingers gripping her hips. Art's fingers were squeezing her throbbing titties. She began to use both sets of her inner muscles.
"Now let's all move together," Thelma whispered.
Soon they were doing just that. It felt so good that Thelma had to close her eyes. It was glorious, truly wonderful and truly beautiful. It was like she hoped heaven would be. Even the bed was moving in perfect rhythm. The bed springs added a soft harmonious sound to the slap-slap of flesh against flesh and it seemed to Thelma that the three of them were even breathing in tune.
"Say when," Thelma said.
"When!" Art cried.
"Now!" Junior yelled.
"I'm blasting off to glory!" Thelma shouted.
And she was-and she did.