Chapter 4

The bedroom turned out to be something of a surprise. It was painted a light blue pastel color, with frilly drapes and a Vanity table piled high with cosmetics. It looked like a girl's room.

"I thought you said you rented this place with guys," Mary asked, curiously.

Jim grinned. "I do, but we like to be prepared. Besides, one of the fellows enjoys the idea of having fun in something that looks like a female's bedroom. Just a harmless hobby."

"It doesn't bother me, as long as fun is what we have."

He scooped one hand back down around her buttocks and gave the cheeks of her ass another urgent squeeze. "Don't worry about that, baby. I think I know how to make you giggle like a virgin."

It was her turn to feel, and she did so by reaching over his crotch and feeling for his penis. She found it-a long, large lump of hardening meat. Just touching his prick gave her a thrill.

"Haul out of your things," he breathed, hoarsely. "I've been wanting to see those tits of yours for an hour!"

She gave his rising cock another quick, hungry testing with her fingertips. Her blood leaped a few more degrees as she felt it turning into a bar of iron.

"Let's both strip," she crooned.

It took them less time to tear out of their clothes than it usually took her to put on lipstick. She was finished just a fraction before he was-just in time to enjoy watching him crawl out of his jockey shorts. His body was something else. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, despite the slabs of muscles in his arms and shoulders. The hair tufting his flat nipples made her purr deep in her throat with appreciation. But it was that prick on him that really turned her on.

She had seen big ones before, including Walt's, but what Jim Davis had swinging stoutly out from between his legs was less a cock than a club.

"Lordy," she managed, her cheeks coloring a deep pink with pleasure, "your wife must worship that thing like a totem pole."

Jim grinned, and turned so that she could get a real focus on the length and size of his cock. It was a good nine inches of solid meat, one of those perfectly made pussy pleasers with thick veins along the sides, and a plump helmet of flesh at the tip. And to add to the zesty, erotic appearance of it, the strong root seemed to be jutting out of a tangled snarl of thick pubic hair. The kind of prick-bristle that can tickle a clitoris like a thousand fingers.

While Mary was admiring his cock, he was looking over her naked body, drinking in the promising rise and size of her swelling tits, the dark, long nipples and the plumping amber aureoles. He obviously liked what he saw because his mouth pulled up in a faintly leering grin, and his enormous prick gave one or two twitches of anticipatory lust.

"Shall we fuck, Miss Smith?" he rasped, jokingly.

Just the invitation made the maddeningly itchy lips of her cunt began to spread.

Without a word she strolled quickly to the bed and crawled into the middle of it. She plumped a pillow under her buttocks and arched her legs wide apart. Then she lay back with her arms outstretched, more than ready and willing to let such a marvelously hung stud fuck her all he wanted.

Jim wasn't shy about it, a point which did nothing to decrease her rising passion. He joined her on the bed, making the springs creak in complaint as he knelt on his knees down between her legs. Apparently, he was going to inspect her pussy a bit closer before stoppering it with his king-sized prick.

To increase what she so mightily hoped for, she rolled her head to one side and closed her eyes. That way every little touch of his fingers or tongue would be a thrilling surprise. Very gently he placed the tips of his fingers a few inches away on each side of her cunt, where the humps began to rise that led to the deep, moistened crack of her slit. She tingled all over at his touch. The hairs on her pussy seemed to vibrate individually as he pulled ever so gingerly to spread the puckered folds of her pussy wider open.

Mary's clit was reacting to his teasing foreplay. She felt that thick love-muscle begin to rise, pushing up between the top of her cunt like a baby's pink finger.

He lowered his face right into the cradle of her crotch and blew lightly on the nap of soft pussyhair, moving it back and forth with his breath. She moaned softly and opened her legs even wider for him.

Then his tongue touched the wet burrow of her cunt, and licked lightly up and down while letting just the tip of his pussy tickler probe inside the inner lips of her hole. The titillating effect of having her snatch licked began to drive spikes of pure lust through her loins. She knew that if he kept that up a few more minutes she would be mad to fuck him! She wanted to have that big prick satisfy her for hours.

He was licking a bit faster now, and getting his tongue deeper into her gulping slit. To open her pussy wider so that he could plow into her better, he put both of his hands around the heating circle of her trench. He flattened his palms out and pulled the pouting lips of her cunt so wide that the red, meaty mess of her sex offered his mouth a real feast of hotness.

Spearing his tongue into her to the roots, he removed his hands quickly and the thickened folds of her sultry gash rolled and closed over his wriggling lips. When Mary let out a moan of demented lust, his tongue spurred deeper, licking and sucking at her like crazy.

"God! Do it!" she hissed, rolling her hips in circular, fucking rhythms against his face. "Fuck me with it! Make me love it!"

Jim's whole face was buried in her snatch. His flared nostrils were covered with her pubic hair and the bottom of his chin was pushed almost against her asshole. The obscene sounds of his slurping tongue ground in her ears like the lewd music of hell.

"Uh! Uuh...!"

He was making her covet having her pussy lapped, making her grunt and growl like a cheap whore.

To add the final touch to her rising heat, he reached both his hands up and found her pointing nipples. They were large and pink, and the second his thumbs rubbed against them they twitched like little tongues. He played with them, rolled them, tweaked and squeezed them while his mouth continued to suck greedily at her juices.

With a little shriek of ecstasy Mary wrapped her legs around his head, holding him between her legs like a football. Then, she raised her hips and pushed her flowing cunt hard against his jaws, making him thrust his tongue deeper than ever into her lascivious hole. The next five minutes were heavenly for her. She thought his tongue would never stop darting against the liquidy walls of her throbbing pussy.

"C-c-cumming!" She gasped, her voice so ragged and hoarse that she barely recognized it. "Cumming! Cum! Oh, God! Suck me! Suck the shit out of me!"

Her voice trailed off into broken sobs of joy as she spasmed, hard. She heard him gag on her spouting juices, and both her hands darted down to the back of his head to hold him flush against her slick and brimming cunt. He drank it all, smearing the inner lips of her swollen pussy with the flat of his tongue, licking brutally at her clitoris. He once again drove the whole of his hungry tongue so deep into her quivering snatch that she had to grab his ears to keep from fainting with pleasure. Finally it was over for her-for her, but not for him. His prick was as stiff as stone, and sucking her pussy had been the kind of honing of his male appetite that whores dream about with sailors.

"You need fucking now," he growled, roughly.

She made one or two little kittenish moans of protest, but keeping his strong body from ravaging her was like trying to hold back a hurricane with a butterfly net. He was on top of her, grabbing her wrists and holding them down. The brutal head of his large prick slid into her with a sucking noise deep up between the lubricated lips of her slit.

Now she was glad he had sucked her cunt, glad that he had made the walls loose and wet. She needed every advantage in taking even half of his stallion cock. She crinkled her toes and sighed as he pumped his prick methodically up into her cunt, going a few inches deeper on each thrust.

"Right to the goddamn balls, baby!" he husked.

With his intention ringing in her ears, Mary let her vaginal muscles relax just in time to take his enormously stiff prick right to the root. He buried it out of sight between the plump, pink lips of her pussy. She could feel his hairy balls pressing flush against her asshole-and the bulbous head of his cock touching the mouth of her womb.

Jim stopped moving for a second, letting her girlishly tight cunt absorb the monster that had rudely invaded it. While he rested, he licked and sucked the swollen thumbs of her nipples until her face was flushed and hot.

"Yes," she breathed at him, hardly able to communicate through her clenched teeth, "yes, fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me with it! Make me cum all night with your fucking!"

It was the kind of wanton begging that can drive a man mad with lust, and he was certainly no exception. By digging his knees deep into the mattress on either side of her hips, he got the leverage to screw her with powerful, up-to-the-cunthair thrusts. The old bed squeaked and rocked and groaned for the next twenty minutes as he fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked in her life. All she could think of as one delicious, whorish spasm after another dripped over his slapping balls was that Sara got this beautiful stud every night!!

But even a fucking machine has its limits. And at the crest of one of her throbbing orgasms, his prick stiffened into a gross club of lustful meat and he emptied his mighty balls into her like a madman. At least five strong, solid spurts of his boiling cum roared up into the deepest corners of her cunt. Before he finally stopped pumping and ramming against her happy slit their joined juices had made a puddle on the sheets. Finally, he rolled half-off of her. But his gleaming, half-swollen cock stayed plugged goatlike deep up between the slack folds of her cunt.

"Wow," she whispered, panting, weakly pulling back the tangled strands of hair from her sweaty face, "you are one damned bull of a stud, Mister."

He grinned, and she felt his prick twitch lustily once or twice inside the warm, soft sheath of her satisfied slit.

"You're not bad yourself," he offered, moving one strong and hairy hand up to rub the rosy nipple that seemed to be pointing at his face. "You and I are going to have to go on a vacation again. And soon, I hope."

"Just let me lick my wounds first," she managed.

That remark made Jim's cock firm a bit inside of her, and she realized with both fear and joy that he wasn't even half-through screwing her. But Mary needed a rest, and to that end she tried to stall off another bout of balling by starting a conversation. She supposed that it was her own subconscious urge not to let him get talked out of fucking her again that made her point the dialogue toward sex.

"You do this often?" she asked.

He grinned. "Not often enough. I guess I've fucked eight or ten women here on this bed."

"And your wife doesn't know?"

"That dumb wife of mine wouldn't know if I came home with lipstick on my nuts. She's too busy screwing guys to worry about what I do."

"You mean, your wife... uh... "

"Fucks around? Hell, I've caught her six or seven times since summer started. One time I came home and found her getting balled by the biggest black guy in town."

Mary gulped. "I... I can't believe that!"

Jim gave her a casual glance. "Why not? You know my wife?"

"Well... uh... no, but having sex with a black person. I mean, that's hard for me to believe about a white woman."

He grinned. "Don't knock black meat if you haven't tried it, doll. Hell, I got my rocks off the first time with an old black whore."

"You did?"

"Sure. Want to hear about it?"

She blushed, but her curiosity was scratching at her defenses like a sack of cats. "Well, if you really want to tell about it, I suppose so."

His grin still held. "Okay, but I think I should warn you. Whenever I tell this story, my cock always gets hard as a hammer. Sure you won't mind if I start stretching the sides of your cute pussy all over again?"

"You let me worry about that!"

Jim chuckled, then slid one strong leg up over her thigh. His oversized cock was still snugly fitted up inside her cunt. He seemed to know from experience that before he was through with his naughty little tale of adolescent fucking his prick would be bone-hard from tip to root.

"I come from the South, originally," he began, "although you might not believe that from my accent. I got rid of that cornpone way of speaking by taking a lot of speech classes in college. Anyway, like I said, I grew up in a small town in the South. In those days the black folks all lived in one spot down below the tracks. Us white boys used to go down there on Saturday nights to play poker and drink beer. We had another reason for our trips-and that was to hunt us up some good, hot, cheap black pussy. Hell, we could hustle up a fourteen-year-old cunt for a couple of bucks. And those black gals could really fuck. Christ, I remember the time that six of us paid this one good-looking little bitch to let us fuck her two at a time all night long. She kept grinning and pumping that cute little black ass until we... "

"Hey," Mary cut in, gasping. "You were going to tell me about the first time, remember?"

Jim grinned and nodded. Then he reached up and cupped one of her lush titties, running his thumb over the dark pap of her nipple until it erected. At the same time, she could feel the large head of his cock begin to nudge against the wall of her pussy.

"Yeah, that first time was really something. I was only sixteen, but I had a prick on me-as you damn well know by now. I was horny as a hyena, and tired of jacking-off to dirty pictures, like the other guys. I wanted the real stuff. So one Saturday night I went down there by myself with five bucks in my pocket. I figured that I ought to really get a good piece with that kind of money. What I was after was something about my own age, or maybe a little younger. Some nice, tight black pussy that would moan and cry while I fucked it.

You know how boys are.

"But what I got was something a helluva lot older-and a helluva lot better. And I learned another lesson, too. I learned that older woman really get turned on by younger guys. The older the cunt is, the hotter it is for young stuff, you know what I mean?"

Mary smiled. "If you mean do I ever see an Eagle Scout and think naughty thoughts, the answer is yes!"

He chuckled. "See, I told you. Anyway, I was sitting in this cheap black bar having a cold beer when a real fancy bitch comes in. She wasn't a local black because she drove up in a goddamn Cadillac. She was also old enough to be my mother-not that fucking somebody's mother didn't appeal to me! But to make this fuck story short, she bought me a few beers then offered to take me to a motel in a more liberal town a few miles away."

"And you went?"

"Like a bear going after a barrel of honey. Yeah, I went. I went after she made it clear that she not only wanted to fuck me, she was willing to pay me twenty bucks for the privilege."

"So what happened?"

"We crawled in her Caddy, and she let me drive. The reason she wanted me to drive, I soon found out, was so she could unzip my pants and play with my hot prick. Hell, she sucked on me from the second we left the city limits until we drove up to that goddamn motel."

"Did you, uh... "

"Cum? Damn right I did. Twice. You think a sixteen-year-old stud can keep from shooting his load when a pair of big black lips is licking and sucking his horny prick. Missy, I fed that chocolate whore so much sperm I'll bet she sprouted hair on her ass in a week!"

"And the motel? Were you still able to do anything?"

"I didn't have to. She did it all for me. She stripped me down and told me to lay on the bed. Then she took off everything but her garters. She had some thing about keeping her damn garters on. Then she gave me a round-the-world that wouldn't quit. Baby, you haven't lived until somebody has licked you from head to toe with a slow, hot, wet tongue. Man, by the time she got to my asshole I was so fucking hot you couldn't have softened my prick with a sledge hammer!"

Mary swallowed slowly. The picture of him as a teen-aged stud getting wickedly eaten from toenails to hairline was turning on her juices again. And his, too, judging by the way his cock was ballooning quickly in her cunt.

"Tell me about the rest of it," she pleaded, huskily. "Tell me about how she balled you."

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you. I mean, you wouldn't appreciate how good it can feel to have a black nympho crawling all over you, sucking your armpits and elbows, begging you with every breath to let her fuck you until she's satisfied-begging you not to cum until she's had her own kicks four or five times. Hell, she didn't want to let me get on top. She wanted to control it. She wanted to ride me so that she could pump with her pussy to please herself. She did, too. I didn't think I'd be able to keep my hard-on very long. Then I realized that the only reason she had sucked me off a couple of times was to make me slow to come again. Man, if she fucked my stiff prick for an hour, she fucked it for two hours!"

"And she liked it?"

"She was drunk on cock, honey. That big black pussy of hers teased my sixteen-year-old prick until she was milking my balls a drop at a time... "

The tale was over, but the memory lingered on. Jim's cock was stiff again. So big and horny and overpoweringly aroused that the lips of her pussy were puffed out like the jaws of a frog.

"One more thing," he breathed, casually. "You remember me saying that I'd screwed eight to ten gals on this bed?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, the rest of it is that they were all black. Every damned one of them, except you."

Mary gulped. "And how do I compare?"

He grinned, and began the slow, sexy roll into fucking position.

"Ask me later," he whispered, beginning to pump even as he said it.