Chapter 8
STARING INTO THE MIRROR OVER THE HUGE BED, seeing her own reflected nakedness-and Dan's muscular nakedness and huge erection-Betty decided that she'd go get Thelma. That dusky young beauty would jump at the chance to try and reduce Dan's big cock to an exhausted state of limpness. Betty closed her eyes. And Dan had been damned anxious to bury his prick in the colored gal for days.
For ten days, actually. Because this was the tenth afternoon since that First time she'd been with Dan. Had it really been nine lengthy sessions? Yes. On Sunday she and Floyd had gone to visit her folks, giving her a rest that she hadn't even admitted to herself that she'd needed. But now-Betty opened her eyes and looked directly at the proudly poking penis-she just about had to admit that she was really quite tired.
Her jaws even ached slightly. She'd gotten on top and bounced like crazy for what must've been almost an hour; then she'd spent just about that much time laboring with her mouth. Still he hadn't come. He'd laughed when she'd stopped. And then he'd closed his eyes and said that he'd take a little nap. Apparently he was sleeping while still having the tremendous hard-on. His eyes were still closed and he hadn't moved or made a sound in ten or fifteen minutes. What a man he was. What a stud!
Betty carefully swung from the bed. They couldn't very well play cards with him in that condition. Besides, she really didn't like to play poker. If she had the nerve, if she didn't think that it might mean driving him away, she'd call a halt to what was little more than a silly farce. But Dan just might take it as an insult if she simply gave him the money-even if she did suspect that he needed the money more than he'd admitted.
That he was getting a little tired of her, of course, was another factor that she had to take into consideration. Not that she couldn't understand that easily enough. She missed going to the swinging parties and balling it with a variety of partners. But Floyd hadn't wanted to go out in the evenings, or have swapping parties in their apartment, so she'd willingly gone along with his wishes. Mainly because she had quite a crush on Dan McKay-in a sexual way, at least-and she wanted to save her energy for him and his delightful dick.
Floyd was obviously very infatuated with Sharon. Maybe even in love with the blonde beauty. It was a fact that he wouldn't talk about her. Other than to say that he was meeting Sharon just about every afternoon, and making a great deal of progress in his campaign to turn the lovely young woman into a swinger, Floyd hadn't really given any information about Sharon McKay.
She wasn't even sure that he'd progressed to the point where they'd gone to bed. When questioned-and Floyd knew that she was very interested in hearing all about Sharon and Sharon's fabulous body-Floyd had just grinned or laughed and said that he was fairly certain that Sharon wasn't gay.
That was a dig at her, of course. He'd been telling her for quite some time that she'd eventually start going down on women. That he was undoubtedly telling the truth, of course-as she had started to think more and more about giving it a try-had caused her not to really press him for more information about his relationship with Sharon. That was the only subject that she couldn't discuss with Floyd without embarrassment on her part.
As for the truth that Floyd hadn't touched her since the night they'd last shared Thelma-well, that didn't mean a thing. He'd gone just as long before without getting aroused around her. So, looking at it from that angle, it could be possible that Tie hadn't yet screwed Sharon. Besides, she'd been so anxious to be fresh and eager for her afternoon sessions with Dan that she'd been glad when her husband hadn't shown any interest in sex. She hadn't even used Thelma's expert services very often, for that matter-and she'd only had to masturbate two or three times.
While thinking these thoughts, and while still naked, Betty had left the mirrored bedroom and gone in search of Thelma. She found the sexy colored maid in the living room. The girl was sitting on a couch, one long brown leg crossed over the other, her pretty face partially hidden by a magazine she held with her long brown fingers.
"Is it an interesting story, Thelma?"
Thelma lowered the magazine and smiled broadly, her black eyes gleaming as she looked at Betty's nakedness. "Yes, Miss Betty. It's about a beautiful young girl knocked up by one man, in love with another, and living with still another because the third one had loaned money to the second. The first one doesn't know that she's with child, of course, but even though he has a wife he-"
"All right," Betty interrupted. "It sound like a very fascinating story, Thelma, but I'm sure that you'll be willing to put off finishing it for what I have in mind. Say, the unfortunate girl you just mentioned reminds me of something very important. You haven't missed taking your pills, have no?"
"Oh, no!"
"Good," Betty said, wishing that she had to take the pill, thinking that if nature hadn't seen fit to foul up her womb she might be a far different person. She almost laughed aloud. Why the hell couldn't she be honest even in her thoughts! She didn't really want to be any different!
"What did you have in mind, Miss Betty?"
Thelma had tossed the magazine aside and gotten to her feet. Betty told herself to go ahead and be completely honest with herself; to go ahead and admit that she wanted to see Dan and Thelma having sex together. She did want to watch, to join, and it really had nothing to do with the fact that Dan had an erection that she hadn't been able to diminish-or that she was afraid that she was thinking far too much of the younger man.
But Betty couldn't quite be honest with herself. Not completely. She did admit to herself that she was going to put her mouth on another female at the first opportunity, but she rejected the idea of going the whole route with the pretty and beautifully stacked colored girl. Some things simply weren't done.
"I've decided to let you have your fun with Dan, Thelma. You've certainly been wanting him badly enough."
"The three of us?" Thelma asked softly. "Just like when we're with Mister Floyd?"
Betty laughed nervously. "We'll just have to wait and find out how it goes, Thelma. Dan might not want to do the things that my husband likes to do-and then again he might not be so prejudiced when it comes to kissing. I think that we'd better just let him kind of call the shots."
"All right," Thelma said. "Anything you say, Miss Betty. Just anything at all will always be perfectly all right with me.
Betty felt a little shudder run up and down her spine.
The lovely brown girl was too wise, the black eyes were far too knowing. Maybe she'd better start thinking about getting rid of Thelma. Even some of her swinging friends would disapprove of the role the colored girl already played-
Dan hadn't been asleep when Betty left. He'd been faking, hoping for what he was sure that Betty had finally decided to do. His hints about giving it a go with Thelma, either alone or with Betty right with them, had been practically ignored. From what Betty had said he'd surmised that the dark-haired sex-nut was afraid of what she might do with or to the colored girl. An unthinkable act, he guessed, even for a Southern white man-so he could well imagine the pain or whatever such thoughts caused a Southern white woman.
He wasn't even sure just how he felt about the matter. He'd been that intimate several times with several attractive colored girls, but he hadn't gone around talking about it. He wasn't ashamed, but he wasn't all that proud, either. Such activities were taboo in many quarters-with anybody-and when the race issue was involved things could get quite touchy.
He didn't like the idea of Sharon knowing that he'd even screw Thelma or any other colored female-and he sure as hell didn't even like to think about the idea of Sharon doing anything with a colored male.
So he was prejudiced. Wasn't everybody? And why should it be wrong to be prejudiced where sex was concerned? It wasn't, really, and using the somewhat derogatory term in relation to any kind of sex was stupid. That would be like saying that he was prejudiced where fat and ugly females were concerned-which he was-and then going on to say that he was prejudiced just because he didn't want anything to do with gay men. And that had nothing to do with fears about being a latent homo, either. He'd proved that he didn't have to worry about that when he'd been a passive kid in Chicago.
Dan had been looking into the mirror over the bed. His pecker was still thrusting straight up. Betty had been becoming more and more amazed at his stamina. At times he'd been tempted to tell her that she was dealing with a professional. Because that was what he was. She'd been engulfing the most important tool of his trade. He'd trained himself to keep his tool hard, of course, but that wasn't the only reason Betty was having such a difficult time in making it limp.
He was tired of Betty. She was becoming boring to him. He'd had her too often and too many times. She'd seemingly put a price on his services, too. She wasn't stupid, so she just about had to know that the poker games were only his way of getting paid. He didn't have to cheat to win, but she'd apparently put a limit on how much she was going to lose. Fifty dollars each day.
When he'd won that amount she'd quit playing. Hell, that wasn't much money. He could probably make that much on a job of some kind. Being bored with Betty wasn't the main problem, though. He wasn't really so tired of her pussy and of her mouth that he couldn't take any more. He could keep on for days and weeks, as he had with boring hot bitches in the past, but that would mean that Sharon would keep on seeing Floyd.
Dan closed his eyes. There it was, he thought. He might as well face everything and get his mind made up one way or the other. Sharon was changing. They'd never had all that much sex together when they were actually working the racket as fast as they'd been going at it with Betty and Floyd, but there'd still been some sex between them. There'd never been excuses by Sharon about being tired, or having a headache, or needing to conserve their strength.
Could it be possible that Sharon was really considering Floyd's offer? Or taking it seriously? She'd told him about the line she'd given the man about saving for a divorce; they'd even jokingly said that they might take a trip to Nevada for some gambling after they'd taken Floyd and Betty for as much money as they could. Or until they'd both gotten sick and tired of the older couple.
Then, after the second afternoon Floyd had taken Sharon to a hotel room, she'd casually announced that the older man had said that he was in love with her. He'd laughed, knowing that husbands had told her that before, and Sharon had surprised him by getting angry. That had also been when she'd told him that Floyd had given her five hundred dollars and offered to go with her to Reno or Las Vegas whenever she was ready.
He'd immediately seen that there might be some really big money involved. Not that he really wanted a divorce, of course-or that he wanted Sharon to even think about marrying Floyd. But Sharon had listened as he'd told her to really hang into the guy for the big stake he'd always wanted-for the big stake they had always wanted, he'd quickly corrected himself-and Sharon had rather coldly said that she'd do her best.
But from that time on she'd changed. She hadn't talked much about Floyd, just saying that everything was going' along fine, and she'd only put another five hundred dollars in the bureau drawer where they kept their money. She could be holding out on him. She'd even kept meeting Floyd the three or four days during her period. They'd just talked, she'd said-and gone for walks in the park. She'd gotten angry again when he'd kiddingly asked if the guy hadn't even requested a hand job.
Yes, Sharon had changed enough so that she had him quite worried. Maybe she was just kind of putting pressure on him, trying to get him to admit his love for her, but it could also be possible that she was really working up to getting a divorce. Maybe she had shifted her love for him to Floyd.
He didn't really believe that, of course! But she just might be planning on hooking the rich man into marriage. Even if he was sure that most of the wealth came from Betty-or from Betty's father-Floyd undoubtedly had plenty salted away. Maybe it was time to move on. They had enough money to move to another apartment, to another city or town, and-
Dan's thoughts were broken off by a soft little giggle. Remembering that he was supposed to be asleep, and knowing that the faint sound hadn't come from Betty, Dan opened his eyes slowly-pretending that he was slowly awakening. But the two females weren't looking at his face. Thelma was staring at his stiff cock and Betty was staring at the brown girl.
Thelma had just finished slipping out of the curve-hugging white dress. Her brief white bra and panties were in sharp contrast with her smooth-looking brown flesh. It seemed to Dan that Betty was just as anxious as he was for the unveiling. She was gazing as if she hadn't seen the girl's body many times before. He remembered that Betty had once told him that she'd been thinking about going down on a female-even the colored maid.
Dan could sense that Betty hadn't yet done so. Maybe he'd help things along, he thought, admiring the large brown breasts as those lovely mounds were freed. The jutting beauties were almost as large as Sharon's. In fact, aside from the different color-dark brown instead of golden-the dusky gal's beautiful body was startlingly similar to his beautiful wife's.
Thelma's black eyes left Dan's thrusting manhood as she leaned over to peel out of the panties. Dan sat upright, sure that the girl had meant to throw herself upon him and quickly engulf his rigid rod with either her mouth or her pussy, and he wasn't ready for that kind of penetration. He just might not last all that long with the fresh stuff and the more he thought about it the more he wanted to see Betty capitulate to her own twisted desires. He should be able to profit in some manner after witnessing an all-out act of Lesbianism by the hot-ass female.
"I thought I'd give you a pleasant surprise," Betty said, shortly after pulling her eyes from Thelma's dark triangle.
Dan had pulled his gaze from the exciting sight just seconds before. "You succeeded," he said, grinning and then looking at Thelma's lovely nakedness again before meeting the girl's blazing black eyes. "I consider myself quite an expert at doing what I understand you enjoy doing to and for Betty, Thelma. Do you have any objections to starting our fun and pleasure in that fashion?"
"Oh, no! I don't have any objections at all, Mister Dan!"
With those rather loud and happy-sounding words, and before Betty could've protested had that been her intention when she opened her mouth to speak, Thelma gave a graceful little leap and landed upon the enormous bed. Dan found that the brown flesh was just as smooth as it looked when he grabbed a hard-tipped tit with one hand and a cheek of the very firm ass with the other hand.
This as he pushed himself up and around the bed, partly to protect himself from the weight of the leaping girl's sleek body, partly to help position that sleek brown nakedness where he could do what he'd said he was going to do-and where he hoped that he could get Betty to do the same thing.
"I wanted to watch as you put it in and gave it to her," Betty said. "Besides, I'm not sure that I approve of you putting your mouth to a colored girl like that, Dan."
"We have plenty of time and I have plenty of strength for you to be able to watch anything and everything," Dan said, not surprised that Betty had been climbing onto the bed even as she spoke. He lowered his face and flicked his tongue to and around one of Thelma's erect nipples. "Besides, I've never heard of the color rubbing off." He winked at Thelma and that broadly smiling gal winked back. "Have you ever heard of anything like that happening, Thelma?"
The pretty colored girl suddenly sobered. She was already holding her shapely body perfectly still. "I like working here for Miss Betty, Mister Dan, and I-well, I wouldn't want anything to happen that she doesn't want to happen."
"Nothing will," Dan said, knowing that Thelma had either guessed or sensed his intentions. She had to know what Betty had been wanting to do, and all he'd be doing would be giving the necessary encouragement. Betty could always fight and run. No, he wouldn't really use force.
Dan was on his hands and knees on one side of Thelma, Betty was positioned the same way on the other side of the naked girl. And Betty, of course, was just as naked-and her dark eyes were focused upon the jutting mound of dark flesh nearest her. Dan smiled when he saw Betty's pink tongue come out and lick around her own full lips. If he handled it right it was going to be fairly easy. Was there really any harm in helping the woman find the nerve to do what she had a desire to do?
"You've admitted to kissing female breasts, Betty. You've even admitted to kissing other women on the mouth. Anything that happens will only be known by the three of us. Right, Thelma?"
The colored girl didn't answer. She'd closed her eyes and Dan felt one of her smooth and warm thighs push out against his. He knew that Thelma was just as hot as Betty always was. Two highly-sexed females, he thought. With him, a highly-sexed male, and if he could just get Betty to become totally uninhibited with Thelma they could really have a blistering threesome scene. Plus, of course, there'd be an opportunity to get some big money from the white women.
He leaned his face down and popped an elongated nipple into his mouth. He sucked, drawing at the smoothly hard spike enough to bring a little gasp from Thelma-and he didn't have to look to know that Betty was doing much the same to the other nipple. He could feel her soft hair brushing against his cheek and the sounds told him that she was already well on the way to losing herself in lustful greediness.
Dan used his hands to explore Thelma's body, unable to resist feeling of the warm nakedness that he meant to have later, but when he had her squirming heatedly-with the help of his and Betty's lavish attentions being bestowed upon her resilient titties-he shifted his hands to Betty's equally as warm, smooth and firm body.
He deliberately fingered the white woman in a teasing manner. He soon had her ass arching up and hunching back. Then he changed his tactics and had her pressing and pushing her soft pussy down against his hand, his fingers, and then against the colored girl's squirming body. Soon he was just as lustfully passionate as the two writhing females. But he didn't allow that to alter the course of action he'd started.
Dan practically had to pry Betty's greedy mouth from Thelma's swollen nipple. When he'd done that, at the same time managing to push himself and Betty a little lower on the bed-and lower on Thelma's exciting nakedness-he glued his mouth to Betty's opened mouth. He held the tongue-probing and then the tongue-sucking kiss until he'd gotten both their faces down in the general vicinity of the colored girl's belly button.
Even that indentation was similar to Sharon's. But Dan thrust thoughts of his wife aside. Just about as easily as he thrust his tongue into the shallow navel. Betty's dark eyes were glittering. She licked her lips and then didn't resist as Dan gently turned her face and moistly parted lips toward Thelma's taut and trembling stomach.
Betty darted her tongue. Dan removed his fingers from her silky hair. He watched as Betty slowly began trailing her parted lips and jabbing tongue lower and lower. Thelma's rounded thighs and already eagerly parted; now her brown butt lifted several inches from the sheet-covered mattress.
Dan had already fingered the very short and very black pubic hairs. They felt and looked like a black mat, a soft carpet, and he was rather sorry that he wasn't going to get a chance to lead the way. Because Betty was trailing right on down, apparently forgetting all about him, her fingers slipping underneath and clasping the uplifted buttocks.
Thelma gasped and lurched even higher as Betty made the final move. Dan pulled his own face and upper body back as soon as he saw that Betty wasn't going to stop. In fact, Betty was going at Thelma's snatch as if she never meant to stop-or couldn't.
"Come up here, Mister Dan! Miss Betty doesn't really need you! Believe me, I can tell!"
Dan decided that he could also tell that Betty didn't need him. Not right then, anyhow. The white woman was really lost in her newly-discovered Lesbian lust. He looked up at Thelma's passion-filmed black eyes. He suddenly doubted that he could last very long, but he didn't think that Thelma would care. He even sensed that the girl wanted to finish him with her mouth while Betty was laboring so greedily-and so happily.
Dan had been shifting his feverish body while the thoughts were flickering through his feverish mind. He straddled Thelma's pretty face, failing to suppress a little groan as her smooth fingers eagerly grasped his throbbingly hard flesh. Then one hand tugged his stiff shaft to her moistly parted lips as the fingers on her other hand gently fondled his hanging sac.
"All the way," Thelma whispered, flicking the tip of her hot tongue against the tip of his hot cock. "Please don't stop, Mister Dan! Please! I really enjoy finishing a man like this!"
Dan forced a little chuckle, feeling rather silly because he was being called Mister under such circumstances. "I can't very well stop anything until you've started, can I?"
The girl answered by opening her mouth wide and engulfing the head of his prick. Dan didn't try to suppress his groans of pleasure. But even as he thrilled to the lavish worship, then the wondrous sensation of having just about all of his big dick engulfed by the greedy girl, he knew that he couldn't blackmail Betty because of what she was doing to the brown girl. That would mean taking a chance on Sharon finding out what he was doing-and what he'd probably be doing a little later.
"I'm coming!" Dan McKay suddenly exclaimed.
And he did.